Topic: Dream Log (Read 32494 times)

Fishboy · « **Reply #50 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 03:37 »

I get decidedly odd dreams by most peoples standards. I do not like to sleep a lot of the time.

Iron_Fist · « **Reply #51 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 15:06 »

I had my very first lucid dream experience a couple of days ago. I had a false awakening, and was in some sort of ruined temple in a jungle. It appeared as though I had just fallen from a ladder into the ruins. The ladder led to a portal that was the entrance to my previous dream, the one I had just had a false awakening from. I decided to focus my attention on the Tiger. Because you know, it was a fucking TIGER! I looked at the tiger and said "holy shit... I'm in a dream."
The tiger looked at me and spake, "you sure on that one bro?"
I answered in the affirmative. After that the tiger proceeded to walk around giving me a lecture on the nature of dreams and reality. I really can't remember the specifics. It is also interesting to note that he started clawing at my pants in the way that a cat claws at a couch.

sandysmilinstrange · « **Reply #52 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 15:23 »

Last night for the first time in a long time I had my scary hitchhiker dream.

In this dream I am driving to Oxford (going to visit my sister) and still driving the car I had in high school, mayitrestinpeace. I see a man trying to flag down a ride on the side of the road, but because I am a girl and driving alone, I do not try to pick him up. I drive further. The song on the radio switches to a poorly recorded song played on a violin and I look down to change stations. When I look up, I see the same man standing on the side of the road. Reasonably thinking that he couldn't have traveled this distance faster than me, I decide to look back when I get to the stop sign and see if it's the same guy or just my imagination or what. I stop, look over my right shoulder and see no one on the side of the road. As I turn back around, the violin music comes back on again, and the man is standing right next to my car looking in the driver's side window. I usually wake up right when he breaks the glass, though in the past a few times I have grappled with him for a bit before I wake up.

It's very vivid. And frightening.

onewheelwizzard · « **Reply #53 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 16:29 »

Quote from: Ozymandias on 15 Feb 2009, 18:46

Last night I had a dream where I was on a toilet going to take a shit but my nieces kept trying to get in through the window until they finally managed, then unlocked the doors and like 10 people came into the bathroom and were just talking and I was like "Dudes, I am busy here." but they wouldn't leave so I got up and went through the door into the bathroom(there was a bathroom adjacent to the first bathroom, because this was a modern house) and I really had to shit so bad that when I finally got to I was both coughing up shit and shitting at the same time and had to spit my shit into the toilet.

I think it means something.

If you were a random anonymous person on the internet who I knew nothing about, and that was your dream, my first guess at an interpretation of it would be that you might be a person who is so self-conscious about hanging on to a lot of stuff that you perhaps don't want to let anyone know about (like negative judgments of yourself and/or others that you don't think you "should" have) that, terrified and embarrassed at the thought of being seen associated with the (unpleasant-looking) process of relieving yourself of these judgments (perhaps you would cry, or say things you consider beneath yourself) that it is actually taking a toll on the quality of your life in some way, and that some relief from the stress of "holding on to your shit," so to speak, would be a good idea (usually taking the form of talking about your judgments and fears to someone who wanted to listen to them).

(The trick here is that this is true to some extent for almost everyone, and all I need to do is phrase it in a certain way that makes an implicit connection to the dream. Dream analysts are people who successfully form a connection between anything that's true for most (or even some) people and any dream that anyone has, such that the dreamer in each particular case finds the connection meaningful or enlightening to some extent and believes it to have revealed something about themselves to themselves. It's not impossible that this vague and impromptu dream analysis itself might be successful, but I personally think that any kind of dream analysis that isn't actually driven by a lot of personal character judgment, which I obviously have little to no basis for in this case, is really just a guess. Here, watch, I'll do it again.)

