I have an apartment that I have “visited” numerous times in my dreams. Its not anyplace that I’ve actually ever been to, but in the dreams, when I get there, its like “oh, I’m here again…” and I recognize everything.
Its kinda of collage of places I used to live in, places friends have lived in and some elements that I don’t recognize at all, but its always the same layout, walking in front door into the dining room, front room off to the left, kitchen off to the right. Parque kitchen floor, greenhouse off the back of the kitchen and spiral staircase going up from kitchen into another greenhouse type area. There’s numerous bedrooms off the frontroom, and it is in a three story walkup.
The people and “story” is always different. Once I came in and all these people I knew were sitting in chairs, lined up against the far wall, like at a party. Other times I’ve been in there cooking, or cleaning the house. Always really mundane stuff, nothing really “happens”. Its almost like dream purgetory or something, you just hang around and wait to wake up.
Anyone else have this type of place in your dreams?
There’s an old graveyard, in some desolate place–a small town in Upstate NY, or the Midwest, I’ve dreamed about several times. There’s a narrow road running through, the graveyard is on both sides of a wooden fence. Very old, falling-apart 19th-c. tombstones, and I never get to really explore them because I wake up! It’s never a scary dream, but a “cool, I really want to explore this place!” dream.
I’m frequently in the public library in my town, occassionally with a more regal, elegant layout and design.
I’m also often at school again, but usually I’m with Elijah Wood when I am, so I don’t mind as much.
For me it’s a ranch. In the dream I know the entire place and the owners but it’s not a place I have ever really been to while awake. Sometimes good things happen there, sometimes it turns into horrible nightmares.
Recently, I’ve been finding myself in an awkwardly laid-out city, surrounded by people screaming about paying for school funding, health care, and police and fire safety coverage, as well as complaining about traffic jams and funny-tasting tap water.
I think I’m playing too much Sim City 4.
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Either of my two old HSs, but different. They look nothing like either of my HSs, but I just KNOW that’s where I am.
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The 2nd house I lived in.
My old high school was built in the mid 1960’s, and a nuclear fallout shelter was built underneath it. The whole time I was a student at that high school, I wanted to sneak into the shelter and see it. Many of my classmates claimed to have gone down there and seen rows of bunk beds and boxes and boxes of canned goods. They said that the entrance to the shelter was “in the boys’ locker room.” That may well have been true: the boys’ locker room was full of nooks, crannies, and closets hither and yon, and it’s quite conceivable that at least one of the myriad doors in there led to the shelter. Alas, I never got to see the shelter because I was too big of a pus… er, coward to try to sneak down there.
BUT, I have this recurring dream where I somehow make it down there. I’m never there for more than a few seconds, and each time it’s something different. I’ve dreamt that there was a swimming pool down there; a 70’s style disco complete with mirrorball; boxes and boxes of KISS memorabilia…
Weird.
I have a series of dreams that I’m sure would tell me something if I could have them all in a row, because they’re all seemingly connected. They center around the theme of me trying to get to an airport to catch a plane, but various situations are preventing me from getting there on time, and I am beginning to panic because I’m going to miss the plane. I’m at a bus terminal, trying to make arrangements to get to the airport but can’t, or I’m walking along a highway trying to hitchhike there, or I’m in a car with some people and we can’t find the airport. Sometimes it wakes me up. I’ve had these dreams since before I was ever on a plane.
I have another one about an apartment where I live in my dream. I can describe it in detail, where and what color the furniture is, what the rooms look like, the view out the window, and the hole in the hardwood floor inside the closet that lets me see into the apartment below, and the bag of pot in the bowl on the top of the bookshelf below the hole.
I dunno
Okay, this is really dorky…
My recurring dream is of being trapped in Nethack, and having all my items stolen by a nymph because I passed out. Then I wake up.
Perhaps this symbolises something.
I’m a lucid dreamer so there are a few “places” I return to from time to time. I once dreamt there was a network of catacombs/tunnels under my hometown that were built during WWII. So I end up in those passageways from time to time.
Now, in Ontario, Canada it’s really not like we had or needed these tunnels to fight the Nazi’s/ Big Brother/ Dreamtime-Baddy-of-the-Week, but still they were there in my dreams. They were/are VAST - I could get into them from a lecture room at the local university, or an isolated rural farmhouse.
There was also a HUGE haunted house (not a mansion, just a really big house) that was abandoned and had all sorts of hidden passageways, including one that led down to a very, very big kiva-style ceremonial chamber from some unspecified, prehistoric Native Americans. Haunted by a really scary and very malevolent spirit(s). I used to have dreams about that place, usually about being chased. I haven’t dreamt about that house since the nightmare (below).
In one dream, I discovered that the WWII catacombs linked up to the house and underground ceremonial chamber, which I thought was pretty cool.
Note: These two locales have been pretty consistent in my dreams… I knew what to expect from them, they didn’t change much even though the “plot” of the dreams varied a lot. They’ve been roughly the same for over 20 years. And so…
NIGHTMARES: “Someone” changed things! Someone changed the rules and that is NOT supposed to happen in MY dreams!
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I dreamt I was back in college and lodging in a little, old lady’s house. She called to me, alrmed to discover a door in her basement that led into some huge space that had train tracks and even a carefully designed underwater canal. “A-ha!” I thought “I know this, it must be a link to the catacombs!” But then, I looked down to see that there was some activity going on, the catacombs were in use! :eek:
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I dreamt I visited the “haunted house” to discover that a yuppie couple had renovated it and moved in. The baby’s room was in the room that was the most haunted. :eek:
For some reason, the fact these two dream locales, that I have explored for 20 years or more, had changed scared the crap outta me!
Have you ever been divorced?
for me it’s my old university… sort of. There are parts from my real college experience there, but things change just enough to be disorienting. I’m always trying to find my way somewhere in the dream, a class, my apartment, whatever, but can never get there because things have been altered. Oh, and there are these bizarre inverted pyramid dorms that are like 20 stories tall too. I know, I have issues…
I ‘own’ this house in my dreams. Near where I used to lived years back. I bought it when I lived there, or so my dream assures me. So I really, really ought to go and check it out as I’ve not been there in absolutely ages and have just forgotten all about it.
So I do.
It’s looking kind of neglected, cold and dark. But exactly the same as I last dreamt about it.
I have played at Wembley Stadium several times and I’ve got quite an impressive goal average there including scoring the winning goal against Germany in the group stage of the European Championships, unfortunately I woke up before the post-match celebrations.
Utah. Either my childhood home, or Park City. The layout is always slightly different–sometimes the mountains are too tall or in the wrong place. Sometimes streets that run east-west run north-south. Sometimes it’s all yellow or pink. Sometimes it’s infested with Nazis or nameless monsters. But it’s always Utah and I always recognize it.
Nazis are in your dreams too?
Don’t look in the catacombs, I think they’re up to something down there now.
Oh yeah, I dream about Nazis regularly. The more stress I have in my life, the more I dream about Nazis.
[sub]I hate the catacombs, though in my dreams, they resemble underground parking complexes![/sub]
When I have my panic attacks there is a somewhat dreamlike state I am in where I see a dream-like scene and I’m always in some strange otherworldly bazaar type thing.
:eek: When I’ve seen Nazis in the catacombs, that’s what it looked like…
…Granted, I think that was influenced by a scene of some sneaky warehouse/shipping bay in one of the Indiana Jones movies (usually the catacombs look like sewers.)
I don’t usually mnd the catacombs unless they’re really wet or cobwebby - urk!
My catacombs are always spacious, clean, and well-lit. Apparently the Nazis are neat-freaks and don’t like dark corners…