I had a bizarre one that was obviously tied to several things going on in my life lately. I dreamed I was telling my friend about how I was almost finished with the series of online courses I’d been taking at my job, and I was relieved to be getting close to finish them (our deadline is coming up soon and I procrastinated). She then asked me if I finished the Dungeons and Dragons monster descriptions for her uncle like I was supposed to, those had to be finished even sooner and he was relying on me (this part is not from my real life). I then ‘remembered’ that I had promised to do this and I had to have them finished by the next day, and it was several pages about variants on the kobold (a small cruel dog-like humanoid in D&D). I rushed home and dragged out my D&D books for ideas and I found several pages that I had apparently already printed up with hand-drawn pictures of weird variations on the kobold and lengthy descriptions of them. I had to do something to the pages to finish the job, but I couldn’t recall what it was, I felt like I had to copy them but on the other hand I knew them to be my original work. Then a bunch of kobolds showed up and started menacing me. I then cast a spell from an online role-playing game my wife plays all the time, that makes you grow bigger and become stronger for about a minute - in the dream I briefly even saw the on-screen interface used to select the spell. I then shifted to a different location, this time I was at the pool in the apartment complex my parents used to live at, and it was empty. I started stomping on the kobolds, who were about 3 feet tall but now were small enough that I could stomp several at a time under one foot. When I shrank back down to normal size there were a bunch of dead kobolds at my feet, and at first I was disappointed that they weren’t really flattened (I expected them to be paper-thin like a cartoon character that gets squished) and then I felt guilty about killing them all. Then I ‘wake up’ and see all the papers with descriptions of kobold crumpled up and torn from being stomped on and I’m back in my apartment, and I wonder if I am going crazy, then I wake up.
Anyway, I see about three things going on in my life in that dream - the first and the most obvious was my stessing about finishing the computer courses on time. I think the thing about having to finish the work for my friend’s uncle but neglecting to has to do with the fact my wife was invited to that friend’s wedding shower and said she’d go but didn’t. Then there is me casting the spell from the game my wife plays, I see that game a lot lately as my wife played it about 12 hours a day or more during our recent vacation and even now that her classes have started again she is playing it six or eight hours a day (she has six days of time racked up actually playing the game, and we’ve had it for only three weeks). I realized just now that the kobolds probably had something to do with a custom D&D campaign setting I made several months ago where kobolds are available as a playable race (which is not in the core rules).
This dream was weird in that my dreams are usually pretty mundane, and if they have anything to do with what’s going on in my life it’s just one particular thing, a more typical example would be the one I had this morning where I took some money over to my wife’s cousin’s apartment, and when I got there she was very drunk and started trying to kiss me - only one element of real life there, the fact I recently had to take some money over to her that my wife’s aunt mailed to us (her aunt is supporting my wife’s cousin but mails us the checks to make sure she doesn’t blow it all at once).
Anyway, anybody have any dreams they’d like to talk about?
I dreamd I walked through a door (always in a place I knew like my school) but it didn’t lead to the room I was expecting. I knew at once (like you always know these things in dreams) that I was in a labyrinth of rooms.
There were strange noises and the rooms were dark and somehow unpleasant, but there was nothing really frightening happening. Nevertheless I was always REALLY scared and I always woke up soaked in sweat. (I always “knew” there was something terrifying in the middle of that labyrinth…)
This happenend to me about five or six times. I always entered through different doors and there were always different rooms but the general feeling of “something here is out to get me” stayed.
The dream occured in irregular intervals - usually a few days before it came again.
You know that moment just between being awake and sleeping? That moment when you are already asleep but just conscious enough to know that you’re dreaming? In that moment I always knew when the dream was coming up again. I can’t really describe the feeling but it was a bit like being choked by a brown cloud (I know that sounds silly but I can’t describe it any better. It was a “brown” feeling to me. shrug).
Once I had to walk through the very door I had dreamed about the night before and for a moment I was scared I’d end up in the labyrinth. That was the only time I experienced the “brown” feeling while being awake… .
Of course I did not end up in a labyrinth but on that day I decided to do something about my dream.
I decided, next time in my dream, to search for the middle of the labyrinth and d*mn well find out what was frightening me so much!!
I don’t know why but after that I never had the dream again… .
Last night my fiancée had a dream about us getting married. I think she’s starting to stress a little, because in the dream we decided to get married that day. So she had to run around and get things like a dress and flowers and stuff. We recently moved up our date from Nov.30 to May.25 so I know that had an effect in the dream.
Last night I had a dream that some water animal bit my right hand off. I think it was a shark. Somehow I drove to the hospital in an SUV and then the nurse was telling me that there was nothing the doctor could do because I didn’t have the hand. I urged her it was in the SUV, so I went down with another nurse and got my hand from a bag (I think it was made out of the animal that bit my hand off) and went back to put it on. Some point the place turned into a college, and that guy Frank from Trading Spaces was a professor there. I don’t remember much after that, but nothing really eventful happened. Oh, he told me that he was in the Air Force at one time, and before I could tell him I was, I woke up.
Serial Dreams:
When I was either in 4th or 5th grade, I had this recurring dream that my best friend Joel and his sister Jennifer and I were playing in a black playground (black as in night, couldn’t see anything) The playground felt as if it was in a big room. There was this big huge slide, and we’d go up it and slide down. I always woke up from this dream knowing I’d had it before. Nothing weird in the dream, just weird that I’d had it about 4 times.
