No animals are allowed in our apartments sadly.

I have that one too.

Very Rudolf Steiner!

I used to dream that - very realistic dreams, generally that I was lying in bed and my cat had come to join me and was lying purring by my side. I'd then wake up and reach out to stroke the cat... very sad.

Thankfully I now have a new furry companion who likes to join me on the bed in the mornings.

I had those when I was a little kid. Only I found the loo in my dreams
They're not gonna come back some day, are they???

Nope, not at all. Don't appreciate him much.

My dreams are turned all the way up to 11. I have certain recurring motifs, flying, which also started off as swimming through the air. I underwent various training modules and can now fly about like a hummingbird. I have the same places, a past home that is not quite home, a train station that is Waterloo but not Waterloo, a demon that hunts me and strangles me, and George Harrison, who I do a lot of gardening with.

It's like I have a multi-dimensional lattice that cross references itself through time and space and leaves me to try adn figure it out.

I have always been a big dreamer and come from a family of big dreamers. As for interpretation, i'm a fan of Jung.

If any dreamers out there who want to turn their dreams all the way to 11, even if they already there, steroids for dreams; ask your Doctor for Sirdalud (Tizanidine)

It's crazy man, craaazy.

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Hmmmm...so interesting. So let's have a look, we all seem to share flying, peeing (hope not those two combined), inhibition dreams. Cats? Dreams and themes are so physiological. Not so random, less than we think.

How are we doing? No nightmares?

I was in the mountains in my last night dreams, on a skiing hols which alternated with competitive swimming bootcamp. Weird. I think I am looking forward to winter sports...and might try to seriously swim, before the open pools close.

Anybody got some inspiration from recent dreams?

Do politics ever bug you in dreams? Wars - yeah, I had a few of those dreams. Saving the world.

Nobody ever fallen in love, in a dream?

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“The only difference between a rut and a grave is a matter of depth.” S.P. Cadman

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." A. Einstein

I dreamed last night that I lived in a citadel. It was a small city, high up and looked like any other built up, suburban dwelling. Suddenly the city came under attack by the elephants. Thousands of elephants decended upon the city and began to destroy everything, bouncing on buildings and killing people in a rage.

People were running and screaming as they tried to escape the crazed elephants. I found myself downtown, having found my loved ones we got on a train. The elephants were inside some of the trains, indiscriminately maiming and killing, squishing people with their huge bodies, trunks and stamping on them.

We were all evacuated to a huge plain. I could fly up and get a drones view of the area. It looks like some kind of steppe and I could see what looked like old mine dumps. People were gathering on this plain, having found safety from the elephants.

I was with my mother and we were walking around the old mine area when we came across a tomb. It was in the middle of a path in this field. it was a flat slab, stacked slate tomb that turned out, according to the map I had, to be the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth.

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Wow..elephant attack? I am not big on Jung, he seems too mechanical to me most of the time and not neurological for my liking, but a great humanist. What would he say to elephant attack?

One dream or a split second visual image keeps repeating in my dreams, flying quietly in a plane over a desert in the dusk. Reminds me the smells when you get out of the plane.

I was hoping to dream about robots since I saw it on the news last night the RobotWars championship in Asia. But no luck, no robots in my dream. I do dream about perfect people..or that feeling you get when somebody is awesome, strangers or personalities I know combined.

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"L'homme ne peut pas remplacer son coeur avec sa tete, ni sa tete avec ses mains." J.H. Pestalozzi

“The only difference between a rut and a grave is a matter of depth.” S.P. Cadman

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." A. Einstein

Jungian interpretation is quite misunderstood. All dream interpretations, whether they be books or web sites, that say this means that and that means this are wrong.

It's all contextual to the person, who they are, how they're feeling, what they're going through, what the symbols or motifs mean to them, how they feel about them etc.