Quote from: Iron_Fist on 16 Feb 2009, 15:06

I had my very first lucid dream experience a couple of days ago. I had a false awakening, and was in some sort of ruined temple in a jungle. It appeared as though I had just fallen from a ladder into the ruins. The ladder led to a portal that was the entrance to my previous dream, the one I had just had a false awakening from. I decided to focus my attention on the Tiger. Because you know, it was a fucking TIGER! I looked at the tiger and said "holy shit... I'm in a dream."
The tiger looked at me and spake, "you sure on that one bro?"
I answered in the affirmative. After that the tiger proceeded to walk around giving me a lecture on the nature of dreams and reality. I really can't remember the specifics. It is also interesting to note that he started clawing at my pants in the way that a cat claws at a couch.

The guess I'd make at what is often true for people and might therefore be true Iron_Fist is that maybe there is a really strong urge (that remains unexpressed as any consciously felt emotion) to explore alternate forms or states of consciousness. Having a first lucid dream tends to be a bit of a wake-up call to that drive, and the fact that his immediate reaction to having a lucid dream was to examine and question the nature of that mind state suggests that maybe he'd get a lot out of a deliberate effort to explore the subject.

(Of course, anyone who seriously tries to interpret their own dreams is going to fail MUCH more often than anyone who examines the dreams of others. The whole premise behind interpreting a dream is an attempt to "uncover" something that may have been "true" for a while but was never consciously "known," something that the "subconscious" mind is attempting to bring to the attention of the conscious mind. Therefore, a conscious mind is going to have a hard time of coming up with precisely the truth that has been hidden for long enough to have surfaced in a dream.)

Man I don't know a whole lot about what I'm talking about but this is pretty easy. Maybe it's cause this is the first thread I replied to after getting high? I did the same thing on the "sweeping generalizations based on music taste" thread but I can't remember if I was stoned at the time or not.

Iron_Fist · « **Reply #54 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 16:43 »

Actually I've been trying to lucid dream for a while now. This is just the first one.

onewheelwizzard · « **Reply #55 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 17:02 »

Well there you go then.

kanavazk · « **Reply #56 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 17:39 »

I don't have anything to contribute to the thread ATM because usually when I have a dream I forget it as soon as I wake up, or if it's really epic I remember most of the details for about ten minutes then the dream slowly deteriorates over time. When I remember something I'll post here.

Iron_Fist · « **Reply #57 on:** 16 Feb 2009, 17:43 »

The best way to help with recall, is when you wake up, to just lie absolutely still, and try and remember the details of the dream. Then, when you have it all solid in your head, write it down or something. I write it as if I'm writing a story.

Emaline · « **Reply #58 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 00:02 »

Dream 1: I'm in a nice house that is mine, or maybe my parents, and we either live here, and just moved, or it is our vacation home. Everyone starts discussing how we will give thanks and worship, and being the nonreligious ass that I am start to make jokes about it. Very sarcastic jokes. No one laughs. Then a few people I know, or used to know(they were old old friends from fucking middle school that i haven't seen in a very very long time.), came in. They ran to a corner, which I noticed had darkened spots on the floor. I make jokes about how they are involved in this silly religion and how I didn't expect to see them here. Everyone, myself excluded, puts on pig masks, and begin to dig in the spots on the floor, stuff their faces, and sing about being a gluttonous pig. I am horrified, and make awkward jokes about this being a cult. My mom yells at me, and demands I worship the same as everyone else. I am disgusted.

Dream 2: I am trying to catch a train. I am driving a car(I don't drive.). It is black. Maybe a Jetta. It is nice. My friend(and excrush and current unattainable crush and one of my best friends ever) is in the car with me. He is talking, and I know he is trying to stay something, but I can't hear him. We get to the station. The train is getting ready to leave. There are gaurds. There is a high fence, with barbed wire on the top. My friend stands next to me as I try to climb. He looks concerned but doesn't talk. The sun is high in the sky. The sky is very blue. The trees are very green. The ground is very brown. Everything is very clear. I can see everything. My friend seems worried.

