Strange dreams

[wolram]

Totaly un connected from your every day life, i had the most strange one ever last night, and i can not imagine where my mind draged it up from.
Do you ever have odd dreams?

[Cyrus]

Is it normal not to have many dreams? I hardly EVER have dreams. Only once in a blue moon. The only dream I can remember being odd is being a kid and finding a big train set in a box. Another time I had a ferrari, and I drove to my friends house and we went driving around in it. But thats it as far as I can remember.

[Lisa!]

In the past yes! :cool:

[Jelfish]

YES. The other night I dreamt I was driving down a street at night. I made a right turn and everything got really dark (no more street lamps) and for some reason, I didn't have my headlights on. So I reach over to turn them on and they don't work and I start to panic because I can't see anything. Then I hear this really weird alien-movie sound and all of a sudden, I lose control of my body and just topple over onto the steering wheel. Then I pass out and later wake up (inside my dream) in a bedroom at night. I hear the sound of a snowy television channel, but the tv across the room isn't on. I notice a faintly flickering glow from a standing lamp with a shade, as though there were a tv monitor inside it. I get up to shut off the lamp and it roars at me. And then I woke up.

[Moonbear]

It's possible to not dream, but more commonly, you just don't remember the dreams when you wake up.

As for weird dreams, yeah, usually when I can remember my dreams, they turn out to be pretty weird.

[TheStatutoryApe]

Like Moonie it's usually only the weird dreams that I remember.

I had one once where I was a detective on another planet investigating a mass murder.

I had one where I was a POW in a futuristic war where they used some sort of transporter to remove healthy organs from POWs and put them into their wounded soldiers.

There was one where there was this rabbi running away from crusaders in a very weird sort of scene that was a cross between Mel Brooks and Monty Python.

I was in an old school theatre troupe and had the lead actress hitting on me.

ect ect...

[Math Is Hard]

Sometimes I dream and sometimes I do my "astral wandering". *yawn* Think I'll go do some of that now. Do not be frightened if you see me, Woolie. :smile:

[Ivan Seeking]

I once dreamt that I could time-travel by drinking anti-freeze. When I woke up I could actually taste it.

I spent years getting attacked by a big wicker chair at night.

Dreams have allowed me to solve problems that had alluded me thus far. I have dreamt real solutions for a number of issues including motorcycle engine assembly, brain storming concepts, circuit design, math, chemistry, physics, and for personal problems as well.

[Lisa!]

Recently I dream of PFand PF'ers. I think that's because I spend so much time here!

[Greg Bernhardt]

I have alot of weird dreams involving spiders and elevators. Any ideas?

[rachmaninoff]

I have alot of weird dreams involving spiders and elevators. Any ideas?

Repressed fears of spiders and close spaces...

[Cyrus]

Maybe I dont dream because I average 6-6.5 hours of sleep a day. (about 3.5 hours of sleep after this post until I gota wake up)

[zoobyshoe]

Sometimes I dream and sometimes I do my "astral wandering". *yawn* Think I'll go do some of that now. Do not be frightened if you see me, Woolie. :smile:
Couple years ago I had a weird dream where I was wandering around kind of staggering and disoriented. It occured to me I might be dreaming, so I staggered over to these people sitting at an outdoor cafe set up in the middle of a road underneath a bridge, and asked, kind of urgently and drunken sounding: "Is this a dream?"

It was, like, a sixty year old couple, kind of upper middle class/well to do, just sitting there trying to enjoy their coffee, and the way the woman looked at me, it was clear I was a really unwelcome and peculiar interruption. She eyed me with caution and a bit of fear, shook her head, and said "Noooo..." (Meaning: No, it wasn't a dream), so I turned and staggered away, and the scene dissolved to some other.

Course, I woke up seriously wondering if some couple at an outdoor restaurant somewhere hadn't been approached by some drunk appearing zoobie asking stupid quetions.

[zoobyshoe]

I have alot of weird dreams involving spiders and elevators. Any ideas?
Depends specifically on how you feel about them in the dream and how you feel about them in waking life.

[Lisa!]

Spiders! (http://physicsforums.com/showthread.php?t=64834)
Elevator: promotion.
:redface:

[Ivan Seeking]

I have alot of weird dreams involving spiders and elevators. Any ideas?

Spiders = the web

elevators = PF. All alone at the top. :cry:

:uhh:

[Greg Bernhardt]

Depends specifically on how you feel about them in the dream and how you feel about them in waking life.

The spiders are always petrifying, they are ugly and narly things that are around me and usually I find myself unwillingly pulled near them or I find myself under them.

The elevators are always in a tall building I'm going up, sometimes I switch elevators and somehow at the end I find myself at a mass transit area like a highway, subway or airport.

When I wake up they have a powerful, existential and nostalgic feeling to them and I think about them the whole day. Also the dreams usually have a person I know in them like a friend, family member or ex gf. Maybe I need a shrink!

[zoobyshoe]

The spiders are always petrifying, they are ugly and narly things that are around me and usually I find myself unwillingly pulled near them or I find myself under them.
What's your reactions to real spiders in real life? In the dreams are they associated with a specific place, or kind of place?
The elevators are always in a tall building I'm going up, sometimes I switch elevators and somehow at the end I find myself at a mass transit area like a highway, subway or airport.
How do you feel about the elevators? Is it some kind of fear, like with the spiders, like it's going to drop? Or is it something else. What are your emotions in the mass transit place? How do you feel when you're in a place like that in real life?
When I wake up they have a powerful, existential and nostalgic feeling to them and I think about them the whole day. Also the dreams usually have a person I know in them like a friend, family member or ex gf. Maybe I need a shrink!
Nope. I've never met anyone who didn't have the same strong, lingering kind of reaction to dreams now and then.

[Greg Bernhardt]

What's your reactions to real spiders in real life? In the dreams are they associated with a specific place, or kind of place?


I usually am interested in insects and spiders, however I don't necessarily like them or like having them near me. The places are always indoors in like a room or basement.


How do you feel about the elevators? Is it some kind of fear, like with the spiders, like it's going to drop? Or is it something else. What are your emotions in the mass transit place? How do you feel when you're in a place like that in real life?


Elevators are fine with me, no problem, I live on the 11th floor of an apt. In the dream I'm not scared either. Also no problem with mass transit, I live downtown in a large city.

They must be some complex metaphorical symbols.

[Lisa!]

Also the dreams usually have a person I know in them like a friend, family member or ex gf. Maybe I need a shrink!
Are they with you from the bigining to the end?

P.S. Not surprising if you have these starnge dreams every night since you think of them the whole day!

[wolram]

Sometimes I dream and sometimes I do my "astral wandering". *yawn* Think I'll go do some of that now. Do not be frightened if you see me, Woolie. :smile:

It was probably you in my dream last night, but no, you would not wear thoses clothes, would you ????

