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Post by snow on Feb 17, 2015 15:08:40 GMT -5
I have recurring dreams a lot. Most of them are places where I live (houses). Some of them are huge some are smaller, but I have dreamt about them so many times that I could draw you a floor plan for them very easily. Have no idea what they mean. Usually I'm looking for a specific room in some of the bigger ones. I have a very vivid dream life. And it's no unusual for me to dream in colors. Probably a pretty big 'thought' life as well...meaning, I think a lot. Maybe too much. I find it to be an interesting and sometimes fun process to interpret my dreams and explore what the dream might be reflecting to me about my awake and conscious life. In the Bible, Joseph had a gift for interpreting dreams as well as having prophetic dreams himself. I used to dream a lot. Not that much anymore for some reason, at least I don't remember them. I used to have a dream that was pretty scary for me. It was about me having a young child again. The first time I dreamt it my husband had the same dream and we woke up and looked at each other and basically told each other the same dream. Later that day I found out a good friend of mine had died in the night. I didn't think much of it until later on that year I had a similar dream again. A day later I found out my friend who I grew up with lost her son a couple of days previous. The next time I had that dream I was a bit leery because I realized it was a very vivid dream, not like my usual dreams and every time I had had it in the past I got sad news. It happened again because that day I found out my aunt had died. This only happened 4 times, but they were always the same and I always had bad news almost immediately following them. Coincidence? Who knows. After all there have been people close to me since then that have died and I didn't have that dream. So I guess just coincidence.
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Post by SharonArnold on Feb 17, 2015 15:16:15 GMT -5
I have recurring dreams a lot. Most of them are places where I live (houses). Some of them are huge some are smaller, but I have dreamt about them so many times that I could draw you a floor plan for them very easily. Have no idea what they mean. Usually I'm looking for a specific room in some of the bigger ones. I always wanted to meet someone who had house dreams too! House dreams were a part of my earliest memories. Some large, some small. Some I’ve lived in, some my parents houses, though all frequently altered in some significant way. Some I’ve never seen, but in my dream world. Many I have returned to over and over again in my dream life. For many many years. I’ve never been one to impose too much meaning on dreams – they are something I have been able to simply let flow through my life- but I did search a long time for a cogent meaning for these kinds of dreams. I finally came across a reference to them being a metaphor for the self, and I thought “Well, maybe…” and just continued to observe. Interesting, these dreams have almost completely stopped in the last decade or so. About the same time that I became really comfortable the ancient story of the Salt Doll, who, being curious, went down to the ocean. As the doll entered the ocean, to learn more, to understand it more, to experience it more, the doll began to dissolve. When I first heard this story, I felt uncomfortable, and my reaction was - “Hey! Wait a minute!” I now love this story. It no longer makes me feel uncomfortable. It feels very peaceful and very right.
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Post by SharonArnold on Feb 17, 2015 15:24:11 GMT -5
I have a very vivid dream life. And it's no unusual for me to dream in colors. I have always dreamt in color. Vibrant, bursting, kaleidoscopic color! I can remember the debates when I was younger about dreaming in black-and-white vs color. To me, it was a no brainer. I did not grow up with a black-and-white tv. Why else would a human being ever dream in black-and-white? Yet another advantage of being raised as a 2X2!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 15:26:31 GMT -5
For anyone interested, read about the 7 mind- bending facts about dreams by Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor. Go to: wwww.livescience.com/17290-facts.dreams-nightmares.html.
