I wish I could have weird dreams. Mostly I just dream about what kind of towels I want to buy or something like that. :rolleyes:
I had a pretty odd one last night.
I was on a field trip or tour, I’m not sure which. There were about 100 of us, of ages from the mid-20s up. We were either in ancient Rome or somewhere that looked a lot like it, because there were lots of columns and stairs and the people wore togas, although the stone was beige instead of white marble.
At the end of the trip, our guide told us that since we had finished our tour we would have to pay them. I thought this was odd, but was ready to shell out a few dollars.
The guide said that our payment was “five men.” I asked people near me what the local currency was, since I didn’t have any men on me. Then he explained that the five men were to stay in Rome and participate in a ritual while everybody else could go home.
All the males from the group sat in rows of four in a small water filled channel that went down the center of a large room. Even sitting, the water only reached up to my knees. I was in one of the first few rows, so I couldn’t see how many of us were there. Five young women entered the room.
Somehow I knew how this was going to work: the women would each have to choose one of us. If we were tapped on the shoulder, we had to stand up and let them look us over. If we were tapped on the head, we had to go line up on the side - we were chosen. The people who had brought us here - the instructor or tour leader (whoever it was, the person from “our world,” not Rome) was allowed to suggest five men to the ladies; these men had lit candles on their heads to signify this. Of course, the men being “suggested” were the least liked out of the bunch, so nobody really minded. After the selection, the rest of the group would leave and the five chosen men would have to stay in Rome. The ritual would consist of the five men and women going into the temple. The women would have sex with the man they had chosen, then we would all be killed, our bodies prepared, and fed to the rest of the people in the temple as a cycle of death and renewal.
I was sitting on the left-hand side of my row. The man on my right had a candle on his head. We weren’t allowed to look backwards at the women, but I snuck a peek anyway - there were many men, so I thought my chances of surviving were good. Every time a man was picked, a cheer went up from the native Romans and a sigh of relief washed through the remaining men in the channel.
The second woman touched my shoulder, but pushed me back down again. The fourth touched everyone in my row, and I hunched my shoulders, tucked my knees together, and stuck out my gut to make myself less attractive, but she picked me anyway.
The ten of us were sent to a small complex of rooms - one central area and a number of smaller rooms around it - to wait for the ritual. It would be a few hours, because the leaders hadn’t shown up yet and they wanted to get the tour group out. While we were leaving, a slot-machine display came down on one wall and the dials started spinning. A game-show announcer’s voice said: “This year’s ritual is dedicated to…” and the wheels stopped. The voice yelled out a name, but I couldn’t hear it because the people were cheering, though I knew that the symbols were for the goddess of leaves and berries.
Once in the complex, it was explained that we were allowed to move around as we wanted to, but we couldn’t leave. There was food and drink, and we were encouraged to get to know each other before the ceremony. Guards were stationed at the main doors and in the commons area. I wanted to find the fourth woman and ask why she had picked me. I didn’t know what she looked like, but I knew she had shoulder-length wavy brown hair. Nobody knew where she was, so I went down the halls shouting.
I eventually went back to the commons area, where the main guard was lounging on a sofa. Two of the other men were sitting with the women who had selected them. I asked the guard where my selector was, and he said he didn’t know. I then asked if I could keep my class ring on (and I was suddenly wearing it) and that when my body was processed, the person who found it had to eat it. The guard agreed, and sent a messenger outside to tell the cooks about it. One of the men shouted “Naked Gun!” as I left the room. I wanted to find something rough to sharpen the corners on my ring.
I once dreamed that I had drunken from a wine glass, only to discover the liquid it contained was actually poison. I then desperately tried to make myself vomit in order to rid my body of the poison, to no avail. I was dying when I woke up.
Then there was the dream where I was breast-feeding a baby. That’s the whole dream. Me breast-feeding. I don’t even have a baby. I’ve never been pregnant. It was rather peaceful.
Oh yeah, and once I dreamt I was Hannibal, riding my elephant over the Alps to fight Scipio Africanus, but when I got there all the Romans were ants. Hmm.
When I read Inferno in college, I dreamt that I went on a tour of hell. Hell turned out to be Las Vegas, and it was full of demon dancing girls and the like. I wasn’t scared by it, until I was in line with my guide, waiting to get out (?), and I noticed an ugly little periwinkle blue stucco building with a neon sign that said “Hotel Atheistica.”
As a child, I once dreamed that a park down the street from my home had been leveled by construction machinery.
As I walked across the bare earth, I saw that 5 huge holes, like missile siloes, but glowing hot pink with a strange energy were in the ground. Some strange force tried to drag me into the nearest pit, but I hugged the ground, clawed the earth, & tried to resist. Then, I woke up.
Oddly, I don’t recall being afraid.
