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[Dollface]

This thread is about dreams that you had.)


last night i had dream that i was in 3th grade but some how every things didnt work quite rigt my backpack was stolen and teacher was bit asshole, so i got pen on my desk and hit it my head hard as i could so i could end that dream but it didnt end i could feel that pen in my skull but it was too deep so that i couldnt pull it out.

second dream we played flamewars (jhotkincs some thing like thats) game  and we played it in empty apartment but instead of flaming we used tea spoons to falme and in this game we got ghost and that was me and i had to eliminate them all not that they died or anythong they just game invisiple by others.

thirth dream was bit bizare i was in this restaurant and it had this camera systems that you take picture of every food item that you take and end of the run you ring your camera and the certifive that your plate is correct but i asked that if they had nice chicken win and they asked me to see the chef that was fat italian one, he said that il have the best ones and he pulled this weird instrument that was like this scythe but he started but his ands on it and blood started to spill he tried his best to make those wings but ended up killing every one so i thoug "fuck this let leg it" bur i eneded this prison thing that was runned by these alien thingies but i wasnt in cell it seemed that i was allowd to walk around but then i realized that we were harvested as fppd and i ecaped and one prisoner yelled "take the children" and so i did it was like ten crates of them on wheels i managed to escape but i was hunted man so i had this ray gun that was really a water pistol i meeted this invetor and he promsed that he turned that pistol of mine to ray gun but only that i transit his steam engine to old building i managed to do that almost but we had to do that in water ways and in the end i managed to sink i with me.

end of dream.

[JD]

I dreamed about a sandwich once.

[KickThatBathProf]

Once I dreamed that my workplace turned into a swimming pool (my workplace was at that time a Sam Goody)

[Scandanavian War Machine]

last night i had a dream that i was fighting werewolves and possibly vampires. i think i was also a werewolve but it's hard to say.

the whole time, as i was leaping through a lush forest, i was thinking "god this is so stupid, it's just like Twilight" but at the same time it was extremely vivid so i actually was fighting for me life.

it was sort of odd, laughing at the absurdity of a situation while simultaneously taking it more seriously than i've ever taken anything.

[Thomas Edison]

I dreamt that my current workplace (which is due to be demolished and rebuilt) had been rebuilt and had had a train station put inside it. I work as a medic there, so I was kinda' doing duties around the platform when a girl fell underneath an oncoming train. Her boyfriend then burst past a security guard to jump onto the track and, upon seeing his dead girlfriend, grabbed onto the live rail, electrocuting himself and killing himself instantly.


I also dreamt I was freerunning in the Mirror's Edge world. That was pretty slick.

[Bastardous Bassist]

My dream is to be successful enough to live comfortably without being bored and dissatisfied with my situation.


Did I do it right?

[phooey]

Could have sworn I started this thread a long time ago.  (post/username, but I digress)

I've been having a long string of dreams within dreams lately.  The dreams within often have me either succeeding or failing fantastically, and in the dream without, I discuss the dream within with people with whom I am quite familiar.  We discuss possible meanings for the dream and express how silly we found it, and a few more bon mots are shared before I eventually wake up.  Disturbing, but I have yet to have the dream where I am getting ready for school only to find I have yet to wake up.  Baby steps, people.

[FIXDIX]

I totally remember my dream from last night now because of this thread.

I had totally awesome make outs with some girl that looked like (or reminded me) that woman from How I Met Your Mother that Ted was dating that was a baker or something? Yeah her. Anyway, the girl I was making out with looked like her, then she had some kind of disease and her dad came to pick me up from my house so I could visit her in the hospital. She was burnt over 90% of her body and I think I remember the nurse saying she had healed quickly because most of the burns had gone. For some reason she couldn't move or speak, but when she saw me she fell out of her wheelchair. Something then happened in the car park of the hospital, and that's all I remember.

I guess the make outs made it good?

[phooey]

Sometimes I have Ted from How I Met Your Mother narrate my nightmares.  Serves me right for watching it, but it's a whole other layer of creepy when you're stabbing an attempted murderer in the neck with a pair of scissors while Ted waxes Seinfeldian about the quirkiness of it all. 

[FIXDIX]

Is it Ted, or older Ted who is actually Bob Saget?

But yeah, either way I guess that is pretty damn creepy.

