Dreams and nightmares

Roger, I rarely remember any of my dreams. Really, I don't. But one thing I do know -

If you put too many extra strength nicotine patches on by mistake, you will have epic dreams, coherent and with a plot and supporting players, all in fully detailed texture and technicolour, as if they were shot by David Lean in Cinemascope and played in an IMAX theatre on the front of your brain.
 
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Roger, if this really worries you, there always is a chance to spend budget of another lens or two visiting psychologist. Probably he will make some conclusions depending on size of that particular Leica (and mounted lens, if this is the case). Fear of loosing....what? What that camera means for you? You will say, and they will charge you for helping to choose from list of possibilities.

When I were about 15, every other night I dreamed about train. Should I continue, I'm sure not.
 
At high school I used to have bad dreams about being in classroom in pyjama or even naked :eek: Or forgetting to write homework...
Recently they are about travelling in public bus and forgetting to mark the ticket and being caught by the conductor.
 
Recurring 'nightmarish' dreams for me are the ones where I'm being chased by something or someone. I know this has something to do with my obsessive need to be punctual for everything.
It also involves dreams where I'm late for school/work/appointments and where I can't find my pants, shoes or something else critical for said appointments.

I've also had the dream where I've lost a camera over the side of a boat, but luckily it was just one of my Kodak 35s ;)

Of course like everyone else I have the dream where I get what I want, the girl, the camera the expensive house/car and I do wake up feeling disappointed.

And I apparently also talk in my sleep, and snore. ;)
 
I had a girlfriend once who worked as a bank teller. She used to sit bolt upright in bed every night at 3.00am and say "Can I help you?" I told her she should put in for overtime.

Another time I used to work all kinds of long funny hours as a Port Agent and people would ring me at any time of the day or night... One time my wife told me my cellphone was ringing and I was lying in bed saying "Hello? Hello? HEllo??!" in my sleep.
 
Almost my whole life, I've had vivid, sometimes disturbing dreams. Some over and over again. Some not so often, but they seem so real that I wonder about them for weeks afterwards. Some have seemed so real that I almost forget that they were dreams and I mistakenly think of them as memories, until I remind myself they were dreams.

Here are some. Some common to others, and some not so common:

1) Flying. This is a dream shared by many. In my dream, I know that I can fly. I'll be walking and feeling sure that I have this power that others do not have, when I'm fed up I will myself upwards and I just seem to float up. I usually only allow myself to go up ten feet or so. It seems very normal when I'm doing it. In other dreams, I fly very high, maybe in the clouds, but I think that I better not go so high because the "will" to fly might falter and I could fall. I dream this so often I usually "know" that I am dreaming in the dream. I'm aware that I'm asleep yet I feel I am really flying.

2) Moving but can't take my things. I am sometimes in college, sometimes in an old apartment. I have to move by the end of the day. I've put off moving for months, but now I HAVE to move. I have lots of valuable things, but I can't take them. I wonder what will happen to them. I leave books, cameras, money, things on shelves. I'm very upset at myself that I didn't make arrangements to move, and now I have to leave everything. I wonder if the people moving into the dorm room or apartment after me will steal them. I wonder if I can get an "extension", to come back later and get my things. This dream is vivid and common to me, I usually realize I am dreaming within the dream, and I tell myself this is not really happening, but it still feels frightening and disorienting.

3) Woman in the deep tunnel. This involves my ex-wife. I don't have this often, but when I did have it, it was so vivid that I felt it was real for several weeks after the dream. I often wondered if it WAS real, although it was impossible to be true. I won't go into detail.

4) Something is missing. In this dream, I perhaps have a bag of camera lenses or other valuables. Some are missing. I am very upset, I try to remember what I had before that is now gone, but I can't place it. I know something is missing. For years, I've felt somehow I lost a big bookshelf full of rare and valuable old books about 40 years ago. I actually don't remember if I did have those books, I think I did, or if this loss was a "missing" dream. I really don't know. I can't tell the dream from the possible reality.

5) Intense, realistic "cinematic" dream. This dream usually is like a movie. EVERYTHING is ultra-realistic. Different countries, elaborate "stage sets", intense and complicated "plot" that I follow. I see and hear dialog, things progress logically or illogically with sounds, smells, people, food. There are many "camera" angles. I'm aware it's a cinematic dream, usually near the point of waking up. At that point I frantically try to "remember" the dream, make some sense out of it or keep the thread of what's going on. When I wake up, I am sometimes astonished. I think if I could really have gotten that dream down on film, I would have made one of the world's greatest movies. It's very odd, and then I forget almost all of it.
 
When I can remember my dreams, it is always the same. I dream of people fighting me. I am always a much better fighter than they are (in my dream), and I'm beating them badly, but they seem to take no notice of it, and they certainly won't fall down.
 
You just succinctly and accurately analyzed yourself.

When I can remember my dreams, it is always the same. I dream of people fighting me. I am always a much better fighter than they are (in my dream), and I'm beating them badly, but they seem to take no notice of it, and they certainly won't fall down.
 
Dear Roger,

It is helpful experience (to me) that Jorge actually dropped an M4 (in the case) about 15 feet on to the mounted CV 50mm and the camera and lens were repaired for a reasonable fee, it helps to know that such things can be over come. He had given up on the lens as it had absorbed the brunt of the event, but it survived with the aperture blades reinstalled and a few marks on the filter ring. The M4 mostly needed the RF realigned and adjusted.

Now that I sleep soundly (cepap) I do dream most nights, and several years after leaving a not so pleasant job, the frustration dreams have mostly stopped. The dreams where you are trying to do your job in the face of constant distraction, disruption, and though you keep going, you are hitting a wall. Very unpleasant.

