September 13, 2006

• I dream of Zira nightly, she is the hottest talking simian ever.
• Y'know, Jung says that the dreamer is all the people (and things) in the dream. eg. You are the petebestseses. Custard bread anyone?
• Mmmmmmm, custard. Since I've been on the Lunesta I've been rememberng my dreams again. Turns out they're rather dull, though. I guess I wasn't missing much. I WISH I could have tke kind of detail you've got there, SMT. Mostly wandering around through empty houses. Maybe there are Monkeys lurking in the cupboards.
• Shhh! I think she heard us!
• Odd because I had a dream earlier that I was talking on the phone to someone who I didn't know. This was also part of a dream that involved me getting my wallet exchanged with Penn Jillette in a supermarket (he was there with Teller) and something to do with the construction of giant hydrolic compression buildings used to squash crude oil into some kind of compressed crude oil.. for some reason. Also something to do with renting a new house and difficulty in spelling my own name on the forms! Then I was gonna get the downpayment out of the bank, but it was then I realised I had Penn's wallet. I couldn't figure out how I had his wallet, so when I found him in the supermarket (his trolley was loaded with what looked like dairy produce) I was relieved to find that he had my wallet, & it was ok. I blamed Teller whose glib innocent expression I found implausible. "Y'know, Jung says that the dreamer is all the people (and things) in the dream." Jung is dreaming us. Actually, on that point, I once had a lucid dream in which I met one of the Fates (the mythological women who weave the threads of our lives). I directly asked her "do you have any objective existance outside my own dream?" "Of course not!" she replied. I guess that answers that one.
• "Mostly wandering around through empty houses." These are common with me, too. Sometimes old or rundown houses, or versions of old places I used to live. The house is supposed to represent the mind or psyche of the dreamer, according to Jung (although apparently Jung is not taken seriously much anymore). I also often dream of trains, train tracks, waiting at train stations or derivations of the same. They used to be much more common earlier in my life, now I tend to be focussed on single locations, such as houses or cities, finding my way thru a semi-familiar neighbourhood. This may have something to do with the fact I grew up near train tracks, and that I travelled a lot as a younger person, but now have settled down. I sometimes dream of travelling on buses, now, though. I generally don't particularly enjoy these dreams. The ones I hate are where you are walking somewhere, really have to get home or something, and you are so tired you can't actually move any more, or are stuck in some kind of slo mo. In another lucid dream I once overcame this by unscrewing my feet. I discovered that my left foot had a left-handed thread, however. That's one to remember.
• my left foot had a left-handed thread You're a monkey. Oops our time is up. That'll be $175.
• I have lots of dreams involving public transportation, usually subways of some sort, with complicated turnstiles and long swoopy ramps leading to the platform (these trains often bring me to subterranean malls in which I shop for lingerie, but just as often, these days, bring me to some large convention/theater hall attached to a university. the bathrooms are unspeakably filthy and broken-down)
• Is pete hiding in a stall?
• Shhhhhutuuuuup!
• "..subterranean malls in which I shop for lingerie.." Oooh, tell me more about that part!
• Subterranean malls are natural habitats for zombies.
• Funny, I dream about Medusa shopping for lingerie too.
• Oddly enough, I dream of Capt dreaming of Medusa shopping for lingerie.
• Last night I dreamed I was dreaming of you.
• I've never dreamt of any monkeys but yesterday i dreamt i was at a big, big party and all the guests had to leave their coats in a gigantic pile at the door. When it came time to leave, the guests went crazy and threw all the coats all over the place and in the air. I elbowed my way in and tried to find mine. Every coat i picked up looked very much like my coat but it had some slight difference. It was either too short or the wrong color. The coats started turning into ones that seemed more and more similar to mine. But they were still obviously not mine. Where's my coat? WHERE'S MY COAT?
• Oh, here it is. I had it on all the time.
• I once dreamt of a monkey.
• i dream about space kitty all the time. mostly we are running around killing people for their shoes. mmmm, shoes.
• I don't need to dream it; I've lived it.