[phooey]

Oh shit it's Bob Saget

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[tania]

i used to have really crazy dreams all the time as a kid but now that my life consists of nonstop work, financial misery and crippling lonliness i basically have the same reccuring dreams every night about either moving away from markham or finding money on the ground or banging george clooney who has suddenly appeared in my home

i wonder what mysterious message my subconscious could be trying to convey to me??

[Jace]

I had a dream that allison was in. We were at a metallica show I guess and metallica wasn't the headliner, some other band was the headliner. And there was something about doing a tim tam slam with arby sauce and roast beef sandwiches.

[scarred]

I once had a dream where I went down on Gillian Anderson. She was smoking cigarettes the whole time.

[hack]

this dream came to me years ago when money was a real problem for me. and it was right after i saw a commercial for 'play it to the bone' with woody harrelson and antonio banderas.

dream starts out with me travelling cross-country thru the american southwest with banderas and harrelson, open top car and all. woody says he needs snacks so we pullover to some little gas station/convienence store. i need money so i hit the atm.

the atm spits out something like $5,000 instead of the $50 i need... and my bank account didn't have $5k so i don't want the overdraft and i'm trying to put the money back in the atm to no avail.

woody harlson sees my plight and says, "hey, don't worry about it. i'll watch that money for you. trust me!" and antonio banderas is all like, "man, don't *DO* it. don't trust him, i'm tell you!"

for whatever reason, i give my money to woody harrelson and he like disappears.

anyway, i leave the store and run into banderas again and says, "i tried to warn you, man."

that's when i look at the car. woody harrelson spent all the money i had on a horse and a 6ft chicken.

yeah, you read that right: it was chicken that was 6ft tall. now, maybe that would mean something in the real world, but in my dream that was a lot of money to spend on something that wacky.

i'm mad as hell now and i charge harrelson demanding to know what he was thinking. these word have stuck with me since that night, and this is what harrelson says verbatim...

"Look, i know the horse was over-the-top... but, DUDE, IT'S A SIX FOOT TALL CHICKEN!"

that's when i woke-up. and man, was i pissed. ever wake-up and it takes awhile for you to realize that it didn't happen? i just lay in bed swearing bloody vengence against woody harrelson.

months later, whenever i saw harrelson in a film i would stop and think, "that fucker blew all my cash on god-damned 6ft tall chicken! I HATE HIM!"

insofar as the symbolism of a giant chicken and a horse... i don't wanna go there.

[Scandanavian War Machine]

if Woody Harrelson ever bought me a six-foot tall chicken, even if it was with my own money, I couldn't be mad at him. Because, really, you know he means well.

[Cartilage Head]

I had a dream that I was being mugged, but Ben Affleck and Matt Damon jumped in and helped me fight off the thugs.

Those guys are friends man.

[McTaggart]

It's probably a bad reflection on me but my dreams are all either about video games or sex. I wish I could remember the video games ones more because recently they've been competitive tf2 on maps that I don't think exist, but some part of the layouts have been amazing. I could make those maps.

The sex has been really interesting in the shear diversity of it. I'd rather it wasn't all involving people I know though.

[smack that isaiah]

I've had some really weird dreams in my time, but they often lose a lot of hilarity if I try to explain them too much.  Generally it boils down to "It was extremely weird, but it made perfect sense to me at the time, so I rode the giant flying octopus"

However, last night's dream was a bit interesting.  In the dream I was in a relationship with a gay friend of mine (Shan), and his roommate was going out of town and I was all excited that his room would be empty this weekend.  But, Shan was considering going out of town with him, too, which upset me because I wanted alone time with him.
This relates exactly to my real life since my girlfriend's roommate is going out of town this weekend, with her ex-boyfriend (my roommate) and another friend, and I'm really excited to have the alone time with my girlfriend, but late last night she started to consider going w/ her roommate for the weekend. 

So, ultimately my dream was just a real-life scenario only rather than being about my girlfriend, it was about my gay friend whom I was in a relationship with.

I know I'm not gay, but that was an interesting set up for my brain to come up with last night.

[RallyMonkey]

The other night I had a dream that I was remodeling a mansion with the help of The Beatles. I only remember two specifics of the dream. The first was that John was making fun of George quite harshly, so I took him for a bike ride to get his mind of things. Then when I came back, Ringo and I flooded the basement of the mansion and turned it into a swimming pool.

