Fandango’s Provocative Question #86: DREAMS BY NIGHT
This week, Fandango would like to know what was the weirdest dream we can remember and what do we think might have triggered it?
This was a real dream. I remember it because it was very clear and because its meaning was pretty obvious. It had to be at least fifty years ago since I was in my twenties. I dreamed I was in a tall tower with a long, spiraling staircase. I was supposed to climb all the way to the top. It being a dream, no further explanation was necessary, so I began to climb. The steps seemed to go on forever. Time is very warped in dreams, so for all I know, it might have taken a few minutes or even seconds.
I climbed and climbed. Finally, at last, I reached the top. There, at the very top of the tower was a steel door with a heavy iron lock and a sign which said:
“Room of Records. Sealed. No entry.”
To this day, I have a lot of missing memories. This could be just as well considering what I do remember isn’t heartening. Nonetheless, it was a long climb to a locked room. I don’t recall any follow-up dreams, so I’m guessing I never went into that room. I never got to see those records.
Maybe those were our Permanent Records? You know, the ones they threatened us with in school, as in: “This is going on your permanent record, young lady!” All those permanent records have to be somewhere, right?
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All those “permanent” PAPER records from back when we were in school, Marilyn, probably went up in smoke or were destroyed when the plumbing in the permanent records room burst.
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I bet we never really had permanent records.
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I bet you’re right.
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“The Dark At The Top Of The Stairs” (’61/WB) Dorothy McGuire, Robert Preston.
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St. Peter has the key to that room….when you meet him, you’ll get to go in. I bet you’ll have a lot to read too!
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I don’t think I want to do that reading.
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What a strange dream, Marilyn. Maybe that locked room is where your missing memories were, and would continue to be, stored. Fascinating read. 🙂
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That’s what I think. It certainly was a firmly locked room, so whatever is in there, it looks likely to stay there.
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Now that would be a bummer after climbing all that way.
Leslie
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All those permanent records, forever sealed. And a long, long stairway only to discover you can’t even see them.
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I have had two strange dreams. In one I walked up a small, wooden stairway to a closed door. I opened it and saw an empty room except for a man dressed in black sitting on a straight wooden chair in the middle of the room. When he saw me, he rose and started walking towards me. He was dressed all in black, and I knew if he touched me, I would die.So, i turned, and with heavy legs ran from the room. I think he may have been the masculine side of myself trying t get in touch and be accepted. I told this to a psychiatrist friend at dinner one night, and he said he thought I was right. I don’t know. Maybe I had it all wrong.
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That or some other kind of fear. Dreams like that are always some sort of fear. What exactly? We can guess, but I don’t think we get clear or obvious information.
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Intriguing dream.
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I’ve spent 50 years wondering what was in those records! That’s a lot of wondering.
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I can imagine!
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