Nightmares

[kenno]

Eons ago, back in the days that mankind did not yet have the wheel (or fire) and I was a young, pre-pub-esent-man-child, I was plagued by nightmares. They were not JUST the confused dreams of a boy undergoing a tidalwave of hormones, they were political dreams, which at the time I understood even less then the dreams I had about girls.
I had 2 dreams that repeated themselves leaving me limp with sweat, and not the good kind of limp either.
In one dream my family was litteraly buried in wealth (a solid gold cadilaic that turned into a landslide of killing sheet metal).
In a second dream I was a WW2 GI in a bombed-out city protecting the American President and his family from Nazie Storm Troopers, which no matter how many times I shot them, would continue thier assualt. These dreams occured in the late 1950's so mass media was not the geniseses of my dreams.
As a teenager I experienced a few incidences where I had a waking dream of banal events in the near (a few minutes foward) future. I was old enough then to know to keep my mouth shut.
As an adult I have had a difficult time remembering most of my dreams as I have supressed them, reduced them to black and white phantoms that disappear with the morning sun.
I'm still loath to ascribe any special meaning to these dreams, even though they repeated themselves often and in terrible detail; yet my life has followed a path that might be laid at the feet of those dreams.
Last night I had an extremely vivid dream, perhaps the first dream that intruded into my waking life in 40 years.
In last night's dream my property; artwork that was a family heirloom and dear to me, was stolen from a museum by a band of organized criminals, Criminal Immigrants. When I reported the crime I was told that I should 'forget it' as persuing the criminals was beyond the power of the Sheriff, State Police, Courts, Senators, Congressmen and even the Federal Govt. I persisted in finding my property, was captured, tortured and murdered. My head was left in the center of a main road, a warning to other citizens not to interfere with the criminal takeover of thier country.
I am very disturbed by this dream and I would like to make it disappear but it lingers still.

[Skyowl's Wife]

Is there a "good kind of limp"? ;)

The "near future" events are commonly called deja vu, and can be a symptom of a mild kind of epilepsy (psycho-motor epilepsy). Expresses itself in times of stress and can be completely dormant at all other times.

If I may interpret the current dream, which I believe shows a lot of frustration and feelings of helplessness....

my property; artwork that was a family heirloom and dear to me, was stolen

OUR property, OUR artwork, OUR family heirloom - OUR country is being stolen. I think we all recognize that with a great deal of frustration.

by a band of organized criminals, Criminal Immigrants.

This could be one of two or a combination - the illegal flood over our border and/or the Chicago thugs inhabiting our White House. BOTH are stealing our country.

When I reported the crime I was told that I should 'forget it' as persuing the criminals was beyond the power of the Sheriff, State Police, Courts, Senators, Congressmen and even the Federal Govt.

There's the helplessness. I think we all feel this. We've hollered about both the thugs and the illegal aliens (I won't call them immigrants, that gives them some legitimacy). Our media is complicit in the theft of our liberty and the treasury, so "forget it".

I persisted in finding my property, was captured, tortured and murdered. My head was left in the center of a main road, a warning to other citizens not to interfere with the criminal takeover of thier country.

This will happen sooner or later. The first will be ugly. You know that, and we all have the fear that we will be the example. Perhaps fear is the wrong word. Concern might be better, because if it causes the people to rise up and take the bitch back, I think we'd make that sacrifice. The concern would be for the ones we leave behind who are counting on us.

[Oscar Wilde]

Great analysis Wife .... I had a dream of a flying Oscar Meyer hot dog car the other day :confused: Maybe I shouldn't have been taking a mid-morning nap.

O.W.

[Skyowl's Wife]

Great analysis Wife .... I had a dream of a flying Oscar Meyer hot dog car the other day :confused: Maybe I shouldn't have been taking a mid-morning nap.

O.W.

So. Tell me.

Does your wife lay on the bed with you doing Tarzan jumps into the middle?

[Centurion]

I had a dream that I was eating a large marshmellow and when I woke up my pillow was gone

[Oscar Wilde]

So. Tell me.

Does your wife lay on the bed with you doing Tarzan jumps into the middle?

:) No .... no wife. Might not be gettin a nap if there was one .... :eek:

O.W.

[paintball]

When I was a kid, I had dreams of laying in an open field of tall grass and enemy soldiers marched past me as if the USA was being invaded.. I recently found out my brother which is 13 years older then me had almost the exact same dream when he was a child also.

[slowz1k]

PB Wrote "When I was a kid, I had dreams of laying in an open field of tall grass and enemy soldiers marched past me as if the USA was being invaded.. I recently found out my brother which is 13 years older then me had almost the exact same dream when he was a child also. "

This is kind of freaky. I had a very similar recurring dream until I was about 8years old. The only details that stand out, is that the soldiers were older men, wore khaki colored uniforms, short trimmed beards, and glasses. They all looked identical, and were searching for me. I always chalked it up to my subconcious picking up the nightly news coming in from Vietnam or something.