I hate the bastard, havent seen him in almost 2 years, but I dream of sex with him almost nightly. Detailed dreams, with talk about how he will have to make up with the kids and how we have to work stuff out, I WOULDNT GET BACK WITH HIM FOR A MILLION DOLLARS - someone tell my subconcious!
Every damn night for months. Last night he went down on me, but the sex was strangely awkward, tonight it will be better I am sure.
Funny thin gis I have ZERO sex drive (thank you depro provera) If brad Pitt dropped his trou right here I would ask him to tidy the house or something.
Situations always change from dream to dream for me, but certain small things happen with decent regularity:
Some action involving my neck: kissing, wearing and removing scarves, necklaces, being choked in the occasional nightmare, neck massage.
The complete inability to walk or run. Sometimes I try to run, for whatever reason, and it feels like I’m not making contact with the ground, like I’m floating. Other times I am touching the ground, but something [wind or horizontal gravity] moves me backwards, getting stronger the harder I try.
Whenever I’m in water, usually a pool, I can breathe. Not with gills, or breathing in water and not drowning, just breathing, as if there’s a small pocket of air right around my mouth and nose that stays with me no matter what. And it’s always a surprise that I can breathe. And it’s never involved being forced under the water, by danger above or being trapped under water. I’ll just be swimming around and try it and it works.
I’ve always had lots of dreams about being “all grown up” with a family and whatnot… “what if” type dreams involving people I know. Lately, for the first time ever, I’ve had a few of those dreams in which I was actually pregnant [all different stages]. Maybe my brain is telling me that the bf is “the” one…
I have lots of dreams where I’m outdoors and I have to find a place to take shelter from a tornado. When I’m awake, I’m not especially afraid of tornadoes, even during watches and warnings, but in the dreams, it’s always just a few seconds from sweeping me away, and it’s like all the air is sucked out of my lungs and I know there’s nothing I can do.
I have two different themes. But they are the only two themes.
I am being chased by monsters, Nazis, murderers. Whatever, it’s always the same. I will die, and my family, friends, and neighbors will die unless I somehow manage to defeat monsters/Nazis/murderers.
I’m back at my childhood home, going to places that I used to love, reassuring myself that “this time it’s not a dream. This time I’m really there.” And then waking up and realizing it was, yet again, just a dream.
Amusement parks. Whether I’m working there, walking around as a tourist, or riding the rides.
When I was little, I had recurring dreams that I was inspecting the sewer system underneath an amusement park. I don’t even wanna know what Freud would say about that one.
A house with a huge flight of stairs, many many floors. At the very top, there’s a huge auditorium. pick a floor and you find many different rooms, and they all lead into different dreams. no shit. Once one was a bare room with board bunk beds that ended up leading out to my dead great-uncle’s place, and further out into the country. Another one was a boudoir that ended up going… some victorian house, I think. If I go all the way up the stairs, the dream ends there.
My mother and I both have this dream sequence recurringly, we discussed it after I’d been having it for a few years. weird. I guess our heads do file keeping in similar ways shrug
Another one is flying, but it’s always SO damn hard. I’m getting better at it though The last time I was glider-less and somewhere up in the stratosphere… hmmm… clouds. I think I have a hard time flying in dreams because suspension of disbelief is very difficult for me.
I never dream about sex
Any dreams with conflict in them are usually part of a recurring sequence (people and places from previous dreams that I’ve never seen or met) and they’re usually a lot of fun (running thru a factory with police after me. Damn sure wished I could fly at the time!)
I had a couple of the ‘nazi’ dreams, myself. Probably the worst dreams of my life. Dead family. Very bad.
Kellibelli: I frequently have dreams about my ex-husband too, but they don’t always involve sex. They usually involve me living with him again and I spend the entire dream wondering why I’m there because even in my dream I know that I don’t want to be there with him. There is also usually some foreboding sense in the dream that my ex has done something terrible to my current hubby, but I don’t know what it is and he never says what he did. There are also the dreams where I think I’m having sex with my current hubby, but then I discover about halfway through it that I’m actually having sex with my ex-husband, at which point I usually push him away or jump out of bed and run off.
I have a lot of dreams about cars. Usually I am, for some reason, in dire need of transportation yet I can’t drive the car. There’s always some urgent need, like I have to go save someone from some undefined evil, yet I can’t drive the car - it breaks and I can’t fix it, or I just somehow manage to forget how to drive. In one odd dream, I was trying to drive a Nash Metropolitan down the streets of the city I used to work in, to save Gunslinger who was trapped at a Wal*Mart (I don’t know, so don’t ask), but the Nash was so tiny I couldn’t fit in it, and it kept shrinking. I also have a lot of dreams where, say, the brakes fail, or the gas pedal no longer makes the go, or the wheels fall off. Very frustrating dreams.
