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Trivial Pursuits => Wild Card => Topic started by: pmcd9 on August 23, 2005, 10:00:47 am
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What a strange dream I just awoke from.
I'm watching Paul Simon perform. It's not in a concert hall though, rather in the parking lot of a gas station near my house. That's strange enough, but why this gas station I can't figure because it's not one I frequent often. Paul Simon and his band were in the parking lot of the station among the gas pumps and the audience were across the street on the embankment of the freeway overpass. This too is odd because they rebuilt that freeway maybe 20 years ago, making it wider. Before the edge of the overpass made a hill down to the access street. Now it's wider and it's a sheer wall between the upper road and the access road below. So apparently this dream takes place many years in the past or something. I don't know. Paul Simon is performing a breakdown in the music where he is trying to interact with the crowd in his typically stiff way. Behind him the guitar player (an annonymous blond young guy, not one of his usuals) is playing some jazz licks. Simon (who had been approaching the crowd) breaks that off and goes over to the guitar player and begins to berate him for playing a mistake. He does it in a way that might suggest he is only joking, but he never gives us a wink to let us know that it's just part of the act. For his part the guitar player just meekly takes his criticism. Next Simon and all the rest of the band and crew are leading dogs. They are all in a line, maybe 20 of them, sort of a dog walking conga line I guess. And they are all the same type of dog. I don't know the breed name, but they are tall skinny dogs with long legs and lots of hair. They are leading the dogs away from the crowd down the street and other dogs, local dogs I suppose, tough rotweillers and pit bulls start to approach and sniff around the tall dogs. And that's where it ended.
Have you ever heard of such a strange dream?
~Paul
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Afghan Hound?
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I had a dream about paraplegics playing some sort of baseball thing in a corn field the other week. That was pretty damned weird.
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I've had stranger. This shit doesn't even touch the "serial killer in the glass skyscraper" dream I had once.
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I and other people I know have had this recurring dream where we are cleaning or inserting contact lenses and they get bigger and bigger until they are the size of dinner plates.
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I am so relieved that other people have that contact lens dream.
I love the specific detail of the Afghan hounds in Paul's dream. I wonder what Afghan hounds should symbolize.
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Afghan Hound?
Google Search...
Yes, that's what they were.
~Paul
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The contact lens dream sounds freaky. My only recurring dream is variations on the old "finals week is coming up and I realize I never attended / never bought the textbooks for / otherwise totally dropped the ball on one class" saw, sometimes combined with an inexplicable "I am attending a previous level of school despite moving on to another" theme. (The first time was a dream about going back to sixth grade, dreamed the summer before I went to seventh; the other was a dream about still technically attending high school despite being in college, except I never went to my math class. My teachers were really understanding, though, because they knew I was juggling high school and college. WTF?)
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I love the specific detail of the Afghan hounds in Paul's dream. I wonder what Afghan hounds should symbolize.
I'm speculating here, but Paul Simon is a very short guy (5'-2") and he's married to a very tall woman (6'-0") with lot's of hair. I don't think this shit means anything.
~Paul
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Paul, according to my "Interpretation of Dreams" book, originally published in 1900:
Dogs, large:
to feel much fright upon seeing a large mastiff, denotes that you will experience inconvenince because of efforts to rise above mediocrity. If a woman dreams this, she will marry a wise and humane man.
Hounds:
To dream of hounds on a hung, denotes coming delights and pleasant changes. For a woman to dream of hounds, she will love a man below her station. To dream that hounds are following her, she will have many admirers, but there will be no real love felt for her.
Music:
To dream of hearing harmonious music, omens pleasure and prosperity. Discordant music foretells troubles with unruly children, and unhappiness in the household.
So apparently you'll have a hard time rising above mediocrity, perhaps because of some unruly children, but, if you are not a lady, pleasent changes will come, (but if you are a lady, well, it's raining shit on you, isn't it?).
I used to go to a really great dream analysis site where you type in your dream discription and get a read out of what some of the symbols mean, and it worked really well, but now I can't find it.
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OK, I get a variation of the growing contact lens thing with teeth. My molars suddenly swell and become porous and frangible and drop out of my mouth into my hand. By this point they're are so large there was no way they came out of my head. They break really easily with only slight pressure from my thumb and crumble into fine dust.
I used to have a dream like that, except rather than my molars it was all my teeth, and there was no strange swelling. I'd be eating a sandwich or something, and all of a sudden all my teeth would come out, like a set of dentures. It was extremely gross, and when I was a kid (~12-14?), it freaked me out. I chalk this dream up to the fact that as a child, I had poor dental hygiene and was always being yelled at about it - I guess all my teeth suddenly falling out of my head was a secret fear.