Dream 3: I am in a filthy house. It is in the middle of nowhere, but also deep in the ghetto of a city. I don't know where I am. I don't know anyone. People who I barely know are here. I am supposed to be hanging out with them. I feel like I am house sitting. The house is disgusting. It smells like lizards and crikets. There are molding dishes in the sink. I want to clean. A man calls me "Anime boobs". People joke about the size of my breasts. Everyone says they are huge, thus the name. I become very self concious. I want to do the dishes. My clothes don't fit. I have on bright colors. The house is dark, and drab. Muted colors. Everything feels moist, mossy. It's cold, but the sun is out and it is hot. They try to get me to drink. Everyone hands me vodka. Everyone calls me "Anime boobs". I feel alone.

These are just the past few days worth of dreams. I recently stopped taking sleeping pill every night. Now i have these dreams.

Harun · « **Reply #59 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 01:16 »

I had a dream that I worked as a janitor at a college. Sometimes I see complicated equations on chalkboards, and I just solve them.

Masterbainter · « **Reply #60 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 01:44 »

Okay, I really didn't want to post this, but it's been bothering me all day and I can't tell RL people.

Dream (part 1): Setting: My hometown but it is a little more advance in terms of stuff is cleaner people seem more decent and just a more relaxed feeling about it.

I am walking along the only 4 lane street and I come across my ex girlfriend (really long story but she is widely not accepted by my family/friends nor myself.. well at least she shouldn't be accepted by me). She is trying to talk to me about possibly giving her yet another chance and I don't want to hear it so I start running. I fun so fast that I am able to make each block in 2 or 3 strides.

As I look back I see her trying to follow me, but she is no where near as fast and soon is in the very far far distance behind me till she just vanishes.

I turn up a street and head to my parent's house...dream fades...

Dearm (part2): Setting: The basement of my parents house but isn't the house I remember growing up in.

The dream fades in with me in the a room in the basement. I am sitting on my bed talking to my ex girlfriend. She is persistance with her badgering me on starting a relatioship back up with her. I eventually give in and am reluctantly taken into my bed in which I do "things" with her. We finish and I feel a moment of happiness as I hold onto her. I hear foot steps upstairs and my happy feeling soon turns into dread as I know now my little fantasy of having her again is going to be made public... dream fades...

Dream (part3): Setting: around the house

I am trying to avoid my parents and friends as they are trying to confront me about what has happened. My dad finally gets a hold of me and starts yelling and telling me what a fool I am. My friends look at me as if i've killed someone (which I haven't). My now ex ex girlfriend is mad at me for not standing up for her. I am confused on how to handle this situation. I regret hooking back up with her but feel it shoudln't be my fault because she pursued till I gave in. I also feel like a weak person for giving in, but also feel as though I should be able to feel good.

Is there a moral? I haven't even thought of or talked to her recently. Why have a dream about her now?

One other thing, I spent last night with my girlfriend with her sleeping next to me. It's so hard when you are seeing someone and you have dreams about past relations and you can't say anything and they know its bothering you. It throws off my whole day. I think I need meds or better coping skills.

Emaline · « **Reply #61 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 01:51 »

So how old are you again?

Fishboy · « **Reply #62 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 02:10 »

Approximately twelve, by my estimate.

Emaline · « **Reply #63 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 02:19 »

After reading his post history, I am pretty sure you are right.

Maybe, he is a joke account. Please?

Masterbainter · « **Reply #64 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 03:11 »

I do tend to joke around alot.

Was I wrong in posting my dream? I'm very confused by your statements and they tend to be condescending in my view. I could be wrong though.

onewheelwizzard · « **Reply #65 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 09:51 »

Masterbainter, there's no reason why you can't tell people about your dreams. The truth is that you're troubled by them, so tell people THAT. It doesn't need to be all like "hey I'm having dreams about my ex so therefore I must be SECRETLY STILL IN LOVE WITH HER OH NO," and anyone who immediately believes that about you because of your dreams definitely cares more about their own fears than about you. I mean, so what if you're having weird dreams? It doesn't need to mean anything, dreams are weird to begin with. Besides, it sounds like the whole point behind these dreams that you're having is NOT that you want to get back with your ex but rather that you feel guilty about even THINKING about it. If you explain that, anyone who gets weirded out or mad at you for something you dreamed about is probably not really thinking about you very much, and is instead thinking about how afraid they are about the idea of you wanting your ex back.

