Tell me what forum to put this in... Deeply Disturbed Dreams

[Lauri D]

This thread would be about the incredible strangeness of dream life (for those of us who have it). Not nearly a blessing but in fact a curse.

Where would be the place (for those of use who can relate, if in fact there is more than one of us - I would hate to think it's just me) - to discuss the problems that arise when you can't for 100% certain distinguish between a conversation you had in real life and a conversation you had in a dream?

The problem is that my dreams are so realistic and draw from real life experiences, memories, vivification.

I've often referenced things in (RL) conversation with someone that they have no freakin' idea what I am talking about, only to realize that it was something discussedd in a dream conversation I had with them. It seems so real at the time.

Am I in deep water here or can anyone understand what I am talking about?

[Naru]

I think this happened to me a few days ago. I make a joke about a conversation I thought I had with my roommate, but apparently I dreamed it.

[Qingdai]

Lucid dreaming. I often wake up making plans that are based on things that have happened in dreams ("Must find giraffe for child, WTF?!)

My husband and I were discussing dreams of this nature, part of it is dealing with real life stress in dreams, part of it is "yeah! I'm actually getting enough sleep I'm having dreams" for us.

I have very, very vivid dreams. They are made worse by hibiscus juice, no idea why.
In Chinese medicine they are a sign of disorder due to too much stress in your life.

I always viewed vivid dreaming as your brains attempt to process daily stress. I would also like to be paid over-time for dreaming about work.

[Legs]

Sometimes Widget and I argue in my dreams and I wake up pissed at him, then realize later that he's adorable and that we are not fighting at all.

Even though it's not real, the anger lingers. :noid:

[Plant Woman]

I love dreams! It's so magical and you get to do weird things that can only happen while sleeping. Physics be damned... They don't call me the dreamer for nothing, ya know.

[Lauri D]

You all have no idea how good it feels to know that I am not the only person to experience this issue. Whether I want to share my most recent dream involving the Pope has yet to be seen :p

[Qingdai]

Did you beat him with a rubber chicken? Cause I could totally get behind that.

I had a dream I was giving David Lettermen a facial and woke up deeply disgusted.

[Dingfod]

All of those are better than the lucid dream I had where I was rubbing George Bush's feet at a picnic.

[Ensign Steve]

I gave Kevin Sorbo a massage in a dream once, and I was very disappointed to wake up.

[Demimonde]

Once as a kid, I dreamed on Friday that I had a book report on cowboys due that following Monday. I put together a fantastic project only to find out the teacher had never assigned it. She was good enough to give me extra credit, though.

Now I just have normal sex dreams involving cowboys.

[BrotherMan]

I had a dream I was giving David Lettermen a facial and woke up deeply disgusted.

:bunnythrust: :sperm:

[Lauri D]

All of those are better than the lucid dream I had where I was rubbing George Bush's feet at a picnic.

I'm fairly certain that is classified as "nightmare" and not "dream". Unless....

[Dingfod]

I chronicled several strange dreams in my :ff: blog:

Dar Es Salaam (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/blog.php?b=31), in which my eldest daughter was lost, deeply disturbed me. I still remember how shook up I was upon waking.

On the other hand, I don't even remember the Britney Spears, tramp (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/blog.php?b=80) dream.

[Demimonde]

I have a weird recurring element to my dreams that indicate my stress level. Even on acid, I never mistook it for real life though.

I've kept fish since I was a little girl. Demi-Demi was always worried though that the fish would jump out of the tank and get killed. So I would always have to fasten the hood down tight, and weigh down the lid. In times of stress would dream this would happen in scary nightmares for a seven year old.

Now, if I am stressed, my fish appear ill or deformed or the tank is broken or dirty. Sometimes I have a "forgotten tank" dream, in which I realize that I have all these fish that I forgot about in a hidden room. If they are sick this is like forgotten stress that I have been avoiding, if they are well it's like a bonus abundance of happy fish and a clue to count my blessings.

When I am doing really well, I dream that the fish swim up out of the water into the air and float about the room and circle me in a happy wiggly fish dance. I love those dreams.

