I woke with a start as a mug of hot liquid spilled over onto my bed. It proved to be merely an early warning that my hot-water-bottle would spring a leak the following night.
I woke with a start as a mug of hot liquid spilled over onto my bed. It proved to be merely an early warning that my hot-water-bottle would spring a leak the following night.
Pre-cognitive dreams - usually at that level of triviality - are something I've noticed. That and similar waking instances have led me to conclude that we exist in time not on an edge, but in a circle.
The leak was something you could reasonably foresee, and so it may have been on your mind. That would qualify it as an eventuality rather than a premonition.
I am the secretary of our choral group's Board of Directors. I dreamed that years ago a newspaper reporter had written an article predicting certain future activities the chorus would engage in. Those activities did indeed come to pass, and I was accused of plagiarizing the reporter's article when I wrote the minutes of Board meetings.
I saw a young woman on the bus dressed in consciously retro 50s style, including a distinctive elastic belt with a metal clasp. I dreamt I was a child again, playing with just such a belt belonging to my mother.
Perfectly explicable sequence - see something out of the ordinary, stir memories, have dream. Except the dream came first and I saw the young woman the following morning.
This morning it was somebody's very very bouncy baby I was minding for some reason, while my brother's parents-in-law attempted to teach me to chant without vowels.
Dreamed last night that the gentleman in the next apartment woke me with a very loud telephone conversation that I heard through the wall. Upon awaking from the dream, I realized that no such conversation was taking place. I went back to sleep and the dream resumed, this time with a woman on the phone. I awoke again, only to realize again that it was just a dream -- no conversation was taking place.
What fragments of sleep came my way last night (I have gardening-wrecked shoulder muscles at the moment) were taken up with a horror film in which the world was being overrun by tiny malevolent frogs - which morphed into equally ill natured ants.
I saw a young woman on the bus dressed in consciously retro 50s style, including a distinctive elastic belt with a metal clasp. I dreamt I was a child again, playing with just such a belt belonging to my mother.
Perfectly explicable sequence - see something out of the ordinary, stir memories, have dream. Except the dream came first and I saw the young woman the following morning.
What fragments of sleep came my way last night (I have gardening-wrecked shoulder muscles at the moment) were taken up with a horror film in which the world was being overrun by tiny malevolent frogs - which morphed into equally ill natured ants.
Just as a matter of interest, are you able to distinguish your 'predictive' dreams from the others?
I saw a young woman on the bus dressed in consciously retro 50s style, including a distinctive elastic belt with a metal clasp. I dreamt I was a child again, playing with just such a belt belonging to my mother.
Perfectly explicable sequence - see something out of the ordinary, stir memories, have dream. Except the dream came first and I saw the young woman the following morning.
What fragments of sleep came my way last night (I have gardening-wrecked shoulder muscles at the moment) were taken up with a horror film in which the world was being overrun by tiny malevolent frogs - which morphed into equally ill natured ants.
Just as a matter of interest, are you able to distinguish your 'predictive' dreams from the others?
No, because I only know they're predictive when the thing comes to pass. They are only ever personal because, as I've tried to explain, they are part of my ordinary consciousness. Except unconscious because of the waking assumption that we can only know what appears as previous to a certain point in time.
I woke with a start as a mug of hot liquid spilled over onto my bed. It proved to be merely an early warning that my hot-water-bottle would spring a leak the following night.
Pre-cognitive dreams - usually at that level of triviality - are something I've noticed. That and similar waking instances have led me to conclude that we exist in time not on an edge, but in a circle.
@Firenze I agree with that idea of an alinear curve or circle of time, in part because I sometimes find myself continuing with a certain dream just as I fall asleep, as if my dreaming life is on a revolving or spiralling continuum. And remembered fragments are occasionally prescient.
In the late '90s when I was new to the Internet, I came across an intriguing article with a title that was a play on Philip K Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, raising the possibility that if thousands of dreamers were to record their dreams online, we might find the same dreams duplicated and coming up all around the world. I can't find it on the Wayback Machine and if anyone knows the piece (Do Dreaming Sheep Dream The Same Dream? or something like that) I'm talking about, I'd be delighted.
I know there are a lot of common dream motifs - we've had them on this thread eg new rooms in one's house - but I've never come across the idea of the duplicate dream.
I'm not sure, even if one could collect a set with thematic similarities, what you would conclude from that. Dream imagery is so very metaphorical.
Agreed @Firenze , 'duplicate' would be unprovable -- I was thinking of similarities in Covid-related dream imagery and wondering about that old idea of the hypercollective online.
Many times, my daughter and I, or my mother and I would have the same dream on the same night. They seem to happen from the point of view of the dreamer!
One memorable dream was when I had my bright yellow car, and D-U had a nicer, but older, silver one. In her dream, she was angry with me because I was making her sell her car to get an ugly olive green car. In my dream, it was stormy and rainy, and I was very sad because I was selling my car, which was parked in the only sunny spot in a drenched, muddy field, and I was getting an ugly, olive green car. I remember looking at my pretty yellow car sitting in the sun and just wishing I could keep it.
I'm developing a Dream Theme. Last night was the second one in which I was supposed to prepare food for a crowd of strangers. To this end I had to go and find a supermarket and buy food - but again I was in an unfamiliar city.
I had a nightmare last night - it was like a horror film. I probably have one nightmare a year so I very much hope that was it. I won’t repeat it here as I’m working hard on forgetting it!
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Pre-cognitive dreams - usually at that level of triviality - are something I've noticed. That and similar waking instances have led me to conclude that we exist in time not on an edge, but in a circle.
I am the secretary of our choral group's Board of Directors. I dreamed that years ago a newspaper reporter had written an article predicting certain future activities the chorus would engage in. Those activities did indeed come to pass, and I was accused of plagiarizing the reporter's article when I wrote the minutes of Board meetings.
Perfectly explicable sequence - see something out of the ordinary, stir memories, have dream. Except the dream came first and I saw the young woman the following morning.
That's great!
Just as a matter of interest, are you able to distinguish your 'predictive' dreams from the others?
No, because I only know they're predictive when the thing comes to pass. They are only ever personal because, as I've tried to explain, they are part of my ordinary consciousness. Except unconscious because of the waking assumption that we can only know what appears as previous to a certain point in time.
Anyway, I wouldn't worry about the frog ants.
@Firenze I agree with that idea of an alinear curve or circle of time, in part because I sometimes find myself continuing with a certain dream just as I fall asleep, as if my dreaming life is on a revolving or spiralling continuum. And remembered fragments are occasionally prescient.
In the late '90s when I was new to the Internet, I came across an intriguing article with a title that was a play on Philip K Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, raising the possibility that if thousands of dreamers were to record their dreams online, we might find the same dreams duplicated and coming up all around the world. I can't find it on the Wayback Machine and if anyone knows the piece (Do Dreaming Sheep Dream The Same Dream? or something like that) I'm talking about, I'd be delighted.
I'm not sure, even if one could collect a set with thematic similarities, what you would conclude from that. Dream imagery is so very metaphorical.
One memorable dream was when I had my bright yellow car, and D-U had a nicer, but older, silver one. In her dream, she was angry with me because I was making her sell her car to get an ugly olive green car. In my dream, it was stormy and rainy, and I was very sad because I was selling my car, which was parked in the only sunny spot in a drenched, muddy field, and I was getting an ugly, olive green car. I remember looking at my pretty yellow car sitting in the sun and just wishing I could keep it.
So last night I dreamed that mushrooms were growing out of my arm. Removing them was quite painful.
Waking up tired out
In these lockdown days I am still shocked at being up n dressed before 9am