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Post by snow on Feb 17, 2015 15:33:46 GMT -5
I have recurring dreams a lot. Most of them are places where I live (houses). Some of them are huge some are smaller, but I have dreamt about them so many times that I could draw you a floor plan for them very easily. Have no idea what they mean. Usually I'm looking for a specific room in some of the bigger ones. I always wanted to meet someone who had house dreams too! House dreams were a part of my earliest memories. Some large, some small. Some I’ve lived in, some my parents houses, though all frequently altered in some significant way. Some I’ve never seen, but in my dream world. Many I have returned to over and over again in my dream life. For many many years. I’ve never been one to impose too much meaning on dreams – they are something I have been able to simply let flow through my life- but I did search a long time for a cogent meaning for these kinds of dreams. I finally came across a reference to them being a metaphor for the self, and I thought “Well, maybe…” and just continued to observe. Interesting, these dreams have almost completely stopped in the last decade or so. About the same time that I became really comfortable the ancient story of the Salt Doll, who, being curious, went down to the ocean. As the doll entered the ocean, to learn more, to understand it more, to experience it more, the doll began to dissolve. When I first heard this story, I felt uncomfortable, and my reaction was - “Hey! Wait a minute!” I now love this story. It no longer makes me feel uncomfortable. It feels very peaceful and very right. Yes these houses were interesting and very familiar to me but only in my dreams. I never dreamt of a house that I had been in before. I had one that had a room that was like a movie theatre, big screen and plush seats. Had that one from a very young age. One other one is more like a rooming house. There are 3 floors. I was most familiar with the top two floors. You accessed the upper floors with a stairwell at the end of the building. The door opened onto a long hallway with rooms on each side of the hallway all the way down to a common sitting room with couches and bay windows. Always the doors were closed all along the hall. I sometimes wondered if it was a dream from my unconscious and it was a place I was in when I was in early foster care. It did have that kind of feel to it, an orphanage or something. I wasn't placed with a family until 2 months after my birth, and was kept in the hospital for awhile, so maybe I'm remembering that in some way or a place I went to from there? I don't know. But I was always looking for something it seemed when I dreamed of that place. Checking the different rooms. Not sure for what though. I have always liked that story of the salt doll actually. To me it signifies becoming one with my source and being comfortable with that.
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Post by snow on Feb 17, 2015 15:46:03 GMT -5
For anyone interested, read about the 7 mind- bending facts about dreams by Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor. Go to: wwww.livescience.com/17290-facts.dreams-nightmares.html. Thanks partaker. Interesting. I have always been interested in lucid dreaming. I am able to do this sometimes. I haven't really put much effort into it so maybe I could get better at it. When I have flying dreams I am in a lucid dream. I can control how and where I fly. It is such a free feeling. I love those dreams when I have them. Haven't had one in a long time. I don't dream much anymore and I wonder if it isn't because of pain. I'm awake a lot in the night. Maybe I don't get to that level of sleep much anymore?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 15:54:22 GMT -5
For anyone interested, read about the 7 mind- bending facts about dreams by Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor. Go to: wwww.livescience.com/17290-facts.dreams-nightmares.html. Thanks partaker. Interesting. I have always been interested in lucid dreaming. I am able to do this sometimes. I haven't really put much effort into it so maybe I could get better at it. When I have flying dreams I am in a lucid dream. I can control how and where I fly. It is such a free feeling. I love those dreams when I have them. Haven't had one in a long time. I don't dream much anymore and I wonder if it isn't because of pain. I'm awake a lot in the night. Maybe I don't get to that level of sleep much anymore? Yes I believe the level of sleep has a lot to do with it.i am led to believe that the level of sleep has a lot to do with brain repair too.
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Post by dmmichgood on Feb 17, 2015 15:59:49 GMT -5
One night I dreamt that I was crossing the road and a drunk driver came around the corner and almost knocked me over. He was able to apply the brakes and barely missed me. When I got up the following morning to my amazement , the tyre marks were there on my bed.LOL. Yeh, sure!
