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jsmith
I was inundated with them last night. I don't know in what order they came, but I do remember them.
In one I was a completely different person. I looked different, I acted different, thought different, had different family members, different acquaintances, etc. I was probably 11 or 12 years old, or maybe a bit younger. I cannot imagine why, but there was this group of girls my age who just hated me. Their moms hated me too! I don't know why! I wasn't particularly pretty or smart, nor was I a pain in the ass, but by jove they hated me. My school was multilevel, and I was on the 2nd or 3rd floor. All of these gals (and their moms) who hated me were practically stampeding towards me. I ran into an elevator and hit the door close button, had a loooong ride down to the first floor, ran out of the elevator and found this other girl outside staring at me. I was afraid she was going to attack me, but she didn't. She talked me rather neutrally. I looked down at the ground and saw a bunch of black bivalve shells. I was thinking "I've never seen freshwater shells this large," and when I looked more closely at them, I realized that they were marine shells that had been coated in black plastic. I put them down and went home. My "mom" was there. And even she didn't seem to like me at that moment. She was accusing me of being difficult and paranoid, and I was trying to convince her that I was not paranoid, there were really a bunch of mean girls out to get me. But she wouldn't listen. My "sister" (I don't have any sisters IRL) stood by and listened as my "mom" continued to berate me.

I thought I had actually woken up. My alarm was going off, after all. I got up and made bacon and eggs, then went back to my bedroom. I was shoveling it all in, looked up at the clock, and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. I thought, "Shitdamnfuck, how did this happen?" So I went back to bed.

I was talking on the phone with a fellow I knew some time ago, Jared. He was prattling on in the way kids do, and I was putting in comments wherever I could. My brother was standing in front of me, listening to the conversation. He broke in with "Wait, Jared is your age..." I thought, "Hey, he is my age.. why is he going on like a little kid?"

I thought I was done with the "delay" theme, since I haven't had one of those dreams in a while. But apparently it'll keep popping up. This one was different, though: it wasn't my or someone else's pet, it was a person, someone I actually know IRL. I don't know how he died, but he was gone. I was standing in a house I lived in as a kid. My aunt was there, too, talking to the deceased's wife. I've never met his wife, nor have I seen her anywhere. I created a stark image of her: Black hair, cropped short and curled, dark eyebrows, dark eyes, pale skin. My aunt was offering to drive her to her hometown, but she declined. She insisted she could handle the drive on her own, and when she got there, she had family who would take care of her while she got over her loss. While she and my aunt were talking, the delay was in my front yard, occupying himself somehow. I'm not sure exactly what he was doing, but he would go to the house across the street and do his thing in that yard, then come back to my yard. I kept watching his progress, and just couldn't stop feeling so bummed out that the real person was gone.

auralpoison
For some reason last night was a doozy!

Okay so I am living in this weird house with ugly orange shag carpet. The doorbells rings & it's an old friend I am no longer friends with since she is crazy & I know this. So I let her in & her creepy boyfriend slips in right behind her. We talk for a while, have a drink or two, catch up, but I notice that they are both twitchy & I don't like the looks of the guy. I wrap things up & ask her to leave. They refuse, we begin to argue. They both troop down into the basement & watch tv. Twitch twitch twitch. I call the cops. Fighting really begins between me & the boyfriend, I fuck him up pretty good. For some reason she comes up to me & bashes me in the hip with a giant hot pink vibrator. I proceed to fuck her up pretty good until the cops get there & pull us apart. We are both screaming & yelling pretty good, initially the cops try to arrest me, too & I offer them some choice words. Somehow, I wake up & it's the next day & I am in hospital. Turns out they drink drugged me & she really fucked up my hip with that vibrator. My mom & my auntie are both in the room with me, for some reason we are watching Cubs baseball & William Petersen throws out the first pitch. The nurse comes in & jabs a giant needle into my hip & hooks me up to a machine, it makes my mouth start to water & I stand over the in room sink with slobber pouring out of my mouth. People stop by to visit me, all I can do is drool. They each bring me a different variety of "safety" vibrator & make fun of how I acted when I was drugged. Which I then see on the tv news. And then I woke up.
jsmith
I'll say that was a doozy..
buttercups
I had the most awful dream last night, the kind that sticks with you allll day that you just want to forget. I dreamed that my sister went missing. We couldn't find her, her husband hadn't seen her in a really long time. I was more and more hysterical with each day that went by without her, and me and my dad dug up the basement and the house, and everything looking for her. It had snowed in my dream and I looked out my window and some of the snow had melted and I see the shape of a body under the snow. I frantically run outside, absolutely terrified, hoping she's still alive, that I can revive her, anything. I get there, and there's her body, dead and buried in the snow right under my bedroom window.

