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Posted by: doodlebug May 4 2006, 04:13 PM

I had a dream that my godson, who is turning 19 but whom I haven't seen him since he was 7, phoned me up out of the blue and asked to come stay with me, because he is in recovery from addictions and can't stay with his mom anymore, because of HER addictions. (The latter is the reason I lost contact with both of them.)

Oh god, I wonder if it's a premonition...?

Posted by: wilhelminawonka May 5 2006, 05:31 PM

I had a pretty gross dream.
I dreamed that I was squeezing blackheads in the mirror, and I squeezed one, and out came a great big black leech. It made me feel really weird.
I have so many other weird dreams in my memory banks. One theme that always shows up is tornadoes. I don't know if you guys believe that dreams hold secrets, or can warn us of things in the future, but I do.
When I was young, I remember my gram telling me that she had a dream that her dad drowned, and a week later they found him dead in the water. ooooooooooh!

Posted by: nereid May 16 2006, 08:38 PM

Wilhelminawonka, I'm always dreaming about tornados too. I wonder what it can mean? Heh, your leech dream reminds me of a pretty bizarre dream I had a while back. In the dream I had neglected to shave my legs for a looooooooong time, and had long, straight, stiff hairs all over the place. Well I woke up one morning and some kind of louse-like parasite had cemented its big black nits to my leg hairs. OOOOOOHHHHH GROOOOOOOSS!!!!! I shaved after I woke up from that dream.
A few nights ago I had a pretty haunting dream. I say dream because overall, it wasn't a nightmare, but it did have a moment of very disturbing imagery in it. But first, some background: Y'all know how the next episode of CSI is supposed to be about one of the crew getting seriously hurt, or killed? Okay, in the dream, I had come back to the restaurant I work at from a delivery or something. I was waiting for one of my co-workers to finish something up so I could go home. Well all of a sudden I'm at home watching CSI, and it's the one where someone important gets hurt. Sarah was standing looking down at a tattoo gun, which turns into a nail gun, and suddenly fires a nail into her left eye. It showed great gross detail, which CSI normally does. Well, the nail lodged in her brain and killed her. That was the end of the episode. Before the commercial break they showed "scenes from the next episode of CSI". Here comes the disturbing part: The next episode was about Catherine and how she couldn't deal with Sarah's death. In one scene she was having this hallucination that Sarah was lying face up on the ground, dead, with her blackened mouth contorted into some wild grimace and her eyes wide open. Her arms were over her head, and she was pulling/dragging herself toward Catherine. That image was pretty harrowing.

Posted by: auralpoison May 17 2006, 12:24 AM

I've been having full blown toxic dreams for the past few days after talking with my mother on Sunday. I keep crashing through fences repeatedly trying to get away, accidentally injuring my hands with needles & broken glass & receiving no help, encountering all kinds of mutants in a Tod Browning-Freaks-Gabbagabbahey- One of us One of us-way, having seizures, etc. The seizure ones are scary because I think they're real until I force myself awake. I dreamt that I was seizing so hard that I fell off the sofa, I spilled food/drinks, I moved my coffee table (It weighs almost as much as I do.), I couldn't control my body, I kicked through the tv & wound up full of glass & covered in gunge. Even scarier was the one where I dreamt I woke up someplace that I didn't know where I was & a a greasy guy was trying to sexually assault me. He made like he was going to try to digitally penetrate me, but I was wearing jeans. I could feel him trying to stick his fingers in my crotch. I hung on to a backpack desperately. I felt drunk/drugged & couldn't stop him. There were people all around, but nobody tried to help me. Suddenly there were cops everywhere & all of the people ran for their cars to escape the police. I tried to beg for help, but I couldn't speak more than a rasp & they couldn't hear me through the chaos or they were ignoring me. I moved towards several large buildings, but they smelled like scat & had stalls for animals. It made me sick, so I had to go outside. When I felt better I staggered back inside & encountered all of these people in festive, cowboy inspired garb leading hundreds of animals through the building. I drunkenly joined the crowd as they walked out onto the fairgrounds & figured out that it was some sort of festival. I made my way to this small building that was very homey & smelled like food. Embroidered pillows, doilies, rosy cheeked, older white people. They thought I was drunk & fed me. I found out I was in some border town in Mexico, but for some reason 99.8% of the population were middle American whites. They offered to let me use the phone, but I didn't have anybody to call. I left & began to wander around. Because I was so disoriented, I fell down a lot & the youths of the community abused/made fun of/stole from me. I laid on the ground immobile why they stole my outer back pack & other stuff. They spit on me & kicked me. One group of people were kind, but I was so confused I couldn't speak to them. I destroyed property, stole from/hurt little children. I had these goodie bags (one was legitimately mine,) but I was too out of it to know which & kept snagging random bags that I thought were mine. I shoved a small child into a pond & repeatedly kicked another one in the face until she fell down a small hill, landing face first into the pond. Nobody would help because they thought I was drunk. I finally found out that there were gas trucks that could carry me over the border. I chased an elderly couple that had a couple weiner dogs in a little covered weiner dog wagon to give me a ride. Earlier they had told me that during certain hours the local factory released toxic effluvia at this one specific time of day & that it was nearing. Somehow I get to the gas station to wait for the fuel trucks. Then it gets REALLY weird. I dunno what it means, but I hope I don't have it again.

Posted by: msgoofball May 17 2006, 11:44 AM

yikes ap...

i had a dream that me and mr. gb were driving to pasadena and on the freeway, we saw a car/boat thing that was way too wide to fit in the lanes but the lanes moved to accomadate it. weird. so we get off the freeway, go to a suburban street and park. and all of the houses on this block are having yard sales...i find stuff i like but we keep going and at the last house is a foster doggie house. all these dogs are in there, all shapes and sizes. One that is medium sized, black and tan, with a crumpled/chewed ear comes up to me, and then goes over to his foster mommy. She tells the dog "i don't know if they want to take you home but we can ask." like the dog asked if he could keep us. freaking adorable and kinda freaky and then i woke up. and now my classmates say i need to find the dog in real life. aaagh.

Posted by: koala May 21 2006, 03:34 PM

Last night I had my second dream about one of my professors. She is a really cute lesbian. In my dream, I make plan to have my first lesbian experience with her. They both have been different scenarios but same idea. I wake up really interested in my dreams. What the hell!?!

Posted by: pepper May 22 2006, 11:05 AM

had a dream about when i was little and taking ballet classes, the shoes came without the little elastic strip across the foot, mom had to sew it on my hand with each new pair of slippers. have to email and thank her for all the hand stitching. what a thing to dream.

and then i had a very raunchy dream about anal sex with a virtual stranger. how the two of them go together is beyond me. huh.

Posted by: kittenb Jun 12 2006, 08:24 AM

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Posted by: pollystyrene Jun 12 2006, 09:15 AM

I've been having some really weird, realistic dreams the past few nights.

A couple of nights ago, I had this dream that I was at a friend's house (where I had actually been earlier that night) and I went to use their bathroom. The wall across from the toilet was a big sliding glass door (which it isn't in real life) and I was sitting there and all of a sudden this guy comes up to the glass and I start screaming and he manages to get in. He has a knife. Somehow, I manage to throw something at him and knock the knife out of his hand. I keep screaming, to try to get my boyfriend and friend to come in and save me, but after a couple of screams, I lose my voice. Then I forced myself to wake up.

I think I had this dream because I was at this friend's house earlier that night and I have has a lifelong fear of an attacker coming through a window or seeing creepy things through windows. I just finished a self-defense class a couple of weeks ago, and using your voice was a big part of it. It was a very good sign that in the dream I was able to scream at all- when I had those dreams before the class, nothing would come out. At least now, my subconscious has reassured me that if I really was attacked, I'd probably be able to scream and even fight back. Also, in said self-defense class, my teacher recommended a book called "Her Wits About Her"- it's a collection of true stories from women who successfully fought off an attacker. It's out of print now, but I found it on eBay and just started reading it, so I think it triggered the dream too. It has a whole section of stories from women who prevented an attack just by using their voice. Good book, though- hopefully it won't cause too many more bad dreams.

Then, last night I dreamt that I was back at my parents' house with my boyfriend (like maybe we were living there for some reason? Couldn't really tell) His mom came to drop something off and I went outside to get it from her. She starts going through the trash cans and sees that we're buying regular milk and she flips out and starts yelling that we need to buy organic milk and we're just too cheap and we should spend the extra money- she's really hostile about it. She yells about some other stuff and I go back in the house. I start to tell my boyfriend and my parents about how weird she's being and my dad says, "I think there's something you should know- [my boyfriend's name] has been cheating on you and reading your email and taking money from your account to spend on stuff." I was just really confused and shocked about what was going on. I tried to ask my dad why he would say that and how he would know, and meanwhile my boyfriend is just sitting there, not looking guilty and not denying anything my dad just said. My dad wouldn't tell my how he knew all of this and my boyfriend was just very non-chalant about it, like "oh, yeah, I did all of that, I don't really care about you anymore." And I kept protesting, trying to figure out what was going on, what he would have seen in my email that would have caused him to leave. He said something about his mom being offended by something I said, but it was something really insignificant (maybe that's why she was so pissed off about the milk!) and he was just ignoring me.

I forced myself to wake up and was disoriented for a few seconds. I realized I was in my own house, he was sleeping next to me (and hogging the bed as usual ) I rolled over towards him and actually started to cry a little. It took me a while to fall back asleep.

Not sure why I had this dream. Very strange. I'm a little insecure about my relationship with him, but more on my end than his.

Has anyone found that if you make a conscious effort to not dream about something scary, you won't? Like, if I saw a scary movie, or heard a scary story during the day, when I go to bed, if I consciously think, "Don't dream about that", I don't.

When we came home last night, a friend of one of our neighbors had passed out drunk on the stairs that go up to the second floor of our building. It was really startling when we walked in to find this guy laying there. Once we were sure he was still breathing, we went back out and pushed the intercom button for the neighbor (we wouldn't have been able to walk around him to get up the stairs to knock on the door) and the neighbor came down and collected the guy. Before I went to bed, I thought, "no dreams about creepy drunk guys."

Sorry for the long post, but a lot of times, my dreams become repetitive if I don't talk about them. It's pretty unusual for me to have bad dreams, especially ones that still creep me out when I'm awake, so hopefully the past few nights are just a coincidence.

Posted by: kittenb Jun 12 2006, 09:39 AM

Sometimes the only way I can shake the feeling left from a bad dream is to talk about it. I don't tend to have repetitive dreams, though.
I like your interpretation of the first dream, that in many ways you were able to save yourself.

Posted by: jasmith Jun 13 2006, 09:08 PM

I had a fairly uneventful dream last night, but it's standing out very stark in my mind.
I was cooking some ground meat. I had no idea *why*, I just was. I figured that I'd better think of something good to do with it, didn't want to throw it out. So I pulled out a cookbook and tried to find something quick and easy to make. Every recipe in the book included a picture, and all of them were dark green. The word "basil" was written all over every page in the book. Then I thought, "Spaghetti!". But I'd have to ask my grandmother how she made the sauce. Suddenly I realized it was after 9:00, and everything around me suddenly seemed very dead. I decided against spaghetti, as I didn't want to keep my grandmother up. I walked over to the stove and saw that only a few bits of ground meat were left.
A very uneventful dream, but I remember it very clearly. Maybe it had some kind of profound meaning just below the surface, LOL

Posted by: treehugger Jun 18 2006, 03:33 PM

And I had a weird dream that I felt guilty that it made me feel peaceful:

I dreamt the boy went blind. And for whatever reason it didn't make me upset. It just sort of made me want to nurture him. We're both very independent and have our own lives...and I am wondering if this dream means I am wishing for him to be more dependent?

*shakes head and walks away feeling guilty*

*turns around*

I really feel bad about not being all upset in the dream that the boy went blind.....??!!

Posted by: treehugger Jun 18 2006, 03:33 PM

*I really didn't have to say it twice....

Posted by: treehugger Aug 17 2006, 03:57 AM

Wow! I almost killed this thread! But now I'm bringing it back to life.

So, now lately, I've had a recurring dream that the boy is very, very angry with me and is BEATING me. Which is scary to me because I've been a victim of abuse....but the boy has never lifted a hand to me in ten years.

Posted by: flanker_ji Aug 17 2006, 03:14 PM

God, I had a crappy dream last night:

I dreamed that I had been re-hired by my employer to work in the mall (the non-sensical part of the dream, since I worked in a commercial real estate office) then after I worked there for a while, I was fired again!

Before that, I caught the tail end of a dream where I was at a fancy wedding where everyone was dressed in white/cream...

After reading some of your dreams, it reminded me of something I've noticed for a long time - I don't ever remember any scary or disgusting dreams. Which I like, 'cause just reading about some of those dreams here really disturbs me. But it makes me wonder if I'm fairly unique in that way and I don't have those dreams, or if I have them and just choose not to remember them. I usually have mundane dreams in familar places, but where there may be foreign objects or someone is saying something strange.

And I just realized today that this is a thread for posting dreams. Since the inception of this thread, I've read the title closely enough to know it was about dreams, but for some idiotic reason, I thought this was a thread for posting celebrity-related dreams only, which I never have so I never came in here. So then today I wanted to tell someone about my crappy dream, but no one's around, and I thought to myself while perusing the Lounge, "There should be a thread where you can write about dreams - I wonder if everyone would like that..." Then I came back to look at the tile of this thread. Sheesh.

K, rambling over.

Posted by: sassygrrl Aug 20 2006, 07:46 PM

Found out today that my mother and I have been having weird dreams about my sister. She hasn't spoken to either of us in about a year. Family fueds are so weird. It's just strange that both of us were dreaming about her at the same time. She's cut us out of her life b/c my parents wouldn't give her a dream wedding... And she told my aunt/uncle that her and I are extremely close. Yeah, we haven't spoken in over a year. Real fucking close.

The worst part of the dream was I thought it had happened. Thought about writing her, but knew she would never write back.

Posted by: opheliathemuse Aug 20 2006, 10:35 PM

I keep dreaming of Otoy. This time he worked at a waxing salon and told me he waxed his bikini line. Probably because I just got mine done. Hah!

Posted by: dani837 Aug 20 2006, 10:50 PM

Just yesterday I dreamed that I was getting BOTOX! and in my lips!!! so weirddd

Posted by: hellotampon Aug 21 2006, 05:51 AM

I dreamed that I wore these hideous stonewashed Mom jeans to a bellydancing performance, but they looked really good and I could dance reely in them.

Posted by: jsmith Aug 22 2006, 03:00 PM

Yesterday evening my aunt's mother was in a car accident. My brother told me when I got back from work, and by that time she'd been taken to surgery because she was bleeding in her brain. The idea must have rattled me on some subconscious level, because I had a strange dream last night.
I was on the operating table, and they were about to put me under to perform surgery to remove a brain tumour. I was laying there talking to the doctors as they were administering the anesthetics, and the next thing I knew I was waking up. I was amazed that I wasn't in horrific pain, and that I wasn't swollen. Next thing, I was at home, sort of in a fragile state (feeling open and invaded), but stable. The feeling I had all throughout the dream was peaceful, oddly enough, although my well-being was tenuous. Eventually I got to looking in the mirror and became conscious of the portion of my head that had been shaved (they didn't shave all my hair, just the portion surrounding where the tumour was). I was contemplating hacking off the rest of it, or just leaving it like that, waiting for the rest to grow back. But until I decided what to do, I did this silly comb-over, which actually didn't look too bad. The rest of the dream was composed of me quietly fretting about my hair, and my mom being on the verge of tears every time she looked at me.

Posted by: herculesgirl Aug 22 2006, 11:29 PM

Years ago, back when Clinton was President, I'm guessing 1994 or so (it was the early days of his Presidency, before he got into trouble), I dreamed that he came to my apartment and that I felt bad because my apartment was a pigsty, and all I had to eat was Beanie Weenies (lol, I know). But he sat in my nasty kitchen and ate Beanie Weenies with me and was charming.

Flash forward to last nite, when I dreamed that the current President came to my house, which was clean, and I made mac and cheese, the good baked kind with the crusty burny parts on top, and we sat in my clean house eating mac and cheese.

What the fuck, already?

Posted by: musicfit Aug 23 2006, 10:44 AM

I have had some doozies lately.

Most of my dreams have had Buffy characters in them (gotta stop watching those dvds)!

The night before last, I dreampt that I was waiting in a hospital waiting room for what seemed like hours. I don't know if I was waiting for my mom, or for me (my mom has been in and out of the psychiatric unit). But then a doctor came in and told me I was pregnant. I got all excited and rushed home to tell my husband. He said, "oh, no!" Then I was afraid that he would want me to get an abortion (and I am a pro-choice person, so that was strange). It was like if I had become pregnant right now...we would both be freaking out. Then the dream ended with the both of us sitting on the living room couch. He put his head on my lap and curled up, then I pulled him up against me and we had this beautiful sweet hug.

Last night's dream was just disturbing.

I dreampt that my brother came with us on some sort of outing (that's the part of the dream I don't remember). But then I was lying down and my brother was showing me a way to get into another dimension that his girlfriend from Tai Wan taught him. Then he began messaging my stomach in folds and I was very disturbed by it, because it seemed sort of sexual. When I felt myself begin to fade, I sat up and shoved him off of me. Okay. My brother and I have a normal brother/sister relationship, so I don't know what was going on with this dream. This dream left me with an icky feeling ever since I woke up. Does anybody have any ideas about the meaning of this dream?

Posted by: jsmith Aug 23 2006, 03:54 PM

I read on one of those dream sites that when one has a dream in which they are sexual with someone of the same gender (if they're not gay), or with a relative, it means that they are wrangling with something they don't like about themselves in reality.

Posted by: amilita Aug 23 2006, 04:32 PM

Posted by: ginger_kitty Aug 23 2006, 05:53 PM

hmmm, amilita? Maybe you're right about maybe needing to let something go?

Okay so I have these reaccuring dreams, different places and situations. But I'll be driving somewhere, then all of sudden I am on a bike instead of in the car, next thing I know I walking and panicked that I'll never make it where ever I have to go. Any clues as to what these dreams could mean?

Posted by: CharliNye Aug 23 2006, 08:23 PM

Musicfit,

Your Buffy dreams comment cracked me up! I've been on a steady diet of all 7 seasons for months now! Just finishing 7!

Well, I TOO have been having them show up in my dreams. Spike was showing up in a very sexual way for a while last month. haha

Posted by: musicfit Aug 31 2006, 09:27 AM

*bump*

Posted by: wombat Aug 31 2006, 09:48 AM

I dreamed a friend of mine wanted me to do work for her over the weekend. And Even though she would pay me for it, it would take my whole weekend and she would be a pain in the butt. So I sent her an email with my refusal on Monday. Then on Friday she still hadn't found anyone to do it -- this was a taking-advantage kind of thing -- so she came and started yelling at me that I said I would do it and now I was copping out - and I was yelling back that I very specifically told her way in advance that I was NOT DOING IT.

She kept trying to not listen to me and browbeat me into doing it, and I finally got so mad at her I picked up something heavy of hers (forget what) and threw it through her garage door window, breaking a bit of the surrounding frame in the process.

Posted by: musicfit Sep 5 2006, 08:52 PM

QUOTE(pollystyrene @ Jun 12 2006, 11:32 AM)

Posted by: jsmith Sep 5 2006, 09:24 PM

I save frappuccino bottles and collect my change in them. Last night I dreamt that I went into my closet (I keep my bottles there) and found them filled with water. I came back later and goldfish had randomly formed in one of them, and there were tiny dead white lab rats at the bottom. I was thinking "why didn't I nurture those little rats?" THEN it finally occured to me that life forms had randomly generated in a bottle of water. What in the world???

Posted by: jsmith Sep 8 2006, 10:02 PM

REALLY strange dream early this morning
Okay, the clap is another name for gonorrhea (sp), right? Well, in this dream it wasn't an STD, it was comparable to the bubonic plague in that it killed rapidly at its onset, and caused wicked sores.
Well I was at an all-girls private school, and my entire class had the clap. Since everyone had it (including a professor), I automatically assumed I MUST have it. So we kind of isolated ourselves in the library so we wouldn't infect anyone. There was a fridge in the library, and I went to it to grab an apple. Every single one was bad. I thought "How appropriate. A fridge full of apples that are decomposing, just like us." Then I walked over to a mirror (which I had ceased doing since the beginning of the illness), but didn't see any of the horrid marks that were showing up on everybody else. I thought "*Great*, this is gonna be a miserable, drawn out process and I'm going to be the last to go."
Suddenly the library dissolved, and I was in an unfamiliar room with my mom and dad. They both had the sores peculiar to the clap. Then I remembered (the way we remember things in dreams that really never happened) that my father had told me that the disease is latent in a few people for six years. I asked him about that, and he said "Yeah, but remember, when you see the marks, it's downhill from there." I went over to a mirror, but there was nothing but the smudged makeup I hadn't bothered to remove when I first thought I was ill. I had another miserable thought:"I might have six years to dwell on my impending DEATH. This sucks." I got to thinking about when I would have contracted the illness, but simply couldn't remember any time when I had made contact with anybody's sores (which was necessary to catch it). So maybe I didn't have it...
My dad told me I could go to the doctor and take a test that would tell me for sure if I had it. So that's what I did, and they gave me this pill that would tell them if I was infected or not. It BURNED going down, and I had no idea how that was supposed to tell them anything. As I was waking up (still in the dream, though), I was suddenly back in my room, and my brother popped his head in and said "The doctor just called. Your test came back negative."
I just wonder how in hell my mind chose "the clap" for the name of the disease.

Posted by: musicfit Sep 14 2006, 06:45 PM

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Posted by: bunnyb Sep 19 2006, 06:09 AM

Last night I dreamt of Manderley again... that practically all of my teeth fell out. I think this is to do with anxiety - can anyone shed some light?

Posted by: musicfit Sep 24 2006, 10:51 AM

I have actually heard that teeth falling out in a dream had to do with anxiety. Several people have posted dreams like that in here.

Posted by: musicfit Sep 27 2006, 01:42 PM

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Posted by: gogosgirl Sep 27 2006, 03:59 PM

I guess I've been really lonely...I dreamt about sex with jake gyllenhall. I was so psyched! I thold him how I loved his movies, and how I saw brokeback mountain twice, then I realized I should stop yapping and enjoy myself. in retrospect, I think I dreamt of him because 1) I really am lonely, but 2) I totally identify with the character of jack twist, who is in love with love and totally optimistic about it, and willing to do anything for it. god, I'm a sorry sap.

Posted by: ginger_kitty Sep 27 2006, 06:26 PM

I had a terrible dream that one of my dogs died. I totally fell apart in the dream. It was unnerving, I was upset even after I woke up. I know it was just a dream, but my dreams can be so vivid and realistic.

Posted by: musicfit Sep 29 2006, 11:25 AM

Awww, Ginger, that's not fun.

I had a very strange dream.

My parents had dragged me to some kind of football game and I had to sit by Dick Cheney who was on oxygen and I could hear every breath he took. It was so irritating.

Then I kept going up to my parents to talk to them, but they kept saying that they were trying to listen to the game and that I should just sit down and be quiet and we would talk later. Soon after that, I finally found out how to get away from Cheney and I found a little booth that was far away from everyone else. I kept getting up and telling my parents about Buffy the vampire slayer and a slew of other things and they kept telling me to sit down and be quiet. I think my dad was sick or something. I don't completely remember. Then a popular girl who I knew from high school asked me if I knew where a certain thing was that I hadn't seen since high school and I said I didn't know. I think she was trying to organize a reunion or something. I think at that point, I realized we were at my high school football stadium.

I decided that if noone wanted to talk to me that I would just go home. When I got home, there was condensation on the ceiling and these huge dragonflys the size of chickens that were flying around. I kept killing these other bugs and hiding from the dragon flys that kept swooping down. There was condensation and water dripping down from the ceiling in every room and it was beyond my control. When my parents got home, I ran to tell them and made them look to see what was going on. I was telling my dad to kill the bugs and make things better. I remember thinking in the dream that this has happened to me before (with the ceiling condensation and all the big bugs). I remember thinking at least the dragonflys would eat the house centipedes which didn't look as good. Then I woke up.

Posted by: jsmith Sep 29 2006, 03:13 PM

That reminds me of a dream I had quite a while back, Ginger. Very heartbreaking. I was in some public place, and I had my dog with me (my dog in real life). She suddenly got sick, and I kept thinking I had to get her to a vet. I picked her up and took her into a big bathroom, but when I looked back down at her, all that was left of her was a clean, white skeleton.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 4 2006, 10:51 AM

This was a verrrry strange dream.

It started out with my heart being broken. My husband ended up getting back together with his ex-fiance' (who is married right now, so it couldn't happen anyway) and they ended up having sex. He was completely invested in being with her and told me that I wouldn't be able to be with him anymore. I felt awful. I kept working on him and telling him that I am his wife and he can't be with his ex-fiance'. I finally ended up convincing him to drop her and he admitted he had wanted to be with me all along. Then he got angry at her and said, "You wanted to have sex with me and be with me and I have a WIFE!" Then she began acting crazy. I don't remember what she did actually.

At one point, I found out that my friend had started a day-care and she had a little ramp coming out of her house that had the name of the daycare on it. I told my dad about it and he rolled his eyes mockingly saying, "Daycare?" Like she was nuts or stupid for starting a daycare or something. Yet my parents were advertising to start a business of their own that had something to do with psychedelic stuff. They wanted to clear their reputations that were messed up because they had done acid and other drugs in the 1960s. I commended them for it.

The second part of the dream I was in Iraq with a German family. My parents were trying to advertise some sort of business. There were little kids with the German family and I was shocked that the parents would let the kids just walk outside with no warning. There were bombs and guns firing and I kept having to go outside. I would duck so none of the gunfire could kill me and then crawl across the ground to get to where ever I was going. Sometimes I would see tanks driving toward the house and I would duck until they were gone and then quickly crawl outside. At the end of the dream, the German family went home and I was still wondering how those kids made it inside and out with no scratches or wounds.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 4 2006, 03:24 PM

I had a dream last night with lots of commotion.
I was standing outside of a convenience store which I lived down the street from a long time ago. It was night, and a bunch of other people were standing outside too. We couldn't get in, so we started making noise to get someone to unlock the door. Finally, the cashier came and unlocked the door, and we all went in. But the cashier was acting very strange. A lot of people were saying she's drunk, she's messed up on drugs, but to me it seemed like she was about to have a stroke. Eventually she did collapse, and I called 911. The person I spoke with said an ambulance would be dispatched immediately. But, half an hour later, no ambulance. No matter, though. The cashier seemed to have gone back to normal. Suddenly there were bright lights and loud explosions outside, and we ran to the doorway to see what was going on. There were planes and helicopters and bombs going off and emergency & construction vehicles all over. Two T-Rex (dinosaurs) were hauling ass down the street amid all the commotion. I was shocked at the sight of these two dinosaurs, naturally, thinking "These guys went extinct AGES ago!" I turned to the cashier and told her we'd better get the hell out of the way or else we'd be crushed like kittens (I don't know what I meant by that) by the rampaging dinosaurs. So we went to the back of the store and she started acting strange again. I figured that no ambulance was going to show up, and I didn't want to stick around anymore, so I decided to go home and take the cashier with me so I could keep an eye on her. We got into my car and I started to drive to the house I lived in long ago. Off in the distance I saw another T-Rex bound by. Moments later one of the construction vehicles dropped its shovel thingy on the hood of my car. Then I remembered that I no longer lived on that side of town, and thought maybe none of this crap was going on on my side of town, so I immediately turned (despite the shovel) and headed in that direction.

Posted by: wombat Oct 4 2006, 04:09 PM

jsmith: You are pregnant.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 4 2006, 04:36 PM

Bahahahaha!! I hope not. Then I'd be forced to believe in immaculate conception

Posted by: musicfit Oct 6 2006, 11:12 AM

Okay, I've been having some seriously wierd ones lately.

The night before last, I dreamt that my parents moved us to the desert in Egypt (I have no idea why I was living with my parents in my dream). We were living in a house over by the pyramids and the Nile river. I was terrified, because there was this huge wind storm coming and I could not believe that they moved us to the desert. I could not see the pyramids, but I did see this huge ruin that sort of looked like the Taj Mahal except seriously in ruin. I could see that ruin right in front of the big picture window. I was so terrified.

I remember that quite awhile back, I was trying to swim in the Nile and there were alligators and I somehow miraculously was able to get away from them.

Last night, I dreamt that I lost a tooth and it was a tooth that was visible. I noticed it was a little loose, so I wiggled it harder and harder thinking that it wouldn't come out, but I felt it with my tongue and realized that it did. I remember thinking oh my god, I'm going to look like a hick with a tooth missing. I told my husband and then looked in the mirror and smiled. To my horror, I could see the gap when I smiled.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 6 2006, 11:50 AM

Ooo, that first was sounded interesting!
I've had many dreams about loose teeth. They pretty much always come out, and are definitely visible. I remember an especially horrifying tooth dream: I was probably 11 or 12 in the dream, and my mouth was absolutely full of these skinny, long, bunched up rows of teeth. I thought "So much for those damned braces" and grabbed a pair of pliers.................... and started pulling out all these teeth. They came out easy, but my gums got stretched out REALLY bad. I remember looking in the mirror and looking closely at my gums, they looked like stalactites. I took comfort in the thought that my adult teeth would grow in normally, and not so numerous.

Posted by: thepointybird Oct 9 2006, 08:35 AM

QUOTE(jsmith @ Oct 6 2006, 07:07 PM)

Posted by: musicfit Oct 9 2006, 12:08 PM

I had some strange ones again.

The first half of the dream, I was in a sexuality class, except taught by my diagnosis professor. Willow from Buffy the vampire slayer was in the class. We were all supposed to do a reading and then draw a picture of a penis. I saw Willow's picture and it was of a vagina. Of course, I thought it must be just an odd-looking penis (my subconcious mind can be a bit dense). I looked at Willow and she had this cute little satisfied smile on her face (Buffy fans will understand the vagina thing).

Ummm...forgot the other dream. Have to get back to you on that one.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 9 2006, 12:18 PM

Hm, a subconscious fear of getting old.. seems to go along with the idea that teeth falling out in a dream have to do with vanity. I must admit that I DO NOT want get old. And I am just a little bit vain (a little).
What do y'all think it means if you dream about malls a lot? I don't like malls. Actually I kind of hate them. But every once in a while I dream that I'm in a mall, and it's close to closing time so it isn't crowded. I'm searching through all the stores at break-neck speed trying to find something I simply can't live without. Never find the thing, though.

Posted by: ginger_kitty Oct 9 2006, 03:36 PM

I've had a couple teeth falling out dreams.....they freaked me out.

Last night I had a dream I was pregnant and my husband was extremely mad at me b/c we don't wan't children. So I had the baby, but it turned out to be a puppy that looked like a mix between our hound and another dog that we have. We were really relieved that we didn't have to raise a baby, but my hubby was upset that the dog didn't look like him. And I became obsessed with the fact that I got huge tiger striped-like stretch marks all across my belly. I kept thinking I wouldn't be able to handle looking at myself and seeing them........

I am a wierdo......

Posted by: stargazer Oct 9 2006, 05:19 PM

in addition to vanity...teeth falling out is a sign of anxiety or some emotional distress...

i would have dreams of my teeth falling out when i felt things were out of my control.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 14 2006, 07:02 PM

Had some more doozies lately.

One was a couple of nights ago. I had flown over to visit a country and had just arrived at the building I was supposed to be staying at (of course, I have no idea why I was there). I found out pretty quick that I was in a war zone. I panicked and asked this old guy if he could buy me a plane ticket back home (I was using my having forgotten my toothbrush as an excuse, no idea why). But I really wanted to fly home so I wouldn't die. The old man told me that he could get me on a plane the very next day. Well, it was the next day, and I couldn't find the old man. By now, I was terrified. A soldier had told me they were going to start bombing soon. I freaked out and as I saw a tank coming for us and some bombs coming down from the sky, I hid out in a closet with a bunch of people. I was so terrified, thinking I was for sure going to die. Then I thought about how frustrating it was that people waged these wars all the time. if they didn't, than we would never have to worry about this crap! Then I woke up.