[Eris]

Last night I had a dream I was at work, and got sent out to buy ice. The bottle shop that we normally get ice from was out, so I went walking to try and find another one. Cue me getting completely lost in the middle of nowhere (it was in the bush, and my job is in the middle of a very large city; even in the dream I found that a bit strange). I found a little shack-type bottle shop, and the lady in there said there was some out the back. There wasn't, but my dad was there, stinking of bourbon, who I yelled at a lot. His comeback was that the dog was there too, so he wasn't drinking by himself (the dog he referred to was put down earlier this year). I stormed off and walked for ages until I was found by my brother who was driving back from a concert he was in with the brass band he plays with. So somehow I walked three hours north of where I work?

I also had another dream last night that it was slow at work so they sent me to help out one of the cafes across the street. When I came back my work had closed early and everyone was eating cakes. There was none for me.

I dream about work a lot these days. It is becoming something of a worry, to be honest.

[scarred]

Last night I dreamt my teeth were falling out and I was trying to put them back in.

Also, the Visitors were living on Arrakis and I was a Starship Trooper sent to kill them but they turned out to be dying anyway and sent an escape pod to New York where people helped them by drinking champagne and watching football.

[Liz]

A few nights ago I had a dream that Brittany and I were making out.

yeahhhhh

[KickThatBathProf]

Last night I dreamt my teeth were falling out

A cracked smile and silent shout

[phooey]

It's probably a bad reflection on me but my dreams are all either about video games or sex.

I just had a dream that involved sex and this really amazing adaptation of a lot of different Zelda games for the DS.  I'm more excited about the Zelda game.

[BrittanyMarie]

A few nights ago I had a dream that Brittany and I were making out.

yeahhhhh

Liz, there is something you need to know. I think... I think you have had too much webcest. (also try me next zombie pub crawl, i make out with everyone indiscriminately apparently) (except last year, I only tongue-kissed one gay boy)

[Liz]

Oh man next zombie pub crawl I am taking the weekend off from work and getting an actual costume together.

It's gonna be EPIC.

[SilentJ]

One time I had a dream where I won a piece of the Aggro Crag on GUTS.

[Ozymandias]

A GLOWING PIECE OF THE RADICAL ROCK?

Sweet.

[Damnable Fiend]

I have the oddest dreams.  Two in particular where so odd I wrote them down in a journal.  When I showed them to a friend her reaction was "I thought it was a drug re-cap at first. Freaky!"

Here's one of them anyway

So I think it began with me dying on the way back from Franc's party. I remember it being night and there being a light coating of snow on the ground.

I ended up in Narnia, like how the children do in the last book after they die, but instead of what happens to them somehow I got sent back to a time in our world before I was born.

At some point I was on a train with David Bowie as a sort of roommate. I remember talking to a woman with fairly short strawberry blonde hair with him. I think it was about something important, and she was hiding something, but we didn't get anything out of her, and instead went back to our room.

I remember I had a red backpack which wasn't capable of holding all my stuff. So Bowie loaned me his, a yellow one, to put a small binder and a big one into. They were important for some reason.

Then we were in a locker room of sorts, like the ones you find at public swimming pools. bowie commented that my binders were falling apart. I shrugged and said I'd just replace them. He looked at me and smiled disbelievingly, thinking I didn't have enough money.

At that point I realized that my red backpack was gone. I started searching everywhere, but Bowie seemed more concerned about finding someone to buy drugs from at this point. So I ran past him up some stairs into a supermarket.

I remember it being the day before some sort of holiday, and thinking that the last shoppers were just starting to leave. The strawberry blonde woman was at one of the registers. So I walked up to her and demanded she close things down and seal up the place until I found who'd stolen my backpack. She smiled and said that the store wasn't responsible for things stolen on their property.

So instead I stood in front of the doors with my elbows out, trying to inconvenience people as much as possible. the strawberry blonde woman's smile faded somewhat, but she shrugged and said, "that won't help you much you know."

So then I yelled "whoever stole my fucking backpack better give it back"

At some point a person I used to know slightly at school came up to me, I think her name was <oops full name of someone here, I should probably censor that>. Anyway, she asked me what I was talking about, as I plainly had a yellow backpack in my hand.

