I had a weird dream last night/morning…I was at this strange, dingy, cold indoor swimming pool at a run-down apartment complex. The attractive female office receptionist from my last apartment (not the one in the dream) was there, as well as some other people I didn’t know. I was swimming in the pool, and for reasons I cannot remember, I got into a verbal argument with a black teenager (I mention his race only because I remember this detail) who was also swimming in the pool, and I wound up punching him in the face. I woke up yelling “motherfucker!” and punching the wall (I sleep on the side of the bed against the wall.) I actually punched it so hard I cut up my knuckles!
It was fucking weird! I have never done that before. I’ve woken up from nightmares yelling, but never punching. I haven’t been in a fight since I was a freshman in high school…I’m really not the violent type, which makes it doubly weird.
A friend of mine has repeatedly tried to (sleep)throw his wife out the widow because he thought she was a bomb…thats why they have their bedroom on the groundfloor
Yes. Several years ago, I had a dream about a former friend from my childhood/teenage years. I got extremely angry with her in the dream and took a swing at her. I woke up when I punched my nightstand.
The funny thing is, we hadn’t had a major falling out. We just drifted apart when I went away to college.
Argent seems to have repressed feelings about his mother, represented by the attractive office receptionist.
The arguement with the black teenager represents his displeasure and anger with the performance of President Obama, who he sees as unqualified and immature.
The swimming pool represents his need to wake up from his dream and go pee.
When I was 18 I had an attack of Exploding Head Syndrome which I mistook for a nuclear war (this was during the cold war and sudden loud noises were often mistaken for bombs.) I got up and asked people about the explosion only to have them look at me like I’d just arrived from Mars.
A short time after the Exploding Head Syndrome I saw the Kangaroo of Death and responded by knocking my coffee cup off my nightstand.
When I was 11 I heard a buzzing noise while sleeping and interpreted it as a terrorist attack. I had nightmares all night long and still freak out if I hear a buzz as I drop off to sleep.
More recently I threw my bedspread across the room in an attempt to kill a space alien. And my sister once knocked down her alarm clock when dreaming she was punching Chrissy Hynde. (Who could blame her, I’d probably slap Hynde silly too.)
My husband jabbed me pretty well to the kidney one night in his sleep. Not like a rollover misplaced elbow.
I knew it was dream related, so wasn’t mad, but I was really disappointed that he didn’t remember anything about the dream when he woke up. I was so very curious because punching anyone or anything seemed so far removed from everything I knew about his character. There are plenty of guys I’ve known that I would not wonder at all at them punching in their subconscious, just not this guy.
Earlier this week I woke up from a kerAZY dream, and knew I’d want to tell a friend about it so I made a hasty note and went right back to sleep.
What I have, written in purple ink, in indescribably bad handwriting, on the unruled side of a blue index card is:
[ul]
[li][Name of female friend][/li][li][Name of my b-i-l][/li][li]Porch[/li][li]Hospital[/li][li]Homeless dudes[/li][li]Randy Banana[/li][li]Blue Blazer[/li][/ul]
Great! Except in the daylight all I remembered was that in the dream B-i-l and Friend were married, and had to take their baby to the ER. What in the Sam Hill does Randy Banana mean? It’s capitalized on my list, but so is Blue Blazer. Is Randy Banana someone’s name, or is it an adjective and a noun?
I think if we’re going to page Dr Freud, it should be for this post, not the OP (notice the typo).
Reminds me of a dream I had in college. I was playing soccer (I really don’t play sports, so I don’t think it had anything to do with anything). I had the ball and was heading towards the goal. The ball was going just a little bit faster then me and I knew that I was at the point where if I didn’t try and kick it into the goal it would be out of my reach, so, while still running, I brought my foot back and kicked the ball as hard as I could. As I brought my foot back something felt odd and then I realized it, I had actually swung my leg back and when I started to kick the ball, I knew I was about to kick my wall. Fuck. My dorms had concrete walls with a sort of stucco finished. I honestly thought I broke one or two of my toes, but after laying in bed for 20 minutes and letting the initial pain wear off all I had was a bloody sock.
I once had a dream that is so bizarre and revolting that my friends refer to it simply as “The Dream.” Very NSFW:
Shortly after reading The Time Traveller’s Wife, I had a dream in which there were two of me: one alive and one dead. The alive one was jerking off the dead one while also fingering its butthole.
Once when I was a kid I dreamed I had a big bag of candy and I was walking down the street clenching it in my fist. I woke up with my hand clenched and the dream felt so real I actually threw my covers back searching desperately for the bag of candy
Back when I was a uni student one of my friends claimed that he’d come into my dorm room in the middle of the night and that I’d gotten out of bed, picked him up and slammed him against the wall, and told him to GTFO.
I had/have no memory whatsoever of that happening, but the guy was so insistent that it had happened that I’m pretty sure he was telling the truth.
It’s kind of scary to think that I got so violent in my sleep.
