Do you ever feel like that boss is holding back your development or ability to go anywhere?
Possibly relevant poll I started a little back:
How often do you have a vivid dream?
I had a dream some time back where I had sex with my mom.
The dream ended with my mom coming awkwardly up the stairs and apprehensively looking towards my direction and with me shouting something along the lines of “WHAT WE DID WAS WRONG!”
I woke up and was like WTF?! Thinking about it makes me feel ill.
Is she hot?
She’s in her 50’s now and also in the dream, for what it’s worth, you twisted and filthy minded individual. No more details will be provided. 
I just turned 54. Question stands.
ETA: 
My dad died about 10 years ago. After his death, I had one dream that was very powerful to me. In the dream we were just sitting together in the living room watching snow fall outside. He wasn’t sick the way he had been for many months prior to dying, but seemed serenely happy - and that filled me with an overwhelming sense of peacefulness as well in the dream.
I woke up with tears streaming down my face - not tears of sadness, but tears from being extremely emotionally moved by that powerful feeling of peace and contentment. It was a feeling that had eluded me in waking life, and it was the one thing I most wanted. One of the things that always has haunted me about my parents’ deaths is that both of them died young from illnesses that caused a great deal of sadness and suffering. At the time, the dream felt like a message from my dad telling me that he was okay.
I regularly find a large cache of money, and I regularly wake up seriously pissed off.
When will I learn?
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To begin, I’ve never been married, and I have no children. More than ten years ago, I had a dream that I was standing in the backyard of my childhood home, enjoying the quiet, the overarching oak trees, and the summer days. My father came out, very worried, holding a sheaf of paperwork, and I knew he had bad news to tell me. He tells me that the coroner’s report is in, there was nothing surprising in it, and maybe I should make a statement to the media, just so they’ll stop circling the house and calling.
I realize what he’s talking about is the fact that my husband murdered our children and then killed himself while I was away. That during the investigation, I’d moved back in with my parents to escape all the reporters, and because my parents were so worried about me. Standing out in the backyard was the first time I wasn’t catatonic, and I’d actually managed to put the deaths out of my mind for a very short time.
I agreed with him that I should issue some sort of statement, but I kept thinking over and over again that my life was over, even though I was still alive.
When I woke up, I was relieved it was just a dream, but still shattered emotionally. I really didn’t want to do anything but curl up and cry.
I take various medications daily for various reasons, and one of them has a side effect of hyper-vivid dreaming. They don’t happen every night, but when they do they’re more real than life, bigger, brighter, and are usually wonderful. I once dreamed an entire musical based in a post-apocalyptic NYC. It had some nice tunes, some of which I can still hum.
I had a dream about a cow-orker, my closest colleague. He and I got on very well IRL, but I’d never been attracted to him, not even a little bit. I had a super vivid, very satisfying sex dream about him, in which it was clear we were long-term lovers, that he was fabulous in bed, and that I was deeply in love with him. I woke mid-orgasm. I was awkward around him at work for a few days, then started to notice that, although his face was unattractive (to me), that he actually had a smokin’ bod and a really nice ass. My dream developed into a crush that lasted me through a stressful year and many very dull meetings.
The dream that’s stayed with me longest is another hyper-vivid dream many years ago, where I was crossing a grassy campus or similar just as someone started taking potshots at passers-by from a clock tower. I could hear bullets going past me and, as I started to drop to the ground to try and protect myself, I felt one graze my neck, which opened a vein. I remember lying on the ground getting colder and colder as I bled out, and I remember exactly how it felt to be “dying.” I became very calm, very zen, and didn’t feel scared or any pain, just very drowsy and cold. I woke up once I’d “died.” Doubt I’ll ever forget it. It was kinda nice, if dreaming about getting shot and dying can be nice.
About once a month, but not always on PMS time, I have a dream where I wake up angry at my husband. The anger lasts several hours and I really have to snap myself out of it. Usually I dream he has flaked badly on me, and the anger I feel in the dream just carries on after I wake up.
