h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Herrmmm... do I get from your that you like the change in topic and want it to go on forever?

Hmmm...if my dreams would come true, I'd be able to fly, conjure up fireballs, move things with my mind, and travel to parallel universes...nope, they never have and they never will. That's why I call them dreams.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh but you do i saw you lol

eh?

"Hmm. Can't help you with too much insight, but I seem to remember from first year psychology that Freud related "the falling out of teeth" to the emission of semen."

So he didn't attend too many anatomy classes, then....

Definitely didn't seem to, no. But he was just obsessed with his mum.

"I've often dreamed of people who have died, just after their death, and even with animals - usually before the news has reached me, at least. I'm sure there are any amount of explanations for that.

My mum had a dream recently about a friend of hers who has recently died. The friend was in a nursing home with dementia, couldn't recognize anyone etc. In mum's dream, she bounced up to mum and said: "I've had a wonderful rest. Now I can get on with some work". Now that's an interesting one, I feel."

ah, stfrancesca, for me this got REALLY intense after the deaths of my parents... I wondered if this was just me, but I'm fortunate enough to work in residential care of the elderly, and I've been able to broach the topic with relatives of the newly deceased (we do a certain amount of informal "aftercare" for the familes). From this - admittedly not very scientifically rigorous - study, I now realise that intense dreams about a dead relative, especially a parent, are UNIVERSAL. Everyone has them within the first few weeks and months of a bereavement and they can be so intense as to be upsetting in themselves. I now make it standard practice, when talking to the soon-to-be-bereaved, to find a moment to advise them that their dreaming lives are going to be rich and highly coloured, but it will fade off in intensity and frequency after a few months.

My "favourite" dream concerned my mother, who had been given a task: to look after my paternal grandmother, who was ailing and immobile for some reason. I could see my mother (three months' dead) and my grandmother (over thirty years dead)both looking shocked and horrified at this prospect but knowing there would be no alternative but to make it work. My mother had to restore my gran to full health: my gran had to suffer her nurse being my mother.

As in real life my mother and my father's mother did not get on AT ALL, they were utterly at odds, it was "mother-in-law from hell" syndrome, there was something nicely poetic about this scenario: if you couldn't get on in life, you will bloody well make up your differences in the afterlife.

I had a feeling I was looking at an aspect of what Christians call Hell, or in this case Purgatory (Hell with the prospect of time off for good behaviour), or what gets described as Karma. It was oddly reassuring: what you get wrong or fail to resolve down here, you must sort out on arrival Elsewhere before you are allowed to take it any further.

Which is a good thought to think on.

In the from-the-sublime-to-the-ridiculous category - a week after I got my driving licence, I had a vivid dream in which an elephant sat on my car. I woke up and went shopping - and was blind-sided by a Lincoln Continental driven by an elderly man.

About two years ago, I had a rather vivid dream that involved The Apocalypse. I will spare some of the more trivial details of the dream (some of which involved an End of The World Concert), but it seemd that, alas, The End was upon us after all. Mankind was rounded up and judged, and, understandibly, I was sent to Hell.

Well, as I arrived in Hell, I found myself in an office building. The Office Manager showed me to my cubicle, and explained to me where I could get all my office supplies, and even provided me with a stack of requisition forms, incase I required anything that wasn't currently available.

The VERY NEXT DAY, I was laid off from my job, which was in an office building, and where I had sat in a cubicle for several years.

How's that for a premonition?

What a dream!

i've had this one very specific dream 4 times now, once when i was about 6, once when i was about 11, and twice when i was thirteen. It is very vivid while I'm dreaming, and not 1 second after i wake up, the memories mostly gone. The gist of it is that im standing on a cliff like block, with many other blocks in front of me, that all come crashing down towards me, and it is very dark. This repeats over and over again, almost like dominos. Sometimes I know that i'm having the dream again. I wake up terrified, but the full memory seems always suppressed. Could this be my sub conscious protecting me from a memory too terrifying for me to deal with? and thoughts on what it could mean?

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That's utterly fascinating, AgProv, and it rings very true.

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Could be, thefordprefect, and it could be that when you're ready, you'll remember.

I wrote this a few days back, but due to failing 'net connection, I'm posting this now:
I assume you loved both of them very much, AgProv, and either wished to see them get along in real life, or used a more 'easy going' function of dreams, which is giving a comical note to the death of loved ones, in this case thinking, 'now they're together on the other side, they might learn to get on with eachother'.
I'd lost my maternal grandmother at the age of 12 and it took me at least a year to start dreaming about her. She talked to me, but now I really don't dream of her anymore. My grandfather died a few years ago, and started appearing in my dreams soon after, telling me it was all a joke on everyone, and that now he can live in peace with his books and his crossword puzzles and no one bothers him.

That is really Elly!

It's great the way your grandparents showed the personalities that they had in life.

I've had a recurring dream for the last 15 years or so, of the police knocking at my door telling my son was in trouble, the trouble varies but my answer is always 'Which one?' to which one of the policemen gives a name that doesn't belong to either of my two and I then wake up with a tremendous sense of relief.

Last Saturday as I was getting in the car to drive Nogbad to drink , a police van drew up outside & the driver got out, walked up to me and asked me if I'd got a son. I said I had two and he asked me if one was called Andy. I said no and asked why.

He said that they'd got a youth in the back of the van, very drunk, giving our address and would I mind taking a look at him to see if I could identify him so that they could get him home.

Of course I said yes, took a look and there was a lad I'd never seen before who was insisting he lived at our address.

Nogbad's lived in this house all his life and the house was new when his parents moved in.

We've still not found out who he is

That is so Granny W! I was just telling my son about your posting, and just as I had the same thought, my son called out "He's from the future"...

That's bizarre.

Then again, back in the days when I used to get drunk, I used to forget where I lived, so I'm amazed I didn't do something like that once. I was once told by a friend that we'd ended up taking the taxi driver all around my home town as I kept giving him different directions! Nowadays, alcohol sends me to sleep so I rarely drink more than a glass or two of wine at a time, and even that makes me . But I digress .

It doesn't change what is a very odd thing to dream repeatedly - I wonder if you'll have the dream again?

I'll let you know

Della, if he WAS from the future, they still wear track suit bottoms, steel toecap boots & get covered in paint as well as shaving their heads. The lad was still in his work gear with globs of white paint on his skull! Whatever happened to one piece, shiny lycra

Ah, he's trying to fit into our era.