'RHP Couch of Dreamz... A Personal Invitation'
Welcome to the RHP Couch of Dreamz. Please feel free to kick off your shoes, recline and allow your
earliest childhood or most recent or recurring dreams to surface in the comfort of the General Forum.
Many hundreds of semi-qualified professionals (blessed with the gifts of psychological autopsy and dream
interpretation) are standing by to assist you in relieving these private tensions... churning around just below
the threshold of consciousness in the dark storage labyrinth of the subsconscious mind.
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Let's scuff the whitewall. In addition to pleasant cowboys & indians and little league/major
league baseball dreams, there were also falling dreams (usually from trees we were swinging from
near some cliff) and this recurring one about noisy, tall conveyor belts in a two or three story
factory without any windows or doors... in which I was captive. Anybody relate to that early dream?
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Edit: Starting pitcher some Little League and Babe Ruth League
games, but mostly a trusty vacuum cleaner around first base.
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Barbie (me), dressed as a business executive, sitting at her (my) desk, conferring with a client, his rapt eyes on her (my) charming sweet smile and loveliness, hearts pounding, a vision of being together, moving closer, touching fingers, accidentally, in handing over the papers, his eyes going where they might and maybe should or shouldn't, a warm cozy feeling not yet completely understood, but apparently hardwired, even at that tender age. Alas, the dream is both too real and yet not real enough. A paradox of life that results in our social conundrum of office politics and social flirtations. Too soon, do we learn to fend off those moments and shut them down, cold.
Being signed up for a class all semester, yet managed to never attend one single lecture--yet I'm there for the final exam.
Going to a fundamentalist church in a nearby town, meeting the people over and over (successive dreams), knowing the exact route to this church (could even Mapquest it), yet there is no building of any kind there.
Dreaming I am still married and waking from the nightmare--and never being so relieved to awaken.
Originally posted by coquetteYou dream of being Barbie? 😲
Barbie (me), dressed as a business executive, sitting at her (my) desk, conferring with a client, his rapt eyes on her (my) charming sweet smile and loveliness, hearts pounding, a vision of being together, moving closer, touching fingers, accidentally, in handing over the papers, his eyes going where they might and maybe should or shouldn't, a warm cozy fe ...[text shortened]... d social flirtations. Too soon, do we learn to fend off those moments and shut them down, cold.
Originally posted by coquetteAh, could you be a little more specific please?
Barbie (me), dressed as a business executive, sitting at her (my) desk, conferring with a client, his rapt eyes on her (my) charming sweet smile and loveliness, hearts pounding, a vision of being together, moving closer, touching fingers, accidentally, in handing over the papers, his eyes going where they might and maybe should or shouldn't, a warm cozy fe ...[text shortened]... d social flirtations. Too soon, do we learn to fend off those moments and shut them down, cold.
Granny. aka Karan Horney ( pronounced Horni)
Originally posted by coquetteIf you shut them down, is there a point to life?
Barbie (me), dressed as a business executive, sitting at her (my) desk, conferring with a client, his rapt eyes on her (my) charming sweet smile and loveliness, hearts pounding, a vision of being together, moving closer, touching fingers, accidentally, in handing over the papers, his eyes going where they might and maybe should or shouldn't, a warm cozy fe ...[text shortened]... d social flirtations. Too soon, do we learn to fend off those moments and shut them down, cold.
Originally posted by coquettei suppose we have to give you our credit card details if we want to hear more.
Barbie (me), dressed as a business executive, sitting at her (my) desk, conferring with a client, his rapt eyes on her (my) charming sweet smile and loveliness, hearts pounding, a vision of being together, moving closer, touching fingers, accidentally, in handing over the papers, his eyes going where they might and maybe should or shouldn't - my ample cleavage, for example...
Originally posted by Iron MonkeyDetails:
i suppose we have to give you our credit card details if we want to hear more.
1. Yes, me, I played with the dolls while an awake child, but in my dreams, I am somehow her, the one that I played with during the day. The dream recurred for some time.
2. No, I wasn't as pretty and "attractive" as Barbie (golden blonde, blue eyes, impossible figure, and never could be. No real girl can be, and sure not at 7 - 9O).
3. The business suit was a dark gray pinstripe with flats and ankle hose and a white blouse with open top two buttons for some reason.
4. Ken was classical cut Brooke's Brothers with striped tie and black shoes.
Originally posted by coquetteSo basically you want to be taken over a desk by a dark haired business executive whilst you worry about how long your roots have grown out?
Details:
1. Yes, me, I played with the dolls while an awake child, but in my dreams, I am somehow her, the one that I played with during the day. The dream recurred for some time.
2. No, I wasn't as pretty and "attractive" as Barbie (golden blonde, blue eyes, impossible figure, and never could be. No real girl can be, and sure not at 7 - 9O).
3. The busi ...[text shortened]... r some reason.
4. Ken was classical cut Brooke's Brothers with striped tie and black shoes.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyI recently had a very vivid dream that I was back in Grade 3 and they'd brought pizza in for lunch. Small, individual pizzas offered up as rare and fragrant delicacies. The mystery meat chopped small and blended artistically into the faux cheese and ruby red sauce. Somehow, sitting in my cramped, graffiti covered, lift top desk, all of this was very comforting and reassuring. I can almost see the chalk dust as a sun beam cuts through it. Perhaps my own personal moment of zen. A piece of smoothly worn memory driftwood plucked out of time.
'RHP Couch of Dreamz... A Personal Invitation'
Welcome to the RHP Couch of Dreamz. Please feel free to kick off your shoes, recline and allow your
earliest childhood or most recent or recurring dreams to surface in the comfort of the General Forum.
Many hundreds of semi-qualified professionals (blessed with the gifts of psychological autopsy ...[text shortened]... es incurred with the provision of this important RHP Community service. Thank you.
😀
Originally posted by Hand of HecateWow. Will be content to simply enjoy your telling of the dream...
I recently had a very vivid dream that I was back in Grade 3 and they'd brought pizza in for lunch. Small, individual pizzas offered up as rare and fragrant delicacies. The mystery meat chopped small and blended artistically into the faux cheese and ruby red sauce. Somehow, sitting in my cramped, graffiti covered, lift top desk, all of this was ver ...[text shortened]... my own personal moment of zen. A piece of smoothly worn memory driftwood plucked out of time.
leaving any stab at interpretation to others. Thanks, HoH.
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Edit: Loved your phrasing, "... worn memory driftwood plucked out of time."