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WCDT: 2873-2877 (12-16 January 2015)
Neko_Ali:
My nightmares usually involve either being chased by something dangerous I can't escape, all horror-movie style. Or trying to acquire something/get somewhere that I can never get to because it keeps moving. Or I keep looking for it in all the wrong places. Sometimes my subconcious discards any subtlety and the chaser is my father, and what I am after is recognition for being a woman.
DSL:
The constant in my dreams lately is that the situation I'm in steadily becomes more horrifying/ridiculous/illogical/all of the above until the me-character eventually says a version of, "Wait a minute, this doesn't make any damn sense." At which point I wake up.
Before that, it was flying or falling (or both) -- with the occasional trying-to-walk-though-the-air-seems-to-have-turned-into-molasses thrown in for variety.
Zebediah:
For years I had a series of anxiety dreams set in airports, where everything that could possibly go wrong to make me miss my flight did. I had so many of these that I actually started to get a bit genre-savvy inside the dreams - I'd see something go wrong and I'd think, "Oh no, not this shit again." Inevitably I'd make it to the gate to watch my plane pulling away.
A couple of years ago I had one of these that ended a bit differently. First, there was something wrong with my passport. But wait - there was a US Customs office right there in the airport that could fix it. So I got to the customs office, and the lines were out the door. But wait - the lines were moving at a decent pace, and I actually got to the counter and got the problem fixed with just enough time to make it back to my gate and board my plane. So I got outside the office - and suddenly noticed that the entire airport had changed while I was in the customs office, and I now had no idea where my gate was. It was so ridiculous that I burst out laughing in my dream. I haven't had another one of these since.
Finwolven:
My subconscious tries to attack me with anxiety in dreams every now and then, but the ways it does so are generally so absurd I fail to be horrified or anxious.
My worst dreams are generally those I wake up from going 'Oh man, it was only a dream!', such as getting a job when I'm desperately searching for one, winning a lottery when I'm scrambling for cash and the like.
Carl-E:
Like snubnose, I had a series of recurring nightmares as a child.
I managed somehow to suppress my dreams so effectively that I have no memory of dreaming when I wake. Even when I'm awoken in the middle of one. I know I dream, since my wife tells me they are occasionally active and sometimes I even talk in my sleep ("The Czar's underwear is green! The integral is on the windowsill!" are two memorable lines, along with the legendary "Stop pulling my beard!" as I flailed with my left hand while pulling my own beard with my right).
But I've managed to psychologically completely submerge that part of my mind since the age of 5. Good or bad, weird or realistic, I remember no dreams.
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