Dreams

[Slim]

I had a Kiss concert dream last night. I think I know what prompted it. Yesterday I went into the loft to look for a spare LED bulb, and I noticed my tour programme from 1983.

So I'm near the front of the stage. It's an outdoor gig. The band aren't playing, but they're on stage. Some of the road crew are standing next to me, chatting among themselves. Gene Simmons is up on the stage a few feet away from me. But he's just standing around wearing a pair of old faded jeans and a t-shirt. He has reading glasses on. No makeup.

[David L]

I had a Kiss concert dream last night. I think I know what prompted it. Yesterday I went into the loft to look for a spare LED bulb, and I noticed my tour programme from 1983.

So I'm near the front of the stage. It's an outdoor gig. The band aren't playing, but they're on stage. Some of the road crew are standing next to me, chatting among themselves. Gene Simmons is up on the stage a few feet away from me. But he's just standing around wearing a pair of old faded jeans and a t-shirt. He has reading glasses on. No makeup.

What's the hair like? 

[Slim]

I'm in the restaurant car on a train. The waiter arrives with my main course, smartly dressed in black trousers and a white tunic. He explains that they didn't have any chips, so they've substituted new potatoes. He's Ed Miliband.

[Slim]

I'm sharing a small office with three other people, two girls in their 20s and Neil Young. It's 1970s Neil, not the 78 year old we know and love today. Neil pulls an acoustic guitar out from behind his office chair and sings Harvest Moon (which, thinking about it now, didn't come out until the '90s).

After he's finished, one of the girls starts singing, accompanied by the other one playing bass guitar. Her bass is like a Steinberger, a headless bass with a small body. But it's tiny. It's only about  two feet long, from the end of the neck to the end of the body. I don't know the song.

After they've finished, the singer asks me if I want to go to a nightclub with her later. It's a place called "Time". I say yes. She's clearly interested in me and she's attractive. Then I remember I'm married and I have to tell her I can't.

In my late 20s I was in a long term relationship with someone I adored but occasionally young women would come on to me or show an interest and I just couldn't help myself .. I even went out with a couple of them, only to perform a screeching handbrake turn and pull the plug before it went too far, which of course left both parties involved feeling a bit gutted, certainly including myself. Woke up this morning feeling that same cocktail of emotions.

[The Picnic Wasp]

A crazy hotchpotch of seemingly unending nonsense. The only clip I can remember is my former IT manager examining bruises on my legs confirming Lyme disease but not qualified to prescribe a month of antibiotics. This linked into being given someone's football season ticket book which unravelled into streams of raffle ticket like strips of paper with stickers on them. Going to the very weird turnstiles on an outdoor escalator I struggled to get really tight fitting gardening gloves off in order to retrieve my ticket. I had to ask a friend for assistance.

Three of us (one whom I bumped into this week out of the blue and who informed me he's moving to Wales) got on a ferry on the Clyde to get to the game. This very large ship sailed down river at great speed, narrowly missing other smaller vessels but ploughing over a large jetty, decked area. Just before the end of the dream a couple of rowdy youths made comments about my hairstyle and threw fruit at me.

The only snippet of football which appeared was two reserve teams playing in scruffy strips which didn't match anyone else's. Clearly the paracetamol wore off during the night. I wish there was a way to declutter the mind for sleep.

Edit: I think I've had the speeding ship dream before. I wonder what triggers that fear.

[dom]

A lot to dissect there!

I often have a dream about being asked to get up on stage and play guitar despite not being able to play a note I seem to get by.

Been feeling a bit down recently (probably mum's passing has a lot to do with it) but I had the same dream but not so pleasant.

It was a Kiss concert and Gene asked me up. I played really badly and the whole audience could tell. Then a security guard motioned for me to get off the stage spotting me for the fraud I was. I put the guitar down to leave and somehow managed to break the neck. I decided not to say anything.

[The Picnic Wasp]

I have too few dreams about playing guitar etc considering it occupies a lot of my waking thinking. I used to occasionally dream that I could ride a motorbike, something I longed to do when I was young but was discouraged (probably wisely) by my family. Also haven't had a flying dream for years. I used to dream that I could lean forwards, lift my legs off the ground and propel myself at about head head height at controllable speed. These started to get out of hand and I would find myself falling from roof height although I don't remember there ever being impact.

