Memories from dreams persisting through the day

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So, last night I had an odd, meaningless dream (which is pretty much par for the course, I imagine):

I was taking a bus somewhere, I don’t recall my destination, but I accidentally boarded the wrong bus. I thought nothing of it but immediately hit the little stop button so I could get off at the next stop and just walk back to the terminal to get the right bus. The bus driver seemed to ignore the stop and went on for three stops before finally letting me off. Annoying, but still not too far of a walk. When it came time to pay my fare, I opened my wallet and found that I had no bus card and almost no cash, save for a a few hundred yen and, for some reason, a few rogue US pennies. I fumbled for what seemed like forever for the exact change (I think this part is related to the fact that I hate paying for bus fare with cash) and finally got off, resolving to stop at an ATM before getting on the next bus so I could make fare for the next trip. The rest of the dream mostly involved a long walk to the bus terminal without any real conclusion.

The weird thing was, when I walked to the store to get some things for lunch, I suddenly remembered that I never made it to an ATM and worried how I was going to pay for the groceries. I pulled out my wallet and looked, fully expecting to see only a few hundred yen (and those pennies), instead I had a wallet full of cash (14000 yen and change, no pennies, not even any 1 yen coins) and the bus card that I had put in there the other day. I was dumbfounded until it finally clicked that I had only dreamt I was short on cash and bus fare.

This isn’t the first time my brain has done this to me, but it is the most recent.

Anybody else have these experiences?

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Oh man, this happens to me a lot. Probably says something about me; I don’t want to know. I can think of at least a half dozen times this has happened to me. The worst one is below. The best advice I can give is to try to fill your head with other things, even trivia, until it’s not so vivid.

This post is rated R for disturbing images… please don’t read if you are troubled by the thought of cannibalism, or armflesh sandwiches.

One of my dream segments involved a serial killer on a college campus. There had been several brutal slayings in two different dormitories, and the police thought they had captured the guy who did it, but they were keeping the dorms closed as a precaution. The guy in my dream (let’s call him John) wanted to get back into his dorm despite the warnings of everyone. “There’s blood everywhere, it really isn’t a good idea for you to go in,” etc… it sounds almost like a stupid crime drama on TV. John goes into his dorm and starts grabbing his stuff, then realizes there was someone behind the door. It’s his dad - but also not his dad. The recognition stops him from running immediately, and then the man slowly closes and locks the door behind them, then draws a screwdriver (not phillips head) from his vest pocket.

“I’m going to strip the flesh from your body very slowly,” drawls the man. There’s not much other dialogue - it’s as if the characters are philotically twined. The man digs the screwdriver from John’s shoulder down to his wrist, then gently coaxes the flesh away from muscle and bone, then sets it aside as he moves on to John’s legs. He instructs John to put the separated arm flesh onto the pieces of bread he has laid out, spread mayonnaise and mustard on it, and makes John eat the sandwich while he continues to pull long strips of flesh off his legs. The last thing I remember is the man saying, “You are the only person who has ever been gifted with the taste of his own gourmet flesh while still alive.”

Meanwhile, in the dream I am sitting at a restaurant being horrified by these thoughts. Something happens with my meal (perhaps I am just sick because of my awareness of the other part of my dream) and I consider leaving the restaurant without paying the bill.

Then I’m home, and the lady who lives nearby offers me her two Chihuahuas. She’s moving out because she’s disgusted by the killer on the loose. Her Chihuahuas are named “Jermaine” and “Jaundice”. I consider taking the dogs, despite living in an apartment with 2 cats already and an Italian Greyhound.

That armflesh sandwich is still freaking me out, and I can almost imagine the taste of it in my mouth.

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I dreamed something as a child and it still is with me and I’m 45.

In the dream I’m going downstairs into a basement, not like a home, unfinished basement which is really the only type I had seen as a child, it was well lit and finished. There were nuns involved. That’s all the details I remember but the feeling I’ll never forget because as I walk down the stairs I know I’m walking to my death.

Often even now I will walk down into certain basements and get the feeling I got from that dream. There is a gift shop in Frankenmuth MI that brings the dream back and a few other public places. I’ve never gotten the feeling from a private home.

On a less creepy note I have often dreamed of things I know are going to happen, like a package I’m expecting to arrive arrives, and then when it really happens I think it really already happened not in a dream.