The Interpretation of Dreams Thread™!

[Rii]

I dreamt last night that there was a man with an important question that he had been forever searching for the answer to. The question was something like "what takes eight seconds?" and his journey had led him to a tower atop which he had been led to believe lay the answer.

He climbed the tower and found nothing there, but after a time he realised that it would take him eight seconds to hit the ground if he were to leap from it. He realised that he hadn't been searching for the answer, he'd been searching for the question. He experienced a moment of concurrency (that word, specifically, was in the dream) in which he realised that his life had been a journey to this point, that there remained only one thing left to do.

He threw himself off the tower and was satisfied as he hit the ground that he had at last discovered the question and the answer and that all was right with the world.

 

[Jadzia]

Last night I had TWO MORE DREAMS I really hope this means they're back to normal frequency now and isn't just a phase. I woke up feeling so cheerful and full of energy this morning.

The first dream was a continuation of yesterdays, which kind of brought it to conclusion. The second dream was something completely new. I'll talk about the first one.

The dream began with me sat in my office with the Voynich book on my desk. (So we'd apparently got out of the cave safely). I set about trying to decipher the writing contained within it. this involved writing a few computer programs as analysis tools, and trying out variations on the 'rankine decompiler' that the book instructed me to use.

Working on it after hours and well into the night, I finally cracked it. The 'simple equation' I ended up using was a 'wave function equation', while the 'high power' involved a modulation function, that involved two dimensional modulation of the equation.

When I discovered what the book was about, I was moved to tears. I was totally crying my eyes out. They were not sad tears, just emotion.

What the book was was this: Somebody had invented a shorthand language, a phonetic language, to enable them to write down and record a specific type of sound, which was the sound of bird songs.

As I got my computer to generate the sounds from the strange markings on one of the pages, it played back to me these blackbird songs, and it was really soul touching, to think that these songs had been sung by some little blackbird maybe 1000 years ago and recorded in this book all these years.

And I thought at that time, that such beauty is worthy of publication as much as anything from Mozart, but how easily we overlook it. I felt I really understood the author's motives, and totally respected him/her for this achievement, by inventing a language which worked so successfully.

It was a very happy dream.

 

[All Seeing Eye]

^ you have GOT to be making this up? right?

 

[Jadzia]

what ending would you have preferred? I didn't consciously choose my dream. But I don't feel the ending could have been any happier, really.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

I love the smell of bared psyches in the morning...

The one I had last night was me having an argument with an ex-gf while police chased a bunch of bears who were wearing wimples down the street. They stopped, ran for the church across the street and did a jig, then ran off down the street as the fire engines showed up. And then my ex-gf turned to stomp away and was run over by the bears coming back the other direction. They then wanted to exchange insurance details with me about her when my wife showed and I started to be questioned by a couple of Clone Troopers that got out of one of the police cars. We ended up sitting with the bears having cupcakes on my front lawn as they hosed my ex-gf off the street with a firetruck.

Sounds like you didn't like your ex very much. There seem to be themes of conflicts with authority, disputes of various forms, and the discarding of past baggage perhaps. I also got a feeling that handling neutrality is somewhere there too, what with those strange bears (representing the unstoppable force of Fate perhaps?). As for those wimples... sorry...

I dreamt last night that there was a man with an important question that he had been forever searching for the answer to. The question was something like "what takes eight seconds?" and his journey had led him to a tower atop which he had been led to believe lay the answer.

He climbed the tower and found nothing there, but after a time he realised that it would take him eight seconds to hit the ground if he were to leap from it. He realised that he hadn't been searching for the answer, he'd been searching for the question. He experienced a moment of concurrency (that word, specifically, was in the dream) in which he realised that his life had been a journey to this point, that there remained only one thing left to do.

He threw himself off the tower and was satisfied as he hit the ground that he had at last discovered the question and the answer and that all was right with the world.

A very "Hitchhiker's Guide" themed dream, I suspect.

To me the theme was of course finding a solution to a difficult dilemma or problem. I guess the Old? man represented time running out in the world, especially in his desperation in finding one final answer before he can be at peace. The tower, climbing it, could also be seen as a journey towards a better place or a higher ideal, and that he fell from it (ironically providing the solution to his problem) could represent that he had found his answer but was too doomed to do anything about it - maybe it means that whatever answers you seek, the solution is right in front of you and that it's not too late to do something about it. That he suggested he was searching for the question than the answer may suggest taking a new approach to whatever current or future puzzle you come across.