• Remember how people used to wonder if we dream in B&W or Color? I always thought that was really a stupid question and a product of black and white tv technology. That I don't hear that question anymore tells me that it was related to black and white tv technology. Anyway, I dreamed of petebest last night too, it was a letterboxed criterion ready for hdtv edition dream. SFW thank g-d. When you dream, is there a little logo in the bottom right hand corner?
• I have a bubble with someone semaphoring all the dialog.
• No logo, but there is a small mouse arrow that floats around my dreams. Click here! No!! Yes! In my dream, Pete's home was an Asian bakery... and in fact, they were selling custard breads. However, they appeared to be moldy. Mmmm.... custard...
• it was a letterboxed criterion ready for hdtv edition dream. SFW thank g-d. Oh aye, I was quite goot in that. *combs moustache*
• Nice shoes, too.
• I have dreams about another monkey all the time.
• To my great surprise, all of my dreams contain closed captioning sponsored in part by a grant from the Monsanto Corporation. I find this somewhat disturbing. Seriously, I frequently share Medusa's dream theme wherein "the bathrooms are unspeakably filthy and broken-down". I don't know what this means about either of us, but I suspect it is not good. As a former broadcaster, I also frequently have "dead air" dreams, and have never met a radio DJ or other small market radio type that ran his/her own control room board and did not have these dreams. It comes with the territory. I also frequently dream that I am back at University and have registered for several courses that I forgot about and therefore failed to attend, and I am henceforth going to flunk. I will stop now before the total breadth of my insanity reveals itself.
• i mostly dream totally ordinary stuff, like making breakfast, or mending something, or breaking something, or feeding the cat. a few times a week i dream problems i'm trying to work out, usually puzzles but sometimes issues that i've been thinking about for work. occasionally i find solutions in dreams that are practical. maybe twice every three weeks (or once every 10 days) i have the full-on adventure dreams with space battles or helicopter gun-ships or soviet-era espionage or escape from colditz themes.
• See? You people have normal dreams. Nice fluffy, safe dreams. Me? No. I get to wake up with people in my room.
• I just hate it when I'm dreaming, and then I look down and I have pajama bottoms on in public. The weird thing is I never wear pajamas. MonkeyFilter: I will stop now before the total breadth of my insanity reveals itself.
• some nights I dream in comic strips and some nights I dream in stained glass or oil paint but mostly objects and people look much like waking life unless I start meditating in the dream where we all turn transparent and the light goes on and on
• I very often have the dream where you;re trying and trying to do something (for mr it's usually taking an insulin injection) but things keep getting in the way. Also chase sequences. And there's very rarely any sound. If any words are needed, they'll appear as text somehow.
• I also frequently dream that I am back at University and have registered for several courses that I forgot about and therefore failed to attend, and I am henceforth going to flunk. Argh, yes, same here! I know a few friends likewise. I wouldn't be surprised if there's not some name for it....
• I frequently have that dream, too. And it generally upsets me in my dream everytime I have it.
• A fellow monkey told me just the other day that he dreamed he was me. It was fascinating. He felt more flexible, and had more colour perception apparently......
• Somn-exam-bulation?
• I sometimes dream in third person, but that's not me. A lot of the people in my dreams are representations of people I know but look nothing like these people do. Sometimes the people do look like people I know, but they have different names. Dream agnosia or something. Aphasia kicks in sometimes, too. And that slow-foot that Chy said. Once I dreamt that Jimi Hendrix and I were drifters trying to get some bread the asian bakery across from smt's house. Man, we were so high!
• I had a dream that my wife and I went to Australia to visit Chy. We went to his farm, which predictably had a yard full of chickens, and were quietly checking the place out when we realized he'd been sleeping and we'd woken him up. He was fairly groggy and looked to be at least a little stoned. It was clear he would have preferred to stay asleep, but he was quite pleasant and insisted that we hang out for a while. The only truly remarkable thing about the dream (other than how nice everything was, the perfect weekend vacation), was that his wife kept walking around without pants.
• *considers MCT-as-Chys-wife-without-pants, stops short, clubs self in face* Stupid Jung, s'posed to be so good for ya.
• Good God! We're this far into a dream thread and not one post about dream sex? No one's going to bring it up? Well, then I guess I'll have to. How about that dream sex, eh?
