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egg
OK. I’ve been dying for an explanation for this dream all my life. It’s one of the first dreams vivid enough for me to remember for any sort of time period (I was in kindergarten), and boy howdy is it weird.
I’m in the park near my house, playing and frolicking. I venture into a nearby wooded area. There’s a stone house there with a roof made of sticks and it looks very decrepit. I go inside and there are several people using those devices that spin paper around so that you can make spiral paintings. However, instead of paper, they are using paper plates, and instead of paint, they are using ketchup and mustard.
They explain that they are not doing this for recreational purposes but rather to save their lives. The forest is, as they explain, riddled with sinkholes for which there is no protection except the paper plate paintings with ketchup and mustard. I look over and see a squirrel running across the leaf-covered forest floor. It crosses a stone ring (like the top of a story-book well, but at ground level) and shoop is sucked in nearly instantly, disappearing from sight with nary a sound. The idea of being sucked in is terrifying, and I beg them to give me one of the paper plates. They do, and I walk home.
Give me wisdom! I have pondered this dream for many years.
fluiddruid You want to open your own art gallery to portray the works of George Segal, then go out and run over squirrels.
egg
I had a dream where I was investigated the mob out here at school, my case was getting somewhere. Then my mom calls and tells me the world’s gonna end so I go home to be with my family. I keep investigating the mob at home though (I am a cop from home in this dream). The world does end, but me and my mom and family friends are the only people left. It gets revealed to me that my mom has supernatural powers, and she is in fact the wife of God. I am teh son of God. The guy who was my dad was just some schmoe. My mom goes out into the ocean (I live in Va Beach) and starts killing dolphins for fun, I get mad at her and she stops. Later, Im riding down roman rapids (one of those man made rapids rides) at Busch Gardens: Williamsburg. God sits up high on his throne on the raft. Then I wake up.
Since I was about 8 or so, I’ve had reoccuring zombie dreams. Usually, they start off at a camp or something, but then end up with me running through “my nieghborhood” fighting them off and running away. So, what’s up with that?
I also have reoccuring dreams of my teeth falling out. They’re the most realistic dreams I’ve ever had complete with color, sound, smell, and more specifically, PAIN!!! I can’t remember the number of times I’ve awoken and thought that my tooth or teeth had actually fallen out the day before because they’ve been so realistic. More than anything, it’s the constant reoccurance of these dreams that has me wondering.
Pythagoras You want to join the circus, so that you can forfil your fantasy of being fired out of a cannon (not the printer).
El Elvis Rojo You secretly long to be a toothbrush.
egg
A couple of nights ago I had this dream:
We (me and my dream family) were living in this house right on the ocean. When walking out the back sliding glass door you were on the patio, there was a break wall at the end of the patio, and a down a few steps from there was our dock. I went into the house to put my bathing suit on so we could get in the hot tub (which was on the end of the patio you would get to from the bedroom’s sliding glass door). I walked through the house with my suit on and came out the door from the living room so I could walk down the deck and give my dream husband a nice little tease before I reached the hot tub. I realized at this point that I was married to a “Dr. Jeckle/Mr. Hyde” in that any time we had a sexual encounter he “had” to go kill a girl. I was torn as what to do beacuse I loved him and we so rarely had any real contact in a sexual way, I wanted him, and resolved the fact that some girl was going to die for this. I looked out to the ocean to contemplate my resolve when I realized the water had risen. The deck was now fully under water and the patio was starting to flood. I was thinking the water would be cold, and wondered if the hot tub had been taken over yet. I saw my husband and what I’m guessing was my teenage son diving into the water from the break wall. I stood there on the patio as the water started coming up my legs and was surprised at it’s warmth. It was comforting. Then I woke up.
Tabeitha You want to join Greenpeice so you can help to prevent global warming by shutting down all powerplants and making everyone live off of soya beans.
egg
May I offer an alternate interpretation?
Your dream is God punishing you for reading The Tommyknockers by Stephen King too many times. 
I had this nightmare two nights ago…I was babysitting a friends child and everything was going fine until I looked down at him and he had no body from his chest down. Everything was normal though, he talked, walked, and though I thought it to be strange in my dream, it seemed okay at the time. Then there was a knock at the door and we went to see who it was. Over the huge front door there was a window with a reflection which allowed you to see who was standing there. In the reflection I saw a family of 4 people (the visual reminded me of a scene in “The Others”). I walked to the side of the door to get a better look and what I saw in front of the door was nothing. No one was there. I then walked back to look at the reflection, saw them standing there, and again heard a knock. All of a sudden they turned into ghosts/spirits and flew through the top window of the door right at me. I felt a heat blast go through my hands and then I woke up. Scared the heebeejeevies out of me.
Not sure if it’s a dream, or just a wierd state before fallign alseep, anyways…
Everythign is black and white at the same time, not grey, black and white. The bed feels hard & soft at the same time. I feel hot and cold at the same time. Even though I can;t see anything, it seems I am close to an object, and (again, at the same time) I feel very distant from everything.
