The other night, I had a dream where somehow mysteriously, I had an ARROW stuck in me. The end of it (fletching and all) stuck out of my left shoulder, just below the collarbone. It hurt like all hell and I was trying to explain to my boss why I couldn’t go to work while I was crying because it hurt - had to wait to get it taken out, I don’t know why, it was going to be in there for a few days.
Last night, I had a dream about my old best friend’s house - every once in a while I have one of these. Most of the people I knew were there. The top floor is just spectacular (in the dream, not in real life) vaulted ceiling, lots of windows, different levels, perfect for an open concept bedroom/living area. I was absolutely convinced that I was going to be able to have this huge house dissembled and moved to the hilll behind our house - was picking out new colors to paint the outside and all. Then, for some reason, we were picking baby puppies out and - cutting them in half.* Or they were getting cut in half. The vet would sew the different halves back together and they would run around again. My wedding dress got bloody and I had to wash it in the tub on the 2nd floor. One of my friends found this super concentrated laundry liquid soap that was supposed to last for the next 2 years. Then we all had guns and were shooting at each other, and I don’t know why. Some sort of flash bomb dropped and blew half a dog’s nose off and he started chewing on it. Then I woke up.
I think I’m worried about my dog.
This is not nearly as weird as the dream I had a few days ago where I was tossing witch goddesses on the floor and stabbing them in the back until they were dead. It was an RPG-themed dream, only in living color if you know what I mean. No, I am not normally a person to go around stabbing people and cutting up doggies. I’m quite disturbed by these!
Also, I -can- read in my dreams, I thought that was supposed to be impossible!
Someone please tell me I am not the only one having these weird dreams.
A few nights ago, I had a dream that the meeting of two of my friends caused the anihilation of the universe.
See, I know these two guys, whose names are both Steve (well, maybe it’s something else, but I won’t say). One lives in Detriot, is a good friend, and we’d probably be a couple if we lived closer together. The other one I met about a month ago and just started “seeing” (I wouldn’t say we’re up to dating yet). Their physical appearances are quite different, but their personalities and interests are very similar (which would explain why I’m attracted to them both).
In my dream, I invited Detroit-Steve to visit, and wanted to introduce him to Minneapolis-Steve, because I figured they’d get along. For some reason, it was like matter meeting antimatter, except more powerful. Them being in the same place at the same time was too much, and the universe ended.
This dream tells me that I don’t like introducing my romantic interests to my friends (something I knew anyway), I’m slightly neurotic about relationships, and I’m a bit of a science geek.
Several years ago I had a weird dream I titled “Idiots Use This.”
I’m in an area in Torrance, CA, where the old Pacific Electric Red Car system had a depot. I keep coming up with snappy comebacks to a group of guys who try to make me laugh, hoping I’ll double up and back into a hot wall behind me. At one point I look at the undercarriage of a railroad locomotive, and when I stand straight up again my face is covered with soot! I also see some kind of road utility–overpass, ramp, whatever–with a sign “Idiots Use This.” After I woke up I had to wait until I stopped tittering long enough to compose myself and write it down!
Most recent doozy: a couple of months ago, I was exploring the new house I’d moved into, when the walls started shaking. We ran upstairs, and eventually figured out that the house was haunted by a ghost in the basement.
So back downstairs, where we met the ghost. She’d been a 14 year old girl when she’d died, but as long as she could remember, her stepfather had kept her chained in a pit in the basement. She sat waist-deep, naked, in her own shit, and only saw other human beings when the stepdad came down once a day to rape her. He’d give her milk to drink when he came down, or wine, so that she wouldn’t starve completely to death.
Eventually she became pregnant, and when her baby was born, she killed it and ate it. Then her mother and stepfather found out, and as a punishment they killed her and ate her.
She told us this story, showed us her bones and the baby’s bones in the basement, all neatly laid out on a blanket. I was furious, said I’d find the father and get him locked up for life – but as soon as I suggested this, her face grew wide with horror and she said, “He’s still alive? HE’S STILL ALIVE?!” and the house began to shake terribly and I woke up.
Yay Daniel’s unconscious. I think it hates me.
Daniel
A schoolmate of mine and his girlfriend were having big troubles. Thus sparked it this dream:
I was somehow her (we’ll call her Jill for convenience and to protect the innocent) neighbour, despite living nowhere near her. I decided to go to Jill’s house one day, just to talk. My mother held my shoulders and walked me halfway there, like a baby, but by the time I got to her house, I was in a twenty-foot tall robotic exoskeleton.
