NorthC said:

leadline said:

yes, I would agree with that, there are just some things that cant be spoken during waking hours

I agree with that too, which is why I try remembering my dreams more by writing them down or drawing them.

I find it interesting that some people wake up and remember every detail of their dreams while others, like me, lose almost all memory of the dream immediately except for vague bits and pieces.

purplethunder3121 said:

NorthC said:

leadline said: I agree with that too, which is why I try remembering my dreams more by writing them down or drawing them.

I find it interesting that some people wake up and remember every detail of their dreams while others, like me, lose almost all memory of the dream immediately except for vague bits and pieces.

The closer your dream is to when you wake the more you will remember. If you want to remember all your dreams, set your alarm to wake you up every hour.

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To the OP Some Dream, Wow!

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Cool Dream

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jonnymon said:

I had the most vivid dream last night. I've been thinking about it all day. I can't get it out of my head.

I was at a club I'd never been to. It was small and intimate, but the enterance included a series of twisting hallways that were very dark. While navigating my way through, I heard this music in the background that was growing louder with each step I took. It was his music. I knew it was his, even though I'd never hear it before. It was this real chill track, kinda like "June" but with some guitar similar to "Beautiful Strange".

Finally I made my way to the inner sanctum and there he was, alone on the stage, sitting on a stool with this guitar that had an actual swirling galaxy in the middle. There was a single spotline directy above and he was bathed in this etheral glow. He looked very comfortable and smiled as I walked in and nodded in the direction of an empty seat near the stage. I made my way through a pretty large crowd of people who I knew were those who really followed him (I don't know, maybe other Org members) When I sat down he spoke. Not to me but everyone.

He said. "I'm sorry it happened so soon. But its not our own plan that we follow. I didn't want to suffer anymore, and I didn't wan't die in a bed, sick and with people crying over me. It had to be the way it was. I just wish I could have said goodbye to everyone. There was one more song."

That was it. He paused for a moment as if he had something else to say, but instead just smiled again and I woke up.

I've had many thoughts about the dream since last night and in a way I feel like it finally has given me some closure. I've had a number of dreams of him since he died, but nothing like this. I wish I could remember that song...

Dreams always reveal more about the dreamer . . . .

Hi all. First: wonderful dream--I loved it. I've been journaling mine and am way, way, way late posting them. To avoid hijacking this lovely thread, I will post my dream journal on the "post dreams here" thread. If anyone is interested, please check them out. Especially the one on 6/20. Sorry, I don't know how to link to other threads yet...

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I hope I'm not hijacking a thread, but this was the most recent one. My apologies if so.

I've been journaling my dreams since Prince died. I never dreamed about Prince before, but I have in the past few months and thought my dreams might bring comfort to others. Especially the 6/20 one. Sorry for the long post. Here goes!

5/?: It was a week or two after Prince died. I was still crying a lot, but not fully understanding why. One night I dreamed. It was early spring, when the ground is still cold and a little soggy. There were no leaves yet on the tall, narrow, trees. The dawn sky was purple, with swirls of pink and blue. Like the backdrop at the Atlanta concert, but not as bright. I felt tiny grains of snow, cold and wet, hitting my face and heard Prince singing: Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes you feel so bad Sometimes you wish that life was everlasting But all good things never last… I saw a path over my right shoulder, sloping up an embankment. It was straight and paved, but I chose to climb not on the path but next to it, hanging on to the outside of the split rail fence, walking over the jumbled rocks on the bank. As I got to the top, the rocks became soft blocks of foam and I realized I could step over the fence rail onto the path any time I wanted. Symbolism pretty clear: I need to change a few things in my life. Don’t know what yet, but I will change—that much I know. Someone showed me what can be achieved if you’re 100% committed to being who you are meant to be.

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6/20: I had another dream last night! Probably the two Prince bio books I recently read and a long trip home from Maine spent surfing the ‘net on my phone. Last night’s dream was so cool and very lucid. I was riding on a small shuttle bus and Prince was driving it. He was picking up people in what looked an inner-city neighborhood and dropping them off at a tree-lined campus with brick buildings where I knew they would study the bible and learn about God. I didn’t really see the people who came on and off the bus, they were just shadows to me. After we dropped them off, Prince pulled over and walked back towards where I was. He looked good-- healthy, happy. His hair was long like in the late 90’s and I said, “Hey! You’re wearing jeans!” He just laughed. Then he sat down facing me and I looked at his hands. They were so small. I asked him how he made those hands play so fast, like lightening. And he laughed again and held his palm up to mine. My hand was bigger than his. (Probably true in real life--I have large hands for a woman.) As I watched, his hand, still on mine, changed to a child’s. Then the dream ended. I have no idea what that last part meant, but I woke up happy. If there is an afterworld, I’d like to think Prince is happy, too. Maybe it means he’s coming back someday?

