On dreams.

Do your dreams have a theme that permeates all of them? For me, in all of my dreams, I am always trying to figure something out, or I am looking for something and there are always obstacles in my way.
I am just wondering if this is something other people have experienced, or if I am a nut job.

I’m always moving or running from something; averting danger.
A lot of times it would be within buildings, mostly schools with bad maze-like layouts.

I usually dream that I’m late for something really important, or that I’ve missed a very important deadline (like an exam or project).

A few days ago I had about 6 dreams in a row where I was waking up late for work or class.

Most of the rest of my dreams are similar to what Rooves describes.

Hoo boy.

Meh. Let’s try that again.

Hoo boy. :wink:

Not all my dreams – many, but not all – take place in a city I’ve only ever seen inside my own head. In and around it. There’s definite landmarks, and I could just about map the place out if you asked me to.

Downtown is always nighttime. The buildings are tall and somewhat gothicky. There’s a huge old Catholic church/school down there with the best roof EVER for running across – cornices to hide behind, chimneys, gargoyles. The sort of place you can stand around looking dramatic in a trench coat.

Somewhere downtown there is a bathhouse decorated in blue and green with golden fixtures. There is also a very old theater with secret passageways and staircases. Somewhere in here there is a staircase that leads to a hall that leads to a vault door, behind which is some sort of incredible treasure. Ark of the Covenant or somesuch.

There’s a suburban area in the northwestish corner of this place. One street in particular has my grandmother’s house. This place is nearly always daytime. The houses are mostly shining white with lovely green lawns. It is usually late spring here, around Easter. Once, I had Nazis and FBI agents chasing me through here, which was rather unnerving.

Beyond the suburban area, bounding the entire city, is a thick and trackless forest. My parents’ house – based on the place we lived in in Mississippi, only with another 5k square feet or so tacked on and much more elegant – is at the edge of this, on the land our house was on in Texas. (Got that?) Beyond this land is the beginning of the forest, and there are a few houses tucked away in here, as well as a tower. If you walk through the tower’s front door, it depends on where the owner wants you – if he wants you to get lost, you can go up the stairs and explore the tower. If he wants to see you, you can go down the stairs into a rather messy place that looks like a thrift shop’s bargain basement. Decorated in a 70s motif.

I cannot begin to explain why I have my dreams here.

I sometimes have a frustrated dream. Usually I need to go someplace and it should be really easy to get there but various people and things delay me till I wake up almost screaming.

Not all my dreams have this theme.

LPN
Did you ever get the feeling that your city is real and this is the dream?

Sometimes.

Or perhaps they’re both real, and I’m just in the one when I’m “sleeping”, so to speak.

Not like I spend much time in the “real world” while awake anyway. :smiley:

My recurrent themes in dreams is either finding some unknown treasure in a familiar place, or trying to do things and not being able to do them. The first is cool; the second is very frustrating and almost nightmarish.

As an aside, I learned a couple of years ago that people smell and taste things in dreams - I have never been able to taste things in dreams. I dream in colour, and am quite a lucid dreamer, but for some reason, taste just doesn’t come through for me.

My (very rare) dreams usually have a large “complex” environment. Nothing happens outside of the complex and most often I am a stranger in the area trying to achieve some goal (like trying to find some info or trying to find someone).

I usually have one or two other people around as “allies” and there’s usually tension because there’s someone or something else out there trying to stop us.

Houses are a big part of my dreams… houses with hidden rooms, areas that change, rooms upon rooms upon rooms! Lots of stairways and doors and did I mention rooms? Lots of rooms should the need to hide arise. I know what houses symbolize and I know the issues I have. But sometimes these houses are just so damn COOL! Something to think about when I become disgustingly wealthy… hint

Not all my dreams, but enough times to be noticeable. One theme is that I’m trying to get somewhere and either I get delayed by people talking to me or I just lose track of where I was headed.

Another theme is that I’m inexplicably topless and trying to get back to where my shirt is, and I’m covering up by crossing my arms over my chest. The people I talk to or run into aren’t weirded out by my half-nudity but I start to get frustrated that they’re keeping me from getting to where I need to go.

I’d always wondered about what that second theme meant, b/c the obvious answer always seemed to be “feeling exposed” but I never felt that way. Then with the help of a friend I was able to ascribe it to how I am open with people I meet and befriend (shirt off) but hide the really good/deep stuff (boobs, lol) until I know they’re really trustworthy.