:ofish: :fish: :blinkythefish:
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[ceptimus]

I find that eating lots of cheese close to bedtime produces more vivid dreams.

[Doctor X]

In my dreams I am killing you all . . .

. . . in my dreams . . .






. . . with a garlic press . . .




. . . in my dreams. . . .

--J.D.

[Doctor X]

I like to write in a journal. . . .

--J.D.

[Garnet]

I have very vivid dreams as well and I used to be plagued with nightmares and night terrors. However, living with MT has pretty much cured me of those things. I think that it's because he makes me feel safe and protected.

I often have dreams that are so realistic that it takes a while for me to wrap my head around the fact that they were just dreams. I can so relate to having something happen in a dream and get it confused with reality. I sometimes dream about work and there are times when I've finished an entire project while dreaming only to be sadly disappointed when I discover that the work wasn't actually done.

[freemonkey]

I have always had vivid dreams, and when I was younger I would confuse many of them with real life. Especially the ones about getting lost in my high school. I also have recurring dream themes.

[Chris Porter]

I twitter (http://twitter.com/FaroucheExegete) my dreams. Makes me focus on the unusual portions, and attempt a concise distillation. Plus, it amuses me.

[Ensign Steve]

Okay, wow, that looks fun. I'm going to follow you now. :stalker:

[slimshady2357]

It's like poetry :yup:

[JoeP]

Sometimes Widget and I argue in my dreams and I wake up pissed at him, then realize later that he's adorable and that we are not fighting at all.

Even though it's not real, the anger lingers. :noid:

Mrs JoeP's done that!

[Corona688]

I twitter my dreams.It's like the interesting part of haiku without the contrived and pointless lack-of-rhyming scheme.

[Adam]

Now, if I am stressed, my fish appear ill or deformed or the tank is broken or dirty. Sometimes I have a "forgotten tank" dream, in which I realize that I have all these fish that I forgot about in a hidden room. If they are sick this is like forgotten stress that I have been avoiding, if they are well it's like a bonus abundance of happy fish and a clue to count my blessings.

I think I mentioned this in a dream thread here once, but fish are a recurring element of my dreams. I rarely dream about them specifically, but there will often be gratuitous tanks or pools full of fish in whatever location I dream about and, if they are present, it's pretty typical for me to end up falling into the water at some point. It's pretty common for them to be deformed, mutated, or sick in some fashion, although I've never noticed that the health of my dream fish reflects my emotional state or anything.

I chalk it up to having had an aquarium or aquariums pretty much constantly since I was 11, but I'm sure there's some deep emotional injury or something that manifests itself in fish dreams.

[Sock Puppet]

"Hey, I thought you said Adam was dead!"

"I didn't say he was dead. I said he sleeps with da fishes. What I meant was--"

"--FUHGEDDABOUDIT! I don't wanna know!"

[Chris Porter]

I twitter my dreams.It's like the interesting part of haiku without the contrived and pointless lack-of-rhyming scheme.

I wanted to say this, but didn't know how. I'm trying to distill the most amazing parts of these dreams.

[Chris Porter]

I dream some about fish too, mostly as Demimonde dreams them, sometimes swimming out of the water to nose around my room, acting silly and a bit like friendly puppies. I have kept fish pretty much continuously for 30 years, so figure much of my memory is tied up in watching fish in real life.

[Garnet]

Interesting. I have re-occuring dreams about wolves. They are like guardians in my dreams. I also have reoccuring stress dreams about college like I'm getting ready to graduate but I find that I didn't take one required class.

Actually, now that I think about it, I have a shit load of re-occuring dreams. Too many to mention, actually.

[Ensign Steve]

Okay, now I need to get an aquarium. I want fish dreams.

When I was in Atlanta last week, I dreamed about a baby. I sometimes (not often) dream that I have a baby and I'm having a hard time feeding it or something, like my breastmilk is poison. It wasn't that bad this time, I just couldn't get the bottle to work right and the milk was going everywhere and my mom was trying to help but not really succeeding.

