This is from my Journal. I have many, many other dreams to tell, but this will just be a starter.
And I know that one dream I had had Brian in it, romping around on the bed with me. We were definitely both naked. Why did you have to bring this subject up? I was fine but now I am all hot and bothered (well, not bothered, but definitely in need of another shower). I am not obsessed; no, I am not. Definitely not…:rolleyes:
I had a dream about Angelina Jolie last night and there was some sex in it, though it wasn’t me having the sex with her in the dream (crushing yet another male Doper fantasy). Did anybody see “Girl, Interrupted”? In the middle of the movie, Angelina’s character and Winona Ryder’s character run away from the hospital. Anyway, in my dream, I was running away with them, except that we were living in the streets and traveling around the country for a long time. We shoplifted from stores and Angelina’s character was prostituting herself, while Winona was basically useless and whining all the time. My job in the dream seemed to be the narrarator, telling the story of how we survived on the streets for a couple of years, traveling around and meeting weird and interesting people. There was more to the dream than that, but I really can’t remember it very clearly any more. I vaguely remember a part of the dream where a couple of guys try to rape me, but Angelina appears as her “Lara Croft” character and proceeds to stomp the rapists into the ground.
I had a very strange dream about a week ago. I was on a TV show and I was challenged to spend the entire week sitting on a small three legged milking stool attached to a skateboard using my feet to propel myself along. I also had to wear a full evening suit and top hat. The stool changed into a top hat at some point too. A white one.
So anyway, I’m scooting along on my skateboard/top hat combo, surrounded by a camera crew and a crowd of onlookers and I go off the edge of a path onto a grassy area, fall off, do a complete forward roll and kick Sophie Ellis-Bextor in the jaw. You yanks probably haven’t heard of Sophie Ellis-Bextor. She’s a singer. Oh, and she didn’t actually look like herself in the dream. She was ginger for a start and in reality she’s brunette. And that was the end.
None of the events had any relevance to anything in my life but I swear I’m not making it up. I was in the US at the time though, so maybe the mind-rays from your government’s black helicopters were affecting me. I must remember my tin-foil hat next time.
One dream I’ll never forget is one I had when I was 19. I dreamed I was in Wheaton, IL, where my parents were living at the time, and was strolling through the shopping district naked. I was perfectly at ease, but when I got on the bus, the driver refused to let me on as I was. I took a seat anyway, and kept insisting that I was within my rights, but he wouldn’t move the bus. An elderly woman handed me a sweater. I was going to put it on, but I couldn’t find the sleeves, and when I did it was upside down and backwards, and when I got it rightside and forward, I couldn’t find the sleeves again. Finally I handed it back, saying, “Thank you, but I don’t have to do this, and I’m not going to.”
Another that I will also never forget is one I had when my parents were having a real knock-down drag-out that went on so long I fell asleep before it was over. I was with my parents in a mall parking lot, and my dad had my mom pinned on the ground by the driver’s door and was strangling her. He kept letting up before she suffocated, then doing it again, and I couldn’t stop him. We were the only ones in the lot, until a pickup truck parked opposite us: we were in the two spaces closest to the entrance. A man got out and walked towards the door; he didn’t seem to see us. I couldn’t move, but I called out to him, and woke up still screaming.
When I’m in financial straits, I sometimes have money dreams, but I’m jaded to the point where I can tell myself, in the dream, “This is dream money; don’t bother about it because you can’t keep it.”
Also, since I’ve lately been dragging Hugh Jackman into every thread, I’ll mention that I once had a dream about him. Not like that: I dreamed that I was on the crew of a movie he was in. I was at the craft service table when someone casually mentioned that Mr. Rilch had been hurt on the set of another movie. I freaked and started asking for details, but the person moved on. Everyone else was ignoring my pleas for info, or the use of a phone; in fact, they were acting like I wasn’t there at all. Finally, Hugh handed me his cell phone and rubbed my shoulders reassuringly while I called the other movie, then had his driver take me to the hospital where Mr. Rilch was. How nice!
I had a really weird dream last night.
I was living with my family and Angrybot (from http://www.wearerobots.com )in a 1950s style office building. It was run down and dusty. I think we had to live there because we had no money.
There was a room that we werent allowed into for some reason, it had a door with a window. The door was locked with a brass padlock.
I realised that the lock was broken and we could get in. I went in, and found some money in a desk drawer. I knew that when the owners saw the disturbed dust in the forbidden room they would kill us or something, so we would have to leave. I took the money, and Angrybot said I had to give it to him. While he wasn’t looking, I jammed some of it in my pocket. I gave the rest of it to him.
The End.
Anyone want to analyze that one?
I’ve had nothing but unsettling stressed-out dreams for the last few days. The kind that leave you more tired when you wake up then when you went to bed. 
My dream involved going to a college (where I pretended to attend many years ago) and hanging out in the bookstore. I wasn’t registered for any classes, so this seemed like the place to go. A stranger approached me with a note, and the message went something like this - “Steve Martin would like to cast you in his current movie. Please go to Albuquerque tomorrow, find the tallest building, go to the restaurant on the top floor, and order an 18 ounce Martini. You will receive further instructions then.” I love Steve Martin, hate Martinis, and am ambivalent about New Mexico, although I know that some of the sharpest Dopers live there.(hi Jill)
Sometimes I have really cool dreams, and it’s a bonus when I can remember them so clearly.
Sleep researchers say that everyone dreams several times every night. So, you are just not remembering your dreams for some reason.