[Mk]

No, moonbear is smart enough not to wear skimpy biohazard/radiation suits.

[wolram]

I am glad other people get strange dreams, even Greg!!!

[Math Is Hard]

It was, like, a sixty year old couple, kind of upper middle class/well to do, just sitting there trying to enjoy their coffee, and the way the woman looked at me, it was clear I was a really unwelcome and peculiar interruption. She eyed me with caution and a bit of fear, shook her head, and said "Noooo..." (Meaning: No, it wasn't a dream), so I turned and staggered away, and the scene dissolved to some other.

Course, I woke up seriously wondering if some couple at an outdoor restaurant somewhere hadn't been approached by some drunk appearing zoobie asking stupid quetions.

How did she say, "Noooo..."? What was the tone of her voice? Was it fearful? That is a very peculiar dream.

No, moonbear is smart enough not to wear skimpy biohazard/radiation suits.
MIH<>Moonbear
We are similar but not interchangeable.:wink:

It was probably you in my dream last night, but no, you would not wear thoses clothes, would you ????
That was me in the sheep suit with the lacy garter belt. :tongue2:

[arildno]

The strangest, and scariest dream I've had was a recurring nightmare I had when I was about 11-12:

The garden outside my parents' house had turned into a mud plain, and of course, I sank down in it.
On my way down, disembodied faces of people in pain or just with blank stares floated past me.
After some time, I reached the bottom, and found myself in a dark corridor, sparsely lit by torches along the wall. Dead, lonely faces floated past me here as well.
With a sense of inevitability, I glided or walked along the corridor until I reached a door on my left-hand side where there was a plaque saying "Office".
I knew I had to go in.
The door opened into a large room, dominated by a mahogany desk (on the left side of the room, upon which a large brass-bound book lay, and behind the desk was some plush chair.
As I entered the room, the chair swivelled around, and I faced its occupant:
A grinning skeleton wearing a top hat on his skull.

Then I woke up sweaty and scared..

[hypnagogue]

Mind Hacks recently posted an interesting Sylvia Plath excerpt about dreams:

http://www.mindhacks.com/blog/2006/02/johnny_panic_and_the.html

[zoobyshoe]

I usually am interested in insects and spiders, however I don't necessarily like them or like having them near me. The places are always indoors in like a room or basement.
If they don't bother you that much in real life, then one train of analysis to follow is to see if there's a common link to the places where they appear in the dreams. Could these places be somewhere where, in real life, you ever found yourself unwillingly pulled closer to, or underneath, something petrifying, ugly, gnarley.

Here's the sort of thing I mean: a woman goes to a therapist complaining of dreams of being in her aunt's house where the walls are studded with razors and knives which she must avoid or get cut. Thet therapist asks her about her relationship to that aunt, and finds out the aunt is always criticizing and insulting her, making "cutting" remarks. So the therapist says "the razors and knives in the walls obviously symbolize your aunt's 'cutting' remarks that you have to avoid letting get to you whenever you have to stay with her."
Elevators are fine with me, no problem, I live on the 11th floor of an apt. In the dream I'm not scared either. Also no problem with mass transit, I live downtown in a large city.
It's funny because I have a similar dream about riding up in the elevators of a kind of super-skyscraper. At the top is an amazing sort of outdoor mall with shops and reastaurants that is so large I never end up completely exploring it in the dream. In the elevator part, there is some procedure for riding up only so far then getting out and switching to another elevator to get all the way to the top.
It always ends up being a kind of powerful, overwhelming dream that stays with me a long time after I wake up.

I've never really tried to analyze it, but what I'd do if I wanted to is go through the dream and write down every place and incident in real life the dream reminded me of, however loosly. It would turn out there is something that all the entrys on this list have in common, a common mood maybe.

If you don't dream of a specific elevator it means it's a mixture of two or more elevators and buildings, in each of which, in real life, you had a similar emotional experience. Our brains store these together and they come out together in dreams kind of smeared into each other.

I once had a dream in which there was a woman who kept shifting physically into different women, and some times seemed to be a mixture of three different women at once. I wrote down a list of every woman in real life she reminded me of, and pondered it for a while utill I figured out what they all had in common. This was perplexing because they were all very different kinds of people, and different ages. But eventually I figured it out: they were all women to whom I had said something flattering at one point or another in order to seem like a nice person. The dream was "about" behaving insincerely for effect, and all the instances I'd done this had been stored together in my brain, and all came out together in the dream kind of merged into each other as one thing.

[zoobyshoe]

How did she say, "Noooo..."? What was the tone of her voice? Was it fearful? That is a very peculiar dream.
Her tone of voice clearly showed she was disturbed, wanted me to go away, but also wanted to give me an honest, straightforward answer, as if she couldn't figure out if I were crazy, on drugs, or maybe had a more "valid" reason for being disoriented, like some kind of illness. There was a quizzical spin to it, as if her next question might be "Are you feeling alright? Should I call an ambulance?"

It was very peculiar, and part of a set of dreams I've collected over the years in which I wonder if I am dreaming and somehow end up determining in the dream that I am fully awake, not dreaming.

[wolram]

My dream, there is a large well furnished house, with mother farther
daughter, the house shows signs of neglect, the roof leaks and the floor
boards are rotten, the daughter is wearing a long dress but seems unhappy
with it.
Jump to daughter in a theater watching two friends who appear to be some one else to all other people, some one in the ballcony throws down two diamonds.
Jump, daughter in a timber yard wearing very sexy clothing, along comes
a double decker bus towing a train of busses and cars, in the last car is the two friends, daughter tells them i know what you did.
Jump, Old bi plane towing open topped car full of soldiers, they are climbing
into the sky chased by another old plane which is shooting at them, there
are some words spoken, i remember the pilot telling the soldiers to, shut up,
The plane gets to 22000 feet the wings and tail are jetisoned and the
plane begins to fall, then accelerates upward, the pilot tell his wife, i
will just accelerate for the next two years.

[Math Is Hard]

Very bizarre!!

I think it's some kind of prophecy, Wol. Why don't you try writing it in quatrains? :biggrin:

[wolram]

Very bizarre!!

I think it's some kind of prophecy, Wol. Why don't you try writing it in quatrains? :biggrin:

Aw, now you playing with my mind, I have not been on an english train for years yet allone a french one.

[zoobyshoe]

I have no idea what it means, but it's a great dream. I enjoy the really surreal ones, and lnes like "I will just accelerate for the next two years." when spoken from a dismembered biplane.

[Evo]

That was me in the sheep suit with the lacy garter belt. :tongue2:Danger's dream woman. :biggrin:

Where *is* our funniest member?

[wolram]

I have no idea what it means, but it's a great dream. I enjoy the really surreal ones, and lnes like "I will just accelerate for the next two years." when spoken from a dismembered biplane.

