Wow! Eating oil lamps? Wouldn't blame you! I think coins are delish, and they look like little chocolates that you can just bite into!! Especially if you photograph them right
Oh- another recurring dream I've had is what I call the "Empty House" dream. (Though the house isn't empty at all.) There's often a coin or three discovered in this one, but usually the treasure takes the form of other things. The setting is a large, abandoned Victorian house or inn. It is usually four stories tall - at least three - with a dormered mansard roof. It is always foggy outside. Always. There is always a small but very old cemetery on the grounds outside. Often but not always the house is beside a lake. It is a beautiful old building- or rather I can tell it once was, for it has fallen into disrepair. Inside, it is still full of all the old furniture, which is covered with sheets. The mirrors and paintings on the walls are draped as well. Cobwebs abound. There are many, many rooms down long corridors, and it is apparent that most or all of them have not been occupied or even entered in decades, if not a century or more. Think of almost every haunted house movie trope you've seen, short of actually seeing any apparition. Especially the attic scenes. Dark. Gloomy. Eerie. You get the picture. So as you can imagine, the whole place is rather spooky and gives me a sense of foreboding. But at the same time, I find it utterly fascinating and cannot resist the urge to explore all of its dark, hidden rooms and passages. I walk through the gloomy corridors and enter the long-abandoned rooms, opening drawers and lifting sheets and dusty cushions, looking for nothing in particular, but whatever I can find. I carry no flashlight or lantern with me, but there is always just enough dim ambient light to see what I am doing. Sometimes there are skittering or scurrying sounds from under the furniture or in the walls, from unseen creatures I'd rather not see. But usually it is very, very quiet. I find things. Old newspapers and books. Documents. Ornate skeleton keys. Coins. Old clay marbles. Antique silver. Large uncut gemstones. In one drawer there is a pristine flintlock pistol like something out of a pirate movie. There is not a fleck of rust on it and its brass parts are still bright, though it is plainly over two hundred years old. There's never any dramatic conclusion to these dreams, or if there is, I never remember it when I wake up. I never see a ghost or apparition or any other creature inside the house (though I sometimes hear things), and seldom are there any birds or animals outside. It just progresses gradually from a feeling of dread to fascination, and ends up as a treasure hunt. In the end it turns out to have been an exciting adventure, though the melancholy sense of foreboding remains throughout. Back when I was a teenager, I described this dream to my mother, who suggested the building in the dream was me, and that the treasures I was seeking inside were my own personal potential - wonders which were forgotten or ignored or as yet undiscovered. I like that interpretation. Wise woman, my mother. I continued to have this same dream into adulthood, with minor variations of scene and building, but always the same basic elements. I don't have it very often now, but it does come at least once a year. In more recent variants the emphasis is less on the old building and its interior than it is the old cemetery outside. In the most recent versions, someone has bulldozed the old cemetery and begun construction of a new building on top of it, and I'm sad and upset about that. So that's the "Empty House" dream. Mom used to have one where's she's fishing, and catching lots of fish. But eventually, to her horror, she catches "The Unlucky Fish". She's like, "Oh no!!! It's the Unlucky Fish!!!" She said she once awoke after having the Unlucky Fish dream and found she had tears on her face. When she told Dad about it, he asked, "Well, why did you keep fishing?" I get the feeling there's a metaphor there, too.
My dreams are about solving conundrums, issues, and/or problems. I rarely, if ever, have fantasy dreams. My wife ALWAYS has bizarre dreams like Erin did. However, I DO enjoy DAYDREAMS. I like Ancient coins...
I really enjoyed this dream sequence. I dream about my local coin dealer, something that would no doubt make him uneasy. In the dream, he has a shop that has a far larger and more spectacular selection than he has in real life, with much lower prices. The problem is, I often have trouble finding it - it is in some enormous, mostly-abandoned, darkened mall (like real malls these days). When I do finally get up to the counter, somebody is always in the way, or the good stuff tends to dissolve in my hands, or transform into old postage stamps (horror!) just before I can buy anything. I wake up grouchy and sweaty and sad.
And here I thought I was the only one that had tornado dreams. I guess living in the Midwest does that to a person!
I hate it when I dream that I'm back in high school and I realize I completely forgot to do a project or study for a test that day. I've had freakier dreams that are at least interesting, but the school ones are the worst . Like some of you I've had coin-related dreams as well
You don't even have to live in the Midwest, or a particularly tornado-prone area. I think there is something visceral about tornados. And sea-monstery things, as @chrsmat71's post also indicated. At least for me.
Wow, @chrsmat71 , I share a couple of your night terrors with you and @lordmarcovan . The leviathan beneath the surface of a calm sea and the multiple tornados. The nightmare that I experience most frequently however is one where I’m in the back seat of a car traveling at great speed and all of a sudden realizing that there is nobody in the driver's seat. I usually wake up as I'm trying to scramble into the front seat.
I've had a couple of dreams about finding coins. In one, I was under the front porch of an old house. The clearing was only a two or three feet, so I had to crawl under there on my stomach into cobwebs and such. I was finding Morgan dollars, large cents, liberty nickels, and Indian head cents all over the place but had to watch out for snakes and spiders, too. I had some friends who were renovating an old house that was from the 1880's. I had a dream I was helping them knock out a wall, and there were coins behind it. Again, it was a mix of Morgans, Indian Heads, Liberty Heads, Barbers, etc.
Thanks for sharing, everybody. I’ve really enjoyed this thread! I can’t remember most of my dreams, especially in such detail. I’ve also dreamt that my boss threw me out of a van in Virginia. I probably deserved it. Erin
This wasn't a dream, but I watch videos of car crashes on YouTube. One clip was at an intersection, and right above the crash location was a Rare Coins sign. Sounds like something I'd do!
I had a crazy dream last night that I met @TypeCoin971793, and he was about sixty-something. He had two solidi for sale, one of Justinian I, and one of Justin II. He wouldn’t sell them separately however, so I left.