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Weird dreams you've had
de_la_Nae:
Most of mine are a little more vague, and I don't write them down when I wake up. That one I did, years ago. It's stuck with me.
to be fair also, there's parts that are pretty vague and is up to me interpreting them. like, there were film scenes! but i can't remember anything but the tone and some of the context
de_la_Nae:
also i rarely realize that i'm in a dream, and i pretty much never lucid dream
LTK:
I had another one of those repeating dreams last night. I was part of a Stranger Things-like band of kids who discovered an underground bunker and a frog-like alien in a mech suit chased us down there. In the first version I killed it and took the suit for myself, but in the second version we followed the alien inside where it frantically tried to fix all kinds of malfunctioning high tech machinery and we had to figure out how to help.
Morituri:
I had a dream last night where I was lying in bed and semi-gradually became aware that someone behind me was holding my arms. Wait, stop, that wasn't a someone. That was a something. It had hands that were much longer than human hands, kind of knobbly like tree-bark, and hard as wood.
I wasn't particularly freaked out about this; my thoughts were more like, "well that's just rude." And (in the dream) I sort-of knew what it was (species, not individual) and knew that humans were physically far quicker, that it didn't have a really secure grip, and that, as long as it didn't have real leverage, I was probably stronger than one of these things, too.
I also knew that there was nothing particularly nasty (at least no nastier than holding someone still for a day or two) one of them would do to humans, no matter how creepy they seemed sometimes. They weren't really particularly dangerous, just ... really inconvenient if one happened to grab you. So I just lay there for a while, vaguely stressed that there was someone (and an inhuman someone at that) being rude. I was a little worried about possibly missing work, and that I'd be hungry and thirsty when it finally let go, but not in fear for my life. And besides, it didn't have a secure grip. It couldn't get one unless I moved my arms. And if I moved them quickly enough, it couldn't react in time to close its hands. These creatures were, after all, slow.
Finally I made the sudden move that would break its grip and throw the covers off, and got up and went into the bathroom, where it took a minute or two for me to calm down and realize that I'd actually woken up at the moment I made that sudden move, and that the thing in the bed with me had been a dream.
.... ergh. .... My doctor asks me sometimes how often I have nightmares. Does something like this count?
Morituri:
It bugs me that I actually banged my head on the bathroom door frame without waking up enough to realize I'd been dreaming. I don't do that very often, but when I do, it fully and completely wakes me up.
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