Any Weird Dreams Lately?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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The night before last I dreamed I was dating Johnny Cash. (There were no signs or mentions of him being dead.) I was rather excited about it and I kept singing “Because you’re mine, I walk the line”, and exclaiming that my mom was going to *flip * out.

Last night I dreamed that I saw a guy I had been in love with a few years ago, with his wife. She (the dream wife, not the real wife) was really, really ugly. I considered for a moment that she was so ugly, in fact, that even I could easily steal him from her and have him back. Because I so, so did love him at one time. But then it occurred to me that that would not be a good thing to do, so I hooked up with another woman. IRL I am not bisexual (I’ve researched it) but in my dreams I do from time to time get down with a girl. It’s perfectly acceptable to me in that venue and kind of switches it up, which I like.
Any comment-worthy dreams lately?

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I had a dream that I had a Grizzly Bear sleeping in my bed. I recall being annoyed because between the bear, the beagle, and the cat, there was almost no room for me on the bed. Weird enough?

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I dreamed that Nuclear Winter had set in and all life on Earth had been destroyed. There was ice everywhere. Then the dust settled, the sun came back, the ice began to melt, and a radio station began an automatic broadcast–to an empty, barren world–of some sort of Prairie Home Companion type show.

It was a very disturbing dream.

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I can’t remember much of it, but me and a friend were trying to catch a yellow balloon on McKinght Road in Pittsburgh. We had two cars, radios, and some nets.

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I can usually remember my dreams pretty well, but just over a week ago I had a dream that made me giggle when I thought about it. Comedy genius:

I was cycling around Europe with two spanish guys (they were my friends in the dream, but I dont know them in real life) we had cycled quite far in a sandy dusty place and got to an airport. from here I knew we were planning a flight (the bikes had disappeared by now). As we were waiting for the flight in a restraunt lounge (which resembled my local pub) “The Mermaid” (see previous post) was suddenly there. She stared speaking to the spanish in some strange none spanish language. I got pissed off at this stage, stood up and said “fine, so you can speak loads of languages…but can you do this ?” <holds left foot with right hand and skips through with right leg> I dont look back, instead I walk straight passed the bar and into a previous dream (from that night), where I was driving around Edinburgh looking for my next exam venue.

Maybe you had to be there.

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I get weird, full Technicolor, hypersound, 3D plot dreams everytime I switch or change my antidepressants. One of the better ones had me on the observation deck of the Empire State Building. Seems I was defednding it from zombies using bowling balls and water (zombies are terrified water, you know?)

Just night before last I had one that was a cross between America’s Next Top Model, Top Design and Project Runway. I was in the final 3 and had to purchase all my own designer clothes for the walk-off AND decorate my apartment for $19,000. The details are crisp and clear even now. I was going to go with a Danish modern look then I thought about Janice Dickinson as judge and decided to go with a “I Dream of Genie” look with red, pink, magenta and purple silks covering the walls and forming a tent by draping it from a point on ceiling. Spread plenty of brocade pillows around and hit the Armani store for the clothes. Viola!

Yep, I work up tired from all that work.

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A couple of days ago, I dreamed that I was dreaming (I do this every once in a while, and it can be very disturbing). In this dream, my wife was having the same dream. We were both dreaming that we were driving somewhere. Then I dreamed I woke up, and my wife got mad at me because I was navigating.

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Not me, but the cute redheaded boi at my $tarbucks announced to the whole store yesterday morning that he dreamed about me the night before. :smiley: He dreamed about someone complaining about him putting the wrong kind of milk in their drink and he was telling the person about me and how I think milk is gross (it’s true – ick ick ick) and how I don’t like milk in my drink at all – which is why I drink an Americano with mocha syrup (like a mocha without the milk, yummy). He said he woke up thinking “how odd, I am dreaming about her” – apparently, he didn’t think it odd to be dreaming about work, just me? :dubious:

Of course, I should point out that although the guy is very cute and this was (sadly) a much milder dream than I would have hoped – he is rarely there when I go in. I think I have spoken with him maybe 5 or 6 times total. Pretty funny.

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Wow, I was hoping there would be a thread around where I could post the dream I had last night.

The beginning is kind of foggy, but it was sometime in the future, and some friends and I had won a trip to a newly established space colony. When we got up there, everything looked nice at first, but we soon found out the residents were forced to reside in tiny rooms with only a couch to sleep on and they were getting robbed as well.

We wanted to leave but were prevented by super villains (one looked kind of like Venom and one looked like a character from last night’s “Mind of Mencia”). The villains were giving some kind of speech about their planned domination and the Venom-looking one was standing right by me. In an effort to convince him to spare me I told him that he had a hot ass, which made him mad for some reason.

