Comments on: Pistolero Dreamin’ https://habitablezone.com/2013/04/22/pistolero-dreamin/ Thu, 09 Apr 2026 15:15:13 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: ER https://habitablezone.com/2013/04/22/pistolero-dreamin/#comment-23444 ER Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:49:01 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=31433#comment-23444 I can't remember if my assailants were black or white. Trying to do something in a dream and finding it changing so you can't is very common. It's called a frustration dream. In my fight dreams, I punch my opponents as hard as I can and it doesn't seem to faze them. As for olfactory dreams, try this one on for size... <em>Marina's Perfume The woman had a scent about her, sandalwood, musk, incense, pachouly. She wore no perfume, it was her soul I smelled; after love it clung to me, immune to time or water. A reminder of the day before, the night that followed. After days it faded, finally from my fingertips, when the last bit of her returned to air and the disappointment of my memory. It came back when we met and touched, as welcome as her laugh, her smile, her voice, her eyes, the curve of her hip, the turn of her spine, the silk in her hands. It was always there with us, or at least with me. But she knew not her own and I doubt that she knew mine. Our time was short, our love grew sour, but her scent remained long after she was gone. The last shred of her memory to fade. A long time passed, and then some more, until I woke one night from a dreamless sleep, alert, awake, eyes staring at the dark; bedclothes dripping from my sweat, that smell clinging to my skin. So strong that I could not escape it, so strong my bath would not erase it, so strong it followed me as I raced to another room and sat weeping in the dark, deeply breathing in her last farewell to me.</em> I can’t remember if my assailants were black or white.

Trying to do something in a dream and finding it changing so you can’t is very common. It’s called a frustration dream. In my fight dreams, I punch my opponents as hard as I can and it doesn’t seem to faze them. As for olfactory dreams, try this one on for size…

Marina’s Perfume
The woman had a scent about her,
sandalwood, musk, incense, pachouly.
She wore no perfume, it was her soul I smelled;
after love it clung to me, immune to time or water.
A reminder of the day before, the night that followed.

After days it faded, finally from my fingertips, when the last bit of her
returned to air and the disappointment of my memory.
It came back when we met and touched, as welcome
as her laugh, her smile, her voice, her eyes,
the curve of her hip, the turn of her spine, the silk in her hands.

It was always there with us, or at least with me.
But she knew not her own and I doubt that she knew mine.
Our time was short, our love grew sour,
but her scent remained long after she was gone.
The last shred of her memory to fade.

A long time passed, and then some more, until
I woke one night from a dreamless sleep,
alert, awake, eyes staring at the dark;
bedclothes dripping from my sweat,
that smell clinging to my skin.

So strong that I could not escape it,
so strong my bath would not erase it,
so strong it followed me as I raced
to another room and sat weeping in the dark,
deeply breathing in her last farewell to me.

]]> By: FrankC https://habitablezone.com/2013/04/22/pistolero-dreamin/#comment-23442 FrankC Tue, 23 Apr 2013 21:32:27 +0000 http://habitablezone.com/?p=31433#comment-23442 Interesting dream, I don't recall ever smelling anything good or bad in a dream and I have dreamed of situations with great potential for good and/or bad smells. I have often dreamed of guns but I have never fired a gun in a dream. When I try to fire a gun it morphs and I can't get to the trigger. I have dreamed of fighting and I have no difficulty in beating the shit out of my dream opponents but for some weird reason I can't shoot anyone. Interesting dream, I don’t recall ever smelling anything good or bad in a dream and I have dreamed of situations with great potential for good and/or bad smells.

I have often dreamed of guns but I have never fired a gun in a dream. When I try to fire a gun it morphs and I can’t get to the trigger. I have dreamed of fighting and I have no difficulty in beating the shit out of my dream opponents but for some weird reason I can’t shoot anyone.

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