Basically, lighten up and stop thinking these dreams are a big deal. They're not. (And you CAN tell people about them, it's actually a pretty good gauge for telling how mindful of your feelings they are.)

Emaline, your first dream makes me think that maybe you see self-indulgence as a religion of sorts? And you can't imagine really indulging yourself as a result, and it makes you feel weird when you're the only one who isn't making yourself happier just for the sake of it? I mean, the fact that your mom yells at you in that dream makes me think that you're aware of this (if it is indeed true for you) and you actually feel a litte guilty about not doing a better job of making yourself happier, but if doing that makes you feel like a pig, I guess it's no wonder. Buying into the idea of doing things for no other reason than to satisfy your desires doesn't make you a cultist, so you should probably do more self-indulgent things (because plenty of them are healthy too!)

Scandanavian War Machine · « **Reply #66 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 11:41 »

last night i had a dream that all my friends were trying to convince me that The Octopus Project is one of the greatest bands ever and i was like "no way, those guys fucking suck."

this is weird because in reality i love The Octopus Project and all my friends hate them (along with almost everything else i listen to) so i woke up being very confused and thinking "wait, do i hate The Octopus Project? what's going on?" but then i realized it was just a dream and that they are a good band.

Ozymandias · « **Reply #67 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 11:46 »

Last night I had a dream that I went to the hospital (where you have to reserve your room ahead of time) because I was like 7 months pregnant but I needed to have the baby now and so I was just sitting in the hospital, waiting to give birth and being worried because it was going to come out of my butt and geez, that was going to hurt.

It did hurt.

Cartilage Head · « **Reply #68 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 11:53 »

Butt baby. Nice.

Iron_Fist · « **Reply #69 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 17:29 »

Quote from: Ozymandias on 17 Feb 2009, 11:46

Last night I had a dream that I went to the hospital (where you have to reserve your room ahead of time) because I was like 7 months pregnant but I needed to have the baby now and so I was just sitting in the hospital, waiting to give birth and being worried because it was going to come out of my butt and geez, that was going to hurt.

It did hurt.

You gave me a good laugh....Be proud.

phooey · « **Reply #70 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 19:58 »

I had a dream last night, fellows, that I was invited to the Planters Peanuts Corporation Headquarters (I realise that they are probably not an independent corporation in and of themselves and really not that big a deal anyways) the wine and dine with the elite and the effete alike. I attended this soiree with the intention of dismantling the evil corporation from the inside out, because over the last weeks I had tracked their movements after having discovered their connection to the growing population of alligators, crocodiles, and other such detrimental caimaninae in the nearby bodies of water. I had taken a select few friends with me (some that I hadn't seen in years, some fabricated) for this most essential mission, but at the fete, they all succumbed to the powers of the Planters Peanuts, coming back from isolated 'factory tours' with vapid stares, dated corporate propaganda on their lips, and Chinese trampstamps visible through their torn clothing - some sort of evil branding, I assume.

As canapes were being served, I slipped off into the background to begin my mission. This is when I fell through some rotten floorboards into a subterranean pool, where John Candy was kayaking. He saw me almost immediately and approached me, telling me I was to be taken to be 'groomed.' After instantaneously acquiring knowledge (as one often does in dreams) that Planters was running a modern day invisible Holocaust and that they were making all the people into granola, I ran, the late great Mr. Candy in hot pursuit. He was surprisingly spry for one so overweight.

This dream tenuously classifies as a nightmare only because the feeling of terror as I rushed through the factory, looking on the faces of those enslaved. I could smell burning flesh in my dream (though it took on hints of a nuttier aroma), and there was blood all over the floor. After running through room after dimly lit, Silent Hill-inspired room, I finally happened upon a dark, cool greenhouse. In the middle of the room filled with rare and fragrant plants, I saw a pale figure on a chaise lounge. When I realised the figure was Voldemort, I woke up in a cold sweat.

Keep up the good work, I love reading all your dreams.

