The nuclear holocaust dream

posted by Jeff | Wednesday, March 24, 2004, 8:48 AM | comments: 4
In addition to the radio dream where I can't get songs queued fast enough and have dead air, I also frequently have a nuclear holocaust dream.

There's never any death or even significant destruction in these dreams, but generally it's kind of dark and dreary, and the real conflict in these dreams is that I'm always looking for someone. When I was in high school (yeah, I've been having this dream that long), I was never looking for anyone in particular, but in the last ten years or so I'm always looking for my wife, Stephanie.

There are always other people I know that I run into, mostly family members and some friends, but I always bypass them and keep looking for Steph. I'm never in an outright panic in these dreams, but rather I try to play like everything's cool, and I'll hook up with her pretty soon. If I stay sleeping long enough, sometimes I find her, and other times I don't. In those cases where I wake up, I try to fall back asleep to continue the dream.

I try to look at the dream from some kind of abstract point of view, to figure out what it means, but I never really arrive at any conclusions.

In some instances there are some peripheral details or sub-plot. Last night, I had to get some children into a shelter just before the blast. Then I saw the blast, but it was more like a theme park special effect than an actual nuclear explosion. After that, I ran into my aunt and uncle who had parts of a Huss Enterprise ride to put together, so the kids could ride it. Some guy, someone from the neighborhood I guess, didn't want me to put it together, and the kids were sad.

A shrink could have a lot of fun with my dreams.



March 24, 2004, 2:54 PM # Dreams are always fun to look at. In high school, my friend, a.k.a. my shrink, would have fun picking my fucked up thoughts apart. I can't remember any of them at the time, but I do remember a dream of his.

His house was built as a tower. The tower had a spiral slide in the center of the house, which provided means from getting to different rooms. His room was the very last "stop". He kept missing his room and this would result in his death, or something tragic like that.

Dreams are great...


March 24, 2004, 3:41 PM # Gee, and here I just dream about getting it on with former girlfriends (and the current one, and some women I know that I'm physically attracted to but never dated) at the same time.

Yes, I'm greedy in my dreams. Anything wrong with that? ;)


March 24, 2004, 3:51 PM # Nothing wrong with that Greg! The more mental nookie the better.


March 24, 2004, 4:45 PM # I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not, but I don't have re-occurring dreams. Mine just seem like a smoked something before going to bed.

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