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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. 


Jan. 22nd, 2007 10:55 pm (UTC)
I often have a Big House Dream-- with rooms one after the other and secret passageways and spaces between walls... and lots of furniture. I also dream about a Big Elaborate City where everything is self contained and there are elevators and escalators everywhere. Sometimes it's like an extensive mall and sometimes I sense that it's floating in the ocean or in space.

I dream a lot about passageways, elevators and escalators. Sometimes the elevators are glass and travel outside of the house or city and sometimes they are small and dark and seem to swivel and swing and travel on diagonals.

I rarely dream of other people unless they are strangers.

I recently dreamt about a cathedral. I was with two men I had never met before and we were running around the cathedral. Not in a panic or for fun, but more as if we were examining the size of the place. And we had no pants on.