Yesterday when I took a nap, I had another dream. I was with my husband and we were in my advisor's office (we are in totally different professions, so I had no idea what my husband was doing there). But then we decided to go home, said goodbye to my advisor and left. We got outside and there was a huge outdoor pool right outside of the class building (which there definately is NOT in real life, of course). I got all excited and was ready to swim in it, but then I realized it was too cold. The pool was amazingly huge like the adult pools in this place my grandma used to take me to when I was little. So we decided we would look at indoor pools and see if we could swim there. All the pools we found were either outdoors or they were completely empty and noone was allowed to swim in them. Then we went to Oasis hot tubs and all the pools were different colors (you could find a pink tub, a green tub, and so on). We didn't get to go in there, either. I woke up.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 14 2006, 11:28 PM

Early this morning I dreamt that I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep. My stereo (which is normally directly across from the bed) was beside me on the bedside table. I heard a button being pressed, and realized that someone had hit the rewind button on one of the tape decks. The sound it made was kind of annoying, so I got up and hit the stop button. It didn't occur to me yet to be freaked out by the fact that some invisible entity was in my room messing with stuff. When I laid back down and closed my eyes, something hit the rewind button again. I got up and cut the power to the stereo. I laid back down again, and something hit the rewind button. I got up and yanked the tape out of it's deck, this time a little unsettled that something was there. When I laid back down, a tape was promptly inserted into the deck, and the bastard hit the rewind button again. This time I just got up and got the hell out of the room.
Later in the morning I dreamt that my aunt was taking me to class, and I was going to be late. I told her "Just drop me of in the Academic parking lot" (reality). She did, and I walked up to the building and saw a door that I'd never noticed before. I opened it, and saw a passage that one would expect to see in a castle: stone walls, ornate wooden doors, and brackets containing torches. Classes in this passageway were letting out, and I realized that I had the choice to A) Go on to class and take my test, or B)Forget the test, and explore this newly discovered portion of the Academic Building. I chose B.
I walked down the hallway and came to a long, spiraling stairway. I started climbing, but started to regret it after a while. It was LONG. Just when I thought it was never going to end, I arrived at the top of the staircase. I was suddenly standing in a HUGE lecture hall. It looked like a really, really, really big theater. The walls had shelves which were crammed with what looked like various medical experiments, and an instructor was standing at the front of the lecture hall talking about medical procedure. There was a guy sitting down the row from me (I found myself sitting down at that moment) carving a bloody cross into his hand. Not a religious cross, but one that had limbs (I guess that's what you'd call them) all the same length. That was the end of the dream. When I was thinking about it later, it occured to me: medical stuff... RED CROSS! Bahahahahaha!

Posted by: musicfit Oct 21 2006, 08:27 PM

Jsmith, that's really creepy. Did you by any chance watch too many Unsolved Mysteries ghost stories (just kidding)

The one about the Red Cross was hilarious. Way to go with the dreaming!

Posted by: jsmith Oct 21 2006, 09:50 PM

I probably do watch/read too many ghost stories, lol
I just remembered a very unsettling dream I had not too long ago:
I was sitting on my bed with a small knife next to me. My laptop was in front of me, and on the screen was a web forum thread talking about a good way to do a scalp/hair treatment (I'm kind of hair obsessed).
I was a little bit hesitant about doing the treatment, although I'd done it twice before without hitch, and with GREAT results. So, there was really no reason to not do it again.
Okay, so I picked up my little knife and dug it into my temple, just below the hairline. I moved along the hairline, moving the knife down to go below my little widow's peak. Once I went all the way around, I peeled my scalp off. I peeled my scalp off! I wasn't unnerved in the dream, though. After removing it, I set it on my lap and did the scalp treatment. While it was *steeping* I walked over to the mirror and looked at my white, bloodless skull without flinching. After what seemed like 30 minutes I decided I'd better 'put my hair back on'. It was simple to do that, just plop it back on my head and wait for it to reattach. It didn't want to cooperate this time, though. During the treatment, the skin had somehow stretched... and didn't fit anymore. It kept sliding off my head and landing with a light thud on the ground. Suddenly my brother pops into the room and is like "What the hell??" I replied "It's nothing, chill out." I picked it up off the ground, and the damn thing split in two. *ohshit* I decided never to do this treatment again!
I told my brother to go into my bathroom and look in one of the drawers of the little white doohickey on the counter, and to bring me the blue thread he would find there. If my scalp didn't want to reattach, I'd just sew the bastard back on. He went to the bathroom to look for the thread, and on the tv Chris Cornell was singing live. I thought "Good gawd, he sounds awful singing live!" Isn't it wierd that things that would be horrific in real life don't faze us in dreams?
Okay that one was kinda gross, here's a nicer one:
I was coloring my hair red with box color. For a couple of months I'd been using henna to color my hair (as I do in reality) but wanted to see what I would get with boxed chemical color. After letting it sit on my head for the prescribed time, I washed it out. Well, it didn't take, to say the least. It had also stripped the henna out of my hair. What I was left with was very silvery grey hair. It was PRETTY. But I was shocked that my hair had gone grey so fast (especially being only 19). I couldn't decide if I would henna my hair again, or leave it that lovely silvery color.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 26 2006, 11:07 AM

Whoa. That was a very strange dream! I don't know what to say about it except do you think you might feel that you are taking too many risks with beauty remedies? Just a thought.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 26 2006, 04:49 PM

I doubt it, that isn't the first time I've dreamt of amputating something and putting it back on. Maybe I'm too vain..

Posted by: anna k Oct 27 2006, 03:27 PM

I dreamed that I was kissing a teenage Kiefer Sutherland who looked like a street kid and was very pale. Strange occurence.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 27 2006, 11:18 PM

Last night I had a dream that my husband had an egg that he'd been saving for a long time so he could have children when the right woman came along. Well, he pulled it out for me, and I couldn't believe he'd saved it. I told him he can't keep an egg for that long, that's crazy! Then he accidently broke it and it was all gross and he went to throw it away (this looked exactly like a chicken egg). Then as I began to wake up out of the dream, I thought about where the eggs that we finally have our children with would come from. I knew (in the dream) that people laid eggs, then had the male fertilize them. I was picturing these white chicken-egg looking things coming out of my birth canal. But I was puzzled, I didn't know if the eggs came out of men, or women. Then I woke up and realized, wait a minute. Chickens have those types of eggs, not humans! My sleeping mind was SO sure that humans laid eggs. Bizarre.

Posted by: jsmith Oct 28 2006, 03:04 PM

That's bizarre! It's funny what your sleeping brain thinks. I'll be waking up and think that I'm some other completely different person. If anybody at all...

Posted by: mouse Oct 30 2006, 07:20 PM

i used to have really awesome dreams, like five or six years ago. lately i've been having them again. here's one:

i was walking around a large pond or lake, i kept going around and around--the lake was in the middle of the woods and the path between the edge of the woods and the edge of the lake kept getting smaller and eventually i had to walk IN the lake, half swimming and half walking on some submerged boardwalk or docks. the water was clear but brown and there were lots of brown and yellow and dark colored plants in the water; like a forest lake in the middle of fall would be. i started getting scared because i kept seeing shapes in the water; under the dock at one end of the lake were submerged white shapes that i thought was an octopus. as i kept circling the lake i could see that it definitely was an octopus.

in the middle of the lake there was another darker shape moving; it was a whale, but it stayed in the center. i wasn't afraid of the whale but i was afraid of the octopus, until i realized it wasn't real--it was made of white plastic and just floating, half underwater, and it wasn't really an octopus, it had a large babydoll head with tentacles, but the babydoll head was actually a sailor or pirate head, with sideburns and a beard, and i think maybe a pipe and tattoos. and i feel like there was an old man in the water with me who was telling me not to be scared, it wasn't real. i kept walking around the lake--wading/swimming around the edge--and then it turned into a board-lined hallway where a bunch of people, one of them my mother, were taking handfuls of mud from the lake floor and spreading it on the plywood walls lining the hallway. i started doing that too, and as i was spreading the mud on the wall i felt something tiny and solid in the mud, and when i cleaned it off i saw a tiny pair of black shoes, like barbie doll size, and a tiny pair of gold, jointed arms with tiny hands attached.

then i saw that next to us was george w bush, yes the president. and it felt like maybe we were doing some sort of clean-up relief for katrina, with the water and mud and plywood walls. and i started spreading the mud on bush's face and clothes, all the while yelling about everything i thought he was doing wrong with the country (i don't remember a word of what i was saying, but i remember it was very eloquent and apt). i knew i was going to get in trouble for doing this but i didn't care.

suddenly the dream cut to my family's christmas reunion, and i was panicked because i had just realized at the last minute that i had forgotten to get gifts for anyone, and i was rushing around freaking out and trying to find a solution.....and then i woke up.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 30 2006, 08:40 PM

Cool! I wish I had a dream about sticking it to the man like that. Telling Bush what I think.

Posted by: musicfit Nov 2 2006, 10:59 AM

Okay, this is majorly strange and disturbing.

I had a dream that I was staying in a big house with a bunch of other people. I don't know if it was for a conference, or what. But when we got to the house we found the dead bodies of 2 young women. We were all scared that the murderer would come back. I was just walking around the whole time getting ready for dinner and listening to music. I was also scared that the murderer would come back. Then, as if this helped, Dr. Calloway (a professor in the counseling program) found the foot of one of the dead women. She just picked it up and said, "Well, this is just wrong. We can't have this lying around!" Then she put it somewhere and I didn't know where. But soon I discovered a strange woman with a cauldron stirring something and eating it. It was the foot! And I could hear her crunching on it and saying that it tasted good! Well, of course I was disturbed by that display. Then I waited around with everyone else, wondering when our time there would be over since I was anxious to get away from the place the murderers had rampaged just a couple of days earlier to kill those 2 women. I would wake up periodically to check on everything and be relieved that there were several people up, talking and watching tv. Then the day finally came when we could leave, about 2 days later. After we returned home, I was looking at a computer print-out with mug shots of the murderers. One of them had short brown hair and the other, impeccably groomed long blond hair with a boyish face. On the next page, there was a comic comparing the 2 murderers to Beavis and Butthead. I looked at the picture of the murderers again, and sure enough, they looked like human versions of Beavis and Butthead except much better looking. I chuckled to myself, then woke up.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 2 2006, 04:32 PM

Yikes that first part's kind of unnerving... but the last is just funny! That reminds me of this guy I went to HS with. I couldn't decide who he reminded me more of - Beavis or Butthead. LOL

Posted by: jsmith Nov 3 2006, 10:16 PM

Last night I dreamt that I was sitting in a big office building. It was a building where telemarketers worked, and I used to work there (in the dream). I walked into this guy's office and he handed me this form asking me if I wanted to renew my work contract or just let it go and end my employment with the company. Completely forgetting that I had only worked at the place for about a week (and didn't do a good job at that) a year ago, I was like, "Oh, I'll renew my work contract. This is a great place to work." Then I remembered that I hadn't done a damn thing there for such a long time, and decided to just let it go. The guy who handed me the form had been my boss, and he didn't seem to realize that I hadn't been on the job for quite a long time.
That dream was wierd to me because it isn't the only dream I've had where I'd been employed at some place and only did a half-ass job for a very short time, but eons later was still considered a valuable employee. I think I've had 2 or 3 others. I wonder if it means I'm leaving a lot of things undone, but what these things might be I don't really know.

Posted by: musicfit Nov 6 2006, 08:01 AM

I had a strange one this morning.

I think this one is recurrant. I was at the university and there was this huge ocean surrounding it. The waves were crashing against rocks (ok, strange, since the university I go to is in the middle of a city with no body of water in sight). My husband and I were given this kitchen towel that was hanging on this plastic rod that was green (like the towel) and said "Green Bay Packers" on it. I tried to throw it away, but when I got back to the university I spoke to the president and he said, "How could you even THINK about throwing that away! It's the Green Bay Packers!" Then I didn't throw it away. Every class I went to, the professors were praising this new president because he came from (forgot the state) and his home team was the Green Bay Packers. Because of this, we were supposed to worship them. I was in a tower (kind of like the one in the big hotel at the conference I went to last week) and the waves were crashing underneath us. I was telling my husband about what happened, and as I did, I jumped down into the water, but it was just like jumping onto the floor.

Posted by: musicfit Nov 14 2006, 11:26 AM

bump

Posted by: mr_falljackets Nov 14 2006, 11:48 AM

I dreamed I was walking up to a wire fence surrounding an expansive remote hilltop pasture. Suddenly there was a throng of frenzied people all along the fenceline shaking their fists and yelling at a figure on a cross at the top of the hill. I jumped the fence and trotted up to the foot of the cross where Jesus was freshly crucified and the mob mad and shouting on all sides. I scrambled up the cross and pulled the spikes out of Jesus's wrists and feet, pulled him down off the cross, threw his limp body over my shoulder and turned for the fence where I supposed he would be safe. The mob then started shooting little quasar-like laser discs at me as I ran that seared me wherever they hit but I kept running and when I got to the fence I heaved Jesus over to the other side at which point the crowd vanished and I was standing all alone again, no cross, no Jesus, no mad crowd.

Posted by: mouse Nov 14 2006, 11:57 AM

aww, someone's caught the christmas spirit!

Posted by: falljackets Nov 14 2006, 12:07 PM

bwahahah! nice one, mouse!

Posted by: mr_falljackets Nov 14 2006, 12:17 PM

Laugh all you want. I saved the world from Christianity. That's worth free macaroni for life.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 14 2006, 04:39 PM

Har, I'm surprised the troll hasn't barged in and said something stupid yet.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 17 2006, 11:32 PM

I've had a lot of dreams about elementary, jr high, and high school. I don't remember too much about them, only that when I dream about high school, I'm always going to or coming from English, and I'm always mounting or descending a very tall, steep staircase. When I'm ascending and reach the top, I have to squeeze through a small trap-door-like thingy. When I'm descending, I have to squeeze through the trap-door and I'm always hauling ass to my next class (usually math) and having to fight the crowd.
When I'm dreaming about jr high, it's always the end of the day and I'm thinking "When the hell did I come back to jr high??". There's always masses of students. I mean they are EVERYWHERE. A lot of them are sitting on the curb chatting and waiting for their parents to pick them up. There are many more (I'm talking hoardes) walking down the street going home. I'm always walking really fast to get to my car/get home.
When I dream about elementary school, it's almost always with a feeling of nostalgia. But the thing is I'm not a student there, I'm just walking around and looking at what has stayed the same and what has changed. Usually when I'm discovered by a teacher they insist that I leave. Sometimes they are very nice and just start chatting. The other night I dreamt that my 21 year old brother was taking classes at our old elementary school (BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!) and I had to go and pick him up.
I remember another elementary dream in particular. I was at the school and looking around really closely. I discovered a BIG store in one of the buildings that was apparently for teachers to buy supplies. BUT, this store had some really COOL stuff in it. I don't remember what, but I remember thinking "DANG, this is neat!!"
Speaking of dreams involving academic stuff, last night I dreamt about one of my professors........... mmmmmm...

Posted by: musicfit Nov 18 2006, 11:03 PM

Fascinating, jsmith!

Posted by: speedy Nov 22 2006, 01:58 PM

This dream has had me skeeved out all day.

You know that stupid supposed Britney Spears sex tape?

I dreamed last night that it was on my phone. She had him on his back and she was impaling him with this grotesque gigantic white strap-on. It was very blobby, and she was trying to get the testicles into him. Gah.
Two especially awful things: the image resolution was phenomenal (I think dreams have built-in algorithms).

And I was so sure it was real that this morning I immediately went online expecting to find the video on YouTube or something.

I will say this for Kevin: he wasn't doing too much complaining.

Sorry for this moment of squick. Please return to your regularly scheduled dreams.

Posted by: pollystyrene Nov 26 2006, 09:02 PM

I dream of high school and elementary school pretty regularly, jsmith. What's interesting is that most people say they have those anxiety dreams where they're back in college and have a final for a class they never went to, but I get those about high school and I never dream of college. My theory is that because I never finished college, I don't have that pressure and so my anxiety dreams are about high school.

I cross-posted this in the General Sex thread, but I thought I'd ask here, too. Every once in awhile, I have sexual dreams about something I have no interest in doing IRL, and in fact, I consider it to be pretty immoral (there's not much sexual stuff I consider to be flat-out immoral for anyone, so you know it's bad.) I wake up feeling turned on, though, and then gross and icky. Any suggestions on how to not have dreams about it anymore? I used to think I only dreamt about it when it had been awhile since I got any, so my brain was getting desperate, but last night I dreamt about it after just getting some. WTF? I also occasionally have dreams about the woman who used to be my best friend and was Le Boy's girlfriend, and I'd really like to stop having those cause I always feel pissed off for the rest of the day.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 27 2006, 10:24 PM

I've had icky dreams too, pollystyrene.
Think about them. Is there anything that happens in every one of them? In mine, I'm not actually doing the act, I'm remembering it. And I'm thinking to myself "What the hell was I thinking? That was really stupid and disgusting! I can't believe I did that!" Then I realize that that is something I would never do given a choice, and that when I did it (in the dream) I recognize that I was literally outside my own control. Dreams that shock us, in my opinion, are indicators of what bothers us. I'm often bothered by what I've said/done to people in the past. While I realize that I did have control when I said/did these things, the fact is I can't change anything: the deed is done, and all I can do is make sure it never happens again.
This tends to manifest not only in sexual dreams, but in violent ones. I once dreamt that I'd kidnapped somebody and demanded ransom. I came to myself in the middle of the situation and thought "Wait.... how did this happen? Did I really do this?" I realize that I did indeed do it, and I'm overcome with remorse. But I can't change it, I have to face up to it.
I read some article somewhere saying that when we dream about nasty sexual things that we wouldn't even want to do in real life, we're actually struggling with some aspect of ourselves that we don't like.
Okay, I had a strange dream last night. I mentioned eons ago that I have many, many dreams about tornados. Last night I dreamt I was at the hospital where my grandmother works, and there was a violent storm outside. I was standing in the hall chatting with some girl and watching the clouds. Suddenly everything calmed down, and the girl and I stepped outside to look. I looked to the east and saw the moon, but due to some bizarre optical illusion having to do with the eaves, I saw two moons. The girl and I started walking along the sidewalk which followed the turns of the building. I looked to my right and saw a tornado forming. I yelled "Hey, look!" to the girl, and she kind of panicked. I looked straight ahead and saw another one forming. The sidewalk had led us to a door, and the girl bolted inside as I noticed yet another tornado forming very close by. The wind was pulling me away from the building, so I had to fight to get to the door. The door was glass, and I saw that the girl had slammed it shut and locked it, so I was kind of stuck outside. However another door appeared beside the other one, and I went toward it (as best as I could). I glanced over at the girl through the glass door, and something wierd happened with the air pressure. The glass blew out of the door, and the girl was almost sucked through the frame. She was just slightly too big, though. So, she was kind of stuck there, and little pieces of glass left in the frame were cutting into her so the scene was kind of bloody. The dream went on from there, but I don't remember exactly what happened.

Posted by: pollystyrene Nov 27 2006, 10:39 PM

Hmm, interesting, jsmith- I think that what bothers me is that there's a part of me that is aroused by what happens in the dreams (since I wake up that way, but the feeling doesn't last), and I'm the teensiest-eensiest bit afraid that I may act on it IRL. It's an irrational fear, since I don't really think I would, but there's that "what if?" part, too. There isn't anything that happens in each dream, other than what is involved. I feel like there's something I need to purge from my subconscious to get this to stop; like you said sometimes we have these dreams that shock us for a reason. I don't know if I need to take the mystery out of this or what. I don't really want to investigate it, though.

Has anyone ever dreamt in black and white? It's so strange. I had a b&w dream a few years ago where I was with this teenager-version of a friend at work (I only knew her as an adult) and it was something like we had to go tell her parents that she was pregnant. Nothing was in color, it was like a film and it was so eerie.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 28 2006, 10:12 PM

Hm... maybe you're worried about your potential for doing something (not necessarily sexual) you'd end up regretting? Just an idea I'm throwing out there.
I had a strange dream this morning. I was sitting at my kitchen table and there was this little 7 or 8 year old girl running around in my living room. She ran by the doorway and I realized it was me when I was 7 or 8. I wasn't shocked by this. I called her/me over and took a good look. Yep, it was definitely me. I felt her/my hair and thought "My hair was certainly thicker back then..."

Posted by: jsmith Nov 30 2006, 01:14 PM

It's been a while since I had a cute dream, but last night I finally had one.
I was walking into a car dealership, and when I got to the doorway I saw a bird just inside. It had an injured wing and was flapping and running around. I tried to pick it up but it ran from me. Somehow it managed to get airborne, but not very high and not for very long. It fell and I caught it. I was expecting it to struggle, but it just sat there in my hands. I walked out of the dealership and ended up in my bedroom. I looked down at my hands and found that the bird had turned into a somewhat large butterfly. It was about as wide as my palm, and as long. I did a double take when I saw this butterfly: it didn't have the insect head and body I was expecting. Instead it was a miniscule black kitten. It was so adorable! A tiny black kitten with big butterfly wings! It was rolling around on it's back and flexing it's little paws and looking at me in that searching way that kittens do. How cute is that!

Posted by: musicfit Dec 6 2006, 08:19 PM

Awww!

Posted by: jsmith Dec 11 2006, 09:33 PM

I must have been really tired today. I took a nap around noon and sank right in to one of those bizarre REM dreams. I had discovered a new room in my house. I peeked in the doorway and was confronted by a strange sight. This really heavy old guy in a black suit was dancing around flamboyantly to some techno song. I walked into the room and just watched him for a moment. I noticed some switches on the wall and started fiddling with them. The heavy guy turned into a heavy younger woman with short black hair, wearing a black suit. She was also dancing around. I looked around the room and noticed a skinny cat slinking about. I was delighted to find I had another kitty!
I had a really sweet one a couple nights ago: I had just woken up (in the dream) and saw my cat laying at the end of the bed (she does this in real life). I put my face against hers and she turned into a baby! It was so adorable, I always call her my baby girl IRL and this dream reflected that.

Posted by: musicfit Dec 18 2006, 09:39 PM

Heheee...that's a silly/cute dream!

Posted by: go_kayte Dec 18 2006, 10:11 PM

There are always animals in my dreams every night, different kinds but often bunnies. The only animal I have (besides my boyfriend, HA!) is my hedgehog. I don't know where all these sleep bunnies are coming from, but I like it.

Posted by: musicfit Dec 27 2006, 01:35 AM

Today I took a nap and had a dream about rejection. I was with all these wannabe goths who were hanging out. I was taking a nap at my mother-in-law's house (so that was where I was in the dream). Anyway, there was this group of people who were rejecting me every time I said I wanted to hang out with them. They were annoyed by me. Thankfully, that's all I remember.

I do know that before I fell asleep I was feeling guilty about not having gone with my husband to visit his grandmother on her death bed (later on in the night, I went). This is not a dream, this is reality, but I was there with his grandmother the day before and listened to her stories. People were so emotional waking up this morning that I felt I didn't want to get into the intensity of it all just yet. That dream could have been some residual guilt for not going right away.

Posted by: wombat Dec 28 2006, 03:28 PM

I dreamed I was giving birth to twins.

One just popped out and i was walking around a party waiting for the other to pop out.

Posted by: anna k Dec 28 2006, 11:40 PM

I dreamed I was friends with Rachel Weisz and I went to see a premiere of The Fountain.

I've had some weird dreams lately:

I dreamed I could travel to another dimension by saying Heidi Klum's name five times, stroking a wall, and I could go through the wall like water, landing in a new place in a couple of seconds. Heidi was like the Oracle from the Matrix movies, guiding me in this New Age world. It was definetly strange.

I dreamed that I was a child model, and that I was poised and beautiful, wearing makeup and having my hair done, and I looked like a child Natalie Portman.

Posted by: wombat Dec 31 2006, 11:35 AM

~*~*~Heidi Klum is magic!~*~*~

It is kinda cool to think that someone would pay your for your looks, anna_k. I mean, it's effort and risk still, but they do seem kinda transcendent, don't they? I woulda never made it as a model because I had bad posture and used to pick my fingernails. Eww. But true. Didn't want to give up those things!

Seriously, Blanche. Victoria's Secret used to have things in good materials and now it's all polyester nylon and they don't like women with "too big" boobies. Which is -- odd!!

*****

I dreamed I was riding a bicycle very fast. It was night time and the road was slick shiny wet, there was a full moon in the night sky and everything around me was kind of deep blue and fresh and shiny. Even though I'm kind of a bike wuss in real life -- I don't like to go too fast so I won't pitch over the handlebars if I hit something or have to stop quickly -- in the dream I was going fealessly and happily fast. I was getting somewhere and I was FREEE!!

I stopped to tuck my long hippie skirt into the waistband of my jeans, and a voice told me this was the right thing to do.

LOL at my "crime of fashion"

Posted by: musicfit Dec 31 2006, 05:14 PM

A couple of nights ago, I had a dream that I was on Double Dare (don't ask).

The dream went like this. I was following these kids, but I was the age I am now, 30. So I was thinking, I'm so immature for being a contestant on Double Dare. As I was thinking, this is for little kids, a middle-aged woman (that I'm guessing was the host), shoved me down a slide that was going to have us falling into a huge pile of goop. Then I fell down the slide and noticed that the giant bowl of banana pudding was submerged in a huge pool of water. Then when it was my turn, this thing I was sitting on at the foot of the slide was clicking each person into the banana pudding. Before the lever was able to push me into the banana pudding, I jumped into the water and tried to find my way out. Then I woke up.

Posted by: wombat Jan 1 2007, 01:33 AM

NO! Not the banana pudding!

Posted by: anna k Jan 1 2007, 04:39 PM

I dreamed that me, a friend, and Zooey Deschanel were hanging out. We went on a bus to Columbia University to check out flea markets, but Zooey was tired, being 57 years old and gray despite looking 25. She was also gay and I had a crush on her, but was straight and didn't want to lead her on.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 3 2007, 11:55 AM

I had 2 dreams today, the last one made me feel very upset.

The first dream, a co-worker who I have suspected has had a crush on me for awhile was declaring his love for me across the room. Then I yelled to him, "I'm with (name of my husband)! I love (husband)! I will be with him forever!"

Then the second dream was quite upsetting.

It began with me going to a hotel in L.A. for my husband's grandmother's death (which just happened a week or so ago in real life). But all my relatives were there (including some from my mom's side of the family that I never talk to). I sat down right beside my aunt Anne, and they were joking with my husband's grandfather, saying, "Die, why don't you?!" They were all laughing, including my husband's grandfather.

I felt strange at this gathering, and I wanted to go out and get some coffee or food or something. So I went to a cafe' that was really close and got a snack. Then I returned and everyone was still there, partying. I decided I would go to sleep, because I didn't want to be there, I just wanted to be at home with my husband. After my husband got up and went home because he had to work, I went wandering around the hotel. Then beside the hotel front desk, was James Marsters. He looked like he was so happy to see me. I was thrilled. He gave me a hug and looked at me like I was the most important person in the world. Alarmed that I felt this way and knowing that Spike is not real, I went, "Oh, my," and ran to another part of the building, intending fully on returning to Ann Arbor, Michigan, where I felt at home.

Then it was dark and in was morning, and people were getting some breakfast. I looked in the refrigerator and saw some doughnuts, which made me excited. I reached into the bag and there were 3 glazed doughnuts in the shape of faces and they were huge. I decided I would eat one anyway, and grabbed it out. Then the person in the kitchen with me said, "Sally always wants us to try her heads (the name of the doughnut I assumed), but they are really not that good." I bit into it and it just tasted like regular bread with a bit of sugar over top of it. Disappointed, I had to eat, so I kept munching on it while I went to my room to pack my stuff. My mother was very disappointed in me, because I was there to be visiting with my relatives, not to just leave.

So then I began to leave, afraid to walk through L.A., because of crime. As I was thinking about this and getting ready to take a bus home or something, I got into a conversation with these girls who looked like snotty high school beauty queens. We were having an okay conversation and they were very nice, until I said, "L.A. isn't as phony as I thought it would be." One of the most beautiful beauty queens got all pissed and snapped, "L.A. is a WONDERFUL city! It is SO much fun!!! How could you say that about L.A.?! It's great! Don't you think it's great?!" Then the girl next to her nodded and the prettiest beauty queen continued, directed at me, "And what's more, you're loud and obnoxious!!!" Hurt, I stormed off, then returned and yelled some nasty stuff to her. Then I woke up.

I have always not been able to predict how people see me when I talk, and many times I talk loud without realizing it, or I talk to softly. I'm always terrified of being judged negatively, particularly for how I talk. I felt very depressed when I woke up from that one.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 4 2007, 12:08 PM

I had another dream this morning having to do with rejection.

I was at my high school reunion (haven't been to one yet, missed all 3 on purpose). All the most popular girls were there and they gave me dirty looks every time I tried to go up and say hi. I forgot most of the dream, but I felt like everyone hated me and I was the worst person alive. I remember thinking, I'm NEVER going to a high school reunion.

Posted by: jsmith Jan 7 2007, 10:05 PM

Wow, are you still feeling guilty about not seeing your husbands grandmother that time? A lot of your dreams seem to be reflecting that.
I was so tired yesterday at work. So when I got home at four I went in my bedroom and died for 3 hours. I had 3 dreams, but only remember two.
In the first one I was sauntering through my house. My parents were there and my dad was holding a baby girl. I was like "OHMIGOD I finally have a sister!" A few moments later I remembered a conversation that I had with this guy IRL in which he asked me how many siblings I had. I told him I only had a brother. In my dream I thought "Hey, now I can tell him I have the sister I always wanted" then I thought..... wait.... she's always been there, I'd just forgotten...
But she was always a baby. She never grew.
The other one was kind of bizarre and creepy but funny. I was here in my house and all these other people were here too, locked up. Nobody could get in or out. I knew some of the people, others I didn't. And everybody in the house had an evil double who was trying to kill them. Some tried to do it violently, others were more sly. My double was particularly nasty because she could change her form, and she was being very clandestine. So, I had to watch out for EVERYONE in the house, as she could have shifted herself. Finally she openly attacked. At first she looked exactly like me, then she turned into a short heavy dude. I pulled the rug out from under her feet and she fell backward, like you see people do in movies. She jumped back up and her face turned into that of a pig, though her body was still that of a short fat guy. I grabbed a long piece of wood and got ready to swing at her - but she ran past me. So I went into the garage where other battles were ensuing, and she followed me. She still had the fat body and pig face. Here's the great part - I broke my piece of wood over her head. Heeeee!
The dream was kind of comical because everyone was kind of being light hearted about what they were gonna do:
"Hey (smiles), I'm going to kill you!"
"Hey, not if I kill you first! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Posted by: musicfit Jan 7 2007, 11:43 PM

LOL! About the people laughing about killing each other in your dream.

You might be right about the guilt thing, though I don't feel guilty on the surface. Hmmm...

Today after getting my meds for strep throat, I returned home and took a 2 or 3 hour nap. I had a very bizarre dream. I was at my friend's house (this particular friend doesn't have a very big house) but it was part her house and part 4-star hotel (ever since the counseling conference I went to in October which was in a 4-star hotel, that hotel keeps appearing in my dreams). Anyway, there was a lady who wore this little tiny green troll costume. She must have been a midget, because she was only 2 feet tall. Suddenly (as she was playing with my friend's children who were hers in the dream) she froze. I was wondering why she froze and then I looked out the window and saw that there was a car (one of those big, rusty Lincolns) pulling violently into the yard next door and then driving off very fast. I realized she must be hiding from someone and that she was using this disguise to do so.