[Demimonde]

V & Q can thank me later. :biggrin:

[Ensign Steve]

Om nom nom
:vcat: :qcat:

[Dingfod]

I had recurring dreams when I first took a job like I have now. In these dreams, bad guys with guns would be chasing me, sometimes not me alone, I would be in the company of others being chased. You could tell the bad guys' guns were real, the bullets would whizz by, or chip concrete or splinter wood as they nearly hit me and these others running away. I had a pair of handguns in the dream too, but mine appeared to be shooting blanks. I don't know if I had the same type of dream every night, but it was often enough to take note of it. But, most notable, right when I was beginning to get a good feel for the new job in real life, discovering which coworkers were dazzling with brilliance and which were baffling with bullshit, the dream changed one night. This time, my guns worked, the bullets worked. The bad guys still chased after me, but when I would shoot them, the bullets struck home, disabling or killing them so that they weren't chasing me any more. I never dreamed dreams like that again after that one night.

[Ensign Steve]

Okay, so last night I had one of those naked dreams. I was full naked that time, which is kind of rare for me. Usually I have just a shirt or just pants or something and I need to figure out how to make it work or find the other piece. But, no, this time I'm full naked and it's making me feel very vulnerable, obviously, but then I discover an outfit* in a pile of debris, and I'm like "yes!" And I was mildly lucidly aware that I had made that happen intentionally, and I was like, "Damn, why don't I just do that every time? It's so easy."

* The "outfit" was a red and purple Mexican poncho with matching baggy pants.

[slimshady2357]

I sometimes have half-lucid dreams where I make things happen, but don't have full control. I used to think that lucid dreams were sort of cut and dried, you have 'TEH POWER' or you don't. But mine don't seem to work that way. I'm definitely lucid in that I know I'm dreaming, I know if I don't try to sort of 'not concentrate' I will wake up (and ruin it all!), I can make myself fly, I can make other things happen, etc... but I don't have full on total power to do whatever I want and make whatever I want happen.

Sometimes I'll jump up and go horizontal and try to fly and I'll just sort of float there, slowly moving foward and thinking 'come on, come on, this is pathetic...' :D

[Stormlight]

Okay, so last night I had one of those naked dreams. I was full naked that time, which is kind of rare for me. Usually I have just a shirt or just pants or something and I need to figure out how to make it work or find the other piece. But, no, this time I'm full naked and it's making me feel very vulnerable, obviously, but then I discover an outfit* in a pile of debris, and I'm like "yes!" And I was mildly lucidly aware that I had made that happen intentionally, and I was like, "Damn, why don't I just do that every time? It's so easy."

PICTURES OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN!

Oh wait ... :darn:

[livius drusus]

I've been having a lot of maze dreams lately. They're disconcerting as fuck because part of the maze is repeatedly fake waking up in my dream only to find things are even more fucked up than they were "when I was dreaming." When I finally do manage to wrest my consciousness out of the dream, it takes me a solid 10 minutes of staring at stuff to confirm that I am actually awake for real real this time and it's a nice, normal day.

[ceptimus]

I used to have bad dreams / nightmares where there were lots of insects. For example, I'd dream that I'd woken up to find that the bed I was asleep in was infested - what I thought was a pillow had actually turned out to be an ant's nest. It wasn't always ants and I didn't always dream that I'd just woken up - sometimes moths, flies, beetles, ... would intrude into whatever scene I was dreaming - always in scary quantities.

I still have these dreams occasionally, but they don't scare me or wake me up now. Inside the dream I just think, 'Huh! this is another one of those stupid insect dreams - I wonder what will happen next?'

[Qingdai]

I dreamt I was floating in a warm pool, I made myself spin around.
Then I went over to my friend's house and she had a sticker that imitated a stained glass window on her kitchen window. It was a print of a medieval wood block.

[viscousmemories]

I had a dream yesterday that my roommate fixed my broken showerhead while I was at work.

That's seriously the only dream I've remembered in as long as I can remember.

