Had several cool flashes of dreams I had this weekend come to me in the daytime

Of course, this weekend here in Florida we had a hurricane blow through.

Over the past couple of days, I've had some pretty interesting and intense shocking flashbacks, little bits of dreams that I only remember pieces of, that happened during the weekend.

The earliest one was from a few days ago, I think it happened Friday night. See, I knew that Saturday was going to be spent waiting out the hurricane (it started to blow in earnest in the evening, though), so I think that influenced the dream. Later on Saturday, I remembered that I had been driving a van (that I don't have) that was all cluttered up inside with my stuff (that reflects the reality of my household at the moment), and I was driving past fields. At various times I was either in or not in the van, actually. And I think I was at a camp at some point. But most important was that it came to be night time, and I was driving along the highway, like I-95 here in Florida, and there was debris all over the roadway, and I had to pick my way along very carefully, for fear of disablying my van. (I keep picturing a really boxy, old van like the Scooby Doo Mystery Machine from the cartoons.)

Then on Saturday night, I had a dream that came back to me in the afternoon on Sunday. How is it that you can remember a point when you were fully aware of everything that happened in a dream, and yet now you can't remember it? I know that at some point I must have come nearly awake and been like, "Wow, I remember all this stuff I dreamed," but then I went back to sleep and when I woke up the next day all I remember is the snippets I remember now.

Well anyway, in this dream, the standout event was that I was outside a screen enclosure that had a swimming pool inside it. My ex girlfriend was there -- a girl I really loved strongly for a long time. In the dream, I felt as though I made a powerful realization -- she was sending me very subtle signals, body language, that she wanted me to love again, and wanted me to pick up on the unspoken truth of that. So I was like, EPIPHANY, she loves me again! and I just had this swell of supreme confidence take over since now I knew moving in on her was totally welcome and desired. So I went around to some door or opening in the screen enclosure, and followed to where she had gone inside. She was waiting for me, gratified that I had taken the hint that I should "take" her. I remember putting my hands on her hips or her butt, and very gently pulled her toward me and we kissed several times, very lightly but with intense passion nonetheless.

So this dream is another incarnation of a recurring theme -- that of getting her back. It's taken me years to finally be "over her," but that does not mean that I don't still fantasize that it could be like it once was, when we were a lot younger. I realize now that in reality, she's got issues that make a relationship with her a no-go -- but she was the one who broke up with me (probably because of those issues, now that I think of it). What I mean is, even if she were to come to me and want to restart our relationship, I'd have to consider it carefully. That's how I knew when I was finally "over her": I knew that if she threw herself at me, I'd be cautious about accepting the offer.

So anyway, I've dreamed a lot about getting her back as a lover.

But the surprising thing was that today, in the elevator at work, I was alone going down and I got to thinking about my pocketknife, a Spyderco "Military" -- which commonly rides in my back pocket. It's a pretty large folding knife that you can find pics of easily on the net if you want to see.

Anyway, as soon as I was in the elevator, and thought for some reason about my knife in my pocket, I suddenly was jolted with a flash memory from a dream I had last night: the only image I have is a memory that in the dream, something was endangering me, some person was a threat, so even as I was being grabbed or something, I reached into my back pocket and took out this knife -- which is designed to be opened with only one hand, by rotating the blade open with your thumb -- and I opened it and swung it in an arc to my right, and I caught some bad guy right on the arm and essentially sliced it wide open, a huge, flowing gash! I remember feeling like I had passed a point of no return like you would expect if you ever had to use lethal force to do serious harm to someone. There's such a point, I guess, when you use a 3.75" razor-sharp knife to slash at someone's arm, that you feel "Oh shit, I'm either saving my life or getting myself into some really serious legal shit!"

It was just so odd to have the memory triggered like that. It happens more now than it used to, that something in my day will be similar enough to what happened in my dream that I suddenly remember the previous night's dream even at odd times during the day.

So I just thought I'd share.

Does anyone else get reminded of dreams that they might never have remembered, just because something jars them into it during the waking time?

-Jeffrey

 

Yeah, that happen's to me too sometimes. I usually don't remember that much of my dreams when I wake up, but throughout the day remember bits and pieces of them. I never remember a whole dream, though I wish I did. Recently I haven't really been remembering anything at all but I think that's just because I've been really exhausted and I've basically been just passed out when I've slept.

 

I don't mean to say I have memorable dreams every night; but I do dream a lot, and I do generally remember them well -- usually the whole thing, or enough of it to spur the rest of it into memory. That's kind of what makes it so peculiarly noticable when I get jarred by a memory of a dream in the middle of the day because something in real life is similar to something in the dream.

If you've ever seen the movie The Dead Zone, it feels something like when Johnny Smith has a vision (a "spell," as he calls them), and you hear that high-pitched violin swipe, and he jolts physically and stares off into space. Of course, I don't have a soundtrack, so you don't hear that violin note, and I also don't really jolt like he does, but it hits me like a shock suddenly. That's how it happened when I remembered the knife slash the other night.

-Jeffrey