Then in the next part of the dream, I went over to the 4-star hotel to get my stuff so I could go home. Only I couldn't find where my stuff was because the hotel was too damn big (like the one I really stayed at). My husband was already packed and ready to go and I had to get ready too, so I finally found my stuff, and my sister-in-law was packed, too. Then she said she would meet me on the other side of the parking garage. I said okay, but then I realized that I couldn't find the garage. I had no idea what she was talking about. So I panicked and when I finally found her, she chewed me out for being late because she was nice enough to wait for me (she wouldn't be that bitchy in real life, but in the dream she was angry at me). So then for some odd reason I ended up back in my friend's house again, walking up some wheelchair ramp that was way too steep for a wheelchair to go up (there weren't even any grips on it). When I finally slipped my way up there, I found the woman who was normally in the costume (she was much larger now) with long brown hair, tan and middle-aged. She was watching TV. I remember thinking, how sad, this is the only place she can go and not be in that costume. Then as I went downstairs, I was intercepted by a strange looking old man with greenish skin going up the ramp in his wheelchair. I wondered how he could possibly get up that ramp, then my cell phone woke me up.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 9 2007, 02:12 AM

Okay, I'm the queen of bizzaro dreams, lately.

Last night I dreamed that my uncle had given me one of his old private jets. It seemed so normal in the dream that I would just have inherited one of his jets (I never talk to this uncle in real life). My husband and I wanted to go to Maine, where my aunt Sue lives. I wanted to introduce him to her. We were going to fly over there in the private jet by ourselves. So I went into this weird basement with all these shelves and looked around for my plane. Then I remembered that I had it folded up somewhere on one of the shelves. I was looking and looking and finally I found a bundle that felt a bit like a wool blanket and was plain white. I thought, this can't be it, but I unrolled it and it was part of the plane. Then I was looking and looking for the other part of the plane. I finally found it, unrolled it and it was this big, ornate plane with several rooms with showers and different things encased in marble in fabulous colors. I was telling my hubby that there were several bunk beds and it was a very nice plane. Then I realized that the plane part of the plane was missing. So I went digging again since I knew my mother had used the plane to visit my aunt (her sister) in Maine before. I finally found that, and it was a canvas bag. I unfolded the canvas bag and out popped the plane part. The only problem was that it had rips in it. There was no way we were flying with rips in the outer part of the plane (which was made of canvas for some strange reason). I remembered my mother telling me that she had flown the plane with the rips in it, so I asked her and she said yes she did, but she didn't want me flying it in that condition. So I saw about getting it fixed. I asked about plane repair and the guy I was asking gave me a number to call. Then I asked if it would be cheaper to just get commercial airline tickets or to fix the plane, and the guy said it would be more cost-effective to just get the plane repaired and fly on our own. Then I set out to get the plane fixed, after rooting through my uncle and his families' stuff they had left in the plane and thought about how I would get it back to them. He had also bought a whol bag full of Maine t-shirts and never gave them to anyone, so I thought I would keep them and give them to people. Then during the car ride to get the plane fixed, I thought, oh, my god! I'm going to make my husband fly the plane because I'm too afraid to do it, but he has never had any training as a pilot! I was starting to get really scared, although I was excited. Then I thought, how did my mom ever fly? She never had any pilot training. Maybe her brother (my uncle) had taught her? Then I woke up, disappointed, wanting to go back to sleep and find out what would happen with the plane.

The funny thing is, yes my uncle does have a private jet and always has as long as I can remember. But they have always just been like big vans in the sky. Boring, brown bucket seats with a small back seat with a curtain with a little tiolet in it. Nothing special. There were never ornate rooms on it...planes don't have ornate rooms, even the commercial ones. Dreams are so interesting.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 16 2007, 01:43 PM

*bump*

Posted by: mouse Jan 17 2007, 12:05 PM

every time i dream about making out with someone i know in real life, it makes me get a crush on them. and it's usually someone i never thought about that way before. i dreamed about making out with one of my best guy friends the other night, and now i can't stop thinking about how cute he is. and i never thought so before. too bad he lives 3,000 miles away.

*pout*

Posted by: ginger_kitty Jan 19 2007, 02:43 PM

I had a dream last night that I went to get my hair done. And I told the guy, do what you want have fun with it. And I ended up having a mullet kind of like the one the mom from the Brady Brunch had, but the sides were shaved and the top was kind of mohawk-ish. When the stylist revealed it, I almost cried. So he fixed it, amazingly but it still wasn't great. Then the guy convinces me that I should let him dye it for me to make up for the mistake. And he ends up only dying my roots a maroon shade and leaving the rest of my hair redish brown with blonde streaks. It was awful....then he tells me I should get a makeover so some chick does my makeup, blue eye shadow, blush, and lipstick. I go to the bathroom to check it out and freak out, and spent the rest of the dream trying to get out of the salon, before anyone I know sees me.....

Posted by: edie52 Jan 25 2007, 06:31 AM

I had a dream that I was on a couch in the dark with a cute, boyish girl. We started making out, but when we went to her room I discovered she was a boy and was immediately turned off (I'm straight, FYI). He kept saying "Are you gonna give me a blowjob?" and I didn't want to but I didn't have the nerve to leave so I ordered breakfast in bed to stall. He sat there as I ate sausage and eggs in his bed.

I figure this has a lot to do with the fact that I'm unsure about my current romantic/sexual situation. Eggs and sausage are both loaded with connotations. There's also the fact that I thought the person was "someone else" before, and that I'm stalling but not leaving. Which is pretty much exactly what's going on IRL.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 25 2007, 10:56 AM

A couple of weeks ago I had the strangest dream that I have been meaning to put on here.

I dreamed that I had this yellow cylinder thing that was very tiny (probably about the size of my thumb). For some reason, a radio station was coming from it. It was a shock jock saying, "We have here a man who needs to get laid. Any girls who want to have sex should call this number." Then I looked into the cylinder and saw the guy who was kind of cute. Then I shrugged and thought, he's actually kind of cute. Then I looked into the cylinder again to get a better look and saw my husband, staring into the lens. He is so gorgeous, I thought. Then he took his shirt off and began stripping for me. I looked away and then looked back and he was still smiling into the camera and looking unflinchingly at me. He was taking his pants off and just before he took his underwear off I woke up. Damn.

Posted by: nickclick Jan 25 2007, 03:02 PM

i always wake up before the good part of my sex dreams!!!! grrrrrrrr! or i'll be ready for sex with whoever's starring that night, and we keep getting interrupted or can't find a place. i can't remember one dream where i've actually done it.

Posted by: musicfit Jan 30 2007, 10:21 PM

*bump*

Posted by: treehugger Feb 1 2007, 03:08 PM

QUOTE(edie52 @ Jan 25 2007, 06:48 AM)

Posted by: rudderlesschild Feb 1 2007, 03:48 PM

I keep having these really disturbing dreams in which I discover my fiance cheating on me. They all involve women I know - his ex, a mutual friend of ours that he had a crush on years ago before we met, etc.

I never actually catch him, I just hear it from his mom, or find a note or, in one case, a video (nothing explicit, just him talking about it to a friend while he films a guy snowboarding.

I wake up from these dreams shaking with anger and ready to rip his throat out. When he's here with me, I have to remind myself that it was a dream before I wake him up in a hail of gut-punches. Right now he's underway with our ship and I'm on shore duty, so at least I'm in no danger of throttling him over a figment of my imagination.

I don't get it. I am not even remotely a jealous person. Even hard proof of him messing around in real life would not incite me to the violence I feel compelled to commit upon awakening from one of these dreams.

Posted by: edie52 Feb 2 2007, 08:36 AM

I've had a few more lesbian dreams in the past few weeks- in one, I'm walking through a supermarket with my friend, and I ask her to put her arms around me. She hugs me from behind and we continue walking, and then she presses herself up against me and starts caressing my breasts. I get extremely turned on, then wake up.

The other one was a lucid dream! I've never really had one before- I've realized I was dreaming, but in the past I've always been to scared to do anything, and would usually wake up. In this one I decided to try flying (I've never flown in a dream either). It wasn't easy (it started on the ground, because I was in a field, and I had to pull myself up in the air, it felt like swimming), but it was fun. Then I felt like having sex with girls. I found myself making out with one of my friends, and then another. Then I woke up from the dream into another dream, and told my Mom that I had a lucid dream, and then discovered that my clothes were half off.

The thing is, I've had (limited) experiences with girls, and while they were enjoyable I never felt the intensity that I've felt so often with men. Still, it's been years since I've even kissed a girl, that would be nice.

Posted by: wombat Feb 2 2007, 12:58 PM

Heh! I've had some great sex dreams, and even come in them, but not often, it's more the anticipation and atmosphere kind of thing.

And most of my dreams are not sexual.

Last night I dreamed that I tied an American flag to a stick and led a bunch of people down the street.

IRL, my grandfather carried the American flag in every Fourth of July parade -- he was a World War I vet.

Posted by: musicfit Feb 2 2007, 01:47 PM

Edie, I have heard that when you dream of sex, sometimes it doesn't really mean sex, it just means you wish to be closer to a person or persons. Because you said you haven't felt intensity in sexual experiences with women in real life, I wonder. Are you having difficulty finding close female friends, or feel like a friendship or friendships with women are in jeopardy?

Posted by: treehugger Feb 3 2007, 08:33 AM

So what's up with the dreams where you're trying to get somewhere or do something, (in my case, it is usually that i'm in school, like college,and i realize that i've forgotten that i was enrolled in a class) like, halfway through the semester?

anybody else have dreams like this? what do they mean?

Posted by: musicfit Feb 3 2007, 11:16 AM

I have had several of those dreams. They are very common dreams to have after graduating from college. I hate those dreams! But it's good to wake up and realize that it was only a dream.

Posted by: jsmith Feb 4 2007, 10:35 PM

Last night I dreamt that I was with a bunch of friends and there was this crazed flying reptile soaring around, picking up people at random, hauling them off high into the sky, and then DROPPING them, just to be a jerk. Skipping ahead to the middle of the dream, my friends and I were standing outside an abandoned warehouse. Someone opened the big doors and the bastard came flying out. Someone else yelled "Why the hell did you do that? Now that thing's going to go off and kill MORE people!!"
I thought for a moment, then asked nobody in particular: "Why didn't it kill one of us? I mean it went right by us!" One of my friends answered "because we're soused." "Oh," I thought. "That makes sense."

Posted by: musicfit Feb 5 2007, 02:44 PM

Crazed flying reptile, yikes! That sounds like a creepy dream. Your description of it made me laugh, though. "He was being a jerk." Lol.

Posted by: jsmith Feb 5 2007, 09:55 PM

Yeah, it was pretty creepy while I was having the dream, but just thinking about it now, it's pretty funny!
I had one last night that I don't know what to make of.
Okay, there's this guy I work with. He confuses the hell out of me: He'll flirt mercilessly when we're working together, but I won't hear anything from him for the rest of the week. He says things that makes me think he's drawn to me. BUT, he is so obscure sometimes, that I can't come to any conclusions.
On to the dream:
I came in to work, and he walked out of the bar (I work in a restaurant). He asked me to follow him back in, that he had something to show me. I followed him, and he lead me to a table. On the table was..... a baby carrier....
"We have a kid" he said. I was thinking "He's nuts". Apparently he could tell what I was thinking, and he said "I'm serious." The baby carrier had been facing away from me, so he turned it around. There indeed was a baby. She looked like both of us. No doubt about it, she was my daughter. I was confused though, I always figured that the mother was the first to know when there was going to be a kid. But she just came out of nowhere...
Next thing I knew I was across town, in some apartment. I have no idea who's it was. But I kept thinking about HIM, and my (our) baby. He had her with him and I felt that I should probably go to them. Then I woke up.

Posted by: musicfit Feb 6 2007, 10:27 PM

Omg, I hate guys like that. I remember meeting a guy at work who was just flirting with me like crazy. MAN he was hot. But he had a girlfriend that he didn't really like much. So I thought I had a chance, but no. Not that I'm saying that's the same story with your guy. It just reminded me of that.

I had a dream about Joss Whedan. I think I was at a Buffy con or something. I remember shaming myself in the dream for being obsessed with Joss and his works of art. I think I met some of the actors on the show, but then I don't remember the rest of the dream very clearly.

Posted by: jsmith Feb 7 2007, 12:09 PM

Yeah, this guy is pretty damn hot. And you know, it takes quite a lot to turn my head. He doesn't have a gf, and I've heard him say that he's.. abstaining. Don't know whether or not to believe that, but there ya go. Maybe he's virtuous.
Last night's most prominent dream was actually kind of funny, if in a sadistic kind of way. I was at a park and there was this group of people playing with a frisbee. One person randomly threw it to me, but it soared past me and landed in a huge shrub. I went into the shrub to retrieve the frisbee. I very quickly learned that there was a nest of yellow jackets in the bush...
Needless to say I got the hell out of it, but not before I was stung MULTIPLE times. I was yelling at the person closest to me to spray me with wasp repellent, lol, because they just wouldn't let up.
The dream skipped forward probably a span of half an hour, and I was indoors with the people who had been playing with the frisbee. My innumerable wasp stings had lessened to just a few on my arms and back. There was a girl next to me COVERED in stings: all the stings I had sustained in the wasp attack had appeared on her. Poor thing... She was pretty upset and kept saying "it hurts..." I tried to stifle my laughter, and thought "I'll bet it does."

Posted by: musicfit Feb 7 2007, 12:25 PM

Wow. It sounds like you might be feeling like you are hurting someone else by something you are doing?

About the guy, maybe he was hurt badly in his last relationship and wants to take things slow with meeting women. Just an idea since I don't know this person.

Posted by: ginger_kitty Feb 7 2007, 03:56 PM

I had a dream that my nephews were moving far away. In the dream I was really upset about them not being just an hour away, and they seemed kind of indifferent about the distance. They were also about seven years younger than they really are, in the dream. I kept hugging them and trying to make plans to visit, but they kept shrugging me off....like sure whatever. It all seemed very real, and I woke up very upset.

I am wondering if I feel guilty about not hanging out with them very much over since I got married? The time frame is right. I helped raised them, since my sister was a single mother going to college, until they were about 7 and 8. I graduated and headed off to college myself.

Posted by: treehugger Feb 10 2007, 11:50 AM

gah. I had a really wierd one last night. I dreamt that alton brown was flirting with me, in sort of an innocent way...

*before i go further i should explain that i'm in a committed relationship, of course NOT with alton brown.

anyway, he's flirting with me, and my guy is there too, and i sort of get telepathically that my guy's like, "cool, ms. tree is gonna be famous>"

so then seque to the next scene where i'm in a room with alton brown and i discover he's really big into domination/submission so i'm tied up and naked from the waist up and he's asking me trivia questions and writing down the answers.

then my guy and a bunch of my friends walk into the room, and i'm thinking, holy shit, i'm in trouble now! and i think my guy's going to be really mad, but he says, "oh, lookie what we have here"...and my friend (who happens to be male) is leering at my breasts. But Alton Brown has forbidden me to move, so I don't. he then tells my guy, "I have a gift for you"...and hands him the paper with my answers to the trivia questions.

Weird.

And I don't even WATCH good eats.....

Posted by: musicfit Feb 11 2007, 10:53 PM

Speaking of sex dreams, I had a great one about a week ago.

It was about James Marsters (he plays Spike on Buffy the vampire slayer).

I was in a room and it was wallpapered with James Marsters pictures. I was so embarrassed, because I'm 31 and I was acting like I was 13 (back when I was obsessed with The New Kids. Interesting that 13 is the reverse of 31). I then saw a cut out photo of James's head that had a lip print on it and I remember it was because I kissed it. I was so embarrassed, then James himself walked into my bedroom. I was feeling humiliated. I thought, Omg, what am I doing with all this paraphernalia, I'm too old.

Then suddenly there were other women on the bed making out with James. He invited me to join in and kissed me. But I was the only one he gave oral sex to. I was just getting wetter and wetter and then we had intercourse. I was so turned on it was unbelievable.

Then I got up and was looking for my husband, worried that he was going to leave me. There was a lot of guilt for what I had done. Then I had an orgasm in my sleep and woke up.

I should mention that the day before the dream I was looking at photos of James Marsters in a Buffy group I'm in and he was sticking his tongue out in several of them. I was feeling turned on. Then I asked someone in the group why he always sticks his tongue out. The person that replied has met him twice and said he is a natural flirt. So I'm pretty sure that's why I had the dream. Lol.

Posted by: musicfit Feb 13 2007, 09:52 AM

Today I had a dream of a dream.

I dreamed that I dreamed that I was having my brother's baby. I was horrified in the dream. I was thinking, why doesn't the baby have all sorts of grotesque deformities? It's perfect! I was so scared. Then in my dream I realized that the thing about my brother was a dream (thank the gods).

Posted by: jsmith Feb 15 2007, 04:30 PM

Had a very wierd one last night!
It was Christmas, and all the houses were decorated, as one might expect. I was at the house across the street with my parents. My dad started acting strange.. then my mom started acting strange, like something was summoning her back to our house. Both my mom and dad made their way back our house, and suddenly the house we'd been in started destroying itself. At least that was the impression I had at first. I got out of the house as quick as I could, and the destruction kind of followed me. Then I started feeling as if it was some conscious force doing it. Not one that was or ever had been human, but conscious nonetheless. I followed my parents (who, incidentally, looked nothing like they do in real life: dad was very thin, and mom was tall, and she had a short blond bob) back to our house, where the destruction went on for a few moments, but suddenly stopped. I still felt that something was there, and my parents still weren't acting right. They seemed to be in a trance. So I walked out to the garage where a friend of mine (dream friend, not real life) had parked her car. I got in the car, and told her we'd better get the hell away from here, maybe go to other towns and see if anything bizarre was happening elsewhere. I should add that this friend didn't seem substantial: she seemed featureless, and at times literally transparent. She pulled out of the garage, into the alley, and turned onto the 'main' boulevard that my street intersects with.
As we drove, I saw that several houses had been destroyed. But they'd been destroyed in a really wierd way. The roofs had been torn off and the walls knocked down, but the furniture and christmas trees were all untouched, and arranged just as the houses' occupants had put them.
As I sat in the passenger seat wondering if other cities had any of this going on, I saw the faint outline (it was night) of an suv heading toward us. It switched right into our lane, and I was afraid of a head-on collision so I told my friend to turn right into one of the neighborhoods. The suv followed us through many turns, and finally left us alone. It passed us, and I saw that it was a cop. I told my friend to follow him, and he stopped. We got out of the car and headed towards the suv, but stopped when we saw a group of people, some of them children, running at us. They were clearly crazy, and we ran back to my friend's car. Then I woke up.

Posted by: auralpoison Feb 15 2007, 06:39 PM

Mine are always weird & don't usually know why. I had one the other night, though that reminded me that I'm stressing about my mom & her BF that I hate. He buys her BS & butted his big, ugly nose in where it didn't belong cos he doesn't really know why I no longer speak to her. He's too stupid to know what was what.

I was still living at home with my 'rents. My dad was still alive even though he's been dead for six years. My mom's BF brought some people over & I was sulking. For some reason one of them was Peyton Manning(!?!) Manning is telling football stories & generally being cool. They're all hanging out when my dad shows up with the crazy lady that kinda stalked him when he was still alive & for some reason she had a skanky, skanky son. In life, she had two skanky, skanky daughters. Anyway, they're all hanging out smoking pot & decided to go to the pub for last call. My dad & Peyton Manning tried to get me to come with cos Peyton thought I was cool & wanted to talk to me. I still begged off. I went into what was "my room," but it was nothing like my real room (I think this is because my mom turned my childhood room into a bedroom for her BF's twenty-something son & trashed all my stuff.) because it had a trap door in the closet. I put on my headphones & listened to sulky music until the trapdoor started to jiggle & skanky son stuck his head in. I went nuts on him. Apparently after they dropped Peyton off, they were too drunk to figure out how to get the doors open & came in through the basement instead. I talked to skanky for a bit, decided he wasn't so bad, & told him I'd unlock & let them in the regular way. That's when I woke up.

Posted by: musicfit Feb 22 2007, 07:34 PM

*bump*

Posted by: musicfit Mar 1 2007, 05:41 PM

The other night, I dreamed that Ani Difranco was trying to have a baby and needed her fans to keep the fertilized eggs safe. I was one of the fans who was chosen to do it. I was honored. I told my family about it and they balked, saying, "Gross!" Then I thought yeah, I guess that would be gross, but I refused to think about it and instead placed the fertilized eggs (future Ani babies) in their flower pots filled with dirt. Than I woke up. Now just what do you make of that?

Posted by: jsmith Mar 1 2007, 06:26 PM

Oy, musicfit, that reminds me of an unsettling dream I had a while back:
I was in Florida at my aunt and uncle's house. They had to go out and do something, and left their daughter with me. They have two daughters in real life, but in the dream they only had the one. But here's the creepy part: she was a fetus . About the size of the end of my little finger. Unfortunately, after a little while I dropped her and she died. I felt terrible.
And music, funny enough, it seems like there was a potted plant somewhere in the dream. I think I knocked it over...

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Mar 1 2007, 09:01 PM

Sorry for the long post but I really must share this because I can't stop thinking about it.

I had this crazy dream the other night of my grandfather who died over two years ago. We were really close. Mr. Pugs and I were sitting out front of our house. However, it wasn’t our real house as in the house we own in real life. It was a house that is down the street from my grandfather’s old house. We were sitting out front on folding lawn chairs and we were either having a yard sale or getting ready to have friends over for a party. It was autumn because there were dried leaves on the ground and the air was brisk. We were chatting and I told Mr. Pugs that I was cold. I could see my grandfather’s house from where I was sitting. I could also see his entire backyard. My grandfather’s neighbor’s house on the right was gone and my grandfather’s backyard extended the entire length of his yard and his neighbors yard. After I leaned over and told Mr. Pugs I was cold I saw my grandfather walk out his backdoor and start walking around his backyard. He might have had his old dog Samantha with him, who is also deceased. He started to pick up sticks that were on the ground. After he had a bundle he then walked down the street to where we were and placed them in a pile in front of me on the lawn. He then proceeded to pull a lighter out of his pocket and lit the pile on fire.

He said, “This should keep you warm.”

I was instantly sitting in my grandfather’s kitchen. We were sitting together at the table and we were eating macaroni and cheese that he had made for me. There was a disposable silver aluminum container between us and each of us had our own plate that we were eating from. He looked like something was wrong and I remember thinking to myself that he looked sad or worried. I knew I was dreaming and thought that maybe he had something that he wanted to tell me although he wasn’t speaking.

I asked him, “Grandpop are you ok?”

He said, “I’m fine.”

I said, “Are you lonely?”

He said, “Sometimes.”

I asked, “Where’s grandmom?”

He shrugged his shoulders as if he wasn’t concerned and said, “I don’t know.”

He looked up from his plate right into my eyes and then I woke up.

The weird thing is that no one really liked my grandmother when she was alive because she was the meanest woman on the planet. In all honesty I don’t think my grandfather even “liked” her that much. She died nine months before him. I mean of course he loved her but she was a real bitch. This dream makes me think that they aren’t together in heaven. Better for him really. I dream crazy shit all the time but this was the first time I really communicated with a person when I knew I was dreaming and whom I knew to be dead. It’s been on my mind ever since and this was a dream I had Tuesday night. I think I might go visit their graves this weekend. I feel like something is telling me to do that. Is this crazy or what?

Posted by: musicfit Mar 1 2007, 09:36 PM

Pugs, that's not crazy, that's amazing. I think the spirit world is communicating with you and telling you something. Just go with it.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Mar 3 2007, 07:23 AM

It has been the week for wacked dreams let me tell you.

Here is the one I had last night.

Mr. Pug and I and all of our friends went to dinner at a restaurant. Everyone was supposed to split the tab evenly. After we ate someone handed me the money to go pay at the front counter. Everyone else left except Mr. Pug, my close friend Laura and me. When we got to the desk the waiter told me I was twenty dollars short and no tip. I remember the numbers on the slip being 10.00 short and .99 tip added. I was upset and voiced it to Mr. Pug and I pulled a twenty out of my wallet and added it to the wad of cash. No one really said anything but I was pissed and in my mind was accusing Jay and Joanna this very irresponsible couple we are friends with.

Next we were at some house. It wasn’t my house in the dream. It might have been Aunt Linda’s house but it wasn’t her house in real life. We were celebrating my mom’s birthday. I was trying to make this weird cake. I had to use a towel to make the textured top on it. I was putting it flat on the table and rolling the sides in clockwise and then pouring batter on top of it to bake it. This could never be done in real life by the way. There was a huge plate of cheese, pepperoni, crackers and some kind of dipping sauce. Everything looked soggy like it got wet and then sat in the fridge for a few days. My cousin Chris (who is an alcoholic IRL) came out from wherever he was and I remember him stumbling real bad because he was so drunk. I remember saying to myself maybe he’s not drunk but just woke up from a nap since it was around 2 a.m. in the morning. He put a pile of this cheese, pepperoni crap on two pieces of white bread and left the room with it falling apart in his hand. Mom and Dad were sitting opposite each other one in each corner of the kitchen while I was standing at the counter trying to put the cake together with Laura. Aunt Linda was rushing around which is why I think the house was hers and that she was throwing the party. Mom and Dad were both drunk and mom’s antidepressant medication was effected. She was laughing so loud and obnoxiously. Mr. Pug was not in the room but was near by. My grandmother was sitting near by talking about “all her cars”??? She only has one IRL so that made no sense. She had this look in her eyes like she was hypnotized. She was just rambling and mumbling. I remember complaining to myself that I still had to drive her home to the beach (she doesn’t live at the beach anymore IRL) even after this party and I was already very tired.

Suddenly Mom made a nasty comment about the cake I was making. I said something back then she said something smart again and we kept at this for a few minutes. I remember saying to myself, “Sheena, she’s drunk and it’s her birthday so just ignore her.” Then she said, “You should see how everyone laughs at how stupid you look walking around in that huge pink nightgown you wear all the time.” That one really hurt so I turned on my heel to respond and I saw Mr. Pug in the doorway with his hands on his hips. He looked at me and sort of mentally said to me without actually speaking, “Are you ready to let them go now?” I turned to my parents and declared that I hated them and that they hurt me so much over the years. I told them I never wanted to see or speak to them again. My dad just started telling me what a terrible child I was and how spoiled I am. I picked up the towel with the batter and threw it on the floor announcing that I was leaving and that someone else would have to take grand mom home. I started walking from the room and mom started following me. She was still laughing and hurling curses at me. Mr. Pug, Laura and I were dodging her and maneuvering through the house to avoid her and get to the car to leave. I had an apron on and chocolate cake batter all over me. We got to the car and got inside. Everyone from the party was surrounding the car and banging on the windows. I was crying and covering my ears and shutting my eyes. Mr. Pug started the car and slowly pulled away as to not hit anyone who was attacking the car. Then I woke up. When I woke up I was very upset and even a little shaky.

Posted by: crinoline Mar 5 2007, 07:52 AM

I've had some pretty bad nightmares, but last night was such a strange conglomeration of anxiety, I wanted to write it out and get it out of my head, so here goes...

I started out walking along an extremely crowded beach, bumping shoulders constantly, like a concert crowd, but there was no music. I didn't notice any of the people and I had a distinct sense of purpose, as if I had somewhere to go. I bumped into one unfamiliar girl who turned around and hugged me. She turned out to be the girl I had been best friends with in high school. We had had an extraordinarily close relationship, but she "broke up" with me the summer before college. We started out having a pleasant, catching up conversation. I began to notice that she looked different, taller, very thin, and she was wearing a bikini top with shorts (which she would never have done, we were both bulimic throughout high school). She began to give me a series of back-handed compliments, ending with the comment that I was so brave to be exposing my fat in front of so many people. I suddenly became very conscious of my beach attire, the same as hers, except my body was my own, which I have distorted to appear bulgy and ugly. I made my goodbyes and fled, as she turned to her friends and they laughed at me. I ended up in a huge winding line for the public restroom, where I actually neede to urinate, but every other woman needed a stall to change clothes in. A man my father's age showed up and escorted me to the front of the line, assuring me that he was "the mayor". All of the women in line began whispering behind my back that I was probably sleeping with him. Once I got to the stalls, every single toilet was covered in sickly dark urine, I entered to cleanest stall, but the women began talking so loudly I rushed out, to all of their laughter (yeah it does seem to repeat itself).
Somehow, I got a ride home to my parents house. The next morning I received a package. It was badly wrapped in brown paper with splotchy writing and no return address, so I brought it to my father in my parent's room to ask if I should open it. He took it from me and opened the package, which released a horrible flood of venomous insects, snakes and bizarre lizards, all of which began climbing the walls of their bedroom. My mother screamed and fled, but my father was very calm, he told me to find out who had sent it. I had the sense that I had recieved a similar package before. At first I believed it was from my old friend, but the paper had several symbols on it, and the words "Never on Sunday". I was stumped.
The next morning I got in a car with some friends and an unfamiliar, dark haired girl. (I have very blonde hair-this is relevant later) We drove along into the night and as we approached one particular stoplight the girl began staring at me with such intense burning hatred in her eyes that I told my friends to stop the car, they ignored me, and as we hit the stoplight the car exploded as though there had been a car bomb, and as everything went black, I heard maniacal laughter and saw the girl's burning eyes.


Actually, I have to go to class, I'll probably come back and continue later

Posted by: crinoline Mar 5 2007, 11:49 AM

Okay, quick continuation:

I awoke from the bombing to find myself in an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house. Very nicely decorated, a little lavish, typical of upper middle class homes I've been in. The dark haired girl was pacing the floor in front of the bed. When she saw that I was awake, she became very excited and asked me if I had received her package. I asked her what it meant, and she told me that I knew, and that I was only toying with her. I began to feel very imprisoned and wary of my surroundings. Her eyes got that intense burning look again as she exclaimed that we were twins and that I had purposefully abandoned her. Now, I was aware of the facts, but did not point them out, that we looked nothing alike, and I was not even sure if we were the same age, she seemed young.
Anyway, the dream ended with my meeting her parents in the house, very well-to-do and completely uninterested in either the girl or my presence. I woke to my alarm with an intense feeling of apprehension.

And there you have it. Certainly not the worst nightmare I've had, definitely not the most violent. But it left me feeling uneasy.

Posted by: musicfit Mar 9 2007, 12:58 PM

Wow. That dream is rich with imagery. So interesting and I think it would have left me feeling uneasy, too!

Posted by: ginger_kitty Mar 9 2007, 01:47 PM

crinoline, what an interesting dream!

I had a dream that I was a speech writer for Al Gore. In the dream he was very flirtatious, and we ending up having a pretty hot affair. *blushes* I figured we would keep things on the downlow, however after our first encounter, he came right up at the office and passionately kissed me. As it progressed I started noticing he was very charming to all the women we worked with and I felt a tad less excited and special. Then he asked me to write kind of an unethical speech, and I started really questioning his character. Right before I woke up, one of the other writers on the team was just about to dish about him.

I am such a wierdo.

Posted by: musicfit Mar 12 2007, 01:34 PM

Here is a very strange...but short and sweet dream I had last night.

I dreamed I was in charge of taking care of a leopard and a turtle. I watched them like a hawk, thinking they were really cute (for some reason, the leopard was a sweet as a little kitten) and worried about them constantly. One day, I left the house. When I returned, I found that both animals had died because I had neglected to feed them. Then I thought, that's right! Feeding them! Why didn't I think of that. Then my mom snapped at me and said, "You should have taken better care of them, now you've starved them!" I was very upset in the dream, especially since I found that my taking care of the leopard and the turtle was essential to my completing the counseling program. I was promptly removed from the program when they found that I neglected to feed the 2 animals.

A lot of metaphor there.