 

[All Seeing Eye]

what ending would you have preferred? I didn't consciously choose my dream. But I don't feel the ending could have been any happier, really.

It's just that your dreams seem exceptionally vivid to the point where you're using serious scientific terms and not only that, the odds of continuing a previous dream is exceptionally slim and that's when you wake up and go straight back to sleep. The odds of continuing the same dream the next day or a couple of days later is astronomical.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

Last night I had TWO MORE DREAMS I really hope this means they're back to normal frequency now and isn't just a phase. I woke up feeling so cheerful and full of energy this morning.

The first dream was a continuation of yesterdays, which kind of brought it to conclusion. The second dream was something completely new. I'll talk about the first one.

The dream began with me sat in my office with the Voynich book on my desk. (So we'd apparently got out of the cave safely). I set about trying to decipher the writing contained within it. this involved writing a few computer programs as analysis tools, and trying out variations on the 'rankine decompiler' that the book instructed me to use.

Working on it after hours and well into the night, I finally cracked it. The 'simple equation' I ended up using was a 'wave function equation', while the 'high power' involved a modulation function, that involved two dimensional modulation of the equation.

When I discovered what the book was about, I was moved to tears. I was totally crying my eyes out. They were not sad tears, just emotion.

What the book was was this: Somebody had invented a shorthand language, a phonetic language, to enable them to write down and record a specific type of sound, which was the sound of bird songs.

As I got my computer to generate the sounds from the strange markings on one of the pages, it played back to me these blackbird songs, and it was really soul touching, to think that these songs had been sung by some little blackbird maybe 1000 years ago and recorded in this book all these years.

And I thought at that time, that such beauty is worthy of publication as much as anything from Mozart, but how easily we overlook it. I felt I really understood the author's motives, and totally respected him/her for this achievement, by inventing a language which worked so successfully.

It was a very happy dream.

what ending would you have preferred? I didn't consciously choose my dream. But I don't feel the ending could have been any happier, really.

It's just that your dreams seem exceptionally vivid to the point where you're using serious scientific terms and not only that, the odds of continuing a previous dream is exceptionally slim and that's when you wake up and go straight back to sleep. The odds of continuing the same dream the next day or a couple of days later is astronomical.

It's great to hear those dreams are coming back with (alarming?) regularity again Jadzia. But yes, it is a little odd that the dream has suddenly continued again the following night - that hardly ever happens to me. But on that subject, I often find of late that my dreams are of such short bursts that either I forget what they were all about immediately, or only remember short parts of it. (Perhaps I'm prone to interrupted sleep?) In the former situation they do "recur" even though I didn't remember it the first time - I know they recur.

On the other hand, given that you dreamed about the original dream one night and found it vivid enough that you could recall the exact events the following day here on the TrekBBS, could the immediate follow-up dream be merely based on the act of the write-up of the previous dream here on TrekBBS? (God forbid you should end up dreaming about the TrekBBS... Actually I have dreamed about logging onto the TrekBBS once - where I didn't see bad things happen to me as much as learn bad news for me - but that's another story.) Or indeed could follow-up or recurring dreams be based on any conscious attempt to remember the dream during the awake state?

But anyway, it all sounds like there was an innocent intention to proceedings in the end - a reward for persistence and hard work that proved overwhelming. Perhaps it all suggests that there isn't a deeper level to the problem, and that things are indeed to be taken at face value after all? That you were in familiar surroundings suggested that you were in control of this situation this time, and that there was no physical journey meaning that everything you need is with you right now. That you recall shedding tears might imply that there was still a sense of loss during your adventure - perhaps some material loss somewhere? Blackbird songs... a Beatles reference about taking broken wings and learning to fly, and waiting for a certain moment to arrive? And the final sentiment of someone creating something beautiful to be appreciated by someone else later - perhaps you learned the value of patience?

 

[Jadzia]

It's just that your dreams seem exceptionally vivid to the point where you're using serious scientific terms and not only that, the odds of continuing a previous dream is exceptionally slim and that's when you wake up and go straight back to sleep. The odds of continuing the same dream the next day or a couple of days later is astronomical.