I'm all for the collective unconscious, there is a mythic soup, the blue prints of which we all carry. There are symbols common to all man, but the anima and animus are differently developed in us all. It's a fluid thing and open to interpretation; there is no one truth, even in the phallus ;-)

When it comes to dreams though, if you're not blessed with the requisite powers of analysis then a partner, therapist, shaman, friend or forum full of crazies can help.

I think about them, go with my feelings and talking helps. In the case of this dream, well I am from Africa so the elephants have a particular context. My mother is Jewish and mysticism is a big topic between us. The fact that we found the tomb of Jesus of Nazareth is interesting in that context, given that Jesus was a Jew.

I'll use this as a good excuse to give my mum a call and have a chat about this one.

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I frequently have cracking dreams, but forget them shortly after I wake up. Last night's involved large quantities of rotting flesh and swarms of green blowflies. But I've no idea why.

When I was about 6 or 7 I dreamt that I had made a robot with some kids who lived around the corner. The dream was so vivid, happy and exciting that I can still remember it nearly 5 decades later. When I got up in the morning I couldn't wait to get through breakfast to go and play with the robot (it was summer holidays). Mum asked what I was so excited about, so I told her. She told me years later that she knew I had been dreaming, but didn't want to rain on my parade, so she let me rush through my toast, only delaying me long enough that I wouldn't arrive at the neighbours early enough to wake them up.

I was absolutely crushed when I got there and found no robot. In tears I went back home, and mum comforted me - suggesting I make something with Meccano (I made a crane).

I sometimes think that most of my hobbies (woodworking, fixing cars, horology) and much of my professional life (control systems) is a sort of subconscious effort to regain that feeling of happiness and accomplishment I felt waking up after that dream.

I don't dream of people exclusively negatively, but on the whole when I do have a "good" dream and wake up wishing I could go back and "refeel" the happiness of a dream, the dream invariably involves a mechanism or process. I almost never dream of a mechanism frustrating me, and when I do it is because a person (sometimes myself) is "in the way" of making the mechanism or process work properly. In fact I very often dream of a solution to a technical problem which has been challenging me in my waking hours, and the next day it turns out that the dreamt solution works.

I guess that makes me seem odd. This is hardly surprising to anyone who knows me - I am odd.

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I for example, would say that I despair at the state of humanity and that we have progressed so far as to remove ourselves from nature. I need a lot of love and light in my life to combat the feeling that I wish for a correction in the state of things today in order to get humanity back on track.

I try and be strong and positive, but sometimes I see the world and feel dismayed. I end up feeling like we need some great disaster like a World War or an asteroid collision to force us back into a harmonious relationship with nature. I find myself wishing for nature to remind us that we are not above it all, that we are nature and that we should strive for balance, gratitude and the understanding to protect her.

The elephants are my dark desire to see nature take us down a few notches.

Then there's the congregation of humanity on the plains, with old mine dumps. We don't know much about our history as a species. Things keep getting older, where we marvel at 2000 years. 2000 years is nothing in our history and we make shit up that suits us and propogates the idea that we are gods and supreme modern beings that rule above all.

We don't know how far back the culture of humanity goes, but there is an archeological dig going on. This is the mine, the archeological dig of mankind and the human spirit. When will we realise that we are nature?

Then there's the tomb of Jesus. I am deeply spiritual, not a Christian, but I believe nature is consciousness and that I am, both part and all of nature and consciousness.

I believe that the problem mankind has and why he is so destructive is because he has lost this connection nature and spirituality. the tomb of Jesus signifies that and also leaves hope for me that this path back to nature and spirituality can be found by all, despite the diabolical state we are in.

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I had a dream I still remember from about 5 years ago. I'm sat on a bus and Eric Idle gets on and sits next to me. He's obviously drunk and proceeds to sing "Always look on the bright side of life" before vomiting on the floor and collapsing. The driver stops outside a nursing home or something and the asks me to fetch some water. I go into the premises and meet a guy in a wheelchair, but the wheelchair has no back support, so he is wheeling himself around, with his back out flat, looking directly to the sky. He promptly toddles off and fetches me some water in a bucket, balanced on his lap. It ends there, or I've forgotten the rest.