Jill was in her car, door open, so I bent my enormous contraption over and said ‘hi’. She then invited me into the house. I dumped my exoskeleton and entered. Her mother was cooking food - a LOT of food. Think Thanksgiving, but for the entire school. Yep. She offered me a piece of the bread she was baking, but I politely declined and sat in the livingroom and had a short conversation with Jill before I awoke.
I was running up a wooded hill along a path. As I ran, my legs got hairy like a wolf’s. I turned around and there was a residential area just on the other side of the trees. I could see into one of the houses’ second story window that was on the same level as me, because I was on the hill. I looked in and a man and a woman were getting ready to kill this middle-aged Japanese guy with a kitchen knife. I started running and jumped into the window. Just as I arrived the man stabbed him, looked at me and threw the knife down by the body. I picked up the knife and started chasing after them as they ran out. When I got outside they were gone and I could hear police sirens.
As I woke up, I realized the murder weapon had my fingerprints on it.
I take it to mean, “If you’re going out of town, don’t look back.”
I’ve got too many weird ones to list, but I might post a recent one.
Venoma, you can read in dreams. I’ve done it several times, from titles of movies on video store shelves to hardback books I bought at the convenience store (don’t ask) to messages scrawled on mirrors in lipstick.
I dreamt I was training with Arsenal, and everything suddenly went dark, and during the period of darkness, Robert Pires squeezed my arse.
I dreamt that the road I needsd to walk down was blocked, and there was a pedestrian diversion through a stately home and its gardens. I got lost in the house, and worried that I was straying into areas where I shouldn’t be. When I got set right, and left the grounds through a wooden door-within-a-gate, I went to my work, which was roofing. The first time I went through, I was happy up on the roof, scrambling about on the beams. The second time, I was afraid of heights.
Anyone ever have a dream where you realize you’re in a dream but don’t wake up? I had done it a few times when I was little, but not again until here recently when I had two in a row like that. It was so cool because I could make things change and I started floating like it was the most natural thing in the world. Oh, and I’ve been able to read things in my dream too, so whoever did the study on that needs to get their stuff straight.
I’ve realized I was in dreams before. When I was younger, I was fascinated by dream-interpretation stuff, and I read books on lucid dreaming, hoping it’d help me deal with nightmares.
So I clearly remember the nightmare I had where cannibals moved into the house next door. I realized it was a dream, and so when they showed up at my house to kill me and eat me, I turned them into marshmallows, per the lucid-dreaming-book’s instructions.
Here’s the nightmare part: they turned back into cannibals. My lucid dream was out of my control, and each time I turned them into marshmallows, they resumed their normal shape faster and faster, until my control over the dream was completely gone.
Sorry to disturb you, Mussburger! I won’t tell you about the Running Woman, whose footsteps on the beach are filled with her blood; or about the criminals who shot me and my friends and then raped me to make sure I was dead (I wasn’t, but I held very still); or about the time when I felt a bullet go through my head and kill me in a dream (I think I was eight years old at the time).
Last night! What a dilemma! I dreamt I was travelling illegally through Singapore (never been there, in my dream it looked like Juarez, Mexico), and I came across some terrifying spiders! Right before my eyes, the spiders gave birth to larger, more frightening, and more venemous spiders. Then they gave birth to even larger, even more frightening, even more venemous spiders… You can see where this is going: In a couple more generations there would be spiders that would threaten all other earthly creatures.
No problem, there are only a few mutant spiders and they aren’t that big. So all I have to do is stomp on them… Execpt… The most recent batch of new spiders look like miniature kittens! Picturre fuzzy, little, orange tabbies and calico kittens that when sitting are only two inches tall! They were really venemous spiders, but they looked like mini-kitties!
The dilemma!!! To save the world I must stomp on little kitties!!! Thankfully my trusty alarm clock woke me before I’d made my decision to stomp or not to stomp.
I had a dream the other night that was oddly disturbing–it entailed hiking up a very crowded mountain (lots of other hikers) with some people from work. For some reason, we knew this was something very dangerous that we had to do.
I made it up to the top and decided to go back down. Somehow, I got the feeling this was prohibited, like people there were trying to keep us from escaping–it definitely had a prison-like feel to it which I associated with concentration camps. I picked my way down the path leading down (not the same as the path I climbed initially) and kept having to duck and weave to keep from being seen. There were lots of old-fashioned, horse-drawn ambulances on the way down, and many sick, dying people lying scattered across the path.
When I got to the bottom, a group of us walked past a stream we could see into (the sides were plastic and we were below water level) and we could see all the stuff people had been carrying with them littering the stream. Finally, I met up with the original cast of kids from The Sound of Music who were somehow simultaneously my coworkers.
