Okay, that was a weird dream

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I don’t often remember my dreams. Now I know why: they’re batshit crazy.

Tuesday morning as I woke up I remember some snippets of a dream. For some reason, in the dream I was a woman, except I seemed to know that it wasn’t true — as if I were wearing some kind of costume — so I kept trying to hide my body from people so they wouldn’t notice, standing behind whatever was handy to keep them from noticing how I was shaped.

We (me and some guy I can remember nothing about) were outside somewhere on an island-like hummock in what looked like a hilly forest that was nevertheless knee-deep in almost cartoonishly clear blue water. I had wanted to go swimming (and for some reason that made sense at the time) my swimming attire was a neck-to-ankle clingy navy blue nightdress of some artificial fabric.

The guy (whoever he was) said that I was in danger and I shouldn’t be going swimming now. The danger I understood to be some immiment attack or assassination by some people coming to get me, and that I would be safer indoors.

There wasn’t a house around before, but I went inside it anyway. It appeared to be brand new — that is, vacuumed and lit, but unfurnished. I became aware that there was a child in the house and I was the child’s mother, and that I’d better go find (him? her?) and act mothery and protective because not doing so would be out of character and everybody would know about my woman disguise.

Yes, in real life I’m a man. What a weird dream. It feels as if that’s when the alarm woke me up, but it’s hard to tell.

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Dreams are very personal, so what the contents seem to suggest to me may be 180 degrees off. Nonetheless, here are some things to think about:

Secret identity: In some part of your life are you attempting to be (or become) something you’re not? Or do you feel as if something about the way you are perceived by others is something to be hidden?

Island: Isolation? Do you feel cut off from someone or something?

The water: Do you think that there are attempts to hide something which is nonetheless crystal clear (to you, anyway)?

The mother and child: Still related to the “secret identity” part. In the dream were you really the child’s mother? Or did you just have to pretend to be? It sounds as if you didn’t actually feel maternal instinct toward the child but that you felt obliged to pretend you did in order to keep up appearances. Is there someone (or something) IRL that you feel you should be saving or protecting but that you really don’t care that much about?

Swimming is sometimes alleged to be related to sex (but then, isn’t everything?). You wished to swim, were clothed in a manner not usual for that activity.

Someone was being protective of you, concerned for your safety. That unidentified other may also represent yourself. Are you thinking or planning to do something that may be risky or out of character? In the dream, how did you feel about not going swimming as you wished to? How did you feel about entering the (supposedly safer) house?

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I tend to have quite vivid dreams. There is usually a theme that runs through the night. (The other night silver dollars seemed to play a part in each of my dreams through out the night) There are often subplots. (The other night there was a Columbo-type detective at my great aunts house. He was trying to discover a motive. The serving woman said that Great Aunt had over a quarter of a million dollar in stock, but she understood that you should never sell that. I thought this was so funny that I went outside to share it with my brother, but we stopped in Great Aunt’s garden to watch two toads fight with a lizard. Weird sub plot. Actually, since I don’t have a great aunt, weird dream) One night I was playing texas hold-em and each time a won a ferret was set free. Huh? I don’t play poker and I don’t have any interest in ferrets. This idea of dreams facinates me. Where the heck do they come from? Why do we have them?

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Man! No more midnight runs to Taco Bell for you young man!

Oh, and how does that make you feel?

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Ah, this is the classic “coming out of the closet to myself” dream. Tell me, were there any ferrets in your dream? Are you sure that the other guy wasn’t Abe Vigoda?
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:smiley: …I’m no dreamologist, so you can relax.

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I wasn’t really looking for an interpretation, but here is my own:

Secret identity: I just started rehearsals for a new show in which I play a character from New York who is older than I, and quite a bit different. Colin is extroverted, arrogant and selfish and I am not extroverted. :smiley: I’m in no way nervous about my ability to play the part — in fact I’m looking forward to the challenge. It’s a bigger acting role than I’ve taken on recently. Rehearsal on Monday night was an exhausting and emotionally draining argument/love reconciliation bordering on tears, which I think carried off well.

Water: I had to go the bathroom when I woke up. But I usually do.

A few elements of the dream had a video-gamey look (the water was too blue, and between the island and the house there was a short square bridge over a very square canal of bubbling green water. I had just got done playing some Halo before bed.

I think there are some very prosaic explanations for it all, but… man, it still feels weird to dream that you’re not you.

