OK, I had a less gross one last night. I was talking with a cousin of mine (a good friend, though I haven’t seen him in years), and was showing him a Connect 4 program I wrote years back, and explaining how it works. The conversation drifted to the game Mafia, but it turned out we were talking past each other, because even though we both were familiar with the game, it has a very different culture, with different assumptions, in the groups we played with. At some point in the dream we saw a large white spider, and were the only two people in the room who weren’t freaked out by it.
All of this is perfectly in character for him. I don’t know if he’s ever actually played Mafia, but he’s a nerd like me, and neither of us is freaked out by assorted critters.
A few nights ago I had a horrid dream. My husband and I had a big fight (like, one that was leading up to divorce) so I went to the mall, where I was promptly kidnapped and forced to live under the mall with a bunch of other people who had been kidnapped.
My kidnappers told me they planned to cut out my eyes to give to their leader (?). I told them I was a diabetic and had terrible eyes (I am a diabetic but my eyes are actually just fine). Paul Walker (!) was there, and I asked if he had been kidnapped too. He nodded and told me they had kidnapped him to steal his beautiful face and give it to the leader.
I tried to escape several times, but Alec Baldwin stopped me. He’s a mean son of a bitch in dreams, lemme tell you.
Adolf Hitler can appear on your front lawn. Usually he manifests over the septic tank. I attacked him once while yelling at his followers, who had also manifested–“Do you know what this man did?”
When they couldn’t answer I yelled “He invented the accordion!”
That did it. Ol’ Adolf ran away with his enraged former followers chasing him down the street.
I dreamed I was in Texas…I was driving on a highway there. You had to stop to put some kind of decal on the car…while stopped, I visited a taco stand-the Mexican girl there made me a huge pork taco-I was worried I didn’t have enough money to pay for it…it was only 75 cents. I asked some fellow travelers about driving (east) through New Orleans-they all said… “don’t do it”.
Strange!
I had a weird dream last night: I went back to a historic site where I worked as a tour guide from 1980 to '84; everything was much more elaborate, and there was a woman working there whom I met at language school five years later. After I woke up, I had to think hard before I realized where I knew her from; I was sure she didn’t belong at the site.
I keep having a recurring nightmare where I go back to an old girlfriend’s house (I haven’t seen her since 1975) and everything is okay, but I never actually see her again. Her parents, on the other hand, positively dote on me (they hated me in real life). Everything there is in a kind of weird Tron-like dreamscape with fluorescent grid lines stretching off into the distance; sometimes it’s a bizarre blend of places I’ve lived in.
I had to resurrect this thread to get my dream analyzed - I dreamt that I was the boss alien in an alien ship, and they popped off the top of my head to look at some details in there, and then they pressed the top back on my head again. I felt all of the actions of the top of my head being cut off, but there was no pain. Any ideas?
I was walking down the street minding my own business when the wind picked up and started blowing me around. Soon, I lost contact with the ground and was being funnelled up into the air. Once I was above the rooftops I kept screaming “Noooo!” because I knew I was going to drop to my death and leave my wife and kid alone. It was terrible. First nightmare I’ve had in ages.
Here’s the second, from a long time ago. I swear I am not making it up. What does it mean? Good luck:
So, I’m in the German Army. Our uniforms are aqua blue camouflage. We’re stationed somewhere remote in Alaska. I don’t speak German, which is becoming an issue. The only two people who speak English are my commanding officer (who is hot as hell) and my best friend. Since I can’t talk to anyone but BF, the two of us spend most of our time playing checkers in our barracks room. The barracks is like a cross between a submarine and a prison, so our room is darkly lit except for a dim red glow, there is no third wall, instead, an open barred door. (Like every prison in every movie ever.) Oh, and my best friend is literally a twelve foot teddy bear. We get our first mission. The mission is that the platoon picks up BF, carries him on their shoulders (like he’s crowdsurfing), march him out to the tip of a glacier, and throw him off the edge. I am trying to stop all this while it’s happening, but I don’t speak German. As they throw him off the edge I grab him and we go over together.
I dreamed that I was an actor in a play at a dinner theater. The play was about lynching the Evil Industrialist Balthazar. He was so Evil that he drove a Dodge Neon that had 2 engines, just so it would use more gas. The dinner guests were supposed to play the part of an angry mob but they got hungry and sat down so the Evil Industrialist Balthazar got away.
<FakeBeardAndCigar>It arises from your frustration with the apathy of the general populace about important issues which have nothing whatsoever to do with the environment or corporate misconduct.</FBAC>
I had one recently that was oddly mundane, or perhaps mundanely odd. In my dream, the penny was being phased out. They were no longer being minted, but for some reason, we couldn’t just wait for them to leave circulation via attrition. Instead, an active, but relatively low-key, effort was being made to collect them. The little leave/take penny cups had all been replaced by tiny change machines that would exchange pennies for other coins. Also, the dream was set in a town that looked like the set for a Western–dirt street, wooden walks and facades, and so forth.
You’re not afraid of being open-minded even though it alienates you from those around you.
This is an old one that I still remember vividly. A friend and I are walking in a farmer’s field on a hot summer day near where I grew up. We enter a poplar bluff and sit down in a clearing to rest, each leaning back against a tree. A robin lands on the ground in front of me, which is kind of neat, but I’m feeling drowsy so I close my eyes and relax. I feel the robin hop up on my leg, up my arm and onto my shoulder where it nuzzles its head against my neck. At first I don’t mind, but I can’t fall asleep because of it, so I brush it away and open my eyes to see that it isn’t a robin anymore, but a sea gull with no feathers!? I look over to my friend, who’s also dozing, to show him, but before I can say anything, a tall crane comes walking gracefully out of the trees behind him. I open my mouth to yell at him to wake up, but the crane turns around and goes back into the trees, and I realize there’s no point in waking him up because he’s missed it. Flash forward to…
…my parents’ place where I grew up. My friend and I are arriving there after our walk in the field. On the front lawn, and on the driveway across the street, Africans in colourful native dress are seated. Some are playing a gambling game and some have set up a little market. For currency, they’re using little blue balls about the size of marbles. Flash forward to…
…my parents’ basement, jam-packed with people. Through the crowd, I see something in a darkened corner that turns out to be my dad’s home movies playing on a screen. Apparently, that’s why everyone is there. Flash forward to…
…the back yard, where everyone is seated, filling the yard. It’s dusk, and now my dad is showing the home movies on a big sheet in the corner of the yard, apparently because the basement was too crowded. I guess.
The birds in your dream are interesting; I dreamed about a huge eagle once - I was afraid of it, but I held my hand out, and it came and ate out of my hand. I feel like birds are very important in dreams, but I don’t know why.
I dreamed of a group of small children being attended to after being rescued from underneath a rusty old fridge somewhere. Then I was under it, close enough to the edge to see bright green grass and get a bit of air, but not really enough to breathe and woke up gasping for breath. It took a few minutes to calm down and realize I could breathe easily.
What could it mean?
I’m not sure I want to know what that means. I’d rather have an eagle eating from my hand.