Atlas
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Epepke, You agreed with Schneibster: That's the classical view.
Perhaps it's a modern scientific classical view but for most of human history dreams carried meaning, or a warning, for the dreamer or for the people the dreamer lived amongst. Wasn't Daniel, of Bible fame, a dream interpreter?
The office was in a room, longer east-west than north-south.It's always seemed strange to me that even inside a dream, inside an unknown building, we can often feel certain of the unknowable distinctions like these directions. You could have said "longer front to back than side to side". Did you "feel" these directions or was Darat correct in that some details are enhanced during the recollection and retelling.
Back to "dream interpretation" vs "daily sensory input reshuffling"...
After the punchline you notice something different about it.
Ok, there are probably a hundred interpretations. I tend to think that the brain is merely doing concept reshuffling as its primary function and the dream is a sideshow. This type of dream maybe offering you clues to how your brain is rewiring that which seems solid to something more ephemeral. If the walls of the office disappear next time it will be just more of the same.
I've had recurring dreams before. One I call my Navy dream. In the Navy we were always supposed to operate as a well oiled machine - everybody knows their job. In my dream I'm given a task for which I'm incompetent. Strangely, I'm not punished or ridiculed - I just feel like I'm letting everyone down or that I'm really irrelevant. Perhaps stress at work or in my marriage triggered it - I never analyzed why I got it each time - I was interested in the how the dream gave me a new landscape to celebrate my inferiority in. Sometimes the ship was different so I couldn't find my way to the emergency. Sometimes different people would stop me to help them but I needed to hurry. Sometimes I'd look into the repair locker and wouldn't recognize the equipment when other sailors would reach in, grab something and put it on and hurry away. Still, though it was always different, it was always easy to recognize it as the same dream. I was in the Navy for 4 years but that dream replayed itself every 6 months or so for 20 years. I obviously had some strong associations that kept being matched in whatever shuffling routines were happening at dream time.
The funniest "detail" I ever dreamed was when I was a kid with my new bike. I didn't know how to ride it yet. It was a little to big for me but something I could grow into. I learned how to peddle and ride straight but each time I tried to turn a corner, to take it around the block, I'd fall. Several days of road rash left me stressed and I had a dream. In the dream I saw my street clearly. I was on my bike and coming up to dead man's curve, which was really the corner of Third and Oak or something. In my dream I took the corner perfectly in a dreamspace that perfectly matched the real world. The next day I took the corner for real. I had learned perfect cornering balance from that dream. So, like boeingJr...
I guess what I'm trying to say is, take a nap... grab the thin paperback that you left the office with, open it up and have SoapySam read it to you.
Perhaps it's a modern scientific classical view but for most of human history dreams carried meaning, or a warning, for the dreamer or for the people the dreamer lived amongst. Wasn't Daniel, of Bible fame, a dream interpreter?
To Darat's observation I found this dream rememberence of your's interesting.... but one thing immediately caught my attention you say "I have taken great effort not to reconstruct details here but limit it only to what I directly remember."
The office was in a room, longer east-west than north-south.It's always seemed strange to me that even inside a dream, inside an unknown building, we can often feel certain of the unknowable distinctions like these directions. You could have said "longer front to back than side to side". Did you "feel" these directions or was Darat correct in that some details are enhanced during the recollection and retelling.
Back to "dream interpretation" vs "daily sensory input reshuffling"...
The "office" is a symbol of employment and the desk is something symbolic you "own" - something with the appearence of solid permanence.All four desks were made of that grey-painted steel with a dimple finish that was so popular in the early 60's.
After the punchline you notice something different about it.
Suddenly your solid symbol of employment is really very airy. It's not solid at all. The drawers where you might have kept stuff for your work was really pretty empty.I went over and thanked Sam, and it was at this point that the ever-present punchline came. I actually wasn't being paid by them, and so I decided to go. I looked for my personal books to take home. They were under the desk. There were no drawers on the desk, but there were two shelves, made of thin sheet steel
Oracle means something to a database programmer, but of course if it has a different logo it may relate to a secondary meaning of the word. The Oracle is who you'd seek if you needed to know about your future. So you take it along with the book of the unknown name and contents. The book is yours, of course (your unknown future?). Not much substance there... thin, paperback, the size and shape of blank paper.Neither shelf was full, so books were slouched over (to the left). I recognized one book, which was an Oracle manual, about 9 cm thick and 8 1/2 by 11, a paperback, but the logo was not the usual one, but rather something in a square, patterned in red, blue, and black. I took that one and another paperback, thinner but the same paper size, and left.
Ok, there are probably a hundred interpretations. I tend to think that the brain is merely doing concept reshuffling as its primary function and the dream is a sideshow. This type of dream maybe offering you clues to how your brain is rewiring that which seems solid to something more ephemeral. If the walls of the office disappear next time it will be just more of the same.
I've had recurring dreams before. One I call my Navy dream. In the Navy we were always supposed to operate as a well oiled machine - everybody knows their job. In my dream I'm given a task for which I'm incompetent. Strangely, I'm not punished or ridiculed - I just feel like I'm letting everyone down or that I'm really irrelevant. Perhaps stress at work or in my marriage triggered it - I never analyzed why I got it each time - I was interested in the how the dream gave me a new landscape to celebrate my inferiority in. Sometimes the ship was different so I couldn't find my way to the emergency. Sometimes different people would stop me to help them but I needed to hurry. Sometimes I'd look into the repair locker and wouldn't recognize the equipment when other sailors would reach in, grab something and put it on and hurry away. Still, though it was always different, it was always easy to recognize it as the same dream. I was in the Navy for 4 years but that dream replayed itself every 6 months or so for 20 years. I obviously had some strong associations that kept being matched in whatever shuffling routines were happening at dream time.
The funniest "detail" I ever dreamed was when I was a kid with my new bike. I didn't know how to ride it yet. It was a little to big for me but something I could grow into. I learned how to peddle and ride straight but each time I tried to turn a corner, to take it around the block, I'd fall. Several days of road rash left me stressed and I had a dream. In the dream I saw my street clearly. I was on my bike and coming up to dead man's curve, which was really the corner of Third and Oak or something. In my dream I took the corner perfectly in a dreamspace that perfectly matched the real world. The next day I took the corner for real. I had learned perfect cornering balance from that dream. So, like boeingJr...
I found the answer to a problem in a dream.I do remember playing a computer game on Commodore 64 (Monty on the run), and I was severly stuck, often. On two occations I had very detailed game dreams, dreamt of a solution, tried it, and it worked!! Yay!
I guess what I'm trying to say is, take a nap... grab the thin paperback that you left the office with, open it up and have SoapySam read it to you.