I woke up so terrified and I've been disturbed about it all day. I just called my sister to make sure that she's ok. I've been feeling really worried lately about something happening to someone in my family for some reason, so I guess that's why I had it I don't know, but it sure was horrible.
jsmith
I've had lots of dreams about shells and being at the beach. One in particular stands out, though the beach is just the backdrop, not really the major thing that stands out in my mind.
I was with this family: a mom and dad, and their infant daughter. The mom and dad were bickering over something silly, and upsetting the baby. I was just standing around feeling awkward. We all got into their car and went to the beach. There were huge rocks out on the sand, and I went to pick one up. I looked under it and found a bunch of big marine mollusk shells, and a few really big terrestrial snail shells. One of the terrestrial shells still had an animal inside. The shell and the animal itself were really big, strangely colored, and the shell was shaped unlike any other I have ever seen. The animal wasn't afraid of me and started creeping along my hand and arm. It must have been sleepy, because it yawned.. lol.
So I put the shells and the snail back where I found them, with the intent to come back later and retrieve them. I went back to where I left my bickering companions and found that the mom was nowhere to be seen. The dad told me that she ran off. He was holding something in his arms. He went to a still pool and threw what he was carrying into the water. I looked, and saw that it was the baby, tightly wrapped in saran wrap. The film was stretched over her face, so there was no way she could breathe. The dad had disappeared, and I grabbed the baby out of the water and tore the cling film off of her. I was relieved to see her start breathing again. I sat there with her, trying to think of what might possess this guy to try to kill his daughter. I "knew" him to be a doting father, and had been so sure that he would never do anything to hurt his kid. I had also been so sure that the mom would never run off and leave her husband and child. So then I started wondering if both of these people had some kind of psychotic break, mom ran off and dad tried to kill the baby for revenge, or if the dad alone had a psychotic break and killed the mom, then tried to kill the baby. I never came to a conclusion, and never went back for the shells/snail.
jsmith
Maybe there's an artist in me, screaming for release, harhar. For the third or fourth time I've dreamt that I have been enrolled in an art class at uni, but completely forgot about it, so I missed nearly every class. When I do suddenly remember it, there is this almost mystical quality about it, like something profound will happen if I actually show up that day. It also occurs to me that I had better start showing up for the class, lest I FAIL.
jsmith
I had what seemed like one really long dream last night. It was quite different from what I'm used to. I felt guilty when I woke from it.
My aunt had died in a car accident. I was so upset by it, I was sobbing so much I couldn't stand straight. It seemed like I was the only one who was upset, too. My grandmother (her sister) was telling me that there was an investigation into the accident/death, and the people in charge thought they knew why it happened. Allegedly, my aunt was taking some kind of medication, and the pharmacist who filled the script told her that the doctor gave her bad indications, that she needed to take a higher dose than what was prescribed. She did as the pharmacist instructed, got completely messed up by the drug, and had the accident. She told me this rather nonchalantly. I kept thinking to myself, "She has to be upset. Why isn't she showing it?? I can hardly contain myself, and she wasn't even my sister." My uncle (her husband) magically appeared behind me, and was talking as if nothing had happened. That blew me away.
Then later, I was walking around the bad side of a relatively large city. There were hordes of people out, it was like there was some kind of mass migration. I heard whimpering coming from an alley, and turned into it to see what was going on. There were a bunch of puppies looking up to the top of a stack of cages. What must have been their mother was crouching there, clearly afraid of the height, and unable to get down. I walked over, picked her up, set her on the ground, and off she and her puppies went. I looked back at the stack of cages and was met with a very grotesque sight. Stuck to the metal was the front end of a cat. There was no head, just the front arms and the structures they articulate with (the entire... fragment.. was still covered with fur). The claws were protracted, tightly clinging to the metal. There was no blood, but no decomposition, so the cat had been newly killed. I assumed the dog had had something to do with it. I looked away from the.. fragment.. and saw that 6 kittens had appeared around my ankles. I assumed the thing I had been looking at was at one time their mother. I remembered my own odd situation, and decided that I had better get moving again. A fox turned into the alley at that time, and came sniffing around the kittens. I wanted to try to help them all, but there really wasn't anything I could do. I scooped one up (its coloring looked like that of a leopard) to take with me. I was leaving the rest of those poor kittens with a voracious fox.. As I was turning away I saw the fox bite down on one of them, and heard it cry out in pain. I told myself that there wasn't anything I could do, that I had to let nature do its thing.
So when I woke up I felt rather guilty, that 1) I dreamt my aunt was dead and I was the only one who gave a damn, and 2) I dreamt that I left these defenseless little kittens to die painfully. IRL, plenty of people would care if my aunt was gone. IRL, I would do whatever I had to do to preserve an entire litter of.. anything. Kittens, puppies, whatever. I'm a bleeding heart animal lover, and the imagery from this dream was appalling, yet I had this very flippant attitude. It's just bizarre how we seem to be entirely different in dreams. But when I have one as poignant as this one was, I can't help but wonder about myself (not in a good way, either).
auralpoison
It's strange how INTENSE the feelings brought up in dreams can be. At one point in my life I was very seriously in love with this man, but it was like, fifteen years ago. I maybe saw him last when I was nineteen. I don't feel much of anything for him anymore outside of curiosity, but when I woke up this morning I swear I loved him more in that first ten minutes half awake than I ever had before. And then I brushed my teeth.

