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Weird dreams you've had
Morituri:
Last night I dreamed that I was drinking (hot spiced applejack!) at a bar called the Screaming Chicken, which was in some city I didn't know.
There was a live band playing, named the Hopeful Monsters. They were actually pretty good.
LTK:
Well, there is a Screaming Chicken in San Bernadino, California, but the Hopeful Monsters seem to be local to Boston, so your dream accuracy leaves a bit to be desired.
Morituri:
Huh. I've spent a few weeks at each of those locations, so... yeah, things get mashed up inside our heads.
Yes, those are definitely the same Hopeful Monsters. I didn't remember them with my awake brain until listening to a couple tracks on their site just now, but I must have run into them on a trip to Boston.
That is definitely not the same Screaming Chicken though. Weird.
How much of our dreams is stuff we imagine, and how much is things we remember?
cybersmurf:
--- Quote from: Morituri on 11 Sep 2019, 17:52 ---How much of our dreams is stuff we imagine, and how much is things we remember?
--- End quote ---
Well, it's a dream. Dreams are weird, you're familiar with people you've never met or reconstructed from memory about people you've seen in the street. Also, memories about dreams fade FAST, and memories tend to be inaccurate by default (I've read somewhere memories never are objective, always biased in a way it makes them inaccurate).
Couple weeks back I had a dream about a dear friend of mine, and our... "adventures" concerning a parking garage, including not finding our car, and some possible con men.
TheEvilDog:
So putting this one in a spoiler because it ends up being gross.
(click to show/hide)The dream starts off with me visiting the doctor, both for a check up and to get this new health patch. The doctor said that it was originally developed to help patients who were suffering from infections, speeding up their recovery. The patch was placed on the arm by the doctor and you left it for a week. It would draw all the toxins and such from vulnerable areas to the patch, then the doctor removes the patch and you felt better.
A week later, I go back to the doctor the get the patch removed...and as the doctor pulls the patch away, this solid, putrid ball of pus starts to get pulled out of my arm. And I start shouting that that can't be normal, what's wrong with me, call for an ambulance. Meanwhile the doctor is just quietly pulling the patch away from my body, not noticing the panic I'm in until I flail and catch him in the face with my arm and the now massive ball of pus...
And that's when I woke up.
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