I had a straaaange dream last night...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I usually don’t even remember my dreams, but this morning I woke up with this one fresh in my mind.

I’ve had it on my “to do” list for “sometime this year” to consult a financial advisor, as I’m approaching age 40, have 3 kids aged 6 through 10 (soon to be 11), and have a pile of cash that desperately needs to be fed and hopefully grown into a much larger pile of cash over the next 10-20 years.

Well, last night I literally found my dream FA. In my dream, I visited a guy’s office for the first time – a somewhat portly and friendly fellow, middle aged with a mustache, slightly balding, looked Jewish – who had pictures of his wife and 3 kids on a credenza with name plates on them. His wife was “Brenda”. His two sons and a daughter were “Ira”, “Roth” and “Erisa”.

“Er… You named your daughter Erisa?”
“Yes, my wife and I thought it was a lovely name!”

I figured I’d found a guy who really, truly loved his job.

Alas, as Debbie Gibson put it so well in her classic, mournful ballad, “it was only in my dreams”. (Which I think would make a highly underrated acoustic blues song.)

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I also had weird dreams. I was in a real Halflife2 situation and had to go through this door while avoiding the boiling human goo on the ceiling right at the doorway. It fell and scalded the guy behind me before it reformed into some kind of monster… Entering the door I see Chucky and slice his head in half horizontally, but I take pity on him and make him into a staff with his half-head on top…

Then three dragons attack, one green, blue, and black. They all had two special abilities, and the black one turned everything pitch…black. I fought the green one and then ran from there. Oh, and then I remembered I had to go to the grocery store to buy some things. I phoned my room-mate to make sure we weren’t out of ketchup.

Then something else happened, but I can’t remember :frowning:

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In one of my recent dreams, I went to the salon to get a haircut and the receptionist asks me in hushed tones if I’d like an appointment with Sharon or with “The Beast”.

(“The Beast” is a small, wiry, feral-looking person with a large buffalo mask, dreadlocks, and all sorts of feathers, talismans, and organic-looking scrappy bits on her person. She works in a small, darkened room with a beaded curtain and uses scissors in both hands. She doesn’t speak much.)

Well, what the hell. It’s just hair, right? And I really want to see inside her lair. Deciding that Sharon is too hairsprayed and painted for my taste, and probably wouldn’t make good conversation, anyway, I follow the Beast behind her curtain.

I don’t actually end up getting a haircut. The Beast takes off her mask and starts invading my personal space, all catlike, draping herself on me and whispering, hot breath straight into my ear. She asks me if I’m from ___ university in the neuroscience program, which I am, and she confides that she was, too, a few years ago, and now she’s cutting hair at minimum wage and going feral.

I picture myself in her place, the warm, darkened room, the fear and reverence, the lack of speech, the magpie-like collections. At that moment it all seems oddly appealing. When I wake up, I’m not sure what the moral is supposed to be.

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I dreamed last night that my partner slept with my best friend. Since one is here with me in London and the other in Australia, they’ve only met twice, they’re not even the least bit attracted to each other, and their respective sexualities are unconducive to such contact, I think this is not a dream likely to come true. Thank goodness - I woke up really sad!

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Interesting dream. So…how’s neuroscience treating you? Frustrating? Eating up so much of your time that you have none left for romance? And let us discuss your relationship vit your muzzer… :wink:

I haven’t had any particularly peculiar dreams since the one about the caper film I mentioned in last month’s dream thread. Just my usual assortment of surreal buildings, mountains at night, my recurring “armor” dream, and something about a time-traveling psychiatrist (which was oddly boring).

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I used to have great dreams, but for some time now, they’ve been terrible. Not bad, or frightening – just really tedious and dull. I’ve never in my life been so bored I fell asleep, but several times over the last few years, I’ve been so bored by my dreams I’ve woken up.

Just recently, though, the fun dreams seem to be back: last night I dreamed the opening to an historical action movie. Queen Victoria returned from a stroll around the grounds at Balmoral to find the castle had been infiltrated by heavily armed anarchist revolutionaries. Seizing the element of surprise, she unfurled her bullet proof umbrella and charged full pelt at the main body of insurrectionists (showing a surprising turn of speed for a woman of her size and age). Slashing impetuously left and right with her cavalry sabre, she killed or severely wounded several of them (including the ringleader) before falling under a fusillade of machine gun fire.

I’ve felt a renewed respect for the monarchy all day.

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40? 40??? From your picture, I would have guessed mid-twenties. Sheesh, I should be so well preserved.

And, ummm, your profile says you’re in “financial services.” Just sayin’… :stuck_out_tongue:

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Earlier this week I dreamed that Bill Cosby, in a roundabout way, told me that I was a failure as a businessperson. :stuck_out_tongue:

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Can I exchange places with you? I spent 500 days dreaming I was frolicking with the Baader Meinhof Group in Aleister Crowley’s haunted cocaine factory. When I complained to my mother, she just told me never to read anything again because it would just give me ideas.

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The first line of this made me laugh hysterically. I don’t know why.