Whacky or what, no ideas at all Zooby?

[Gale]

i dream A LOT. and i almost always remember them if i wake up on my own.

i had a really really really weird dream last night. we went shopping, my mum and sister and i. and i bought some red lingere, cause i'm out of bras. then we went home, and i was playing with my brother and dad i guess. and it was some weird game. and like, it was mutilating animals. and first it was a maze, and then there was pieces of dead cow i think. and then some card game and then this machine that was like a wood chipper kinda. and like, i had to put on some suit with a target, and my brother had to shoot at me, but he had to put chickens in it. so like, he's shooting this chicken pieces at me, and at first i was like woah, they're squishy and wet and gross. but then, as he kept going, apparently there was a set number of chickens he had to shoot, i realized that all this squishy stuff around me was parts of once live animals, and if i looked close enough, i could tell what parts. and i started to get really sick, and screamed for it to stop. but it was some game, and we couldn't stop. and i cried and screamed and stared at the chickens, it was so horrible. i don't really remember what happened after that.

[zoobyshoe]

Whacky or what, no ideas at all Zooby?
A nice, big collection of raw material for a stupid quetion or stupid anser is my main reaction:

"Recently, when a Polish aviator of my acquaintance and his stalwart wife were towing a 1967 Ford convertible of random special forces experts into the great blue yonder on their way to a mission in Hampstead Heath, they encountered difficulty in the form of the revenance of none other than Germany's ace fighter pilot, The Red Baron, hot on their tail, firing tracers and closing on them. This disturbed the soldiers, who, trained for stealthy, earthbound hand-to-hand, were out of their element, and began complaining, and shouting for the pilot to draw the Red Baron to the ground, land, and let them have at him on their accustomed battlefield. Shouting back over his shoulder at them to shut their pie-holes, he pulled the special orange lever, jettisoning the wings and tail, and reassured his wife: "Tighten your belt dear. I'm just going to accelerate for the next two years. He'll be out of petrol before we are."

Who knew the Polish aviator was married?

[wolram]

Zooby, :rofl:

[wolram]

Gale, i would hate to have a dream like yours, have you been eating a lot of chicken of late? or may be some thing is telling you to become a vegi.:smile:

[zoobyshoe]

Gale, i would hate to have a dream like yours, have you been eating a lot of chicken of late? or may be some thing is telling you to become a vegi.:smile:
Gale has some sharply scary dreams. I remember one about a giant lobster wrecking and terrorizing a city she had a couple years back.

[wolram]

Gale has some sharply scary dreams. I remember one about a giant lobster wrecking and terrorizing a city she had a couple years back.
Also food related, has some one gained or lost a few pounds of late?

[zoobyshoe]

Also food related, has some one gained or lost a few pounds of late?
I have, yes, but i think of this as deepening my insight into gravity. I took a clippers to my head and prolly shed a kilo before I got too tired to continue. It's kind of useless since it just keeps growing back.

[Gale]

i have the WEIRDEST dreams ever. a few nights ago i had one about this poor family. they were so poor and living in this shack because they were dumb and were always spending money, and then somehow town records got mixed up, and they moved into this mansion. they end up spending tons more money that wasn't even theirs. like, the mum use to get gourmet cakes, and only eat a wicked tiny slice (cause she was on a diet) and then throw the rest away. anyway, eventually the rich old guy who owns the place came back. he was eccentric and didn't press charges, but the family had to move back to their shack. They were all disgruntled about losing the money, but one of the older daughters was frugal and taught them how to save by buying food in bulk and stuff. and then the son was like "ya mom, and now we've saved so much money, we can afford these sweet rocket surround sound speakers!" so in the middle of their shack are these sweet speakers....

[matthyaouw]

I had a pretty odd dream the other night. For some unknown reason I was pregnant, and was about due to give birth when I realised I don't actually have the parts nessecary to do that. This means I need to have a caesarean. Along comes a man with a scalpel, and from here on things get pretty graphic. I'll spare you the details of what happened next.

[Lisa!]

I had a pretty odd dream the other night. For some unknown reason I was pregnant, and was about due to give birth when I realised I don't actually have the parts nessecary to do that. This means I need to have a caesarean. Along comes a man with a scalpel, and from here on things get pretty graphic. I'll spare you the details of what happened next.
:rofl: :rofl: Had you watched that Arnold's movie?

[matthyaouw]

:rofl: :rofl: Had you watched that Arnold's movie?

A long time ago, yeah! I'd forgotton about that. :rofl:

[*Kia*]

My dreams are often bizzare - well the one's I remember are so I presume the others are too - either that or they are so mundane and boring that they aren't worth remembering....

I can often re-introduce myself to a dream if I wish.

Astral wandering is something I find fascinating although indescribably difficult but not impossible.

My last "odd" dream that I recall was:

I was going swimming with Steve (my OH) but when we got there the entrance to the ladies changing rooms was a LONG way down a dark unlit cobbled passage way. The male changing was just inside a double door.
So Ste goes in and I make my way down this dank cold dark passageway.
Eventually it opens out into a "cavern" type area. There are stairways running along the walls and four short staircases meet upto form a platform in the middle.

I walk up onto the platform and from there I can see a doorway marked "bar" and I can see people inside. I head for this doorway but I am approached by 3 lads.

I don't know what they say but I am afraid - then 2 just aren't there anymore and the one remaining lad is very young (11-12 years).
We go to the bar but they won't serve him - then wierd things happen in the bar with people swapping seats and drinks so that he can get a drink.

Next scene we are outside wolrams cottage and the pathway is wet concrete so this lad and I write our initials in the wet concrete which then instantly sets.

Next scene Ste and I have parked my car on the bad bend opposite the lane that leads to wolrams cottage. When we get to wolrams cottage only MY initials are in the concrete......................

[CosminaPrisma]

I don't usually remember my dreams at all. I had a sort of interesting one last night. I try calling up an old friend from high school (haven't contacted her in 5 + years) and I say "Hi, this is Cosmina (a substitute for my real name for the purposes of this forum)" and she just picks up, breathes a little into the reciever, or sighs, and then hangs up. After 2times of her hanging up my feelings are really hurt. Then I'm in this park wandering toward a building that's covered but contains picnic tables, I guess the bathroom is there or something. There is this guy who gives me the creeps walking around in my general direction. He is a white guy with brown hair cut into a buzzcut wearing sunglasses. I change direction, because he is creeping me out and I walk by a basketball court and an area where there is some sort of gather going to with children and families..I walk by some charcoal grills not being used and by the basketball court where the people are and some tall trees (this is a park and its summertime) The creepy guy follows me and in the distance I hear him ask something to the effect of "What kind of gathering is this?" But it was worded differently & I can't remember exactly....his voice was kind of strange too, like it didn't match anyone's I knew. Anyways, after he asked me that, as I was really scared I started to run...that was the end of the dream..but I ended up in some kind of mid-wake dream state where I kept on thinking that I'd ACTUALLY called the friend and she'd ACTUALLY hung up on me...and kept on wondering why...until I woke up and realized that I hadn't actually called her ever.

