Heck, yeah. And, often, I realize that I’ve done it and freak the hell out. There’s stuff I’ve done in my dreams that I wouldn’t dare mention on this board. (And, yes, it’s worse than anything already mentioned.)
Last night I successfully pitched a revolutionary traffic management technology to the city.
It eliminated the problem of red-light-runners and inattentive drivers by replacing outmoded traffic lights at intersections with synchronized, alternating pendulums, each swinging shipping-container-sized weights. Traffic streamed continuously, and very very carefully. Go when it’s not your turn, and your mangled vehicle is cavalierly pushed out of the intersection, into the heap of those belonging to people not quite deft enough to negotiate it.
Brilliant! However, I have some doubts that the city council would be as enthusiastic as they were in my dream, so I’ll probably not bother to give my presentation or build the proof-of-concept which demonstrated the principle so hilariously with those schmucks in the white pick-up.
Of course. I’ve had dreams of beating up or killing family members and I’d never* do that IRL.
*probably
Couldn’t do:
Fly - Teleport (felt really weird - the entire world folded up into my belly and then unfolded from my belly with me at a slightly different place) - rerun events until they come out the way I want them.
Wouldn’t do:
Standup comedy - bite a burglar’s thumb off - execute someone after a village trial - yell at someone, daring them to keep shooting a me.
Absorbing the flat, electric beavers that crawled into the window kind of fits in both categories.
One of the strangest things that happened in one of my dreams was the dream went into freeze frame and started rolling credits.
True story.
I once dreamt that I continued to lie in bed while James Brown (yes, really) showed up and proceeded to have sex with two women who were in the bed with me.
Even if he were still alive, I wouldn’t have any desire to watch or listen to James Brown have sex with anybody.
I think I want to spend a night inside your head. Just one night.
I’ve done some really, really reprehensible things in my dreams. Usually sexual in nature, but not always. I mean, I can be as kinky as the next guy, but some of that stuff was just sick. And no, I’d never ever actually do any of it IRL, but in my dreams the most resistance I’ve ever put up is to acknowledge “wtf am I doing?”, but I didn’t actually stop whatever it was. I’m morbidly curious what a therapist would say about some of it.
I’m naked in the majority of my dreams; sometimes I’m the only one that knows even though I’m right out there in the open; other times everyone knows but I have a legitimate excuse for why I don’t have any clothes, so they just kind of chuckle and shrug it off. Although I’ve never been naked in public- at least, to the point that anyone has seen me- I don’t think I’d have a problem doing it.
I had something similar in one of my dreams too. I was flying off into the sunset (doing the breaststroke) and the “camera” pulls back and you just see a rear shot of me swim-flying into the distance and then, “The End”.
But this is something I certainly would do if I could. The thing I would not do happened earlier in the same dream. I was cooking something, and ran out of sugar, so I went next door to borrow some from the neighbors. I knock on the door, and they answer and invite me inside, and I comply. IRL though, no way. They looked like 20-foot versions of this and no one needs sugar that bad.
I’m pretty sure I’d never shag Mel Gibson on top of a moving school bus on the Golden Gate Bridge IRL, for several reasons.
Attempt to cheat on my wife.
Although I can’t recall a dream where I actually went through with it. Once, when it came time to do the deed, I found my would-be mistress dead in my shower.
I often dream about kissing or having sex with my best friend, which are things I would love to do in real life but don’t have the nerve to.
As far as thing I can’t do but would if I could, almost all of my dreams include me flying in some manner or another, though there are about a half-dozen different forms of flight I dream about, plus occasionally gravity control. And I often (maybe 10% of the time) have the ability in my dreams to “phase” through solid objects, with some effort. Teleportation is more tricky: I think I’ve only managed that once. I think my problem there is that when I try to teleport, I’m trying to move myself, when I should be leaving myself where I am and moving the rest of the world.
Oh, and sometimes I have detachable parts, too. Yes, including that, but also things like fingers, too.
Not only did that happen to me as a kid, but that meant the dream was over, and I’d wake up.
I had a dream like that - I was in the shower with a friend and it was like it was a totally normal thing. And in my mind I was like “Ummm what is going on, we’re in the shower.” But he didn’t think it was weird or anything.
I remembered another one. When I was 12 my mom took me shopping and the store clerk said “May all your dreams come true.” I looked her in the eye and informed her that the previous night I’d dreamed I was making out with Stalin.
I don’t remember what she said and I think my mother was in a hurry to get me out of the store after that. Luckily the dream has not come true.
This reminds me of one I’d forgotten. Well, I’ve likely forgotten 99.99 percent of them, but anyway…
Without getting into politics, let’s just say I hated Bush politics. Both of them. Just…hated them. And it just kinda transferred over to the people themselves, so I hated the Bushes. Not in any kind of dramatic way, just…seriously disliked them, based on nothing personal whatsoever.
So it was a bit disconcerting when I had a dream wherein George W. and I had been college sweethearts in the past. We’d gotten on like a house on fire, but just went our separate paths, way back then. (I always freak a little when I have a memorable past in my dreams. Truly screws with ‘hey, what’s reality anyway?’
Currently, in the dream, I was attending a White House function as some part of my job <no idea what job it was>, and when we met up he gave me a big hug and a kiss; I was happy he’d been successful and happy for his marriage and he seemed to be in a good spot and it was all very heartwarming.
I woke up going “WTF!!” in a big way.
'cause, see, this is how it is with me: what I feel in dreams gets carried over to real life, at least for a few hours. So after that dream, I couldn’t really hate him anymore, 'cause I still have this fake memory of having been cozy with him.
Truly fucking annoying. >.<
Thanks. I haven’t tried to try dreaming about that kind of thing again, but I suspect that I long ago realized I could do whatever I wanted. Just…haven’t had that kind of dream again to test it out! Looking forward to it though 
OK. Last night, I was helping a friend dispose of bodies. After the first one, I thought I was taking serious risks and really should stop doing so, but for some reason, I didn’t. I don’t know how many bodies were so hidden (in the dream it was happening/had happened over a long period, like maybe weeks).
The moral is safe, though, because we were caught and arrested toward the end of the dream. At which point I began to sorely regret what I had done (not out of remorse, but because of the consequences, especially the fact that I would probably lose my job :smack:). Only at this point it dawned on me that my friend could be a crazy serial killer and have murdered random people he didn’t like (previously, I had assumed he had some kind of bargain with the mafia to get rid of corpses, which for some reason didn’t bother me much).
I decided to deny everything. But the police (incidentally, for some reason, it was the American police, not the French one) had been pretty good, had gathered many evidences, and I was pretty much toast. I asked for a lawyer when a DNA sampling was requested. I woke up at this time.
Just so the OP would know, I’m not an hardened remorseless criminal IRL. And I don’t casually help friends hide bodies no question asked just to be helpful.
I once dreamed that I cut off my dog’s nose with a really big scissors. :eek:
That was pretty disturbing when I woke up. I had to check on her right away.