So this was a weird kind of St Elmo's Fire kinda dream in that it featured a bunch of people from high school that were friends but were all older than me & that we were running around in our early twenties making horrible mistakes. I have this sort of "dream" city that my mind has created. It's home, but it's not home. The architecture is the same, the neighborhood looks similar, but nothing is 100% familiar. So a group of us are out at the bar & the one guy that I was in love with, we shall call him M, walks in. We all hang out catch up, drink, party, whatever. M & I have this weird moment which is basically a replay of a moment we had years before, I just didn't cry this time around & was completely cool about it. Eventually we head back to our friend R's apartment (Apparently in my dream world we'd been having friendly sex. WEIRD.) to chillax, I stop off on the way at somebody else's apartment to smoke some pot & have a pretty serious make-out session with some mental composite guy that my mind created. M comes & finds me & takes me to last call at my local where we barely squeak in & I order eggs over hard & salmon(?) with a large salty dog, M has the same. M & I go outside to smoke, have a moment where we talk about how things went wrong & if we ever think they'll be right & if it's worth losing it all if the time is never right. I say no, go back, we eat & are kicked out since it's closing time. We head back to R's. We're all kicked back on comfy furniture & rehashing old shit & talking & I find myself getting cozier & cozier with R, but not really being into it. Eventually everybody filters out & it's just me, R, & M. I decide to leave with M, but that I am going home, not home with him. While we're walking home, it starts to rain & he tries to kiss me, but I push him away. We wind up going to his place because it starts really coming down & his place is closer. He runs me a hot bath in this big white clawfoot tub & I climb in & try to soak the cold away. He brings me towels & a hot toddy, but quickly exits the bathroom. He comes back, naked (Which is weird. I recall his body with an uncanny clarity. He had this super-soft candyfluff blonde pubic hair.) this time & sinks to his knees next to the tub. We talk, he's upset by how unmoved I am at the whole thing. I let him kiss me, but he can tell there's no real love in it, just sadness. When I get out of the tub he dries me off & we go to bed. Eventually he's wrapped around me sobbing & I just lay there running my fingers through his hair.
jsmith
My grandmother's sister, her kids, and their families were in town this past weekend. On Saturday I was sitting in the backyard with her 10 year old granddaughter, who was painting my nails. Aunt S came into the backyard and was telling F (her granddaughter) about this butterfly she found at a rest stop. She held it out in her hand for us both to see. It was a vivid blue and black. It wasn't too battered, so we could still appreciate its beauty. Aunt S then propped it up in a bush so it could decay and go back into the elements.
That night I dreamt I was standing in the driveway (the driveways are in the back in my neighborhood, so they abut the backyards). There was a tall, dark-haired, old-ish man there, too. I was looking at him from behind, so I never saw his face. He went into the backyard through the gate, started heading for the gate at the other end of the yard, and slowed down in front of the bush. He had noticed the butterfly, and asked "What's this?" He reached out and made to pick it up, but as soon as he touched it, the butterfly came back to life and flew away into the tree across the little walkway. He said "Oh, that's right."
I was only a little bit startled. Apparently this guy could touch dead things and bring them back to proper life, but it was an ability that would come and go, and he never seemed to remember it immediately when it would show itself.


