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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. 


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(Anonymous)
Jan. 23rd, 2007 10:01 pm (UTC)
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As a variation on the Back-In-School dream, what about finding yourself back in a job that oppressed you? (In my case, the restaurant business.) And for many years, I used to have a dream that I'd unwittingly reenlisted in the military---but this is probably particular to those of us who've been in the service. What about the Big Threatening House, or the claustrophobic one, or the one that's permanently under construction (this last might be peculiar to homeowners)? I have a recurring dream situation where I'm trying to get from one end of town to the other, usually along a waterfront, and the only way to get there is through everybody else's houses or apartments, a long chain of them linked together---obviously trespassing, invading other people's privacy, and at risk of being caught in the act---and, like Alice, the exits get smaller and harder to find, until the journey dead-ends or circles back on itself.
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