• What is this dream sex of which you speak?
• No, Ralph, seriously, I'm trying to get a discussion going here. You, Quid, and the Capt. go over there and eat Cheetos.
• Dream sex is always good for me GramMa. How about you? I had sex with aliens once (perhaps that was not a dream?).
• I always wake up just before the dream sex gets good.
• I always wake up just before the dream sex gets good. Bummer. I really don't have "dream sex" per se. Instead, my body just luxuriates in orgasm repeatedly while I am doing normal dream things like flying or swimming. My wet dreams rock.
• Too much detail!
• I had a wet dream once in basic training, but that was just because I had not gotten around to the daily penis attention I normally attend to. Speaking of which..........
• Too much detail! Hey, blame yer GramMa!
• Or else go over there and eat some cheetos.
• *checks on thread* *calls pete over* In the past, if I went too long without any, I had dreams of finding these huge caches of porgnomes. Lately, I just have intense wild sex dreams regardless of what's happening in the real world. Monkeyfilter: my body luxuriates in orgasm repeatedly
• Jung had it right--your animas or anima is the *best* lover--no dissin' on Mr. Horse, but wheeeee! Nothin's more amazing than waking up relaxed and happy with no wet sheets!
• Please stop talking about Jung or I may go into an archetypal rage.
• You Jungsters and your wacky theories these days.
• Well, I had a dream a while back, and quidnunc was in it, but sadly there was no sex. I was driving a van down Valencia Street in San Francisco (I remember seeing the big orange 76 ball somewhere around 18th), and he was in the back seat. He was going to tell me where to turn. That's it. Sorry. I've also had those same broken-down, filthy, backed-up public restroom dreams. Usually there are no doors, and I'm trying to figure out how to use one without falling into the filth, and there are LOTS of people around. WTF? I've had the dead-air dreams as well, but they stopped when I stopped doing radio. In my most boring dreams, I am actually reading a book. When I wake up, though, I can't remember what I've read.
• The Case of the "Dead Air" Funny, never heard of this before. My brother was a "jockey" for a country music station in South Dakota for several years. The station was located in the middle of NOWHERE. He did the overnight shift five days a week. One night he got sick and asked a friend to cover for him (the friend was a part-time jockey at the station). I'll never forget the sound when we tuned into 1560 on the AM dial around 3:00 am (the entire family was awaken by a phone call from a concerned regular listener) - there was a loud collage of sound: multiple commercials, songs, test signals... I rode along with my brother to rush to the station. We found his friend asleep and snoring loudly in the brodcast booth booth, headphones on and tape reels-a-spinning. He was quite startled when he awoke. Needless to say, he never did that stint again.
• Filthy Stalls Hello. I have this dream that I'll be needing to go to the bathroom, so I'm looking for a toilet. I'll go into a bathroom with a lot of stalls and every one I go into is dirty with poop, puke or it is overflowing. This dream is very gross and I hate having it. I just recently had this dream and remembered I've had it before a couple of times. Is there any interpretation in this dream. If so thanks for helping!! Thanks, Jennifer F. February 23, 2001 I have a setting that continues to reoccur in my dreams. The dream itself changes, but the setting is always a large, public restroom. When I go into one of the stalls, I notice that the toilet is very dirty, so I keep trying to find a stall with a clean toilet, but I never do. I have to end up using a toilet that is dirty. Also, the restroom is very large-- 30+ stalls, and very busy. The doors on the stalls are short and do not lock or close well. Thanks, Brady C. September 25, 2001 Both Jennifer's and Brady's dreams of needing to go to the bathroom, suggests that they need to let go of some relationship that has ran its course. The notion that they dream of bathroom stalls, which are often found in public, further indicate that they are concerned about how others might feel and how others will perceive and judge them. They are feeling ashamed and fear that the situation might get messy should they make their feelings known. They don't want to cause trouble and as a result keep things inside. Their emotions have been pent up for too long and hence the dreams recur until they are released or acknowledged. Yer welcome, ya ingrates.
