Beekeeper
6th September 2008, 07:18 AM
It seems my sleeping mind has picked up on future events again. Back on the 1st of March I had this dream and recorded it online elsewhere:
....At some point I'm dreaming a false awakening and I'm aware it's a false awakening but not lucid enough to do anything with the situation.
I hear a "radio", like last time, I listen carefully to ascertain whether it's real or dreamt. It appears to make sense. It's Triple J and the music is something familiar that I don't know the name of. There is, however, no radio in H's room. I fumble around trying to hit the snooze button.
L, a girl who started with me at this new job, comes into the room playing classical guitar. It doesn't sound bad. I don't question her presence. Now S, a guy who also started when we did, sits near me on the bed and I show him what I'm writing in my dream diary. It's the dream I've just finished having:
My "mother" is giving me new clothes. They're tops of different designs and I really love them.
Some are long-sleeved and some short-sleeved. They're in patterns and plains and in a range of
colours. I'm amazed that all this is for me and the other "children" are similarly endowed. "Mother"
is a large, brown-skinned woman. "Father's" name is "Gustav". I explain to S that this is a pun for
"Good stuff." I ask father where we got the money for all the new clothes and he says it's because
we traded away the old stuff.
Now I'm writing "Gustav" on my husband's neck or head (he shaves his head)- I think this is because
I saw him write a reminder on his hand earlier in the day. It's now that I attain lucidity....
On Sunday, I was surprised to see the hurricane threatening New Orleans was "Gustav". Coming home on Monday, I had a strong intuition there'd be a parcel for me. I was expecting books but not yet.
There was a parcel waiting, exactly as I'd seen. For the first time ever, my dad got my birthday wrong and sent the present a month early. It was a pretty top.
Later, lying in bed mentally reviewing the "Good stuff/Gustav" dream, which I'd re-read on the Sunday. It occured to me that Gustav was my father in the dream and my mother, a large brown woman, was dressing me in many different types of blouses.
So these elements are at play in a dream back on the first of March: a large brown woman (New Orleans?), Gustav (the hurricane - which maybe isn't as bad as anticipated and may, in a sense be "good stuff," because of getting rid of "old stuff"?) and, literally, my father and a present - a blouse. Was my dreaming picking up on the near future?
....At some point I'm dreaming a false awakening and I'm aware it's a false awakening but not lucid enough to do anything with the situation.
I hear a "radio", like last time, I listen carefully to ascertain whether it's real or dreamt. It appears to make sense. It's Triple J and the music is something familiar that I don't know the name of. There is, however, no radio in H's room. I fumble around trying to hit the snooze button.
L, a girl who started with me at this new job, comes into the room playing classical guitar. It doesn't sound bad. I don't question her presence. Now S, a guy who also started when we did, sits near me on the bed and I show him what I'm writing in my dream diary. It's the dream I've just finished having:
My "mother" is giving me new clothes. They're tops of different designs and I really love them.
Some are long-sleeved and some short-sleeved. They're in patterns and plains and in a range of
colours. I'm amazed that all this is for me and the other "children" are similarly endowed. "Mother"
is a large, brown-skinned woman. "Father's" name is "Gustav". I explain to S that this is a pun for
"Good stuff." I ask father where we got the money for all the new clothes and he says it's because
we traded away the old stuff.
Now I'm writing "Gustav" on my husband's neck or head (he shaves his head)- I think this is because
I saw him write a reminder on his hand earlier in the day. It's now that I attain lucidity....
On Sunday, I was surprised to see the hurricane threatening New Orleans was "Gustav". Coming home on Monday, I had a strong intuition there'd be a parcel for me. I was expecting books but not yet.
There was a parcel waiting, exactly as I'd seen. For the first time ever, my dad got my birthday wrong and sent the present a month early. It was a pretty top.
Later, lying in bed mentally reviewing the "Good stuff/Gustav" dream, which I'd re-read on the Sunday. It occured to me that Gustav was my father in the dream and my mother, a large brown woman, was dressing me in many different types of blouses.
So these elements are at play in a dream back on the first of March: a large brown woman (New Orleans?), Gustav (the hurricane - which maybe isn't as bad as anticipated and may, in a sense be "good stuff," because of getting rid of "old stuff"?) and, literally, my father and a present - a blouse. Was my dreaming picking up on the near future?