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Flying and falling dreams are extremely common, and there's a school of thought that, if you dream you're falling, you always wake up before you hit the ground, because if you do, you're dead. That's most likely bollocks...

I don't have nightmares in the conventional sense of the word. Seen enough horrific things to not feel the need to imagine them, and I never watch horror films. I just don't see them as entertainment.

I've had real memory dreams, a rehashing of true events, where I wake up crying. My cat died 6 weeks ago, so I've had quite a few nights where I've woken suddenly because I thought I heard him coming home from a night out with the boys, and meowing for snacks.

The most horrific dreams I've had have been the recurring dream about my dad's death, the 1975 Moorgate tube crash and the 2004 tsunami. The last two were a matter of days before the event, and both in the format of watching a tv news report.

Rudolf Steiner also wrote of "der andere in mir" or "the wise man in me". Some of his ideas also coincide with those of C.G. Jung.

I tend to have abstract and fantastical dreams about fictitious characters and situations, sometimes involving me, sometimes not. I wish I would remember to write them down as soon as I wake up, as they disappear very quickly. The reason I remember the Eric Idle dream above is becasue I put it on FB as soon as I woke up (it was THAT good ). MrsG, on the other hand, always has vivid dreams about her family and friends and can recount them pretty accurately for some time afterwards.

The first thing I talk about with my other half in the morning is about our dreams. Sometimes we lie there in the half-wake state and verbalize it before it fades away. We sometimes wake each other up with a few keywords to hook the dream on to.

I had a wonderful dream recently...

I was gardening with George Harrison, in his country manor garden. We had just build a pond and were now tending to flower beds. He had a little camera with him and we were taking pictures of the garden.

We came upon some some birds eggs under a bush and they were velvety purple. He lifted them up onto a raised pedestal, like a bird bath without water in it and we inspected them. They were soft like fine velvet and moving.

George carefully opened one up and there was a bird inside, not a helpless baby bird, rather fully formed and plumaged; it seemed to be waking up.

I took the camera and tried to zoom in on the bird inside the egg and what I saw was not the bird but a vast cavernous space, much like a roman palace made of marble with lanterns along the eternal passages. It extended into infinity and had it's own narrative landscape, completely foreign like a another place in time.

The further I zoomed into the palace, the further it extended and the landscape within it changed.

I tried to fire the camera and get a picture of it but it would never take a picture.

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My kids are always in my dreams now and usually because I have forgotten them, left them somewhere

The situation in the dreams is always the same where I am back to my single, free days, heading out somewhere, driving with friends, then suddenly mid-journey remember I have forgotten to bring the kids, or left them on their own. I then have a mad panic and a dash to find them and get back to them. I never find them either as the panic wakes me up.

One vivid dream I had years ago really stuck, where I dreamt that I was watching lots of different sized boats on a river. The boats would speed up and take off into the sky, just like planes on a runway.

The funny thing was that in my dream all this was perfectly normal and I wasn't at all fazed by boats flying about in the sky.

You have nice imagery in your dreams, I love the flying boats and can see them in my mind.

About the dream where you have forgotten your kids. It's almost some kind of reversal, upside down land - in reality as we know it you're a parent and I think parents spend most of their time forgetting themselves on account of being parents. In your dream you've not forgotten yourself and get to be fancy free. Then there's a liitle voice of panic that reminds you that you are not alone :-)

Make more time for yourself, it's OK. Being a parent should not come at the sacrifice of the self. I'm not saying that's your case, but it very often is. You are still you, and more than just you. Feed both :-)

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Thank you - you're so right. I am a single Mum majority of the time, as OH works away. It is purely down to that responsibility when there is just one of you in charge.

As parents, you don't really think about it until you dream of the old freedoms available to you before the kids came along.. it's then you realize how children busy your life is.

But yes, would love more time to myself.. to galavant

Thankfully, I get that time in the holidays, as in now