Boro_Bandito · « **Reply #71 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 20:10 »

No sir, you keep up the good work.

ViolentDove · « **Reply #72 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 21:54 »

I've always thought John Candy would be rather dextrous despite his bulk.

Jace · « **Reply #73 on:** 17 Feb 2009, 23:27 »

I had a dream where I met punk rock era Kieffer. We met in some dark restaurant type place, he complemented my pants. He was a very cordial individual, and then we were friends on facebook because we met in person.

phooey · « **Reply #74 on:** 18 Feb 2009, 04:12 »

That kind of sounds like a date in my book

Josefbugman · « **Reply #75 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 01:58 »

I dreamed randomly last night.

It started with a guy talking to his wife, the guy in question is slowly becoming stronger and faster than any human being, its clear he is changing fast and he is worried about his son. Its eventually revealed that he becomes the first superman, flying around and beating the living snot out of people. He isn't that powerful though, he feels pain when shot and all that. Then it switches back to the woman and it turns out that 9 months before the child was born she had an affair with a mister Christopher kent. Now you can all see where this is going, but oddly enough the view then sort of changes. Before now my dream had been bright colours and cheery music, now it goes dirty and shows the grown superman trying to kill the younger because he is slowly losing his powers and is going insane.

Then you flip to the view of a spec ops person breaking into a facility, with the support of the "new" superman, we see them dealing with a lot of enemy firepower, but notice that most of the men have been slaughtered, they then notice a lot of white ichor all over the ground and begin firing wiledly before one of them (from our point of view) blows up a nearby pertol canister, there is a screech like the dying and suddenly the whole screen begins to lighten.

Following that we find the last taped recording of the first superman and then... well then I woke up.

I have been watching WAY too much JLU.

emmalee · « **Reply #76 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 12:05 »

I had several really brief dreams this morning after waking up, deciding not to go to school for my own safety, and sleeping in. One involved me driving to school with a handgun and being intercepted by my friend, who took the gun and threatened me with it outside the front doors. One involved me waking up to my house burning, lit on fire by the guy. One involved me waking up, gun in hand, threatening said friend who was about to shoot me in my bed.

In real life, I am very worried about him. He has a bad personality disorder and last night some stuff went down that has us scared :[

öde · « **Reply #77 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 12:19 »

I had a dream where I got separated from my friends and shot point blank in the throat. It hurt!

Cartilage Head · « **Reply #78 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 12:43 »

I had a dream that I think was inspired by Pineapple Express last night. My friends and I had to fight and hide from some drug dealers and get shot at and stuff. It was pretty cool.

KvP · « **Reply #79 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 13:14 »

I had a nightmare last night in which I got a phone call from my best friend. Basically it was as though the "negative influence" that's been in the back of my head for most of my life (that hasn't been terribly loud lately, thankfully) took on the voice of the person I care for the most in my life, and it sort of tore into me for a few minutes. I woke up severely shaken, but it's gone away in the hours since.

Siibillam-Law · « **Reply #80 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 15:09 »

BACKSTORY, GUYS:::
I was talking to my friend about the best way to get published. He made a joke that the only way it will happen is if I marry Neil Gaiman's daughter Maddy. We laughed.

AND NOW OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION TURN OFF ALL CELLS PLEASE

I was doin' my thing somehwere in some city. It was likely to be somewhere in America although I had never been. When I ran into Maddy gaiman (it was like 4 years in the future so I was 22 she was like 19 or something). But i couldn't figure who the hell she was although her face rang a bell, so I asked if I could buy her a drink while I figured it out. Afterwards, we were walking and we entered a bookstore and I did my usual thing of looking through the Pratchett/Gaiman/Classics and began talking to her as to why Neil Gaiman was the coolest author ever, etc etc. then I realised who she was and that I had ruined what could have been an awesome date by spending ten mintues talking about her dad.

Then the bookstore collapsed around me and I was on the moon.

