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If you could save your best dreams in a jar would you fill all the shelves in your storage cellar? Which would be the one you go back to open most often?

Asked by SherlockPoems (696 points ) February 19th, 2009
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wilhel1812's avatar

I wonder how you came up with those tags

hearkat's avatar

Do you mean dreams that occur while sleeping, or dreams that represent our goals and wishes for our lives?

steve6's avatar

I think if I had a person I was in love with but they didn’t know it I would go to that jar and talk to them in an attempt to cultivate a relationship. I would try to describe what I liked about that person in a letter that would impress them with the care I used to compose my feelings. I would be pleased if they were interested and talked to me with infatuation and before long I would be on cloud nine as no drug could match. There is nothing like the possibility of love in a jar.

cinderflubbin's avatar

Seeing as how I have no storage cellar, I doubt I would be able to fill it. I’d probabaly keep a tub of them around, though. And the ones that I’d go back to the most would be the ones I forgot in an attempt to remember.

zephyr826's avatar

I don’t think I would keep that many. Maybe a dozen or so, but they need to be kept in a dark place, right. Maybe the linen closet? The one that I’d go back to over and over again would be a dream I had right after I met my husband, where I said all the things I wanted to say to him. He’s far away right now and I miss him terribly. Going back would allow me to pretend that it was all new again.

wundayatta's avatar

The one where I actually get to have sex with the girl in the dream (who I usually don’t know), and have an orgasm. I think that happened once. All the other times, I woke up before I could feel that release. There’s one other dream that might be down there—the flying dream. Often, for me, there are invisible steps I can walk up into the air, and when I get to the top, I can fly where I want. Of course, there is always a troubling component to this dream. I always have a mission and I never seem to be able to complete it. There probably wouldn’t be any other dreams down there, since all the other dreams I remember are either fairly uncomfortable or bad.

nebule's avatar

probably…lesbian dreams…

steelmarket's avatar

The dark roasted ones.

rh11cp's avatar

the dream where i ended up marrying james. and i was with him forever. because i know this might not ever happen now =[

gailcalled's avatar

Repeating myself here..this is how William Butler Yeats put it;

The Cloths of Heaven
________________________

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

janbb's avatar

I would have shelves and shelves of brightly colored glass jars filled with all the wonderful dreams I’ve had over the years. (Sometimes I feel like I are more alive at night than in the daytime.) There were a series of dreams about moving back into and renovating the farmhouse I lived in when I was a girl which was sold, vandalized and then later burnt down. More recently, there have been dreams of moving into a lovely big old house with many wonderful rooms in it. Another powerful thread of dreams have contained my younger son when he was a child and I wake up trying to hold on to him, “There you are, that’s you, that’s the way you felt.” Maybe because he was my last child, he comes back to me so vividly.

poofandmook's avatar

I’d jar up the Hugh Laurie sex dream, and the dream when I was part of Pioneer Woman‘s family. (Note to self: to avoid dreaming about people you’ve never met, do not read their blogs before bed in an envious manner)

nebule's avatar

@poofandmook oooooh Hugh Laurie…mmmmmmm :-)

evelyns_pet_zebra's avatar

I’d put in those dreams that moved me very deeply, but then, I have forgotten over the years except for the tiny bits that remain to haunt me. There are about 12 of them as I recall. 12 jars equals a case, so I guess I could keep them in the fridge. :-)

90s_kid's avatar

My dreams always turn into nightmares. Oh they’re terrible!!

adreamofautumn's avatar

I have a few random dreams that I am convinced would make great screenplays. I think I would jar those so I could keep them around until i’m done procrastinating enough to actually write said screenplay.
I also read this as my dreams meaning those things that I hope for someday in which case I want the one where I marry the girl of my dreams and live in a house resembling “the burrow” from Harry Potter to be on the shelf, as well as the one where I just drop my whole life for a year and travel the world with nothing but a backpack, a camera, and some odd jobs.

Pol_is_aware's avatar

I once had a dream that seemed to last forever. I was living in an out door supermarket, and everyone I ever knew was there. We shopped and shopped and shopped, and later on a friend and I took up jobs in landscaping to support our addictions to linked sausage.

CMaz's avatar

I would go back to the jar that included the love of my life. I miss her dearly.

SundayKittens's avatar

The one where I’m playing checkers with Bert (sans Ernie) in a darkened room and as soon as he realizes I’ve beaten him his head grows 10 times the size and he leans over and chomps my noggin off. True story!!!

Lonestarwildman's avatar

When I reached puberty I had many wet dreams.Those are the ones I would revisit.

Dr_C's avatar

“If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with”

Zen's avatar

@Dr_C I miss Croce.

I think I’d have but one dream (but the title of this question reminded me of the song with the line “Catch a falling star and put it in a jar and save it for a rainy day”: It would be health for my kids.

Everything is I either have, or could get.

I love quoting (and living by) Neil Young’s words: give me things that don’t get lost.

abbeyricker's avatar

i have lotz of dreams and i would save them all becuz i have dreams about things tht will and did happen…kinda wierd but thts how i am.

CMaz's avatar

“I would go back to the jar that included the love of my life. I miss her dearly.”

I retract that. I would toss that jar in the ocean, hoping it finds a dark cold place at the deepest, depth of the sea.

hungryhungryhortence's avatar

It’s a tie. One is a dream of the past and one is a dream of the future.

1) The President of The Good Intentions Paving Company and I live on a New Mexico compound made up of grouped airstream trailers all interconnected by wooden patios and zen gardens. Our closest friends live with us and we’ve an airplane hanger filled with motorbikes, a helicopter, small plane and a few cars. We travel between that home base, a small beach shack in Northern California and a sister compound of friends in New Hampshire.

2) Mr. and I live in a Northern California beach shack that has an outdoor soaking tub. He makes the rounds of several “alternative” farms lending his horticulture expertise. I stay at home raising mushroom and poppy children when I’m not playing “day trader” with my financial wizard brotherman. Several months a year we’re out to sea on a gorgeous sailboat.

kysutherncomfrt's avatar

i would fill my jars full of dreams of my little nephew Will that passed away at the age of 3 from a rare form of leukemia. the dreams where i can feel his little hand in mine and hear his bellly laughs from me kissin his little arm when i ask him “where’s my chicken wing?” and he raises his arm up for the kisses that tickle. to feel him wrapped up in a hug and hear his little voice say “i love you too” The 12th of march would have been his 7th birthday…i wish i had that jar right now.

OmegaGraham's avatar

The one when I’m not alone anymore.

GabrielsLamb's avatar

The one where I actually did everything right, went to prom, dated sane rational men, and became a literary scholar and a college professor, married a doctor and had 2 beautiful children who grew up went to Harvard and Oxford and became the two scientists that cured cancer and Aids. *Yeah, that one!

likipie's avatar

Mine would definitely take up some space. I think the ones I would go back to the most would be the ones where I was with him.

Inspired_2write's avatar

The jar that enabled me to fix the problems in life that caused strife.
To promote happiness. peace,understanding.

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