The most amazing thing about dreams

[ute4ever]

I've had dream sequels before, coming months or years after the original, and picking up right where the previous one left off.

I hope someday I can get to heaven and watch DVDs of some of the more fascinating ones. ESPECIALLY those starring Carrie Underwood.

[YOhio]

Originally Posted by ute4ever

I've had dream sequels before, coming months or years after the original, and picking up right where the previous one left off.

Are you sure you're not referring to the recurring nightmare you've been living the last four years?

[MikeWaters]

Originally Posted by YOhio

Are you sure you're not referring to the recurring nightmare you've been living the last four years?

<bada-bing>

[Sleeping in EQ]

Originally Posted by SeattleUte

The most amazing thing about dreams is that they are chronological, such that each sequence or scene anticipates the next, even ultimately the ending, and it's as if your brain were an artist or God.

Last night I had a dream that Larry David might have composed. I was in a very large, packed lecture hall, near the back rows, listening to a moderator give introductions at a massive legal convention or seminar. I remember the room was filled with lawyers, my wife was seated behind me, and I was seated near several other lawyers I knew, mostly males. A woman entered late through the side door nearest and ahead of me. I noticed she was wearing an outfit like a hospital gown such that her entire back side was bare. She signaled to those of us seated behind her that we should take care not to look at her naked back side. She was not attractive. I remember a very hairy back side. There were murmers all around me, and then I thought, or said under my breath, that she needn't worry, we weren't going to ogle her naked back side. Suddenly the man to my right shot onto his feet and loudly accused me of making a sexist remark about the woman. I was astonished not only because of the spectacle he made, but also because I have referred him some work. The moderator calmly said that was unfortunate and asked security guards to escort me out of the room. They took me to a small windowless room where I had to wait for a while. I remember being a little fearful but mostly puzzled. Finally they came and took me to a guy they said was the ombudsman or ethics specialist or some such thing. He was seated, reclining and drinking some kind of a cocktail, on a large veranda overlooking a blue and sparkling sea. The ombudsman spoke in some kind of European accent, but not an English accent. Before I could speak he said he regretted what had happened, that he was sure I hadn't made a sexist remark, and he was getting sick and tired of these vicious public attacks on another's character, but I would have to bring some third-party witnesses to support my case. Then he released me. I grew worried that maybe what I had said could be construed as sexist, and that several other people may have heard it. Maybe all the potential witnesses were adverse to me. It occurred to me that my wife was seated nearby and she'd be a strong witness and advocate for me. So I began to search for her all over the compound but couldn't find her. At t his point I woke up, and was greatly relieved to realize I was in a dream. It seemed that real, even in color.

So you see, when the woman first stepped into the room, this anticipated my remark, the accusation, each succeeding part of the sequence. My brain must have known the whole sequence from start to finish when it started. I got the eery feeling it was not making this up as it went.

Have you ever read Jung, SU? There's a very good reason why his ideas continue to have resonance.