My dreams are always extremely vivid. Stupid imagination. Anyway, there are two major themes, sometimes they overlap, sometimes they don’t.

  1. I’m returning to Utah and this time it’s real. This time I really got our house back, and I really met my friends, and I’m really in Park City really eating at the Red Banjo Pizza and of course it’s not another dream because this time it’s real.

  2. The Nazis/Monsters/Ghosts are trying to kill me and my entire family. I have to figure out a way to get us out…nobody else will do it. I’m almost always on the ranch i grew up. I usually escape by taking our old Jeep Cherokee (apparently it’s bullet proof) and just breaking through the barriers or floating down the river (I guess Nazis don’t lie to patrol rivres).
    Oddly enough when I was younger, I always failed and one or all of us died. But onw I usually succeed in escaping and getting somebody out with me.

My recurring dream (that I don’t like): I lose something like my wallet or keys, and everyone seems so aloof about it.

My dreams seem to effect my mood though. If I have a nice dream about friends I haven’t seen in years, I tend to be happy that day. If I have a dream about something unpleasant, I tend to be in a bad mood that day.

I’m trying to get out of a huge school building. Trying and trying and trying. Every door I go out of leads to another hall. And it’s final exam day, and there is one class that I have forgotten to go to since the first day, but I have to take this exam! And I can’t find the room either. And that door must lead to the right hall, but no, it’s another stair, and I go up it, and there is a door at the end, but the numbers aren’t right, and I’ve forgotten to wear my pants! So I’ve got to get home and get them on, thank God no one seems to notice, but I can’t find the door to the outside, maybe this door, but it’s just another hall…

I have the maze-like building too with people chasing me trying to do me in.

Another one I have is to suddenly find myself onstage holding a guitar (I play in real life) and an audience and the band are staring at me, waiting for me to start playing. But the guitar is terribly out of tune and no matter how much I twist the tuning keys it won’t tune up.

Not always, but often- my dreams feature places that I know very well: the town I grew up in, the school I attended for 11 years etc, correct in every minute detail, and often featuring people that I know in real life, but then all of a sudden new and unfamiliar (i.e, completely invented by my imagination) bits start to be added- but are just as real as the other bits. For some reason I can’t understand, these dreams always creep me out a bit

i can have the occassional very vivid dream too. I had one where a certain minor celebritiy that i had a big crush on and i were getting a little…er,… jiggy, and I could actually feel his facial hair against my face and his lips agaisnt mine- a snesation that lingered long after I had woken up.

I also specialise in the terrifying nightmare, that sounds incredibly lame when recounting it to another person (usually my b.f, when I wake him up in the middle of the night)
“Well, er, there were these vampires, and er… we were all on this big space ship… and I tripped over the airpipe into my spacsuit…ummm…oh, nevermind”

What fascinating things dreams are.

Not always, but often- my dreams feature places that I know very well: the town I grew up in, the school I attended for 11 years etc, correct in every minute detail, and often featuring people that I know in real life, but then all of a sudden new and unfamiliar (i.e, completely invented by my imagination) bits start to be added- but are just as real as the other bits. For some reason I can’t understand, these dreams always creep me out a bit

I can have the occassional very vivid dream too. I had one where a certain minor celebritiy that I had a big crush on and i were getting a little…er,… jiggy, and I could actually feel his facial hair against my face and his lips agaisnt mine- a sensation that lingered long after I had woken up. :smiley:

I also specialise in the terrifying nightmare, that sounds incredibly lame when recounting it to another person (usually my b.f, when I wake him up in the middle of the night)
“Well, er, there were these vampires, and er… we were all on this big space ship… and I tripped over the airpipe into my spacsuit…ummm…oh, nevermind”

What fascinating things dreams are.

Sorry for double post- my first so far, which ain’t bad goin’

OH MY GOD!
Youre in my dreams with me!
All my life I’d had the" I need to get out of this building "dream.
Used to alwasy be a school, but I graduated long ago, ita lts alwaysa building and I can never find my way out.
ONCE in 1983 I found my way out.
It was great.

Which doesn’t explain my dream this morn whereupon Vince Neil had sex with me.
(No,thats not something I’ve ever wanted to happen)