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I had a very odd dream last night. I have been having disturbed nights as Prodigal 2 is doing shift work and is notoriously difficult to wake him up. I have to be up extra early to compensate and consequently, I don't settle very well at night. Also, I have had three migraines over four days - which is unheard of for me. In recent times, it had dwindled down to less than half a dozen per year. With and without aura, also one started then abruptly stopped without tablet/sleep intervention. I have wondered if this has played a part.
The dream was very, very real - sufficed to say if someone said they had seen me out and about earlier in the day, I would have believed them. In this dream, I was waiting at a local bus stop with my sons (at the age they are now - 31 and 22 respectively), but I was about 19 and I was wearing an outfit from that time. I was in shock, because I realised that this was not a dream. I was bare foot - I could feel the tarmac path under my feet. I was even having a heated discussion with the lads about this.
P1: Of course this is not a bloody dream - I am here, we are catching a bus.
Me: I know that, but I can't remember how I got here. I've got to phone Dad
(tried to call)
Me: See? I know this isn't a dream, I can feel my fingers tapping the glass. This is in real time.
(no answer from Hubby)
We get on a coach, I could feel the floor under my feet. I held on to backs of seats, picked up an item of shopping that a lady had dropped. There were no symbols or random stuff - this was as real as I am typing right here, right now. I wandered to the front of the coach. Both P1 &2 were getting narky with me.
Me: (to P2) You don't understand. I don't know how I got here. And I don't know where we're going either. I will have to ask the bus driver. I need to know where we are going.
It is interesting that now I am substantially revisiting their writings via psychoanalytical literary theory for my major dissertation.
(Under this cut is the opening credits to 'Life On Mars' because it really DID feel like I had a Sam Tyler moment. God help me if I ever DO go into a coma!! A case of 'Hello, I'm Calico_Pye and I have woken up in 1987')
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Date: 2016-07-08 10:22 am (UTC)From:I have had two dreams that I do remember clearly that did this to me. One was when I was 'young' don't know what age, could have been 8 or ten... but I was walking down the corridor to the loo and I did all the things you do in a loo, lift lid etc. pull chain, wash hands in bathroom on way back to my room and I stubbed my toe on the bathroom doorframe. I was shaken awake by our 'nanny' person to find that I had totally WET THE BED! and my foot had kicked the bedfoot and broken a toe. I got walloped for ruining the mattress!
The other one was walking in a field full of wild flowers and I was picking cornflowers, I could FEEL the harsh stems and watch their heads move. I could hear thunder behind me and the lightning kept switching the sky off. The sky got very dark between the lightning strikes and my eyes hurt. I fell over a great pile of cut logs, scratched my knees and hurt my wrist. The thunder turned into cows all galloping about and they were jumping over me and the logs.
Then the pain in my wrist got really bad so I woke up UNDER THE BED. I'd fallen out of bed, knocked the small table over and broken my wrist. But why I was under the bed... hiding from the cows maybe? But they were REAL... I could smell them, and watch their udders flopping about.
I've always avoided lying underneath a herd of stampeding cows tho I do sometimes pick cornflowers which grow round here lots!
But what a rather nice dream yours was. You 19 and the boys young men as they are (I don't seriously believe you're old enough to have lads THAT age tho.. seriously!!) Curious... I wonder what it all meant - are you going to try and analyse it?
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Date: 2016-07-08 10:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-09 07:31 am (UTC)From:I must say, when I got to 21 I got a letter from my parents that I could not expect any more money or house room! Nice! Not that I'd had any money, but I think they meant school uniforms or the like.I'd always paid for my own toothpaste and shoepolish from my sixpence a week pocket money. (I BET Father hated handing that over!!! gawd, he made Shylock look madly profligate!) I was independent from them since I was 18. Not that that was a bad thing. as I've always been able to cope financially or sort out those sorts of problems, and never ever went back to them for help, as I knew I'd not get it. I did borrow some small money from Mother once, but at higher than bank rates of interest AND she made me pay every bloody ha'pence back!
Maybe you should try the interest rate trick... here we have rates of borrowing that are lower the shorter the length of time to repay. But it is still about 4.25% pa. so!!! hehe hehh hehe your Prodigals won't love me! XXXXXXXXX
The Big Five Oh??? Dammit gel, that's just middle age! You've not got to the growing a moustache age yet!!!!Nowhere near!
teehee LOVES YER!!!!!
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Date: 2016-07-08 11:32 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2016-07-08 01:47 pm (UTC)From:; )
Date: 2016-07-09 03:37 pm (UTC)From:i thought that was your take on it
RE: ; )
Date: 2016-07-09 11:29 pm (UTC)From:Re: ; )
Date: 2016-07-09 11:33 pm (UTC)From:then there are the purely escapist fantasies of what if? and why not?
which do you gravitate toward? myself i like a good literary novel.
RE: Re: ; )
Date: 2016-07-09 11:51 pm (UTC)From:Re TV - TBH, I gravitate towards archaeology & history documentaries.and satire. Not a chick flick or a soap lover.
Re: ; )
Date: 2016-07-10 12:50 am (UTC)From: