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Varieties of Oneiric Experience

...is what tomsdisch labelled these investigations, and he held that hearing (in this case reading) others' dreams is as amusing as hearing any story can be, which I agree with completely, whether creepy and unheimlich or goofy and dadaist.  There's just no doubt that it all means something, and something important, but what or why can't be said, just as with stories themselves.  Teaching a lesson (or learning one) just won't do.

Anyway, after carefully grooming the data I seem to arrive at no conclusion -- most people don;t have those kinds of dreams and of the few who do there seem to be as many women as men -- so forget it.

It does suggest though the need for a real taxonomy of dreams:  not an analytic mode or method, we are far from that pace Freud and others, but a simple taxonomy, like the meme structure of folktales.  SO you can wake up and say oh one of those.  We do that anyway of course, but this would be science, like.

The Forgotten Errand.
The Big Nice House  (this one is cognate to the New Apartment, which in my dreams is always a wonderful refuge, sometimes with free meals or similar).
The Big Nice Elaborately Produced City.
The Big Guy who makes me Guilty/Nervous/Anxious
The Rock Band that Needs my Help (this can't, at least in this form, be a permanent fixture of mentality, though it might have earlier cognates. e.g.  The Shaman who Neeeds me to Beat the Drum.  In my case it was auditioning to replace the bassist in the Paul Butterfield Blues Band, a band I never even listened to much.)
Meeting Dead People who Act Alive
Being Dead but Still Alive
Meeting Famous Dead People who Act Alive

... well I seem to be drifitng into inconsequence, like the Chinese Encyclopedia. 


Comments

tomsdisch
Jan. 23rd, 2007 03:15 pm (UTC)
Believing dreams
In fiction that seems always to be a good rule. For instance the movie I saw yesterday: Pan's Labyrinth, and in so many others about magic kingdoms where moral choices are utterly relevant. Surely after those dreams about your father you must have had a different relationship with him, and he with you. Even if, or just because, he didn't exist any more. A good part of all our social life (in our heads) is with nonexistent people. Esp. those of us who write fiction. It would be interesting to know from musicians if when they dream of "other music" it is attached to particular characters/musicians. My imaginary architectures exist in themselves, though they observe the decorums of period style. Some cathedrals are baroque, some gothic, come contempo. The best are in High Baroque style, Il Jesu in Rome, or Boromini. I never dream original music--but surely musicians must. Charlie was a musician but wouldn't talk about his dreams.