Last night I dreamt that my SO was parked in front of the house, the engine idling. He was waiting for my brother. I asked him (my brother) where they were going, and he said something like "a concert." Well, I wanted to go too, so I told him to go out there and tell A (my SO) to wait just a few minutes so I could get a few things together and go with them. Well, my brother went out there, got in the car, I went to my bedroom to grab a few things, and when I looked outside, they were gone. Holy fuck, I was pissed. So I got into my car and followed them. I caught up with them at the concert, came up to my brother and started berating him for not telling A that I wanted to come to. He said something like "As if I didn't tell him, and he just ignored that. As if he didn't want you to come. As if he isn't tired of being around you." Naturally, this hurt my feelings, and I left. I thought to myself, "Alright then, he won't see hide nor hair of me for a long damn time."

Of course, A has given no indication that he's tired of me IRL. But I do worry that he will become that way. I have a tendency to project my own traits onto other people: every previous boyfriend I've had would very quickly wear on my nerves, so I would start avoiding them. This isn't the case with A, I don't think I could ever get tired of him. But part of me thinks, as much of an ass as I've been to past boyfriends, it would serve me right if A did get tired of me and start pulling away.
olhakadirf
*delurks*
So usually I dream of my abuser, especially ever since he tried to sneak back into my life about a year ago, I started having these very vivid violent night mares, but a week or so ago, I had one that did not involve him, and I was so grateful, but the dream was horrible, I was in my house looking out the window, and I saw a motorcycle with 2 adults on it, getting ready to turn the corner, but attached to the motorcycle was this ridiculously long pole, like a flag pole, on it's side, and a baby was playing on the end of it, well when it made the corner it smacked into a big tree and decapitated the baby, the head flew into my front yard and the body just fell, the adults just kept riding and went around the block, they came back around and started casually searching for the head, I could see it from the window, but was angry that they didn't seem to care so I just watched them look. Finally the woman found the head picked it up and started investigating the inside of the neck which was sliced clean, it looked like a smooth stub of brain, and a bit of bone, all wet, but not bloody. she walked away with it, and I woke up. I don't know, I almost prefer the other dreams over this one...
auralpoison
An interesting article from the NYT about possibly "curing" nightmares.
jsmith
That's interesting. I'm no psychologist, but in response to the argument that changing one's dreams will rob one of the chance to have something important brought to one's attention, I must say that I would assume, if something was so goddamned important, the subconscious would find some other way to have the issue surface.
And that's assuming that all dreams are caused by the subconscious trying to send a message. I think a lot of dreams/nightmares are simply caused by random neural activity. Not everything has to have a meaning.

