Weird dreams about books/authors

I think this is common as so many of us read just before we go to sleep. What you are reading forms your last conscious thoughts.

My girlfriend woke me up a couple of months ago where I was dreaming about pretending to be an animal to scare off some baddies.

"Mike, stop oinking in your sleep."

LMAO -- granted, I've never (to my knowledge) oinked in my sleep, but I've sputtered some astounding phrases whilst dreaming I'm in the middle of a book (or books). One time I was hollering (according the ex and the child), "Everyone get below deck and grab the monkeys!" I believe this was the week I read "Curious George" to my nephews and read "The Perfect Storm" to my ex.

I woke up once thinking I had written a fantastic poem (I wrote it down immediately). In the morning I found I had written: There are no fragile dogs in heaven, marry whom you will.

I often write great poetry while I sleep. I can't usually recall any of it, unless I write it down. Another dream-poem:

We had but one thing for dinner,
a tooth,
and that was passed around
several times
before it was clipped down.

Many great and important people
sat at either end of the table
discussing
whether it is nobler to live
or to die.

What was the question?
I forget.
What is the answer?

Look out, T.S. E. Here I come!

One more. I dreamed I had a child's picture book with title "Christ Walked Among the Crucified."-- Inside there was a picture of a huge tree, no leaves, but many long thorns, and upon each thorn, impaled at the middle, was a man, woman, or child doubled over in agony. The next page showed the same people, smiling, and all with little bandages in their middle where the thorns had been removed. The text said, "And with His touch, He healed the wounds Of those who died FOR HIM."

What does that mean, I wonder? Most likely nothing. In iambs even. I ought to get a book on the interpretation of dreams. What would Dr. Freud say?

pepek - ummm...are you being serious? I think, since you deliberately capitalized the He and Him that you know what you're talking about. Please don't bring any huge christian themes into this - it is neither the time nor the place. thank you.

Apology, pepek. I am WAY too sensitive about religious themes right now. I am just very suspicious of the current US administrations ties to the fundamentalist christian church - and, as a media criticism major, I spend most of my time watching, and analyzing the news.
I'm a mess - it's the end of the semester, I have five papers about Iraq to write, and I watched Rumsfelds testimony - all of it - yesterday.
Meanwhile, my father was a minister and my brother is at divinity school, so christianity is my background, and my background shapes whatever faith I have.
If I was the president, I would have immediately flown to Iraq. I would have made a speech that included a promise that the Abu Ghraib prison would be torn down, and that the Iraqi people would be in charge of making it into a park or a memorial. I would have asked for Rumsfelds resignation - effective immediately.
But I'm not the president - and I do apolpogize for getting on my high horse towards you. The world is in a big mess, and I am in the midst of analyzing it in ten page papers that go no further than my three points further towards a degree.

pepek - let me fall upon my sword once again. The poetry you post - and that we share - should have stopped me from labeling you. xo Alison

Apology accepted, tho' not needed. It was not meant to be anything but what it was--a strange dream. (I did think that there was a sort of interesting twist at the end, in that the usual thinking is that He died for them, and not They for him....(?))

By the way, I wish you WERE President. I'll vote for you. I'll send money for your campaign (not much, but at least I can go door-to-door and collect for your coffers) *smile*

Maybe the Muslims are right. Maybe we ARE the Great Satan....

I think that is the only religious(?) dream I ever had, except maybe one where a bunch of flourencent angels turned into Country=Western singers with guitars and cowboy boots. I don't even LIKE country-western music.

Thanks pepek. I am getting us so off thread - but maybe not, because I feel like this IS a weird dream. I keep listening to these people - not just the administration, but Congress as well. I watched every minute of that testimony yesterday - and I can't believe the entire U.S. is not calling for Rumsfelds resignation.
My actual dreams are generally very peaceful, and I do tend to drop into books that drop off my chest as I fall asleep. The sad thing is - this is what I look forward to, and I awake expecting more death and destruction in MY name. Oh well - the semesters almost over. I can take a break from Iraq for a day or so...and concentrate on the ongoing human suffering here..."for the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand" xo Alison

I had (understandably) horrible dreams while and after reading We Wish to Inform You That Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families (which, I'll give a plug to here - it's an incredible read). The dreams were basically a merging of holocaust and Rwanadan genocide histories, with family members being those killed. Pretty ugly.

On the other hand, as a child I used to have wonderful dreams about horses after reading anything by Marguerite Henry (which pretty much ended when I was thrown from a horse, had brain surgery, and kind of gave-up on my dream of running away to be a cowgirl). But I still remember the dream-feeling of riding wild horses, bareback. Beautiful.

Alison - you're not alone in your reaction to the hearings - hang-in there with your courses and then take a break from the news media for a while - it'll help you maintain your sanity.

I had horrible dreams the other week after reading "Safe Area Gorazde," a graphic novel by Joe Sacco about Bosnia. The drawings made the dream all the more vivid, too.

On a different note, I also had a dream that my friend and I were walking in an outdoor labyrinth of hedges and flowers when out of nowhere a zombie-fied Clifford Chatterley tried to run us down in his motorized wheelchair. I put this down to reading too much D.H. Lawrence and all of those zombie movies that are around right now.

I had this dream, right. There were these two blind midgets and I was in a purple bunny costume-

Oh, literary dreams... Yah, no, I don't have those.

Thank you so much for dealing with my tiny nervous breakdown. I'm still in the midst of it - but thank goodness for this site.

However, Vermont Girl, just like with the peanut butter you leave us all awaiting more details.

Also, I read "We Wish To Inform You.." and "Safe Area Gorazde", so perhaps I assault my psyche too much.Both excellent. Another good assault on the psyche is "When Broken Glass Floats", about Cambodia. The author is now an MD, here - I just love it when refugees from war torn countries manage to complete medical school AND write moving, lyrical memoirs while I continue to be fascinated with my belly button. Anyway, its a great book.

I was reading a biog of Mozart on school camp (many) years ago and sat up in the middle of the night, yelled out 'GO HOME MOZART' and went back to sleep. Thus firmly establishing my reputation in high school for being the ultimate in freaks. A reputation I carry proudly to this day :>