I had a dream the other night where I was lying in bed and my neck kind of clicked, and after that I realised I was completely paralised. I thought it was real because I had been awake just before I had this dream and was lying in the same position wearing the same clothes and everything.
A couple you’ve all reminded me of…
I often dream that I must get somewhere (not somone chasing me) But my body is so light that I’m barely touching the ground. I try to move but my feet just slip over the ground and I get nowhere.
I also sometimes dream that I’m so light that I start to float and to fly. (Those are pretty cool!)
I also have a recurring dream where I see coins at the bottom of a sidewalk grate or sewer drain. I can’t reach them. And they’re not just coins, they’re like silver dimes and quarters, wheat pennies, gold coins, etc. Really valuable coins. But I never can get them.
[scary]I also have a recurring nightmare where I get back together with my ex, and we get married again (even after 18 freakin’ years!) [/scary]
Don’t know what y’all will make of this one, but every now and then I have a dream about Susie my cat clawing at my balls, and I feel real pain when I have that dream! She’s de-clawed in front , BTW!
I also have the recurring dream of finding money at the side of the road. These will be coins, sticking out of the dirt, and the more I dig and the farther down the road I go, the more coins I find. It’s never paper money, only coins. I need to add that within this dream I sometimes realize I’m dreaming, but convince myself I’m not: “Ah, hell. It’s that money dream again!” “Not this time - feel those coins. Feel how cold they are. Does that feel like a dream?” “Hey! You’re right! This quarter has substance, and I can feel all the coins in my pockets! They’re really getting heavy!” Yeah, right! 
Then my absolute favorite recurring dream is me flying. I have posted about this dream here before, but the way it starts is with me walking down a long flight of stairs then suddenly I just angle my shoes to where they slide down the steps and when I get to the bottom, I launch myself into an air current and pretty soon I’m flying! When I find myself beginning to sink, I kinda flap my arms until I hit another current and continue on. Sometimes I’m almost on the ground when the wind suddenly finds me again.
The strange thing about the dream is that the people who see my flying aren’t the least bit surprised, and it always pisses me off that they aren’t!
Those three dreams keep cropping up every now and then, which is why I remember them so vividly, I guess.
Quasi
I got a numer of lucid dreams too, and even a lucid dream within a lucid dream…
Here’s one. I woke up somehow to find two strangely familiar person with me, but I have no idea who they are. It seems that we have lost our family fortune (don’t ask) and we have to walk our way to Thailand (!!) without a passport. All right, fine, so we began walking, but I was damn unwilling to smuggle into Thailand, with no money and with no passport. Eventually I realise that the situation is asburd. It couldn’t be happening. I begin to thrash about (in the dream) and POOF! I woke.
Another time, I woke up from a dream. Someone was banging on the door to be let in. Opening the door, I saw it is the new attatchment student at work. I let him in while he told me about this new emergency about the project which he was working on. “Wait a moment” I mused. He couldn’t be here. He don’t know my address! But I am not sure if I am dreaming or not, so I bite into my hand and found it to be as soft as marshmallow. Then I really woke up.
Once I dreamt that I travel back in time, by changing the time and date on an alarm clock and going back to sleep. The dream was so distrubing real that when I woke up, after many days, I wondered if I had actually traveled back in time. (That was when I was about 13 or 14 years old).
There’s also what I termed the ‘soap opera dreams’, or the ‘sequel dreams’. Sometime my dreams will be a continuning espiode of a previous dream which I have (don’t ask me how - I just know). Sequel dreams are when I got the same dream again and I was aware of it and at times I was looking at it from a different preceptive from last time, as if I am watching someone’s else dream.
Now I learn that if somehow I found myself in an unfavourable position, or an absurd position, it might be a dream and I begin to shake, scream, punch, bite myself to see if I would wake up…
Hey Quasi, don’t know if this has any relevence at all, but I wonder if your cat dream symbolizes some masculine anxiety? Think about it - a pussy is trying to emasculate you. Hmmm?
Or maybe it’s just guilt for rippin’ out *her * naughty bits. “Neuter me, will you? Well, we’ll just see about that…”
LostCause’s dream about walking to Thailand is similar to one I often have, of beginning a walk from Louisana to Kansas or Georgia to Nevada; some really long multimonth trek. I’m always disappointed when I wake, because I always get pretty far along and am enjoying myself. Sometimes in these dreams I come out into a breath-taking mountainscape, or beautiful rolling dales. The mountains I know come from trips out West (they’re always the Rockies) and the dales from a vacation in Scotland. But I have no clue as to what they signify. They make me happy, though.
(I apologize to anyone, especially women, who is offended by the word “pussy.” I don’t like it and don’t use it, but it does seem an obvious symbol in Quasi’s dream).
Hell smv, that’s the story of my life!
Q