Like the dream I had last night - it was odd, and there didn't seem to be any order or logic behind it.
I was in a hospital. I wasn't sick, I wasn't visiting anyone, I didn't work there. I was just randomly sauntering around. I was halfway down one hallway and saw a sign that said something to the effect of "Authorized personnel only, no one else can enter, turn around and go back," so naturally I decided to be intrusive and kept walking into this restricted zone. I walked for a few minutes more, and saw a woman leaning against the wall, grinning. She was chatting with someone who wasn't there. She turned to me and said "Dr. So-and-so would like to see you in such-and-such building." I was thinking, "But I don't work here... I guess I'm going to get told off by this Dr. So-and-so for barging into a restricted area." I wasn't fazed, I was actually interested to see this Dr, and what would be in this other building, which I assumed was also restricted. I followed the woman to this other building, and she passed me off to the doctor. I barely noticed him, because immediately I saw that the building had just one massive room, and this massive room was lined with "auditoriums." I don't suppose they were true auditoriums since there were no partitions, they were all wide open to the center walkway and to each other.

The performances that were occurring on the stages were ending. People were starting to get up to leave, and as I looked around I realized that I actually was sort of being punished for barging into the restricted area. A lot of the performance-goers were shifting, some before my eyes, and some when I looked away. I would be looking at one person, would look away for a moment, and when I looked back they had changed noticeably. One man clearly aged about 20 years in the moment that I was looking away from him. It was rather unsettling. I told the Dr that I was leaving, and that I wouldn't walk into his precious restricted section again. As I was walking back in the direction from which I had come, I saw several women holding trays. Every inch of the trays was covered by brightly colored slugs. They had these huge gaping mouths directed up toward the ceiling, and were giving off this weird call. It sounded like a cross between childrens' laughter and some unearthly high-pitched keening. The women holding the trays were looking down at the slugs as if they were their children. Even more weirded out than I was before, I made a beeline for the door.
jsmith
This one was weird, even for me.

I was going back and forth between two plots, but I'll describe them separately.
In one, I was at the coast with my family and SO. SO looked like an ex of mine, and he was addicted to crack (he isn't IRL) so I was fretting about what to do with him. I still loved him, but since he looked like an ex, and he was a drug addict, I was also wanting to be rid of him. I was wandering the streets, caught a ride from some guy, got back out a few minutes later, and started walking back to my hotel. I felt paranoid that the guy who'd given me a ride might come back and give me trouble. I came upon a crowd of people waiting to get into a water park, and got in line with them. The ground was so covered in algae that we didn't have to walk, we just slid around effortlessly.
The really WEIRD one was like this: I was lying on my bed, SO was to my right, my brother was to my left, and someone else was to SO's right. We were watching a movie which the unknown person claimed was Clockwork Orange. I had previously informed them that I refused to watch that trash, but s/he assured me that there were no violent scenes, so I let them put in the movie. The storyline was about a woman who was trying to get out of a relationship. Too often she would go to sleep and have bizarre dreams. The one I can remember was in stop-motion claymation. The coloring was very stark. It featured a small man with collar-length red hair.. then it cut to a tall person wearing a diaper with living, seeing eyes in the front, which were looking malevolently at the small man. A void appeared in the top of the little man's head, and a fetus-sized version of him flew straight up out of the void, and landed in a clear glass vase. The woman stared in bewilderment at the fetus, which grinned stupidly and stared back at her. All the while, there was a voice-over of an older woman talking about what the nazis did to the jews. By her tone, she was a nazi sympathizer. Keep in mind this was all in claymation. Even in the dream, I was really put off by it. I had no idea what would come next, and had to force myself to keep watching.
auralpoison
Huh. I know I have issues, but my dreams lately have featured me getting into screaming match type arguments with my dead parents. I do not know why it has become such a frequent theme; I know that I have a LOT of unresolved parent shit fuckin' up my head, but I am tired of fighting with the dead. I just wish they'd just go the fuck away.

Travel has also featured prominently. Airports mostly. Airport to airport, last night we wound up on the tarmac & a plane crashed in front of us. They led us through this crazy network of back passages from the runways to the terminal building. There was a weird ceramic sculpture that was basically water trickling from various different vaginas into other vaginas, so on & so forth. They were highly glazed & looked like these weird pots a friend of my parents throws.