If I'm doing some maths in real life, I can dream about mathematical things, which can feature scientific lingo. Sometimes it can be relevant to the maths I'm doing in real life, other times it's just technobabble. It's really not that exceptional. And continuing dreams are not unusual for me either, as I've had dream stories span 4-5 days before now.

My dreams are important to me. That's why I miss them so much when they don't happen.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

It's just that your dreams seem exceptionally vivid to the point where you're using serious scientific terms ...l.

If I'm doing some maths in real life, I can dream about mathematical things, which can feature scientific lingo. Sometimes it can be relevant to the maths I'm doing in real life, other times it's just technobabble. It's really not that exceptional.

I very often dream about specifics in my workplace (as I outlined in my original post) which are technically specific. Nothing wrong with that either. I once dreamed a few years ago that I had a chest drain inserted into my heart and that I was walking around with it all day, gasping for breath. Back in University I remember I dreamed I was a living cadaver in an anatomy lab being dissected by my anatomy lecturer (who was giving a demonstration to the medical students in my class) and that I could feel everything as my stomach was torn open.

Nothing wrong with that at all. Others may find them gut-wrenching, though. (no pun intended)

 

[Zulu Romeo]

OK, had another strange dream. This one was more action-packed, and I felt I knew what I needed to do in the dream. You know, it could well be the first lucid dream I have had in a long time...

I dreamed I was in an office (any office, a typical office, not my work place) going about my duties (whatever they were) but aware that I was actually a secret agent, on the run from my agency, and onh a mission to assassinate this good-looking, suave, billionaire supervillain on a boat. I managed to sneak onboard the boat (which was more like a huge luxury hovercraft) just before the ship's crew could cast off the moorings. The junior crewmembers had realised I was onboard but were powerless to throw me off as the ship was already leaving.

Anyway, my plan was to find the villain, infiltrate his private function in the luxury suite on the ship, and then expose him in front of everyone and eventually assassinate him. In true Bond movie tradition, I made my way into the luxury ballroom, where dinner was being served, guests were chatting away, and the Big Bad was captivating several other peers and women.

The odd thing, however, was that in each part of the room, something different was going on with several of the same guests in different poses in different parts of the room, also noting that the nearby clocks on the walls were all showing different times. I realised that each part of the room was representing a different time period from the future events of this particular evening, depicting an event in the whole story that was to unfold sequentially.

Somewhat disturbingly, the part of the room that showed the latest time according to the nearby clock, was an image of myself, being shot through the heart, and dying instantly. More disturbingly the killer was not the villain who was both my adversary and love rival, but seemingly, the one pulling the trigger was in fact the woman of my affection in the dream.

It was at this point that I felt the lucid part of the dream began. I felt I could control the dream by taking steps to prevent my impending death. As the dream continued, I tried to confiscate all the lethal weaponry I could see, specifically handing the dream's Love Interest with a non-lethal weapon (I think it was a taser I gave her) and telling her it was "all right".

The dream continued in real time, and one by one, the various scenes from each time period of the evening appeared as they should have done, including notably a dinner scene where I was passing food around a table, aware that the villain was just along the table and also helping himself to food.

It was at this point that I eventually decided to try and apprehend him without causing too much disruption. The key moment came when, at the scene where I am supposed to "die", nothing happened.

That's when the dream ended.

Weird.

 

[Jadzia]

secret agent ... on the run ... on a mission

I managed to sneak ...

The dream is expressing anxiety. There is also a time element to this, like being rushed off one's feet, or a feeling of urgency, or need to act with haste.

You were very much an outsider to that group you infiltrates. You do not belong there and do not feel part of the group. Is this a feeling of loneliness? Which you deal with through putting your attention on tasks (missions)?

different times ... future events of this particular evening

Shift of focus in the dream. You're looking to the future now. Not so much future planning, but self-preparedness and reassurance as a way of dealing with anxiety.

an image of myself, being shot through the heart, and dying instantly. the one pulling the trigger was in fact the woman of my affection in the dream.

Being shot by woman in your heart = being rejected and being heart broken?

So that's a fear of rejection. Compatible with the above: You're looking to the future because you want to know how she feels, whether or not she will reject you.

I tried to confiscate all the lethal weaponry I could see

Hmmm. I think lethal weapons = reasons for rejection. The rest of the dream is about destroying the weapons = removing the reasons for rejection = you trying to appeal to the woman of your affection in such a way that she won't reject you.

at the scene where I am supposed to "die", nothing happened.

