I don't understand it . When I was working at Wrongway Regional Medical Center with all its stress, plus the normal life stressors, I typically had good dreams.
Now that I've been retired a year, and my stress level is down near zero , I have bad dreams. Not nightmares- just uncomfortable dreams, like not getting something done or TCB, and having to deal with the consequences.
Last night's dream included the scenario of finding an old man in a cornfield who had been neglected and was in need of hygienic and medical care. I called 911, gave a report, and did what I could until EMS and the PD arrived, but it was a very uncomfortable dream.
National Blah Blah Blah Day is "an impulse to do get the things done which people have been nagging you to do". My dreams are nagging me to do something and I'm not sure what that something is.
My Blah Blah Blah day should include organizing my Crap(ft) Room/Office so I can be more organized when I start my FNP program this Summer. Or the Guest/Laundry room full of 6-7 baskets of clean laundry...
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
53 minutes ago, TriciaJ said:
Well, Davey, I dearly love for my opinion to be requested.
And I, in return, value your opinion, TriciaJ.
I know of the concept of dreaming of someone else is the manifestation of a portion of our own personality or being. Recent routine health and dental checkups have come back with good results.
I exercise and work out every day and generally feel good. I do partake in a couple of vices that I will not go into because I don't give a Flying Fruit Basket of what others think that I should or should not do.
As I said in my OP, it was a portion of the entire dream. Previous to the cornfield, I had a little tiff with two female relatives. When I was in the cornfield, I first saw the old man's leg and thought it belonged to a mannequin. I was happy to find the leg, thinking that I could use it in my art. Then I saw it was attached to this ill, unkempt old man and immediately became concerned.
I have always been a reclusive type, but have reconnected, and stayed in touch with, a couple of old friends. My medical nurse wife Belinda is great company and my best friend, so I feel no lack... outside of missing my little sister Cat, who passed away last Spring.
I have been thinking of volunteering my art skills at the local Anomaly Little Theatre, but having to be around outgoing flamboyant types gives me reason to pause.
Thanks for your input, TriciaJ, it was much appreciated.
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
23 minutes ago, Curious1997 said:
You could start with doing something about the grass?
I think the dream is about the coming apocalypse and the part you will play when you go to Cincinnati and sit in a rocking chair in a corn field waiting for the people to come to you, so you can lead them to Colorado to confront those fake entertainers in Vegas and then you will open up a show called Tiger King !
As Holling Van Coeur said to Chris Stevens, after Chris recited Basho's "Crow on a Withered Branch" at a Town Hall meeting on the TV show Northern Exposure:
"Uh, for the life of me, (Obvious), I haven't a clue what you're talking about."
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
16 minutes ago, CalicoKitty said:
My Blah Blah Blah day should include organizing my Crap(ft) Room/Office so I can be more organized when I start my FNP program this Summer. Or the Guest/Laundry room full of 6-7 baskets of clean laundry...
As Robert De Niro's character, Dwight Hensen, said at the end of the movie This Boy's Life:
Specializes in Psych, Corrections, Med-Surg, Ambulatory.
18 minutes ago, Davey Do said:
And I, in return, value your opinion, TriciaJ.
I know of the concept of dreaming of someone else is the manifestation of a portion of our own personality or being. Recent routine health and dental checkups have come back with good results.
I exercise and work out every day and generally feel good. I do partake in a couple of vices that I will not go into because I don't give a Flying Fruit Basket of what others think should or should not do.
As I said in my OP, it was a portion of the entire dream. Previous to the cornfield, I had a little tiff with two female relatives. When I was in the cornfield, I first saw the old man's leg and thought it belonged to a mannequin. I was happy to find the leg, thinking that I could use it in my art. Then I saw it was attached to this ill, unkempt old man and immediately became concerned.
I have always been a reclusive type, but have reconnected, and stayed in touch with, a couple of old friends. My medical nurse wife Belinda is great company and my best friend, so I feel no lack... outside of missing my little sister Cat, who passed away last Spring.
I have been thinking of volunteering my art skills at the local Anomaly Little Theatre, but having to be around outgoing flamboyant types gives me reason to pause.
Thanks for your input, TriciaJ, it was much appreciated.
A Happy Blah Blah Blah Day to you!
Dreams have always intrigued me. My dreams have a recurrent theme that I haven't figured out yet.
