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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. 23rd, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
dreams and echoes
Of course I have been getting at this very topic in my recent posts through such labyrinthine subordinate clauses that nobody has noticed. I'm happy to see it brought clearly to the forefront, and much more productively.

I had at least two and perhaps three dreams after my father's death, spaced a month apart from each other, in which he came back, completely aware he was dead but wanting an update on how things were going in the old home town. In one of them, I finally worked up the courage to ask what had been happening with him in the intervening month, but just as he was about to answer, the dog outside (in the dream; this was set at the family home in Florida) began barking loudly, drowning out his words and eventually waking me up.

There was no sound going on in the real world to correspond to the dog barking; in the world we live in, the dog did nothing in the nighttime.
Jan. 23rd, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
Re: dreams and echoes
Ah yes -- the schemes our dream producer gets up to to cover what he can't or doesn't know -- maps that can't be read, lectures on iomportant topics that can't be read. I remember auditioning for a part in a Shakespeare play and being unable toread the text, it was printed in something like old German black-letter. I woke up and htought Well sure -- what's my mind going to do, supply the Shakespeare text from memory?

ALl the more so when the very most important questions are to be answered.