When I was about 6 1/2, I had an incredibly detailed flying dream, in which I took off from the backyard of my house, flew around the garage, over the alley, along the roofline of the neighbor’s house, then up at a 45 degree angle until I was about 150 feet up and directly over the roof of the elementary school that was a couple of blocks away. After I woke up, I told my sister about it and she made me write it down. It was scary how accurate the house descriptions around the school were.
To this day (I’m now 55), I can close my eyes and relive that dream.
Lessee, lessee…
In high school, I had a Dragon Lance dream (had characters/creatures from the novels).
I was walking through my school that was actually set up like the open-air markets you see in movies set in the 1600’s - something like this . There were regular student there, but they fit the setting; a petite male friend of mine became a kinder (small elfin creature), all were in period dress, and one guy became a horse .
I was on a hunt for a golden horn.
I came upon this tree that was actually hollowed out and had a door and someone lived there. I went up into the tree house with this person and Raistlin was coming after us. I climbed out a window, onto a tree branch. This was before Raistlin turned evil; we were just trying to avoid him for some reason.
So I climbed down the tree, met the high school marching band by the chain link fence and realized I was the only one who forgot to wear my blue shirt for the soccer game we were going to be playing in.
Then there was another dream I had that freaked me out for awhile.
The setting was post-WW3 and I was sitting on some stairs that were attached to just a ruined wall and had a group of children around me.
I was preparing to read them a story to keep their minds off the war and tragedy.
As we settled in around the stairs trying to keep hidden, I turned on the portable air conditioner. It was the size and shape of an external CD drive (before I even knew what the heck a cd was!) and the air came out in the form of a red laser beam. When the beam hit you, you got a cool blast of air.
Last night I dreamed that I was really getting better at telekinesis. I made a fork float very wobbly in front of me, then sent is swooshing back and forth. I was sooooo excited in my dream! Then I was going to use my powers of telekinesis to kick this bi-atch I know in the head. I think I was getting all ready to when the alarm clock went off and woke me up.
I’m going to start keeping a journal. Some of my wildest, I can’t remember how they go. Like I remember running down the street and grabbing a low hanging power line to swing myself onto the roof to avoid the other spy and so I’d have a clear shot at him, but I don’t remember why he was chasing me to begin with. It had something to do with me living at Brad Pitt’s house, but that’s where it gets fuzzy.
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Don’t worry about the grousers…I say post were youy want and let the Mods move it and earn that $4.95 we’ve paid! (but don’t tell them I said that! :eek: )
;)<----this lil guy means I’m joking, lovely, all-empowered, and benevolent Mods! Don’t kill me!
I dreamed I could open beer bottles with the crack of my ass. I walked into a room full of people and said, “Hey, check this out! I can open bottles with my ass!” and proceeded to take the tops off a few beers. Everyone started laughing and cheering, but then I asked if anyone wanted a beer, and no one would take one from me.
I was at work and I realized I was totally naked. I was going to go tell my Boss I wanted to go home to get dressed, but he had someone in his office. So I went to the coat closet and put on my coat (I was having this dream in a July hot spell, with temps in the 100’s).
As I was walking back to my desk, I noticed a poster with some writing on it. I thought “According to the Straight Dope Message Boards, you cannot read in a dream. If I cannot read this, I must be dreaming,” Apparently, being naked in my office was a big enough clue. So I read it–the lyrics to the Forbidden Broadway “Buenos Aires” parody.
The guy left my Boss’s office, and I went and told him I was going home. I went out, crossed the street, and then I woke up.
I also had a dream the morning of August 1997 that I was naked in New York City. I ran into a tunnel and a big black car came after me to run me down. I woke up, saw it was 6:55, and thought “I got to get up for the 7 o’clock news.” So I did, and heard about Princess Diana’s death. Freaked me out!
I just remembered another weird one, which happened on the night that George Bush senior was inaugerated in 1989. I was living in an apartment in a bad part of town then and worried about someone trying to break in while I slept. That night I had a nightmare that Tip O’Neil was looking through the window at me, so I got out of bed and stormed out of the room. I went down a hall and through a door to a room where I knew Ronald Reagan was. He was sitting on a chair with a couple secret service guys standing near him and I wanted to tell him to make Tip O’ Neil stop peeping at me. Just then I realized I had no clothes on and only had a flimsy sheet which barely covered me. I was so embarrassed that I just stammered “Gee, Mr. Reagan, you’re my favorite president! I agree with everthing you do!”*
Later I told my mother about the dream and she said that it really was one hell of a nightmare.
I have recurring dreams about roads and streets. They are all in places I am familiar with, but the roads themselves are new, and more are built all the time. Some are only a few hundred feet long, and some go for miles and miles. Whenever I drive on the roads, more appear around me. I take these new roads immediately, but I never get lost, and I am never afraid of getting lost. I always end up at my destination exactly when I plan to. Usually the destination is undefined, but once it was my uncle’s house.
I have always thought I have these dreams because I am a cartophile, and the area where I live (near Columbus, OH) is being developed fast, so news roads are popping up all the time.
I’m always having weird or funny dreams. By the way, in my dreams I’m usually telekinetic. That’s not necessarily what the dreams are about. I just happen to be telekinetic so if I am reaching for something it just jumps into my hand and it’s no big deal. Very cool.
The latest weird dream was a few nights ago. I was Superman! My sister was asking me to help gather people for something (a rally?) and I was refusing. Eventually I gave in. I got on a 10 speed bike and rode around playing bagpipes…dressed as Superman. What’s the point of dreaming you’re Superman if you don’t even get to fly? :mad:
The “funniest” dream was one I had about a young Jack Nicholson. He was being presented with an award and the ceremony was taking place on a pier next to a very large ship on live tv. He jumps up with that Jack Nicholson smile and quickly walks over to accept the award and shake the presenter’s hand but he trips and plummets off the side of the pier into the water. I was laughing so hard that I woke myself and my girlfriend up. I couldn’t even talk about it for a few minutes. In retrospect it was amusing but not that funny. I guess you had to be there.
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