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Post by matisse on Feb 17, 2015 16:17:20 GMT -5
I have recurring dreams a lot. Most of them are places where I live (houses). Some of them are huge some are smaller, but I have dreamt about them so many times that I could draw you a floor plan for them very easily. Have no idea what they mean. Usually I'm looking for a specific room in some of the bigger ones. I always wanted to meet someone who had house dreams too! House dreams were a part of my earliest memories. Some large, some small. Some I’ve lived in, some my parents houses, though all frequently altered in some significant way. Some I’ve never seen, but in my dream world. Many I have returned to over and over again in my dream life. For many many years. I’ve never been one to impose too much meaning on dreams – they are something I have been able to simply let flow through my life- but I did search a long time for a cogent meaning for these kinds of dreams. I finally came across a reference to them being a metaphor for the self, and I thought “Well, maybe…” and just continued to observe. Interesting, these dreams have almost completely stopped in the last decade or so. About the same time that I became really comfortable the ancient story of the Salt Doll, who, being curious, went down to the ocean. As the doll entered the ocean, to learn more, to understand it more, to experience it more, the doll began to dissolve. When I first heard this story, I felt uncomfortable, and my reaction was - “Hey! Wait a minute!” I now love this story. It no longer makes me feel uncomfortable. It feels very peaceful and very right. My first "therapy dream" was a house dream, except the houses in the neighborhoods around where I lived had all been destroyed and only the basements remained! I was on foot trying to get to a therapy appt. but all of the familiar landmarks I had normally used to navigate were gone! That pretty much captured some aspect of the state I was in back then! I later had recurring "therapy dreams" about my grandparents' house, an extremely familiar and constant space through my childhood and into early adulthood. In the first dream, I snuck in to take a nostalgic look around, but my professing siblings realized I was there and chased me out. Another time, I discovered a new room that was oddly placed like an elevator stuck between floors. The idea of the house as a metaphor for aspects of self made sense to me at the time. The feelings linked with the images seemed more important than trying to fit a particular explanation. Train stations, airports and even vehicles also served as regular dream settings. In one, I came across a once powerful overseer from my childhood. In the dream he was a confused, disorientated tired old man trying to peddle flowers from a rickety cart in a bustling train hub. Many of the dream images are still vivid to me even 20+ years later. I like the image of the salt doll going into the ocean, Sharon.
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Post by dmmichgood on Feb 17, 2015 16:25:07 GMT -5
I have a very vivid dream life. And it's no unusual for me to dream in colors. Probably a pretty big 'thought' life as well...meaning, I think a lot. Maybe too much. I find it to be an interesting and sometimes fun process to interpret my dreams and explore what the dream might be reflecting to me about my awake and conscious life. In the Bible, Joseph had a gift for interpreting dreams as well as having prophetic dreams himself. I used to dream a lot. Not that much anymore for some reason, at least I don't remember them. I used to have a dream that was pretty scary for me. It was about me having a young child again. The first time I dreamt it my husband had the same dream and we woke up and looked at each other and basically told each other the same dream. Later that day I found out a good friend of mine had died in the night. I didn't think much of it until later on that year I had a similar dream again. A day later I found out my friend who I grew up with lost her son a couple of days previous. The next time I had that dream I was a bit leery because I realized it was a very vivid dream, not like my usual dreams and every time I had had it in the past I got sad news. It happened again because that day I found out my aunt had died. This only happened 4 times, but they were always the same and I always had bad news almost immediately following them. Coincidence? Who knows. After all there have been people close to me since then that have died and I didn't have that dream. So I guess just coincidence. The only dream I could never figure out was a dream where I sprayed some plants with a insecticide & knowingly but carelessly sprayed right over three birds. I begin to try & clean them off.
I have a rain barrel at the corner of the house close to my window. When I went out that morning, there was a red cardinal dead in the barrel. I had used a little cooking oil on the surface of the water to foil mosquito lava & the bird was covered with enough oil that it couldn't fly out.
Now, I don't think that I could have heard the bird in distress through the window so it did seem strange.
However, I dream every night and to have something happen like that just once seems to really be a coincidence.
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Post by dmmichgood on Feb 17, 2015 16:42:46 GMT -5
There is this factor. Our dreams are in a kind of disarray. As soon as we wake & begin to remember our dreams, our conscious mind begins to try & put them in some kind of order.
Our conscious mind does not like disarray.
From then on that is what we really "remember," rather than the actual dream.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2015 17:00:25 GMT -5
There is this factor. Our dreams are in a kind of disarray. As soon as we wake & begin to remember our dreams, our conscious mind begins to try & put them in some kind of order.
Our conscious mind does not like disarray.
From then on that is what we really "remember," rather than the actual dream.
Yep it is sometimes called the mind ordering process or Social mind ordering process.