I soon became aware that others were escaping during this speech, and started to follow them. The villains caught on and started chasing us, but we lost them by ducking into an office. Inside the office were the other escapees who had been caught by the villains’ henchman and were tied up. I freed many of them and then made it look as though I was tied up as well. Then when the villains came in to check on us we would ambush them. As we heard them coming down the hallway, my alarm went off.

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I’ll see your “I dreamed I was dating Johnny Cash” and raise you a “I dreamed I was making out with Ralph Malph.” :eek: :confused: :dubious:

What the hell was THAT???

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I am a clown traveling through a familiar city. At one point I lose my props in a restaurant. I have found most of them again when the CIA man begins talking to me about the death of my maternal great grandmother, whose last name was Bostria. Apparently we have a lawsuit against the government over her death. She was, it seems, a secret agent and we want information. He explains that due to the Zenecor’s Lawyer paradox, he may not be able to give it. He hands my father and I some papers in plastic sleeves. They are information on great grandma and her culture. One is a woodcut of a man playing a three string fox. Another group is photos and libretto of a play she composed.

The photos are of exquisitely detailed puppets. The play is about a witch named Bostria. She is a hideous thing. She looks as though tadpoles grow from her skin. But she changes through the centuries of folklore until she is quite lovely.

I explain this too her and detail my vision of a clockwork circus. As I speak, I descend into the witch’s lake. I begin to tell her of my vision not only of her, but of an EtherShip called the Bostria.

It is a beautiful thing of glass hull set with tin and chrome. I detail how here is set a huge portrait of Nikola Tesla and here a great transceiver dish. I point out the orchestra. For we are now both the characters portrayed and a musical watched by a packed house. I describe the holograms set here and there. Finally, I tell how I am captain of the vessel. I await word from the lady Bostria.

She approves of the ship and my daring in naming myself captain. Odd glass tankards appear in everyone’s hands and we toast our voyage.

There, that’s everything. Only everything is missing. The details are elusive and chasing them too hard destroys them. Dream logic falls apart in the waking world. Dream time cannot survive in real time. How do I even describe the ship? It was shaped more like a bar of soap than a sailing vessel of old. It had no sails, no rudder, no propellers, no pipes. It was an EtherShip- beautiful, the very thing to sail the stars in. I write this in hopes it still waits for me in dreams, to take me on a thousand voyages.

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I can beat both of those; I dreamed I was dating Leonard Nimoy. He was a good kisser, too. :smiley:

I am taking Mirapex for Restless Leg Syndrome, and the only side effect I have experienced have been very vivid dreams. Such as my husband doing situps in the bathtub, or me in our backyard feeling one of the hockey players to a plant.

Mr. SCL dreamed one of the hockey players was sitting in our den in the last stages of pregnancy. Swollen ankles, the whole nine yards. He doesn’t even have the excuse of drugs! He made me promise not to tell the player!

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I was walking down the street, which was lined with streetside cafes. Anyways, everyone was sitting down and eating and chit-chatting. So, I go to the first table, whip it out, and pee in their food. Apparently, in this weird dream world, my pee is like having the waiter grate parmesan cheese on your pasta. The person looked up at me and nodded appreciatively. I then went to the next table and did the same, with the same reaction. I went down the street, cafe to cafe, peeing in peoples’ food.
Yeah, after I woke up, I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, trying to figure out what in the hell that was about.

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A few months ago I had a dream that Paris Hilton was filming her reality TV show in my lab. During all of the commotion, I accidentally dissected her chiuaua! I thought it was a rat. :eek:

Very disturbing dream.

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Just the usual. Me and Flip trying to rescue the Princess.

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I occassionally have dreams where I play the part of Person Not Appearing In This Film. I’m some sort of omnipresent invisible cameraman for Dr. Trippy the director, watching the action and even thinking to myself, “God, this dialogue sucks,” and being unable to do anything about it. Last night was one of those. My excuse is the spicy chicken and onion dish I made for dinner. Yeah.

SO, anyway…

This kid is at a museum with his grandfather. He’s a typical Disney-style protagonist kid; a little odd, wears a necklace with Deep Meaning of some sort, unkempt black hair, a twinkle in his eye, good humored, that sort of thing. Ugh. I hate kids like that.

I don’t know what museum they’re at, but it has a space exhibit which includes a replica area of the surface of the moon (complete with flag!). Gramps is some sort of big shot, it appears, and Little Mikey (this is how I thought of him) is a space nut. Gramps gets permission for L.M. to go into the moon area for a bit. Then the big glass sliding doors slam shut and lock and Gramps turns out to be a villain who has rigged this thing up as a prison to keep L.M. out of his hair while he does some dastardly deed with the parents.

After Gramps leaves, L.M. manages to trick a dumb-witted guard into opening the doors, swings down from the cieling and through the doors (landing on his feet of course), and waves cheerfully at the guard as the doors slam shut again and lock the guard inside. Then L.M. scampers off, presumably to save the day. A closing shot shows his necklace glittering in the ‘lunar’ dust.