[Garnet]

This morning was my first attempt at any kind of exercise in a long time and I must have had an bit of anxiety about it. Last night, I dreamt that I went to the fitness center and got involved in this really fascinating conversation with a lady outside. Then I got in my car and drove home. On the way home, I realized I'd forgotten to go in and exercise and I fretted about it for the rest of the dream cycle. When I woke up this morning it took me a little bit to realize that I hadn't even gone yet.

[slimshady2357]

Had a full on nightmare last night. I only get about 1 every year, but this was a good'un. Woke up when I was screaming "NO! NO!" in the dream and I was sure I must have been screaming in bed too, but Sou said I only made these little puffy noises like the dog does when he's barking in his dreams.

[livius drusus]

I'm sorry for the unconscious trauma and all, but that sounds really cute. :aww:

[wei yau]

In real life, I'm watching my parents' dog, but in my dream last night we had two other dogs to take care of. Only we'd forgotten we had them under the bed for the last two months and hadn't been caring for them.

They were quite hungry and we were quite ashamed by our inaction.

Also, I dreamt that I was bike riding to somewhere work-related, but then got a flat. When I looked down, I realized that I'd mistakenly taken my daughter's bike to work (pink with a pretty basket), which is why I got the flat.

[Ensign Steve]

This thread just got incredibly cute.

[slimshady2357]

To slow the cute down:

Two nights ago Sou says that I spoke in my sleep, which is pretty common for me. What I said wasn't so usual though, it was:

'fruit, dumbass'

I don't remember any dreams that would explain that.

[livius drusus]

Maybe you were coming out to someone unperspicacious.

[slimshady2357]

Maybe you were coming out to someone unperspicacious.

I had to do me some book learnin' to understand that! :read:

And no! :glare:

[Sock Puppet]

I might have posted about this before, but if so, just pretend I didn't.

My dad had the best sleep-talking lines evar. He'd fall asleep on the couch while watching TV pretty much every time we visited. My brother and I ended up collecting them, and we still open phone conversations with them from time to time.

"ONE. FIVE. SEVEN. TWO." (He held up his hands and made the numbers with his fingers, while sound asleep)

(Looking me in the eye while pointing at the TV) "Don't make any difference if it's bought or not."

"You gotta have a tip. I don't think he'll do it without a tip."

"Heh heh. He sure went against his convictions, didn't he?"

"Well, just ... kinda ... feel it with your hands and shit."

[livius drusus]

He sounds like The Dude.

[Crumb]

Last night I dreamed that I found Jeeves. :( He was skinny and lonely.

[Demimonde]

:cheerhug:

[livius drusus]

:cromp:

[Leesifer]

:(

[Crumb]

Didn't mean to bring down the thread. Let the dreaming continue.

[wei yau]

I had a very vivid dream one of the first nights I ever spent with my wife (then girlfriend). In my dream, my mother had come into the bedroom and lifted my wife out of the bed. My mom is not that strong, I assure you.

I could only see them from the back as mom carried my wife down the hall. My mom was walking with a shuffling shambling gait. Her left should was severely slumped, as if dislocated from the socket and hanging only by muscle and tendon.

I didn't want to stop her, but I reached out for her anyway. Even as I did so, I knew that when she turned around...I'd see the most terrifying visage I would ever encounter.

My hand fell on the misshapen shoulder and with a sighing moan, my mother turned to face me.

And I woke up. Screaming.

No idea what that dream could've meant. Could be anything really

[Sock Puppet]

.....Ah, but what do you sink eet MIGHT haf meant?
:therapy: Just a little Freudian penis -- I mean SLIP! Freudian slip!

[erimir]

Had a full on nightmare last night. I only get about 1 every year, but this was a good'un. Woke up when I was screaming "NO! NO!" in the dream and I was sure I must have been screaming in bed too, but Sou said I only made these little puffy noises like the dog does when he's barking in his dreams.Awww... it's so cute when our dog does that.

Speaking of talking in your sleep, my brother used to do that sometimes (well, he might still, but I don't live with him anymore).

He had a couple funny ones:

"Dan, don't sleep out here, in the garage"

"I'm on the edge, I'm on the edge of the plate!"

