I dreamt of a colleague who in real life had just died.
I am at his funeral, walking into the crematorium. I am shocked to see him there. He is standing against something, with beige shorts and a white short, legs crossed. I ask him “is that you, are you really here?” He says “yes”. I then poke his arm to see if he is real. I then ask him if he was in my dream last week saying goodbye to me, and letting me know that he was happy, feeling free, and that he wasn’t wearing a mask anymore. With cheeky grin, like he knows more than I do, he told me “yes, that was me.” He looks cocky and happy, watching what is going on in the funeral. The dream then shifted to me weeing on a toilet. He says to me “what is real and what is not?” I woke up and go to the loo.
The Netherlands, 36th conference of the International Association for the Study of Dreams, 25th June 2019
The society of dolphins, below water, want to ameliorate the communication between dolphins and humans. The have sent their best speaker to come to the land, they come to me because I am an electronic engineer and can translate their speech of a series of sounds. He walks upright on his dolphin tail, but is unsteady. I point to the sun as I know that dolphins see the sun when they stick their heads above water. I say the word sun in English, and in Danish, the dolphin imitates me and says sun with his thick lips. I then proceed with numbers, I put up one finger and the dolphin nods once, I put up two fingers and the dolphin nods twice. I am proud that I am the first human to speak to a dolphin, the first to speak to another species. The dolphin then points to the harvested wheat field and asks what it is. I try to explain plants and the wheat field and the harvest and seasons, but he can’t understand as these do not occur under the water. But I am content that we have communicated.
I am in a corridor, with my back to one wall, there is an open wall opposite. I am wearing a waterproof anorak, my head is bowed, I have longer hair than in real life. There is a locked black gate, like a portcullis to a medieval castle. I am distressed as I have left my flat, I can’t go back and can’t change my mind. There are no people but I hear two voices, one says “you have the flat for life, you can die there if you want”, the other is a fortune teller, over-dramatically saying she cannot tell me of my future due to her dread. I am then at a beach, swimming in the sea. I have a brown torso and pasty white legs, with hair to my waist, and a beard and moustache. I swim out to sea and can’t see the shore. As it is a bay I know that if I swim in one direction I will likely meet land, and so I choose a direction and do then get to land. However, it is a mile from my clothes and tent, and I walk to them.
I am flying over terrain and rivers and roads and come down in Islamabad. I know it is there as I am outside a hospital and can see huge black crows in the dry grass of the hospital grounds. The hospital has smooth cement walls outside and inside, no decoration. I am then in a hospital room, it has a metal framed bed but nothing else, no equipment. I am watching the woman in the room, she has a long shawl and faceless body, like a ghoul. She goes into the bathroom, a smaller room with no window, very little light. There is an old squat toilet, a stool, and a bucket for a bath. I know it is my mother’s aunt, she dies in the room, the water she is washing with has killed her. I don’t see any fear, or pain.
There is a small fluffy brown furred dog, two months old, the size of my hand. It looks weak. It is with its mother and five or six siblings, which are growing. I feel mutual attachment between me and the dog. I am worried about its health and so I put it in a small bag and carry it with me all the time. I am then in a large bright room, and we are fighting colourful cartoon zombies. Our weapons are children’s toys, and sticks, one person shot a zombie which turned into dust. I wanted the dog to be OK, I felt it and its body was cold, I thought it had died and I was sad. But after a while its body became warm and I was relieved.
Sleep and Memory conference, Paris Institute for Advanced Study, 6-7th June 2019. Dream of organising two operations for my brother
I am in a hospital in a city in Switzerland. I have arranged for my brother to have two operations, and he has travelled to the city so as to have the operations in one day. The first is on his mouth and throat. I am then waiting at the second hospital, I am in a room with the doctors. My brother phones me and says that he cannot make the second operation as he cannot have another anaesthetic that day. I am annoyed with myself for organising him to do so much in one day.