This segued somehow (I blame the writer) into a outer-space fight scene. Little Mikey is now Big Mikey (age approx. 17 or so), piloting a futuristic space taxi against the Evil Villains Lair. Yup, you guessed it, Grandpa was some sort of intergalactic ALIEN villain, which just makes things worse! Mikey’s had to wait all these long years for revenge, but now he’s going to find out what happened to his parents! (Why does my brain insist on torturing me with these hackneyed plots? Why!?)

Big Mikey manages to pancake the space taxi against the side of the orbital base, but that’s okay; he was wearing his seatbelt and spacesuit, so he’s okay. He climbs out of the wreckage, clumps across the hull until he finds an airlock (hssh-thunk, hssh-thunk – magnetic boots, dontcha know), and somehow convinces the airlock to open. He goes inside.

Scene change! Ooh, the writer was on some GOOD stuff. Big Mikey is now LITTLE Mikey again, wandering the space station and trying to find Evil Grandpa. He makes friends with HouseBot, the butler-robot (here I must point out that my brain, in a flash of twisted genius, gave the robot a bad attitude, a limp, and a cane! Arrgh!), and together to sally forth to destroy the Great Evil.

Production values started dropping at this point – HouseBot was there for some scenes but not for others; Little Mikey and Big Mikey were used as stand-ins for each other, that sort of thing. I’m guessing there were budget problems.

They finally confront Evil Grandpa in the stony tower (!? On a -space station-?!) and discover Nice Grandpa tied to a chair! Evil Grandpa was imitating him! Oh no!

Oh, and the parents are there too (poof – and yes, that’s how it happened).

Little Mikey whips up some magic with that necklace (hey, wait, didn’t he leave that in the moon room?), HouseBot defies his basic programming and tackles Evil Grandpa to prevent him from triggering the Death Ray (yes, it was labeled as such), and in a flash of bad special FX, the evil is vanquished. HouseBot is too badly damaged to live, so Little Mikey cries a bit and takes him home in case he can fix him. The End.

… so, yeah. No more late-night spicy dinners for me! Sheesh.

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I had a dream last night that my dad had a fish that behaved like a dog. Seriously. It was about the size of a terrier, and it would jump in and out of the water, wag it’s tail, jump into his arms and snuggle, and otherwise do tricks to amuse my father. Of course, his entire home was waist-deep in water to accommodate this very special pet. And none of this struck me as weird at all. Well, until I woke up.

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This wasn’t recently, but it was so detailed and so bizarre that I’m still trying to understand it.

I was setting up a camera on a tripod to take pictures of an antique steam train as it passed. This was on a high bank of a creek, overlooking the tracks. I was traveling in a small motorhome and I had a contract to escort a load of roof trusses to Atlanta. The truckers wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay and take the pictures. So, I tell them I’ll catch up with them later. Just as I hear the train approaching, Danny Devito runs across the pasture and hops into my motorhome and closes the door. I can’t decide whether to wait to take the picture or what. Finally, I run down the bank, wade the creek, and up the opposite bank just as Mr. Devito starts driving off in my motorhome. I grab onto the handle of the door and try to hang on as he drives across the pasture. At that point I woke up.

Any amatuer psychologists care to try to analyse that? I’m blaming it on Sonic onion rings, myself.

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Man, and I get stuck dreaming I’m a backup singer for Neil Diamond! No lip action. No nothing.

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I had a dream last night that my friend Glenn and I were driving up to an airport to catch a plane. ( He was driving, I was in the passenger seat.) We met two guys who needed a ride, and told them to get in the car. The two guys were Russel Hitchcock and Graham Russell of the group Air Supply. We started driving around and chatting with our guests, who were very funny and entertaining. All of a sudden there was a commotion of some sort that got our attention. Graham Russell (the tall guy) remarked to Russel Hitchcock (the short one, he sang lead on most of their hits, very distinctive high tenor voice), “Hey Russel, isn’t that the guy that stole your ex-wife out there?” His short companion replied, “That is him! And I owe him a beating!” He opened the car door, let out a war-cry, and flung himself (it was quite an impressive leap!) onto the guy, tackling him to the ground! Then he started beating on him! His bandmate, who was still in the vehicle, shouted, “I want to beat him up too!” and exited the car, running over to join the very one-sided confrontation. They were beating this guy pretty badly (had him down on the ground, kicking and flailing at him!) when Glenn and I noticed that their victim looked very familiar. “Hey, is that Will Ferrell that they are beating on?” Glenn said nonchalantly. “I think it is, but I am not sure!” I said. We were not at all concerned about helping him out, we were just trying to ascertain his identity! We were about to get out of the car to find out if it really was Will Ferrel when I woke up! I laughed out loud thinking about the silliness of the dream!