And the other night I had a dream where I had a very very tiny white teacup chihuahua named Diego. I fell asleep with a movie channel on, I think Beverly Hill Chihuahua must have come on or something in the night & invaded my dreamscape.
purpledaze5
I just had a dream about vampires...I think its because I just finished watching True Blood! HEHE
auralpoison
Man, oh, man did I have an awful one last night. Mine are always weird, but this was also über violent. Some relatives had broken into my place & rendered me unconscious, I came to & chased them out, they sicced a dog on me. Here my brain must have farted because it was an English bulldog & not a pit. I ran back into the house & barricaded myself in the bathroom. I turned to the shower to hide, there was a woman's body sans head slumped over. I started screaming her name, "Lisa" over & over again, my mind realized this was too much for me & woke me up. Whew!
auralpoison
Big dream jumble last night!

The grossest one involved soaking my feet & the left one had a huge, weird callous on it. I went after it with a pumice stone & wore most of it away eventually & started to tear off the dead skin. Under it was a bed of large, slick white watermelon seeds.

Another involved my being in high school. I was in some school where there was utter lawlessness & kids were going buckwild. The guy whose locker was next to mine 7-9 was beckoned out of the room by another boy, I followed, they were gang raping hippie/vegan girls in another class room. The girl that was currently being raped declined help, but I led the one before her away & she was oddly a girl I went to art school with. When I got her to the office, there were several people there, but they were all variations on the same guy. Same face, diff hair, piercings, etc. We had an altercation.

The next one was me being in a car with my parents & my dad driving us through insane storm weather. Huh.
foryoursplendor
For some reason, I have been dreaming consistently over approx a year, about a blonde guy who has a crush on me and we're both too shy to hook up. He is apparently from the art school I went to and we meet at art happenings, and try to talk online. It sounds kinda exciting and fun, only this guy doesn't exist nor does he resemble any real person or desire from me to be into art guys. (Gave that one up long ago when I hooked up with a classmate and it was ridiculous.)

Weird, but I am enjoying it tongue.gif
genghis cunt
QUOTE(auralpoison @ Nov 18 2010, 08:47 PM) *
Here my brain must have farted because it was an English bulldog & not a pit.


Not sure why it had to be a pit bull. Were you attacked by one at some point?
auralpoison
Okay. I had a VERY explicit sex dream last night. I was having sex with two guys at once. I don't remember who the one guy was, but the other? Was Zac Efron. ZAC EFRON. I don't think I've ever seen one of the dude's movies, I cannot even say I find him attractive, but in my dream I was totally blowing him & even gobbled his goo. Crikey.
auralpoison
Oh boy! This is weird.

