[treehugger]

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.

edie, about in 1989 or so I was going through some sexual preference identity issues. Here's the dream that convinced me to explore things "further.."

I was in a room. My mother was there (she's a very traditional sort) and (first big symbolism here) she was fighting with me, physically, trying to shove me into a closet.

Then, I was inside the closet.

A beautiful woman, then opened the door and gave me a beautiful red-wrapped present...like a christmas present, in a box. We went over to a bed where I opened the box and found it full of jewels.

Lots of symbolism there, eh?

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[nickclick]

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.

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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.

[edie52]

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.

[ginger_kitty]

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.....

[mouse]

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*

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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.

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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.

[jsmith]

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!"

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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.

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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.

[anna k]

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.

[wombat]

NO! Not the banana pudding!

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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.

[wombat]

~*~*~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!!

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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"

[anna k]

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.

[wombat]

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.

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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.