[Slim]

Weird cocktail of dreams this morning. In one of them I'm on a huge aircraft carrier, and another aircraft carrier is following us. The aircraft carrier I'm on takes off into the sky, exactly like an AIrbus taking off from Manchester Airport. I look back at the other ship, still floating on the ocean surface.

Later I'm talking to one of the officers on the carrier, I want to find some ammunition for a futuristic rifle weapon I've found that fires explosive projectiles. To clear some space on a crowded beach (I know it sounds nonsensical and psychopathic, what can I say).

I'm talking to Noel Gallagher. We're on a cruise ship. He's being very pally, I think we're on holiday together.

Finally, not long before I wake up, I'm looking at some sort of structure, like a circular metal antenna. It's green. But I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I'm fascinated that I can actually see it in normal vision, ie not my "mind's eye".

[Slim]

https://pi.ai/discover

[The Picnic Wasp]

Another recurring theme work related dream. I'm in a mundane job, not investigative or with any influential powers, but I'm aware that colleagues are not recording details pertinent to a probable case of serial killing. In this case the guilty party is a drab, middle aged women working on a smallish boat on a city river. I do my best to relay this information to someone in authority. In the dream it is a friend I went to school with. He assumes me he will do his best to take some actions but that due to the lack of attention to detail it would be a very complex case.

As I've stated before, I'm forever grateful to Matt for bringing Dunning Kruger to my attention, as it explains perfectly and without the need for me to attempt to find the correct words to convey the multiple frustrations I had in the workplace, particularly over the final ten years or so. I'm sure now that this is where my recurring troublesome work related dreams stem from. I have to think carefully before I type this though as Gallien-Krueger usually springs to mind initially. Once a bass player I suppose. Interestingly autofill made that Galilean-Krueger.

[Slim]

Strange one this morning. I'm doing some sort of psychological evaluation test with a psychoanalyst, a woman in her 40s. One of the questions goes like this: she shows me a large photograph with six pastries and cakes on it, a bit like the selection you'd find at an afternoon tea. The question is: if you could have one of those now, which one would you choose?

I choose a square one with caramel icing and two little chocolate logs on top.

Then after the test, she says - by the way would you like one of those cakes? But now they aren't a photo, they're an actual tray with cakes on it. I realise it's a trap, intended to find out if I answered the question honestly. I realise I don't actually want the one I chose in the test, I want the jam tart with whipped cream on top. But I thank her and pick the one I chose in the test.

Later: a Rush dream. Haven't had one for a while. Pretty straightforward one, the band is playing Closer To The Heart, a song I've never particularly liked. I'm a few rows back from the front. It's an arena gig. The entire crowd is singing along at the top of its collective voice, Newcastle Chorus style.

The only odd thing is that the band changes appearance, it's more like I'm watching a video montage of clips stitched together from different stages of their career.

[Slim]

I dreamed I was in a relationship with Rachel Reeves. We're sitting across a desk from each other, somewhere in Westminster. I'm in the outgoing Tory cabinet. She's in the incoming Labour cabinet, and of course I have to vacate the office now to make way for the new government. Naturally it's putting a bit of a strain on our relationship.

Priti Patel puts her head round the door. Have I moved my stationery to the new opposition premises? She asks.

Later, I'm lying in bed with Priti. I think about giving her a squeeze but I remind myself that we're just colleagues. In the dream it's normal for colleagues to sleep together. Possibly to cut down on hotel expenses.

[Slim]

I dreamed I had a sore finger. I give it a prod, then a squeeze. It starts spurting a thin stream of pus like a hose.

[The Picnic Wasp]

I dreamed there was about to be a nuclear strike to the west of my home. I lay face down at the top of my garden at a spot I believed to be the most secure. I warned the person beside me to put their fingers in their ears and just as I did too there was a huge explosion which I heard very clearly and loudly in my sleep. This part surprised me. There was no blast wave thereafter and I think I either awoke slightly or drifted to another dream scene.

[Matt2112]

First ever dream I can remember that took place in space.

I'm an astronaut on some sort of lone space walk which initially feels exciting but then almost immediately feels uncomfortable, and then somewhat distressing as I seem to lose control of my bearings and start spinning around helplessly.

I can't see anything other than the blackness of literally empty space - no stars, no Earth, no space station...just the blackness.

No idea what might have prompted it.