So I was dreaming about an ex-boyfriend & his now wife & kid. He was like Q from James Bond & she was like, some kind of mecha super heroine. They lived on a horse farm. One of their horses got sick, so I went to visit them. The wife was not crazy about this, but their son was really upset about the horse, so she let me stay. I went out to the barn & laid with the horse & it miraculously got better; I was the Horsewhisperer or some cray cray shizz. My ex made me some kind of crazy magic laser pointer, but I had to leave because mecha-wife was upset. She dropped me off at a shopping mall that had an area with tvs & stuff & Jennifer Love Hewitt was playing me in a tv series of the Horsewhisper & what had just gone down in real life was now playing out on tv. I sat & watched & controlled the remote in the mall. Some sports bar guys came out of nowhere with beers & started sitting down, but they didn't want to watch my show. I wanted beer, so I gave the remote to a really short guy with really long hair & he changed the channel to the Boondocks. The sports bar guys did not mind the Boondocks & I went to get a beer. Then I woke up.
jsmith
I've been taking Zoloft to control my somewhat obnoxious GAD symptoms, and it seems to have had the opposite effect on me than what it tends to have on other people. Apparently other people start having more vivid dreams when taking it. My crazy ass dreams became rather tame.... or mundane, rather. They became more story-lined and coherent, but not at all as interesting as they were pre-zoloft. Well, I ran out of my meds a few days ago and haven't got off my ass to refill the script. Along with that annoying medicine-head feeling I had a bizarre dream last night:
It was my day off of work, but I was still at my workplace (retail). It was insanely busy. A relative of one of my coworkers came along and dropped a toddler off. I was thinking, what they hell is she supposed to do with this kid? This was a strange looking kiddo, too. S/he had rumpled gray hair, and was rather obese.
The store manager came along and started operating a register, but suddenly became stock-still. One of my other coworkers said, "She's having a diabetic attack, Paul, give her some sugar." Paul (co-manager) gave her a piece of gum and disappeared. She started chewing on the gum, then morphed into a fruit bat. I thought this little fruit bat was absurdly cute, so I scooped her up thinking she needed protection (she was still not moving so much).
Then, neither the store manager nor the co-manager were there. Only the assistant manager. I offered to clock in and help everyone else out since it was insanely busy, and the asst manager said "I might take you up on that"
Then I was outside, walking toward Ross (Dress for Less!). One of the regular customers where I work was there, too. She spotted me and said "I hate red hair!" I thought "Okay, to hell with you" and started looking around Ross. I quickly realized that there was nothing there that interested me, so I walked out. I remembered that I had left my laptop outside (!) and went to retrieve it. Turns out the laptop I reached for was somebody else's. I finally located mine, and remembered that some real life vampires were out and about. I said to the guy standing next to me "Great. This is going to kick-start that stupid vampire movie craze all over again!"
My coworker who had been saddled with the strange looking kid was walking out of the store with the kid in tow. I asked her where she was off to, she said it was her lunch break. The wind picked up massively... it was unbelievably rough.
Everybody around me started to panic. Society was breaking down, the violent winds were a sign of this. I thought that I had better get home to the boy (who was my real life SO, but would morph into someone else periodically, then would morph back into himself), I didn't want to be without him any longer, and to hell with my offer to work that day. I didn't want to be out in this storm that was brewing.
So I jumped into my car, several other people wrenched open my passenger doors and jumped in with me. Turns out they were family members, so I didn't mind terribly. Only, my driver side door refused to close completely. Something was getting in the way, but I didn't have time to figure it out. I started the car, bolted down the street, noted that traffic was chaotic. People were panicking. I decided that I would not take the loop because it would surely be jammed. The streets of my city had rearranged when I wasn't looking, so I had to forge a path toward home. I was running red lights, narrowly avoiding hitting dumbass pedestrians who weren't paying attention to where they were going, panic verging on chaos was all over the place.
Somebody on the radio was saying terrorism, somebody else was saying apocalypse, another person was saying a really really bad thunder storm was cooking. I had no idea what was really happening, all I knew was that there were no burning buildings, no menacing clouds, no angels of the apocalypse, etc. If all of the panicking people were to suddenly disappear, everything would look perfectly normal. The entire feeling of foreboding that I felt was coming entirely from these civilized people turned frightened animals.
Through all of this, my driver side door remained barely closed, despite my repeated attempts to fully close the damn thing.
I got home to the boy, only he wasn't himself, he was Someone Else. I hugged him, and when I released him he was himself again.

There was a whole hell of a lot more detail going on, but it was chaotic enough that I really can't place what happened where.
I prefer my dreams this way. I don't like that the zoloft calms them. But I also don't like my annoying little GAD symptoms..