Noff · « **Reply #81 on:** 19 Feb 2009, 15:24 »

I had a dream where I had a flying scooter and lived in an apartment complex that looked like something from Tron. Unfortunately though the flying scooter couldn't really do anything a normal scooter couldn't, and my future apartment complex still had broken future-appliances so it wasn't really better than its present equivalent. I rode the scooter back to my apartment and ate an orange. It was not futuristic in any way.

onewheelwizzard · « **Reply #82 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 00:46 »

Quote from: Siibillam-Law on 19 Feb 2009, 15:09

I was talking to my friend about the best way to get published. He made a joke that the only way it will happen is if I marry Neil Gaiman's daughter Maddy. We laughed.

AND NOW OUR FEATURE PRESENTATION TURN OFF ALL CELLS PLEASE

I was doin' my thing somehwere in some city. It was likely to be somewhere in America although I had never been. When I ran into Maddy gaiman (it was like 4 years in the future so I was 22 she was like 19 or something). But i couldn't figure who the hell she was although her face rang a bell, so I asked if I could buy her a drink while I figured it out. Afterwards, we were walking and we entered a bookstore and I did my usual thing of looking through the Pratchett/Gaiman/Classics and began talking to her as to why Neil Gaiman was the coolest author ever, etc etc. then I realised who she was and that I had ruined what could have been an awesome date by spending ten mintues talking about her dad.

Then the bookstore collapsed around me and I was on the moon.

I actually know someone who slept with Holly Gaiman.

I'm kind of sleeping with said person myself these days. She's really cool.

Siibillam-Law · « **Reply #83 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 02:57 »

Quote from: onewheelwizzard on 20 Feb 2009, 00:46

Quote from: Siibillam-Law on 19 Feb 2009, 15:09
blah blah blah bollocks

I actually know someone who slept with Holly Gaiman.

I'm kind of sleeping with said person myself these days. She's really cool.

Can I be your friend?

allison · « **Reply #84 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 08:52 »

I keep having this dream where I am sitting in a restaurant with my family, and a scary-but-familiar-looking guy (in his late 20s) gets up from a nearby table and he has a huge knife. I know I hate him, but I'm scared of confronting him so I just sit there. He comes over and grabs me around the throat and my family does nothing. He leans down and whispers in my ear "It's been so long. Who knew the little girl from my backyard would be able to sit so still." Then he slices into my arm, just above my elbow, and begins to cut the skin off of my arm and shoulder and neck and when he gets to my jaw I wake up.

wtf guys

Dollface · « **Reply #85 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 08:58 »

It had women truck divers and carrot spiders (it was scary)

tania · « **Reply #86 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 09:09 »

like mentioned 400 times on this forum already, i host a music show at my campus radio station once a week and every few days or so we get new albums sent to the station by different labels. last night i had a really vivid dream where i went in to listen to some of the new stuff that had arrived and on the new releases shelf was an album that jodie had recorded, under the name jodizzle. i was all "holy shit, i know this person!" and then the librarian told me she was playing a show in guelph the next weekend. i was debating whether or not i should go and be all "hey! i know you from the internet!" or completely avoid it since she was apparently this famous musician touring all over the world now. i decided to go after all but i woke up before she actually played any songs. she had the hello kitty guitar though, it was so good.

ummmkay · « **Reply #87 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 15:16 »

I dreamed last night that I went out with a cute boy from my class and he was a TERRIBLE kisser. I have not gotten real kisses for some time now, it is not fair that the dream kisses were no good

Rolling20s · « **Reply #88 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 15:25 »

I had a super-creepy dream a little over six months ago. Actually took the framework of it and wrote it up into a short story. I was going to post it here, but it was way to freaking long, so here's the link to it on Helium. It's called Sway.

As an aside, anyone know of any other writing sites that are decent? I'm in the mood for feedback.

Eris · « **Reply #89 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 17:15 »

I had a dream last night that someone had a big dinner party. There were three long tables set up in a broken U shape in a huge room (there would have been at least 12 places on each table and plenty of room for everyone to sit and between the tables) with really high quality linen and place settings. The table I was sitting at was next to big bay windows going out onto a balcony. I was there helping whoever it was set up, so I must have known the person, but I don't think I actually saw them in the dream.

