Recurring Dreams
>> Tuesday, September 09, 2008
So, I have two types of recurring dreams. One has been with me since early adulthood, but the other one is fairly new.
The old one is a pretty typical "naked" dream - I'm somewhere outside and I'm either naked from the waist up or the waist down, but no one seems to notice. I usually have these dreams during times of stress or at the cusp of a major life change. One consistent aspect of this dream is that I've either lost my car, or it's been stolen.
The new one is pretty odd, and usually quite vivid and realistic. It's the lost pocketbook dream. I'm generally in New York city and I lose my pocketbook, or just the contents. What makes this dream disturbing is that I do something to cause the loss. I'll usually just put my bag down someplace, walk away and come back later expecting it to be there. Then, I can't get home. I have no money, no phone, no keys.
Last night's edition was a doozy - and more vivid than usual. I'm in a used bookstore in the city, and for some awful, unknown reason, I'm carrying a pale blue suede monstrosity that's a cross between a Hobo and a Berkin. I put it on a shelf in the crowded store and walk over to the manager and strike up a conversation. I go back, and my bag's there, intact. I leave it and go back to my conversation. When I go back to my bag on the shelf, it's empty. My iPod, iPhone, keys, wallet, hairbrush, pens and card case are gone. I'm left with an empty bag.
At this point in my dream, I'm stressed over two things - I won't be able to get the subsized price for a replacement iPhone, and I don't remember where I've parked my car (which is usually part of a "naked" dream), because the claim ticket was in my wallet. The store manager actually lends me money to get on a bus to get to my car (I think it's in a lot in the upper West Side, but I'm just hoping to recognize the structure). I get on a bus, but the bus is going to Queens, and it's getting dark. The driver doesn't stick to the route, but takes me to the home of a really nice Jewish family. They give me clothes and food, but they seem to be in the auto repair business and extremely observant - which just doesn't seem to go together.
I woke up at this point - and I've felt at a loss all day long. It was so vivid that I've been checking the contents of my handbag and it's location all day long.
Bizarre.
The old one is a pretty typical "naked" dream - I'm somewhere outside and I'm either naked from the waist up or the waist down, but no one seems to notice. I usually have these dreams during times of stress or at the cusp of a major life change. One consistent aspect of this dream is that I've either lost my car, or it's been stolen.
The new one is pretty odd, and usually quite vivid and realistic. It's the lost pocketbook dream. I'm generally in New York city and I lose my pocketbook, or just the contents. What makes this dream disturbing is that I do something to cause the loss. I'll usually just put my bag down someplace, walk away and come back later expecting it to be there. Then, I can't get home. I have no money, no phone, no keys.
Last night's edition was a doozy - and more vivid than usual. I'm in a used bookstore in the city, and for some awful, unknown reason, I'm carrying a pale blue suede monstrosity that's a cross between a Hobo and a Berkin. I put it on a shelf in the crowded store and walk over to the manager and strike up a conversation. I go back, and my bag's there, intact. I leave it and go back to my conversation. When I go back to my bag on the shelf, it's empty. My iPod, iPhone, keys, wallet, hairbrush, pens and card case are gone. I'm left with an empty bag.
At this point in my dream, I'm stressed over two things - I won't be able to get the subsized price for a replacement iPhone, and I don't remember where I've parked my car (which is usually part of a "naked" dream), because the claim ticket was in my wallet. The store manager actually lends me money to get on a bus to get to my car (I think it's in a lot in the upper West Side, but I'm just hoping to recognize the structure). I get on a bus, but the bus is going to Queens, and it's getting dark. The driver doesn't stick to the route, but takes me to the home of a really nice Jewish family. They give me clothes and food, but they seem to be in the auto repair business and extremely observant - which just doesn't seem to go together.
I woke up at this point - and I've felt at a loss all day long. It was so vivid that I've been checking the contents of my handbag and it's location all day long.
Bizarre.
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