Posted by: musicfit Mar 23 2007, 10:16 AM

I had a strange one today.

The first part with me trying to find some shirts for my cousins that I haven't seen in years to wear. I was rooting through all the clothing, found something I thought the older one would like to wear, he rejected it, I kept on looking. But sooner or later...

I was at some kind of a carnival. My husband told me that I should go on the dragon ride with him. I said, that looks like a little kids' ride. He said, "No, look! Adults are riding it!" I looked up and sure enough, there were 2 adults walking out of the ride. Then I sighed and said, "Okay, we can go on that ride." Then for some reason we ended up in front of this fuzzy yellow ride (it had actual fake feathers on it) like chicks. Then my husband said, "Come on!" Then I went onto the fuzzy baby chick ride with him and he turned a corner. I went down the corner I thought he went down, but ended up in a completely different part of the ride, the control panel. There were carnies that were about college-aged working there and as I tried to get up to find my husband, the ride started and it was shaking too hard, so I had to lie down and grab a big piece of metal. I was disappointed that I couldn't ride in the fuzzy yellow car with my sweetie. When I ride stopped, I got off the ride, then my husband came out and asked where I had been. I looked down and one of my shoes was missing. I said, oh, shit. I just lost one of my shoes, we'll have to go back onto the ride to see if I can find it. I couldn't find it anywhere, even on the ride. Then I woke up feeling very inadequate.

Posted by: jsmith Mar 23 2007, 03:27 PM

The other night I dreamt that I was standing at my bedroom window looking outside. It was nighttime, so naturally I couldn't see too much. Out of nowhere this sheriff's car drives onto my lawn. It took me a minute to realize, "Hey, this clown is parking on my lawn!" I was about to walk away from the window and go outside to tell this sheriff to get the hell off my lawn, when I saw something heartbreaking by the curb (but still on the lawn) by the glow of the car headlights: it was my brother's dog Stitch, just laying there, covered in blood. I felt my lungs and heart seizing up and I was about to start bawling, and I ran outside to see just how bad he was hurt. When I got outside, the sheriff had gotten out of her car and was giving Stitch a bewildered look. I was about to start in on her because I thought she had hit him in her car, but when I looked down at him he was sitting on his haunches, wagging his tail, panting, and was grinning (yes, he does have this peculiar grin IRL). But he was still covered in blood. Then my great-grandmother's dog, Nicky, came running up. He was also soaked with blood. The sheriff and I examined both of them, and found that neither of them were injured, so the blood couldn't have been their's. Then I started to get really worried about my cat Mojo, and maybe something bad had happened to him and the dogs got covered in his blood. But a moment later he came running up the walkway, meowing.
So, we never figured out why the dogs were bloodied, so I took them back into the house. My brother appeared in the doorway, wondering where Stitch was. I pointed to him, and my brother's face broke into this heartwrenching look of despair. I assured him he was fine, that the blood wasn't his.
It really made an impression on me, even though the dogs ended up being okay. I get really upset in dreams where an animal gets hurt, I won't watch movies/tv shows where animals are hurt. It just breaks my ittle heart
And I still wonder where the blood came from.

Posted by: musicfit Mar 30 2007, 11:27 AM

A night or so ago, I had a strange dream about my little sister.

We were on this beach vacation. I forgot who else was with us, but when I was down on the beach, I lost my llittle sister. She seemed to have wandered off somewhere. I panicked and started searching for her. I was so terrified that she had been kidnapped or something. I walked up and down big hills, past other people, and finally to a restaurant. I went into the restaurant and there was a table with someone's stuff on it. It looked like my sister's stuff. I was terrified, I thought for sure she'd been kidnapped. So I went into the bathroom to see if she was in there and she was.

There was much more to the dream that I wish I could remember, but that's all I can remember now.

Posted by: pollystyrene Mar 30 2007, 12:52 PM

I had a dream that my grandfather was diagnosed with cancer and had a month to live last night. I woke up totally freaked out. I'm assuming it just means it's something I'm worried about (he's in pretty good shape for 76, but the worry's always there.)

Posted by: musicfit Apr 15 2007, 09:50 PM

bump

Posted by: musicfit May 7 2007, 10:30 PM

Bump

Posted by: Arcadia May 8 2007, 09:38 AM

The night before last I dreamed that I was the planner for Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell's wedding.

I woke up thinking, "What the hell was that?!"

Posted by: shinyx3 May 8 2007, 10:22 AM

ok, so lately, like with in the last 3 months, i have been having extreemly vivid dreams. most of them i do not feel have special meaning but it is pretty much like sleeping i a theater. i am 6 mo preggers and figure this has everything to do with it. most of the dreams are mildly commical an pleasent and most have somthing to do with sex even if it is matter of fact sex and not truely sexy.

two nights ago i dreamed i was flying a plane. i was in the pilot seat and there was a man i do not know as the co-pilot. i do not think i knew him in the dream either. there was not a door between the cocpit and the rest of the passengers. anyway, we decided to land the plane in my childhood town, but not at the airport, on the main street instead. this all went fine lik eit was totally normal, but then when i wanted to take off again, i couldn't because of all the red light i had to keep slowing ans stopping for, so i was not able to get up enough speed to get off the ground. i was getting more and more frusterated about this so the copilot said "ok, i'll do this, you just sit here on my lap facing me ans we will have sex. (very matter of fact like and this seemed perfectly reasonable to me) so, there i am astride this copilot i do not know with no barrior between us and the passengers (who are commenting but not the least bit suprised or upset) getting it on in a very non-sexual sort of sex way. then suddenly i realize that this feels really good and i am getting into it and as i orgasm the i am in complete awe. the copilot says, "there, no more stress, see" and i wake up feeling all post orgasmic.

Posted by: musicfit May 8 2007, 10:55 PM

Shinyx3, that's very metaphorical. Have you been having trouble reaching orgasm lately? It seems to be a metaphor for that. Do you think?

This is a strange, but gross dream I had a few weeks ago.

One of my ex-clients had regurgitated some marinated artichoke hearts. She regurgitated them onto my bed. Then my sister came and ate the regurgitated artichoke hearts. Then she regurgitated them back out and I grew a cucumber with the regurgitation. The cucumber stunk something awful and I kept meaning to get rid of it, but didn't. Then someone tried to eat the cucumber and I stopped her before she even touched it, threw it in the garbage disposal and chopped it up. I was relieved to finally get rid of the nasty cucumber.

Yesterday I had 2 dreams.

The first dream had me in a funeral parlor. The corpse was creating a stench and the other people told me to cover my nose and mouth before I could smell it. So I never did. But as we were walking out, I caught a glimpse of the corpse's hands (folded in the traditional burial way) and it was of an old, old lady who had died of old age.

The second dream had me in my high school auditorium getting ready to perform a lead part in a play. I had to memorize my lines and I only had an hour to do so. Things kept coming up that kept me from remembering my lines. The lines were 7 pages long and I had an absolutely crucial part in the play. I had to go out there, whether I ended up memorizing my lines or not. I was walking around and I saw my orchestra teacher from high school. Then I got back to the back room in front of a mirror and thought, well, I have a half an hour to memorize my lines. But then I looked up at the clock, and I only had 10 minutes left to learn 7 pages of lines. I was terrified. I kept frantically looking through the pages wondering how I ever thought I could be an actor and then I woke up.

Posted by: shinyx3 May 8 2007, 11:21 PM

i would not say i have had trouble reaching orgasm but it does take me longer than pre pregnancy. i do not have as much intrest in sex right now though. i would often rather give my hubby a bj rather than have intercourse. he is very good and understanding and non-pushy and i am greatful for that. i wondered if it had something to do with my significantly lower sex drive.

Posted by: jsmith May 9 2007, 07:25 PM

I'm in the middle of finals right now.
Last night I dreamt that I had to take a final for an english class that I neglected to attend since the beginning of the semester.
Then I had this other final. I don't know what course it was, maybe history/government/something comparable, and for the final we were paired off, and had to sword fight each other. I was paired with the tall muscular white guy from "Gladiator", and was just fretting about it. I was so worried that I would hurt him (I was quite confident in my sword-fighting skills), and that I would end up destroying my brothers' sword (the one I took without his knowing). In the dream I got as far as walking to the arena where we were supposed to take our "exam", but woke up before I got to do any fighting.

Posted by: shinyx3 May 9 2007, 09:20 PM

j - i just finished my last final. stress level is sooo much better. i think stress makes for strange dreams.

Posted by: jsmith May 10 2007, 02:40 PM

I finished mine, too. This morning at ten. It was nerve wracking (precalculus)... but I'm so relieved it's all over! Until next semester..

Posted by: DaisyJane May 10 2007, 03:02 PM

Ok I just have to say this first. I was really tired today at work so I went to go pee and FELL ASLEEP ON THE TOILET!! At work!!

So anyway, if anyone does any dream interpreting let me know.

I was living in England in my dream. Like in a hostel dorm kind of place. I got all crazy and hyper and decided I needed to run away from it. So I grabbed two huge sparkletts water jugs and started running down the street.
I am running down the sidewalk and I stop and look to my left and there are two ravens mating. I watch for a minute and keep running and finmd a male friend of mine who calms me down and we take a stroll together.

I dont remember anything else. But I am really curious about the ravens mating thing. It seems very foreboding and HAS to mean something, right?

Posted by: zizola May 16 2007, 04:40 AM

The other night I dreamed that my friend's mom was eating a deformed human baby that had six legs. The baby was on a silver platter and she was cutting slices off of its feet. To make it even more disturbing, the baby was still alive making googoo sounds but would start crying whenever it was cut into.

A more pleasant dream that I had recently involved my living in a castle and looking outside a turret window to see a giant peanut zooming through the air

Posted by: shinyx3 May 16 2007, 06:54 AM

yesterday a friend of mine told me about a dream he had that i was in. we were at this funky 70s style roller rink and we were speed skating around the outside of the rink racing each other. he said we were really competative and he won but then i was pointing out that he cheated and the judges agree with me that he cheated with an error code so they gave me the prize and declared me the winner. i was all gloating and telling him he was a loser and cheater and all bad sportsmanshipish. this whole dream struck me as pretty funny because IRL he is extreemly athletic (he is a martial arts instructor) and I am extreemly not but i am competitive in other ways. we have never had anything to compete about between us though.

Posted by: Amber80 May 16 2007, 07:29 AM

Wow, to zizola's creepy dream! And here I thought my dream about kittens with missing limbs was disturbing. Well, I mean, it WAS disturbing, but less so than cutting slices off a baby. Ew. At least the limbless kittens looked mostly happy. I think in the dream someone at a shelter or something like that was trying to get people to adopt all these kittens with missing legs. It was one of those dreams where you wake up thinking, "Where the f*** did that one come from?!?"

Posted by: treehugger May 18 2007, 06:44 AM

Wow, zizola, that is creepy! I had a dream once that my cat was in a tree and crying and I knew the world would go into an apocalypse if I didn't kill it and dismember it....so very creepy.

Okay, who's thinking about weird work and troubleshooting, even though she's off work?

I had a dream that I was at work and somebody gave me a theoretical brainteaser question: if you had a string of three or four lights wired in parallel, and one's missing, is it possible to figure out the wattage of each individual lightbulb?

I couldn't figure it out in the dream...in real life it's pretty easy. heh.

I really have to cut it out with the technical crap.

Posted by: jsmith May 19 2007, 09:34 PM

I had a really sad one the other night.
I was walking about in front of the first jr high that I went to, only it was completely intact (IRL, some delinquents set it on fire and it's all charred). I had two beings with me: my grandmothers boston terrier, and some other entity, don't know what exactly it was. I was walking much faster than the dog and the unknown being. I stopped so they could catch up, and when I turned around I saw that the dog, Sissy, was just dragging herself along. That she was dying became very obvious, but it was the most disturbing, heart wrenching way I can imagine. And totally impossible and unheard of, luckily. Like I said, she was dragging herself along by her front paws. What was so disturbing was that she was *deflating*. We've all seen cartoons where some character is blown up like a balloon, popped, and then they deflate. But this was sooo far from being funny. As she was deflating, she was also shrinking. And she looked so sad, she knew she was dying. I was rooted to the spot, so she kept pulling herself toward me. She stopped right in front of me, and died. And she was so small... I was thinking "ohmagawd, this is going to kill my poor grandmother.." But I decided I'd better bring her body home. I stooped to pick her up, and the strange entity pounced on her and tried to eat her. I pushed it away and picked up her body, which was hard like plastic, the size of a tube of lipstick, cracked down the middle and oozing some kind of BURNING HOT fluid. The fluid burned my hand, but I held on. The wierd creature was trying like mad to get at the body and eat it. Don't remember anything after that.
Last night I had one that wasn't nearly as sad and disturbing as that last one.
I was standing in the kitchen, face to face with my grandmother. She was looking at me expectantly, like she'd just asked a question and was waiting for me to respond. I said "Huh?" and she said "Come on, let's go next door. So-and-so is about to conduct the exorcism, and we need you there." Then she looked at me very pointedly (For background, my great grandmothers' house is next door. She's an uber-christian, my grandmother is an uber-christian, and I'm an atheist.). I was thinking "Okay..." I asked why *I* was needed ("come now, I'm an atheist. I don't believe that crap."). She told me "you just are." I shrugged and followed her out the front door. When I stepped out onto the front porch, I saw that the front yard was covered (and I do mean covered) with MOUNDS of ALMONDS. I say, it was an assload of almonds. I grabbed a handful and followed my grandmother along the path she had made in these... almonds. We made the short trek to my great grandmothers' front door, I was munching on the almonds, wishing I had grabbed more than just a handful. We walked into the house and some strange looking dude was standing at the back sliding glass door. He looked just like David Bowie in Labyrinth, minus some of the make-up. I was thinking "Ohmagawd what a clown!" He stepped inside and looked around, then looked straight at me. He started rattling on about spirituality and demons, and pulled a small statue off of the fireplace. It looked like a saltshaker to me, but he insisted that it was a demon's 'base'. He told me that the house was infested by a few demons, not just one, and the statue he was holding was the base of the most formidable demon of the group. He told me the demon's name: Nemo.
How intimidating. Then he handed me a big piece of styrofoam and a sharpie, and told me that this was the best way to communicate with Nemo. He added that Nemo would only communicate with me. I stood there with my mouth hanging open for a moment. I could feel myself getting dumber in the presence of such idiocy. He and my grandmother and a bunch of other people that randomly appeared were staring at me, waiting for me to communicate with Nemo. I decided to humor them, and wrote the following message on the styrofoam: "Who named you Nemo? Whoever it was must hate you." I was trying to keep from laughing, and I looked up at all the people who were still staring at me. Only now they were looking at me like I was a colossal jerk. The dream ended there, and I never did get to meet *Nemo*

Posted by: treehugger May 20 2007, 04:55 AM

Wow, I was struck by something creepy about your second dream...."nemo" is OMEN spelled backwards.

And, oh, gosh, the first one sounds so heart-wrenching. I hate dreams like that!

Posted by: shinyx3 May 20 2007, 08:57 AM

that is interesting treehugger, i was stuck on the name nemo also as it felt really strang to me but i didn't see that it was omen backwards.

Posted by: jsmith May 20 2007, 05:01 PM

Eeee, I didn't notice it either, and it was my dream! *Dashes off to look up omen in dream dictionary*

Posted by: edie52 May 21 2007, 09:55 AM

I had a long string of dreams last night, and I remember so many rich symbols and objects but not many actual events or feelings- there was a big hill, lots of ex-boyfriends, the house I grew up in, Bob Dylan teaching me something, my Dad buying me lots of stuff, piles of sparkly shoes, a national park, looking at maps of little lakes with big ships on them, cameras, kissing my ex in a hallway, and a hidden art gallery.

It seems like a lot of stuff that is good but overwhelming, or maybe even indulgent.

Posted by: jsmith May 22 2007, 01:10 AM

Another sad one last night, part of what seems an ongoing, relentless series. If anyone can make anything of it, I'd love to hear from you. Cause it really bothers me.
For some background, I had this beautiful, sweet black cat for two years. I adored him, he was my baby. I got him at the beginning of my sophomore year of high school (in 2003), and he disappeared in late November or early December of 2005. I can't pinpoint exactly when, because he would often go out prowling at night, but wouldn't come home until 2 or 3 days later. So for 3-4 days, I assumed he would come back. But he didn't.
Ever since then, once or twice a month, I'll dream that he comes home. I've had so many of these dreams that I know immediately that it isn't reality, that I'm just having a dream.
Okay, so on to last nights' dream: I walked into the kitchen, and say my long-missed kitty sitting on the table (His name is Apollo, btw). I was so delighted to see him, and I questioned if it was real. No, I determined that I was dreaming. But I was happy nonetheless. A few moments later I forgot that it was a dream. I picked him up and my father appeared. I said "Look, it's my Apollo!" My dad said "But.. it's been a long time.." I was like "Yeah, I know, I don't get it either." Suddenly I knew that I wasn't actually holding Apollo, but something my mind identified as a 'delay'. I've had other dreams where there's a 'delay'. Delays are always representatives (or, sort of like stand-ins) of animals who died before they were *supposed* to. I looked at Apollo's delay and asked it how he had died. It looked at my father and.. uh... told him ~telepathically~ about what had happened. I asked my father what the delay told him, and he looked at me very warily. He asked me "Do you really want to know?" I thought about it... "Yes. No. Wait.. no. Yes. Tell me..!" So, he told me "He was run over, but that didn't kill him. The people who ran him over got out of their car and gutted him with a spoon. And a shovel." I stood there stunned for a moment, then started bawling uncontrollably. I held the delay close and cried on it. I couldn't imagine what kind of prick would do something to an innocent little animal. The dream ended there, and picked back up later on in the night.
I was driving around, thinking to myself that I was just going to go and find a black male cat. Not to replace Apollo, but somehow I felt getting another one would make me feel better. I ended up on the opposite side of town, in the neighborhood I lived in 6 years ago. At a corner house a man was standing in the front lawn. I stopped in front of the house, walked up to the man, and saw that there was a black cat sitting in front of him. It was relatively young, between kitten and adult. The man told me he would give the cat to me, and had cat food, litter, and one of those little cat condos (all of which he would give me). I snatched that cat up before the guy could finish his sentence! I was amazed that the cat didn't flip out at being scooped up by a total stranger. I walked back to my car and shifted my new kitty onto my left arm so I could unlock and opened the door. I felt something warm on my left side and looked down - there was this great lump under my jacket (my somewhat roomy leather one). He had burrowed into the available space between my jacket and torso, squirming a little, trying to get comfortable. He didn't leave that spot on the ride home, and when I finally got back to my house I took him to my room, where the cat food, litter, and condo were already set up. I put him down and he seemed totally at home. He jumped onto the condo and took a nap. The dream went on for a little while, and throughout I noticed that he had all the same mannerisms that Apollo had. So, my dreaming mind came to the conclusion that he was Apollo.
I don't know what happened to him. I don't think he was run over, because I went walking all over my neighborhood looking for him. No living or dead cat turned up. I went to the local pound to see if maybe some a**hole had picked him up, but he wasn't there (I doubted he would be there anyway. No one could have any reason to suspect mistreatment, he was obviously well cared for. You've never seen such a beautiful, burly boycat!). The only other thing that I could imagine happened to him was some jerk-off took him. It's my understanding that sometimes people will snatch male cats if they see that they've been neutered. At least, I hope that's all that happened. It would be far better than him being dead.
And am I the only one who misses my pet who has been gone for so long? Do other people get over it, or does it stick with them?

Posted by: shinyx3 May 22 2007, 07:54 AM

((jsmith)) i had a childhood dog that was truely a great dog and who has been dead for 15 years and i will occasionally dream about her. (less about her, but she is sometimes in the dream) i think when some animal or being gets into our hearts they alway are there. even if not in the forefront their love made a home with us and will continue to have an effect on us even if we do not "remember" everything about them because of time passing. i think this is true with anything that leaves it's mark on our lives. as for your dream . . . i think maybe it is just that the question of what happened to apollo is unanswered and subconsious is trying to answer it with what you can come up with as possibilities.

Posted by: falljackets May 22 2007, 09:00 AM

jtsmith, i still have dreams about my old golden retriever, peaches, and she died 15 years ago from old age. in fact, i had another dream about her over the weekend - i dreamed that i was taking care of my parents' home (a home which irl they've been moved from for over 10 years) and taking care of the dog was part of the task. and she died while she was in my care and i was so distraught and couldn't believe that i had to be the one to tell my mother that peaches had passed.

it's really strange that all of my dreams about her somehow relate to her death. i guess like shiny said, she had just become such a part of my family (i'd had her from 1st grade until i was 15).

but the more strange dream that i had over the weekend was that i was visiting my mother (which i'm supposed to do this weekend). she kept complaining about something being wrong with her left hand ring finger, that it was hurting her or something. so i told her that i knew what to do - i would have to CUT OFF her left hand, fix the finger and then re-attach if for her. and so i did. and i remember seeing her hand in the sink while i was washing it out. there was blood all over it and i really wanted to peek inside of it and see the bones and viens and everything but was afraid to at the same time. so then i "fixed" her finger (not even sure what i did to it) and stuck her hand back to her wrist and it magically reattached itself, leaving only the tiniest of scars, as if it had been stitched up by a precise surgeon.

now the really strange part about that dream is that i woke from it and went to the bathroom, only to find that my own hands were swollen and that my wedding ring was stuck on my left ring finger. i'm pregnant, so the swelling is explained, but i thought it was pretty wild that i dreamed about it like that.

Posted by: jsmith May 22 2007, 11:01 PM

Yeah, y'all are prob right.
I'm not looking forward to it when my other cats are gone, I've had them for even longer than I had Apollo.
Why do pets have to die? (Nah, I'm kidding. I know why they die)
Falljackets, your description about the dream about your mom kinda rattled me
I've had dreams where I remove one of my own body parts for maintenance, and reattach it like it's nothing. I'm not at all disturbed about it in the dream, but immediately upon waking I think "Oh my GAWD!"
I've wondered what the significance is of removing a body part in a dream..

Posted by: treehugger May 24 2007, 09:23 PM

Actually, when I was in therapy and really big into writing down dreams and interpreting them...my therapist told me that very often cats in dreams represent female sexual energy. Like when I was dreaming about having to kill my cat or the world was gonna end....the theory was that I was "killing" my sex drive (I'm a sexual abuse survivor) to avoid dealing with the "apocalypse" of pain I'd get if I faced up to it all.

Dogs supposedly represent male sexual energy.

Meh. Take it with a grain of salt.

So, do you guys ever get that horrible dream, the one where all of a sudden you realize that you've been forgetting to feed your pet who is tied up in the backyard? And you run out to check and it's dead and emaciated? I hate that one! Especially the ones where you look down and realize that it had eaten it's own feet before starving to death.

Blech!

Jsmith, you are lucky with your dreams about Apollo! Because you know that you are dreaming. Have you ever heard of "lucid dreaming"? It's where you know you are dreaming so you take control of the dream. You have a great opportunity here. You could ask your cat why he keeps coming back and what he wants you to know. You never know, in your dream, he may just open his mouth and tell you something about yourself! How exciting!

I don't have many lucid dreams..but I had one and it was really cool. I dreamt that I was getting pulled over for DWI. I was terrified...then I realized I was dreaming. And here's the dialogue in my dream, after that realization.

Me: So, am I dreaming? Because I think i am.

Cop: Yes, this is a dream.

Me: So, I am fabricating you in my mind?

Cop: Yes, you are.

Me: So, if I'm creating you that means I can make you do whatever I want.

Cop: Yes, you can.

Me: So..prove it. Drop your pants and do the chicken dance.

(Cop drops pants and does the chicken dance)

Me: This is REALLY under my control, isn't it!

Cop: Yes, it is.

Me: Okay...make love to me right here in my car on the side of the road.

Of course, then my alarm went off!

But the moral of the story is, jsmith, you have a great opportunity to ASK your dream why it's coming back. How fascinating!

Posted by: edie52 May 24 2007, 10:27 PM

Oh, I've only had a lucid dream once, I sooo want to have more. I've had a few where I realize I'm dreaming and then wake up, but in this one I decided to fly, only it wasn't easy soaring, it was more like swimming up into the air. But still.

And I find I almost always wake up right before the sex!

Posted by: jsmith May 24 2007, 11:04 PM

Oh yes, I do love being lucid in dreams! But usually the only time that I am lucid is if the subject of the dream is one that recurrs countless times. The only recurring subjects that I can think of off the top of my head are Apollo, and tornados.
I dream a lot about tornados. The dream usually goes like this: the weather is tumultuous, and a tornado descends from the clouds. I'm standing there thinking "All RIGHT! I finally get to see one of these things in real life!" but then I think "Aw hell, this has happened so many damn times, and it's never been real. I'm dreaming."
But I'm definitely going to keep your suggestion in mind treehugger (about asking Apollo why he keeps coming back). It's a great one, and even if it doesn't tell me anything that I can readily interpret, it'll make for an interesting conversation with anyone who's willing to listen.
And speaking of lucid dreams, has anyone here been able to initiate one...?
Oh, I just remembered a really interesting dream I had last night.
Y'all know who Roseanne Barr is, right (or is Barr still her last name?)? Anyway, I dreamt that she was my mom, and we had moved into this big, elegant house. The previous owner had been kicked out for some reason, and left all her stuff. What I remember most was going through all her stuff. She had a ton of clothes (none of which I liked), and almost as much jewelry (all of it was cheap, costume jewelry). She also had a lot of handbags stashed in her huge closet (coulda had a party in that closet). They were all ugly. But this house was impressive: big rooms, decorated beautifully, and... a lot of secret passages...! Secret passages tend to appear in my dreams a lot, too. They're usually in big, beautiful old houses. But back to the dream at hand: there was a lot of staff that was left behind(butlers, doormen, maids, etc.). They were all suspicious of me and my "mom". But I strolled pompously through the house, and was ready to remind any smart-mouths that they were in our employ.

Posted by: dolor May 26 2007, 10:18 AM

Wow, treehugger,

what an amazing exchange: the case that the cop would agree explicitly that he was your own concoction and totally amenable to your will. (I wish more cops would be like that!)

There's a remarkable scene in the movie "waking life" where the main dude is having a conversation with a woman..., then realizes that he's dreaming, then realizes that (therefore) she's only his concoction, it's not a real conversation, or rather just one taking place inside his head.
Then he asks her: "What's it like being a person in a dream?" Fascinating question! As if people in your dreams are themselves engaging in lucid being /dreaming, and know that they are (only) dream persons? Meanwhile, he's knowing that he's still only having a conversation with himself?? But she balks at the question, can't answer it...

There's also a scene where our hero is on the brink of the erotic, another sexy woman is zeroing in on him in the most gratifyingly direct way... and then he wakes up! Merde!!

But then he's only woken up into another dream...

Posted by: zizola May 26 2007, 01:14 PM

I lucid dream quite frequently, but it usually only lasts for a little bit before I slip back into normal dreaming. In my last lucid dream, I conjured some french fries (not a hot guy, didn't try to fly- french fries. It needs some work) The biggest problem for me is to retain control over the dream. In the previous one, for example, while enjoying my french fries, my subconscious brought in a group of teenagers that starting pilfering my fries and though lucid, I had no control, and then I just went back to regular dreaming.

Most of the time, however, I lucid dream when I'm fighting someone. I have recurring dreams where I'm in a fight and my body is moving achingly slow and I can't defend myself. Since it's so familiar, I realize it's a dream and force my body to move, and win the fight. I think there is a definite link between lucid dreaming and recurring dreams, or at least, recurring dreams seem to encourage lucid dreaming.

Also, does anyone else have recurring dreamworlds and dream people? There are certain people and places that recur in my dreams every now and then. It's almost like I have a whole other life that I'm living in my subconscious that I can tap into every now and then.

Posted by: jsmith May 26 2007, 02:14 PM

I have something like you're describing, zizola. I don't dream of specific places over and over again, but certain types of places. They're always naturescapes, and they're always spectacularly gorgeous. The colors are unlike any place on earth that I've seen, and they always inspire an appreciation that I've never felt in real life. It's another subject where I find myself lucid. Just this morning I dreamt of one of these pretty places.

Posted by: treehugger May 26 2007, 02:48 PM

I have several places that recur a lot in my dreams...one is a school...and most of my dreams that take place there, involve me trying to break into the swimming pool after-hours just cause I want to go swimming.

One is a town...and I know the layout of the town...there's railroad tracks that I go across, and a little strip mall that I always cut through to go to the other side of town (I'm walking usually, for some reason) and I have to go into the basement of this strip mall and through this deli to get to the other side.

And the other is a big old house that's been converted to a boarding school. I usually end up walking on the roof in that dream...hehe

But even though they keep recurring, it never occurs to me that it's a dream.

Posted by: jsmith May 30 2007, 12:38 AM

Had a really crazy dream this morning. Very disjointed, and probably full of symbolism.
It started out with me walking very groggily into the kitchen. On the table was a row of brown bags. I looked closely and saw that there was also chinese food sitting on the table. My brother told me that our cousin had bought all of it (there was quite a lot). Out of nowhere these hispanic children appeared. They all had plates and were munching on chinese food. So, I grabbed a plate (I'll eat chinese any time) and loaded it up. But before eating anything I just started wandering around, still very groggy. I decided that my car needed gas, so I went and bought some. I felt like I was drunk, and there were signs at the gas pumps talking about how I was acting wierd and smelled funny (!). I went back home and saw that it was a quarter til ten in the morning, and panicked. I had a precal final to take and had to be at the university at ten o'clock (IRL I took that blasted final almost 3 weeks ago.)! This made no sense, because the final was to actually take place at 3. I started panicking again because I had to be at work at 4, and that final was going to take me more than an hour to finish.
So I ran to my room to get dressed (I was in my pajamas I guess, even when I went to get gas). The first thing I saw upon entering my room was the dresser mirror. I paused to take in the change to my appearance: somewhere on the trek from the kitchen to my room, someone had shaved my head <_< That didn't really bother me, strangely enough (I tend to be vain about my hair, and any dreams that involve me losing it turn into nightmares). I actually kind of liked how I looked with 1cm hair. I decided that I ought to dress a little differently with my new do. I chose a baby blue tank with Snoopy on it, and some new jeans that randomly appeared in my closet. I threw these items on, ripped of the tags on the jeans, and went for the door. I passed the mirror again, and saw that my hair had grown back to its full length, but was no longer my beloved henna-red. For a moment I was disappointed that my hair had grown back
But I still had to get to the university, and only had 5 minutes!
Apparently I FORGOT that I had a car. I found myself hauling ass to the university (going on the longest possible route) on a g*dd*mn BIGWHEEL. Y'all remember those? Those things that little kids ride because they're too small to ride bikes? Needless to say, I couldn't go very fast. And, I noticed the wind on my scalp. My hair was gone again.
There were people working in their yards, sunbathing, or playing with their kids. I was sure they must've been intimidated by me, this bad bald chick on a bigwheel, tearing down the street at 5 miles an hour, looks of determination and fury flitting across her face.
I got to Loop 306 and ran into my brother and his friend, some older woman. They were standing there right in the middle of the road, there was absolutely no traffic. I was bitching that "I have to be at uni fifteen minutes ago! And I don't feel good..." My brothers friend told me to get in her car and she'd take me.
Next thing I knew I was standing in a public school bathroom, and I could hear the doctor (who I had apparently just seen) talking to the woman, both unseen. The doc said to the woman "She has tuberculosis. You'll have to be immunized because you were in close proximity to her." Great! I'm diseased!
The lights dimmed a little in the bathroom. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair had returned, only it was much shorter, thinner, and darker. Then all these girls appeared. They weren't doing bathroom business, they were all kneeling, looking very intently at these round patches of greenish-blue light on the floor. I didn't understand what was so captivating about these points of light, but I knew there was something paranormal about them. The girl standing next to me had an idea about the lights and their origin: "This all started when that little bitch stole my candybar! She is one responsible for this!" The little bitch in question walked in the door a split second later, and I suddenly remembered that I didn't like her because she was a total jerk. So I followed her across the bathroom, and was yelling at her "Hey jerk-off, what the hell are you up to now?" She turned and sneered at me, and headed for a stall. I kept following her, still yelling: "Oh, you're gonna hide in a stall. Very good, coward." She slammed the stall door in my face, yelling something that I can't recall. As I was walking away I knew she had vanished from the stall (she was always doing crap like that), and that she was going to try to scare us somehow. It only took me a couple of moments to go from the stall to the place I'd been standing originally, and surprise surprise, the girl walked in the door again. She had a very smug look on her face, as if to say "I vanished and reappeared through the door moments later, I'm SCARY, you're SCARED!" I strolled up to her and just started in on her again, telling her she wasn't the least bit frightening, and that I ought to stomp her pompous ass for being so obnoxious. She tried to duck into a stall again, but I grabbed her arm and yelled "You're not going to do that stupid vanishing act again, it's annoying!" I wanted to see her as she really was (she was an unnatural being), so I demanded that she 'show herself'. She yelled "Fine!", and by god, she showed herself. She was quite hideous. She had the body of a human, but instead of a human head, there was what looked like a great big block of ivory soap that had been carved to look like the head of Medusa. The lights dimmed further and the head glowed, and I heard unearthly screaming coming from her. Her facial features were permanently fixed in a look of horror. It all startled the hell out of me; so much that I woke up very abruptly, and was still paralyzed from being asleep (anybody here ever have paralysis upon waking?). For a split second I saw a dark, blurry figure standing at the side of my bed. :Shivers: I hate it when I wake up like that.

