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Friday, February 11, 2011

Old Fools Journal: Dreams or Life in Another Time

As I said in a prior post I dream a lot. That post can be found here. Actually I don't dream anymore than anyone else but I remember many of mine. I have read that is caused by the dream overlapping into that gray area between sleep and wake. I don't know what that is called but I like it.

Sometimes I don't remember the story but just the people or the place. Sometimes I only remember that it was a whole story with a beginning, middle and end and was resolved before I woke up. I know it was finished because I invariably have that feeling of completion after such a dream. I can also tell when things are not resolved. I complain about a bad nights sleep after such a dream.

I have reoccurring dreams. Sometimes it is the people sometimes it is the place and sometimes it is both. The sketch at the top of this post is one of those places. I have been seeing this door in my dreams for thirty or forty years and it is always recognizable. That is as close as I can get to what I see except for the bike rack. I added that just because I could.

The building is old and I get the impression that it is in an old town in Scotland or Ireland but since I do not remember people or anything surrounding it I do not know for sure. It could be in the New England states somewhere. If you see it let me know.This is a more accurate depiction of my dream. It always seems to be dark and foggy. I also associate the smell of the sea and distant fog horns with it. It is a place of refuge. I only remember going inside once but I may have entered many times without remembering. It was dark and cobwebby. There were books stacked everywhere and things, lots of exotic things. Indian headdresses, Egyptian statues, a skull, world globes and oriental art work are everywhere. There are old jars with stuff in them and strange markings on them. There was a bird I had never seen in a cage. There was a cat* on the counter that watched every move I made. The closest I have seen like it is the book store in the beginning of "The Neverending Story". It is not the same but when I saw that movie and saw the book store I had that strange feeling of having been there before.

I dream in color but this reoccurring place always seems to be in shades of gray with the exception of what I remember of the inside. That was in color.

Maybe it is just too many drugs and too much alcohol over the years. Maybe I am just wired that way. Whatever it is I like it. When I go to sleep I never know where I am going. Sometimes I go on an adventure. I have had fantastic flights in my dreams. Sometimes I meet and visit with old lovers and lovers I have never met. Sometimes I go to a comfortable place like the bookstore. Sometimes I go home which is pretty much the same place.

*I just realized the the cat is a cat that owned me in another life by the name of Bilbo Baggins. An exceptional entity the like of which will never come again. Picture enclosed.
My Buddy
Yeah sure. Bilbo jumped ship in Redondo Beach, California. Twice. Cats are so fickle. Picture was taken in 1975.


Rat Trap Press said...

At least you have interesting dreams. Mine are usually about work. They're stressful.

After reading your post, my wife told me that she has been dreaming about the same apartment for the past twenty five years. It's not somewhere that she has ever actually visited. In her dream it's our home.

Dizzy-Dick said...

I enjoy dreaming. It gives me something to do while I am sleeping.
Hope that someday, you find that place in real life.

Gunnar Berg said...

It took about two weeks after I quit working before I slept through the night. I don't remember my dreams anymore, but now I wake up rested and refreshed. That job was killing me.

Diane-Sage Whiteowl said...

I day dream a lot...and think deeply. Redondo Beach eh? I lived in Redondo for the first 21 years of my life.

limom said...

Nocturnal deja vu.

Gwen Buchanan said...

I like this. you can even draw your dreams... this place you recount is so interesting I would love to go there... no wonder you dream about it repeatedly there are too many cool things to see in just a short time... it sounds almost like a bohemian museum.

I have been dreaming about a dog or rather searching for a dog in my dreams... a particular dog I am suppose to be taking care of... I can see him... but I don't know where I ever saw him before. I would take a room full of dogs rather than a room full of people any day..

take care.

... just remembered, when I was a kid I used to dream I was a cowgirl..countless times... and I always wore a wool red plaid pleated skirt and a matching vest.. don't know what a pleated skirt and being a cowgirl had any connection to but in my dream it always seemed right..

Steven Cain said...

There's nothing in Redondo Beach. Silly cat.

You and I are on the same page this morning Boss... dream posts.

Love the sketch.

TL said...

Interesting entry as I can identify with it as well. I too, have had a recurring dream since childhood and I am now 64.
I once underwent regression therapy to see, if perhaps, this was a memory from a past life as my ancestory was very active in middle age England and the dream is always about myself in the regalia of the era, outside a castle, battling others.

The shrink could come up with neither positive or negative connotations, but said for some reason this dream is deep-rooted in my memory or else I would not have it recurring. Perhaps yours and mine are just deja' vue from somewhere we have been on this journey we all call life..


Jon said...

I've always had vivid dreams, some of which make sense after I wake up, some of which don't. They all seem to make sense at the time, though.

When I was a kid, I just thought of them as free movies, and thought everyone had the same experience. It saddens me to talk to people who don't rmember their dreams, because I've always enjoyed mine, so much.

Wartime Housewife said...

I've always had very vivid dreams and nowadays they're usually quite nice. Saying that, last night I dreamed that someone had got into my brain and taken a snapshot of every dream I have ever had - some were lovely, some were filthy and some were terrifying.

I think of dreaming as a subconscious filtering system. Your brain sieves out all the stuff you're thinking about and helpfully skims off the scum. You could probably form a religion round that....!