I’m startin’ to worry a little bit about my sanity, y’all…
This afternoon I had a dream about a woman I had seen before in a dream. She doesn’t resemble anyone I know in real life, and she isn’t what you would call pretty, but as soon as I saw her in today’s dream, I recognized her from the previous dream.
I was visiting her and her husband, and we were sitting in the living room listening to a Strauss waltz, when she got up took me by the hand and we began to dance. I remember being impressed with the fluidity of her movements when she put her arms around my neck and we both rose into the air! My arms around her waist, and hers around my neck and we were floating/dancing and I could feel her body thrumming beneath my hands.
I’m in love, y’all! And I can’t wait to go back to sleep so I can see her again. When I woke up this afternoon, I went DAMN!.
I’m not so sure about people, but in my dreams there’s an entire alternate Waikiki which I visit. Even though its geography bears little relation to the real Waikiki (I lived there for 6 1/2 years), it is consistent within itself, and includes some of the surrounding parts of Honolulu.
“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” – E. A. Poe
Maybe it’s someone from your past? Maybe it’s someone you knew as a child and it’s your subconscious’s estimation of how she looks all grown up.
Anyway, I’ve had “series” of dreams before; sometimes it’s just a return to a place where I’ve had adventures before (well, in a dream, anyway).
A person from previous dreams doesn’t come to mind right off hand, but like cjhoworth, I’ve revisited many places that are only found in my dreams. They frequently are not only consistent, but give evidence of time having passed since the last time I visited them (an empty lot where a house–which I’ll also remember–had been before, etc.). I also will remember my way around them from having dreamed about them before.
I see the same people in my dreams, I usually recognize them from past dreams, but they’re not actually people I know. The places and locations in my dreams are usually familiar to me, but not in the spot where they should be. I keep dreaming about my mother’s house, but it’s not where my mother’s house actually is, and where it is in the dream is somewhere I don’t recognize.
I have a sort of dream deja-vu thing going on. It gets spooky sometimes. I’ll have a dream of something that doesn’t necessarily happen in my day-to-day life, but is nonetheless mundane. (IE I am a temp, but I’ll dream of going to a business lunch with my boss and some clients. It happens, but not often to temps.) The dream will be soo realistic that when I wake up and realize that I’m not there, I’m here at home, it’s a little jarring.
I swear I have the same dreams over and over again, but with a bit of difference each time. It’s weird. Then again, I also have seen people from previous dreams in my dreams… and experienced the all-too-real dream.
Have you ever woken up from a dream with the feeling that you’ve dreamed it before, only to wonder if you’d only dreamed that you’d dreamed it before? Would you be able to tell the difference? I’m not sure I can.
I keep dreaming of the same places. I have a dream supermarket, dream mall, dream amusement part etc. Recently they totally renovated my dream mall and I dreamt I got lost.
Larry Mudd, omigod, and this is the man who thought I was weird for discovering a way to cook noodles mostly without using heat??
I’ve guessed that repetitive dreams are one of three things:
Some message your subsconscious really wants you to hear, whether you do or not.
An echo to a memorable place, fictional situation, etc. that your brain likes to use as a “cheap” backdrop to a relatively benign dream.
Setting and characters heavily influenced by something you’ve recently been investing time in. (Such as episode 89 of the show you never miss.)
The dream I have been wondering about is this big, floating eye of fire, appearing in the darkness, twisting around as if it were searching, searching for me…
When I was 20, I had at least 2 (that I can remember) dreams about the same imaginary woman. She told me her name was Amy Lipson.
I can still remember the way she looked and the sound of her voice, even after 22 years.
She seemed older and wiser than I was. I suspect she was a part of my psyche–my Jungian anima.
On a related note, has anyone else here ever read that Astro City story, “The Nearness of You”?