Like waiting for her to phone but she never rings.

Never mind Zion, I'm sure there will be other

 

[RandyS]

All dreams are about sex.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

Being shot by woman in your heart = being rejected and being heart broken?

So that's a fear of rejection. Compatible with the above: You're looking to the future because you want to know how she feels, whether or not she will reject you.

I tried to confiscate all the lethal weaponry I could see

Hmmm. I think lethal weapons = reasons for rejection. The rest of the dream is about destroying the weapons = removing the reasons for rejection = you trying to appeal to the woman of your affection in such a way that she won't reject you.

at the scene where I am supposed to "die", nothing happened.

Like waiting for her to phone but she never rings.

Never mind Zion, I'm sure there will be other

Oh man, Jadzia, you have no idea... Or perhaps you do have some idea. In either case the idea is quite staggering...

 

[ShamelessMcBundy]

While i can't interpret dreams, i've had a dream not too long ago that was rather really obvious ...

Damn subconscious telling me what i want ...

 

[Zulu Romeo]

Another one for all you budding Josephs to wonder why I can't stop eating chocolate before bedtime...

This one seemed to be in two parts. Either I woke up in between the dream, or I seem to remember all the details this time. One of the key elements in this dream is not so much seeing and hearing things, but thinking random things in the dream that were neither heard nor seen in the dream ever again, in a stream of consciousness way.

I was driving in my car, on a long-distance trip, the sort of journey I reserve for seeing my family who live in Scotland. On the way, I noticed there was an exit on the motorway leading to another motorway, only this one was a short-cut leading towards very mountainous terrain, but which would get me there in a quicker time. It was signposted as a motorway, although by the time I joined the route it appeared like a very wide well-beaten country track instead, sweeping alongside the main road, and passing up into the mountainside. I remember the road, while smooth driving, was very steep, a real strain on my car (which now felt as if I was willing myself up the mountain) and seemed to disappear into the top of the mountains.

After a while, I then remember stopping outside a large modern-looking mansion of sorts. The sky was overcast with the threat of rain, and there was the sense that there was a large bird (possibly seagulls, possibly an eagle?) nearby - I had the feeling that one was about to empty the contents of its bowels on the roof of my car at any moment. For some reason my family was with me this time - all my siblings, and my parents nearby. We entered the house, and were greeted by the house's owner: a slightly built girl of about my age, with shortish mid-brown hair and brown eyes, and (in the right light, although it was not at all obvious) a slight Oriental appearance (for some reason the term "one-eighth" sprang to mind). Not the most attractive girl in the world, but one with which I somehow felt "right". She and her family welcomed us and invited us to stay with them for the day in their house.

The house was large, white, with several rooms and well-lit corridors. Most of the action occurred up one flight of stairs in various rooms off a long white corridor on the landing. Myself and my siblings - three sisters - stayed in what appeared to be one of the bedrooms: I think it was the girl's bedroom, but I had the strangest feeling that it wasn't really hers. We were all waiting for her to appear, as I believed she was downstairs greeting my parents with her parents, but while they did that my sisters started trying out all the girl's clothes and rifling through her things, while I sat in the corner, disinterested. During this time, I believed that my parents were in the downstairs drawing room, resting, although I didn't see them there.

After a while, I left that room and decided to explore the house. I made it to the corridor on the first floor, off which most of the other rooms could be entered. Nearby was the bathroom, clean, spotless and off-white ceramics everywhere, but as I entered it (in order to relieve myself) I was interrupted by the girl returning from the outside, accompanied by her mother. She stated that the two of them were out walking (in the rain for some reason) then had to come back indoors. The girl then rushed into the bathroom ahead of me (cheeky!) saying that she had to get herself and her dress (the word "purple" then entered my mind at that point) ready for tonight. She was apparently going to a function and their family was going to honour a local celebrity. She also mentioned that while she was outside she noticed that a large bird had indeed emptied the contents of its bowels on the roof of my car.

End of dream.







Actually, this reminded me of another dream I had a few months ago where I was driving a large double decker bus along a similar route, only for me to take a wrong turn and drive back the way I came. It involved a lot of parallel parking, and stopping to talk to train engineers, if I recall correctly. I also remember that it was very sunny in that dream.