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Last night I had the following dream. I was part of a group of raider/looters in a zombie infested city (ala Romero) led by our training coordinator at work (a women in her 50s). In one building a stumbled across a robotic Roseanne (the charactor) in a storage room. After that I turned into a passive observer (like watching a TV show). The whole Connor family (as robots) appeared and Dan said something like “good thing the network spent millions on robots from a failed movie”. Then suddenly they became Sophia, Rose, Dorothy, and Blanche from the Golden Girls. They started arguing over what they’re going to do (surrounded by zombies?). Then a zombie bursts in but ignores them (because they’re robots?). They leave and are walking through the burned out streets and pass my coworker (now a zombie). I like zombie films and the Golden Girls but haven’t seen either for a while. Pretty weird, eh?

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I tend to kill lots of stuff (people, monsters, people who are monsters) in my dreams. I never use a gun in these dreams. I usually somehow get a sword and duel it out. (Which is wierd; my effective swordsmanship level is somewhere around zilch, but I am a pretty good shot.) Generally, if I’m not killing things, I am exploring, which , of course, sometimes leads to killing something I just discovered.

Ok - what’s that all mean?

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All these dreams mean that you are gay and hate your mothers because they didn’t love you enough.
That will be $125.00 please.

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Since that was a virtual dream analysis, i will happily sent you a virtual $125.

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Don’t spend it all in one place! :smiley:

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Oddly, I often find that I am unable to commit violence in my dreams. If I try to throw a punch, it has no force behind it, for instance. Another thing that is quite common is the ability to float. I can’t fly, but I can often float, especially down stairs - taking entire stair cases one step at a time, gently gliding down the stairs.

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I, too, had a freaking weird dream last night. I dreamed that I was walking around a slightly populated area with a friend (not one I know in real life). Near the bottom of a hill, I saw a woman starting to set fire to her house; she was going to walk into the burning house and kill herself. I ran up to her and told her to stop, don’t do it, etc. I hugged her and started crying a little, and then she started crying. We cried for a little bit and I stopped hugging her. Then she shrank until she was a midget (I know the correct term is “little person,” but the word midget kept running through my dream). I was minorly confused, but my friend caught up with us and wanted the woman to star in a sit-com. This cheered the woman up immensely, everybody was happy. Then another group of three people showed up, similar to ours, except that the midget was a man. He was starring in their sit-com! I was rather befuddled by the sudden popularity of sit-coms starring midgets, and then I woke up.

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Truely, my dear, if never before, than certainly today, you have earned your user name! :wink:
bearing in mind, of course, that this comes from a guy who dreams about stabbing people.

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i don’t dream a lot, but i usually get some weird-ass ones. i try my damnedest to remember them, but very frequently fail.

my weirdest one ever…was a quarter oc a cheese wheel. and it had legs. it was running.

it was running because it was being chased by a rabbit.
that’s it.

then a giant foot came down and squished them both and that’s right when i woke up. i remember staring at the ceiling for a couple minutes trying to figure out what in the fuck it was…and if i wanted to risk trying to fall back asleep to see if i could continue it/get the sequel.
so, amateur dreamologists…do something with THAT dream!

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Last night’s batshit crazy dream:

In my dream, I woke up in my bed. This wouldn’t be strange, except for the fact that my bed was by the side of the road and people were walking by with an expression on their faces that said “Haha, your bed is by the side of the road.” I decided I’d been humiliated enough for the morning, and started to walk towards my house. It was then that I noticed a cute if not slightly insane looking cocker spaniel running towards me from down the road. For some reason, this disturbed me quite a bit, and I quickly ran into my house and slammed the door.

Glad to be rid of the Cocker Spaniel of Doom, I walked into the dining room and started talking to my mom. Then I noticed the dog was in my yard, and running towards the window, which for some unknown reason had a hole broken into it. The Cocker Spaniel ran towards the window, and jumped into the hole in the glass, breaking through. Then it ran towards me. I jumped out of the way. I told my mom to call the pound, because this little dog was clearly crazy as hell and very likely rabid. She just stood there like nothing was going on as the dog charged at me.