• My brother was a "jockey" for a country music station in South Dakota for several years. Yeah, I served a couple of years as a morning rush-hour "on-air personality" at an AM country station. It was a cultural nightmare. Never had a dead-air dream, though. Lately, I've been having a lot of workmares.
• *cues the rodeo clown song for nunia*
• Yeeeeeeeeeeeehaw!
• *straps on naugahyde chaps*
• When I think of all the naugas that died so that you can have those chaps, I get all warm and fuzzy inside.
• Killing naugas makes Sumatran babies cry.
• I am fascinated by the ubiquity of the dirty bathroom dream. mine is always a very large, busy public WC with short or no doors on stalls. often the seats are missing and things are just...disgusting... RTD, I also have the university dream. I loose my syllabus and/or forget about particular classes, or I suddenly realize that I have not attended a certain class or done any reading for it. great anxiety ensues. what is really interesting is my husband also regularly has a very similar version of this also.... /mildly miffed at finding my dreams are not nearly as bizarre or unusual as I thought...
• OK, since the sex dream topic petered out.... Ahem! Anyway, how about the power dreams? Anyone here ever have power dreams? I dream I'm riding a huge, invincible stallion... No, wait, seriously this IS the power dream.
• Are you wearing your pink fairy outfit in the dream GramMa?
• OK, I have the filthy bathroom stall dreams, but it's never, ever a mystery what they mean. I'll dream that I go into a bathroom, and every stall is disgusting, doesn't work, doesn't have a door, is backed up, or something like. No matter what, I can't find one to use. Then I wake up, and I really really have to, well, you know, go. No unresolved issues or worrying about others' perceptions. Just drank too much soda.
• I think the links (above) to amateur dream analysis are obvious bullshit, but I am very intrigued that so many of us have the same dream themes, i.e the disgusting bathroom or the forgotten university course. They must mean SOMETHING. My disgusting bathroom dream is usually in a public place where some unspeakable cretins have fouled the porcelain in unimaginable ways, but also sometimes occurs in homes where I am a guest, and, rather than have a normal toilet, they have one that is overcome with problems, the likes of which I'd rather not think about. Dead air is just a daytime worry turned into a dream, pretty obvious. But Koko, you and I should discuss. The forgetful college student who misses important classes thing is, I suppose, just a former phobia being recalled. But since it is so common, I wonder. I also occasionally have a dream where I am naked, no one seems to really mind too terribly, but I get the impression that they would be more comfortable if I found my pants. I usualy have a little trouble finding those pants, but I eventually do, and feel better when I do. My best sex dream ever was short and very sweet. I was descending in a parachute at a very, very slow rate of speed. The wind put me right next to a tall condo building. I descended right next to a balcony of party-goers. The women at the party saw my predicament: just off their balcony, hands tied up in the straps of the parachute, incredibly slow descent, unable to fend anyone off...so they do what naughty, drinking, party women will do. Thank you, ladies.
• Youch! Last dream I remember is when I was running a kitchen and my boss was on vacation in Rome. Due to finals I would have to come in late. This left the two inept bumblers I worked with to fend for themselves for 1 hour, the slowest hour of the day. The night before, I had a nightmare that I would walk in the back dock and there were tickets all over the place on the dock, in the kitchen, in the cooler, etc. etc. Needless to say it was far from the truth but the morons were still completely screwed up, when I got into work. That was a few years ago, I havn't dreamt anything since. Of course I try to punctuate my weeks with heavy alcohol consumption, so this may supress the horrors that lurk in my brain. I never dreamt of bathrooms.I am assuming this is because you all have a poop fetish and no rational argument will debunk that.
• I have never had a sex dream. *Head hanging, hands in Monkey badge*
• Last night in my dream, I found myself in a high altitude desert at night, admiring the stars. There was an animal that could have been a goat or a deer (or a bit of both) and which had been wounded. It wasn't bleeding, but it had a huge gash in its haunch. I had to catch it in order to get it help, but it didn't want to be caught and kept trying to run away or turn and headbutt me. Fortunately beeswacky showed up to help, and after chasing it around for a bit we managed to get a hold on it and it calmed down. Then the environment changed and I don't remember the rest of it.
