I Have Had Strange Dreams
I used to have a lot of bad dreams, even nightmares, so I am not complaining here. But lately, I've had a series of very strange, though extremely positive dreams. I can't help but wonder what this means or why I'm having them. It's not a particularly wonderful time in my life. I am old, alone and lonely (PLEASE sex perverts here, PLEASE don't interpret that as "horny" and send me disgusting sex messages, OK?), conflicted about some major life decisions, and broke (that may stop some of the annoying messages I get). There is no reason to have positive dreams based on my current life. I am hoping they are harbingers of future good fortune.
Here are my two most recent examples:
First dream; I am standing on the deck of a beautiful mobile home in a mobile home park. There are crowds of friendly people around me. There are loudspeakers blaring out some pop music popular about 50 years ago. I am hearing an upbeat celebratory tune composed by a long ago family friend, a film music composer. I turn to the man next to me and tell him that I knew the composer of the tune, and heard the tune 2 hours after the family friend composed it when he played it on the piano for me.
To my surprise the man says, "Yes, we know that. And that's why you're here with us today! You have always been a friend to artists of all sorts. You respect and revere the arts. You have honored the arts in your life and today we are here to honor YOU for that.". I was startled and tried to argue about it, saying I had actually personally made few artistic contributions myself, but he stopped me with more flattering words about my support of the arts, concluding with, "And that is why we are going to...GIVE YOU A HOUSE!" He then explained that all the people there had taken up a collection to buy me a double wide mobile home in the mobile home park...just because of my association with artists in my life. I could hardly believe it. But the head guy in the mobile home park stepped forward to give me the deed to one of the houses and the keys. He pointed it out and I could see the house from the deck--it was beautiful! I woke up as I was thanking everyone for my beautiful new home.
Second dream: I am on a film set making a movie. It's an animated feature film made about 25 years ago. I am one of the writer/directors. I am explaining how the structure of the storyline meshes with the thematic material. I pause to say how happy, how grateful, I am to be here making this terrific animated feature. The oldest of the writer/directors assures me that they are also grateful for my presence in the production. He tells me that I have been very valuable and have made a major contribution to the film.I protest that I barely understand animation, have never even learned how to draw. He assures me that nevertheless I have contributed by helping the whole writers team understand the project better, and by my writing of the story. Someone rings a bell and calls out that it's lunch. I start to walk toward the studio commissary for lunch. I wake up--hungry!
All the dreams involve some deep dream I've had for many years, in these cases, owning a house and getting paid for working in animation, both long time dreams. In some of the dreams, I see my mother, a woman who has, in real life, caused me much pain and trouble. But in the dreams she is amazingly sweet and kind and very supportive of me; her whole personality has changed radically.
Why would I be dreaming this stuff? My mother has been dead for 15 years.
In my real life, my luck has been so bad that I have a saying about it:
"My ship finally came in! But...I was at the airport."
I've never had dreams like this before. Could it be that my luck is, somehow, changing...? Maybe I should go to a casino.
Here are my two most recent examples:
First dream; I am standing on the deck of a beautiful mobile home in a mobile home park. There are crowds of friendly people around me. There are loudspeakers blaring out some pop music popular about 50 years ago. I am hearing an upbeat celebratory tune composed by a long ago family friend, a film music composer. I turn to the man next to me and tell him that I knew the composer of the tune, and heard the tune 2 hours after the family friend composed it when he played it on the piano for me.
To my surprise the man says, "Yes, we know that. And that's why you're here with us today! You have always been a friend to artists of all sorts. You respect and revere the arts. You have honored the arts in your life and today we are here to honor YOU for that.". I was startled and tried to argue about it, saying I had actually personally made few artistic contributions myself, but he stopped me with more flattering words about my support of the arts, concluding with, "And that is why we are going to...GIVE YOU A HOUSE!" He then explained that all the people there had taken up a collection to buy me a double wide mobile home in the mobile home park...just because of my association with artists in my life. I could hardly believe it. But the head guy in the mobile home park stepped forward to give me the deed to one of the houses and the keys. He pointed it out and I could see the house from the deck--it was beautiful! I woke up as I was thanking everyone for my beautiful new home.
Second dream: I am on a film set making a movie. It's an animated feature film made about 25 years ago. I am one of the writer/directors. I am explaining how the structure of the storyline meshes with the thematic material. I pause to say how happy, how grateful, I am to be here making this terrific animated feature. The oldest of the writer/directors assures me that they are also grateful for my presence in the production. He tells me that I have been very valuable and have made a major contribution to the film.I protest that I barely understand animation, have never even learned how to draw. He assures me that nevertheless I have contributed by helping the whole writers team understand the project better, and by my writing of the story. Someone rings a bell and calls out that it's lunch. I start to walk toward the studio commissary for lunch. I wake up--hungry!
All the dreams involve some deep dream I've had for many years, in these cases, owning a house and getting paid for working in animation, both long time dreams. In some of the dreams, I see my mother, a woman who has, in real life, caused me much pain and trouble. But in the dreams she is amazingly sweet and kind and very supportive of me; her whole personality has changed radically.
Why would I be dreaming this stuff? My mother has been dead for 15 years.
In my real life, my luck has been so bad that I have a saying about it:
"My ship finally came in! But...I was at the airport."
I've never had dreams like this before. Could it be that my luck is, somehow, changing...? Maybe I should go to a casino.
70-79, F