As for you, well, brush them molars, or quit eating the Italian Special pizza just before bedtime.
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My only recurring dream is variations on the old "finals week is coming up and I realize I never attended / never bought the textbooks for / otherwise totally dropped the ball on one class" saw, sometimes combined with an inexplicable "I am attending a previous level of school despite moving on to another" theme.
I've had that one - the "My college education isn't complete until I go back and finish high school... AGAIN?" one. My recurring dream scene involves being able to jump (usually off a hill) and suspend in air much longer than expected - typically 10-15 seconds per jump, which manage to achieve heights of well over 8-10 feet. Interestingly, I'm never able to plant the landing, and up falling over and rolling down said hill. I never bothered to look up what it meant.
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Oh, man, I've had the "tooth damage" dreams, too. Usually in my case it's something violent -- one notable one recently involved a piano sliding down a ramp and hitting me in the face, which strangely enough just knocked out teeth. I've also had "teeth spontaneously crack" dreams. A friend of mine had a theory on this, actually: dreams about tooth damage result from probing with your tongue while asleep and while your mouth is open enough that you don't actually hit your teeth. Because you're asleep, you interpret that as "damaged teeth, oh no!" and not as "maybe my mouth was open."
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I had one of those tooth dreams too, many years ago. I'm at a party, following my boyfriend around an unfamiliar house, and my teeth start to fall out, painlessly. I collect them in my hands as the fall out, but I keep dropping them on the floor and picking them up again. I drop them once again and when I pick them up this time, I see that they are not my teeth but some vaguely tooth-like stones.
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I've had many, many tooth dreams. Usually it's that I'm looking at my mouth in a mirror, I notice that I have a tooth loose, I start to wiggle it, then I notice all my teeth are loose, and I either pull them out or they fall out (either whole or in chunks). It's very grewsome both in the dream and when I wake up, usually slightly worried that it wasn't a dream... I figure that in my case at least, that because tooth brushing is a night time ritual, and one that I'm not as consistant with as I should be, that my subconscious mind sometimes gets caught in a worrying about dental health loop...
The site I found the dream analyzer on (http://www.bored.com) no longer lists it as a link, and I don't know what the name of the site itself is...
I'll search onward!
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found it: http://www.freakydreams.com
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Damn! Speak of the devil! I had another one of those "going back to the wrong level of school" dreams. This time it was a dream that we all had to go back and redo our senior year of high school, because it was required for our senior year of college. (Why? I dunno. It wasn't explained.) It was a moderately lucid dream in that I seemed to generally be bored by all of this and find something wrong with it, plus I was interacting using waking-world knowledge. (At one point I asked one of my classmates, who attends Johns Hopkins now, what she knew about Hopkins's neuroscience program.) However, I was anxious because I couldn't find my schedule and didn't remember where all I needed to go, plus I had forgotten my locker combination. Much of that was moot, though, because we took a long field trip for math (which was taught by my old Econ teacher, weirdly enough). Also, old clothes of mine were everywhere, and I spent a lot of the dream picking them up from places.
I blame GRE studying.
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I think everyone has variations on these same dreams. I took for granted the flying dreams, the back-to-school variations (In a show, on stage, never learned the lines, etc.), the tooth dreams - figured those themes were fairly universal.
When I found out that many people have the contact lens dream, I really started wondering what it could mean to the frail human psyche that so many people share that one.
My tooth dream usually involves me spitting out teeth. Hundreds of them, like they keep growing in and fallng out.
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OK, here's one the rest of you have never had: I dreamed last night that I was putting dozens of little frogs into one of these plastic carrying containers that we use, and they were getting all squished together, and the really tiny ones were getting out.
Still, I am not unique, it is just a variation on a normal zookeeper work anxiety dream about animals getting out.
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I went over to the station where I dreamed I saw Paul Simon perform with the dogs.
Here's what it looks like, pretty typical convenience store/gas station. I took the picture from across the street where I would have been watching the show from. Where Paul Simon and his crew conga'd off with the dogs is just to the right of the sign on a little grassy area you can just see the edge of.
(http://www.paulmcrae.com/images/Miscellany/PAUL_SIMON_DREAM/DSCN7361-E-500.jpg)
Here's the overpass where I took the picture. There actually is still an embankment there.