• Nice one, homunculus! It is fitting that bees was the one that arrived in your dream to help calm the animal. And dare I say, it's nice to see your comment sans link?
• Ooh, a favorite thread. Please, let's reanimate this one. Alas, I have no new dream things to rant about, but am fascinated when similar themes occur to wholly unrelated people.
• and also a good example of why the link title should be properly descriptive, a la recent commentary in the blog.
• I remember dreams I had as a small child, but few after the age of 5 until the last 10 years or so. The latest ones fall into a couple of categories. One in which places/houses are the main characters and I and other people in my life are exploring them. The others are about people I lost years ago. The place dreams are kind of fun. The others are comforting, but it surprises awake me that it takes me about 10 years to be able to see them again. On the other hand, I dreamed night before last that I decided to dye my hair black and drank 2 bottles of black dye to accomplish that. Then, a small shred of sanity said "I don't think that's the way this is supposed to be done." I spent the rest of the dream waiting to find out if I was going to die from having swallowed all the dye. (And, I note to myself, I completely reversed the spelling of die and dye when I first typed that last sentence.) Hmmm.
• Whoa, Path, I'm thinking that's an awfully revealing dream. I did a bit of my own dream analysis at one point, and wound up being able to interpret relatives/friends dreams correctly to an uncomfortable degree for us both. Fascinatin' stuff. I promise not to reveal anything to anybody--how's that. *ponders idea of setting up website for funn-y-proffit
• Ya gotta chase yer dreams, baby. Or, y'know, those of others.
• Now we need a "Curious Bluehorse: interpret my dream!" post.
• and also a good example of why the link title should be properly descriptive I always wondered (prior to my posting this thread), "why would anyone title their thread Link from ....?" After clicking the post button, I soon realized that if you fail to insert a title, it defaults to that nice generic title. *sigh* Hmm, perhaps I would have called it "Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey Dream of you!"
• BlueHorse: that one is so obvious that interpretation may not be needed. I did find it funny that my mind was doing puns, though, and that it continued to do so a day later when I was awake. Cheeky, but funny. I'll get even though. I'm going to call it my undermin(e)d from now on.
• Hey MonkeyBashi, how about changing the title to "Monkey See, Monkey Do, Monkey Dream of you!"
• D'you mean like this?
• Wow, that's magic!
• Coincidentally, I needed to find this thread this morning, having had a Monkey dream last night. Or former Monkey, rather. Details are a bit hazy now (I should have written this down), but I had a date lined up with a girl I met over the internets. Not from a popular site, but a way out of the way one. Turns out that the girl was banned from the main sites because she was stalking FES on them. He had managed to get her banninated or something, repeatedly. And she had come across my profile because she had figured me to be a Fes-substitute. Oddly enough, even in the dream, I knew it was strange that Fes should be on dating sites in the first place, given as how there's a Lady Fes. And the girl turned out to be pretty fugly, so before the date, I turned my revulsion into principles, and said that I couldn't go out with her due to what she had put Fes through. Fes never appeared in the dream. But he never appears now, so that may only be fitting.
• *bows to the monkeybashi* Thanks for suggesting, roryk! Yeah, this is what I'm talking about! Well done Capt! Alas, the hard ups have entered dreamland...
• > Thanks for suggesting, roryk! That was homunculus; I just goggled at the infinite powers of the tracicle.
• Crap. You are correct (guess I got caught up in the powers at-large myself). Please accept my thanks, homunculus!
• H-dogg needs no thanks. He links for the good of all Intertubizens. I however, being less self-secure, will accept on his behalf. *pope wave*
• D'you mean like this? posted by tracicle at 08:43AM UTC on January 10, 2007 Sweet! pete? Is that you?
• H-dogg is omnipresent. He sees all. *makes the sacred sign and spits twice*
• pope wave
• I dreamed of koko the other week. Disappointingly, it wasn't a frisky dream, but she was about 10 feet tall. That was about it really.
• 
• AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaargh!!!
• This enormous woman will destroy us all!! *leaps overboard*
• 
• You all know that I lucid dream, right? I think that I may have some fun tonight... *awes at the massive koko*
• And she had come across my profile because she had figured me to be a Fes-substitute. Yah, you WISH! I had a dream that this thread went on, and on, and on....