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Post by snow on Feb 17, 2015 17:32:17 GMT -5
I used to dream a lot. Not that much anymore for some reason, at least I don't remember them. I used to have a dream that was pretty scary for me. It was about me having a young child again. The first time I dreamt it my husband had the same dream and we woke up and looked at each other and basically told each other the same dream. Later that day I found out a good friend of mine had died in the night. I didn't think much of it until later on that year I had a similar dream again. A day later I found out my friend who I grew up with lost her son a couple of days previous. The next time I had that dream I was a bit leery because I realized it was a very vivid dream, not like my usual dreams and every time I had had it in the past I got sad news. It happened again because that day I found out my aunt had died. This only happened 4 times, but they were always the same and I always had bad news almost immediately following them. Coincidence? Who knows. After all there have been people close to me since then that have died and I didn't have that dream. So I guess just coincidence. The only dream I could never figure out was a dream where I sprayed some plants with a insecticide & knowingly but carelessly sprayed right over three birds. I begin to try & clean them off.
I have a rain barrel at the corner of the house close to my window. When I went out that morning, there was a red cardinal dead in the barrel. I had used a little cooking oil on the surface of the water to foil mosquito lava & the bird was covered with enough oil that it couldn't fly out.
Now, I don't think that I could have heard the bird in distress through the window so it did seem strange.
However, I dream every night and to have something happen like that just once seems to really be a coincidence. I think our minds are amazing and we just don't understand them well enough to understand what they may be capable of. As far as you not being able to hear the bird, it's amazing what our minds do pick up through sound vibration. I am deaf in both ears and have had to wear a hearing aide in one ear since they found out why I wasn't listening ha ha. I now have to wear two hearing aides, so it gives you some understanding of the hearing loss. When my children were babies I often didn't hear them cry at night, but I would wake up when they cried and when I lifted my good ear off the pillow, I could then hear them. There was some sort of vibration that I must have picked up on even though I wasn't actually hearing them. It never failed me. I would wake and lift my head and sure enough they were crying. So I think our bodies compensate for our disabilities and make other senses more sensitive. Maybe when we are asleep our senses do pick up more than we think they do? I find these kinds of things fascinating. The brain is such an interesting subject. I am currently taking a course in Intro to Clinical Neurology that I am finding quite fascinating.
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Post by bubbles on Feb 17, 2015 17:42:57 GMT -5
I dream every night. In color. Sometimes I write them down. My children are dreamers as well. Will often come and share their dream. Yrs ago my daughter had 3 dreams of death. We lost 3 friends and family within weeks of each other. Christians believe that dreams are visions with your conscious mind out of the way. I do think that God speaks to us through dreams and vision.
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Post by BobWilliston on Feb 17, 2015 17:43:50 GMT -5
I had a dream once that repeated itself about 2 months later. I dreamed I was lying on a couch, and an enormous spider came into the room -- the body was about the size of a fat cow, and he was looking at me and coming toward me. The next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees on the floor and the blankets, pillows, and everything was on the floor around me. Very freaky -- fortunately I only had it twice. Of course, I have medication that makes me dream very vividly. It's hilarious most of the time. Some people say they don't dream or if they do they can't remember.
I dream every night, something.
Some times it is around a certain place. After being Scotland I had a recurrent dream about this Castle that was my house.
It was unbelievably huge.
I think I finally got tired of it & just quit dreaming about it!
The last couple of years I have come to realize that the dreams I have in French are all appropriate to the place where the dream is taking place, or the people I am with.
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Post by bitterbetty on Feb 17, 2015 19:37:37 GMT -5
I believe that some dreams are prophetic; other dreams are messages. In the past I've explored astral travel via dreams. I also find the subject of lucid dreaming to be very interesting.
Kurtz-your dream, if it is 'sticking' with you this profoundly, could be a message you are receiving from some connection in the cosmos. (whatever the cosmos is). Some of my dreams really stick with me, others I pass off as 'just a dream'. What makes the difference I don't know, but some dreams just seem more graphic and real and connected.
Did you and your 'friend' part on not such good terms? This may be something that has weighed on your conscience and while you can bury a lot of things consciously, the subconscience is always at 'work', whether we are aware of it or not. (note: use of hypnosis in psychotherapy) Yes, we can bury a LOT of things and keep them sort of safely tucked away, but they will likely resurface until everything is resolved. Then again, some things seem to never get totally resolved, but remain 'up in the air', floating around, even if we don't really want to deal with them. I think dream interpretation is a fascinating thing. Maybe they are meant to just float around, not meaning much of anything. But more likely, there is some meaning going on there; the brain at 'work'.