I had a dream this morning where I’m walking down a street to get to my car, which seemed to be parked at least a half mile away from where I was standing. As I’m walking down the street, I see my sister and one of her former boyfriends sitting in a car. I say “hi” to them and then I keep on walking down the street. It is then that I realize that I’m only wearing a t-shirt and nothing else; no bra, no pants, no underwear, etc. I keep on walking down the street, trying to pull my t-shirt down enough to cover my butt. Then I get to my car, but the key won’t work in the lock and I’m unable to get into my car. So I’m standing in the middle of the street, wearing nothing but a t-shirt which isn’t long enough to cover my private parts. Then I woke up.
BTW, I seem to frequently have dreams of this sort, being in a public place and discovering myself either partially or completely nekkid and not being able to do anything about it.
I had a weird one this morning.
Must’ve been thinking about Bebe Buell’s new book (she was a groupie)
I dreamed I was at a rock concert with many bands playing.
SO I went and (I have no diea why) had sex with Sting!
I don’t even find the guy attractive.
Weird…
I think I won some kidn of groupie award for this in the dream.
A couple of weeks ago, I had a dream about the Voyager, the aircraft that flew nonstop around the world without refueling. I was watching a breaking news report on TV about the flight. Voyager was about halfway around the world, when it was intercepted and forced down by Mirage F1 jet fighters somewhere in Africa. In the kind of grainy video you always get from overseas news bureaus, they were showing the airplane stopped at the end of a runway and the pilots with their hands behind their heads, being led away from the plane by soldiers to an awaiting army truck.
The dream was quite vivid and realistic, like it was actually taking place. After I woke up, I was like “wait a minute, it didn’t happen that way!”
I had a really cool dream last night. Well, I guess it’s not that cool, but it was fun for me.
First a little background – I’m 36 years old. I still feel young. For my 35th birthday last year I bought myself a skateboard. I hadn’t skated for at least ten years up until then. Now when I ride, what I’m doing is basically trying not to fall down, although I use to be not-half-bad.
Last night I dreamed I was in my old neighborhood where I grew up. I was the same age I am now, but I was with a bunch of anonymous kids, and we were all street skating. And I was pulling of the coolest kick-flips and impossibles and nollie-underflips – the works. And it was all coming off in slow-motion, so it was twice the fun.
In fact the only recurring dreams I seem to have involve either skateboarding or playing soccer.
last week I had a dream I was having sex with this little 18yr old hottie I met at a party (I really did meet her at a party) the strange thing is it came true…
I had the best dream sex of my whole life this week, and frankly I’d give anything to experience it again, even if just in a dream state.
God DAMN it was that good stuff. My friend who does a little dream analysis pretty much nailed it (pun required), though when she said that I don’t really WANT to have sex with Eric Bogosian so much as ABSORB his talent for writing and element of fame.
my whole family is in our car, driving at night.
we end up in some large field where trains wait on their tracks. one of the waggons is a huge shell oil carrier and my father pulls up next to it and says he’s going to set flames to this waggon. i feel awful and get out of the car as fast as i can and start running. i keep running for a very long time until at a point i am aware of a breathing sound following me, closing in on me. in my thoughts this breathing has always been of a wolf. and each time at this moment i woke up.
Once, when I was trying to sleep with a stuffed up nose, I dreamed that my head was a chat room. Every time I tried to draw a breath someone’s chat nickname would fly into my nose and plug it, almost asphyxiating me. I actually saw the little names flying around like they were on a screen. I woke up with the phrase “Get out of my head!” running through my mind.
Like the poster above me–it is a very rare occasion when I actually -remember- a dream. But I just had a really weird one last night.
It was not a happy-happy dream. I think it was supposed to be a nightmare, but it was actually kinda thrilling, in a "Silent Hill"ish sort of way.
I was on one of my normal, evening walks (I like to go out walking), except this time I was walking through a forest in the middle of nowhere. I stumbled upon a lone, abandoned cabin, and for some ungodly reason, went inside. I was immediately attacked, subdued, and enslaved by a tall, scruffy-looking man with ebony skin and solid, pale red eyes. (Not ebony as in ‘black’, as in ‘African American’…his physique didn’t even seem entirely -human-, let alone to assign it a nationality.)
He claimed to be a demon of hell, and proved this to me by luring more people to the cabin, killing them, and reanimating them as zombie slaves. He kept me alive. And I was in his service as a slave for what seemed like years.
The most recent dream I still remeber happend a couple of nights ago . . . .
Myself and a group of school friends I have not seen in about 5 years are taking a tour of a local (and not particulaly) exiting town - on the top of an open double decker bus.
Then I started flying I discovered I could control this slight by moving my arms (which were out in front superman stlye) I was beiong buffeted buy strong winds, dragged around the town by them. . .
Then to temp me back to the bus four girls mooned me! one of them had a tatoo of a star on thier right cheek - Then the dream ended. Very Strange.
A reoccuring dream I had as a child, usually when I was ill, involved me flying through a glowing blue maze, faster and faster, flying towards the center. When I reached the center the maze would explode in a flash of blue light and I would wake up.
BunnyGirl being intimate with Angelina Jolie, only in my dreams
