Had any Y2K dreams?

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Just ten minutes ago I had the most intense dream I've ever had. It came about because yesterday I told my department that I wasn't going to do graduate school because I had to go off and learn permaculture and self-reliance due to y2k. It also came about because yesterday I decided that I had to leave this great forum, due to two things I read yesterday. One was somebody's repeated paraphrasing of Hamasaki - "How many warnings do you need", the other was D. Scott Secor's tagline on csy2k - " We may all be "toast", but must continue probing the toaster with a fork until the issues are resolved." I realised that toaster probing is not the best use of my precious time right now. Still, I'm sure I'll visit when time allows. Anyhow, this dream I had...

The details fade with every second, but basically it was about about my current transition in life, encapsulated within the setting of the final episode of "Welcome Back Cotter", which I had watched a few months ago. The dream had such intense emotions to do with rites of passage. For some reason everyone was dancing, I was dancing with Juan Epstein, and my girlfriend was there dancing with Vinnie Barbarino. Nice to see her again. Gabe Cotter was there, symbolising my proffessors and, I think, my many teachers here at Timebomb 2000. I explained to Cotter how grateful I was for all the guidance and knowledge and good times. He's such a swell guy! I explained to him how the whole show was entertaining and touching and well-written. At the end of it he was lying on top of me (!!!NO, it wasn't a sex thing! Nobody was aroused :} ) which seemed to symbolise the protection and shelteredness from the real world I'd received from university and cyberspace, esp. yourdonites. All through the dream John Sebastien's "Welcome Back" song was playing, which I've always found to be a tear-jerker. I woke up feeling vigorous and ready to step into the unknown.

Well this has been a self-indulgent post, but let the thread continue along the lines of "HAVE YOU HAD ANY Y2K RELATED DREAMS??"

-- humptydumpty (no.6@thevillage.com), March 12, 1999

Answers

Yes. Nightmares during the first six months. They diminished as I prepared for more self reliance one step at a time. Now I dream about the beauties of nature again. Hope you will too. Keep well and good luck.

-- Watchful (seethesea@msn.com), March 12, 1999.

Nightmares the first few months in which I dreamed I had nothing. Pleasant dreams the next couple of months in which I dreamed the IRS had nothing. Reality sets in on awakening when I realize that no matter how much I prepare, I can't think or acquire everything. But then again, neither can the IRS.

-- Lobo (Hiding@woods.com), March 12, 1999.

Nightmares the first few months in which I dreamed I had nothing. Pleasant dreams the next couple of months in which I dreamed the IRS had nothing. Reality sets in on awakening when I realize that no matter how much I prepare, I can't think of or acquire everything. But then again, neither can the IRS.

-- Lobo (Hiding@woods.com), March 12, 1999.

The other night I dreamed that I was pregnant again, and later, that I was furious with my oldest daughter. I don't remember why, now, but I remember telling myself when I awoke that it was only a dream, only a dream, only a dream...

How much I hope that in June of 2000, I can tell myself the same thing about Y2K!

-- Tricia the Canuck (jayles@telusplanet.net), March 12, 1999.


I dreamed a school bus full of refugees pulled into my driveway...apparently to stay. A man I didn't know conversationally asked me "Exactly how much do you think you owe these people?"

-- Helen (sstaten@fullnet.net), March 12, 1999.


Haven't slept more than 6 hours at a stretch since all this started in 1997. Spend 10 to 16 hours a day on Y2K remediation. I think I have nightmares about this, but I am too tired to remember, most of the time. I have not finished preparations yet, but am planning a big push in April. Worried about my wife and sons.

Thanks to all for your insight and comments.

Mike Cumbie.

-- Mike Cumbie (Mikecumbie@aol.com), March 12, 1999.


yes. i get positive dreams when i'm doing something worthwhile to prepare and to help others. i get nasty dreams when i slack off. conscience is a real pain.

-- jocelyne slough (jonslough@tln.net), March 12, 1999.

I had a dream one night, about 1 1/2 years ago now. I dreamed I turned around and saw a giant tidal wave, hundreds of feet high, with whitecaps billowing crashing towards us. It was as wide as the eye could see. Just like in the old Hawaii Five-O beginning, but mush higher and a frontal shot, not a side view. It was Y2K with all its destructive force sweeping towards us through time.

-- Slammer (Slammer@NoSpam.Please), March 12, 1999.

I dreamt about Nicole Kidman. Wasn't about Y2K but it was AOK.

-- Craig (craig@ccinet.ab.ca), March 12, 1999.

I had a great Y2K dream a couple of months ago. It woke me up in the middle of the night and I got right up and wrote down and posted it here. What the hell, here it is again, 'cause it was so funny...

Background -

1. Where I work, we've got several old Mac Performa 5115's. For the uninitiated, these are a model of "all in one" Macs, similar to those new iMacs, but in the classic "Platinum". They're kinda goofy looking and weren't very popular, but before I got to this company, they bought three or four, and now I've "retired" them and replaced them with laptops. We took the case off of one of them and made a "sculpture" out of it and it hangs from the ceiling by the front elevator looping a Director piece. The case is in pieces on the floor of my office. We're a weird company.

2. My parents live in a small town in New Jersey, where I grew up. Last year we cleaned out a ton 'o junk from their basement in order to make room for our preps (it needed to be done anyway). Once a month the town picks up junk from in front of everybody's house. Garabage pickers will swoop down on the junk and grab anything of remotely any value before the garbage trucks make their rounds.