[wolram]

My dreams are often bizzare - well the one's I remember are so I presume the others are too - either that or they are so mundane and boring that they aren't worth remembering....

I can often re-introduce myself to a dream if I wish.

Astral wandering is something I find fascinating although indescribably difficult but not impossible.

My last "odd" dream that I recall was:

I was going swimming with Steve (my OH) but when we got there the entrance to the ladies changing rooms was a LONG way down a dark unlit cobbled passage way. The male changing was just inside a double door.
So Ste goes in and I make my way down this dank cold dark passageway.
Eventually it opens out into a "cavern" type area. There are stairways running along the walls and four short staircases meet upto form a platform in the middle.

I walk up onto the platform and from there I can see a doorway marked "bar" and I can see people inside. I head for this doorway but I am approached by 3 lads.

I don't know what they say but I am afraid - then 2 just aren't there anymore and the one remaining lad is very young (11-12 years).
We go to the bar but they won't serve him - then wierd things happen in the bar with people swapping seats and drinks so that he can get a drink.

Next scene we are outside wolrams cottage and the pathway is wet concrete so this lad and I write our initials in the wet concrete which then instantly sets.

Next scene Ste and I have parked my car on the bad bend opposite the lane that leads to wolrams cottage. When we get to wolrams cottage only MY initials are in the concrete......................

You wrote your initials in *MY* wet concrete, just you wait.:smile:

[Orefa]

Over breakfast my wife said that she dreamed I gave her a pearl necklace for Valentine Day. "I wonder what it means!" she wondered out loud. Well, I'm not so dense as to miss such an obvious suggestion so I smiled and said "You will find out tonight." I am now back from the bookstore with a nicely wrapped book titled "The Meaning of Dreams". Ha! And they say men cannot take hints.

:smile:

[wolram]

Over breakfast my wife said that she dreamed I gave her a pearl necklace for Valentine Day. "I wonder what it means!" she wondered out loud. Well, I'm not so dense as to miss such an obvious suggestion so I smiled and said "You will find out tonight." I am now back from the bookstore with a nicely wrapped book titled "The Meaning of Dreams". Ha! And they say men cannot take hints.

:smile:
:rofl: :rofl: Guess where you will be spending the night.

[zoobyshoe]

My last "odd" dream that I recall was:...
This dream strikes me as all sex issues: male/female, secret, hidden things, what's permitted or not, that sort of stuff.
I had a sort of interesting one last night.
I get a "Jungian" feeling about this dream, meaning it's one of those kinds of dreams where the characters in the dream represent aspects of the dreamer. The lonely, creepy guy may represent how you felt after your girlfriend on the phone treated you as a kind of non-person three times in a row. You're out wandering around trying to get away from that feeling, but it keeps following you around. His interest in the picnic gathering is really your interest, but you want to reject that kind of lonely "outside-looking-in" on other people's social interactions, so you run away from it. The dream began and ended with your upset over her rejection on the phone, so I think the whole thing stayed on that subject.

I think in real life, you probably wanted to approach that woman at some point when you felt unpleasantly lonely, but "ran away" from the impulse.

But I'm just throwing out my impressions here. Could be way off the mark.

[*Kia*]

This dream strikes me as all sex issues: male/female, secret, hidden things, what's permitted or not, that sort of stuff.

hard to see that.
especially not in my present life stage - no secrets, no hidden things and no issues about what is permitted

[zoobyshoe]

i have the WEIRDEST dreams ever. a few nights ago i had one about this poor family. they were so poor and living in this shack because they were dumb and were always spending money, and then somehow town records got mixed up, and they moved into this mansion. they end up spending tons more money that wasn't even theirs. like, the mum use to get gourmet cakes, and only eat a wicked tiny slice (cause she was on a diet) and then throw the rest away. anyway, eventually the rich old guy who owns the place came back. he was eccentric and didn't press charges, but the family had to move back to their shack. They were all disgruntled about losing the money, but one of the older daughters was frugal and taught them how to save by buying food in bulk and stuff. and then the son was like "ya mom, and now we've saved so much money, we can afford these sweet rocket surround sound speakers!" so in the middle of their shack are these sweet speakers....
Did the poor family not have a dad?

[zoobyshoe]

hard to see that.
especially not in my present life stage - no secrets, no hidden things and no issues about what is permitted
Then my description is simply a rohrschach test for me: themes that would apply if I had that dream, or what those images make me think of.

[scott_alexsk]

I believe that most dreams are just strange embodiments of something that one is thinking about. I remmeber one time when I went to bed thinking about fighter jets, that night I dreamed I was in the airforce, though it was strange and messed up. I remmber one really strange time I dreamed I was falling down an endless pit. The walls looked like the inside of a colossum except it was completely straight and went on forever. I only woke up from it when I hit the ground, on the floor of my bedroom.
-Scott

[zoobyshoe]

I only woke up from it when I hit the ground, on the floor of my bedroom.
You fell out of bed?

[hypnagogue]

Shortly after I had achieved deep self-hypnosis for the first couple of times, I had a vivid dream set around my childhood home (apartment building by the water). There was a submarine sitting by the shore and I entered it as it started to submerge. I recall pretty vividly the kinesthetic sense of descending and being jerked around in the submarine. Then I had a kind of disembodied third person view of the sub moving through the vast and dark waters with a pair of searchlights cutting through-- it evoked a really majestic and vaguely mysterious kind of emotion, not unlike the kind you might get watching a good documentary about the ocean I suppose. Eventually the sub reached the floor of the bay-- my memory gets fuzzy here but I recall being inside the house with some other people, and I think eventually some kind of law enforcement surrounded the house and either wanted us to stay in or get out, but I can't really remember.

Anyway, aside from the vividness of the dream and some of the unusual sensations (the movement of the sub, the 'majestic' emotion), this one stands out to me because it occurred just after some experiences with deep hypnosis. I'm usually skeptical about dream interpretations, but it seems likely to me that in this one, submarining through the dark waters was some kind of automatically generated metaphor for the hypnosis experience, with the bay perhaps representing my subconscious and the submarine trip perhaps reflecting the exploratory nature of my hypnosis sessions. I could be wrong, but if I was then the dream and its relationship to the events leading up to it would constitute an unlikely set of striking coincidences.

[zoobyshoe]

Makes perfect sense and I'd tend to think you nailed it except what analogy to the hypnosis experience do the surrounding law enforcement people have?