[Dingfod]

I had a dream today that continued for 10 seconds or so after began to awake. For that short period, I could still see the dream imagery at the same time I was seeing the nightstand in front of me in the dim light coming in around the drapes. Something similar has happened to me at least once before, I remember documenting that dream in the old blogs here, the ones that disappeared with one of the upgrades or server changes. If I had written down what the dream was about today, I would probably remember it better. Now, I don't even remember what the imagery was, only that I was experiencing it. It was weird.

[Ymir's blood]

I haven't had any dreams lately, well that I could recall at least, but once I had this dream involving vampire baboons. They wouldn't stay dead, so I had to destroy them utterly. I remember having to use a bent up coat hanger to keep scratching at a pile of meat until it was nothing left but red goo.

[Garnet]

I had a dream today that continued for 10 seconds or so after began to awake. For that short period, I could still see the dream imagery at the same time I was seeing the nightstand in front of me in the dim light coming in around the drapes. Something similar has happened to me at least once before, I remember documenting that dream in the old blogs here, the ones that disappeared with one of the upgrades or server changes. If I had written down what the dream was about today, I would probably remember it better. Now, I don't even remember what the imagery was, only that I was experiencing it. It was weird.

In the first house we lived in together, MT hung this (http://minivegas.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/mann-ghostrider.jpg) in the bedroom. The painting tromped through my dreams and sometimes it was very difficult to tell whether I was looking at it awake or in a dream.

[maddog]

I have dreams all the freaking time. Many involve houses or buildings, very often the same ones over and over again (mom's house, aunt's mountain cabin, home or work in San Francisco). There is frequently lots of stressful, heart-pounding chasing, as in "run like hell or you're gonna DIE!!!!" I don't think I've ever had a pleasant, relaxing, fun or joyful dream in my entire life.

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[Demimonde]

So I had a nap during which I was in the slowest weirdest carchase evar!

We were scientists. "We" being myself, Sir Christopher Lee (who periodically had makeup that made him look like a mandrill (http://www.birminghamzoo.com/image_gallery/wallpaper/mandrill1024.jpg)) was in the driver's seat, and Brendon Frasier was in the front passenger seat. I was in the back. We were all in a 1930's Ford (http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX8QLzXqgHo/SdClgAbVflI/AAAAAAAAATE/nzyeOwxoqz8/s400/DSC00197.JPG) but we weren't driving down any roads. We were driving down a river. Some kinda African Queen (http://img.listal.com/image/512009/600full-the-african-queen-photo.jpg) Limpopo River all set about with fever trees. The water was up to the windows and we were bailing out the water as Sir Chris drove giving a rambling ape monolouge that had lots of thunderous emotion but no meaning.

We were, (slowly) chasing Random Nazi Officer Guy, who looked like Rutger Hauer, but wasn't. He was in a 1930's Bentley, and was steering with one black gloved hand, while bailing out the water in his car with a bucket in the other. He had a short intense monolouge on Prussian efficency, about timing how many buckets he could bail in five minutes and averaging that over an hour, and trying to beat that record with his other hand.

Really, really, weird dream. I need to stop angsting and planning out my term papers and get moving on them- I think.

[Watser?]

I don't really remember any dreams I've had recently, but some years ago I used to have a radio allarm clock that I had set to this station where they sometimes had documentaries or reportages from foreign countries. As I would drift back into sleep the dreams would take place in those coutries and some of what they were talking about would be incorporated in the dream. I suppose you could make yourself dream all kinds of things that way if you record and play back stuff on purpose. Never tried it though.

[Garnet]

Yesterday, we watched Zenyatta (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zenyatta) win the Breeder's Cup. She is a phenomenal horse with lots of personality. Anyway, last night, I dreamed that I was walking her and she was playing and prancing. 'Twas an excellent dream.