"This is David Bowie's" I said.

"What does David bowie have to do with this?" she said, nonplussed.

"He's down there" I said, waving irritably at the stairs going down, and she went off to try to find him.

then I woke up.

I'm not sure why I thought this was worthy of a dream diary, as it makes no sense at all, it's more that I thought some elements of it, rather than the whole, were sort of interesting.

[Vendetagainst]

When I was eight I dreamt that my school was flooded and I swam through it atop a green dragon.

[Mr. Doctor]

When I was little I had nightmares about Chucky trying to kill me... Then there was this nightmare that turned to a quite funny dream. I just confronted Chucky and asked "Why do you want to kill me?" he didn't have any good answers so we just became friends and the last scene that I remember was Chucky and me with some of his friends playing poker.

It was pretty awesome.

[Elizzybeth]

I just read this article in the New Yorker (abstract free, subscription required for the full thing) about these dream researchers that claim to have developed a form of behavioral therapy to get rid of nightmares for PTSD sufferers and such, and it's basically exactly what Mr. Doctor just described: people write out their recurring nightmare, then they write out how they wish it would go with some big change.  That change'll be different, depending on the person and the dream--if you're feeling powerless about a murderer coming at you with a knife, your revised dream might have the knife turn into a banana or something.  Or you'll make friends with Chucky. Whatever.

Then you meditate on that revised dream for ten minutes a day.  You also spend some amount of time envisioning positive images, like a day at the beach.  This is supposed to retrain the part of your brain that's imagining things, I guess?  Then, ideally, your dream is like the rehearsed image rather than like the original nightmare. 

Regardless, their results look pretty good...and since lot of my dreams lately are nightmares, with dying people, I might give this image rehearsal therapy thing an amateur whack.

[calenlass]

Saturday night I fell asleep on a friend's couch. I dreamt the most graphic sex dream I have ever had, involving a crush from high school and lots of fellatio. The friend says I never made a sound, but he thought it was adorable because I smiled ever so slightly for almost two hours.


Not only was it incredibly detailed, I remember it! Maybe this is telling me something. Like I need to go suck a few dicks.

[I is Grammar]

I have been having a string of bizarre dreams. 

A few nights ago I dreamed that my friend Megan and I were on a road trip to somewhere in the midwestern US.  We were in her car, and completely decked out in Renaissance garb.  We were then attacked by a motorcycle gang. 

Another one:  I dreamt I was on death row for a crime I didn't commit, scheduled to be put to death the next day.  The POV then cut to someone I don't know, running to Harry Potter (who was very old and resembled Yoda) to try and save my life. 

Last night I dreamt that I caught my boyfriend making out with his ex.  My response was to shrug, say "Meh, saw it coming," and walk out the door. 

Sometimes I hate my subconscious. 

[Alex C]

I have a friend who dreamed of agreeing to a date with Charlie from Always Sunny.

[SWOON! at My Gravitas]

I once dreamed I was at a gas station in the middle of the night, and the people from Godspeed You! Black Emperor pulled in, all packed into the bed of a pickup truck along with their instruments.

We hung out for a while.  They were surprisingly very nice.

[Jimmy the Squid]

I just woke up from a nap and subsequently one of the worst experiences of sleep paralysis ever. For those of you who have never had the misfortune of experiencing this sleepy phenomena (fuck you), have you ever had that thing where you're kind of halfway between waking up and still being asleep and your dream is still going on and you're brain hasn't woken you up fully so you can't move any part of your body? That's sleep paralysis.
Anyway I was having this dream that started out me playing video games with some of the PocketJury (which was awesome) but eventually changed to me teaching my two pet rats to swim (also awesome and something I need to get around to doing - this was actually kind of a lucid dream because I was aware of trying to remember what I was doing so that when I really teach them to swim it'll be easier, this was blanked out by the next part though). During the swimming lesson my rats started multiplying rather like the Mogwai in Gremlins and the Other Rats, being significantly more evil than Jekyll and Hyde (my actual rats) started to attack me and try to eat my face.