A tiff with two female relatives, then a mannequin leg to be used in an art project that turned out to be connected to an actual person who was neglected and unwell. Very intriguing.
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
Just now, TriciaJ said:
A tiff with two female relatives, then a mannequin leg to be used in an art project that turned out to be connected to an actual person who was neglected and unwell. Very intriguing.
Pieces of reality. None of my relatives get along. The two sibs that I did get along with both died.
On my bicycle trips, I am always finding things that have fallen off vehicles, including two Craftsman ratchets, a large tie-down, a tow chain, and multiple assorted other goods. Just the other day, while driving on a lark with Belinda, I found a big ole camouflage tarp!
6 minutes ago, TriciaJ said:
Dreams have always intrigued me. My dreams have a recurrent theme that I haven't figured out yet.
Specializes in Psych, Corrections, Med-Surg, Ambulatory.
5 minutes ago, Davey Do said:
Pieces of reality. None of my relatives get along. The two sibs that I did get along with both died.
On my bicycle trips, I am always finding things that have fallen off vehicles, including two Craftsman ratchets, a large tie-down, a tow chain, and multiple assorted other goods. Just the other day, while driving on a lark with Belinda, I found a big ole camouflage tarp!
Care to share?
In my dreams, I'm always with a group of faceless, nameless people. We're in an odd location that bears no resemblence to any actual place; in fact there is a paucity of scenery. And we're always involved in purposeful, goal-directed activity as a team, but I can never say what that activity was, nor the goal. Maybe it's just a rehash of all those years of being a drone.
Now back to yours: a mannequin leg is an inanimate object, useful for an art project of inanimate objects. Then it turned out to be connected to a live, but neglected human. Interesting you considered the theatre project. Are you wanting to branch into a more live form of art?
I understand after being a psych nurse not wanting to deal with a lot of flamboyant types on your own time. (After all, drama is drama.) Maybe you want to look into poetry slams? Karaoke? Dressing up like the Statue of Liberty or a mattress for local businesses? The possibilites are quite endless for a man of your talents.
As Holling Van Coeur said to Chris Stevens, after Chris recited Basho's "Crow on a Withered Branch" at a Town Hall meeting on the TV show Northern Exposure:
"Uh, for the life of me, (Obvious), I haven't a clue what you're talking about."
Specializes in Psych (25 years), Medical (15 years).
2 minutes ago, TriciaJ said:
In my dreams, I'm always with a group of faceless, nameless people. We're in an odd location that bears no resemblance to any actual place; in fact there is a paucity of scenery. And we're always involved in purposeful, goal-directed activity as a team, but I can never say what that activity was, nor the goal. Maybe it's just a rehash of all those years of being a drone.
What immediately came to my mind upon reading this portion of your post was a vision that I had while in a three week unconscious state after an MVA back in '76. I was in a place what the Tibetan Book of the Dead called "a gray fog". Most of the people, aside from my dead maternal grandfather, were "faceless, nameless people" who wore maroon robes.
Perhaps your subconscious is saying that you continue to be part of a "purposeful, goal-directed... team"?
10 minutes ago, TriciaJ said:
Are you wanting to branch into a more live form of art?
I display some of my art on a utility pole way out here in the country and have gotten some really good feedback from many. My joy is in creating, but external validation is the icing on the cake.
Back in my public art days, I did several commissioned murals for the theatre, but only sporadically went to see the productions. I rarely took photographs. Once the murals and such were built and/or painted, it was over.
17 minutes ago, TriciaJ said:
Maybe you want to look into poetry slams? Karaoke? Dressing up like the Statue of Liberty or a mattress for local businesses? The possibilities are quite endless for a man of your talents.
Did the poetry thing, can't carry a tune in a bucket, have publicly paraded as various cartoon characters, and thank you very much, TriciaJ!
Personally, I think you would be great with kids. Local school. I think kids would connect with your sense of humor and maybe you could teach them to navigate the world without electronics and gadgetry.
3 minutes ago, Davey Do said:
Haven't read it, thanks for the point of reference, Curious!
I did read The Shining while snowed in my cabin, the Winter of '81- what a charge!
There is a significant character in a corn field.
You should watch it. The older version, not the latest.
CalicoKitty, BSN, MSN, RN
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My Blah Blah Blah day should include organizing my Crap(ft) Room/Office so I can be more organized when I start my FNP program this Summer. Or the Guest/Laundry room full of 6-7 baskets of clean laundry...