When the guests arrived I realised that they were all people from the internet. I was at a giant internet dinner party.

Liz · « **Reply #90 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 18:12 »

Quote from: Eris on 20 Feb 2009, 17:15

When the guests arrived I realised that they were all people from the internet. I was at a giant internet dinner party.

This is pretty much what Chicagocon will be like.

You know you want to come, everyone.

Eris · « **Reply #91 on:** 20 Feb 2009, 18:18 »

I think I dreamt about it because of the 12 people who went to dinner at a mexican restaurant last night, 11 of them were from the internet and it was a really great time.

Metope · « **Reply #92 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 05:13 »

I remember having the most disturbing dream last night, but I can't remember what is was about at all. However I woke up with this song stuck in my head and I have not been able to get it out.

sandysmilinstrange · « **Reply #93 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 07:03 »

I dreamed that I found the head of a friend of mine from out west. It was still functioning and everything, he was just very distressed at not knowing where his body was so I said I'd try to help him. Meanwhile, my husband had apparently gotten us concert tickets for that day and got really angry when I said that we'd have to cancel and started arguing with me. Aside from being mad that he was being a jerk about the whole situation, I was mostly embarassed because he wasn't giving me a chance to go set my friend's head down in another room and I was upset that he was having to listen to the whole fight.

I ended up running out with the head and riding a raft across a lake where we found his body wandering around all scraped up and got it straightened out.

allison · « **Reply #94 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 07:10 »

Okay man seriously. Guy-with-knife has been in my dreams for two weeks now. HELP.

michaelicious · « **Reply #95 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 10:10 »

I have been mulling this dream over in my mind for the past couple weeks. I am not sure what to make of it.

So I was at a beach somewhere nice and sunny just minding my own business walking around in the shallow water with my pants rolled up. I was approached by a gay couple who were probably in their late 30s. They kept trying to persaude me to have a threesome with them. In my dream I acted like this sort of thing happens to me all the time. I was flattered but I politely declined again and again.

Then out of nowhere a killer whale comes zooming (like in this video about 20 seconds in) by and almost gets one of the older guys. The rest of the dream was the three of us making a mad dash back onto dry land while killer whales were flyin' by left and right. One of them even breached like a great white shark, which is something I am pretty sure killer whales can't do at all let alone in shallow water.

So I guess if anyone ever invites me to partake in their gay threesome I'm gettin' the fuck outta there. Also I probably shouldn't watch Planet Earth or read Savage Love on the Onion before going to bed?

ledhendrix · « **Reply #96 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 11:33 »

Or Blue Planet

I'm afraid they can breach, and they are out to get us. Do you live near the sea? I hope not. They can smell your blood.

michaelicious · « **Reply #97 on:** 21 Feb 2009, 12:19 »

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

phooey · « **Reply #98 on:** 24 Feb 2009, 05:10 »

I just had a dream where I was singing that Nickelback song from Spiderman to a bunch of women over breakfast, and now it won't get out of my head.

Eris · « **Reply #99 on:** 26 Feb 2009, 17:21 »

Last night I had a dream that I was pregnant. I ended up wandering around the supermarket trying to work out how I was going to tell everybody, and what I was going to do about it. I remember going out of one supermarket and into another, just to stall for time. Then halfway through the dream it changed and everything looked like scarygoround for the rest of the dream.

I also had a dream the night before about being at uni. I was in a class and there was one really opinionated girl there. We had to get into pairs to discuss the topic for next week, and I was paired up with her (much to my annoyance). She was in my next class too, and kept wanting to talk about the previous class, when I just wanted to focus on what was being taught right now. At the end of that class I left really quickly and got roped into some prank involving green cordial and soccer balls.

I know why I had the uni dream; I had just been to o-week and classes start next week, so I am worrying about all that and I always dream about things that worry me. I have had so many "oh hey, I have to go catch a train/sit an exam/go to the doctor. oh no I am really late/can't get to the place/keep having problems!" dreams over the years.

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