We all make meaningful connections throughout life. Alas, we also make frustrating, meaningful connections in that some connections never seem to reach their full potential or fruition.
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Post by bitterbetty on Feb 17, 2015 19:45:14 GMT -5
I once had a dream about my nephew and his wife. The dream took place in a big rustic log structure; not unlike that you might see at a dude ranch. The usual musical people were are there; it was a large gathering. Some of us were making music; others running around on both stories of the 'house'; there were these large timber beams. My nephew was up on the upper level, but then came down to the lower level where we were making music. He said, "I have an announcement to make..." And I knew what he was going to say. We're having a baby. Two months later, this dream basically came true almost verbatim. I told him about my dream and he said, "That's crazy!". I've had other dreams like this. I'm not making this up. Other times throughout my career as a nurse I would get these 'feelings' and thoughts on my way to work that a certain something was going to happen that day involving a certain someone. And, it usually did. I don't know these things are going to come true until they actually happen, so it's hard to explain.
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Post by dmmichgood on Feb 17, 2015 20:13:14 GMT -5
The only dream I could never figure out was a dream where I sprayed some plants with a insecticide & knowingly but carelessly sprayed right over three birds. I begin to try & clean them off.
I have a rain barrel at the corner of the house close to my window. When I went out that morning, there was a red cardinal dead in the barrel. I had used a little cooking oil on the surface of the water to foil mosquito lava & the bird was covered with enough oil that it couldn't fly out.
Now, I don't think that I could have heard the bird in distress through the window so it did seem strange.
However, I dream every night and to have something happen like that just once seems to really be a coincidence. I think our minds are amazing and we just don't understand them well enough to understand what they may be capable of. As far as you not being able to hear the bird, it's amazing what our minds do pick up through sound vibration. I am deaf in both ears and have had to wear a hearing aide in one ear since they found out why I wasn't listening ha ha. I now have to wear two hearing aides, so it gives you some understanding of the hearing loss. When my children were babies I often didn't hear them cry at night, but I would wake up when they cried and when I lifted my good ear off the pillow, I could then hear them. There was some sort of vibration that I must have picked up on even though I wasn't actually hearing them. It never failed me. I would wake and lift my head and sure enough they were crying. So I think our bodies compensate for our disabilities and make other senses more sensitive. Maybe when we are asleep our senses do pick up more than we think they do? I find these kinds of things fascinating. The brain is such an interesting subject. I am currently taking a course in Intro to Clinical Neurology that I am finding quite fascinating. The hearing was the only connection that I could make. The window was closed and the rain barrel a few feet from the window, so it is possible.
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Post by kurtzphil69 on Feb 17, 2015 21:45:31 GMT -5
For anyone interested, read about the 7 mind- bending facts about dreams by Jeanna Bryner, Live Science Managing Editor. Go to: wwww.livescience.com/17290-facts.dreams-nightmares.html. Thanks partaker. Interesting. I have always been interested in lucid dreaming. I am able to do this sometimes. I haven't really put much effort into it so maybe I could get better at it. When I have flying dreams I am in a lucid dream. I can control how and where I fly. It is such a free feeling. I love those dreams when I have them. Haven't had one in a long time. I don't dream much anymore and I wonder if it isn't because of pain. I'm awake a lot in the night. Maybe I don't get to that level of sleep much anymore? I am sorry to hear about your pain. I have enjoyed some lucid dreams in the past, not as much anymore too. I remember one particular dream that I was enjoying very well that was lucid but also enjoyable and I tried to drag it out as long as possible....Someone was asking me in the dream(standing shoulder to shoulder) if I remembered and I answered, "Yes, yes, I remember. I remember". (and, it was a GOOD memory!) But, you brought up a good point about the pain could be affecting how deeply you sleep and the REM sleep.
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Post by kurtzphil69 on Feb 17, 2015 21:49:11 GMT -5
Do you ever wonder about the REM (rapid eye movement) sleep when you see it in a baby or an animal what it is they might be dreaming of?
