Posted on 07/23/2024 9:12:58 PM PDT by SeekAndFind
I’ve had similar feelings - waking up and hoping I can fall back a asleep quick enough to to go back into the same dream.
Where we differ widely is I’ve been to the city in my dreams before... often different parts of the city and into different buildings. What wakes me up is my ‘watcher- (I have a really strong sub-conscience’) - the part of me that decides what’s real and what’s not - and in the dream that part of me says, ‘this is too beautiful to be real’ - and I wake up.
I have guns in dreams too but they always fall apart or fail to fire at critical time.
My mom dreamed in black and white. The only reason I know this is because I told her about one of my dreams when I was a little kid, around 4. She didn’t know some people dream in color until I mentioned my dream.
In it, I had a purple elephant, and he would put his head on the ground and let me climb on him, and onto his back. Then he would carry me across the lake, go have adventures, and then he would bring me back home. He protected me and let me hide from things I didn’t like. Then we said goodbye, and he went back across the lake. I had a vivid imagination. Adults often called me precocious. I never knew what that meant until I got a bit older and knew how to look words up in the dictionary.
To my knowledge, I have always dreamed in color, never black and white, even though we didn’t get a color tv until the late 60’s. Actually that was my grandparents’ tv. It was a gift for their 50th anniversary. First time I had seen color tv.
As a black and white dreamer I must say I am jealous of techicolor dreamers. Around 12 percent of people dream in black and white.
When I remember a dream, it’s usually bizzaro and contains none of the examples in the article. Sometimes a very vivid dream I can remember soon leaves my memory and I’ve forgotten it completely. I don’t think I dream much, but maybe I do and just don’t recall.
Just wow!
That’s so funny. I disliked cartoons as a child but liked the “real people” ones. That would be The Flintstones and The Jetsons.
I remember a particular dream where I was holding a gun.
I was standing on a tree platform. The platform was scattered with dozens of various cartridges and I was frantically searching through them, trying to find some for my single-shot rifle. I was getting desperate because none of them were the correct caliber and huge snakes were beginning to climb onto the platform.
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