3. When I was growing up in said small town, there was a family named King that had about a million kids. In hindsight, I guess they were OK, but I never really liked them. They lived in this kind of big, spooky house on a hill. The kid a year younger than me went out with my Sophmore/Junior year girlfriend after she and I broke up. The kid who was my age was named Stephen. Stephen King. You can imagine what kind of shit that poor kid had to put up with. He was a little bit of a bully.

The dream -

I'm at my parents house. I put a bunch of Mac Performa 5115's out on the curb for the garbage trucks to pick up the next morning. It's even so vivid, that the Mac with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker on the side is to be seen. I feel kind of bad about putting these machines out for the garbage, but I also think that maybe someone will come by and take them and maybe be able to put them to some use.

The next morning, I look out the window, and there are pieces of platinum computer case strewn all over the yard, the street, and the neighbors' yards. It looks like a massacre, or, if I may, a Macssacre. I'm pretty mad about this, so I go outside and decide to look for the perpatrators. I even see a broken case with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker.

For some reason, I slide on my belly down the street (hey, it IS a dream) until I get to the intersection, and there I see three of these King kids DRESSED UP LIKE THE KILLER BEES FROM THAT OLD SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE SKIT, with baseball bats in their hands, whacking away at the junk on other people's curbs. I throw the piece of the computer case with the "Sex Pistols" bumper sticker on it and hit Stephen King in the head. They all turn to look at me and...

...I wake up!

I think about this dream for about three seconds and then I "Get It" and literally start RIMBLMAO (rolling in my bed laughing my ass off). THE BUGS HAVE BROKEN ALL THE OLD COMPUTERS!

HAHAHAHALOLOLOLHAHAHAHALOLOLOL!!!!!!!

Good night...

-- pshannon (pshannon@inch.com), March 12, 1999.



Just one dream that I would consider to be Y2K related. I was waiting in a large loading dock area (behind some store) for an 18 wheeler that was supposed to be coming in loaded with rice. The strange thing is, we really don't eat much rice. But, after the dream, I purchased a large supply. :-)

-- Gayla Dunbar (privacy@please.com), March 12, 1999.

Glad you posted that one again pshannon. If you hadn't, I WOULD have! Hilarious!

-- FM (vidprof@aol.com), March 12, 1999.

Intro to my dream: The other day my 2 year old came up and put out her hand for me to shake it. She said "Hi, my name is Cindy from Y2K." I laughed and thought "where did that come from?"

Dream: My chocolate lab walked into the bathroom and said "I'm Y2K compliant." Then she walked out.

Kimbo WA

-- Kimbo WA (aliveandwell@WA.com), March 12, 1999.


Yes. I had two dreams on separate nights, that I was in plane that was falling from the sky. Really.

There was no Y2k context, but the symbolism is accurate enough for how I feel about it...

-- Debbie (dbspence@usa.net), March 12, 1999.


About a month ago, I dreamed I was outside cooking over a fire. In my dream, y2k had been in affect for a couple of months. I had a big dutch oven full of some kind of 'stew' going. I heard someone call out hello and looked around and did not see anyone. In a minute I heard it again, and I saw a black man standing in my driveway. He was as scared as I was, and stood wringing his hands. I cautiously walked toward him and said hello. He looked behind him in a nervous manner and I looked around him to see who was with him. His family stood about 30 feet behind him ( I have a long driveway!). They all looked hungry, scared and hopeful at the same time. The man asked me if I had anything they could eat. Scraps would do just fine he said. I remember feeling like I had been punched in the stomach. I told them I could share what was cooking, and did just that. I had some stored animal crackers (boy was that a dream, I hate animal crackers!), that I gave the children. They told me they were walking to a small town about 12 miles from us, to stay with some of their family that had a small farm. They thanked me for the food and said they would pay me back, they promised.

The dream shifted into several months later, and I was hanging clothes out on the clothesline ( I guess this could qualify as a nightmare!) when I once again heard someone call out hello. Looking up I saw the same black man I had fed earlier. He had his family with him, and they were in a rather primitive buggy. He jumped down from the buggy, and walked up to me grinning. "I told you I would be back". From the buggy he brought out several packages of 'cured' meat. That he said was payment for the kindness of feeding his family while they were down on their luck.

This dream was so vivid I can still remember almost every detail. I had been grappling with sharing with have-nots when the SHTF. I think I got my answer in this dream. I have since purchased lots of extra rice, beans and flour and spices.

-- (mybit@cyber.space), March 13, 1999.



My husband, who years and years ago used to participate in local theatrics, had this dream last night, and shared it w/me.

A Great Dramatist wrote a play. It is a vast play, with a cast of billions. The universe is seated in the gallery, watching. The stage sets are works of art, with mountains, valleys, streams, trees, etc. The cast members begin to disagree as to how the play should be performed, and what their lines should be. The arguments get worse and worse. The Playwright finally calls the play off, that there shall be no more theater, and all because the cast refused to learn their part, only Ten Little Lines. The final scene is a blank run down theater marque.

hummmm?

p.s. on him: he does GI, but is not an end of the world type. We prepare because if we are wrong, we can always eat our mistakes.

Mary P.

-- Mary P. (CAgdma@home.com), March 13, 1999.


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