Posted by: _octinoxate May 30 2007, 01:57 AM

oh my! that dream started out captivatingly hilarious and then it turned captivatingly terrifying!!!

Posted by: jsmith Jun 2 2007, 11:07 PM

Oh yea, quite an unpleasant leap!

Posted by: crinoline Jun 5 2007, 08:53 AM

Intense dream last night.

I dreamt that I was pregnant. Like, 9 months, about to burst pregnant. And I was waiting, along with my entire extended family and friends, to give birth.
The pregnancy itself felt very real to me. I could feel the weight of it and eventually the contractions. My breasts were large and tender. I even felt an indescribable presence in the form of my unborn child. I could feel the life inside me.
Crinoboy was strangely innattentive. He kept going off with our friends to go smoke pot behind the hospital, and ignored me when I called for him. My mother kept telling me that she had "told me so" and that he was unreliable and unsuitable as a father.
I felt mostly impatient, I was ready to get it over with. I felt no fear until I had to hug my grandmother goodbye. They had waited too long and my grandfather was tired, so they had to go. As I hugged her, I felt this huge rush of childlike fear and uncertainty and I clung to her like a desperate person. She told me that everything would be alright and that she would come back later, so I let her go. It was strange that she was there anyway, as I'm pretty sure I was unmarried in my dream, and "ladies" simply don't get knocked up out of wedlock.
At that point I began to have "contractions", small, rhythmic pains in my abdomen and back. Every now and then I would squeeze out a little water and tissue and blood, but my "water" never broke, and I did not go into labor.

The strangest thing is that when I woke, I was having abdominal muscle pains. I don't know if it was a psychosomatic reaction to my dream, or if my body interpreted it's distress into my dream "pregnancy".
I also felt a strange bereavement. I felt the absence of my non-existent child most keenly, and now I feel somehow empty and alone. It's all very strange...

Posted by: musicfit Jun 5 2007, 10:49 AM

You were probably contracting your abdominal and back muscles while you were asleep. That said, very interesting dream. It's amazing and disturbing when a dream has such a profound affect on your mood the next day.

Posted by: falljackets Jun 7 2007, 03:12 PM

ok, so i don't remember a lot of detail, but last night, i dreamed that i was a black transgender (female to male). i was still pregnant, but i had a penis and was hiding it, stuffing it between my legs.

i have NO idea where that came from, but even in my dream, i knew that i had changed skin color as well as gender. i kept looking down at my pubic hair and looking at the way my skin looked against it.

one of the oddest dreams i've had yet!

that is all.

Posted by: jsmith Jun 8 2007, 02:06 PM

That's strange! A while back I dreamt that I grew a penis. This was unacceptable to me, so I grabbed a knife, went into my bathroom, and was going to cut it off. I woke up before I could do it, though.

Posted by: falljackets Jun 11 2007, 02:02 PM

well, i do believe i might have topped my own crazy odd dreams...

this morning i dreamed that i went into labor and i was all alone and had to go to the hospital alone. when i got there, it was actually my guest room and the nurse was at the foot of the bed telling me that she could see the baby and that it was huge. she told me i needed to decide immediately if i was going to get a csection and i was like, well, i don't know! you're the medical professional! help me decide what to do!

so i called my father to ask him for advice (no, he's not a doctor!), but while on the phone with him, there was breaking news on the television that we'd received the first transmission from outer space. it was a video. of talking poodles. standing at podiums. dressed in basketball jerseys.

wow, if this isn't pregnancy hormones perhaps i should go get my brain checked out.

Posted by: shinyx3 Jun 11 2007, 05:51 PM

omg falljackets, that is crazy! i have been having the most crazy dreams too. the other night i dreamed i was climbing down this really tall ladder with hubby and i was really worried he would fall off. i should have been worried that i would fall off as i was hugly preggers in the dream and my belly was totally in the way ans making it really hard to get down the ladder. anyway, hubby kept telling me not to worry and then said, "it's fine, see" and leaped off the ladder head first into a dive and hit the floor way below me and shattered into pieces. i was horrified because i couldn't get down the ladder fast enough and i knew that if i didn't get there to put the pieces back together that he would never be able to see our baby. i woke up totally upset and hyperventilating.

your dream was much better i think.

Posted by: jsmith Jun 13 2007, 12:56 AM

Wow, I don't know if I've ever seen anybody shatter in any of my dreams, but if I did, I would be totally unnerved!

Posted by: shinyx3 Jun 13 2007, 07:23 AM

it was unnerving. i think i as stressing over newbaby to come and over hubby being a new dad and my house is not even close to ready ect ect.

Posted by: ginger_kitty Jun 13 2007, 03:50 PM

I had a somewhat sexual dream about a guy I haven't seen in around nine years. In the dream I was walking somewhere crowded and we passed each other, recognized one another, and he began talking to me. He was older and taller, but dressed the way he did in high school. (We were kind of interested in each other for a few years, but nothing really ever came of it. And I think he ended up moving or something.) Anyway, in the dream he was apologizing for disappearing from my life, and I was like no big deal. Then things started getting kind of hot and heavy....

Wonder what made me think/dream about him?

Posted by: shinyx3 Jun 14 2007, 10:06 AM

ok, i think i am having baby stress and it is causing me to dream strange things. last night, or ratnher this morning, i dreamed i was in my house and with my new baby (who we were calling bobo) and my husband and son and my sis. my hubby was packing my stuff up for me and was going to send me to mexico. i did not want to go with out him. just bobo and i were going and he and shinyboy were staying home. i was really upset and did not want to go. my sis was standing in the kitchen with her hands on her hips like, well, what are you gonna do about it? and i was really upset at her and wanted her to go but for some reason wouldn't tell her to leave. shinyboy was just sitting there eating cereal and watching. i kept saying "no i don't want to go to mexico with out you, come with me." hubby kept repeating that mexico is a happy place and i would be happy there and that i was being "crazy" and to just shut up and got ready.

i actually woke up and woke up hubby and told him i was not going to go to mexico without him and shinyboy and that if he wanted me to be happy then he should let em stay home and take care of bobo. he looked at melike i had lost it totally, but i think he is getting used to these sort of things. i did have to explain it all to him and he still rolled his eyes at me but as long as he wraps both arms aroung me and kisses my neck he can roll his eyes all he wants and i am still happy.

Posted by: anna k Jul 14 2007, 11:24 AM

I dreamed that I was friends with Jack Black and Teyana from My Super Sweet Sixteen (teen girl who had an 80's-themed Harlem party), that we were chilling out in a room, and my dad got mad that I was friends with Jack because I'm 23 and he's nearly 40, and I would mention how he was married and didn't have any attraction to me but my dad still got mad as if I were underage. It felt very weird.

Posted by: shinyx3 Jul 15 2007, 11:17 AM

i had forgotten about this thread. but since it is up top again i will post my last nights dream. a little stressed maybe?

ok, i dreamed i went into labor and i had my sis with me which was all fine and good but it was a sort of like bad comedy in that my hubby couldn't get to me. he was in town and i called him and he said "i'm on my way!" but then he couldn't get to the hospital. he kept calling me and i was getting more and more scared that he was not going to get there. he got stopped by the cops for speeding and delayed and then there was a construcion detour and then when he finely got to the hospital, he could not find the entrence. then couldn't find the ob ward then couldn't find my room. so before he got to me i woke up.

yup, think i am starting to stress about the whole labor thing.

Posted by: snarky7 Jul 15 2007, 10:00 PM

no more preggy crazy dreams! all will be well...

last night i dreamed i was amy lee in the Call Me When You're Sober video.

Posted by: jsmith Sep 1 2007, 04:40 PM

Eek, has this thread died?
I have to post about this uber-morbid dream I had this morning.
I was on the side of town opposite of where I live, driving around. I was talking to my grandmother, even though she wasn't physically in the car with me (!), and decided to stop off at my deceased grandfather's old house. In real life, people now live there, but in the dream I knew that there was nobody, and logic told me the house would be empty (of furnishings, that is). But I was bored, and a part of me was convinced that there would be something there to entertain. I arrived at the house and walked up the carport. This guy who (actually in real life) is working on our yard appeared around the side of the house and met me at the door. He told me it was locked, and pulled out a key to unlock it. Very friendly-like. After he did so he disappeared back around the corner of the house, to do yard work out in the back. "That's kind of pointless" I thought, "there's nobody here to care how the yard looks."

I walked through the door, and was met in the foyer by my mother and a couple of other people I did not recognize. They were talking about my grandfather, and my mom had three pictures in her hand. Two were of him laid out in his casket (IRL no pictures were taken), and the other was a close-up of his head. There had been something drawn onto the photo with bright colors. It looked horribly like a gaping mouth, laughing maniacally, it's jaws surrounding my grandfather's head. I was very unsettled by the image; I gave it back to my mother, and walked into the living room. I was very surprised to find that the inside looked exactly like my great-grandmother's house, all the same furnishings and lighting, and the view from the windows was as it is IRL, yet I was still actually in my grandfather's house. I looked around and noticed that my mother and her unfamiliar companions had vanished, but there were other people: my grandmother, a woman dressed in scientist's garb, a man who looked like he lived to assist the woman, AND..... a corpse of a man I didn't recognize. He was laid out on a hospital bed which suddenly took the place of the couch when I wasn't looking. He looked like he had died of starvation, because he was completely emaciated, and was in an intermediate state of decomposition: there was a hole where the skin of his abdomen should have been, there were other dark patches where the skin had deteriorated, and all of his hair had fallen out. On his face was that shocking, gaping-mouthed look that you would expect to see on someone who died in extreme terror.

The Scientist was standing at the foot of the bed, looking at the dead man very intently. Then, much to my horror and dismay, the corpse sat up. The movement was very ghastly, it looked more like a sit-up (you know how you only use your stomach muscles to do a sit-up?), he didn't use his arms to push himself up. Well, I was just rooted to the spot. Somehow I managed to speak. "OHMYGOD!" The Scientist looked over her shoulder at me, and I said to her "Oh, wait, is that just one of those things that corpses do? You know, random contractions of muscles, or something?" But even before she answered me, I knew that this wasn't some random muscle contraction. The guy had been dead for too long for that to be happening. She shook her head, and told her assistant to push the body back down on the bed ('Strap it down! I don't want it getting up while I'm in the room!' I thought to myself). The man did as he was instructed, and the Scientist turned back to me with a look that attempted to convey reassurance, that said the dead guy was harmless. Harmless he may have been; but that didn't stop him from being utterly harrowing.
I looked over at the tv, and watched the video that was playing for a few moments. It showed a scene very much like the one I was in: A dead, decomposed guy sprawled on a hospital bed. He was weakly moving his limbs and head, and the expression on his face was one of terror and confusion. The host of the video was talking about how the man had been a murderer, and a picture flashed on the screen: it was of a young woman, the person he had killed.

Our own dead man tried to sit up again, but the assistant had walked out of the room. The Scientist looked exasperated, and walked over to push him back down. I turned away from the sight, and was arguing with myself about whether or not I should stick around. The practical side of me insisted on staying, saying that I would need to be used to cadavers (mobile or not) if I wanted to reach my goal of being a doctor. The 'sensible' part of myself said "This is too much GET OUT!! GET OUT!!!"
I listened to my practical side... that is, until the dead guy stood up and started lumbering about, unchecked. He stood in front of the piano, wavered, and my eye was drawn to another figure that I had only been dimly aware of when I first walked in. It was the murdered woman the video had talked about. She had been re-animated, and sat slumped in a chair. Like the man, she was bald, and had the same degree of decomp as he did... but someone had dressed her very nicely.
So that was it for me, I decided to get the hell out of there. I noticed a cup sitting on a coffee table, and felt compelled to take it to the kitchen (...!). And just why did I follow that compulsion, and delay my exit?? I have no idea.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the dead guy make a sudden movement, and I started so hard that I knocked over someone's can of Coke ("Great, now I have to clean this up!!"). I made for the kitchen to deposit the cup and grab some paper-towels to clean up the spill, but stopped at the doorway. I was taken over by morbid, depressing thoughts: If these two corpses are capable of understanding and thought, how is all of this making them feel? What are they thinking? Are they upset about being re-animated in such a pitiful state? Are they envious of those of us who are living, wishing for our beauty and intact intelligence? Or are they just barely seeing us through a fog that will never lift?

The Scientist and her assistant then walked up to me. They had turned into my great-aunt and her husband, respectively. I felt a little better at the sight of their faces. Finally I went into the kitchen to do what I meant to, and my great-aunt and uncle followed me. I turned to her and asked her "WHY are you doing this?" She could give no answer, so I asked her "HOW can you do it, this is utterly horrifying,! How can you handle it? Doesn't it give you the willies??" She answered "Yeah, it does give me the willies... but it's amazing that a person can be recalled to life after being dead for a substantial period." I responded "Well how does this work, how did you manage it?" She said "I don't really know just how it works, but it does. I just chalk it up to molecular biology." I thought to myself 'Chalk it up to what you like, but I'm getting the hell out of here.. this is atmosphere is so dark and depressing.'

I did my best soak up the spill. I was ready to leave when I noticed my great-grandmother standing at the foot of the hospital bed. She was struggling to stay upright, and I tried to help her onto her crutches (couldn't imagine why she had crutches with her, until I noticed that she had no feet). The ghastly dead guy was still by the piano, and he leaned forward and held out a piece of wood to my great-grandmother, evidently offering it to her as a walking stick (even though it was too short for this purpose). I noticed somebody had dressed him in khakis and a yellow dress-shirt. But still, in my mind, being dressed nicely didn't change the fact that he was a DEAD GUY. I kept struggling with my great-grandmother, trying to get her on her crutches. Everyone else just kind of sat there and watched. I got pissed and yelled "Hey! Somebody give me a hand!" So my grandmother and her sister (my great-aunt Scientist) helped me with her. Before I could walk away from the scene I woke up.

Posted by: shinyx3 Sep 1 2007, 08:14 PM

i had totally forgotten about this thread. thanks for reviving it. but ok, that is a creepy dream. i have been soo tired lately with the new baby that my dreams are very random and muddled so i really do not have anything interesting to write.


wishing all the dreamers sweet dreams tonight

Posted by: Lilith Sep 2 2007, 02:25 PM

Friday night I was sleeping at a guy's apartment (that's enough details, ) and I had this odd dream about him where we had just had sex (well, ok that part wasn't so odd)... Well in the dream he had a pregnant roommate and she was yelling at us because she didn't want sex around her unborn child and she was mad that we were cursing during the sex apparently because she kept saying how she doesn't want the baby hearing profanity and in the process of yelling at us for saying "fuck" she said fuck like 10 times. Lol, what do you think THAT means?

Posted by: musicfit Sep 8 2007, 07:33 PM

Is someone in your life being a hypocrite?

Posted by: musicfit Sep 8 2007, 07:55 PM

Okay. Here's a dream of mine.

A night or so ago, I dreampt that my younger brother (3 years younger) was only a little boy (and I must have been young in the dream because we were riding in a school bus). They wanted us to do something and I don't remember what that something was. Hmmmm...

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Sep 9 2007, 07:34 AM

The last two nights I've had dreams of cheating on Mr. Pug. It's awful. I hate them. I wake up feeling just icky. We have been arguing a lot the last two weeks. It just happens to us sometimes. It's really no big deal. It's just a tiny rough patch. Why does my mind have to make it worse by making me have these dreams. I love him more then anything else in the world and I don't want to be with anyone else but I dream about it. When I wake up I feel stupid and childish. I can talk to him about it but seeing as we are in the middle of a bad patch he might take it the wrong way and that will make things worse. So I'll just post it here and hopefully he won't stop in this thread. If he does then he'll know I'm not "enjoying" these dreams an that they really bother me. Sweet Dreams All!!!

Posted by: shinyx3 Sep 9 2007, 08:05 PM

take heart pugs, our dreams really do not signify that we want what we dream about. when i was first preggers i had supper crazy sex dreams all the time. and none of them about my the mr. now, alas, i do not sleep in long enough stretches to have very involved dreams.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Sep 9 2007, 08:20 PM

shinyx3 -

Yeah, you're right. It's just that Mr. Pug and I have been having a few bad weeks. It's been tough. He's been having a hard time at work and other things and I've been PMSing and having a stressful time at school. We haven't been very nice to one another. He comes home from work miserable and I come home from school miserable and we are just short, rude and inconsiderate of each other's feelings. Today he told me how upset he's been the last few weeks and for me it was a 3 on a scale of one to ten, ten being angry enough to leave, and for him it was more of a 7. I didn't realize he was so unhappy lately. This really upset me because this is the first time in 11 years that he's been really upset and I didn't really catch it. I knew something was bothering him but he didn't crack till today. I mean how am I supposed to know that work is really shitty unless he tells me right? All I see is he comes home grumpy. He actually cried a bit today when he started talking about work. I just had no idea. I keep trying to do little things and it just seems like then I say something and all goes to hell again. His miserable attitude makes me pissy and then we fight. It's just been rough lately. It's not like us to fight like this. Then to have these stupid dreams. I know we'll get through it. We had a great afternoon. We went bowling together and didn't fight. Then we came home and had dinner and watched a movie and didn't fight. We cuddled in bed and I was just laying there thinking that he's been very unhappy lately and that just makes me sad. He feel asleep so I got out of bed and came to check out bust for a bit. I guess I just needed to type this all out. It's not even the right thread to be sharing this in. Sorry for that. Well I guess that's all of it. I know things will get better I just hate when we aren't in tune with each other. It will get better but it sucks right now. Thanks for listening.

Goodnight

Posted by: shinyx3 Sep 10 2007, 04:21 AM

pugs-

it sound like even ith the rough patch you two have a great relationship. from other posts you have made, i know you know that a relationship is not always cake. it takes hard work. it sounds like you are talking about it and that is great. i have no doubt that, like you said, you will get through it. but all f this will not make it easier and i have not said anything you do not already know. so i will just saw good luck and i am sending you sweet dream vibes.

Posted by: bunnyb Oct 15 2007, 03:56 AM

*bumped for people who don't bother looking for existing threads or ask in the community forum about them and go ahead and start a new thread anyway*

Posted by: candycane_girl Oct 15 2007, 09:11 AM

bunny, that was kind of rude and uncalled for.

Yes most people know the rules of searching for a thread first and then asking in the community forum if no such thread seems to exist. But it's just a thread! It's not the end of the world.

Posted by: bunnyb Oct 15 2007, 04:34 PM

yes, perhaps it was rude and uncalled for but it pisses me off when people blatantly disregard the way BUST operates. It's not the first time musicfirst has randomly started a thread, so you think she would have learned.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 15 2007, 08:42 PM

Bunny, I looked all over last night and did not see this thread. I thought it had gone defunct. Think before you judge. I don't appreaciate the snide flippant attitude you just displayed toward me. Yes, I have created threads randomly before, A LONG ASS TIME AGO, but your attitude is silly. Pick your battles wisely.

I feel silly enough that I didn't see this thread was still here. And I swear, I LOOKED.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 15 2007, 08:47 PM

I had to resurrect my dream thread. I had a really cool really wierd one last night.

It all started with me walking into a long defunct coffee shop I used to frequent my undergraduate years at Western Michigan U called the Comet Cafe. All the hipsters sitting and talking were looking at me like I had no business there. Then I went to order my coffee and they were out of cups. The last ones (paper ones) were dirty and stacked in a small stack. I was disappointed, so the barrista said, "But we do have another thing, do you want to try to put coffee in it?" I said, "sure," He immediately put this chicken in front of me, pulled its head off and started pouring the coffee into it (oddly, there was no blood). Then he had a little crack of a smile at the humor of me accepting a drink of coffee from the neck of a chicken. I looked around me, and all these gaunt hipster guys were looking at me like I was the most uncool person they'd ever laid eyes on. I grabbed my chicken, feeling the warmth around its stomach, where the coffee was. I walked over to sit on a comfy couch and was trying to get a thought out of my head about this artsy guy I had an obsessive crush on my undergrad years (the one who had introduced me to said coffee shop). I was wondering, 'Is that him over there?' I fought an embarrassing thought, 'I will always be looking for him.') Then I sat down next to a little girl and said hi to her. She looked at me, said, hi, then looked away. I realized she was watching television. I decided to take my last shred of dignity home with my chicken full of coffee. It was alive...squirming in my arms and I thought about how crazy I was thinking I could drink coffee out of a chicken and how strange it was that the coffee was down there? How would I drink it? I took my disturbed self home and once I was home, I realized it was now just a container, since I pulled the head off and it was actually a stopper top with a plastic base. So I poured the coffee out of the chicken into a coffee cup and drank it.

Then a slew of events having to do with my in-laws and my mother-in-law's woes about my father-in-law no longer living with her and having to sell a kitchen table in order to afford something. I remember I was doing something fun with my cousins-in-law, but I don't remember what it was.

The next part was also bizarre. I was in my parents' home and my dad told me he found a turtle in my old closet. I saw it, it was huge (like sea turtle size) and was all covered in black dirt from being in my closet all these years. I remembered that we had found a turtle that big in my closet back in 1988. My dad told me it was the same one, it had been in there the whole time. I saw it lumbering around...all slow and was amazed it was still alive. How could I not have known all those years that it was there?! Wouldn't I have seen it moving around?! Poor turtle! Then my dad said he was going to kill it. I said, no! Don't kill it! I begged him not to kill it, but he was determined. I then saw a pretty little turtle-shaped casket he had made for it. Then I woke up.

Wow. ohmy.gif

Posted by: bunnyb Oct 16 2007, 01:16 AM

"pick your battles wisely"?

I did judge: I don't think one dream meant you "had to resurrect" the dream thread so urgently that you couldn't have run it past the community forum first. If you had, someone would have found the original thread for you (when you search for a thread at the bottom of the page you need to change 30 days to all.) It doesn't matter that you looked, musicfit, you then went and started a new thread without asking and we avoid that at every turn (it's not like we don't mention it continually). You may not have liked my attitude but I don't like when people are above the rules.

oh, and to avoid double-posting (which is also really annoying) click "edit" on your original post.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Oct 16 2007, 06:53 AM

QUOTE(bunnyb @ Sep 22 2007, 05:17 PM)

Posted by: bunnyb Oct 16 2007, 07:20 AM

ooh of course you would have to come out of your pathetic little flounce to call me on this, pugs, and start a flamewar in a thread and situation that has nothing to do with you (that is why I never called you out in the committed thread). I thought you had enough of BUST and you were gone? I suppose for a successful flounce, though, you really have to mean it and not lurk every day.

You are an immature bully who can't take some criticism and I'm not even going to engage with you and putting you on ignore. Grow up and get to grips with the fact that you were in the wrong.

musicfit, I am sorry for pouncing on you; you were the straw that broke the camel's back and I really didn't want this to be a huge issue. Me judging you and criticising you for starting a new thread wasn't very friendly but I hope that I didn't make you feel anything remotely like the way that pugs made a stranger feel. As you said, it was silly to allow a new thread to get to me but with all the trollish behaviour of late many aspects of the board have frustrated me, and BUST does mean a lot to me.

Posted by: shinyx3 Oct 16 2007, 08:02 AM

as i actually enjoy this thread, i will respond to your dream music. very interesting. the coffee house chicken i am not coming up with anything for but the turtle in your closet that was there all along and now has to be killed . . . there could be some symbolism there. something hidden that you really don't feel should be hidden? a secret that you no longer can keep? or maybe just a crazy dream with no special meaning at all.


dream on busties


i am still sleeping too lightly to dream much other than the semiconsious goofy dreams. (i think 2.5 month old babies will do that to a girl)

Posted by: musicfit Oct 16 2007, 05:12 PM

Thanks for the apology. I have to say this, Bunny before I ignore the rest of your comments (since I know this will be met with predictable flames since you are a troll in my eyes now). Pugs was never a bully, never said anything that was uncalled for. She was defending the other people in this thread from being attacked for silly reasons. This is a thread I started a long time ago, because I love to discuss dreams.

I read your profile. Looks like you enjoy flame wars. Go to the flame wars thread, since obviously you are not interested in discussing what this thread is about, dreams.

About my turtle dream, I know that you are right, shinyx. There is something in my closet at home that my Dad might want dead but I want still alive. It will be interesting figuring this out with my therapist.

Posted by: nickclick Oct 18 2007, 08:37 AM

i have a irrational awful fear of snakes, and often dream about them attacking me. http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071018/ap_on_fe_st/odd_potty_python is a nitemare come true.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Oct 18 2007, 08:52 AM

DreamMoods.com says:

Snake

To see a snake or be bitten by one in your dream, signifies hidden fears and worries that are threatening you. Your dream may be alerting you to something in your waking life that you are not aware of or that has not yet surfaced. The snake may also be seen as phallic and thus symbolize dangerous and forbidden sexuality. The snake may also refer to a person around you who is callous, ruthless, and can't be trusted. As a positive symbol, snakes represent transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive changes.

nickclick - you are just wise and horny!

Posted by: nickclick Oct 18 2007, 01:27 PM

yeeeeeaaaaaah!

Posted by: jami Oct 18 2007, 11:41 PM

my ex-to-be used to work on farm equipment, crawling under them to make repairs. He would dream that the snakes dropped from the machinery onto him. he'd awaken (or sometimes not) flailing his arms and legs and shouting.
dangerous. not missing that. nope.

Posted by: nickclick Oct 19 2007, 07:47 AM

yeah, bad dreams should only happen to bad people!

Posted by: jami Oct 19 2007, 02:57 PM

I'll go along with that, nickclick.

Posted by: musicfit Oct 19 2007, 09:11 PM

Yeah. My sweetie was tossing and turning last night and a little scared murmur came out of his mouth. He woke up and said, "I had a bad dream." Awww. Poor sweetie. Hopefully, it wasn't too bad. I actually don't have nightmares of things attacking me anymore. My recent nightmare was that I had unprotected sex with 5 different men to produce babies to be adopted by needy parents. I was terrified that I had AIDS. I would wake up and think, whew! I don't have AIDS. I never had sex with those men! Then I would wake up and think, I had sex with one of them, there's a chance, and all the worries would flood back. Then I finally woke up completely and thought, I am so glad I didn't have unprotected sex with 5 strangers. Big sigh of relief.

Posted by: edie52 Oct 23 2007, 07:01 AM

I dreamt that I was measuring my boyfriend's penis! It was really big, I kept having to recount the notches on the ruler, and I also noticed that some of the notches were further apart than others.

Well, I guess it's pretty obvious. We're apart and I'm counting the weeks until we can be together again. The fact that the notches on the ruler were uneven might have to do with my concept of time being messed up right now (because I'm thinking about it too much). Also, I'm super-horny. Maybe I'm thinking about sex too much too. Sex and time.

I told him about it and I think he was flattered.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 13 2007, 09:32 PM

Here's a gross one:
So there's this zit on my jawline that's getting on my nerves (it's actually there in real life) and I squeeze the hell out of it. Stuff comes out, as one would expect. Among the stuff is a long, slender, white thing. I take it to be hardened matter, put it aside and wash my face. When I'm done doing that, I notice that the long white mass has moved. I look more closely and see that it's wriggling.....! EWW! I take it for some kind of new parasitic worm and start pulling it apart in order to kill it. Thinking there may be more, I run and find my mother and ask her to take me to the doctor (I was a teen again in this dream). So she takes me to a clinic, and we're sitting in the exam room waiting for the doc to come in. I brought the fragments with me, set them down, then notice that all the pieces had REGENERATED and made new individuals. And suddenly they're EVERYWHERE. Then my cats run into the exam room and I start panicking:"Mom! help me get them out, I don't want the worms to get into them!" The doctor finally comes in, and he's talking on his cell phone. I stand there for a good couple of minutes, and he's still talking on his cell. I say "HEY! I've got a problem here!" So he addresses me: "Can't you see I'm busy?" He speaks with an accent that makes me think of the rock singers from the british invasion. I'm stunned by his rudeness, so I launch into the story of what's going on, to shock him. It worked, he gets shocked, and says "Ew..." I'm thinking to myself that this must be the first encounter with this kind of parasite, and I'm hoping that they don't name it after me.
Gross.

Posted by: shinyx3 Nov 14 2007, 10:12 AM

jsmith, that is soooo ewwww! sorta funny too though.

Posted by: musicfit Nov 14 2007, 01:54 PM

This is unrelated to the topic of dreams, but sort of is.

The long defunct coffee shop where I got the coffee chicken? There is a new coffee shop in the same building called Rocket Star cafe. I have known about it for quite some time now. But last weekend when I went up to see my sister (she is going to WMU, the school where I earned my BA) and found that the new coffee shop was started and previously owned by my old best friend's (we are no longer friends) ex. I saw him working at the counter and non-chalantly said hi. I remember that we both used to frequent the Comet Cafe, so now it makes sense that the new coffee shop has a name and atmosphere so similar to the old cafe. My sister met this old friend when I was still in college and she was about 9 or 10. So she is very wierded out that the guy who owned it used to date my old best friend.