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Post by bubbles on Feb 17, 2015 23:32:42 GMT -5
Do you ever wonder about the REM (rapid eye movement) sleep when you see it in a baby or an animal what it is they might be dreaming of? Yes and the breathing changes and legs limbs jerk..the little dog looks funny like hes running madly after something
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Post by rational on Feb 17, 2015 23:51:17 GMT -5
Probably a pretty big 'thought' life as well...meaning, I think a lot. Maybe too much. ---- A Thinking Man -----
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"
Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey, " I confessed, "I've been thinking..."
"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Contemplaters Anonymous poster.
Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a CA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2015 7:49:53 GMT -5
Thanks rational, much more convenient, how did you do that? I don't know how to du that.
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Post by SharonArnold on Feb 18, 2015 10:59:49 GMT -5
Probably a pretty big 'thought' life as well...meaning, I think a lot. Maybe too much. ---- A Thinking Man -----
It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker.
I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.
I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself.
I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read Thoreau and Kafka. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"
Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.
I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about.
I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey, " I confessed, "I've been thinking..."
"I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!"
"But Honey, surely it's not that serious."
"It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!"
"That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.
I headed for the library, in the mood for some Nietzsche, with a PBS station on the radio. I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed.
To this day, I believe that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night.
As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Contemplaters Anonymous poster.
Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a CA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Porky's." Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting.
I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home. Life just seemed... easier, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking.Ha! Pretty funny. Source? As funny as it is to contemplate "Porky's" as being the opposite of thinking, I think that movie is pretty representative of a relatively harmless product of too much thinking. Seriously, though, having the ability to choose when/what/how much to think, contributes greatly to the quality of a life. I think it is a skill that would easily be taught to children? If there is to be salvation for the world, I would tend to look in this direction. In the meantime, thank God for deep and dreamless sleep. I have sometimes wondered if that imposes a measure of sanity on an evolutionary impulse that would have otherwise dead-ended long ago.
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Post by rational on Feb 18, 2015 11:43:15 GMT -5
Ha! :D Pretty funny. Source? I first read it on USENET in the early 80s. I do not remember it being attributed to anyone. It could well have been written by the poster in some newsgroup I read. Perhaps news.talk.humor.satire. Probably alongside God the Programmer!
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Post by xna on Feb 18, 2015 12:16:36 GMT -5
Ha! Pretty funny. Source? I first read it on USENET in the early 80s. I do not remember it being attributed to anyone. It could well have been written by the poster in some newsgroup I read. Perhaps news.talk.humor.satire. Probably alongside God the Programmer! The source is just as I thought; It in this book page 79 " Science Askew: A Light-hearted Look at the Scientific World", By Donald M Simanek, John. Holde
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Post by snow on Feb 18, 2015 12:43:50 GMT -5
Thanks partaker. Interesting. I have always been interested in lucid dreaming. I am able to do this sometimes. I haven't really put much effort into it so maybe I could get better at it. When I have flying dreams I am in a lucid dream. I can control how and where I fly. It is such a free feeling. I love those dreams when I have them. Haven't had one in a long time. I don't dream much anymore and I wonder if it isn't because of pain. I'm awake a lot in the night. Maybe I don't get to that level of sleep much anymore? I am sorry to hear about your pain. I have enjoyed some lucid dreams in the past, not as much anymore too. I remember one particular dream that I was enjoying very well that was lucid but also enjoyable and I tried to drag it out as long as possible....Someone was asking me in the dream(standing shoulder to shoulder) if I remembered and I answered, "Yes, yes, I remember. I remember". (and, it was a GOOD memory!) But, you brought up a good point about the pain could be affecting how deeply you sleep and the REM sleep. It likely does effect my dreaming, because last night I dreamt for the first time in awhile and I took more anti inflammatories that I usually do. I did sleep most of the night without waking up till early morning. So maybe. My dreams were a mish mash of stuff that I couldn't say were even understandable. I was the flight programmer for GW Bush's plane ye gads! lol... I think I'll just go back to not dreaming!!! Also spent a lot of time trying to find my way back to a place I had been but never could find the right road. That's pretty obvious in translation I suppose. Sigh.
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