[Demimonde]

I just watched a short animated film by Sean McBride that reminded me of this thread:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQFnM3-soeQ

[Dingfod]

Just a few nights ago, I had a dream where I was, for whatever reason, on a ranch in what looked like it was in the desert Southwest, but according to the map I consulted in my dream was only about 3 or 4 miles past some hills from my hometown in Southeast Kansas. I was tossing some trash in some barrels in the back of a pickup truck. I drove the truck down to the highway, where there had been dumpsters, a transfer station of sorts. The dumpsters were gone. An old man in striped overalls told me, "You have to dump it yourself in Bottomless Canyon."

"Where's that?" I said.

He pulled out the map in question, pointing to nowhere in particular on the map, "Go south two miles, west three miles, then back north a mile and a half, you can't miss it."

On the way to Bottomless Canyon, I received a phone call from my dad. He said he was in jail in Mexico. Why? He said it was because his six month permit had expired. He said they were giving him six months in prison for the offense. I wasn't even aware he was in Mexico. "What are you doing in Mexico?"

"Shirley (his girlfriend) and I moved down here earlier this year."

I thought, "nobody ever tells me anything."

"Dad, I'll have to get back to you."

"Tell your brothers, they'll know what to do." He hung up.

Just then I arrive at the location of the directions given. I see no canyon, but I do see a track across a field over a hill. When I crested the hill, there was the canyon, a cleft in the prairie miles and miles long and as far as I could tell, about a mile wide at it's widest point. I could see where vehicles had been backing up to the abrupt edge of this deep canyon. When I got close and looked down into the canyon, I could see only mist, or the top of clouds down in there. There was no way to tell how deep it was.

Just then, a car flashed by me, an early 70s Cadillac Coupe de Ville and off into the abyss. I heard a crashing sound, looked down into the canyon, saw the car sticking up out of the "clouds", probably only about 100 feet down. The crash caused the fog to thin, the car had come to a rest in trash pile just barely below the concealing mist. Then a dusty man, thin in stature, unkempt hair covered in dust, walked up and said, "I never did like that car anyway."

Then I left, and drove back to the highway, a mile and a half back south, three miles east. Just before I got back to the highway, the man with the car in the canyon was on the passenger side of the pickup truck said "You can let me out here." I stopped. He got out and began walking toward a dilapidated farm house in a yard surrounded by sickly looking elm trees. My cellphone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket but lost my grip. It landed in water in the ditch next to the road. The water was clear. I could see my cellphone, still lit up and apparently ringing, in the bottom of the ditch. Thank goodness my dream-self had the sense to get a Motorola ruggedized cellphone.

[Lauri D]

Man, I really gotta keep this browser open on my 'puter so that I can report when things are fresh... they fade after a day or so. The only one I can remember from last night is that I was wearing an outfit comprised of red corduroy pants, a red sweater, and red boots, and wore it out in public and then someone said "that totally doesn't match, they are not the same color red" and it was too late for me to go home and change so I was really embarrassed. :shrug:

[Lauri D]

I have dreams all the freaking time. Many involve houses or buildings, very often the same ones over and over again (mom's house, aunt's mountain cabin, home or work in San Francisco). There is frequently lots of stressful, heart-pounding chasing, as in "run like hell or you're gonna DIE!!!!" I don't think I've ever had a pleasant, relaxing, fun or joyful dream in my entire life.

#2288
Sounds like a lot of recurring dreams... that sucks that you haven't had any good ones, I used to but haven't for quite some time, so I can sort of relate. When I was younger I used to have some cool flying dreams and stuff like that, but it's been a while.

My recurrings for the past 10+ year or so generally involve trying to get somewhere or do something and being thwarted at every turn (my least favorite is the most common, which is trying to dial a phone number and continually getting a digit wrong and having to start all over, or driving along and being constantly detoured.) Then of course the being-chased as you mentioned, which is hellish. And of course the (shudders just thinking about it) frozen-in-place dream, where you're trying to move/run but seem to be stuck in slo-mo.

