Dreams: By Tag: Dancing

Tuesday, March 02, 2010: Dogs with parachutes, Egyptian party

He and his wife walked along Park Avenue near Elm Park at dusk. Airplanes released parachutists. Their parachutes failed and emergency parachutes were deployed. Still, their descent appeared too swift. But they landed safely in the pond. Now closer, he could see the parachutists were dogs.

He dreamed he was at a party in a lavish house of alabaster and marble. The guests wore royal Egyptian attire. He met his wife there, lounging on a couch, when she was younger.

He was on the street with his wife and teenage children. Some Christians were trying to guilt his children to return to the church.

Saturday, December 22, 2007: Lucid exercise, whirling dervishes, and jamming

I tried a lucid dream inducing technique last night, one that I had not tried for years. Basically, before going to sleep, you remind yourself that when you see your hands in a dream, that your hands will remind you that you are in a dream. So I tried it and it worked.

[As I observed myself drift off to sleep,] I found myself in a hotel corridor. I looked at my hands to remind myself that I was dreaming, and it worked. As a demonstration, I intentionally kissed each woman I met as I walked down the hall. I reached the elevator, but the doors had closed. A man was standing outside the elevator. I said to him, Want to see a neat trick? I pressed the elevator button. The doors opened, and the elevator car was present, even though it had apparently departed. I got into the elevator. A woman was standing in the elevator with me. I pressed the down button. Then I kissed her.

At this point, I relenquished lucid control over the dream, and let it flow by itself.

I entered a very large room. A man with a shaven head and an upturned moustache was observing. He was observing dancers, dancing a dance that appeared to be whirling combined with tai chi. He saw me, and we nodded at each other.

I woke up, then went back to sleep.

A dark-skinned man with dreadlocks and a guitar invited me to jam with him in a parking lot. I picked up a guitar. It took me a few tried, but eventually, I learned the song he was playing.

Sunday, December 10, 2006: Too Close Shave, Strange Toilet, Dog Bite, Ice Cream

My wife gave me a facial hair trimmer for Christmas. I performed a test shave in the bathroom mirror. The trimmer shaved too close; it shaved off the skin on my chin in two places.

In another dream, I was hanging out with my old friend William, at his radio show, with a couple of well-known but much older rappers. We were discussing Rap Theory, the rise and decline of the music genre.

I had a dream that I was at a party. People were dancing, talking, drinking. I fondled two different women; they didn't seem to mind. During the dream, I found that I was describing the dream to somebody in a second separate dream. In the second separate dream, I was in a group therapy session, led by a husky, middle-aged black man.

In another dream, I was in my basement, examining the toilet in the bathroom. I noticed that there was a blue plastic skirt around the toilet base. I removed the skirt and discovered that there was nothing under it but a deep hole, to a sub-basement, with a blue pool of water. “Somebody is going to fall into that,” I thought to myself.

I had a dream that I was in the ice cream section of a supermarket. The ice cream was gourmet quality, in various delightful flavors and shapes. I selected an orange cream flavored gelato.

In the last dream I can recall, our little silky terrier was having a panic attack. He was lashing out, growling and biting at everything. I got his attention, to protect my wife, and to calm him down. He leaped up and latched onto my thumb with his back teeth. It doesn’t hurt; he doesn't even break the skin. His jaw jutted at an unusual angle. I held him in the air for a while. He seemed to ponder the situation and calmed down, releasing my thumb.

Thursday, November 16, 2006: Vermont Trip Preparations

My wife and I were outside, preparing for a trip to Vermont. As we packed our luggage into the car, I realized that I did not recognize the car. I examined the unfamiliar vehicle: it was a brown station wagon with a sunroof. On the back seat were several large bags of M&M candies. I asked, “Is this our car?” She replied, “Of course. We’ve had this car for a long time.”

We went back into our house. The interior of the house was a pastiche of all of the houses I have lived in before.

My wife sat down for a moment in the living room. A voice in my head said, “What is missing from this picture?” My daughter appeared, dressed for ballet, in white tights and slippers, dancing around my wife. I thought it was a riddle, but I could not discern the answer.

We said our farewells to our children. I hugged my daughter. Then, I hugged my son. After hugging him, I realized that he wasn’t my son; he was my daughter’s boyfriend: tall, with spiky bleach-blond hair.

As we were driving out of a parking garage, a white car appeared in front of our car. The driver looked like Tracy Morgan with wild hair. He looked angry. He pushed our car backwards with his car. After a brief car tug-of-war, we managed to get our car around his car and drove off.

Suddenly, I found myself inside a old workshop, with off-white walls and a white tin ceiling. There were small desks with sewing machines and old typewriters on them. My wife was not with me. I realized that I was dreaming, and that I needed to get back to my wife so that we could go on our trip.

In a separate dream, a friend and I were getting a tour of a haunted house. We doused any lights we came across during the tour, until the house was completely dark. As I began to wake, I saw circles of blue light.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005: White Mansion, Storm, Dancers

I was with my family and friends in a mansion that had a white interior and large windows. As I looked out one window, I saw a storm swirling above a hilltop. A funnel cloud began to form. I warned everybody to go to the basement. But suddenly, the clouds began to disperse, from west to east, as if an invisible force swept them away. I looked out another window shortly after, and I could see a clear night sky. A man and a woman dressed in white were dancing up on the window.