I envy my friend Zu, who can dream, awaken, announce she is going back to a pleasant dream and continue where she left off. I used to provide ear plugs for my snoring, but the snoring is gone with the cepap machine, though I feel a bit like Darth Vader.

A trip to the insurance company might help with the fear of losing a camera, but you have reminded me I have not updated my policy to include newer items and delete the older ones. ;-)

A bigger fear is losing the images that are in the camera, or my files and negatives, even those which I will probably not get around to printing.

I suspect the "more summers behind" feeling also engenders the fear that some significant life's efforts will be lost or left incomplete?

A possible solution is to buy equipment in pairs and keep them separate, a solution endorsed by Leica AG. ;-)

John
 
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Roger,

I just recalled the recurring dream that I am awake, but though I can see my hand in front of my face, I cannot move. (you are normally paralyzed, except for a few muscles, when dreaming).

Sometimes I realize eventually, after a lot of straining to move, that I am sleeping and wake myself up, often to find my hand is under the pillow.

The dreaming of lost items comes true when you cannot find some piece of equipment when you need it, almost worse than not owning it at all. ;-)

Then there are the occasional dreams where you awake feeling like a 20 year old and there are none about. ;-)


J
 
I guess I'm one of the few that does have dreams about photo gear: I have dreamt infrequently that I've left expensive lenses laying around in the woods, and then I try to go back and find them and moss has grown over the elements. A few nights ago I dreamed I found an M6ttl at Goodwill, and I was going to buy it, but the price was as it would be in a normal camera shop. Also, the rangefinder patch was oddly shaped, like a cross.
 
This is fascinating: please keep 'em coming. I'm pretty much with Freud senior's Traume sind Schaume (dreams are froth) but there clearly is some feedback between dreams and real life -- Frances has photokina dreams for a few weeks before the show, where she can't get from Halle 3 to Halle 7 in time -- and we can learn things from dreams if we want to, because we can learn things from anything if we think about it.

I've had a couple of good ones like that, including one in a cave that was the anteroom to hell. I realized that we could go back out the way we had come, and before I did so, I urged the others to leave. They said, "No, we like it here..."

The great thing is that really, about the only thing that unites us is a love of rangefinders. After that, we're different in a lot of ways. I certainly have a lot in common with Hector: I'll add the dream in which you are getting on/getting off a train or bus, and can't load/unload your luggage fast enough, so either it or you is on/orr when the other is off/on.

Max's mosses are fascinating too, and make me wonder how much we have our own self-reinforcing dreams. As for John's paralysis, yes, absolutely, but 10 days ago I woke up unable to speak or breathe during extubation after anaesthetic. THAT'S a nightmare!

Thanks again, everyone.

Cheers,

R.
 
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I had a girlfriend once who worked as a bank teller. She used to sit bolt upright in bed every night at 3.00am and say "Can I help you?" I told her she should put in for overtime.

At the risk of seeming vulgar, but remembering myself as a young man, I think I'd have replied, "Well, now that you mention it..."

Cheers,

R.
 
I sometimes remember a dream , but ASdee mixes up what I call ; ' now pictures / before pictures / pretend [ brain created ] pictures ' - during waking .
It takes an effort to wrench ' me ' away from a waking dream [ such as cars I have owned overlapping over the current one , not so good on the motorway ] .
Cameras ? Sometimes , when I am surrounded , I enter into a Kiev dreamstate . But all kinds of wierd and wonderful worlds are visited . Maybe as the ' real ' world is out of phase , unreal , my head is trying to make sense of all it's files . LOL
 
I think I have it just a little worse. English is my native language, I now dream in German - yikes!


I sometimes dream in French, with long conversations, no French Postcard. I have been to France more than a few times had some long stays.

Usually, I am explaining something, and the conversation is structured.

No problem dreaming in Czech, about the only Czech I know is Prosim Pivo.

J
 
Leica dream

Leica dream

I sometimes dream that I'm away on a great journey to some remote corner of the world, only to realize that I forgot to bring my camera. What a nightmare!

These days, I'm dreaming about a M9. So much, in fact, that I set up an entire web site dedicated to the dream: www.leicadream.com

Jarle
 
Apparently, some people can learn how to take control of their dreams:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dream

I have had one lucid dream, quite long - I remember it very well.

Almost 40 years ago I was the entertainments secretary for a small Further Education college in SE England; I was responsible for booking bands for gigs. Mostly we booked them in the College hall, but a couple of times we got ambitious and booked a ballroom associated with an entertainment complex in town. This particular dream started as a dream of embarrassment: it was gig night, the band were about to go on, the audience were there (it was a sell-out), and then the venue's manager appeared, together with a middle-aged lady to tell me that I'd got it all wrong: that this wasn't my night, the booking I'd made was for a different night, and I'd booked the band, had posters printed & had sold tickets for the wrong night. Every promoter's nightmare..... Except that for some reason I started thinking about what gig it actually was. I knew that I'd booked this hall for two gigs, and i knew which bands I'd booked for those gigs, and this band wasn't one of them. So, I reasoned, this must actually be a dream! I remember I explained this, with pleasure & delight, to the manager & the middle-aged lady, and then I got myself a drink, went down into the auditorium and decided to enjoy the band. I have a vague memory that I did just that, for quite some time, but eventually the dream drifted off into other topics and slipped out of my 'conscious dreaming' state.

But I remember the main part of it very clearly, and the fact that I knew I was 'consciously dreaming' and really, really enjoying it: there was no fear or alarm at all. In fact, I remember deliberately deciding to not worry about all the 'gig ,nagement' stuff that I owuld have been doing in a real gig: this was a dream, so it really didn't matter.
 
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