I feel like I’m drifting into this black & white-ness, falling forward but also floating up.
I can feel someone looking over my shoulder, I know it’s male. If I turn around he disappears. If I ignore him, it gets more intense, and eventually he seems to “shake” me. When it gets to the shaking me stage, I feel like he’s angry at me. Again if I look around he disappears, if I don’t he eventually disappears anyway.
This can last for what seems like hours.
dreamer You want to dedicate your life to caring for the elderly. You might want to invest in a copy of Nod if you can hear me: Living with a Human Vegetable.
Tir Tinuviel You want to be part of the swinging 1900’s. This could be linked to your fetish for tall hats and beards.
Damn Eggy, you’re good!
Can we go back just a little further, say 12 years, so I can be part of the long black cape and butchers knife era?
Just as long as I’m not called upon as a witness.
egg
Just as long as I’m not called upon as a witness.
egg
What about this dream where I’m with a bunch of my friends and little kids? We seem to be aboard this special ferry, only it has our church sanctuary on it. Also, there seems to be a bus exchange on the ferry. (???) We have fun, see a choir sing in the sanctuary, drink wine and such, and climb on monkey bars in the playground they have.
Also, we get off the ferry, and are in this forest. We chase each other around until we get to a lodge type of dwelling, where we get to eat, play, and chase each other around some more.
Can you tell me what this means?
F_X
what does it mean when you dream about hotdogs chasing
do-nuts through tunnels?
My friend Ellen told me about one of her dreams and what it meant. It was a pretty elaborate dream and explanation. So I asked her about the hotdog/do-nut/tunnel dream and she just gave me “that look”. You know “that look” that I am talking about? Am I the only one who gets “that look”? Women give me “that look” all the time, it seems. They never say anything to me, they just give me “that look”. I try to carry my end of the conversation - like this dream conversation with Ellen - and all I ever get is “that look”. Women are just a bundle of contradictions. They SAY that they want someone that they can TALK TO and yet whenever I TALK TO THEM all I ever get is “that look” and no conversation. Go figure!
Mike in Houston
(no, the other one)
Several years ago I had a couple of dreams that really stuck with me.
Dream #1
I am standing on the deck of a sailing ship, the kind that sailed in the 1700’s. There is a mighty storm, and the ship is pitching to and fro with considerable violence. The crew are running around frantically, some of them looking quite ill from seasickness. I’m watching all this calmly, seemingly unaffected by the storm.
Dream #2
I dreamt that I was back in the little one-room school where I spent the first, second, and third grade. I’m sitting at the table, looking around at the classmates that I recognize. I say to Patrick, one of my best friends, “This is wrong. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be in graduate school.” He just gives me a weird look and says, “Graduate school? That’s years away.” I find my teacher, and tell her that I’m not where I’m supposed to be, that I’m supposed to be in Oregon instead of Florida, and that I’m supposed to be in graduate school. She just laughs and laughs, and the dream comes to an end.
Flamsterette_X You want to build a gaint bonfire and burn people accused of witchcraft.
Michael Fleming You need to stop eating crayons before bed.
Atreyu You want to open a sanctuary caring for abandoned test monkeys.
But before I explain the dream you need to know a little about the geography of where I live and the physique of Bigfoot.
I live in an area that consists of either swamp/wetland or clayish-topsoil. As you drive down an average row you pass farmland farmland farmland farmland…then the road dips. When the road dips you’re either crossing water, or there’s wetland/swampland type road on either side. During certain types of year and if the weather is right, these low spots are filled with fog (something about water etiher retaining or reflecting heat, I currently forget which. The upshot is that the difference in temperature between the low spots and the rest of the lower atmosphere produces fog).
Bigfoot is a mythical gorilla-like creature. That’s about all you need to know about him. But MY bigfoot didn’t have gorilla-like eyes. Rather, its eyes were much like someone had scalpeled out the eye socket and layed in … galvanized steel? slightly tarnished silver? beat-up chrome? IOW, its eyes were SILVERY, but not shiny.
So the dream.
I’m driving down a road near my homeplace and a movement out to the side catches my eye. I look. I see Bigfoot staring at me. I keep going, but…well, there’s that whole ‘dream slow-down’ sequence going on, you know what I mean? I intellectually GLANCE out the window, but KNOW I spent a decade staring into eyes which belonged to a being that wanted me DEAD!!
So at the next crossroads I hang a left. Things are fine til I hit a foggy low spot, and then…THERE IT IS!!!
Well, at this point I could fill you in on all the lefts and rights I took before sitting upright in bed nearly in tears from fear.
Now here’s the thing, Egg. I don’t want you to explain the dream. Any nimrod can tell me I felt trapped and my subconcious was informing me of the matter.
I want you to tell me why the dreams STOPPED. Because, while the dream happened during a down time, it STOPPED during my down time, and before I had any inkling of an upswing.
So what happened?