[hypnagogue]

Makes perfect sense and I'd tend to think you nailed it except what analogy to the hypnosis experience do the surrounding law enforcement people have?
If you wanted to be speculative, you could perhaps guess that it was some kind of subconscious defense reaction (I was making autosuggestions while hypnotized)-- you're not supposed to be here, you're not supposed to change that, etc. But I'd be more inclined to say that it was just a random bit tacked on at the end that didn't really have anything to do with the hypnosis. At that point I think the dream was fairly far removed from the initial submarine/water theme. Besides, I don't think there's any reason to believe that dreams must have some unifying metaphor or whatever that applies throughout the course of the whole dream. It could be that if they represent anything meaningful at all, it's only in random bits and chunks that need not be related, much as the immediately experienced dream content tends to be jumpy and disjointed.

[zoobyshoe]

Were the law enforcement types wanting to arrest you or protect you?

[hypnagogue]

I don't remember that part of the dream very well, but I'm pretty sure their presence was not a positive one. I think they either wanted me and the other people to stay in or get out (whatever it was, it was against our wishes, or at least not something we appreciated being ordered to do), but it's fuzzy.

[Mk]

Shortly after I had achieved deep self-hypnosis for the first couple of times, I had a vivid dream set around my childhood home (apartment building by the water). There was a submarine sitting by the shore and I entered it as it started to submerge. I recall pretty vividly the kinesthetic sense of descending and being jerked around in the submarine. Then I had a kind of disembodied third person view of the sub moving through the vast and dark waters with a pair of searchlights cutting through-- it evoked a really majestic and vaguely mysterious kind of emotion, not unlike the kind you might get watching a good documentary about the ocean I suppose. Eventually the sub reached the floor of the bay-- my memory gets fuzzy here but I recall being inside the house with some other people, and I think eventually some kind of law enforcement surrounded the house and either wanted us to stay in or get out, but I can't really remember.
How do you get out of the self-hypnosis than? I guess you believe in hypnosis.

[hypnagogue]

How do you get out of the self-hypnosis than?
Just count up to 10, while telling myself that as I get closer to 10 I am becoming closer to normal waking consciousness. If I really wanted or needed to, I could just open my eyes and move around without doing that, though I might remain in somewhat of a hypnotic state for a while.

I guess you believe in hypnosis.
This is like me talking about my dream and someone saying "I guess you believe in dreaming." I have experienced various definite and distinct changes while under hypnosis, so I know there is something to it.

But if you don't believe me, perhaps you might believe papers published in peer reviewed scientific journals?

Functional MRI data revealed that under posthypnotic suggestion, both ACC and visual areas presented reduced activity in highly hypnotizable persons compared with either no-suggestion or less-hypnotizable controls. Scalp electrode recordings in highly hypnotizable subjects also showed reductions in posterior activation under suggestion, indicating visual system alterations. Our findings illuminate how suggestion affects cognitive control by modulating activity in specific brain areas, including early visual modules, and provide a more scientific account relating the neural effects of suggestion to placebo.
http://www.pubmedcentral.gov/articlerender.fcgi?artid=1174993

To address these questions, 14 suggestion-prone healthy subjects rated reality of pain that was induced either by laser pulses to the skin or by hypnotic suggestion during functional MRI. Both pain states were associated with activation of the brain's pain circuitry. During laser stimulation, the sensory parts of this circuitry were activated more strongly, and their activation strengths correlated positively with the SRP. During suggestion-induced pain, the reality estimates were lower and correlated positively with activation strengths in the rostral and perigenual anterior cingulate cortex and in the pericingulate regions of the medial prefrontal cortex; a similar trend was evident during laser-induced pain.
http://www.pubmedcentral.nih.gov/articlerender.fcgi?artid=548310

[wolram]

my memory gets fuzzy here but I recall being inside the house with some other people, and I think eventually some kind of law enforcement surrounded the house and either wanted us to stay in or get out,

Sounds a bit iffy to me, are you planning a heist :smile:

[zoobyshoe]

Besides, I don't think there's any reason to believe that dreams must have some unifying metaphor or whatever that applies throughout the course of the whole dream.
I don't think "underlying metaphor" either, but I do think they're coherent according to a dynamic we don't employ while awake, things like the mean aunt's "cutting remarks" can become a wall studded with sharp things in a dream. A word to picture translation.

Also, as I was saying to Greg, I think similar things that happen at different times and places get pidgeon-holed together and come out all together in dreams.

The overall course of a dream is probably also coherent in that it sticks to a train of emotions we often experience. I think people have emotional "routines" that they tend to stick to. One specific emotion tends most often to lead to another specific one, and so on, in series. That can be interrupted by external events of course, but I notice the same ones getting repeated in my dreams, sometimes in daydreams and mental wanderings, too.
It could be that if they represent anything meaningful at all, it's only in random bits and chunks that need not be related, much as the immediately experienced dream content tends to be jumpy and disjointed.
I think the "random bits and chunks" though, are related, probably by emotional reaction to them. If I dream of a particular person in the same dream as a particular animal it's probably because they both evoked the same emotional reaction from me at some point: one reminds me of the other in a strong way, so that thinking of one leads to thinking of the other.

[Mk]

This is like me talking about my dream and someone saying "I guess you believe in dreaming." I have experienced various definite and distinct changes while under hypnosis, so I know there is something to it.

But if you don't believe me, perhaps you might believe papers published in peer reviewed scientific journals?
Well, sorry! I asked a question in a thread in M&B, but no body really answered. It wasn't its own thread. I'll ask.

[scott_alexsk]

Yeah Zoobyshoe I did fall out of bed. It was strange since it seemed like I was falling for five minutes in my dream.
-Scott

[Drimar]

Yeah Zoobyshoe I did fall out of bed. It was strange since it seemed like I was falling for five minutes in my dream.
-Scott
u didn't hold tight enough.

[zoobyshoe]

Yeah Zoobyshoe I did fall out of bed. It was strange since it seemed like I was falling for five minutes in my dream.
-Scott
Very interesting and intriguing. I haven't ever fallen out of bed but have heard of it happening to people. Yes, I agree that's strange about the sensation you were falling for five minutes. Hard to explain.

[scott_alexsk]

I think the answer in the apparent lenght of my dream may lie in the human stress reaction. The human body undergoes several changes, in the stress reaction. These changes include the movement of blood away from the skin, deceasing the chances of the person bleeding to death if an injury occurs. Also the blood is flooded with fat, to allow the muscles the most energy possible to get out of the stressful situation. It seems to me but I am not sure that during this stress reaction the perception of the brain changes. People always seem to say during dramatic events that "time stood still." I have no idea whether or not this is shown to exsist or is shown to be a part of the human stress reaction, but it seems like this is coherent since the changed perspective of the human mind on time, slowing it down substancially, allows the person the most chance to act and safe himself. Now with this in mind it is possible that when I rolled off the bed, the sensation of falling triggered a stress reaction and in turn caused my persecption of time to change. I am sure this seems very far fethched to everyone else:smile: . Does anyone else know anything detailed about the human stress reaction? (proably a Biology or Brain Science Question).
-Scott

[Cyrus]

I just realized a nightmare I have from time to time. I’m sitting in school and then I somehow find out I enrolled in an English class that I totally forgot about. It’s past the drop date to not get a W, and im weeks behind from completely forgetting to go. That’s when I get that feeling when you can literally feel your heart come to a stop. It’s always an English class though.

