Vintage dreams?

[Jovan]

I had just about the strangest dream last night. I guess it was brought on by the fact that I'm seeing the whole family together for the first time in years come Wednesday.

Basically, it started with me going about town wearing some '60s style suit and a black trilby, complete with a narrow dark tie and white shirt. My uncle was with me, uncharacteristically wearing a tan suit of some sort. Then we were watching a movie... I think it was Transformers, and came out of the theatre with my stepfather and some friends. All of us wearing suits, hats, and dresses of course. They wanted to see Fantastic Four... we wanted to avoid it. This is the same old fashioned theatre I've had in previous dreams, for the record. No doors, just curtains. Next I know (after waking up for approximately ten seconds) I'm at the old cottage which my grandparents haven't lived in for years. All of us are wearing period garments from the '30s and there's a bar inside. (Scary! Most of my family have the alcoholism gene.) I find a bunch of straw boater hats and decide to take one along to a car ride.

Then I wake up today, and find it's 2 PM.
...
I'd slept for about 11 hours.

Any of you Freudians want to take a stab at this? (Or just share similar dreams.)

 

[happyfilmluvguy]

A friend of mine had a dream once of him, another friend of ours, and myself as neighbors, all walking out of our homes at the same time, wearing a suit and fedora to go to work, very 50's. I think my clothes are getting to him.

 

[Jovan]

Similarly, I think Fedora Lounge and my love of past styles are getting to me. I mean... my grandfather was wearing a three piece suit. I bet he hasn't done that in decades, much less ever.

 

[Benny Holiday]

There's very little vintage clothing to be found here in Sydney nowadays. Years ago, there were shops in the City, Glebe, Newtown and Paddington full of cool '40s and '50s threads, but none now. So, these days you've really got to work to keep your look together, hunting around, going to tailors, messing around on Ebay.

I must really miss those days when you could just go into a shop and there'd be a row of '40s or '50s suits, or flecked trousers and sportscoats or cool Hollywood shirts, because every so often I have a vivid dream that I'm the City (only it doesn't look like the real Sydney) and I'm in a shop full of wild clothes, sometimes Golden Era, sometimes '50s Rockabilly. Everything's vintage wool, two-tones and flecks. In every dream, I have the feeling that I've found the motherlode of cool threads.

Where are shops like retro, Rancho Deluxe and Top hat when you need 'em?

 

[Jovan]

Dreams like that would make me want to sleep forever.

 

[CharlieH.]

I get these all the time...
The one I remember most was a perfectly normal scene on Hallowe'en of 1938 (and in black and white to boot). I was at my (completely fictitious) girlfriend's house listening to the radio when someone turned the dial to Orson Welle's War Of The Worlds broadcasts. We all went into a panic, and my girl and I hid in a closet upstairs. Right when I started to take off my necktie the scene switched to the outside of a 1970's house, in colour, and all alone.
Then there are the rare dreams featuring loungers. The last one involved me sitting in a 1940's living room looking at pictures from the QM. When I saw a pic of 3 local lovelies, they angrily looked at me from the picture and gave me the ole bronx cheer.

 

[killertomata]

^The 1938 part of that sounds like a very interesting albeit probably frightening dream, while you're in it. But wow, almost like being there.

I dream vintage all the time but I mostly attribute it to the fact that I fall asleep almost every night listening to OTR- and my dreams have always pulled in whatever is going on around me (it's a pain when alarm clocks don't work because in your dream it's just the radio in the car you're driving in the dream, or because it becomes some other dream-sound, so you pretty much don't wake up).

Most recently, I was listening to My Favorite Husband and dreamed myself into an I Love Lucy episode.

Maybe tonight I'll go to sleep listening to War of the Worlds and see what happens.

 

[Jovan]

If you have a hard time waking up from an alarm, I find the old fashioned bell alarms work best. The sound is very sharp and louder than most modern alarms go. Additionally, ThinkGeek sell a "Ninja Alarm" that has a bed shaker unit you can put under your pillow... literally vibrating you awake. The alarm also goes to an unbearable 113 dB.

 

[Twitch]

We all fuel our dreams with thoughts and visions during our waking hours so it is not too wierd to imagine we'd have a dream including vintage clothing.

The fact that we see those who have passed on is not too rare. We have fleeting thoughts of them in waking hours and allow them to habitate our dreams. Even when we had no waking thoughts of them we still get to interact with them in the subconscious. Hadn't thought of my grandmother for quite a while then she was in a dream lately. ???

Perhaps we have a calendar reminder buried deep in our dream apparatus to periodically animate dead loved ones. Certainly one reason we interact with them in dreams is that we miss them in life and wish we could still talk to them. It has been said that it is their way of visiting us and not the ghost and spirit business we imagine.

The dream state is such a fun and strange internal movie theater isn't it?

 

[Phil]

Ah yes. Dreaming in vintage. Mine aren't so happy. My freinds are getting all moody recently because we're all heading off to college, and they're not exactly thinking or acting normally. So, turmoil and problems arise. These problems and worries follow me into my dreams. Recently they insulted my love for hats, and my love for looking classy.

So... Me in nice black suit, tommy gun, pudding factory (yeah, I know. Not exactly the dramatic Grand Central Stateion scene from Untouchables, but that's why it was a dream). You put the pieces together. And that's been recurring for the past 3 or 4 nights.

