I had a lucid dream. BORing you say. Bear with me.
In the dream I was in flying over a strange city. I marveled at the 1080p clarity of the city. Remarked to my dream self how well my mind modeled it. But that’s not the fun part.
When I landed, I remembered that some people claim to have actually traveled in their dreams. Astral projection. Hokum, as far as I am concerned. But, I thought I had the perfect opportunity for an experiment. I would look for a building address, memorize it, and see if when I woke up I could find a real-world example.
Bu the building numbers proved elusive. But aha! I saw a service truck parked. And it had a visible phone number. I would memorize the number, and look it up when I woke up.
At first, my dream mind wouldn’t let me get close enough to see it. But I forced my way close enough. And I saw it. The number was perfectly clear:
514-830- 800.
With the space! I had to laugh in my dream at my own mind! It wouldn’t even give me a fake number. I guess it was too honest.
I had to look up 514 area code. I’ve never been to Montreal, and it doesn’t look at all like my “dream city”.
I’m surprised you got as many digits as you did! I’ve heard that one way to distinguish dreams from reality is that letters, words, numbers cannot be visualized (I think they the word I want).
All I know is from my own experiences. I have dreamt of a situation where I find a book. Somehow, I know I am asleep, and any book delights me. I figure I can actually be productive while sleeping by reading this book!
I mean, great idea, huh?
I open the book and the pages are blank.
You are only missing one digit of the phone number. Go look up the ten “versions” of the number and see which one is familiar.
~VOW
I dream often of my Mother holding a book and pointing to something on the page. I look and its always gibberish, chinese characters or blank. It’s bothered me for years. Is she trying to warn me or telling me where the treasure is hidden. I try everytime to get her to speak to me.
I don’t think there’s much significance to dreams, outside of gastric distress or some other mundane discomfort, but that’s just me and the dreams I’ve had. Lucid dreams certainly are interesting, though.
I’ve read that the brain secretes a substance that prevents us from reacting physically to our dreams, which is why we can’t run fast, punch hard, etc. when we want to. Just as that prevents us from hurting ourselves, maybe there’s another (or the same) substance that prevents us from being driven crazy by our dreams.
Uh-oh. I’m in big trouble, then. I sometimes dream I’m in a store, and I can read the names of the products on their packaging. I don’t THINK there’s a cookie product called “Hole in One,” but should you care to look, it’s in a plaid package with a picture of a sandwich cookie with a hole in the top so you can see the jam filling.
And no, the dream wasn’t about the cookies. They were just incidental, as those things usually are in my dreams.
Maybe you were getting a message from Beyond, nelliebly, to make and market that cookie! I’d buy it!
As to interpreting dreams, some messages are obvious. If I dream I have a headache, I now know to make myself wake up and take something, because…I HAVE A HEADACHE. My husband may dream somebody shot him in the head. I’ve told him over and over, “Ake up! Go take some medicjne! Don’t worry about revenge!” We are, unfortunately, a family of migraineurs, so headaches require major medicine.
My other “dream message” is when I’m surrounded by bathrooms, or incredibly unusual (and typically quite nasty) toilets. That’s a signal from my FULL bladder, “Wake up and go pee, Woman!”
~VOW
I had a sleep study done once, and it showed I have fewer but much longer sleep cycles than normal. Maybe my subconscious just has more time to make up silly cookie names.
I like to bake, but making the same cookie recipe over and over would get dull after awhile.
I say the interpretation of that dream is obvious. You need to go to Scotland(plaid) and take up golf (hole-in-one).
Believe me, I’m never wrong about these things. (;))
Right, during REM sleep motor neurons are inhibited so the body is almost completely paralyzed, except for the eyes (hence REM). This is believed to be a protective system to prevent us from acting out our dreams and possibly getting injured due to being unaware of our surroundings. When this system fails in one way (leaving you able to move during REM) you get sleepwalking; when it fails the other way (leaving you paralyzed while awake) you get sleep paralysis.
I grew up in the 1960s and 70s, the era when people pretty much did ‘set menus’, you know, Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti Night, or the Sunday roast chicken and vegetables, which is ok. Being at the less affected end of the autistic spectrum, I still have a few traits - OCD, shy around strangers, prefer to avoid conflict and I like dependability [stuff stays where I put it, and the food is familiar, or at least planned]
But I have gotten to where while I prefer to keep the same foods on the same nights [like Friday tends to be some form of fish or seafood, Mondays tend to be vegetarian, Saturday is when we plan for more elaborate meals that take a while to prepare and lots of steps] so while every Thursday might always be pig in some form, it might range from Lions Head Meatball Soup to smothered pork chops to roast tenderloin and a site like Foodgawker is great for doing my monthly menu planning.
One thing I am looking forward to in the early spring is finally getting all moved into my Western NY house where we will have a huge and well equipped kitchen - I have a bunch of cookie cutters, and want to do some fancy sugar cookies, and use my madelaine plaque, or turn out a few batches of fancy gingerbread cookies … because I will actually have the room to spread out to work =)
Yeah, I’ve heard the “you can’t see letters/numbers in dreams” thing, but that sure ain’t hell true in my case. We were actually talking about this with my brother yesterday, and he’s the same way. (The conversation started with my dad asking if we dream in color. Both me and my brother were like, um, yeah… don’t you? Apparently my father’s dreams are not in color, which seems really odd to me. Then I brought up the reading in your dreams topic to my brother, and we both read fine in our dreams.) My main thing is I apparently can’t dial a phone number for shit in my dreams. Every time I try, I end up inputting the wrong numbers. Pretty sure this happens in my dreams with other devices that require input, like calculators and computers.