I grabbed the broom, and tried to shoo the CSoD away, but with no luck. I started pushing it away with the broom, but it kept walking back towards me like nothing had happened. Freaked out, I began hitting it with the broom. No luck. The broom broke, but the CSoD was unscathed. I was left with a short piece of the handle to try to fend it off, when it lunged at me and chomped down into my finger, which bled. A lot. Standing there with black blood flowing from a finger with a cocker spaniel firmly attached to it, I once again asked my mom to call the pound, and get the thing the hell off of me. She slowly picked up the phone, and, getting annoyed, I told her to get the knife off of the counter and stab the crazy bastard of a dog. She did, and it finally let go. I woke up with my finger throbbing.

After going over the dream a few times, I started to feel guilty. I mean, I hit a doggie with a broom! I got my mom to stab it! Now I’m kind of annoyed that I actually feel guilty about that dream. I mean, the little bastard attacked me first! But yeah. Aw, poor puppy.
Er. Interpretations, anyone?

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Well, I don’t know about the interpretation, but I have had that phenominon happen to me: i.e. being injured in a dream and waking up to find that part of my body hurting.
(We need to get someone to start the “ask the dreamologist thread.”)

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That’s not weird Fish.

Last night, I dreamed the following-

(disembodied observer) We’re in a warehouse/strange apartment. A girl we’ve all come to know and trust (I can’t remember her name) is having a chat with her pal Buffy (yes, The Vampire Slayer). She suddenly grabs Buffy an bites her neck. These aren’t vampire fangs. They are more like the teeth of a piranha. Strings of strange light pass from Buffy to her attacker. The girl reveals that gaining Buffy’s trust was a necessary part of the ritual. She tears of her skin and is revealed as furry bug-eyed monster. She looks at the sunlight coming through a hole in the wall and begins a chant. She becomes more monstrous, then less. Then, she and the monster are two seperate people. Then, the monster is a dummy and the girl is restored to her former self. The ritual is over, Buffy is dead, and the girl has gained great supernatural power and will rule the world.

Then I wake up in the dream. (First person) After having a dream which shows the horrible plot of the girl, I rush off to warn Buffy and the other Scoobies. The dream shifts between first person, and being myself while simultaneously watching myself as if on television. At one point, we switch from live action to a web comic.

Then, we’re back in the warehouse. The ritual has been completed and the warehouse is burning. The sacrifice of the items in the warehouse (horror movie memorobilia) is a necessary part of the ritual. I am suddenly one of the toys being burned and attempt to run from the fire.

Then (disembodied observer) we are watching a strange gang walk past the police surrounding the site of the suspicious fire. They seem to have some kind of prior arrangement with the police in the area. They greet the ranking detective. One of the gang is a member of some tribe that the detective also belongs to. The detective leads the gang around, trying to explain things. The gang already understands. The ritual was designed to open a gate to hell. It succeeded. The gang points out that the warehouse is now part of an endless urban labyrinth in hell.

Suddenly, everybody changes. Everybody is now some kind of mutant/alien. The detective is now a member of another gang. He is also some kind of lizard creature who wears a waterfilled helmet in order to breathe. The gang tells him to run. He thinks that they are joking. One of the gang pulls out a squirt gun. He sprays a jet of acid on the lizard’s helmet and dissolves it. The lizard runs. The chase is sometimes a movie, sometimes a comic book.They find and kill their prey.

We continue through the urban labyrinth to a group of cenobites. The dream switches back to first person as one of the cenobites turns out to be me. I’m new, yet trusted. One of the high ranking seniors is training me as an apprentice. Every now and then, I pause the dream to draw maps and take notes on a yellow legal pad. Sometimes, the dream does not pause properly and I worry about other cenobites seeing my notes. I also have trouble with one of the pens.

The training session ends and I find myself back in my assigned space. It’s an odd, dimly lit, cyberpunk kind of room. Large tubes, metal and circuitry and blinking lights lead up and down. They open at floor level. One of the humans who has solved a puzzle and is trying to escape hell is standing among the elevators. I give him a chrome egg, also a puzzle. I explain that he must take the egg and enter an elevator. Solving the egg and choosing the right elevator will lead him home. Choosing the wrong elevator or not solving the egg will lead to him ending up in a place of eternal torture, or becoming a cenobite himself. At first, I am secretly trying to lead him to safety. Then, I don’t care what happens to him. Then, I am planning his torture.

In the end, a pile of garbage I keep in a corner is mistaken for the results of a failed experiment. My seniors decide that if I can perform that kind of experiment on humans, I can be trusted. I am led up in another, conventional elevator. A pink mist sprays from the walls. It is the equivalent of a medal or official commendation.