[Math Is Hard]

I just realized a nightmare I have from time to time. I’m sitting in school and then I somehow find out I enrolled in an English class that I totally forgot about. It’s past the drop date to not get a W, and im weeks behind from completely forgetting to go. That’s when I get that feeling when you can literally feel your heart come to a stop. It’s always an English class though.
I have dreams like that, Cyrus - about forgetting to finish something I started. It usually involves an apartment I used to live in. Somehow I forgot to completely move out and I remember that a lot of my stuff is still in there. There is always a feeling of panic because I never returned and got everything out.
Did you ever have any desire to be a writer? Did you abandon it?

[Cyrus]

I never cared much for English or books, and it shows. I just don't like sitting there reading a story. Bores the hell out of me, I would rather watch the news all day.

"I failed anglish, thats unpossible!"- Ralph from the Simpsons.

Oh, and sometimes I wake up an hour before I set the alarm despite being dead tired because somehow my mind says 'oh **** I’m late for class!' I don't gradually wake up, I literally just spring up from my pillow so that I’m sitting upright in my bed wide awake instantly. Then I look at the clock and realize its 1 hour early and go back to bed.

[Math Is Hard]

Gosh! You poor thing! You are under a lot of pressure. What year are you in? In school, I mean.

[Evo]

I just realized a nightmare I have from time to time. I’m sitting in school and then I somehow find out I enrolled in an English class that I totally forgot about. It’s past the drop date to not get a W, and im weeks behind from completely forgetting to go. That’s when I get that feeling when you can literally feel your heart come to a stop. It’s always an English class though.For years after I finished school I would have nightmares where I am in class and there is going to be a test and I know nothing about it, I don't even remember enrolling in the class. :eek:

[Mk]

Bad directing if you ask me.

[Math Is Hard]

Bad directing if you ask me.
Yet, strangely, no one did.

[Ivan Seeking]

When about 17 years old I dreamt that I was standing on the beach with many other people. A car was spotted - submerged in about six feet of water - and people began to yell and call for help. Suddenly the car was being pulled out of the water with a winch. When we rushed over and opened the door, a badly decomposed body fell out right in front of me; and it was my dad! I had no idea how he could be there, or what had happened, but I couldn't accept that he was dead. I started yelling things like "no this can't be", "I won't accept this", and was certain that I could force him back to life by willing it hard enough. If I could only concentrate hard enough... Then, while staring at his bloated, ashen blue face, his eyes snapped open! I heard someone yell "death has come alive", and then he opened his mouth and roared, and became this horrible monster. Next... wide awake.

Don't ask me how or why, but as soon as I awoke, or shortly there after, I knew that this dream was about my girlfriend. I knew things weren't really working, but I wanted them to work out so badly that I was trying to force things to work. The "death has come alive part" meant that if I try to force things that aren't supposed to be, the results won't be good.

[zoobyshoe]

Bad directing if you ask me.

Yet, strangely, no one did.
These two posts are incomprehensible to me. You seem to understand what each other is saying, but in the context of the thread they both seem like complete non-sequiturs.

Is this a carryover from a conversation in another thread?

[zoobyshoe]

Don't ask me how or why, but as soon as I awoke, or shortly there after, I knew that this dream was about my girlfriend. I knew things weren't really working, but I wanted them to work out so badly that I was trying to force things to work. The "death has come alive part" meant that if I try to force things that aren't supposed to be, the results won't be good.
Sounds like you dream in poetic metaphor.

There are lots of stories about dead things coming back to life not being a good thing, and that seems to be a commonly arrived at conclusion whenever something resembling it is encountered in any culture or society. Since things that die never do literally come back I'd have to suppose these stories are about the same kind of thing your dream was about: trying to force things.

What's your take on why it was your father's body instead of the more obvious choice of it being your then girlfriend? I have ideas.

[Ivan Seeking]

What's your take on why it was your father's body instead of the more obvious choice of it being your then girlfriend? I have ideas.

No idea. I could venture some guesses, but unlike the meaning of or reason for the dream, the content, and esp the inclusion of my father have always been a mystery. Also, I assume that the meaning was clear to me since it was likely brewing in my thoughts for weeks, but why it was so morbid, I have no idea... well I shouldn't say that. I figured death = death of a relationship, but it wasn't all that bad! :biggrin:

[zoobyshoe]

No idea. I could venture some guesses, but unlike the meaning of or reason for the dream, the content, and esp the inclusion of my father have always been a mystery. Also, I assume that the meaning was clear to me since it was likely brewing in my thoughts for weeks, but why it was so morbid, I have no idea... well I shouldn't say that. I figured death = death of a relationship, but it wasn't all that bad! :biggrin:
My first idea, and the one that strikes me as having the most promise, is that what was making you want to make the relationship work was that you may have sensed your father approved of it, thought it was a good match, or a good thing for you.

Another related interpretation could be that being in that relationship made you feel like, or identify with your dad in a way you thought should be sustained, but which you really couldn't put your heart into.

[Ivan Seeking]

Hmmmm, need to stew...

Did I mention that my dad ran off with her?

[Ivan Seeking]

Okay, you know I'm joking about the last part. The rest is true.

[zoobyshoe]

Okay, you know I'm joking about the last part. The rest is true.
Reading the dream over again, it could be simpler than my previous thoughts. You really wanted the relationship to work and may have generated an equation in your mind that came out in the dream, an equation like: the only thing that would upset me more than this relationship ending would be if my dad died!

[Math Is Hard]

These two posts are incomprehensible to me. You seem to understand what each other is saying, but in the context of the thread they both seem like complete non-sequiturs.

Is this a carryover from a conversation in another thread?

Let me rephrase:
Bad directing if you ask me.
Yet, strangely, no one did ask you.

[Gale]

So i had a REALLY weird dream last night about PF. i wish i had written this out when i woke up, but i had to get to class.

So anyway, pf was like this big office building. General Discussion was like the main floor, and serious stuff could be found on some of the upper levels. There was a big elevator that took you to the different levels, and each mentor had a desk set up at their level in the lobby. I forget which thread i was replying to, but for some reason i had to reference this other thread. I went to see moonbear about it, and she was like "ooh, that one's old, you'll have to check archives." Archives of course were underneath the entire building, and were held in a bunch of underground levels. So i was like, DAMN, and went to the elevator. I pressed the archives floor, and down i go.

