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Oct. 4th, 2005 07:39 pmLast night I had *my* dream. Since I stopped smoking I have started dreaming again and I have been looking forward to The Dream making an appearance and last night it did.
It's always roughly the same, although the setting and related details vary somewhat. I have had it many, many times - and I always thoroughly enjoy it.
The core of the dream is: I get into a lift - the lift sets off but instead of going either down or up it zooms crazily through a whole series of sideways / up / down manoeuvres, usually through dark and mysterious passages but generally ending up on a seafront.
Last night's dream was no exception. I took the lift at work down - there were three other people in it (two men and a woman, none of whom I knew) - the lift set off sideways, with suddenly see-through walls, rocketing around a series of bends, loops, and straights, zooming along for a long time. None of it was in the least frightening - it was very pleasurable and exciting.
It left us all in a vaguely Venetian square behind a breakwater. We exchanged pleasantries about how much we had enjoyed the lift. The three others knew each other and headed off to a nearby bar. I found myself tagging along with them - although I hadn't planned to. We went to the bar and drank wine together.
I woke up.
I recently read an article about the different types of dream that eating different cheeses provoke. Bizarrely, dreaming about "lifts that go sideways" was mentioned as being provoked by the consumption of Stilton. I ate no cheese last night - although my home-made cassoulet might be to blame.
It's always roughly the same, although the setting and related details vary somewhat. I have had it many, many times - and I always thoroughly enjoy it.
The core of the dream is: I get into a lift - the lift sets off but instead of going either down or up it zooms crazily through a whole series of sideways / up / down manoeuvres, usually through dark and mysterious passages but generally ending up on a seafront.
Last night's dream was no exception. I took the lift at work down - there were three other people in it (two men and a woman, none of whom I knew) - the lift set off sideways, with suddenly see-through walls, rocketing around a series of bends, loops, and straights, zooming along for a long time. None of it was in the least frightening - it was very pleasurable and exciting.
It left us all in a vaguely Venetian square behind a breakwater. We exchanged pleasantries about how much we had enjoyed the lift. The three others knew each other and headed off to a nearby bar. I found myself tagging along with them - although I hadn't planned to. We went to the bar and drank wine together.
I woke up.
I recently read an article about the different types of dream that eating different cheeses provoke. Bizarrely, dreaming about "lifts that go sideways" was mentioned as being provoked by the consumption of Stilton. I ate no cheese last night - although my home-made cassoulet might be to blame.
