I had a dream

I can remember dreams only when they occur right before I wake up for good. That happened this morning, and I thought I’d recount another weird one.

I was on a football team, playing on a big field in a stadium. All of a sudden a big wind swept all the players up and dumped our team in a foreign land, which I somehow knew was Mexico.  As we lay on the ground, all but two of the players vanished, leaving me and one other.  Shortly thereafter, two Mexican women, both very pretty, came to us, and each of us had one take his arm and lead us away. My impression was that they were supposed to take care of us.

My “date” said something like, “You look hungry. Let’s get you some good food.” She took me to a place where a man was standing before a big pot of boiling oil. In the oil he was cooking hollow cylinders of dough, about half the size of a churro but more like shredded wheat, so you could see through them. I was told that this was excellent comfort food, but woke up before I could try it.

I have no idea, of course, what this means.


  1. GBJames
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 10:04 am | Permalink

    I think it means that this is breakfast time.

  2. Randall Schenck
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 10:23 am | Permalink

    I think the direct cause of this is living in the era of Trump. You may need to strap yourself to the bed.

  3. Diana MacPherson
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 10:24 am | Permalink

    I don’t know what it means, but I want donuts now.

  4. Posted April 12, 2018 at 10:31 am | Permalink

    I’ve had dreams where I meet a beautiful woman in a foreign land, but they usually end differently than yours.

    • infiniteimprobabilit
      Posted April 12, 2018 at 7:32 pm | Permalink



  5. Posted April 12, 2018 at 10:43 am | Permalink

    You met a beautiful woman on your travels and she came with delicious food. The best of all possible worlds! LOL

  6. Posted April 12, 2018 at 11:03 am | Permalink

    I’d say the absence of cats and cowboy boots is very ominous indeed.

  7. Liz
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 11:04 am | Permalink

    I don’t always remember my dreams but I remembered last night. In the first part I was with two cousins, my aunt, my sister, and mom. My sister had an ooze coming out of her arm and I restlessly woke up in real life with this sort of lonely feeling. In the next dream I was at this huge college type of party but there were all types and ages of people there. I was hanging out in this grey hooded sweatshirt and my hair was intentionally messy which is weird. It was an overall happy feeling, sort of like a sleepy, giddy, happy, fun feeling. I went over to where this man was hanging out with his friends who were older than college students. He asked me to go inside (to a shared fraternity/sorority) house and come back with a breakfast size box of Cheerios, apricots, and one more thing. In my dream I had to say them out loud to remember and was getting confused if the last item was milk or something else. I thought that of course it’s not milk because that is obvious (as a complement to the Cheerios). I went inside, happy, and felt like I was on a fun scavenger hunt. After I started to find only half eaten boxes of the individual size Cheerios, I began to think, “Oh, no! What if I don’t find these things?” I didn’t find them, came back empty handed but everyone was just laughing and happy anyway. There was one more part that I can’t remember now. Weird dream.

  8. Posted April 12, 2018 at 11:10 am | Permalink

    It means nothing!

    • Posted April 12, 2018 at 11:53 am | Permalink

      Likely true, but I did notice the “just know” experience. I have experienced that in dreams too – in fact that’s how I often identify what would be by sight other people.

      I wonder if that’s related to the similar experience people get when waking – the “dogmatic certainty” that skeptics work against sometimes.

      I assume there’s a part of the brain that tags beliefs with strengths (so to speak) and maybe that part can be turned off in sleep, pathology, dumb luck, etc.

      • W.T. Effingham
        Posted April 12, 2018 at 2:24 pm | Permalink

        In __Evolving Brains, Emerging Gods__ E. Fuller Torrey gives about thirty examples (appendix B) of indigenous tribes’ cultural Spiritual belief systems. Most of the Dogmatic certainties the ancient cultures he mentions seem mild compared to the profit- motivated woo modern televangelists try to spread.

  9. busterggi
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 11:40 am | Permalink

    I don’t know whaat it means either but I’m pretty sure going to Taco Bell is still not the best idea for lunch.

  10. BobTerrace
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 1:02 pm | Permalink

    Want to turn it into a nightmare? Eat that comfort food with peanut butter and sardines.

    I have no clue what that dream means.

  11. natalielaberlinoise
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 1:20 pm | Permalink

    Dreams are a wondrous source of creativity and storytelling that we all have in common and I enjoy reading yours when you share them. I had only 2 dreams so far with a message in them that was unmistakeably significant for my life – but those statements were so obvious that I didn’t have to think about them twice. So if there isn’t anything strikingly meaningful in my dreams, I don’t go searching. This dream of yours seems very friendly – I wonder what that comfort food would have tasted like? That lady sounds very nice!

  12. Ken Kukec
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 1:28 pm | Permalink

    Gotta watch out down in Mexico, boss; as a wise Nobel Laureate cautioned, they got some hungry women there and, man, they really make a mess outta you.

  13. Thanny
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 2:34 pm | Permalink

    No one remembers dreams unless they are woken up in the middle of them.

    If you’re dreaming, you haven’t yet gotten enough sleep.

    So the upshot is, only those who are at least somewhat sleep deprived remember any dreams.

    Dreams never mean anything. They are a consequence of the brain sorting through the day’s input, and can’t be counted on to make any sense at all.

    • infiniteimprobabilit
      Posted April 12, 2018 at 7:30 pm | Permalink


      I had a dream last night, quite complex and detailed. The bits I remember are:
      A friend was starting up an old car in my yard, it started quite well [1] but I wanted to give him my cellphone [2] number in case he broke down, all the ballpoint pens I tried were only half-writing [3] but I eventually got it written. Then I noticed people working in my garden [4], one of them was trying to paint the fence with gloss urethane paint so I stopped him and pointed out that you use fence stain, then I noticed a little open ditch [5] being widened and loads of gravel being dug out of it [6] so I stopped that and looked for a barrow to take the gravel away and stockpile it rather than wasting it taking it to the tip, but the barrow was half full of stuff already [7].

      All these things are directly traceable to recent occurrences – [1] I recently put a rebuilt motor in my car, [2] I mislaid my cellphone two days ago, [3] I have too many ballpoints like that, [4] my wife often gets her cousins in to help her in the garden, and last night there was an intensely irritating Aussie house-selling ‘reality’ program on TV, in which they quite unnecessarily re-worked a perfectly good front garden, [5] we have a hole in the corner of our lawn where a drain comes out which I recently cleaned out, [6] the irritating Aussie program was throwing away loads of perfectly good ‘garden pebbles’, [7] I wanted the barrow the other day but my wife was using it.

      Every element traceable to something I recently thought about.

      Of course any decent Freudian would have linked the whole thing to some repressed sexual urge. 😉


  14. James Walker
    Posted April 12, 2018 at 8:50 pm | Permalink

    Tangential to your dream, but everytime I see that headline I think of a scene from “The Fisher King”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmfGLfWqlzA

  15. AC Harper
    Posted April 13, 2018 at 3:26 am | Permalink

    I am not an expert (IANAE) but I suspect that dreaming is just brain housekeeping tidying up or consolidating memories. Certainly some of my dream content relates to recent daytime events, if indirectly, but I also suspect that the housekeeping tidies up long term memories/predictive algorithms that have been ‘updated’ by fresh experience or by extended disuse.

    “To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to prune my memories – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what housekeeping may come…” (Hamletish)

  16. Posted April 13, 2018 at 9:08 pm | Permalink

    Perhaps our dear professor has a yearning to meet a nice woman and settle down. It’s something in the air – like spring, ducks and robins.

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