I've always been fascinated by the power that dreams can have over our waking emotions/mental states - at least for me it's been very powerful in the sense that if I have a night of bad dreams I will wake up feeling unrested at best and despondent/panicky at best, whereas if I have good or neutral dreams it's a whole different story. I took a course some time back with someone on the topic of "No More Nightmares" and it seemed to work temporarily so I think the ideas were sound, but it's been a while so I probably need a refresher. It seems pretty obvious to me that the subconscious is the main issue.

Oh, what I wouldn't give to sleep in heavenly peace... :hammock:

[Dingfod]

As posted on facebook: I awoke this afternoon from a dream that contained a lost dog, four sisters with names that start with T, mysterious frogmen armed with airsoft pistols loaded with knockout darts leaving wet flipper prints everywhere they went, a German guy I kept calling Victor, and 15 diaper-wearing Bhuddist monks smoking marijuana.

[Corona688]

So I had a nap during which I was in the slowest weirdest carchase evar! I'm gonna let you finish, but weirdest carchase ever has to be one dream I read about way, way back at II, where the vehicles were giant stuffed panda bears, and the drivers operated them by stabbing them repeatedly with ninja swords. I'd google it up but II closed everything off to the point that even lurkers can't see a thing anymore.

[BrotherMan]

If I had any idea what search parameters to use, I'd go looking for that one.

[Ensign Steve]

I don't know if you'd call it recurring, but I've had the same dream about two or three times in the last few weeks. I dream that I have enrolled in classes, but I haven't attended any classes since the first week. I decide I'm going to drop one class, and beg the teachers of the other classes to let me do enough work to at least get a C.

What. The. Fuck?! I'm not even in fucking school! :rage:

[Garnet]

I graduated from college in 1986.

I still have college stress dreams about skipping a class I needed or not having enough credits to graduate or forgetting about a class or...or...or...

Here's another piece of lovely news. A friend of mine, who just recently turned 71, still has these kinds of dreams.

:nolike:

[Ensign Steve]

Iacchus's post about dreams (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?p=780630#post780630) reminded me of some fucked up dreams I was having this morning.

I was in Egypt, at the beach, in the Med (and don't argue about the geography of that, because I could see the continents on the horizon and they were all shaped like they are in the map), and some weird business went down with a snorkeler until I left and went into this house or place of business. It was four stories high, and I had to ride up the ramps next to the stairways on a motorcycle. At first a douchey frat boy in a black pickup truck nearly cut me off but I cussed him out and rode my bike up the four floors to the nail salon or whatever. So I get in there and I accidentally spill my bag of marijuana all over the floor, and I'm like, "whoops, that's not mine, lol, wink, wink. But seriously help me clean this up before we get caught, and yeah help yourself to some buds for your trouble." And we keep bagging it but there's so much of it, like buds the size of my arm, and it's filling up trash bags but there's just so much marijuana. So eventually it gets cleaned up or we move on to the next act of the dream or whatever and the lady comes out and starts talking to me about how she's going to work out my muscle groups, and I'm like, "Wait, I'm just here for a manicure. Even though I guess I could use a workout. But I'm not really dressed for it." And she's like whatever. So then in Act Three I discover that my kitties' water closet (http://www.freethought-forum.com/forum/showthread.php?p=761501#post761501) is home to a litter of kittens. So I come out and confront the squatters who are living in whatever nail salon commune in Egypt I am apparently living in about whose fucking cat had a litter of kittens, and this blond dyke is all, "beyelzu said it was okay," and I'm like, "well I fucking didn't. You can have the cats here, but they need their own litter box. That one is special for Q and V only." So then there was some other business where I took the last roll of TP, and I'm like, "That's from the 9-pack of Charmin I bought when I moved out here!" And at some point a lady boss that I don't actually have offered to send me on a business trip to Bangladesh.

[Qingdai]

I had a long dream where I went shopping with my son, walking around, and then left my purse at the green grocers. My husband picked me up in the car, then he refused to stop to let me pick up the purse, even though we were going right next to the store I left it in.
I proceeded to scream, hurl plates at him and generally beat the crap out of him.
I love PMS.

