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Submitted by Guglielmo on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 4:29pm.
Someone recently posted a dream they had, but I couldn't find that thread. So I'm starting this one in the mean time. Here's a recent one: I am driving and having trouble finding the pedals, like the brake when I need it. So I coast slowly across an intersection with a busy road. Other cars are bearing down on me. Now I can’t find the gas peddle, so I’m pushing on the steering wheel to move the car across the intersection more quickly. I coast across the intersection and into a narrow brick-lined alley that looks meant for pedestrians. I try to back up but someone is behind me. So I go forward, slaloming slowly between vehicle barriers. The alley becomes the atrium of a large bank-like building. Instead of a car, now I’m on skates and still having trouble stopping and turning. When I accidentally skate through a metal detector, the security personnel yell at me. “I’m just going through,” I shout as I point at the exit doors on the other side of the atrium. They seem okay with that, but they kept watching me as I skate ineptly around the atrium trying to make it to the exit doors, which I finally do. Outside the door is a park. I come across a grotto, a deep, rock-lined hole with a pool of water at the bottom. A young man lifts a young woman over the railing and throws her in. The water seems too shallow, I think. She penetrates the water to the bottom of the pool and hits a rock. She hovers, motionless near the rock. The young man leaps in to save her, I think. But upon reaching her he smiles and drags her to the bottom of the pool. She regains consciousness and begins to struggle. Though she is unable to free herself completely, she manages to drag herself and the man further up the side of the grotto. But they are still under water. Other people are watching, but no one helps. Finally, I vault the railing and begin the climb down the rocks to reach the couple…and I’m still wearing skates. They are just below the surface when I reach them, near the mouth of a small underwater cave. The young man pulls the woman toward the cave just as I grab her. I grab him to break his grip, then her again. Each time my grip slips and he pulls her further into the cave until she is finally out of my reach.
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I'm At Children's Hospital In Seattle
Submitted by JstPlnOnry on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 4:37pm.so I wish I could get enough sleep to actually have a dream! IV pump alarms, chatter at the nurses station, phones ringing in the distance, laundry & janitorial carts up & down the hallway, nurses and respitory techs popping in & out all night...
Please! Share your dreams with someone who isn't able to have them!
"Do not mistake for conspiracy and intrigue what can best be explained by stupidity and incompetence." - Unknown
Last night, my deceased dogs visited me...
Submitted by Debmonstrative on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 5:28pm....my old sheltie mix, Alpha (died 7 years ago at age 16), and toy poodle, Guinevere (died 5 years ago at age 14). They usually show up together. Anyway, I was in Ireland (a place I've never been) when they came across me, bounding over the fields to meet me...a joyous reunion, of course. Flowers were everywhere, but they all looked like they'd been painted on the landscape by an Impressionist. We walked along a long stone wall and they began speaking....however, it was about mundane things like coffee. Before they gave up the secrets of the afterworld, I woke up.
Onry, I'm sorry you have to endure a child in the hospital. I hope the prognosis is good and the stay not-lengthy...
Gug, if you interpret your dream via Gestalt analysis, it gets even stranger.......
Hugs for Onry
Submitted by Anonymously Larry on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 7:24pm.Because she obviously needs one.
I have this continuing dream of a guy named Jim wearing my name badge....
I posted my
Submitted by OperaGirl on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 8:18pm.I posted my dream about sharing corn on the cob with Rob Richards the other day...
I like to keep a journal of my dreams. My older son loves for me to read them to him. One of his favorites is where I was at the doctor and there was a man in a wheelchair being rolled out of a room from having surgery on his brain. But the doctor thought they might have to do another surgery on his brain so they left the top of the skull off and stapled up the skin so they could just open it and look in (picture opening up a paper bag and looking in to see what is inside). This all seemed completely normal to me and everyone else there.
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. ~Ludwig van Beethoven
Thanks All!
Submitted by JstPlnOnry on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 9:35pm.for the nice sentiments! My 16 yr. old has Cystic Fibrosis (a terminal lung disease) and her PFT's (Pulmonary Function Tests) plummeted this past week so she's here on IV antibiotic meds getting what they call a "clean out". She has to do this generally every 3 months but this last time she managed to stay out for 5 months.
Unfortunately, her stays have gone from 1-2 weeks to 3-4 weeks because she's just not responding to the meds anymore. They say she's at lung transplant stage but are hesitant to put her on the list because she's so young. A transplant is only a life extender of about 5 years and they hope to be able to hold out until she's older before having to go to that extreme. Sometimes it's really frustrating because I don't understand the waits & hesitations and then she rebounds well enough to go on another few months so I put my faith back in their hands.
This time she's pretty much wheelchair bound because she just doesn't have the lung capacity because her lung passages are so full of mucus or the energy to get very far on her own. This is a first for us so it's made us more nervous. Mucus has filled her stomach and intestinal tract as well so her weights gone down significantly because she just doesn't have an appetite. She has a feeding button and gets 3 cans of high calorie formula through it by pump at night but because of the mucus in her stomach and her fits of coughing, she tends to bring it all back up before a lot of it even gets in her. Trying to get food into her orally anymore is almost impossible.
If you're of the praying type, every little bit helps and we welcome any and all prayers!
"Do not mistake for conspiracy and intrigue what can best be explained by stupidity and incompetence." - Unknown
You got my prayers, Onry
Submitted by Debmonstrative on Tue, 11/06/2007 - 10:41pm.Ditto what Deb
Submitted by OperaGirl on Wed, 11/07/2007 - 7:57am.Ditto what Deb said...(((hugs)))
Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life. ~Ludwig van Beethoven