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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 11:16 pm (UTC)
I would add to the Big Nice House dream, a house (at least in my dreams) like Edgewood (like I imagine Edgewood to be). A house with many and changing passages and turns, a house I feel that at least in some way I "live" in, but that has vast spaces that I do not know. In each different dream (I visit this place often) I see some rooms I know, and then begin to travel and find rooms and halls I have not seen before. I meet assorted people, some of which I know on whatever level, and some I have never met. Always interesting, and I always wake with a sense that I have actually been somewhere with those people, doing something Important. Of course, I can't remember what.

There is also a place I call the "Astral Dorm", where a number of my friends "live". Everyone has a room and the walls are all glass, so I can see into parts of this seemingly endless structure that would be far away if I were to walk but in dreamspace seem nearer. There are "common rooms" that connect the various rooms, and the inhabitants meet there to talk or hang out or whatever. It feels sort of like a switchboard, in some ways, if you want to talk to someone in a dream, go there, and see if they are home. Frequently the rooms are empty,
Jan. 23rd, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
The Astral Dorm hereby added to the meme list.