 

[killertomata]

If you have a hard time waking up from an alarm, I find the old fashioned bell alarms work best. The sound is very sharp and louder than most modern alarms go. Additionally, ThinkGeek sell a "Ninja Alarm" that has a bed shaker unit you can put under your pillow... literally vibrating you awake. The alarm also goes to an unbearable 113 dB.

Now that might actually work!


I wonder if there are any writers here who dream vintage and then use the dreams as storylines.

Phil, your dream sounds like something you could start of a nice noir short story with.

 

[Phil]

Phil, your dream sounds like something you could start of a nice noir short story with.

Actually, I wrote a story for creative writing that featured a dream of mine. So, it woulnd't be the first. I think I'll post it at a mile stone like Mr. Chevalier. So FL members. Keep your eyes peeled.

 

[lindylady]

I had a vintage dream last night, but it had some weird elements. I was traveling in a 50s Cadillac to a ballroom. I wore a pink top and a frilly white skirt with a crinoline.My sidekick (or date? the dream never clarified it for me) was a tall, well-built man with shoulder-length brown hair. He wore a suit and carried a guitar. I guess he was to play with the band, who were setting up when we arrived. I remember the ballroom being a black and white Art Deco design. The floor was shiny, and I tested its danceability before I woke up.

Guess I shouldn't have had that gin on the rocks before bed lol

 

[Senator Jack]

When I was a lad in the early 70s, I used to dream of getting shot in the head - this on some WWII battlefield. Those who subscribe to reincarnation claim that one tends to have dreams of their previous death in the early years of his next life. I stopped having them when I hit about 20. Till this day, while I'm fascinated by the mid-century, I still have nothing but a passing interest in WWII. Perhaps I'm trying to forget it or trying to recapture the previous life I never got to live.

 

[imoldfashioned]

About a month ago I had a strange dream.

I was in a restaurant with Cary Grant (so far so good!) when I realized I wasn't dressed appropriately so I excused myself to go to the Ladies Room.

I returned in vintage clothing and the decor of the restaurant had changed to another vintage style and there was another man (who I didn't recognize) at the table.

I was given a menu by a waiter and I looked down at it but I couldn't read it.

I looked up and the restaurant decor, my dres, the man and the waiter had all changed again (all still vintage).

Then I woke up. It was one of those dreams where I felt like it meant something but I couldn't figure out what. Very odd.

 

[be_lovely]

I wonder if some of the dreams I have are actually past life experiences. I am never "ME" in those dreams, and I try to make sense of them and where I was at when i wake up, but can never figure them out.

 

[RondoHatton]

Go figure?

I wonder if some of the dreams I have are actually past life experiences. I am never "ME" in those dreams, and I try to make sense of them and where I was at when i wake up, but can never figure them out.

I rarely can remember dreams anymore. One long ago - is vivid the word even if it was dark and unclear? - was uncomfortable, claustrophobic & disturbing, agitated and unhappy. It most definitely was me, whoever that may have been, for it was I who was feeling wronged yet with an acceptance of fate, and trapped in a cramped low horizontal area with a vaulted ceiling. I was smoke. There was a chimney at the foot. I went up the chimney. Awaking in anxiety, I rationalized it must have been the influence of years of watching documentaries (dream predates history channel viewing), ie, the heartbreaking Shoah (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoah_(film)). I interpreted it as having dreamed a dream of being a body creamated in a nazi death camp! I have never mentioned this nightmare until now.

 

[Katie Brookes]

i've had a dream or two about Rudolph Valentino, does that count?

actually recently i did have a dream where i was locked in a vintage clothing store and the only way to get out was going to be to break the windows by using the lovely old parasols or an antique chair so i decided to stay inside. there was more to it than that but i can't remember.

 

[be_lovely]

I rarely can remember dreams anymore. One long ago - is vivid the word even if it was dark and unclear? - was uncomfortable, claustrophobic & disturbing, agitated and unhappy. It most definitely was me, whoever that may have been, for it was I who was feeling wronged yet with an acceptance of fate, and trapped in a cramped low horizontal area with a vaulted ceiling. I was smoke. There was a chimney at the foot. I went up the chimney. Awaking in anxiety, I rationalized it must have been the influence of years of watching documentaries (dream predates history channel viewing), ie, the heartbreaking Shoah (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoah_(film)). I interpreted it as having dreamed a dream of being a body creamated in a nazi death camp! I have never mentioned this nightmare until now.

Whoa.... thats deep!!!! I have always had a sick facination with WWII. I dont know weather its because my grandfather was a German, forced to fight for the other side, and my grandmother witnessed so much living in Germany, but the weird thing is, I married a Jewish guy, that I am now seperated from and divorcing, and my grandparents never really talked about that era, but I have always found being drawn to things from that time. But of course, not from the German side of the war, being an empath for the victims. Strange, our subcautious!!!!!

 

[Quigley Brown]

I had a dream last night of being in a large room in a big, old building where the world's largest collection of vintage neckties was going to be sold (the owner had recently passed away...his body was even on display there ). Apparently I was special and given an hour to pick through the collection before the sale was open to the public. . They were cheap, too!