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6/30: And the dreams keep coming. Last night’s was a jumble. I don’t remember much, but there were people and movement. Prince was wearing a purple suit with a big, orange, love symbol sewn into it. He held his hand out and led me across a patio into a huge room in a house where everything, everywhere, was white. The patio, floor, stairs, ramps, furniture, every surface was covered ankle-deep in either whipped cream or marshmallow fluff. It was light and soft as we walked through it; I understood this to be a gift from him to me. And a very funny one at that. Dude, if you’re trying to communicate, bring chocolate bars and graham crackers next time, OK? We’ll make S’mores.

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7/9: Good god, another one. But I don’t remember a lot if it, just flashes and strong feelings. Prince and I were friends… lovers. I don’t know. But I know he wanted me to love him and I didn’t, not really. He left, and I realized suddenly that I did love him after all, desperately. I felt that. This part is clearer: I followed him to where he was looking at a house to buy. It was red with white trim (red, really?) and in the woods, overlooking a ravine on one side and a wide, open valley on the other. I could see right through the house to the valley because the walls were all windows. I followed Prince and the real estate agent over a footbridge and into the house. Prince was sitting at a desk next to the glass and I thought I could make him hear me if I wrote a letter. But that made no sense because I was standing right next to him. Maybe if I got down on my knees and begged, he might take me back? I kneeled… and woke up. Yes, as a fan I neglected him. That dream hurt and I deserved it.

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7/26: No dreams lately, but I still miss the little purple guy. I’ve been filling the empty space with lots of music, both old and new. On Sunday my husband and I went to see Purple Xperience in Hartford, CT. It was great to hear the music live. I worried a tribute show might be a parody of Prince, but it was fun and respectful and the musicians were very good. Mostly I went to see Matt “Dr” Fink. He was his same chill self and a really nice guy. Before the band played Purple Rain to close the show, he said a few words then shook a bunch of hands at the front of the stage. When I shook his hand I asked him to please take care of himself and I could see he was momentarily startled by that, but he said thanks. (None of us are getting any younger, and he’s working awfully hard between the tribute band and the Revolution reunion.) Matt and the band hung out in the lobby for quite a while after the show, relaxed and chatting with people, taking pictures, signing autographs. I got both. (His arm was around me and vice versa. For the record, he feels huggable.) Again, very, very nice guy, and I appreciate him for being so accessible. I wished him luck with the reunion shows in September. How I wish I could be there!

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7/28: I stand corrected—another dream. A fun one this time. Maybe I’m forgiven? Turns out dream-Prince is, despite awkward movie snogging, a very good kisser. And…… I think I’ll keep the rest of *that* dream for myself.

jonnymon said:

I had the most vivid dream last night. I've been thinking about it all day. I can't get it out of my head.

I was at a club I'd never been to. It was small and intimate, but the enterance included a series of twisting hallways that were very dark. While navigating my way through, I heard this music in the background that was growing louder with each step I took. It was his music. I knew it was his, even though I'd never hear it before. It was this real chill track, kinda like "June" but with some guitar similar to "Beautiful Strange".

Finally I made my way to the inner sanctum and there he was, alone on the stage, sitting on a stool with this guitar that had an actual swirling galaxy in the middle. There was a single spotline directy above and he was bathed in this etheral glow. He looked very comfortable and smiled as I walked in and nodded in the direction of an empty seat near the stage. I made my way through a pretty large crowd of people who I knew were those who really followed him (I don't know, maybe other Org members) When I sat down he spoke. Not to me but everyone.

He said. "I'm sorry it happened so soon. But its not our own plan that we follow. I didn't want to suffer anymore, and I didn't wan't die in a bed, sick and with people crying over me. It had to be the way it was. I just wish I could have said goodbye to everyone. There was one more song."

That was it. He paused for a moment as if he had something else to say, but instead just smiled again and I woke up.

I've had many thoughts about the dream since last night and in a way I feel like it finally has given me some closure. I've had a number of dreams of him since he died, but nothing like this. I wish I could remember that song...

I've had pretty vivid dreams..visions, and they are real to me and I never forget them. I believe it was him in some form. Whatever it was, the message was simple and comforting.

jonnymon said:

That is beautiful. Thanks for sharing.