Posted by: shinyx3 Nov 14 2007, 10:11 PM

ok, so this is a dream i had about a week ago and it just sorta keep rolling around in my head. i have lost alot of the details but the main point of the dream is still vivid.

i was with my husband and my mom and i was just sitting and chatting with them. there was someone else that i didn't know tat was there and both my mother and my husband seemed a little down and not very chatty. the other person kept trying to tell me something and i was just ignoring him. untill he sort of got annoying so i turned to him and he said 'i came here to let you know that you are dead. they do not know you as yourself because you are dead. sometimes, spirits need to be told they are dead before they understand it.' then i suddenly realized he was right and my husband and mom had not been chatting with m much because they didn't know me and i was like, oh, so i'm dead. it wasn't scared or worried or anything. then i just drifted away. like i was weightless and didn't really have any matter to myself but somehow i still had my face. i also remember thinking that maybe my mom and husband were sad that i was dead and thinking that being dead didn't hurt and maybe then didn't need to be sad.

very odd dream. any interpretations? i don't think i have ever dreamed that i was dead before. but even more odd then that was that i was not at all upset that i was dead. just like, ok, i'm dead.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 16 2007, 06:07 PM

That is very odd. I don't know what to make of it, but it reminds me of a recurring motif that I have in my dreams. Did your mom and husband know you were there, could they see you? What happens sometimes in my dreams is I'll see a person or animal (primarily animals) that has died, but is still animated and normal-looking. They're there, I can see them, but it isn't quite them ("Delays", I call them). My understanding while I'm having the dream is that they were killed before "their number was up", so there's this remnant hanging around, and it will only disappear when the "time for them to die" is up. Those dreams are heartbreaking.
Night before last I had this dream that was a little unnerving, but funny:
I was rushing to my Chemistry class. I had skipped First Aid, so was taking a different route to get there. I was keenly aware of the time: it was a couple of minutes til ten. I was flipping out because I thought my instructor was going to give an on-time quiz, and I'd be too late. I ascended the first set of stairs, walked across the short landing, and found two other sets of stairs going off in opposite directions (only one set is there IRL). It didn't occur to me to not go up these stairs that I'd never seen before. I was desperate to get to class on time, and somehow forgot the way to the classroom (although it's very straightforward) so I randomly chose the new flight and went up them. At the top I realized that I'd chosen the wrong flight: I was in this huge warehouse-looking room. Along the wall to my left, the animal science students were butchering and packaging animals for the meat market. The rest of this vast room was occupied by the biology students. They were conducting autopsies, myriads of them! In front of the first row of tables (corpses in varying stages of decomp were laid out on them ) were these huge vats of infants suspended in formaldehyde. One student was poking a baby down into the liquid, and it kept buoying back up.
I never consciously left the front of the room, but I suddenly found myself in the middle of the autopsy area. Though I was very unnerved by all of this going on around me, I was still painfully aware of the time, and I just knew that my professor had given the class an on-time quiz, and that I had missed it. I managed to get back to the front of the room, ran down the non-existent stairs and up the correct ones, hauled ass down the hall, and burst into the classroom. Only it wasn't a classroom anymore, it was a high school gym. And I wasn't standing on the ground anymore, I was perched on the very top of a section of stacked bleachers. Wearing high-freakin-skinny-as-hell-heels. I thought to myself "Aw christ, how the HELL did this happen?" I climbed down very slowly and laboriously. When I got to the floor, I saw that the rest of my classmates were having a gym free-for-all (you know, when the coach has no agenda and the students are allowed to play whatever sport they want). I assumed that there had been no quiz, but wanted to make sure with the professor. I saw him sauntering about a few yards from me, and made my way to him. I began to explain why I was late, but forgot everything that happened after speaking only a few words. He looked pretty amused, and I was wondering why in the world we were in a high school gym.

Posted by: musicfit Nov 18 2007, 11:49 AM

That's interesting, jsmith.

I'm thinking of a dream I had this morning.

I was told by a doctor that my kidneys were functioning 30% below normal. She said, "It's just like a virus. You have to breathe clean air." So she had me put on oxygen. I had to breathe the clean air for a certain period of time (didn't know how long, I wanted to ask). I had gone off the oxygen to go to a coffee shop, then I went home and thought, "I can't wait until I go home, get on my oxygen, and watch Buffy." I said it out loud to my husband this morning and we both started cracking up.

Posted by: shinyx3 Nov 18 2007, 06:30 PM

jsmith, in my dream i thought they were talking to me but when i found out i was dead it seemed like they had just been talking to each other and i had mistaken it for knowing i was there and talking to me. very odd. i keep thinking about it too.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 21 2007, 01:03 PM

Are you feeling ignored, maybe?
NM, I'm not good at analyzing dreams, lol!
The other night I dreamt that my grandmother and I were visiting her sister (my great-aunt). I was in the shower, stepped out, and walked to look at myself in the mirror. Even though I had just got out of the shower, I was dry and completely clothed. But I wasn't paying so much attention to that, I was focusing on my face. It had erupted into angry dark red patches, moreso on the left side. On that same side there was a trail of these patches leading up to my eye. Both eyes looked pretty bad. The lids were slightly swollen and very red, and I stood there and watched as blood started welling up from under the lower rims. It pooled, and eventually so much accumulated that it started trickling down. My vision had become obstructed, so I felt my way over to the tub and sat on the edge. I wasn't freaked out by what was happening. I just thought to myself "You know you've been exposed to San Angelo water for too long whenever normal water starts to affect you adversely." I knew that it would all pass, the bleeding would stop and the patches would go away. And it did.
So I went into the living room where my grandmother and great-aunt were. They were standing at the window looking out at her horses. She walked to the other side of the room, and I stood by my grandmother, looking out. Then out of nowhere comes this tiger. It started chasing the horses, then decided to go after a chicken (she doesn't have chickens IRL). I yelled "Suzy! Grab a gun and come shoot this tiger!" I wanted to collect the teeth......
So she disappears for a moment and returns with a pistol. The glass in the window disappeared, she took aim, and brought the tiger down with one shot. I was wowed. But she started crying: she was upset at killing this animal, though she knew she had to do it.
For the rest of the dream, I was wondering if the thing was even really a tiger. Maybe it was some kind of hybrid. I couldn't figure it out, it was different than any other monstercat I'd ever seen.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 23 2007, 07:52 PM

I have to share this one, it's too damn funny not to.
I look out my front door and there's a man standing in the middle of the street. After looking at him for a moment I recognize him. He's someone I'm very attracted to (IRL. I'll call him C), so I walk over and strike up a conversation.
So we're having a pleasant chat, and some other man walks up. He's an acquaintance of C, so he butts in on the conversation. While this guy is running his mouth, I look at the ground. As far as the eye can see, there are sex toys.. OMG, all over the damn place! It was mainly vibrators and those true-to-life phalluses, but here and there I saw something a bit more exotic. And condoms, lots and lots of condoms. I had noticed all of this when I first walked outside, but it didn't strike me as odd until that moment. I tap C on the shoulder and say "Damn, look, there are sex toys all over the place... my gawd!" Apparently he hadn't noticed them until I said something, because he says "Whoa! I wonder what happened here last night!" "Looks like a colossal orgy" is my response. So he starts cracking jokes, and I'm getting flustered and jumpy because he keeps moving closer...
Eventually he gets so close that I can feel him pressed against me, and I'm heartily wishing that the other guy would go away.
So I'm pretty sure I know what that dream means

Posted by: shinyx3 Nov 25 2007, 08:41 PM

jsmith, that is one of those dreams you wish you had not woken up from cos it was gonna get reallllly good!

Posted by: jsmith Nov 27 2007, 04:42 PM

Isn't that the truth!

Posted by: edie52 Nov 28 2007, 05:39 AM

I have had 2 dreams in the past week that were the exact same: I'm looking in a mirror, naked, and one of my breasts looks different- deformed, like the nipple has moved and is closing in on itself. It's very disconcerting.

Do you think it's possible that it's my body telling me to get it checked out? Or am I being paranoid?

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Dec 1 2007, 07:32 AM

I had the worst dream of my life last night. It was positively the most scariest dream I’ve ever experienced.

There is a Big and Tall store for men in a shopping center near my mom’s house. Mr. Pug shops there from time to time. Well in my dream they started selling women’s clothing so I went there to see if they had anything nice. My mom dropped Mr. Pug and me off at the shopping center. I went into the store and basically they had two racks with these cute little shorts/tank tops sets. I found my size and went back to try them on. Mr. Pug left the store to go to the pizza shop where I was to meet him after I was done shopping.

So I’m walking back to the dressing room. There was only one and I guess men and women were supposed to share it. So this guy is following me and I’m thinking he’s going to try on clothes as well. I open the door to an individual dressing room and he follows me in. I turn around immediately on my guard and say to him, “Dude, I’m changing in this room can you go to another please.” He turns to me and says no and then demands that I hand over my purse. Without hesitation I give him my purse telling him that there is nothing in there but some cash that he can take. He takes the cash and the debit and credit cards. He pushes me up against the wall and three of his friends come in. All four of them take turns raping me. They didn’t beat me just kept me firmly shoved up against the wall. I was screaming for help and none of the people or cashiers outside the room would help me. It was like I was screaming and they couldn’t hear me. They just went about their business.

Afterwards, all four guys run from the room laughing. I pull myself together and walk to the cashier. She’s on the phone. She hangs up when she sees me and asks me what’s wrong. I’m crying, shaking and breathing heavily. I tell her that I was just raped by four men in the changing room. She says, “Oh, they come in here all the time. They are just silly boys.” I tell her that I don’t care and I want her to call the police because they raped me. She says, “Are you sure they weren’t just hitting on you?” I start to pick things up off the counter and throw them at her screaming at her to call the police. She tells to leave the store.

I walk out the front glass doors of the store and all four of the rapists are standing out there pointing and laughing at me. I walk down a few stores and there are two security guards standing on the corner. I walk up to them and they say, “Miss, are you okay?” I’m still shaking, crying and breathing erratically. They sit me down and ask me what happened. I tell them the story and they both look at one another and shake their heads. I asked what’s going on and they say, “This happens all the time.”

Now, IRL, two clerks at the Big and Tall were gunned down after closing the store for the night years ago and the case was never solved. It was a very sad and scary event in my area when it happened. Back to my dream.

So, the security guards inform me that this happens all the time and then they say, “We think this is why the clerks were gunned down all those years ago. We think a woman came in and was raped and the store did nothing about it. We think her husband, boyfriend or father came back and shot the two clerks who didn’t help her.”

So after telling me this story, the security guards start radioing to their partners and management that another rape has occurred. People start showing up and then they all just walk down and alleyway. I don’t see them again for the rest of my dream.

I get on the cell phone and call 911. The lady I’m talking too is listening to every word I’m saying and informs me that the police are very busy but they are on their way. She asks me if I’m alone and I tell her yes and she offers to stay on the phone with me until police arrive.

Meanwhile, this young executive type lady walks up to me. She’s short, brunette and in a brown suit. She says, “Are you Miss B.?” I nod. She continues, “I represent Big and Tall and we’d like to offer you a chance to buy whatever you’d like from our store at no charge.” The 911 lady on the phone is asking me who I’m talking to. I tell her it’s a representative from Big and Tall offering me a shopping experience a no charge to keep my mouth shut.

The 911 lady says, “Miss. B. I recommend you stop talking to her at once.”

I look at the Big and Tall executive woman and say, “No, absolutely not.”

She replies with, “Well, that is strike one.” and she turns on her heal and walks away. I yell at the 911 lady on the phone to get the police here right now and I hang up on her.

Next, Mr. Pug comes walking out of the pizza shop and sees me. He rushes to my side. Of course I start crying and shaking again. He asks what happened. I tell him everything. He leaves me and takes off running to the Big and Tall store. When he gets to it he whips open the door then slams it behind him shattering all the glass doors to the store. I can here him screaming all the way across the parking lot. The next thing I know police show up, handcuff him and put him in a car and take him away. I’m crying and for some reason I’m glued to the spot and unable to go and tell the police what happened.

Finally, I’m free and able to move and I walk down to the store and the rolling cage is down and the lights are out. The store is closed and it’s getting dark out.

Next, my mom pulls up in her car and sees me all upset. She asks what happened. I tell her everything. She says, “Well, it sounds like you did everything you’re supposed to do so let’s get going.” Flabbergasted at the entire day, I get in the car with her and we go home. Then I wake up.

I think the scariest part was when I realized this dude in the changing room was going to attack me. I immediately went into fight or flight mode. I remember bringing my knee back to knee him in the balls and putting my hands up to protect my face. I remember being so terrified at that moment. My stomach turned in my dream and I just felt so so scared. I’ve never had such a scary dream. I wish I knew why I dream terrible dreams like this.

Dreammoods.com says:

Rape

1) To dream that you have been raped, suggests a sadistic expression of sexual desire. You may be expressing an unconscious desire to be violated, conquered, or forced into forbidden territory.

2) It also indicates vengeful feelings toward the opposite sex.

3) Alternatively, it suggests that you are feeling violated in some way. Something or someone is jeopardizing your self-esteem and emotional well-being.

I guess it could be any of the three listed. Mr. Pugs and I are exploring BDSM. Also, I’m and engineering major and I’m usually the only girl in many of my classes. Dealing with men all day everyday since last January I can see how the opposite sex is pissing me off a bit. I haven’t been feeling too good about how I look lately. I just recently started really monitoring my eating habits and I think I’m starting to loose weight. I feel much better about myself already so I’m not feeling violated. My self-esteem and emotional well-being are fine.

It was such a strange dream. Sorry for the long post. If you can make it through reading this entire post I’d love to hear someone else’s opinion.

Posted by: jsmith Dec 1 2007, 02:46 PM

I'm sorry you had such a horrific dream, LoveMyPugs. I've had dreams where I'm helpless against some form of attack (never something as bad as rape, though). Usually when I dream that I'm being attacked and I can't do anything to ward off the threat, it's reflecting something IRL that I have no control over. But that's just me. Is there anything going on that's affecting you, but you're unable to control it?
An example of mine (not a nightmare, but it pissed me the hell off): I woke up one morning and this guy that I hate above all other things was in bed with me. Nothing had happened, just that my grandmother told him to get in bed with me the night before because she didn't want him driving home so late at night. I was mad as hell in the dream and long after I woke from it. The dream clearly was an expression of how bad it pisses me off that she maintains a friendship with this asshole and sings his praises, knowing full well that I hate the fucker and don't want to see/hear/hear about him. But, I can't control what she does.
And I have a general question for any/everyone, something for my own enlightenment: When you're having a bad dream and you're afraid, is the fear far more compounded than you think it would be if whatever situation was happening IRL?

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Dec 2 2007, 09:29 AM

when i woke from that dream i was really upset. I told Mr. Pug about it and I felt alittle better. We were so busy running around yesterday that it finally left my mind. Mr. Pug teases me that I'm such a horn ball that I'm dreaming about taking on four guys. He says things like this just to make me smile and I did. Well, thanks for your reply. I wasn't expecting anyone to because it was such a long post. I appreciate it.

I do have a lot on my plate right now as well. School semester ending and it's crunch time, a wedding to attend in a week, just getting over a cold, period on it's way, starting a new diet and well that's about it but that's a lot. I just need to take it easy when I have down time.

Thanks again for the response.

Pugs!

Posted by: jsmith Dec 2 2007, 10:37 AM

Glad you feel better!

Posted by: jsmith Dec 3 2007, 02:26 PM

I've noticed another recurring motif: walking boldly into strangers' houses, without knocking. I seem to do this fairly often in dreams. Maybe I'm taking too many liberties with others? I can't think of anything I've done that can be construed as that, but that seems to be the most logical interpretation.
I had one of those dreams last night, actually. There's a certain route that I take to get home from classes, every day. I never deviate from it. So I was driving home, then suddenly I was walking. My car had disappeared, but it wasn't such a big deal. I was a little annoyed at having to walk such a distance, and more annoyed by all the cars driving by me. I was thinking "This is embarrassing!" But I was getting pretty close to home, so I just kept going.
At the street where I normally turn at, I saw someone pull into their driveway. It was getting pretty dark, so I couldn't see what the people getting out looked like. I thought I recognized the silhouette of one of the people, but didn't pay too much attention. I rounded the corner, and the guy I thought I recognized fell into step beside me, lighting a cigarette. Turns out he was one of my professors (professors seem to turn up in my dreams a lot). I was glad for company, though neither of us really spoke. He stayed with me for a little while, as I burst into these houses, breaking stuff, and destroying fences whenever I couldn't easily open them (I should add that they all looked like they had already been knocked down, and then were mended very poorly. And these houses made a straight line toward my own house, so basically I was just cutting a straight path to get home).
Normally when I dream that I'm waltzing into strangers' houses, I'm by myself, and I kind of come to myself and realize what I'm doing in the middle of it all. Sometimes I'm just a little put off by my own behavior, sometimes I couldn't care less. In this dream, there were no people in the houses. The entire area seemed to be deserted.
My walking companion suddenly spoke: "What about them?"
Me:"Who's them?"
Him: "My family."
I didn't know what he meant, so I just said "Oh, well, I haven't met them, but I'm sure they're lovely."
My answer must have satisfied him, because he didn't say anything else. A few minutes later he said that he had to go back, that they would wonder where he went off to. I was sorry to lose his company, but didn't argue.
So he was gone, and I found myself back at the corner where I first saw them. Several yards ahead of me was my brother, and all of our pets. I went to them, and suddenly I was back in my car, my brother in the passenger seat, and most of the pets in the back. I was so glad that I didn't have to walk anymore.

Posted by: jsmith Dec 3 2007, 02:26 PM

I've noticed another recurring motif: walking boldly into strangers' houses, without knocking. I seem to do this fairly often in dreams. Maybe I'm taking too many liberties with others? I can't think of anything I've done that can be construed as that, but that seems to be the most logical interpretation.
I had one of those dreams last night, actually. There's a certain route that I take to get home from classes, every day. I never deviate from it. So I was driving home, then suddenly I was walking. My car had disappeared, but it wasn't such a big deal. I was a little annoyed at having to walk such a distance, and more annoyed by all the cars driving by me. I was thinking "This is embarrassing!" But I was getting pretty close to home, so I just kept going.
At the street where I normally turn at, I saw someone pull into their driveway. It was getting pretty dark, so I couldn't see what the people getting out looked like. I thought I recognized the silhouette of one of the people, but didn't pay too much attention. I rounded the corner, and the guy I thought I recognized fell into step beside me, lighting a cigarette. Turns out he was one of my professors (professors seem to turn up in my dreams a lot). I was glad for company, though neither of us really spoke. He stayed with me for a little while, as I burst into these houses, breaking stuff, and destroying fences whenever I couldn't easily open them (I should add that they all looked like they had already been knocked down, and then were mended very poorly. And these houses made a straight line toward my own house, so basically I was just cutting a straight path to get home).
Normally when I dream that I'm waltzing into strangers' houses, I'm by myself, and I kind of come to myself and realize what I'm doing in the middle of it all. Sometimes I'm just a little put off by my own behavior, sometimes I couldn't care less. In this dream, there were no people in the houses. The entire area seemed to be deserted.
My walking companion suddenly spoke: "What about them?"
Me:"Who's them?"
Him: "My family."
I didn't know what he meant, so I just said "Oh, well, I haven't met them, but I'm sure they're lovely."
My answer must have satisfied him, because he didn't say anything else. A few minutes later he said that he had to go back, that they would wonder where he went off to. I was sorry to lose his company, but didn't argue.
So he was gone, and I found myself back at the corner where I first saw them. Several yards ahead of me was my brother, and all of our pets. I went to them, and suddenly I was back in my car, my brother in the passenger seat, and most of the pets in the back. I was so glad that I didn't have to walk anymore.

Posted by: jsmith Dec 3 2007, 02:26 PM

I've noticed another recurring motif: walking boldly into strangers' houses, without knocking. I seem to do this fairly often in dreams. Maybe I'm taking too many liberties with others? I can't think of anything I've done that can be construed as that, but that seems to be the most logical interpretation.
I had one of those dreams last night, actually. There's a certain route that I take to get home from classes, every day. I never deviate from it. So I was driving home, then suddenly I was walking. My car had disappeared, but it wasn't such a big deal. I was a little annoyed at having to walk such a distance, and more annoyed by all the cars driving by me. I was thinking "This is embarrassing!" But I was getting pretty close to home, so I just kept going.
At the street where I normally turn at, I saw someone pull into their driveway. It was getting pretty dark, so I couldn't see what the people getting out looked like. I thought I recognized the silhouette of one of the people, but didn't pay too much attention. I rounded the corner, and the guy I thought I recognized fell into step beside me, lighting a cigarette. Turns out he was one of my professors (professors seem to turn up in my dreams a lot). I was glad for company, though neither of us really spoke. He stayed with me for a little while, as I burst into these houses, breaking stuff, and destroying fences whenever I couldn't easily open them (I should add that they all looked like they had already been knocked down, and then were mended very poorly. And these houses made a straight line toward my own house, so basically I was just cutting a straight path to get home).
Normally when I dream that I'm waltzing into strangers' houses, I'm by myself, and I kind of come to myself and realize what I'm doing in the middle of it all. Sometimes I'm just a little put off by my own behavior, sometimes I couldn't care less. In this dream, there were no people in the houses. The entire area seemed to be deserted.
My walking companion suddenly spoke: "What about them?"
Me:"Who's them?"
Him: "My family."
I didn't know what he meant, so I just said "Oh, well, I haven't met them, but I'm sure they're lovely."
My answer must have satisfied him, because he didn't say anything else. A few minutes later he said that he had to go back, that they would wonder where he went off to. I was sorry to lose his company, but didn't argue.
So he was gone, and I found myself back at the corner where I first saw them. Several yards ahead of me was my brother, and all of our pets. I went to them, and suddenly I was back in my car, my brother in the passenger seat, and most of the pets in the back. I was so glad that I didn't have to walk anymore.

Posted by: kittenb Dec 4 2007, 11:25 AM

eide - I think it's possible. No harm in checking, anyway.

LMP - that sounds awful. I have had dreams like that and they stay with me for hours. It is so hard to shake that kind of fear. As for the interpretations, I don't really care for translations 1 or 2 but 3 sounds like a possibility. It seems significent that so many people in the dream were disregarding you and your experience. Are you feeling ignorned and invalidated lately? Good luck figuring it out.

I dreamed last night that I was drawing a pretty landscape picture with crayons. It was a wide open plains area with a large tree in the center. Right in front of the tree there was a circular depression in the ground, kind of like a fairy ring. I drew the grass to look like mid-summer. Then I decided to add some yellow colors so that it would look like the grass had been dying but was now coming back. Then, just when I got it the perfect color, I added brick red paint in big streaks that obscured everything. It was supposed to help but it really just covered up the picture. In the dream I was irritated that I lost the picture but I appreciated the color and texture of the paint and even tried making a different tree with it. Overall, the dream felt good and creative although it showed how I tend to fuss too much with things I am trying to create. "If I just added this...and then a little of this...etc." Now that I am writing this down, the dream seems like a pretty direct parallel to the relationship I am in and where I was with it last night.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Dec 4 2007, 11:52 AM

kittenb - yeah maybe i'm feeling a bit ignored lately. not sure though.

i had another bad dream last night. it was one of those unspecific dreams where i'm not sure where i was, what i was doing or what brought on the conversation in the dream but pretty much in the dream Mr. Pug told me he was leaving me. He wouldn't go into details just that we were done and there was nothing I could do to change his mind. I remember feeling like someone just stabbed me in the chest. I woke up very upset, sad and scared. My parents are staying with us this week so I didn't want to get up and go downstairs and have some tea and disturb everyone else in the house. So I was lying there just going over it in my head trying to get myself together and I looked over at Mr. Pug who was sound asleep. I desperately wanted him to hold me because I was sad and scared. I didn't want to wake him cause I knew he had to get up in an hour. Almost like he read my mind he lifted his blanket and told me to move back against him (to spoon) and he held me for the last hour of his sleep. As soon as I was in his warm embrace I feel right back to sleep and slept soundly for the rest of the night. I didn't tell him about it this morning because everyone was rushing around getting ready for work and all. Maybe I'll tell him about it tonight and maybe I won't. He's got bowling tonight and won't be getting home until late.

The bad dreams need to stop. I'm sick of them. Tired of waking up unreasted and upset. I think it's just everything that is going on right now. School is getting ready to end for the semester and I'm rushing around trying to get prepared for finals and finishing homework and projects. My parents are staying with me for the week. My periods getting ready to start. I have a wedding to go to on Saturday. I'm dieting again. I guess my mind is just racing at night. Hopefully, I'll sleep well tonight.

Thanks for listening everyone.

Sweet Dreams

Posted by: shinyx3 Dec 4 2007, 02:12 PM

pugs, i think bad dreams are a sign of stress. when i first moved back to the US i had left a pretty shitty marriage. i was scared that i would not make it on my own and that i was going to totally screw up shinyboy because i took him away from his dad. anyway, i was really stressed. i would have horrible nightmares almost every night. mainly with one theme, me being repeatedly held down and raped by my ex. it was like i couldn't get away from the dreams. them when the divorce went through it was almost like a switch was turned of on those dreams and i quit having them. i do still have them sometimes but not very often any more. and i don't wake up screaming any more. and it is only when i am really stressed about something.

on the dreams of the one you love leaving . . . i hate those, cos they feel so real. i wake up all upset, then sometimes i actually feel made at hubby for leaving me, or cheating or what ever the dream was even though irl we are doing great. he is always baffled by this, but is good about reassuring me anyway.

Posted by: edie52 Dec 4 2007, 02:58 PM

Pugs, that is so damn sweet that Mr. P read your mind like that. Jeebus. Almost made me cry. But boo for the bad dreams. I've had a few about my boyfriend, usually he's with another girl and trying to act like nothing's going on, even though it's obvious they're together. I tell him about the dreams, and he gets kind of upset, saying that he would never do such a thing, and he doesn't understand why I have them. I told him it obviously stems from my insecurity. What he doesn't know is that it also has to do with my feelings about a female friend of his...

I had a really disturbing dream the other night. I was sitting in the bathtub slicing my face with a razor blade. Slow, precise, thin cuts, 2 down each cheek and 2 across my forehead. Then I went upstairs and it was Christmas, and my Dad was sitting there alone surrounded by gifts.

Whoa, as I was writing that I think I may have figured it out. My Dad really wants to take care of me and make sure I have everything I need, but I'm conflicted about letting him because I think I'm old enough and should be able to do it on my own. Also, on a deeper level, I'm not sure I deserve it, and these feelings of not deserving his love are really self-destructive.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Dec 4 2007, 07:56 PM

shinyx3 - i think you are right on the money when you say it's stress. my family always stresses me out and they are staying with me right now. although i don't physically feel stressed out i know just having them here moving about my house is internally stressful. plus all the other things going on.

the dreams about your ex raping you must have been terrible. i've never had a rape dream until the other night and i can tell you it was extreamly intense. very scary.

i too have had dreams about mr. pug leaving or cheating and woken up mad at him. i mean really mad at him. he had a dream months ago of me going down on a friend of his. he was angry at his friend the whole day. i mean he didn't want to see him. isn't that funny how our minds work.

edie52 - that razor blade dream is crazy. www.dreammoods.com says

Razor
To see a razor in your dream, suggests that there is a situation or problem that you need to smooth out.

Cutting
To dream that you are cutting something, signifies a broken relationship or severed connection. To dream that you are cutting yourself, indicates that you are experiencing some overwhelming turmoil or problems in your waking life. You are trying to disconnect yourself from the unbearable pain you are experiencing.

Christmas
To dream of Christmas, symbolizes family togetherness, reunions, and celebration. It is also representative of new beginnings and fresh starts. Consider also your own associations with this holiday.

Gift
To see a pile of gifts, symbolizes unutilized or unrecognized skills and talents.

Father
To see your father in your dream, symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father.

Sounds to me like you might be on the right track with your self reflection there.

I know I'm going to sound like a parent when I say this but just because you are old enough to do things on your own doesn't mean you always can. I lean on Mr. Pug so much. I think that is why I dream these dreams of him leaving me. I worry that someday he'll get tired of "taking care" of me. I try so hard to be there for him in every way I can but to everyone around us I think it looks like he does more. I feel like I just don't contribute to the relationship the way he does. He'd say this is not true and ridiculous but I still worry.

Posted by: dj-bizmonkey Dec 6 2007, 12:41 PM

i had a wierd dream last night that involved hollywood to some degree.

first off, do y'all remember that bizarro movie 'Legend' with tom cruise, tim curry and ferris buellers girlfriend (i can't remember her name but she's foxy..)

anyway, in my dream the head hobgoblin from 'legend', i think his name was blix, was in league with the mother alien from 'aliens.' the alien was invading my old primary school which was also a space ship and i had to find a way to stop her. but blix caught me and gave me a series of nasty stab wounds all over my back, slashing up and down my arms too. it was weird, because i was bleeding all over the place but i don't remember being particulary afraid of him or in pain. i just kind of pushed him off and went to fight the alien, who's ass i kicked, bloody arms and all. i led her into the gym and pummeled her face in with a giant metal garbage can (ala oscar the grouch). i dunno what all that means. it was so strange to have all those wounds, but not be afraid or in pain. and i kept waking up and slipping back into it. it was what i generally call, a stress dream.

Posted by: shinyx3 Dec 6 2007, 12:48 PM

wow, that is truely interestig. no idea what to make of it though.

Posted by: dj-bizmonkey Dec 6 2007, 12:51 PM

it was really strange, kind of an un-nightmare. all the components you would expect to make it scary, but it wasn't at all. kind of like 'evil dead.' stupidly gorey, but not frightening at all.

Posted by: jsmith Dec 7 2007, 08:20 PM

Had a high school dream last night. It involved a walking-dead South Park character, me and my best friend hauling ass to lunch in order to have enough time, and aforementioned best friends' dad getting up on a platform and telling EVERYONE off during the 5 minute passing period.

Posted by: kiss_the_fiddler Dec 9 2007, 06:30 AM

Gees. Just woke up in an absolute sweat. Terrified. In my dream, everybody I knew was a trick. Kept being put in dangerous situations or being threatened by the people who were supposed to be protecting me. And even the police were a trick. Even the police weren't really there to help. Everybody was on the other side. I could not find anyone safe to help me. I was responsible for a couple of younger children.

Since becoming pregnant, I've been having very vivid dreams every night. Hmmm. . .

fiddler

Posted by: edie52 Dec 9 2007, 07:56 AM

Fiddler- I've heard that pregnant women have very vivid dreams, and that they vary depending on the stage of pregnancy. I think it's supposed to be little fuzzy things in the first trimester, worries about the motherhood in the second, and whales in the third! There's probably more to it that I'm not aware of, I've never been pregnant.

Posted by: shinyx3 Dec 9 2007, 09:32 AM

oh, man did i have vivid dreams while preggers. so much so that i sometimes felt like the dream was real. they were often bizarro and strange too, but still felt real.

Posted by: jsmith Dec 13 2007, 07:39 PM

The other night I dreamt that this horrible guy lived next door to me. He had a lot of doberman pinschers that he was so rough on: he wouldn't feed them, he hit them, etc.
I was standing in my front yard and I saw one of the dogs standing on the roof. He jumped off and oriented himself in such a way to ensure that he landed on his head. It was apparent to me that he was trying to kill himself by breaking his own neck. The fall didn't kill him, so he went to try to get on the roof again. I remembered all the other dogs that had done this so I ran over to him and made him lie down, and started petting him. I heard the guy open his front door, so I quickly took the dog back to my house. In the dream I was a young teen and I knew someone would tell me to take the dog back, so I took measures to conceal him.
The dream continued (hazily) for a little while, and eventually I found myself talking to my dad. He was telling me that he found the dog in my brothers' room, so he put him in the garage. When he went to check on him later, he found the poor thing had leapt from a stack of boxes, and was dead from a broken neck .

Posted by: shinyx3 Dec 14 2007, 02:12 PM

i had a totally crazy dream the other night. i was picking up shinyboy from taekwondo but it was in the middle of a field. so i had to take a dirt road to get there. i also had my baby with me ony he was really small (maybe five lbs or so. irl he is about 15lbs) i had put baby in a plastic dish of warm canned beans. and he kept sliding down so i had bean juice all over my hands from sitting him back up again. as we were all leaving the field, a haloween witch (long, stringy hair, witch hat, ragged skirt etc.) kept following us and laughing a witch laugh. the witch wasn't all that scary but i was upset by the whole thing and baby kept slipping into the beans. shinyboy kept telling me to get ahold of myself. he was sorta just shaking his head at me. then i picked up baby out of the beans, set him on my lap, and gunned the motor to get away from the witch but she kept tapping on my rear window and laughing. then i woke up cause baby was crying. very strange dream though.

jmith, you see to dream about animals often.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Dec 14 2007, 04:36 PM

shinyx3 - here is some help interpreting that dream.

Field
To see green fields in your dream, symbolizes great abundance, freedom, and happiness. You may also be going through a period of personal growth. Alternatively, this dream may simply be an expression for your love of nature. To see freshly plowed fields in your dream, signifies growth, early rise to wealth and fortunate advancements to places of honor. To see dead or barren fields, signifies lack, pessimism and your jaded prospects for the future.

