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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Question #502

From "The Book of Questions" by Gregory Stock, PH.D


Q #34

What is your most enjoyable dream? .... your worst nightmare??



5 comments:

Anonymous said...

True reoccurring DREAM (as in it happens while I am asleep): I am sitting at this yellow chrome and Formica dinette set my grandmother owned in her kitchen. Sitting around the table are my mother, grandmothers, aunts, great aunts and a few of the cousins. We are all eating toast with homemade plum jam and having a grand old time. Every time I have this dream, I wake up happy but yet so sad since so many of them have passed away.

My worst nightmares are when I dream of someone I love being dead. I have had several of these dreams and they are so real and vivid. Once awake, that is the END of my sleep for the night.

cincin21 said...

You mean besides the SEX dreams???

Enjoyable ... probably dreaming that my brother David is still alive and happy and his kids know him and so much would be different in their lives in a good way ...

Nightmares??? The general theme stays the same but the people and situations change ... the overall feeling is that I can fly ... but that I can't get high enough and bad people can get me and drag me back down .... there are often trees and utility lines and tall buildings in the way above me, too.

Anonymous said...

Enjoyable....When I dream of my parents...the good times

Nightmares.....getting chased, feeling vulnerable, teeth falling out...the usual..LOL

Anonymous said...

What is my most enjoyable dream? HHmmm?

Your worst Nightmare - Hands down it has to be my re-occuring dreams of the Oklahoma City Bombing. I also have dreams in which a creature is hunting me. No matter what I do or how I protect myself, it gets the upper hand. I can FEEL it when it shoves its' hand into my abdomen and yet it is only a dream.

Anonymous said...

Our last stay at Puamana,Maui, with my best-sister/friend. We were staying at our favorite oceanfront house...this was a sentimental journey. The 2 of us were up really one morning, on the lanai with our coffee, reminicing about all the years we'd known eachother and special times..and so much more. We talked about our next visit---which wasn't to be, she died 2 days before Christmas, of cancer. We were there by her side as promised. I still dream about that morning on the lanai it was special.

Nightmare...being chased,my house catching fire.
bree