*Holy mother, I was just reading my last entry. I barely remember that conglomerate dream. Makes me wonder what other crazy dreams I have forgotten.
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maybe you can add an update... I am really curious
jsmith
I'm still on the zoloft, and take it regularly, and my bizarre dreams eventually came back in full force.
I came here to tell y'all about the one from last night, it was especially strange tongue.gif

Imagine a creature like gollum crossed with a human, and imagine that creature has a fucked up mutilated face.
This thing was living where I work. He was like a zombie in that if he bit you, you became something like him. He was unlike a zombie in that he was never human, and he didn't try to really eat people. He just would take one bite out of a person if he could.
He was vicious, too. He went after everyone, but preferred to try to take a bite out of me. I was always harrassing him, and any time he came near me I would take an axe or a shovel, or whatever heavy object was at hand, and beat him about his head until his skull caved in.
This didn't kill him, though. Nothing could kill that little fucker. I even went so far as to cave in his skull, dismember him, cremate the parts, and vacuum up the ashes. I had a girl take the vacuum bag out to get rid of it, and he somehow re-constituted himself in the space of 30 seconds, and killed the girl.
I got to where I was tired of messing with him, so I tried to avoid him. At one point I was in a short bus which my father was driving, and the gollum-zombie was sitting in one of the seats behind me, carrying on a civil conversation with my dad. My dad turned to me and told me about how the gollum-zombie had 'reformed.' I figured it was a load of bull, so I turned around and just watched him. He watched me back. He lunged forward with his mouth wide open as if to bite, then laughed and got back into his seat. A joke, but I still figured he hadn't really changed.
Sure enough, when my dad got out of the short bus to go into a convenience store, the little bastard jumped up onto the dash board and tried to bite me. I whacked him with something, can't remember what.
The next moment I was at the university, deep down in the basement. The gollum-zombie had his lair somewhere down there, and I was going around throwing grenades into large, cavernous, dark spaces. I had thrown so many that the entire structure was starting to come down. I somehow made it back up onto the ground floor in a harry-potter-fashion (I had a wand that allowed me to fly, haha), warned every person that I came across that the building was going to topple, ran to my car, and took off. I was 99% sure that the creature was in his lair when the building came down, and if he was, he wouldn't be able to escape all the stone and rubble.
The dream ended there. It's almost comical when I think about it now, lol.
seikialice88
QUOTE(jsmith @ Nov 11 2011, 01:44 PM) *
I'm still on the zoloft, and take it regularly, and my bizarre dreams eventually came back in full force.
I came here to tell y'all about the one from last night, it was especially strange tongue.gif

Imagine a creature like gollum crossed with a human, and imagine that creature has a fucked up mutilated face.
This thing was living where I work. He was like a zombie in that if he bit you, you became something like him. He was unlike a zombie in that he was never human, and he didn't try to really eat people. He just would take one bite out of a person if he could.
He was vicious, too. He went after everyone, but preferred to try to take a bite out of me. I was always harrassing him, and any time he came near me I would take an axe or a shovel, or whatever heavy object was at hand, and beat him about his head until his skull caved in.
This didn't kill him, though. Nothing could kill that little fucker. I even went so far as to cave in his skull, dismember him, cremate the parts, and vacuum up the ashes. I had a girl take the vacuum bag out to get rid of it, and he somehow re-constituted himself in the space of 30 seconds, and killed the girl.
I got to where I was tired of messing with him, so I tried to avoid him. At one point I was in a short bus which my father was driving, and the gollum-zombie was sitting in one of the seats behind me, carrying on a civil conversation with my dad. My dad turned to me and told me about how the gollum-zombie had 'reformed.' I figured it was a load of bull, so I turned around and just watched him. He watched me back. He lunged forward with his mouth wide open as if to bite, then laughed and got back into his seat. A joke, but I still figured he hadn't really changed.
Sure enough, when my dad got out of the short bus to go into a convenience store, the little bastard jumped up onto the dash board and tried to bite me. I whacked him with something, can't remember what.
The next moment I was at the university, deep down in the basement. The gollum-zombie had his lair somewhere down there, and I was going around throwing grenades into large, cavernous, dark spaces. I had thrown so many that the entire structure was starting to come down. I somehow made it back up onto the ground floor in a harry-potter-fashion (I had a wand that allowed me to fly, haha), warned every person that I came across that the building was going to topple, ran to my car, and took off. I was 99% sure that the creature was in his lair when the building came down, and if he was, he wouldn't be able to escape all the stone and rubble.
The dream ended there. It's almost comical when I think about it now, lol.


Thanks you for the post.
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