Hi Angela, once (when I was using my vcr often), I was aware I was dreaming, and I rewound the dream and dreamt it again. It was so weird!

I don't dream of cities that exist; they're dream cities, sometimes European. I work in a lab, but when I dream of labs, they are dream labs. I don't know why I don't dream about my real lab and real towns. These dreamscapes recurr in my dreams. Airports and planes, too. Same with places where I live. The homes I invent in my dreams are very cool with many rooms and tons of closet space!

One time, a scary character from The Sopranos was in my lab building!

When I was a child I had a recurrent scary dream. Exactly the same every time.

a few minutes ago... I woke up from a dream.

the sky was purple, with fluorescent pink stars.

and I remember saying to myself... my husband's *never* going to believe THIS!

so, in my dream, (like you, ZF, I was aware that I was dreaming) I got up, went to my desk, got my little Nikon - I even remember unzipping the case, and slipping out my little digital Coolpix 4100...

I went back to bed, (and dream-sleep) re-entered the dream inside the dream, and took photographs of my dream-sky.

and I woke up humming:

Kodachrome...
You give us those nice bright colors
You give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah!
I got my Nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So Mama, don't take my Kodachrome away

CayoKay, that is too cool! Are you an artist? Your dream colors are divine!

~Zucchini

I woke up from a dream the other night where I was putting something in a small package into a bag. When I opened my eyes, my arms were moving like I was putting whatever it was in my dream into the plastic bag!

I've had this happen a long time ago, but this seems to get a bit more intense now.

John

not an artist, lol, I wish!

took art classes in HS, and never did get the hang of perspective stuff.

abstract is more my style, I guess, and doodles, I just love 'em!

about that fluorescent dream-sky, actually, I remember finding it oddly disturbing, as if I was on another planet or something, a long, long way from home.

oh, and pleased to meet you, Zuchinni!

I don't really *belong* over here in Parkinson's (being an MS'er and all) but the dream topic was too tempting to resist, and I knew that if I didn't write it down *immediately* it would vanish into my cog-fog realm of lost memories.

Well, I'm glad your dream is now archived!

I used to spend time on the MS board a few years ago when it seemed to me and my neuro that I might have an autoimmune disorder, since I had discoid lupus in the 80's (had a biopsy) and he was clueless about my foot dystonia or my inability to tap my fingers or my stiff right side and slurring speech. How can respected neuros be so unaware? Boggles my mind.

Turns out people with the PD LRRK2 gene ( the ashkenazi one) often present with foot dystonia which was my initial obvious problem because I could not walk and was in agony. I begged for baclofen for 2 months before he gave it to me. I was spending $200 a week on taxies to get to work! He didn't even know it was dystonia. Guess I'm still angry about my unneccesary agony.

I've been in alot of pain recently, so my sense of humor is hard to find.

How are you doing? How's the board these days? Do people post on 'both' ms boards or is there a split?

The best dreams have real plots with conclusions. I often dream, and in my dream wake up and marvel at what I have dreamt, and still dreaming I relate my dream to the people in the new dream.
I also dream of the consequences of an earlier dream. In one dream we visited a small, exquisite white and gold castle in a forest. My children spent a long time roller skating on the castle's large balcony. In the next dream we were in a shop, and there we found a series of films with my children roller skating at the castle. Someone had filmed our visit to the castle, and was selling the films. It made us furious.... the sneaky filming of us, the invasion of our privacy..

In another dream we were having dinner at the house of good friends, and for once - and this is very rare - it looked like the house of these friends. All the children were there, ours and the friends', and when dessert had been served, the father of the house opened a little cabinet with controls, and while we ate cake, the house drove on rails through tunnels to end up at the Museum of Natural History's underground entrance. I don't remember the museum visit, the dream probably stopped at the door.

And one of my funniest dreams was that we bought a very large vacation house, and when I visited it for the first time, I brought my little 8 yr old grandson. We climbed up a large, elegant stair to the 2nd floor, opened the first door and found a large magnificent kitchen with everything sized for children. Then we heard voices, and went to check the next room. We opened the door to a large room filled with round tables at which women in pastel colored clothes and large, colorful hats with flowers sat drinking tea and chattering. I asked the woman standing by the door, ready to read a speech, what they were doing in my house, and she said, "Don't you know that your house keeper rents the house out to functions when you are not here? Look out the window, and you can see there is a wedding in the garden." I looked out the window, and there was the wedding. I laughed so hard that it woke me up.

And those three are enough for now.

Never ever!!

some do, some don't.



apart from a sprained ankle, I guess I'm doing ok.

I've been acting out my dreams lately. The second time happened last night. I was again stuffing packages into plastic bags and woke my self up with moving arms and hands. Later on in the same night, which probably explains why I'm so tired, I was playing the piano and my hands and arms were going to town to the music. The piece was a rondo (finale) from a Schubert piano sonata I looked at earlier in the evening. Needless to say, I'm pretty tired today. I'm not sure if it's all from the lack of sleep, at only 3.5 hours, or it's from all the moving all night.

John