In a recent dream, a Gandhi-like figure in a white khadi wrap-around is sitting on a couch in the middle of a landfill. I then see his face close-up. It is very wrinkled and reddened. I am likely the “Gandhi”.
Wrinkles represent wisdom, according to a dream dictionary. A sunburn may indicate a...
In a January 2 dream, I am trudging through snow in an arctic landscape when I reach a white door on the side of a hill. I knock on the door, and it opens. I enter a small room, perhaps a boot room. I see another door and knock on it. A man lets me in. I find myself seated in a nicely appointed...
In a dream on December 19, I saw a half-naked wretched man sitting on the ground. Horns start growing out of his head and he looks down to see if he still has a penis.
I thought the figure was me and I had been transformed into a demon by my “satanic” writings.
However, three days later, while...
In a recent dream I am in a forest of widely spaced trees with narrow trunks surrounded by grasses a few inches tall. In the distance I see large mammals and suspect I may be in a post-dinosaur era of giant sloths and saber-tooth tigers. Then, about sixty feet away, I see a predator running...
In a recent dream, I am in a theatre or opera house with an elderly lady who complains, “Why am I here to watch this awful show?” An emcee acknowledges but dismisses the bad reviews and enthusiastically announces the beginning of the show. The show starts with a badly performed song, which the...
In a recent dream, I am backstage in a Broadway theater where the shows are becoming more lavish and professional, but the staff feels under pressure. I see two or three racks of costumes. I then see an actor wandering about. He is from a show that ended a long time ago.
I look out at the...
In a dream from last night, I have taken a brain out of a head and put it into a transparent pouch, but the brain shrinks like a deflated balloon. My late mother is alarmed. I rush to put the brain on my dining room table. I connect a cord from the pouch to an electric outlet and turn on a...
In a dream from last night, I am inside a Walmart in Vacaville although the store layout appears different. I and four or five young men and women in their mid to late 20s are planning to destroy the store by rearranging the shelves and aisles. We can move them easily. I push some to the front...
... that every reality is like a process of dreaming by a higher reality, which in turn itself too is a process of dreaming by an even higher reality, and so on. And does that thesis claim a finite number of layers of realities or infinite?
Millions of people in America are working hard simply to survive. All to the point that there's no room to invest in their future. And society doesn't help them get out of that trap. The American Dream is dead.
Anyone here who agrees?