Road
To see a road in your dream, indicates your sense of direction and pursuit of your goals. To see a winding and bumpy road in your dream, signifies that will find many obstacles and setbacks toward your goals. You may be met with unexpected difficulties. If the road is dark, then it reflects the darker or more frightening choices which you have made or are making. To see a smooth road bordered by green trees and flowers, denotes a steady progress and steady climb up the social ladder. If the road is straight and narrow, then it means that your path to success is going according as planned. To see an unknown road in your dream, signifies that you new project will cause more grief than it is worth and a waste of time. To dream that a threatening creature is on a road, parallels a hostile situation/person you are encountering in your waking life. It is an obstacle that you need to overcome, no matter how intimidating the situation or person may appear.

Baby
To see a baby in your dream, signifies innocence, warmth and new beginnings.� Babies may symbolize something in your own inner nature which is pure, vulnerable, and/or uncorrupted.

Beans
To see or eat beans in your dream, signifies your connection to your roots and to humanity. Consider what binds you to your community.� Alternatively, beans are symbolic of the soul and of immortality. They also relate to fertility.

Witch
To see a witch in your dream, represents evil, destructive, and dangerous feminine forces.� It may point to your negative ideas of the feminine and your experiences with heartless women.�Alternatively, a witch is symbolic of goodness, power and enchantment.

Husband
To see your husband in your dream, signifies your relationship with your husband and the unconscious feelings you have towards him.

Posted by: shinyx3 Dec 14 2007, 07:06 PM

the field was stubble like harvested wheat. the road was gravel and straight. i am not sure but most of those seem pretty far off. thanks though.

Posted by: jsmith Feb 8 2008, 10:46 PM

I keep thinking about this dream I had last night. I was in a tat/piercing parlor, about to get pierced (don't know what I was going to pierce). I changed my mind, thinking I would get a tattoo instead. One of the artists turned on a computer and brought up this database showing pictures of all the tattoos they had done. I was set on getting a tattoo of either a snake or an ivy, on either my arm or neck. I wanted to search through their database, but the computer was going sooooo slow. When I finally got results for my search, I wasn't impressed with their work so I didn't get anything done.
I'm sure that if I ever were to get a tattoo, it would be of something graceful. Ivys and snakes are certainly graceful. But I'm wondering if my fixation on them in the dream meant anything?
After I got out of class this morning, I took a nap and had this wierd, vivid dream. I was watching "Frasier". In the episode, Frasier and Roz were walking into an apartment. They were very morose because Daphne had died. Roz was especially upset because Daphne was her 'best friend' (?). She started talking about how upsetting her death was. She got so worked up over it that she had a heart attack and died. I was sitting there thinking 'What the hell is this all about? This is a comedy show, why are the main characters dying like this??' Then I thought 'Maybe this is one of those stupid dream sequences sitcoms sometimes have, and nobody's really dead.' Maybe I've been watching too much TV.
Well, the dream went on. The TV disappeared, and a mother and her kids were suddenly there. Then we were all in a car, trying to get away from zombies. Some people in my city had somehow become zombies, and were rapidly zombie-fying others. Very soon, there were only 3 people who were not infected: Me, my dad, and some other woman. The sun had come up, and all the zombies seemed to take no notice of us in the daylight. I knew we'd have to find some structure to hole up in for when night came, so I ran down this street toward an abandoned building. I came up on this dog and saw people lying dead around it, nooses around their necks. The dog saw me, and bit down on another length of rope lying on the ground. He pulled on it, and zombies suddenly noticed I was there and started chasing me. I ran to the end of the street and saw a bunch of kayaks propped up against a wall. I decided that I'd hide under one, and if any of them found me I'd shoot them (I discovered that I had a gun equipped with a silencer).
It only occurred to me at that moment that a dog was controlling these people. Can you imagine?

Posted by: treehugger Feb 23 2008, 06:38 PM

Okay, a little background before I tell you my dream....my father has been dead since 1999, and my mother has been deteriorating since then and is now in a nursing home with Alzheimers. She is not doing well and doesn't recognize any of us as who we are (she thinks us, her kids, are her parents)

So, I had a dream that my brother called me and said, "dad came to take Mom home." And I knew it'd be the last time I ever saw Mom, cause she was going Home..

So I went to say goodbye and we were back in the house I grew up in with the ratty green couch and mom was sitting on the couch, and in the wheelchair and not doing well.

And dad appeared and landed on the couch.

And he was just a head. No body. Just a decapitated head. But it didn't freak me out. Dad (just the head, mind you, ) started talking to Mom about "c'mon, Del, (her name is Delna) you know it's time to come home...." over and over.

I keep feeling like it was a premonition and I keep waiting for the phone to ring and my brother to be on the line telling me that Mom's gone.

It's weird. I hope it WAS a premonition.

I fear that it was not.

Posted by: kittenb Feb 24 2008, 12:16 PM

jsmith - it alwaya amuses/annoys me when I dream about tv characters. It makes me feel like I watch too much tv. Your zombie dream sounded scary.
tree - that dream sounded to me like your mom was being well taken care of.

I dreamed last night that my mother started to come to the Bust boards. She got offended by some troll and started to post responses using colorful fonts and tons of smiley icons. I was so embarressed worrying that someone would realize she was my mother.

Posted by: deschatsrouge Feb 25 2008, 01:19 PM

I had a dream about an onion the size of a cantaloupe it was perfectly round and the skin was a perfectly smooth and even. I dreamed it bought it at the grocery store and I felt so lucky to find such a big perfect onion. I went home julienned the entire thing caramelized it in a skillet and ate it. I woke up craving onion.

Posted by: jsmith Feb 28 2008, 01:08 PM

I know I watch too much TV!
Treehugger, that dream sounds downright scary!
This morning I had a creepy dream, and was pretty shaken up when I woke from it (and I was doing so good, it had been quite a while since the last one).
I had been asleep and woke up to find a man in my bed. I looked closely at him and realized it was my grandfather (not a real-life grandfather. The only grandfather I knew died back in '02). I thought "Oh, he just wants to be near a family member" and went back to sleep. I woke up again a little later and found that I had these white cards with locks of hair secured to them lying on my stomach. There were scissors beside me, and I cut off the locks of hair (they were mine from when I was an infant), thinking 'Oh, they'll just get ruined anyway'. I did this while still laying on my back. When I was finished, I pushed everything off of me, took off my headphones (they had appeared on my head), and got up. I looked over at the person who had been next to me: it wasn't my grandfather anymore, it had turned into some random woman. She was tall, wearing black underwear and a black bra, and had on a vivid red wig which was beginning to slip off of her head. Her eyes were half open and her skin looked blotchy. She was clearly dead, and I ran out of my room. I went to the kitchen and saw my dad, grandmother, and brother. I went up to my dad and told him "There's a woman in my bed! Some random woman! And I think she's dead!" A look of comprehension came over his face, and he said "She probably is dead. That would explain everything that's been going on this morning." I asked what was going on that was so noteworthy, and he said "Everyone's been really incompetent, screwing up on the simplest things". I thought 'I suppose that makes sense. Some random dead stranger suddenly appears in a house and things start to come apart.' Then I bellowed "WHY did she have to show up in my room? Somebody get her out of there!"

Posted by: treehugger Apr 23 2008, 05:58 PM

God, I hate to keep posting creepy dreams.

But I had one last night that is STILL bothering me, fourteen hours after I woke up. (I even know exactly how long it's been)

Okay. This is really morbid and weird. Just warning you.

This was kind of an observer dream...I wasnt' taking part in the action, I was just observing, like you would if you were watching TV. But REAL tv.

There was a group of about six women. I recognized them as being women I had encountered before, or seen before. I for whatever reason knew that this was a group of women who were extreme masochists...as in they got their rocks off, or thought it was their duty, I'm not sure which, but to seek out partners who would EXTREMELY abuse them. I'm not talking spankings and handcuffs. I am talking that these women were disfigured physically, permanently, from this. And they were sitting in a group talking, sort of like they were on a talk show, or maybe I was eavesdropping on a support group...most of their faces were gone, the skin was peeling off their faces and you could see their brains and bones. Except that under their skin it sort of looked like, just gray brain-ish material. One's face sort of kept flopping open when she'd talk and she'd have to grab the big flap of skin and hold it down so she could talk. One of them wasn't so bad but her eye was hanging out of its socket. And they were just sitting talking about the fact that they knew it was killing them but it felt so good at the time...just sort of talking matter of factly. And I knew they had been beaten to the edge of life. Like what you read about in afghanistan, or worse.

And the part that really got my gut, was there was one woman who was just contorted in pain, she was sobbing because it hurt so badly (physically, was the focus) that her face was gone, and it hadn't healed yet and was still painful, and she was so full of despair and regret and self loathing that she had allowed this to happen to her, but knowing that it was her path in life....and it was so intense and so REAL. And the rest of the women were kind of matter of fact about it, which was also awful.

And this dream has haunted me since I woke up this morning. I read a year ago or so, about a man who had a fantasy of being eaten by a cannibal...and he met up with a guy who actually did it, and this is sort of what this dream is reminding me of.

(shudder)

Told Bear about this dream, and he said, "no wonder you haven't been able to orgasm lately, there are demons in there".

(I really HAVE been having sexual difficulties lately)

I wonder if some of this has to do with my mother?

Posted by: dusty Apr 23 2008, 06:54 PM

For years after my mother died, I would dream of getting really, really angry at her and hitting her. Anger much?

Posted by: jsmith Apr 23 2008, 09:13 PM

Whoa, Treehugger, I can well imagine that you're haunted. I wouldn't know what to make of that, not knowing you in real life, but I hope you can sort it out.
Sometimes when I have a disturbing dream like that, I can think of nothing that might cause it. I chalk it up to more-than-what's-typical brain activity that happens to manifest in a (really) shocking fashion.
Or, maybe there's something you've been ignoring or putting on the back burner that's now demanding your attention, and that needs to be recognized and dealt with?
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Last night was strange for me. I woke up 2 1/2 hours before my alarm clock was supposed to go off (and had a hard time getting back to sleep), I was hot as hell, and I had some very strange dreams. The only one I can remember was kind of creepy, not really dawning on me that it was weird until I woke up. I dreamt that I was waking up. All seemed real, there was no crazy, illogical dream happenings. I had to get ready for class, so I sat up and reached around for my hair. I found it was in a braid, and there was one of those stress clips pinning my bangs to the base of the braid on the left side. I thought, wait a minute, I didn't braid my hair or clip my bangs before going to bed... who the hell did this? I got up and went to the door, and got that I-stood-up-too-fast haze. I blacked out and woke up for real. My brother had come in and was looking for my car keys. He came up to me and said he needed them, then said my name, thinking I didn't hear him. I bellowed "WHAT! They're on the door." I've never really become ugly with someone for waking me, lol. It's funny, I was half-way thinking about yelling at him, but I didn't actually make the decision to do it, it just happened. It wasn't a good night or morning, lol.

Posted by: kittenb Apr 30 2008, 04:29 PM

Tree, that dream sounds fascinating. Terrifying, but fascinating. So much symbolism.

I dreamed last night that I had to assinate all of the characters in The Big Lebowski. I have never even seen that movie.

Posted by: treehugger Apr 30 2008, 04:56 PM

Yeah...it still creeps me out. One thing I'm able to articulate now that I couldn't the day I posted this...because upon reflection I must say there was the definite feeling that these women, not so much wanted to be HURT, as in feeling pain, although they knew it was a byproduct, but they wanted to LOOK hurt. They had wanted their partners to mutilate them OUTWARDLY. Sort of like being branded, or being taken ownership of, or something. and they were willing to pay the price.

I'm really interested in people's interpretations. Cause I still remember it which means it really made an impression on me. Yuck.

Posted by: kittenb May 1 2008, 07:33 AM

WARNING: I may be projecting my own issues here but this is what that would all mean to me...

Treehugger, it may be that you view those women as your way to say, "Look at me! Really see me. I am NOT as okay as you all think that I am. I have scars, I hurt and I feel fucked up and I want someone to respect that for a change."

The reason I write this is because I have often envied people with noticable scars b/c at least they didn't have to pretend that nothing was wrong. It was obvious that something at some point had been wrong for them.

Posted by: auralpoison May 1 2008, 04:15 PM

This left me with a very unsettled feeling.

I dreamt that I got so drunk that I lost HOURS of my life. It started with me falling out of a hotel room door in just a white t shirt. I looked down the hall & saw a hotel guest come out of his room. I tried to get back in my room, but it was locked. So I started tugging the t shirt, trying to keep my ass & my Britney under control. I managed to make my way to the hotel lobby & I found all my stuff (iPod, car keys, Chapstick, etc. Oddly, no pants.) on a table. I asked the concierge where I was & what the hell was going on. He tells me that I came in this way, I didn't have a room, they just let me wander around until I sobered up a bit. Which took three hours. I wandered into the hotel bar still trying to not appear nearly nude when I ran into my friend N & his crazy gf. They are surprised to see me & I tell them my story. They offered to take me home. I walked five or so blocks with them, still trying not to flash anybody. That's when I woke up.

I was horrifed to say the least. I do get my odd drink on, but I don't get so drunk that I wind up someplace I don't recall. How/where did I get so drunk? Why did they not call the cops? Whose room was I in? Why was I forced out? And where were my goddamned pants?!

Posted by: jsmith May 20 2008, 03:49 PM

This morning I had a weird dream that tops all of the other weird dreams I've ever had. If anyone can give me some insight as to what it may mean (or maybe it was meaningless nonsense) I'd appreciate it.

I was at home, there were some people there, one of them being my uncle who lives 5 hours away IRL. Somebody whipped out a knife and stabbed me. The wound was very deep, toward my right side, and was just medial to the ribcage (close to the midline). I looked at the placement and figured that the knife probably pierced my liver, though the wound wasn't bleeding all that much. My brother called 911, but instead of waiting for the paramedics to get there, I decided that I'd meet them in the street. When I got outside there were ambulances going all over the place. I was amazed that so many people were in need of immediate medical attention. However, an ambulance never arrived for me. My uncle was there with me, and I decided that the only way I could get to a hospital was to walk. When I got to one, I walked inside, but was on the 3rd floor instead of the ground. Strange. Suddenly more family appeared, and I got on an elevator and went to the first floor.

When I got to the emergency room, a very friendly looking black nurse told me to come to the back. I followed her, and saw some very grim sights: There were no rooms, only partitions, and in one of them was a blonde headed crime investigator. She was sitting at a small table examining the head (no body in sight) of a young-old blonde-headed woman. It looked, somehow, deflated. In the next partitioned area was a black man who looked like a zombie out of the Night of the Living Dead movies. He looked terrible, and I was very unsettled to find myself in a close area with someone who looked like he should already be dead. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a doctor (she looked a lot like the nurse who had called me in: same hair do, same build, similar facial features). She approached the man and asked how he was feeling, what she could do for him today. I spotted the nurse, and darted over to her (there was very little pain coming from my wound, so I could move pretty easily).

I sat down at a long table with her and told about what had happened. I lifted up my shirt so she could see the wound. It looked really bad: there was a lot of discoloration and coagulated blood surrounding the entrance. She sent for someone to take me to a surgeon. While I waited, I looked over at the Night of the Living Dead guy, and heard someone using a copier. The noise it made sounded almost musical (in a mechanical way). I tried to block out the sound, because I knew that any time I heard another copier I'd remember these horrifying sights. Despite all that, I was feeling better since something was finally going to be done, and a couple of other nurses (a tall white guy and a young black woman) arrived and had me get on a gurney. Only one of them got on the elevator with me (and what an elevator! It was huge, had buttons with strange symbols all over the damn place, and the nurse was new so she had to stop and think about how to work it). When she got me on the appropriate floor she summoned the doctor. He arrived shortly, a young-to-middle-aged hispanic fellow, and asked to see the wound. I showed him, and took a look at it myself. It had become even worse! It was bleeding again, bulging, and something solid was pushing out of it... something that looked terribly like a liver.

He asked me about the pain, I told him it was very minimal, and he informed me that I probably had liver damage (I figured that from the beginning) and that part of it would probably have to come out. He had the staff prep the surgical room, and I removed all my jewelry (grudgingly, as I was sure the holes would close) and put on the gown he gave me. My family suddenly appeared again. I followed the doctor toward the surgical room, and we stopped in this other room that was covered in small round depressions filled with water. As I walked in circles around the depressions, he told me what he would do and what to expect when I woke up. As all of this was happening in the watery pitted room, I simultaneously was waking up from the surgery.

Then I woke up IRL. I was feeling the same brand of stress that I felt in the dream.
Being a very late sleeper, I dozed off again and had a couple of other strange dreams, but I'll stop here, as this is already a pretty long post.

Posted by: musicfit May 31 2008, 05:31 PM

Wow. I have to say that is an impressive dream. I wish there was some way I could give you advice about the meaning, but I really have no idea. It does seem like something right out of Buffy. I could imagine the whole seen unfolding in front of me as I read your post.

I had a very strange dream last night. I was staying in this small room that was almost small enough to be a bathroom. Whenever I tried to get up, there was a rat that would run over to my foot and bite it. It hurt like hell and the second time it bit me, the wound began to squirt puss that looked like the saliva on a rabid animal. It freaked me out and I instantly realized that I would have to go to the hospital to find out if I had rabies. Then I was sure that I had it, and I would have to get a painful shot. I didn't dare get up again, for fear that the rat would bite my foot again.

There was another one, but I will have to stew to remember what it was about.

Posted by: jsmith Jun 7 2008, 05:09 PM

Thinking about it now, I still can't come up with any meaning. There was so much going on, and now I think when a dream is like that, there's no easy way to interpret.

The other night I was having trouble sleeping. Actually, I've been having problems with that every night. But on this particular night, I was awake until the sun started coming up. I made the mistake of falling asleep while on my back. If I fall asleep on my back, I'm likely to have nightmares and paralysis. No paralysis this time, but I had a really, really, really frightening nightmare. Nothing actually happened to me, I was just sitting on my bedroom floor watching Silence of the Lambs. It wasn't as the movie really is, there were different actors/characters. The scene that scared the carp out of me had William Peterson's Grissom (CSI) character doing an autopsy on a woman who had been submerged in a lake for about a month. She looked BAD, as one could imagine. But, in my dream-state, she looked especially horrifying.
Grissom was talking about how the consistency of her soft tissue was like beeswax. I knew what was coming, somehow, and looked away from the screen. The dead woman started yelling (LOUDLY): "I know, I KNOW! I shouldn't have trusted him!"
Even though I could only see what was going on through the corner of my eye, that was enough. I was really freaked out by this scene. After a moment of silence, she started yelling some more, and I had the impression that she was no longer an image on the screen, but was in my face yelling at me. I thought "why do i do this to myself? Just turn off the tv." (I don't get freaked out by horror movies or gore on tv, I should add)
I woke up, but couldn't really move. It wasn't paralysis, I was just so stunned. It was about 7 am, and I didn't want to go back to sleep, lol.

Posted by: jsmith Jun 18 2008, 01:57 PM

So, I'm trying that toothpaste Pronamel because I'm concerned about acid wear. First time I used it was last night.
Later, I dreamt that I was looking in the bathroom mirror. I smiled at my reflection to see the effect, and noticed that my left lower canine was blackened (and twinging). I thought "I really need to go see a dentist." As I continued to look, one by one, the rest of my teeth started to blacken. I got panicky and thought "Holy hell, that toothpaste is supposed to protect my teeth, not destroy them!" I grabbed my toothbrush and did a little dry brushing. When I was finished, my teeth were white again. Phew.

Posted by: jsmith Jul 6 2008, 04:17 PM

I have to post about this one, it was so different:
I was acquainted with an unusual man. His demeanor was strange, and he looked kind of unsettling (a lot like the guy in the Saw movies). He was also very, very intelligent. He had developed this serum that would yank a person back to life.
At one point I was standing in somebody's foyer. There was a woman lying on the ground, and her daughter was on the phone with 911. She said she was afraid her mother is dead. I heard the operator give her a different number to call. She called the number, and a different sort of paramedic came to give the woman the serum.
I questioned the paramedic about the serum, asking her if it was really a good idea to be recalling dead people. She said there were no detrimental effects, and that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the practice.
Next moment I was in a small house with the paramedic and a couple of other people. The strange guy who had developed the serum was laid out on a table, obviously dead. But they didn't know it was him (he looked completely different when dead), only I did. I knew he wouldn't be like that for long, though. He had taken the serum at an earlier date.
Turns out, this is what would happen to people who had been given the concoction: an individual would live an unnaturally long life, but would die at intervals. When the person finally died for good, s/he would have become something a little different from human. What sucked was that the person didn't have a say in the matter - if someone called 911 and mentioned to the operator that s/he thought the person was dead, they'd be re-routed to the serum's creator and someone would be sent to dose them.

Posted by: shinyx3 Jul 6 2008, 10:44 PM

wow, jsmith, so many of your dreams have to do with death and the dead coming back and such. what do you make of that?

my dreams have been odd and silly lately. the kind of dreams where you wake up and go "oookaaay, that was sorta weird." but nothing has seemed significant enough to post about. just sort of strange and pointless drivel. maybe it is because i sleep so lightly since my baby was born. (he is 11 mo)

Posted by: jsmith Jul 7 2008, 03:59 PM

I've noticed the recurring theme, too. The best meaning I can get out of it is that I regret that we have to die. The notion completely sucks to me, and it weighs on my mind too often. I'm not inclined to believe in "the afterlife", but I hate to think that when one dies, that's it. It's so depressing.
I don't think the trend will keep up, though. All my life my dreams would run along a common theme for a spell, but they would end abruptly. When I was a little kid, I would dream that monsters were tickling me (I hate-hate-hated being tickled when I was a kid). When that stopped, I would dream about being cornered by hordes of insects (usually poisonous ants). Next came aliens (those could be rather humorous), then animals, malls, tornadoes, and cars. Now it's death. I think I just need to overcome some kind of mental obstacle.

Posted by: jsmith Jul 10 2008, 05:31 PM

I post in this thread way too much, lol.
But here're two more:
The other night I dreamt that I was standing in the living room talking to my grandmother. Someone tried to open the door, but it was locked, so they rang the doorbell. I knew right off who it was (in real life, there's this annoying-as-hell guy my grandmother is friends with, and he doesn't freakin wait for anyone to let him in! I've taken to locking the door whenever I see that it's unlocked). My grandmother has been having some trouble getting around, so I (very grudgingly) opened the door. Sure enough, that obnoxious ass was at the doorstep. BUT, there was a woman standing in front of the glass door. She must have been standing there for a good while, stuck between the two doors. She was quite short, very thin, and looked very 2-dimensional (she had to be, if she was to fit between the doors). She stood still as a statue, and didn't seem quite real.
But I dismissed her, and went to my room (I hate being around my grandmother's friend, so I either go next door or to my room when he forces his irritating presence on us). When I got there I found a man standing beside the bed. He looked like a male version of the woman between the doors - short, flattened, and insubstantial. I yelled at him "Who the hell are you people? Get out!"

Last night I dreamt that I was following my grandmother and grandfather around a park. They were very young, not yet 20. I wasn't visible to them.
My grandfather stopped my grandmother, and she faced him. He said "I have something to tell you." She looked like she knew what he was going to say (that he loved her and would she marry him), and looked thrilled. Out of nowhere, this HUGE bronze statue appeared, right behind my grandmother. The figure was wearing a robe and a Trojan helmet. It had a disproportionately large face. The ethnicity was hard to determine, but I decided that it looked like the daughter of an asian and a caucasian.
She was looking at my grandfather expectantly, with the strangest smile on her large face. It was hard to tell if the smile was benign or malicious. My grandfather stared. He decided that he must be hallucinating, because my grandmother didn't notice the sudden shadow that had come over her. He said, mostly to himself, "It's quite hot today..." My grandmother was a little perturbed by this statement: "That's what you had to say?" He looked away from the statue and back to my grandmother. Right at that moment the huge statue disappeared, but reappeared, human-sized, in my grandmother's place. My poor grandfather was dumb-struck, as was I. But a couple of moments later my grandmother reappeared.

Posted by: candycane_girl Jul 11 2008, 12:38 PM

I had two rather unsettling dreams about death as well. The first one is hard to remember. It was basically that my dog, who is not yet 12, was dead. I was so upset because in real life, whenever I tell people his age they say "Oh, that's very old for a dog his size" and I hate hearing that because I can't bear the thought of him leaving us. So in the dream I kept saying "dammit, all those people were right, he was old". I don't remember much just that I was completely distraught and couldn't stop crying.

In the second dream, my best friend had died. I don't know what the cause of death was but seeing as how she's only 24 it was way before her time. There was some sort of memorial service in her family's home (only it wasn't really their home, it was like a very small gray auditorium) and once again I couldn't stop crying. I also felt as though her family was ignoring me even though I've known them my whole life. Also her dog was running around and I kept wanting to call her but I just couldn't remember the dog's name.

Posted by: hellotampon Jul 11 2008, 06:13 PM

The other night I had one of those experiences where half your brain is dreaming and half is awake, I guess, so you're pretty confused at the time but you can talk and move around and stuff, and you remember everything the next morning.

It was a hot night and I was sleeping in just a pair of panties, and I was dreaming that my boyfriend and I were on a train in a sleeper car. I kept looking towards where my dresser is and thinking that it was a bed with other passengers, and I kept wondering when the guy was going to come along and check tickets. I was freaked out because I was almost naked and I couldn't find any clothes. There are clothes all over my bedroom floor but I couldn't get to them because I thought I was really in a train car. I think at one point I even turned on the light and I remember SEEING my bedroom and still thinking it was a train. I kept shaking my boyfriend and saying, "I need a shirt!" and getting frustrated when he kept blowing me off (he was fully asleep). He thought I was just cold, so he pushed a blanket at me. Being covered up made me relaxed enough to sleep normally even though I still thought it was really inappropriate of me not to have any clothes on.

Posted by: jsmith Jul 11 2008, 10:59 PM

Interesting one this morning:
I was at the university. There was this clique, most of whom shared a physical characteristic: they were short (haha! Now I'm gonna dream about short people!). Only 1 of them wasn't short.
Anyway, there was something about me that was going to bring about their downfall (they had some sort of influence/power, and I would be able to cut the legs out from under their little regime). So, they charged the tall, good-looking guy in their little group to seduce me and lure me to a spot where they intended to "do away" with me. I had no idea what it was about me that they found so threatening. Being somewhat lucid to the dream itself, I knew what they planned to do (and was certain that I had already dispatched them at an earlier date, yet they somehow came back). They were especially pissed at me at that moment, because I had already killed one of theirs (a tall girl - they valued the tall among them. I killed her because she was giving me grief, I didn't know she was so important in the group).
I didn't feel like messing with them anymore, they were a tough lot to beat (but definitely not invincible, since I managed to kill them off once before), so I ignored the cute guy's come-ons and tried to make my way off campus. I was a little ashamed of myself for dodging and not standing up to them. But, I was pretty tired.
I didn't make it off campus very easily. They knew that I was going to try to avoid them, so they spread out and started looking for me. I went into a building and saw my former geology professor. He was holding a flashlight and looking around, because suddenly there was no electricity in any of the buildings on campus, and the interiors had become dungeon-like.
I went up to my professor and asked him how I might get off campus without being seen. He knew what was happening with me, and he told me to stand behind him. Anyone who came up to him would be looking right into his flashlight, and wouldn't be able to see me, he figured. Suddenly there was a commotion: two of the clique had entered the building and were demanding that I show myself. Off to my left I saw someone emerge and demand that they go away and leave me alone. This person who was standing up for me was.... Batman (BAHAHAHAHA!!! Is that funny, or is it funny?). They weren't perturbed by him, though. One of them produced a long, pointed stake and impaled the poor guy on it.
I decided that I'd better go somewhere they wouldn't think to look for me. My old jr high was nearby, and I thought that it might be a good place to conceal myself until I felt like dealing with these people. I took advantage of the building's darkness and hurried out of there. When I got to the door I found an old friend, who told me that she would do everything she could to help me. She left the building with me. Then she suggested that we duck back in, and go through the buildings instead of staying out in the open. She said that my hair was so bright in the sunlight, and the people looking for me would have a very easy time spotting me.
We eventually got to the jr high, but as we were walking up to the doors she started dragging her feet. She looked really bad, like she was going to fall over dead. I shouldn't have thought that to myself, because that's exactly what she did. I ran into the building and saw a row of hospital beds. I asked "Is this the infirmary?" A doctor said yes, and I told him about my friend who had collapsed outside. I went back out and dragged her inside, but she couldn't be revived.
I never had to deal with the clique.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Jul 14 2008, 04:03 AM

Dreamed last night that my sister and I were on the bus to school together and that she kept freaking out yelling at people for advil cause she had bad cramps. She was out of her mind. It was a strange dream.

That is all...

Posted by: jsmith Jul 23 2008, 05:30 PM

This one struck me as being pretty funny when I woke up:
I was sort of hovering over the highway, as if in a silent, invisible, low-flying helicopter. My brother and grandmother were driving in her car, and there was this brown horse running along at sixty miles an hour, a little bit ahead of traffic. I thought this was a pretty funny sight. My brother caught up with the horse, rolled down his window, and said "What are you doing on the highway?" The horse told him, but I didn't hear what he said. My brother replied "That's silly, you shouldn't be on the highway, you'll get exhausted." The horse came back with "Whatever! I've got more fuel in me than you have in your little white car!" My brother replied "But you'll have to breathe!" The horse said "I will! I'm more efficient than your car, so how about a little race?" My brother agreed to this. The horse sped off, and the car turned into a bicycle built for two. My poor brother pedaled as hard as he could, but he couldn't overtake the horse. I, meanwhile, came back to the ground, and overtook my brother on foot to catch up with the horse.

Posted by: geekchickknits Jul 27 2008, 07:36 AM

Last night, crashed out on my sister's couch I had a sex dream about Keanu Reeves. There were some other details, and I remember being angry with him later, but the sex part was pretty hot.

Posted by: kittenb Jul 27 2008, 01:34 PM

I dreamed last night about a zombie-apocolypse (zombpocalypse?). I am pretty sure my boyfriend died. When I woke up I told him he needs to learn to run faster.

Posted by: persimmon_grrrl Jul 28 2008, 08:18 AM

last night, before falling asleep, i didn't want to turn off my light. but this was my dream last night:

I dreamt that I was running away from something. I dreamt that I was hiding from other people who also lived in tree houses, or big wooden towers on stilts. People were watching me. I was with a group of people, at least three other people. Someone I know in real life was also there. We were all exhausted, and wet from the rain. I had a daughter, a little girl who was perhaps three years old, who could walk by then. She was maybe younger, two years old, and both of us were soaking wet, from the rain. We were living in a forest, hiding and running. We lay on our backs because the tower had wide open windows, with no way to block the view. This tower was probably a wooden watch tower, either within a tree, or built within a forest of trees. There were other people around, and I had narrowly escaped with my friends. We found this tower, which was now claimed as ours, and climbed up the tree and inside. Outside, the rain was pouring down, and I realized that it was raining very hard, and my daughter was soaked. The sun was still out, so we were visible by the light, and I lay on my back on the wooden floor, with my daughter on my chest. She was lying with her back on my belly, and I turned her around so that she could be warmer with her belly face down. She lay in a "v" shape, curled up with her legs to my left and her head cradled inside the curve of my right arm. She was soaking wet - her clothes, everything, and she was cold. I tried to warm her body, and felt her feel warmer, too. We created more warmth this way, but I knew that soon she needed to have a change of clothes and a blanket to cover her. My main concern, I remember, was also making sure that she was not loud, because if she made noises or cried, the people who were hunting us would find us. I remember hushing her, trying to soothe and quiet her at the same time. I remember whispering, "Shh..." softly.