 

[think]

I dreamed I died, !!! is was really uninteresting about half way thru that dream I feel asleep and dreamed I died!!! it was really uninteresting and about half way through that dream I dreamed I died.,, It was really uninteresting (again) and about half way through I dreamed I died ., It was really uninteresting and I don't know why I am telling/typing you this but yep half way thru I dreamed I died ., this never ended and aways comes back to my sleeps but the dream is really uniteresting and then I dream I died et.c., any questions I am almost awake rigth now maybe.

 

[jamestyler]

Last nights wasn't weird, not for me. A little confusing though...

One I vividly remember Hurley from Lost being some kind of tutor and me winding him up enough to make him snap and punch me to prove a point. I can't remember what that point was though...

And the second was meeting Leonard Nimoy and Zachary Quinto and having my picture taken by Spock Squared. Only for my camera to break, so Nimoy came to my house and sang a song fo all my friends while I tried to duct tape my phone back together.

Less weird than my usual dreams, still not quite normal.

 

[Jadzia]

Another one for all you budding Josephs to wonder why I can't stop eating chocolate before bedtime...

Not a bad dream. It was interested from the introduction, but I was expecting a lot more excitement from your mansion. If it were my dream, I'm sure this girl would have had a club foot that gave her a peculiar limp, and I'd have discovered she was a murderer like in some horror story.

Anyway...

I was driving in my car, on a long-distance trip, the sort of journey I reserve for seeing my family who live in Scotland. On the way, I noticed there was an exit on the motorway leading to another motorway, only this one was a short-cut leading towards very mountainous terrain, but which would get me there in a quicker time. It was signposted as a motorway, although by the time I joined the route it appeared like a very wide well-beaten country track instead, sweeping alongside the main road, and passing up into the mountainside. I remember the road, while smooth driving, was very steep, a real strain on my car (which now felt as if I was willing myself up the mountain) and seemed to disappear into the top of the mountains.

The shortcut concept was significant here. I think it represents you wanting to make an opportunistic saving. But it not being all it seems. But it's too late to change your mind then. Perhaps some cynicism is present in that?

Even though you saw the mountains, you trusted the path would take you where you wanted to go because the signs said so.

Perhaps you are more inclined to trust, and would like to be more cautious of being sold things in a false packaging.

After a while, I then remember stopping outside a large modern-looking mansion of sorts. The sky was overcast with the threat of rain, and there was the sense that there was a large bird (possibly seagulls, possibly an eagle?) nearby - I had the feeling that one was about to empty the contents of its bowels on the roof of my car at any moment. For some reason my family was with me this time - all my siblings, and my parents nearby.

The threat of rain and threat of bird droppings were both threats. The situation was against you at this point. It's really the low point of the dream. And then all of your family appeared, because you know each and every one of them are always there for you if things do ever go awry.

In the rest of the dream, you are not readily involved with anyone. Your parents are downstairs out of sight, your sisters while in sight (you feel closer to them than to your parents?), they are engaged in their own activity while the girl and her parents are engaged in their own activity. So you're left out.

The girl is someone you are comfortable with, and you're seeing her bedroom and imagining her being cheeky, so perhaps you are interested in her? But she has her own plans, walking with her family and then to see the celebrity. She was hospitable and trusting of you, and also informative with you, but neither directive nor attentive.

So there was some loneliness for you in the dream I think.

I'm not sure what my conclusion is.

 

[freak]

I have dreams about my favorite actors sometimes..and a romantic interest to them. Then, they always have a girlfriend before they meet me..and they meet me and fall head over heels in the end.
I've also had dreams of my teeth falling out which is an indication that you need to go see your dentist.
And I sometimes dream I'm in the Trek world and saving humanity!

 

[iguana_tonante]

My dreams are important to me. That's why I miss them so much when they don't happen.

In a sense, I envy you for that.

It's really unusual for me to remember my dreams. I usually go to bed very late (and very tired), fall asleep almost instantly, and then wake up in morning. Period.

Sometimes, when I sleep in during weekends, I have some half-dreams late in the morning, but I'm usually aware they are dreams (not exactly lucid dreaming because I have small control on what happens, but I feel emotionally detached from them since I know they are not real). I can also snap out of them with little effort.

At times I feel sad about it, because I feel the very experience of dreaming seems almost precluded to me. On the other hand, deep down I'm also a bit afraid of what I would dream if I actually did it, so I imagine that contributes to keep my dreams locked in some place in my head. Meh. I suppose I'm ready for the nutty house.