I often had vivid nightmares when I was under thirty years old. But they were like movies, (nowadays I would have to say: computer games). Not very emotionally gripping, even as the monsters and the gore and the magic lit up my mental screen.
The worst nightmare I ever had was very different. I dreamt I had killed an innocent person, by being careless or mistaken. It was very real, with police coming an taking statements, me trying to avoid the devasted and angry family, the oh-my-god-what have-I-done-feeling.
I had that oh-my-god-feeling for several days afterwards, and each time had to reassure myself that it was okay.
I have on at least a couple of occasions told a joke in a dream that amused me so much I woke myself up laughing.
Was it still funny when you woke up?
I used to have a recurring dream when I was a child about running through a field. It was always on a beautiful late summer/early fall day. A perfectly clear, blue sky. The air was cool, but the sun was warm. I could smell the sweetness of grass that we ran through. Yellow prairie grass. There was a small copse of trees nearby that we were running to. There was no breeze, everything was perfectly still and quiet except for the sound of insects and the crunching of our feet. And our breath.
My most perfect kind of day.
Except a bomb was coming. Somewhere in the sky above and behind us, a bomb was coming. We couldn’t hear it… moving too fast, I guess, for the sound to keep up. It was totally silent. But I knew it was coming.
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That’s the only dream I’ve ever had where it feels like I’ve actually lived that scene. I don’t generally subscribe to past life theories, but that dream feels like it’s a real memory, not a dream. It still makes my hair stand on end.
I once dreamed that a man* was standing somewhere, his face lit up with a red light. He was laughing, and I knew by his laugh that the entire world had ended. What was left was worse than black. Words fail to describe my absolute terror.
That was the shortest nightmare I’ve ever had, and it still terrifies me to think about it. I know it had something to do with being at a sort of conference taking place in a hotel, and since we had lunch and dinner there, I didn’t leave the hotel at all during my stay. I think it was the buried feeling that I needed to get out and prove the rest of the world still existed. Even knowing this, though, I still cannot get over that dream.
*Oddly enough, the man looked like Mal in Firefly. Really weird, because I kinda love Mal.
There’s been more than a few dreams I’ve had that left me awake and terrified, but which I don’t really remember now.
Probably the most unsettling one, though, was the very vivid dream I had a year or two that I still remember reasonably well. I was in a skyscraper, up on a very high floor that was entirely window glass along the outer walls. Sitting in a chair in a comfortable lounge area, talking to some friends, when the building shifts. I look outside, and I can see the world rotate as either the entire building or just the upper half toppled, falling straight to the ground.
What makes it different is that I didn’t wake up at the first sensation of freefall, as you typically would. I watched the ground speed up toward me frighteningly fast. I’ve never experienced that in a dream before, and it left enough of an impression on me that I remembered so much of it so long after I had it.
I have had similar NIGHTMARES I say that because I would only say that because dreams are not bad. I have been lost in many of my dreams and have woken to have server panic attacks… lasting for many hours after waking. Usually our dreams are based on our true fears or wishes. I do have a real life fear of being lost somewhere and no way to find my way home.
I still remember the feeling from a similar dream a couple of decades ago. The details have faded, but the true love I felt from this man left this feeling of loss, not only when I woke up but to this day. I decided to think that that sort of love couldn’t actually exist because thinking that I was missing out was too sad.
Oh man. I’ve had ONE dream that’s affected me after I woke up, and that was earlier this year. Fucking horrible. I only had it once, but once was plenty enough. I never told anyone about it, but it affected me deeply at the time.
My dream, basically, was this: The things I’m missing in my life, the things I’ve wanted for so long, things that simply aren’t in the offing for me, I had. And then I woke up.
Back to life, back to reality.
Goddammitsomuch.
I’ve had fulfillment dreams. I don’t remember the dreams, but I remember the disappointment I felt when I woke up.