(http://www.paulmcrae.com/images/Miscellany/PAUL_SIMON_DREAM/DSCN7360-E-500.jpg)
But I looked around and I found another overpass that looked more like how I percieved it in my dream.
(http://www.paulmcrae.com/images/Miscellany/PAUL_SIMON_DREAM/DSCN7357-E-500.jpg)
~Paul
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Someone needs to photoshop the dream into that STAT
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I had a dream that Ray, Beef and I were at a strip mall. I think we had eaten lunch there. On our way out, I ran into Courtney Whitmore (DC comics' Star-Spangled Kid II/Stargirl), with whom I was apparently a co-worker in the Justice Society although no big deal was made of the superheroic end. I offered her a ride "back" in the car with Ray, Beef and myself, which she accepted; the car was one of those horribly awkward two-door four-seat contraptions so there was lots of flipping seats forward and climbing around anytime someone got in or out. Ray insisted on driving, then decided to "take it for a spin" before he would let Courtney get in, and drove around for an inappropriately long time. Somewhere in this there was a subplot involving a bee, which flew around the car and then exploded, leaving no residue. Ray then returned the car to the area of the strip mall and picked up Courtney, who had started walking back in our absence. As we were driving, he stopped to pick up Todd, who said many inappropriate things which I do not remember. Eventually Courtney left the car and Ray and Todd started singing in close harmony a song which seemed to imply that Ray was sleeping with Courtney, but soon segued into implying that Courtney was sleeping with another woman. Roast Beef gave me an embarrassed look that sort of conveyed "what are you going to do about this guy, nothing, that's what you can do" and then I woke up.
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Ben, I want to have that dream.
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Someone needs to photoshop the dream into that STAT
Do I need to procure another picture of the grassy knoll?
~Paul
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I once had a dream where basically Wilford Brimley yelled at me for about five minutes while I stocked shelves in a convenience store. He was upset that I had done something to his candy bar that I didn't do. He left the store and I followed him out and was in front of my grandparent's old house. Wilford was getting getting into a car, my car to be exact, with his daughter and granddaughters. I shouted after him that if he wanted to fight me now was the time. He chuckled and said something along the lines of, "Look at this kid. He wants to fight me over a candy bar."
Wilford Brimley proceeds to kick my ass.
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Wilford Brimley proceeds to kick my ass.
Wilford Brimley is one tough SOB.
~Paul
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I had another Paul Simon dream. In this one Paul and his band are on a soundstage recording for television. The piano player was having trouble with the meter of the song and Simon went over to the piano and was giving him very obvious visual clues to where he should be playing. He still wasn't getting it right and finally Simon stopped the song and began to berate his piano player while the cameras rolled. My POV was from the control booth I was watching through the window. There wasn't an audience. This dream like the last was set in the past. I can't quantify this, but everything seemed old timey, the equipment and the cameras and such. Myself and Simon appear to be as we are today however. The same age.
~Paul
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Wilford Brimley proceeds to kick my ass.
Wilford Brimley is one tough SOB.
~Paul
He was until he got Diabetes.
I especially like his role in the Jan Claude Van Damme spectacular Hard Target, all Cajun, yelling ah-yeeee and shooting guys with a bow and arrow from hossback.
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...finally Simon stopped the song and began to berate his piano player while the cameras rolled.
I think your subconscious mind is on to something Paul - is there a connection between you and this other Paul? Are you worried that you are becoming like the Paul Simon in your dreams? Or are you more talented than other people you work with and forced to stoop to their level?
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...finally Simon stopped the song and began to berate his piano player while the cameras rolled.
I think your subconscious mind is on to something Paul - is there a connection between you and this other Paul? Are you worried that you are becoming like the Paul Simon in your dreams? Or are you more talented than other people you work with and forced to stoop to their level?
Is there some water that's troubling you? Are you just a poor boy and your story's seldom told? Is your girlfriend's mother trying to seduce you? Reminiscing about the old days with your pal Julio down at the playground? Run out of film for slides? Thinking about visiting Elvis's house? Got the hots for Edie Brickell? Or perhaps you're just feelin' groovy?
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...finally Simon stopped the song and began to berate his piano player while the cameras rolled.
is there a connection between you and this other Paul?
Other than totally loving his music I don't think so.
Are you worried that you are becoming like the Paul Simon in your dreams?
I was thinking I might be the subordinate in the dream.
Or are you more talented than other people you work with and forced to stoop to their level?
Bingo.
Actually I think both of those things are true. I am the subordinate, and my boss is a dickhead, but he's also a complete imbicele.
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~Paul