The building was so huge that we used a high speed elevator. So i'm like woah, when i feel the elevator moving. then it gets faster. Suddenly, i'm nearly touching the ceiling and i'm like OMIGOSH! and like bracing my hands agains the sides and roof trying not to get hurt, and getting all worried about the landing. I look around trying to find the door so i can reorient myself when the elevator stops, but the inside looks all exactly the same, a solid bluish color. and i'm like, OH SHOOT. and now i'm getting dizzy cause i can't remember where the floor is and which wall my hand is on, or wait, was my hand against the ceiling.. oooooh.... finally i reach the bottom and it turns out i was sideways. i hit the floor with a thud.

the archives are all dark and ill-lit. i can't even remember what i wanted any more. everything is all dusty and scary looking. and i'm like UGH. i decide the elevator is better than down there, so i get back in. again, getting dizzy when i can't find the floor halfway through my trip. (yeah, i know it doesn't make sense..)

so then the door opens, and i thump against the floor again, and i look up, and there's MIH at moonbear's desk, and they're chit chatting. and i'm like "hey guys!!" and they look at me like "uh.. wtf?" cause my hair is all messy, and i'm squinting from the daylight, and holding my arm up against my chest. "something wrong with your arm Gale?" and i'm like DAMN, cause i realize that in the fall i hurt my arm, and then i remember, oh yeah, my arm was against the ceiling, no no, the wall, or was it the door... UGH. and halfway through remembering how i was hurt i get sick to my stomach. "that elevator is too high-speed" i say, and MIH is like ??? and i just say "my arm... the ceiling... blue... we need a new elevator guys." Moonbear just laughs and is like "MIH, Gale is so funny isn't she? i guess we do need a new elevator, hehe" and MIH laughs too.

i half smile and walk away, remember my arm hurts, wondering if there's a doctor up in biology...

[zoobyshoe]

Let me rephrase:
rofl, hehehehe, rofl!

[Math Is Hard]

Gee, that was rude of me, Gale. I am sorry I laughed after you hurt your arm. :frown:

Greg! We've got to do something about the PF elevator! :grumpy: It's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

[Gale]

Gee, that was rude of me, Gale. I am sorry I laughed after you hurt your arm. :frown:

Greg! We've got to do something about the PF elevator! :grumpy: It's a lawsuit waiting to happen.

heh, its alright. you guys weren't being mean, i felt like it was some inside joke about the elevator. it was a really weird dream though. like, really weird.

[larkspur]

Sometimes I dream and sometimes I do my "astral wandering". *yawn* Think I'll go do some of that now. Do not be frightened if you see me, Woolie. :smile:

When you "astral wander" do you feel or hear a slurping/popping noise when you exit your body? I have had "several out of body" dreams where I float out of my body. If I realize I am dreaming, then I try to float out of the house. One time, I made it through the crack in the door and outside to the top of the hill, in the back yard, where I was met by others who told me it was time to go back. Then I was sucked(same slurping noise) back into my body and woke up with my heart racing.
That was the only time I remember the slurping noise.
Anybody else experience "Out of Body" dreams?

[zoobyshoe]

Anybody else experience "Out of Body" dreams?
I once dreampt I was out-of-coffee:

http://www.physicsforums.com/showthread.php?t=108665

post #14

[Math Is Hard]

When you "astral wander" do you feel or hear a slurping/popping noise when you exit your body? I have had "several out of body" dreams where I float out of my body. If I realize I am dreaming, then I try to float out of the house. One time, I made it through the crack in the door and outside to the top of the hill, in the back yard, where I was met by others who told me it was time to go back. Then I was sucked(same slurping noise) back into my body and woke up with my heart racing.
That was the only time I remember the slurping noise.
Anybody else experience "Out of Body" dreams?
That's really interesting. I don't hear any noise. I just suddenly look over at my sleeping body, and it's like "oh, dear, I'm out again". Sometimes I fly or go places. Sometimes I don't leave the room. It used to always happen if I would try to make myself sleep when I wasn't tired. What's weird is last weekend, I distinctly heard the word "larkspur" in a dream. I tried and tried to remember the context but couldn't. I thought it was odd, but figured maybe I had just read one of your posts and that influenced my subconscious. So now it is really funny that you replied to a comment I made in a thread about strange dreams!

[Math Is Hard]

I once dreampt I was out-of-coffee:

I thought it was an out-of-jelly experience that you had?

[zoobyshoe]

I thought it was an out-of-jelly experience that you had?
And I thought an out-of-jelly experience was what you had when your cat, Jellyroll ran away.

[Math Is Hard]

What I had in mind was post #1021 of the stupid quetion thread, when you mentioned that you had an authentic out-of-jelly experience during your visit to the refrigerator.

[zoobyshoe]

What I had in mind was post #1021 of the stupid quetion thread, when you mentioned that you had an authentic out-of-jelly experience during your visit to the refrigerator.
That was authentic. Several para-jelly investigators and refridgerator repairmen to whom I've related the tale have confirmed it. My out-of-coffee experience was a whole different ball of jelly.

[larkspur]

It used to always happen if I would try to make myself sleep when I wasn't tired.
Come to think of it, all of my OOB dreams have occurred when I was napping during the day.

What's weird is last weekend, I distinctly heard the word "larkspur" in a dream. I tried and tried to remember the context but couldn't. I thought it was odd, but figured maybe I had just read one of your posts and that influenced my subconscious. So now it is really funny that you replied to a comment I made in a thread about strange dreams!
Cool!

[larkspur]

I once dreampt I was out-of-coffee:

post #14
Did you ever get your coffee and did it make a slurping noise?:tongue:

[zoobyshoe]

Did you ever get your coffee and did it make a slurping noise?:tongue:
Slurping noise?

[larkspur]

Just kidding....When I had my out of body dream, I heard a slurping/suction noise when I went back into my body.

[Math Is Hard]

Did you ever get your coffee and did it make a slurping noise?:tongue:
:rofl: I was slurping coffee when I read this.

[zoobyshoe]

Just kidding....When I had my out of body dream, I heard a slurping/suction noise when I went back into my body.
Sounds like you may have underhydrated ectoplasm. Drink more coffee.

[zoobyshoe]

:rofl: I was slurping coffee when I read this.
You may have crossed ectoplasm with an astral fly on one of your wanderings and be turning into one.

[Ivan Seeking]

So does anyone think that they have had a prophetic dream?

[larkspur]

So does anyone think that they have had a prophetic dream?

Not that I remember.............

[Math Is Hard]

So does anyone think that they have had a prophetic dream?
Zooby has had at least one prophetic dream that I can verify. I think it is time to call the amazing Randi. :wink:

[zoobyshoe]

Zooby has had at least one prophetic dream that I can verify. I think it is time to call the amazing Randi. :wink:
It's a true fact. And I don't believe in that sort of thing. This dream, though, had a vivid, unusual, special quality.