My friend finally climbed up to the tree tower, and I said, "We need blankets, my daughter is cold and she's soaking wet." He had a thick, fleece blanket, and I used it to wrap up my daughter, who quickly fell asleep in the larger room. There was the main entrance to the tower, where the floor lifted up into a doorway. And then there was a larger main room, where our supplies were stored, and where large windows were cut into the wood, from which we could see other people patrolling and looking for us.

My friend was also very exhausted. He told me that he'd watched his friend, Eric, die in the entryway where I crouched, away from the view of those who were after us. We had to guard against whatever energy kept wanting to get to us, from down below. This was not a person, but an energy, a heat, some sort of steaming fire. The entryways themselves were very small, perhaps the size of an eight-by-eleven sheet of paper, so I'm not quite sure how we fit through them. But, we needed to cover them up, and my friend was trying to screw the entrances shut from inside. We couldn't do it in time, though, because whatever was coming was arriving soon. Also, my friend dropped one of the screws that would seal the wooden entryway, and we didn't have time to retrieve it and properly close the entryway. So, we quickly covered it with wood, and I remember layering it with another sheet of plastic. My friend was soaking wet from the rain, and exhausted. After I got on my hands and knees covering up the door, my friend who'd been helping me went into the other room, where other people were sleeping. I heard whatever was coming from below making steaming noises and I feared and prayed that it would not come through to the other side, the wood and to me.

When the noises became louder, I called out to my friend in fear, to help me. He was sleeping and did not hear me; none of the people in the room to my right heard me, and I crouched over the wooden opening, covered, and remembered that my friend's friend Eric had died in that room trying to block whatever was coming from entering. I did not want to die, and I also did not want the monster to enter.

That was my dream, and it terrified me.

PS: I don't have any kids in real life; I often have dreams where I have children, though. Usually it is a daughter, but I also dreamt I had a son, too.

Posted by: jsmith Jul 29 2008, 01:45 PM

Wow. Even though that must've been absolutely terrifying (as you've already said, lol), it was an interesting read. Very imaginative. Doesn't it suck how our own minds can scare the ever loving shite out of us?

Posted by: auralpoison Jul 31 2008, 09:23 AM

Or they make us feel good when we wake up. Four words: Hugh Laurie. SEX dream. He had House's bad attitude, but Hugh's regular English accent.

Posted by: shinyx3 Jul 31 2008, 03:57 PM

really odd dream last night. many of the detail are fuzzy but here goes.

i was on a very large elevator with several other people. i knew one other guy and was flirting with him (nobody i know irl). the elevator kept going up and down but never stopped on the floor that we wanted. this did not seem of any concern to us and we started getting frisky in the elevator ignoring the other people there. then for some reason we decided that the elevator not stopping on our floor was a sign that something really bad was happening so we got off on one of the floors it stopped on and so did everyone else. we all went different directions and when i found my way outside i realized that the economy had completely collapsed and there was complete chaos. i somehow made it to my childhood town and found my husband and we went to a house that i think was ours or maybe my families and my older son was there. there were lots of people there and i seemed to know them all and they were all really dirty. i decided that i needed to go get gas in the car so i left (complete chaos outside with people running around crazy like and a mad man chasing people with a huge knife and all of this was concerning to me but not scary) i got to the gas pump and there was no gas. it had all been taken away by the government and there were gaurds that were taking people into custody for trying to buy "the governments" gas. so i went back to the house and everyone was getting ready to go and cleaning up and packing things. appearently we had decided to go off the grid because there was not going to be any more electricity or gas or phones or anything because if you used anything the government would track you down and tack you away and kill you for stealing "the governments power" so there was no more taveling or anything and everyone was hiding from the government so as not to get killed. then a pink car pulled up to the house just as everyone was finishing getting ready to go. i was really suspisous of it so i approached it carefully to find out what they wanted. they said that i was a winner of a million dollar prise and didn't i get the flowers they sent? just then a huge bouquet of roses arrived with maybe 8 dozen roses. i was completely baffled and i asked how they got to my small town if nobody can fly or buy gas. i was told that this was a last chance to help myself and what did i want them to get me with the one million dollars. with out even thinking i ordered supplies like seeds, tools, some horses, medical supplies and books. i arranged for the stuff to be delivered and arranged for it to be taken to where we would be. then my husband road up on his ducati and told us we had to go or we would all be killed by the government for making plans to survive. we all climbed into an army looking troop hauler and off we went through the chaos on the streets to build a new life. then i woke up because my baby woke up and was crying but it didn't feel like the end of the dream. i didn't feel scared at all in the dream which was odd because the it was fairly gruesome and horrific.

Posted by: jsmith Jul 31 2008, 04:48 PM

Or they make us feel good when we wake up.
That's certainly true. I've woken up many times thankful that reality is so dull.
Does anyone become creative when they dream? I'm not creative. Can't play an instrument, can't come up with pretty verses, and the extent of my artistic ability is stick figures.
But sometimes I can do these things in dreams (except draw). It's been happening a little more frequently lately. Mostly what I can come up with is instrumental music. But I have thought up songs and some poetry. I've asked myself in the dream, "does this even make sense?" because I know I'm dreaming. And most of the time, it does. Too bad I can't hold onto the thread, though. It all leaves me when I'm full awake.
I remember a tiny bit from the dream I had last night. I was zipping down a highway that had a gorgeous river running by it. I heard a man's voice singing something about "going down the silk river/ under a summer sky" (it struck me as odd in the dream, as it was winter).

Posted by: jsmith Aug 7 2008, 12:38 AM

I had a dream last night that started bad, but ended very nicely.
I don't remember much about the first part, just that someone I hate was giving me a hard time and I was pissed off.
It changed when my brother appeared. He told me that someone had broke into our (mine, my aunt, and her husband's) hotel room while we were gone. I went outside to see if there was anyone who looked suspicious, my brother followed me. Sunset was coming, and I didn't see anybody. Suddenly the sun wasn't there, even though it shouldn't have been below the horizon yet. I looked to where it should have been, and saw that a large portion of the western sky was pink. In the middle of the pink area were three bright points of pink light. I looked to the east and saw the moon rising (it was huge). The pink points of light looked like lasers, and were illuminating the moon a vivid pink. I got into the car for some reason, drove down the street, parked, and started walking back to the hotel. I could hear a dj talking about what was happening with the moon, although there wasn't a radio anywhere in sight.
A sort of walkway appeared around me. It looked like something you'd find in a medieval castle, with holes in the roof so you could look at the sky. At this point the sky was darker, but the pink points were still there. I kept looking up as I went, and noticed that sometimes I could see the beams coming out, traveling all the way to the moon (which was directly overhead at this point, and was still huge). I wanted to get back to my brother and tell him about what was happening, so I started to run. I would still look up at the sky, and at intervals the disc of the moon would dissolve and make formless patterns (like what you'd see in a kaleidoscope), or would make a pattern with repeating shapes (one I remember in particular was crescent moons with faces). The colors would change with each change in shape. It was soooo pretty. The dj was still talking, and just as I got back to the hotel and spotted my brother, he stopped. I looked up at the moon and it was it's regular self. I was glad to find out that my brother got to see it too, but was disappointed that the strange show was over.

Posted by: olivarria Aug 21 2008, 06:01 PM

I have never posted in here beofre, but I'm having really disturbng dreams. I had a horrible dream that my dad was trying to kill me with a gun, and I remember it being really bloody. UGH sorry i know that's really dark and depressing! I've always a difficult relationship with im, but no, he never tried to shoot me! More specifically, it was a booby trap, and I was tied up, if i moved, then the gun went off, and predicably it did because I tried to escape. it was a terrible dream! I hate waking up that way.

Posted by: LoveMyPugs Aug 22 2008, 07:42 AM

olivarria - it must be the weather or something because I was having horrible dreams as well.

I'm sure I'm going to get a lot of concerned PM's about this dream but rest assured I'm fine and not suicidal in any way.

First, I had a dream that I came home and found my sister and her new boyfriend hacked to death with an axe and I had to call the police and my parents were away on vacation and I had to tell them that their daughter, my sister and her boyfriend were murdered in this horrible way and that they are dead and gone. I had this same dream three days in a row.

Second, I had a dream that Mr. Pugs left me for a girl he went to high school with but the bad part was that we were at my parents’ house and having a big party. Mr. Pugs disappeared and I started to walk around the block to find him. When I finally gave up and returned to the house he pulled up with her. I asked her if she could please go away while I talked to my fiancé. She just gave me a nasty look and walked away. He said that I found my new church and I seem very happy and he's always wanted to be with her and now he knows I’ll be okay without him so he's leaving. we both walked in the house. my dad was standing there and all my friends were sitting around. I said to him, "Daddy, please get rid of everyone." He was impatient and asked why because everyone was having a good time. I just said with trembling lip and tears in my eyes, "Daddy, please. I never ask you for anything. Please make everyone leave." My one friend Sara must have known about him and her because she looked so sad at the ending of our relationship. She cried with me. All my other friends were just smug because we have been together so long and always said we would stay together forever.

The worst part is in this dream I went up to my bedroom. on the way I stopped in my dad's room and got his 9mm pistol. I sat on my bed and started to lay objects out.

I laid out:

a school book
my engagement ring
a picture of my family
my pugs’ collar
my bible
my badge from work

I started to go through my life at that point in time.

school book – my education was over because without Mr. Pug supporting me I wouldn’t be able to finish in a year.

my engagement ring – my failed relationship

family picture – they’ve never supported me and I wouldn’t be able to go back to them

my pugs’ collars – someone will take care of them. They will be okay.

my bible – God abandoned me by letting my relationship fail.

my badge from work – work doesn’t matter now because they only approved me for 20 hours and who can live off of that.

Then I picked up the gun, this is all I have left. nothing else and I shot myself in the head.

I woke up and I felt tears about to come down my face. Mr. pugs was in the other room checking his email. I called to him and said, "Can you please come here for a minute?" he walked in the room and said, "You had a bad dream didn't you?" I just nodded. After he interrogated me for 20 minutes, I finally told him everything that happened in the dream. He wasn't angry because it was just a dream but he felt bad that subconsciously I feel like this. He held me and I felt better.

I really don’t feel this way at all. I mean of course I have some insecurities but nothing like this ever. Especially, since finding Jesus again. I feel like there is nothing I couldn’t get through. I told Mr. pugs this last night and he said that’s great and that he’s happy that I’m happier since finding this new church.

Also, this girl he went to school with is very nice and married and this would never happen.

I only had this dream once. So three days of the sister being murdered dream and one day of Mr. pugs leaving me. No dreams since. Thank God for that small blessing.

Posted by: shinyx3 Aug 24 2008, 11:34 PM

LMP every so often i have really insecure dreams about being left as well and it doesn't even really seem to coincide with times in my life when i feel more insecure. they always seem so real to me and i have a hard time letting them go as just dreams. hubby doesn't understand at all and id offended that i would have a hard time with these dreams. he doesn't seem to have many dreams and when he does they seem insignificant to him so he really can't relate.

olivarria, LMP, hope your dreams tonight are sweet.

Posted by: jsmith Sep 5 2008, 01:30 PM

The dream I had last night was so weeeiird.
I was at the university, sitting in a conference room in the nursing/physical science building. An astronaut was giving a talk about the space mission he was about to embark on. He was going to fly to mars (I think) in a small-ish satellite. I wasn't paying too much attention to what he was saying, though, because I was too busy fretting over some silly injustice that had been done to me.

When the talk was over, I started walking up Johnson street toward Knickerbocker (streets in my city). That's not something I'd do IRL, but, I wasn't opposed to it in the dream.
I got about 1/2 to 3/4 of the way up the road, and heard a loud rumbling behind me. I stopped, looked back, and saw the satellite thundering up the road. I thought to myself "You SHOWOFF!" The satellite soon passed me up, and I continued walking. After a few moments I got back to my own thoughts, trying to think of some way to get out of my own predicament.
Almost immediately I heard the rumbling again. Again, it was the guy in his satellite, coming back down Johnson, only now it was going much faster. It looked like it was out of control, and the solar panels appeared to have been ripped off. Something was obviously wrong, and I wanted to help, but I knew there was absolutely nothing I could do. The satellite was too big and was going too fast. I felt awful because I knew the guy couldn't possibly live through this.
I was about 3/4 of the way up the street at this point. The satellite crashed behind me - I was close enough to see everything clearly, but far enough away to avoid being hit by debris. There actually wasn't a lot of debris, the body of the satellite managed to stay together pretty well.
Then the weirdness came. The solar panels, which had separated from the rest of the satellite, had formed themselves into what I can only describe as a robotic lower-body, kind of reminiscent of a human's. Metallic legs. They were running fast toward the crash site, making a weird mechanical sound when they bent at the joints. When they got near, there was a loud noise, and they stopped. A faint red light came from the panels, and moved over the wreckage. I figured it was looking for signs of life, but knew it wouldn't find anything. Nobody could possibly survive moving that fast and then stopping so abruptly. I marveled at the machine, and thought of it as very human, even though it was entirely composed of metal. I had the impression that it cared about what had happened.
Then it occurred to me: there's bound to be fuel in the wreckage, and it could blow up... probably should have blown up by now. So I turned and sprinted the rest of the way up Johnson, and got to Knickerbocker, where there were a few people. Some were trying to run to the crash site, others were holding them back. I looked behind me and saw someone running from the direction I came from. She had the most terrible look on her face, like she knew something else really bad was about to happen (like, maybe that explosion I was anticipating). I got away from the area as quickly as I could, because I didn't want to see any more, or have this event haunt me, or make an even stronger impression on my mind.
Throughout the rest of the dream, I kept coming up on that intersection. If I looked down Johnson street, I'd hear this mechanical whirring inside my head.

Posted by: konphusion26 Sep 5 2008, 05:00 PM

I keep having these really weird sex dreams about men (and sometimes women) that I know personally. Some of the dreams are just Odd and I wake up feeling awkward and aroused at the same time. The last couple of weeks, I've had at least one sex dream per night that I can remember - sometimes more than one. I haven't told anybody about them (especially not the husband) because I feel crazy that its always with different people.

Does this happen to anyone else??

I also have recurrent dreams of my husband cheating with different women. Most of which are either my family members or some of his friends. I usually wake up from those pissed off at him for real. LOL And lash out at him until I tell him what happened in the dream. Then I feel really ridiculous afterward.

Posted by: shinyx3 Sep 9 2008, 05:29 PM

i totally have the cheating husband dreams. then i too am mad and cranky at hi till i tell him then i feel like a childish silly.

Posted by: jsmith Sep 21 2008, 09:05 PM

Last night I had one of those "Holy Hell, everybody has turned on me!" dreams.
I don't remember how it started, but at some point I was sitting in the back seat of my own car. My 16 yo cousin was driving. This guy I hate caught up with us at a light (he was riding a bike), looked in my open window, and said "Hey ladies, what's up?" "OMFGFFFF why the hell is he talking to us that loser!" I thought. He went on his way, and my cousin turned onto another road and stopped at a park. We got out of the car, she was talking away, and I was annoyed, so I wasn't paying attention. After a while I decided we should leave. I got into my car, and my cousin's dad appeared out of nowhere. He was standing beside her, and he said "I don't think I want my daughter to be around you anymore." He started crying, like this was really hard for him to say. I got really pissed and told him he was being ridiculous, "You're just doing this because I don't agree with your religious views." He said something, I don't remember. Suddenly the knowledge came to me, that the guy I hate had been murdered. Cousin's dad said "And what about him? Everyone knows how you hate him." This was said with an accusatory tone, like he was saying I had killed him and everybody knew it. I said "I've been here at the park with A the whole time, OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN THAT??!"
So I drove off. It seemed logical to drive to a hospital. I had the impression that my family would be there. When I got there, a nurse walked up to me and asked if she could help me. I said "Well, I have a story to tell, if you care to hear." I was about to tell her all that had happened, but my family walked in. A doctor appeared at the same time. My family started talking about me as if I wasn't there, though I knew they could see me standing right in front of them. They were talking about how I'm so unstable, have a horrible temper, am violent, etc. The doctor was talking about putting me on medication. I turned to my family and started berating them for telling lies about me, saying these things simply because they didn't like my disposition. "You don't like that I'm forceful" I said to my dad. He just stared at me. Then I turned on the doctor, telling him that if he thinks he's going to put me on meds without consulting with me, he was utterly mad.
I can't really make anything of this dream. I don't feel like everyone is against me. The only thing reflective of reality was the harshness with my dad. I get pissed at him easily because he oftentimes tries to treat me like a little kid, and at times tries to manipulate me. I do get into bad verbal spats with him. But other than that, the only tension in my life is from school... I'm stressed in my courses... but that's it.

Posted by: Ronia D'Arc Sep 21 2008, 11:38 PM

Thank jesus christ o'yahoo that we are once again connected to the mighty World Wide Web.

I'm not in a terrific mood because I've had ridiculously hideous allergies all day, from the minute I woke up to now, and it's been a real pain in the nose/ass. Things started out grandly on the drive to Santa Barbara, when my nose starting leaking snot and I was doing 80 mph trying not to be late and fishing around with one hand for a shred of kleenex, but having actually cleaned the car the night before in a mood of freakish Protestantism, there was of course nothing to use but the nice green scarf around my neck, which sucked because it matched my shirt and eyeliner wonderfully and frankly was too silky to be truly absorbent in the way my nose demanded.

Yuck. Still completely allergic. And rather pissed at Johnny for coming home at 9:20 instead of 7 like he said he would and for not having called home at all during that time. Of course he's a little tipsy and I have a hard time dealing with him when he's like that, mainly because he looks and acts foolish, but I'm trying really hard not to get angry at him for drinking nowadays, since Leanne stressed the importance of my not trying to change him/fix his problem for him. It makes sense--I mean, he'll never really deal with it if someone else is doing it for him, so I'm trying to step back and not judge him, not think negatively about his drinking per se, although I do allow myself, and think it's normal, to get angry if he does things while drinking that are stupid and lame, like the episode I talked about in the last post and which I don't need to rehash here.

I do want to talk about something else, something I've mentioned briefly in one of my posts, I think, but haven't talked about since. It has to do with a person I knew when I was growing up, a guy I haven't seen since I was 22--since 12 years ago. His name is Seamus McGrave, and he is important to me for some reason that I don't really understand. Over the past years, pretty much for the past decade, he has been a recurrent character in my dreams. Every now and then I'll dream about him, and it's always pretty much the same premise: I'm in Rhode Island, in Wakefield, the small town where I grew up, and I'm desperately trying to find him. When I say desperately I don't mean it lightly--my feeling in the dream is of a deep need, a desperate, begging, sad, searching need, and I wake up with this feeling and it comes back to me all day.

I had one of the dreams last night. I was near our old house, and I was walking down Kenyon Ave., our old street, towards downtown with a friend. When we passed Silver Lake Ave. my friend and I noticed some guys skateboarding a little ways away, and I knew one of them was Seamus (he really did use to skate on that street with his friends). I wanted to go to him so badly, to be with him, but for some reason I couldn't--he had left, or he hadn't really been there in the first place. Then I was trying to get my friend to go downtown with me, to a bar where I thought Seamus might be, but it was dead when we got there and the clothes I had put on to look nice for him didn't matter anymore and, as usual, I was left with that intense feeling of sadness and regret and desperation and love, deep deep devoted love for this guy I don't know and never really knew.

When I say I was left with this feeling of love, I don't mean just in the dream. Like I said, the feeling is so strong that after I wake up it stays with me for a day, or a couple days, and it's happened so many times now that Seamus has almost been like a continuous presence in my life, albeit a presence that only exists in my dreams.

I talked about this dream to a therapist I had, a few years ago, and I thought I had it figured out: I thought Seamus represented a part of me that I can never really get in touch with--maybe a side of me that has to do with my childhood, since the dreams always take place near or in my childhood home--but that I want desperately to know and be with. I still think this is the most logical answer. I've thought about what Seamus represents to me, since my mind picked him to project this "other me" on, and I guess it makes some sense: Seamus was probably the most anti-conformist guy I knew in high school, extremely smart and talented and rebellious in a non-attention-seeking way. He had black hair and green eyes and he was cute, but not the type of guy all the girls had a crush on, he was too much of a loner, or something, I don't know. He had lots of friends, but he was definitely considered different by the popular/"normal" crowd.

I had a huge crush on Seamus in the 7th grade, which faded and reignited throughout high school, during which we were sort of friends but not the kind who'd call one another. Although we flirted brazenly in Biology class, flicking spitballs at each other in a way that now I think was kind of outrageous but which, looking back, was so fun--so purely, wonderfully fun--we never got together, which I'm frankly glad about, because it probably would have ruined this memory of him or just made him someone different in my mind.

When I was 22 I went back home over Christmas break and somehow got in touch with Seamus and his friends. I ended up spending a couple nights at Seamus's house with all those guys, sitting in the living room drinking beer and snorting Ritalin. One day, I spent some time alone with Seamus, and we went to his house and were in his room, but for some reason (this was unusual for me) we didn't hook up. He gave me a book, Notes from Underground by Dostoevsky, and when he dropped me off at my house I think we might have hugged, and I might have given him a kiss on the cheek, but that was it, and I haven't seen him since.

I know he probably figures so much in my dreams because he represents some kind of untainted, beautiful, youthful part of me. Although I rationally know that--I know the dreams aren't really about him--I can't help thinking about him with a feeling of tenderness, and when I'm really infected, post-dream, with the remnants of that desperate desire to see him, to be with him, I feel a little crazy and I can't help wondering if something more is going on.

When Johnny and I aren't doing well, when he leaves me alone and angry and sad because he's drinking, I think about Seamus and it makes me feel better. I imagine us together, and my bitterness and loneliness fades. I keep Seamus in my head to return to when I need him, and I think perhaps this is the way I'll know him for the rest of my life.

-Ronia D'Arc

P.S. Yes, I'm totally motherfucking pimping myself here. Want more? Please come to http://roniadarc.blogspot.com

Posted by: auralpoison Sep 22 2008, 12:05 AM

Uh, no, we don't want more. I tried, I failed. YOUR BLOG SUCKS. YOU ARE ABOUT AS INTERESTING AS LINT! GO THE FUCK AWAY!

Posted by: mornington Sep 23 2008, 01:04 PM

Last night I dreamed I had to teach people to crochet using rowing oars. While they were rowing the boat - I have no idea how, but at the time, it was a perfectly logical thing to do.

Posted by: Christine Nectarine Sep 23 2008, 01:53 PM

that's a nice image mornington...

last night the mr had a dream that i had a baby with someone else. he woke up really upset and had to snuggle himself better. worked out for me!
i only ever have bad/frightening/disturbing dreams. i could not tell you if i have ever had one that was plesant. i wonder why that is?

Posted by: jsmith Sep 23 2008, 09:34 PM

That's pretty funny, mornington.
I wonder why logic is suspended during a lot of dreams.

Posted by: Christine Nectarine Sep 24 2008, 09:16 AM

i had a dream last night that my daughter had to get to a dentist appointment, which was quite far away for some reason. i took her there, and it was quite near my grandparents house (a good couple hours drive) so went there with my mum for tea.
i then realized that i had a new job i had totally forgotten about, and now i was very late. i couldn't call them for some reason, but i had to get there. i hopped on this motorized bicycle thing and started pedalling madly. the rest of the dream was just trying and trying to get there, and feeling guilty that i was late.
this is a recurring thing in my dreams, feeling like i can't get where i'm going.

also, i had a little dream that Don Draper had a blackberry, and didn't know how to use it. his daughter threw it in the garbage and he fished it out. pretty random.

Posted by: jsmith Sep 26 2008, 10:06 PM

If anybody can generate a meaning from this one, I'd love to hear from you.
I was sitting watching TV. A preview for a movie came on. The plot was this: There was a pandemic. Men could not withstand the disease, and they all died at once, save for a few (and I do mean a few, they could be counted on one hand). They didn't die in the normal way: instead of leaving a body behind to bury, they simply vanished. You know, like Yoda did in Star Wars when he died.
The economy goes under quickly after. And that's to be expected, of course, if half of the world's human population are to be wiped out at once, there are going to be a lot of things that won't get done. From this point, the women had to let the economy collapse (there simply wouldn't be enough people to hold it up as is), then restructure it. Besides that, there was slack in other areas that they had to pick up. Basically, the world had to be rebuilt (figuratively speaking; all the physical structures were still there).
It's funny that I should have this dream now, when our economy is taking a nosedive.

Posted by: kittenb Nov 26 2008, 03:05 PM

jsmith, your dream sounds a lot like the "Y" comic series that my boyfriend has me reading.

I started reading Wally Lamb's new book The Hour I First Believed. It is messing with my head and I have had two dreams about the Columbine shootings. And with last night's dream came this enourmous black spider. It dropped out of a tree and attacked this equally big crab that had also dropped out of a tree. I ran away screaming (the thing was so scary I am flinching as I write this. And its legs made clicking sounds as it walked.) My boyfriend jumped on the spider with a butcher knife but somehow managed to flip the damn thing at me where I had fallen on the street.

Thank got I jumped awake at that point.

Posted by: jsmith Nov 29 2008, 11:44 PM

So last night I had a really loooong dream, but I can only remember the very end of it (the first part had some stuff reminiscent of "Twilight").
I was in Philadelphia (though I've never been there IRL), and it was nighttime. There were these people: they weren't human, they were freakishly strong, and violent, and were ugly as all get out. My perspective was with them, and they were going around knocking houses down. It only took one blow to level a house.
So morning comes, and entire residential areas are in ruin. On top of that, everyone had turned into something. I don't know what they were, just that they weren't human anymore. Like the people who had leveled the houses, they were freakishly strong, many were violent, some were very amorous and hedonistic, and some were dog ugly. I was with a group of people, and none of us were human, but we still acted like ourselves.
We were walking around, but we were very wary of the people around us. I was careful not to talk to the ugly/violent looking folks. I commented "Have you noticed how some of these people are walking funny?" and someone said "Well, you know you're in Philadelphia..." I was able to identify a few people (mainly children) as vampires. I had the impression that I was a vampire, but couldn't be too sure.
We walked into a high school gym, where some amorous hedonists and some ugly violent people had gathered for a dance (can you imagine). I looked around and saw one girl who was still human. Everyone that was in the gym bore down on her, crushed her, and killed her.
I kept my distance from the scene, and a cop soon showed up (another human) He came directly to my little group, even though we were (and actually looked) harmless. He acted as if we had been responsible for the girl's death. I wasn't in the mood to be questioned, so I suggested to my group that we should just kill the guy.
The part where the girl got crushed stands out to me now, since I read about that poor guy in NY that got trampled at Walmart by a crowd of rabid bargain hunters.

kittenb, that's a weird dream!

Posted by: jsmith Dec 18 2008, 12:50 PM

You'd think I was a drug user, with some of these bizarre images I come up with. Last night I dreamt that I was with this group of people. We started out in a theatre dressing room. Someone found this passage, a lot like one you would find in a fun house. The passage led outside to a long path. At the end of the path was a lake. Out of nowhere this pig appeared: it was sort of cartoon-like, but still realistic, if that makes any sense. It could talk, it's voice sounded just like that Spongebob Squarepants character, and had the same crazy laugh.
So everyone and the Spongebob pig jumped into the lake. I stayed on land. I watched them as they played around in the water. After a moment I noticed that the water looked much more viscous than it should have. I looked beyond the lake and saw some kind of chemical or nuclear power plant. I looked back at the lake and realized that there were radioactive substances in the water.
Then it cuts to where everyone was out of the lake. They were all laying on the ground, and all were horribly mutated (I know the manifestations of genetic mutations don't occur in the first individual, they happen in the individual's offspring. But hey, this was a dream, and logic doesn't always apply). I focused on the Spongebob pig. It was lying on the ground, like everyone else, and surrounding it were all of these clones of itself, each with mutations of varying severity. The worst one was only a head and a spine, covered with thick skin. All of them were laughing that weird laugh. The original wasn't severely mutated, so he got up and ran up the path.
This other massive hog appeared out nowhere and ran after it.
I looked back at everyone else lying on the ground, and decided that I should go back and block the path so they couldn't get back to mainstream society. I was afraid that they were radioactive themselves, and would affect anyone they came in contact with. I sprinted up the path, hoping to catch up with the pig and the huge hog before they could get to the bridge we had passed over before. I intended to close it off or destroy it in order to keep the mutated people away. I caught up with the pig, who somehow knew what I was planning to do, and it ran faster. The massive hog, it turns out, was violent and ill-tempered. It charged at me, so I pulled out a gun and shot it in the head. It took several bullets to take it down. Then I ran after the pig. The path was much longer than I remembered, and as I got to the end of it I caught up with the pig, then woke up.

Posted by: auralpoison Dec 21 2008, 07:51 AM

The stresses of the holidays are weighing on me. I keep dreaming about my parents. But the dreams always involve vicious screaming matches. Like, *vicious*. My parents show up out of nowhere & boy are they pissed. I fight with each of them & then I wake up. It takes me a while to shake them off & I'm always convinced that my mom is gonna turn up to fight for real until I remember that she'd in a psychedelic jar on an end table right next to my dad. I don't have these dreams very often, but when I do I wake up in such a mood I can't get back to sleep. Like right now.

Oh well. At least this time she wasn't trying to smother me & I didn't nearly beat her to death with a hockey stick.

Posted by: jsmith Mar 2 2009, 01:02 PM

I have to put this one down, it was too funny.
I was standing in the driveway. My cat, Patches, ran by me, to a house a couple of doors down. A moment later, I see her speeding off in a little car with one of her cat-friends. I think to myself "Even my kitty is having more fun than I am."
A moment later, another car goes by. This one has two gazelle-like animals in it. A moment after that, a Hummer goes by with two small elephants crammed in the front seats. All these animals look like they're having the time of their lives. It only struck me as a little bit strange to be seeing animals driving motor vehicles.
I go back inside, and my grandmother asks me to go to some store to pick something up. I say "I don't know, there are an awful lot of exotic animals on the loose. Wouldn't want one of them to try to jack my keys and take off in my car. And I think I saw some monkeys outside." Sure enough, I look out the back door and there are these two monkeys gallivanting around the backyard.
One of the monkeys tried to come into the house, but I hit it with a pole and knocked it out. Turns out this wasn't even a monkey, it was a guy in a costume. When he came to, he said "Well, I'll bet your grandma hides her stuff better than you do!" I said something like "Yeah, I really care about the opinion of a guy in a GD monkey costume."

Posted by: foryoursplendor Mar 4 2009, 11:39 AM

For the last year and a half, I've had sex dreams about a friend of mine from the UK. I'm going to be seeing him in a month, and it might be weird!

Posted by: jsmith Mar 6 2009, 03:06 PM

Last night I had 3 very vivid dreams. 2 of them were rather convoluted, and I lost a couple of crucial details about the 3rd. But it seems that I didn't have nearly as many vivid dreams while I was on Loestrin, and now that I've gone back to microgestin, they're coming back. Weird.

Posted by: candycane_girl Apr 3 2009, 05:16 PM

Okay, so I didn't dream about him naked but today I had a dream that Don Draper was totally interested in me. There was some kind of advertising or marketing event going on and I was working with his company and we had to work together. Also it wasn't me, but a 1960s version of me. Anyway, in the dream he wasn't married and we were getting really close. But then there was also some kind of tragedy, like, Roger Sterling died or something. Either way, it was still an interesting dream.

Posted by: jsmith Apr 4 2009, 04:52 PM

I had an awesome dream last night. My family and I had moved to a different house, and I was the first to choose which bedroom I wanted. Naturally, I picked the best one. It was HUGE, it had vending machines in it. Not crappy ones like what you see at university, these had back-lighting, tons of selections, and funk/disco/boogie music would play when I got something out of one.
The closet was massive, and was full of cute-as-hell clothes. There was a bathroom, admittedly VERY small, but as soon as I would walk in, the light would come on and the bathtub would fill up with water.
I was disappointed when I woke up.