This is about the time that I started to wake up. At this point I could have just woken up but I'd been hitting snooze on my alarm for the last hour and a half and so instead of waking up, my mind was aware that I was dreaming but my body hadn't woken up yet. (If you've ever taken a neuropsychology class, or if you're a massive nerd, you might know that when you're asleep your body paralyses itself so you don't flail around and hurt yourself while dreaming - Sleep paralysis is when your mind is awake and your body remains in that paralysed state). So at this point I am lying in my bed, now awake but with the dream of swarms of angry rats eating and clawing my face off being projected onto the inside of my eyelids like a horrible horrible silent film and entirely unable to move. There is also the sensation of a massive weight pushing down on my chest, stopping me from breathing enough to cry out or, in fact, at all. Then someone starts ringing my mobile phone and so for the next 15 minutes I was completely paralysed while rats ate my face to my ringtone. I only woke up when I threw up a little in my mouth and started choking on it and my brain kicked into gear.

Worst. Nap. Ever.

This has been Adventures in Dreaming by Jimmy the Squid, part one of a series of short, badly written lectures about the constant, albeit rather mundane, horror in which I live my life every day. Join me next week when I shall describe in detail the increasing infection and suppuration of an in-grown toe-nail that I haven't bothered to go to the doctors about because my own well-being is so far down my list of priorities due to Hell of Depressions.

[Mr. Doctor]

I just woke up from a nap and subsequently one of the worst experiences of sleep paralysis ever. For those of you who have never had the misfortune of experiencing this sleepy phenomena (fuck you), have you ever had that thing where you're kind of halfway between waking up and still being asleep and your dream is still going on and you're brain hasn't woken you up fully so you can't move any part of your body? That's sleep paralysis.
Worst. Nap. Ever.

I feel your pain man... The same happened to me when I was like 13 I believe... Fucking scary.
I remember that I just turned off my computer and went to sleep and... well, I thought that I was still awake because I could see my room but it was very blurry, there were lots of shadows and there was this static sound...
I saw that the screen of my computer was still on so I was gonna get up and turn it off.... And that's when I was fucking scared because I couldn't move at all. I felt this huge pressure on my chest and I couldn't breath very good. Horrible, but still... It's a really interesting and unique experience.

[A Wet Helmet]

I had a dream last night that I made a penny every time somebody hit the snooze button.   I made a fortune in micro-transactions!


If anybody ever does this, I'm claiming prior art.

[Dliessmgg]

Why do you all have dreams? I want to have dreams too.

[Damnable Fiend]

last night I dreamed there was a bear sleeping on a couch in my house.  I decided that a bear shouldn't be in my house and tried to get it out by opening a bunch of doors, and spraying it with some sort of um, anti-bear spray.  What happened instead was the bear got really pissed and chased me outside, where  I jumped like twenty feet up onto the side of the roof.  The bear jumped too, and almost made it, it was hanging onto the edge of the roof, so I proceeded to jump down and onto another roof.

I can't remember anything beyond that.

[calenlass]

Why do you all have dreams? I want to have dreams too.

I almost never remember mine at all.

[elizaknowswhatshesfor]

I have a dream I am singing Karaoke with Seth Mcfarlene & Mel Brookes, it's lovely, because I have this awesome husky singing voice & we are having a really nice time. I've had it maybe 3 times, normally when I'm super stressed. It's my bestest non-regressive or sex dream ever. (My sex dreams are freakishly vivid but only ever involve famous people or the person I'm sleeping with/last person I slept with)

I have a form of PTSD & most of the therapy involves a form of meditation & a lot of writing things down. I have changed all the names in all of it & now have yet another half a novel to add to my collection. (Woo me!)

[Darkbluerabbit]

My sex dreams never actually get to sex.  I wake up first.  I get the girl version of blue-balled in my own sex dreams.  Yeah.

[pilsner]

Because if we could get laid in our sleep, most of us wouldn't have a reason to wake up in the morning?  That's always been my theory.

[Alex C]

Tommy, you should just pretend that it's 1996 and that everyone claiming to be a girl on the internet is a filthy liar. That way you can tell us.

[elizaknowswhatshesfor]

I used the phrase 'wide-on' today. I am a girl. This means you have to tell us Tommy. You HAVE TO.

(I always wake up before it gets interesting as well)

[pilsner]

So Tommy is a sexsomniac.  Raise your hand if you're surprised.

[E. Spaceman]