[Ymir's blood]

I had one the other night, or perhaps it was a sequence of dreams, that stuck in my mind all day. The first part is pretty muddled now, but it had something to do with going to a new city and being contacted by members of an subculture or secret society. The latter bit, that I remember more clearly, involved a vampire woman that I was trying to gain power from. I became a vampire but it was enough and convinced her to share some sort of second sight power with me. She finally agreed and the end result was that I could only see underwater. I ended up jumping in a water filled canal below this bar with a power drill and electrocuted myself. Then as a ghost, I went upstairs and apologized to the woman and her friend who were drinking at a table in the bar. That was when I awoke.

[SharonDee]

I dreamed that I got plenty of sleep last night. I even woke up thinking I felt all refreshed and shit.

Then I woke up a little bit more and went, "Ah fuck." :kickcan:

[Lauri D]

I had a fun one this morning (and by "fun" I mean troubling).

I had gone back to work for this company I used to work for, except for the office had been moved to the building of a different place I used to work at on a non-existent floor, and the elevators were now in really hard to find places. So I went down to the lobby level with one of my former co-workers to get some food from the cafe, and we ended up hanging outside so she could have a smoke while her order was being prepared. Then we noticed that the building next door (#3 Park Plaza) was slowly falling over, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and all the occupants were lowering themselves down from the windows by bedsheets. So we decided to go back up to our floor but she wanted to use the restroom first, so I got into the elevator by myself and laid down on the floor wrapped in a big blue blanket to wait for her. Eventually she got on and we went up to our floor and tried to get in the front door to the office but it was locked presumably for the lunch hour so we tried to use the back door, but that was locked too so we went further down the halllway to the Bank of America offices where she was offered a job and accepted on the spot but said she had to give notice so she'd be back in two weeks. On the way back to the front door I noticed that her hair looked really good and she responded that she had just recently had it coloured. When we walked past our boss' office which is always located near the entrance, he looked at his watch with that same old disapproving look to which I responded by sticking out my tongue. When I got to my cubicle there were a couple of things waiting for me which the office manager had purchased because she did a weekly thing of "tell me what you want from the store and I'll get it". My loot for the week consisted of a box of salt and a twelve-pack of peppermint chewing gum. Except for that the salt was not the sea salt I had requested but something called "Egg Salt". Then I decided that until I could process any more bonds I needed to wash my hair and that the gofer needed to bring me a bowl of water, several mini bottles of shampoo and a wide-toothed comb. I was just starting to rinse when I woke up.

[erimir]

OMG I can't believe I didn't think of this before.

There's a webcomic devoted to strange dreams that readers send in.

http://www.slowwave.com/Img/s09/sw091128wdg.jpg (http://www.slowwave.com/)

Strangely, it seems to have acquired semi-continuity in the time I have not been reading it. I guess he's stringing together dreams that are related/mixing them together a little bit...

ETA: That appears to have started this year. This one is more representative of the older ones:

http://www.slowwave.com/Img/s08/sWENcat.jpg

[Qingdai]

Ah, thanks. I kept meaning to post that comic strip too, but I appear to also be easily,... hey is that a squirrel?

[Garnet]

I had a dream a couple of nights ago that left me wide awake with the heart thumpies for a while. The dream started out with me outside, looking for things that belonged to a little doll like figure. I was sorting through a cement planter filled with dark black dirt and finding things like little dentures, tiny shoes, and an itty-bitty watch when I noticed that the sky was getting dark and I could smell electricity in the air. I looked up and saw dark green tornado sky, lashed with lightening and full of roiling black clouds. I reached into the planter and scooped up hand fulls of dirt then began running to the nearest building. But I couldn't run fast; it felt like I was trying to run through water. Then the wind hit and nearly blew me down. I made it to a glass door and was trying to get inside of this huge concrete building when I felt the pressure change so suddenly that it was like the air was being sucked from around me. I heard horribly loud noise like huge metallic objects were being thrown violently together. I felt my feet leave the ground and I couldn't breath....

Then I woke up, gasping for air and with the heart thumpies.

[erimir]

You didn't watch Twister recently, did you?

[Garnet]

Not lately. Havent' watched the Wixard of Oz either. :biggrin: