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I wouldn't be one of those in the white coats! Barmy Milly...
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I had a bad grammar dream the night before last! A girl had been awarded a trophy and on it was a silver plate with writing in capital letters...I can't recall all the words now but it was along the lines of: ...AWARDED TO SARAH FOR THEIR EXCELLENT...etc etc and I was getting very agitated shouting "It's HER NOT THEIR!!!" but no one took any notice of me!  This had been preceded by a teaching dream. I worked today but now I'm on holiday at last (though I'll be going in during August to get ready for September). I have fewer teaching dreams during August but then they start up again just before term does. Do most people here dream about their work? I'm getting rather fed up with it!  |
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #63 on: 02:22:05, 31-07-2007 » |
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One of my favourite press advertisements many years ago now, a photograph of a beautiful stone inscription in roman letters:
T O E R R I S H U M O N
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« Reply #64 on: 09:18:51, 31-07-2007 » |
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Last night I dreamt I had a room in a sort of Hall of Residence called Springtide. I think it was in London, but it overlooked a large square or park that reminded me of St Isaac's Square in St Petersburg. The room was entirely white, and so was the building. both inside and out so far as I could tell. Some students (?) were having a very civilised meal and discussion on a balcony immediately below my room. One of them, male, dark-haired, was wearing a dark pink shirt, the only colour in the dream. I couldn't see faces.
I went to have a bath in a sort of block of bathrooms, also white, all a bit like a hospital. I've dreamt about this place before - never been anywhere similar in real life. I didn't have things I needed for the bath so went back to my room, to find it occupied by a young woman with a small child, a boy of about 4, both unfamiliar but quite clear. We had a bit of a row and I told her I was going downstairs to see the Bursar (?) to tell her it was my room. Someone I honestly think was Time_is_Now came to support me!!!!
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« Reply #65 on: 09:30:49, 31-07-2007 » |
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« Reply #66 on: 09:45:06, 31-07-2007 » |
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That's a lovely dream, Mary! In fact I was thinking so as I read it, even before I appeared in it.
I slept very deeply last night, and I don't remember any dreams just now, though they may come back to me later.
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« Reply #68 on: 09:55:46, 31-07-2007 » |
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That sounds rather Connaught Hall, University of London, which overlooks Tavistock Square: a hall in which I spent two very happy years whilst at KCL. The Bursar, whose face I can still see clearly (although I can't recall her name right now) would have certainly sorted things out for you with a minimum of fuss.
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« Reply #69 on: 10:36:59, 31-07-2007 » |
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I think I'd rather not know what Freud might make of it  . I see he comes into The White Hotel, which I haven't read. Freud is largely discredited now, isn't he? I think the whiteness may be connected with various opera productions I'd been thinking or reading about - there was a white Turn of the Screw somewhere, and wasn't that ENO (?WNO) Hansel and Gretel largely white? I did live in a Univ of London hall once (a large Georgian house for selected postgraduates in the middle of Regent's Park - gave me quite unrealistic ideas about living in London!) - but my dream place bore no resemblance to it. It was much more modern, vaguely Art Deco. What seems strange to me about dreams generally is that you can dream in detail about people and places you've apparently never seen. I can still see the face of the little boy in my dream, and he isn't like any child I've ever known. |
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Ok, in last nights dream, I was talking to my wife and I said "did you see the plastic skeleton hanging in the window?" I then asked her again. I'd obviously spoken it the second time as I woke up just after that and she was laughing her head off.  Weird... |
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« Reply #71 on: 13:21:01, 31-07-2007 » |
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« Reply #73 on: 13:36:46, 31-07-2007 » |
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I had a dream last night, I kid you not, that Peter Maxwell Davies was trying to kill me. He was actually quite creative about it, until he gave up and just started shooting at me (at which point I finally learned his identity). I am particularly proud of my subconscious for coming up with the idea of murder via poisoned fireplace log. |
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« Reply #74 on: 13:42:01, 31-07-2007 » |
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(at which point I finally learned his identity) You mean you didn't guess when he tried to knock you out with a magic square? ... |
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