• I didn't say that the dream made sense...
• You all know that I lucid dream, right? I think that I may have some fun tonight... Make me young, make me young, make me young!
• Dreaming is the only thing smt does lucidly. When he's awake, he's trippin' yo.
• Last night I had a dream of Chy. He was a news broadcaster on something akin to CNN. Apparently he had moved to the US for this particular job. I recall seeing him on the screen (in my dream, I was at my office watching this particular broadcast), and thinking how different he looked compared to the usual string of makeup'd puppets. Tears were running down his face, clumps of long hair clung to his cheeks... He was pounding his fist on the news anchor's desk with great force as he kept repeating, "Bob is dead!" *trips over nunia's big foot*
• I had the same dream!
• "Bob is dead!" That's news to me (but explains a lot).
• Hey SMT: how did you know that one of my feets is big?
• nunia: Why, it's my keen sense of smell. Two regular, same-sized feet = rather bland; one big foot + one averge foot = an olfactory delight!
• Ah, yes. Bipedal birefringence.
• Does a bicycle have bipedals? What does a tricycle, or unicycle have?
• *scratches elbow and wonders why I tend to find myself lost in the tail ends of threads alongside RTD and nunia* Ah yes, that's why! Goodnight, my fellow bipeds...
• Gosh, it's been almost 2 years since I've had a MoFi-themed dream... last night was an interesting one: It started off in a dark pub - location unknown. The center of attention was our Dear tracicle #1, #2, and a small baby that #1 was holding. It looked like it was a meetup perhaps - lots of drinks being passed, and loud talking all around. #1 was in grand spirits; she had a huge smile and tried her best to talk with everyone (she was stuck holding the baby while sitting on a stool). The dream then jumped a bit in time; it was the following day, and I was suddenly stopped by a pair of police officers as I was about to get into my car (I don't have a car in real life). It seemed that #1 was nowhere to be found, and that she had committed some horrible crime, a murder perhaps - - and the police were now investigating, and trying to ascertain her whereabouts. When they asked if I saw her recently, I lied and said "no" (even though I saw her the night before - - I felt obliged to "protect" her, and not "rat" her out). In the dream I was thinking to myself, "but #1 seemed so lovely, so caring and gentle, how could she do something like that!" Then, the officers asked me to open my trunk - to which I obliged. The trunk was filled with a lot of random junk, and they made a point to rifle through everything. I became annoyed that they wanted to dig through all of my stuff. The dream then shifted to a new location. It was a large greenhouse/nursery operation, which was understood to be #1 and #2's home. Several members of MoFi had gathered outside, everyone was so upset that #1 did something horrible. But the overall consensus was that no one would give the police any info - it was a unified front to protect #1. The police commented that a greenhouse was a perfect place for a family to make a home. Inside the main greenhouse, there was a lush tree-lined area that had a small stream running through it. MCT was lying alongside the stream, and he was very depressed about the current situation. He kept dropping stones and pebbles into the flowing water - - and somehow this dropping of stones translated itself into a FPP on the Filter - - the FPP looked something like this: O - O - O - oooo OOOO oooooo o o OO o-o-o the o's representing the stones that MCT had dropped into the stream inside #1's nursery - go figure, but hey, that was my dream... Everyone thought this was TEH POST TO END ALL POSTS! Everyone started calling up other members to alert them of the awesome post, that's when I called Capt., "Capt, do you see MCT's post!??" "no! Damnit! I missed it all again!!" Then I mentioned to Capt how the police had searched the trunk of my car. Capt became enraged, and suddenly appeared on location - he drove up in a muscle car that looked just like the Starsky and Hutch car. Capt told me to jump in, and I did... he drove off, and we ended up getting into some bizarre chase with the cops that ended up in a parking garage. Capt was driving like a bat out of hell... And that's about all I remember. Hmmmm!!!
• I love it when dreams depict my real life.
• Yeah, let those pigs try to break through the thin banana-flavored line. You won't get nothin' outta me, coppers!
• Dream of Jeannie's monkey.