[Aether]

It's a true fact. And I don't believe in that sort of thing. This dream, though, had a vivid, unusual, special quality.I've had several dreams like this. It's was this "vivid, unusual, special quality" that allowed me to recognize the last three as carrying information about the immediate future, so that I told someone about them before the events appeared in the media (within one day).

[zoobyshoe]

I've had several dreams like this. It's was this "vivid, unusual, special quality" that allowed me to recognize the last three as carrying information about the immediate future, so that I told someone about them before the events appeared in the media (within one day).
Somehow, though, I sense there is a difference between you're prophetic dreams and mine. I'm sensing there's a signifigance to the little winky smiley Math Is Hard tacked onto the end of her post. Yes, the force is strong within me. It is signifigant!

[Math Is Hard]

Somehow, though, I sense there is a difference between you're prophetic dreams and mine. I'm sensing there's a signifigance to the little winky smiley Math Is Hard tacked onto the end of her post. Yes, the force is strong within me. It is signifigant!
When you told me of your dream I was highly skeptical. You very clearly saw that I would find three little orphans on my doorstep and adopt them. Preposterous! Yet I came home that very night to find a rain-soaked box at my front door, and inside, three tiny fledgelings!

[zoobyshoe]

Yes, I told you I had a funny dream that someone left orphans in a box on your doorstep.

Lo and behold, it came to pass!

[Aether]

Yes, I told you I had a funny dream that someone left orphans in a box on your doorstep.

Lo and behold, it came to pass!You mentioned that your dream had a "vivid, unusual, special quality". Does that have anything to do with why you told MIH about the dream? Why did you mention that?

[Math Is Hard]

Maybe the dream just had a certain truthiness about it.

[zoobyshoe]

You mentioned that your dream had a "vivid, unusual, special quality". Does that have anything to do with why you told MIH about the dream? Why did you mention that?
Naw. I'll spill the beans:

I sent her some surprise stuffed penguin chicks I found at the San Diego zoo cause I know she likes penguin chicks. The clerk at the Post Office said it would take three days, so on the third day I sent her an e-mail mentioning I'd had this funny dream that someone had left a box of orphans on her doorstep. It caught her interest and she wrote back a couple times trying to get me to remember what kind of orphans they were. Kittens? Actual human babies? I said I wasn't sure, just that I had a vivid image of her looking into a box which I sensed contained "orphans" and that I had a strange feeling this particular dream was going to come true.

The timing turned out to be perfect cause the box had arrived exactly that day and was waiting for her when she got home from work.

[Aether]

Naw. I'll spill the beans:

I sent her some surprise stuffed penguin chicks I found at the San Diego zoo cause I know she likes penguin chicks. The clerk at the Post Office said it would take three days, so on the third day I sent her an e-mail mentioning I'd had this funny dream that someone had left a box of orphans on her doorstep. It caught her interest and she wrote back a couple times trying to get me to remember what kind of orphans they were. Kittens? Actual human babies? I said I wasn't sure, just that I had a vivid image of her looking into a box which I sensed contained "orphans" and that I had a strange feeling this particular dream was going to come true.

The timing turned out to be perfect cause the box had arrived exactly that day and was waiting for her when she got home from work.What a cool gift. :approve:

[zoobyshoe]

What a cool gift. :approve:
Yeah, a dream come true!

[Math Is Hard]

It was an extremely cool gift! The best ever! Except I've had several knocks at my door by persons claiming to be officials from the San Diego Zoo wanting to know details of my acquaintance with a Mr. Z. Shoe and the whereabouts of the missing little ones. I've had to be very evasive with them. I hope they are not reading these posts. Rest assured, I am keeping the penguinitos "stuffed" with daily salmon smoothies and rigorous courses in differential calculus.:approve:

[Math Is Hard]

I sent her some surprise stuffed penguin chicks I found at the San Diego zoo cause I know she likes penguin chicks.
Oh, and thanks for outing me, Zoob. Now everyone at PF knows I like chicks! :rofl:

[zoobyshoe]

It was an extremely cool gift! The best ever! Except I've had several knocks at my door by persons claiming to be officials from the San Diego Zoo wanting to know details of my acquaintance with a Mr. Z. Shoe and the whereabouts of the missing little ones. I've had to be very evasive with them. I hope they are not reading these posts.
They leaned on me too. Sleep deprivation, rubber hose. I said nothing. All I admitted to is having heard a rumor of a vague scheme to get some illegal aliens north to L.A. They must have gotten your address by meticulously piecing together strips from my shredder bin while I was in the "interview" room.

Oh, and thanks for outing me, Zoob. Now everyone at PF knows I like chicks! :rofl:
Yeah, and when you come down to San Diego I'm taking you to see a performer we'll both enjoy:

http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz304outcome3.jpg

[Math Is Hard]

They leaned on me too. Sleep deprivation, rubber hose. I said nothing. All I admitted to is having heard a rumor of a vague scheme to get some illegal aliens north to L.A. They must have gotten your address by meticulously piecing together strips from my shredder bin while I was in the "interview" room.

Illegal aliens crossing the border disguised as penguins perhaps? Ah! Very clever. Even better, they could dress up like Spotted Owls and walk right across. No one could touch them because they are a protected species!


Yeah, and when you come down to San Diego I'm taking you to see a performer we'll both enjoy:

http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz304outcome3.jpg
You know all the best places, Zoob. I would be interested in seeing Le Souris Perdu (sp?) and that place that serves jellyfish. :biggrin:

[zoobyshoe]

Illegal aliens crossing the border disguised as penguins perhaps? Ah! Very clever. Even better, they could dress up like Spotted Owls and walk right across. No one could touch them because they are a protected species!
No, by "illegal aliens" I was refering to the penguinitos being refugees from the Antarctic. Alot of them try to get in via the zoo route: volunteer for display duty, then bribe a zoo keeper to get them on the underground shuttle to L.A.
You know all the best places, Zoob. I would be interested in seeing Le Souris Perdu (sp?)
"La Souris Perdue" maybe? By day it's a wireless internet rookery: a laptop at every table. By night, it's a den of iniquity, a live, ongoing version of the Threepenny Opera peopled by reefer-crazed kids with strange and ever changing sexual orientations, all on the road to perdition. You'll fit right in.

http://www.gothpunk.com/images/barbiegoesgoth.jpg
and that place that serves jellyfish. :biggrin:
That's a very dull, run-of-the-mill Chinese restaurant in a bland little mall on a street full of Asian owned businesses.
We'd be better off, after a day of penguin viewing at Sea World going down to Pacific Beach to an outdoor restaurant where we could watch in vain for the famous Green Flash that is supposed to occur once in a while with the sunset. There'll be plenty of jellyfish on the beach if you really want a taste. I won't tell anyone.