Being back in school is the most common recurring theme for me. They usually fall into one of several categories. The most common is I’m in college and I have to take a final for a class that I had forgotten I had signed up for and never attended even once. Another is that my degree is taken away from me because I didn’t finish some grade (usually in elementary school) due to some sort of technicality, and I have to go back and retake that entire grade to get my degree back. A third category is one where I’m failing out of school.
I also sometimes have something related to the “teeth falling out” dream. Usually it’s just one or two teeth working loose, but not actually falling out (though I fear they will). Sometimes I can’t run in a dream, but it’s not like there’s some force holding me there. It just takes great effort to move, like running in waist-deep water or something. Another is that I have trouble seeing, like there is bright light or lots of glare. None of these are really themes, they are more like recurring parts or features (i.e. I’m failing out of school and my teeth are loose).
To the extent that I have recurring themes, I sometimes find myself in dangerous situations in which I have no fear and navigate them without difficulty; indeed, these are usually a lot of fun.
More unusually, I almost never have nightmares (that I remember, anyway) or stressful dreams; when I do, they’re usually very short – I’m walking down stairs and miss a step, or I see a spider on my leg, or something like that.
And my dreams almost never feature anyone I know, and the better I know the person the less frequently they appear. Sometimes I’m not even in my dreams, and it’s just pretty much surreal television.
Have ( ever more recurring ) dreams about ants.
I always start off looking at them/ playing with them. Then i get distracted adn they’re all over me. I aint afraid of bugs in the slightest, but i always freak out when they are on me, adn no-one will help me. I’ve been in pits and forrests surrounded with friends, adn they just watch.
Anyone wanna figure this out for me?
thought maybe it might be about not paying enough attention adn then being overwhelmed or something.
that sound sensible?
My dreams vary in action - but the setting is often the same little beachside town. Not the one I live in, or one I have ever been to. But it’s getting to the point where my dream-self needs to go somewhere and I know it’s two blocks down and on the left side of the street. The place is really getting familiar.
If I ever visit a town that matches it I will be freaked out for the entire trip.
I dream about theater a lot – either I’m in a really weird play, or I’m going to be in a play and have trouble getting to the theater. Also, I used to have a recurring dream about having to perform the opening soliloquy from Richard III for some reason and getting stuck at the line “To strut before a wanton ambling nymph,” so I’d just say that over and over. I haven’t had that one in a while, though. (I always wonder – why Richard III specifically?)
I also used to have dreams about having to drive a car and not knowing how, but they went away after I learned to drive.
Spiders. All kinds of stuff dealing with giant spiders, little spiders, spiders in the tub that grow when you pour cold (or was it hot?) water on them. What the hell’s that mean anyway?
Lately I’ve had a recurring dream that a spider is dropping down from the ceiling and lands on my face. I actually threw the covers off and jumped sideways out of bed the other night cause it was so freaking real! I had to turn on the lights and pat down the bed to convince myself it was just a dream. The weird thing is I’m not that phobic about spiders but I don’t want them on my face either thank you very much!
Salinqmind-
I have the very same dreams about rooms in my house I didnt know were there. All the time. Sometimes the rooms are creepy, but usually they’re gorgeous: lush gardens, huge kitchens with woodburning stoves and gleaming appliances,
and lots and lots of extra bathrooms, usually fancy-shmancy
palatial bathrooms. I figure the dreams are trying to lead me to unexplored areas of my psyche and/or intellect.
On the downside, I have recurring dreams about my boyfriend
cheating on me, or leaving me for someone else. Probably one a week. They are greatly upsetting, and I usually wake up crying out in my sleep, with him saying my name over and
over and hugging me til I awake completely.
Not a big surprise. My father decided to jilt my mother for some online executive businesswoman divorced floozy type
a few months after boyfriend and I started dating. My parents kinda worked it out, and they are still together now over 2 years later, but about 9 months ago my father gave me one of his pc’s-forgot to delete his email trail, and I discover (initially accidentally) that he is still with this woman even though he swore he was not. Business trips my ass. We dont mention it now, and get along just
fine on the surface.
But “poor pitiful” me has got to get over it. Geez. Im 30 years old now, not some Daddys girl. Dont think about it during the day, but the dreams are outta control. Since I dont have even the faintest reason for believing my beloved to be anything but faithful and adoring, all this business irritates me and hurts his feelings.
Sorry to ramble. ANy suggestions greatly appreciated!
Add me to the tally for dreams about teeth falling out.
They’re incredibly disturbing.
I read a book that said the dreams were about feeling powerless, which works for, but maybe dreams are too subjective for those dream dictionaries to do much more than give a pointer in the right direction.
Did I mention how much I really hate those dreams about losing my teeth?
I hate them a lot.
I also have first-day-of-school dreams in which I’m a student and suddenly discover there’s a class I’ve forgotten to go to or I can’t find the room or some such- and I’ve been a teacher for years.
Tornadoes. Never the same situation, but always with a tornado somewhere in the “storyline.”
However, I’m not sure this means anything in particular since I live in Oklahoma, right smack dab in the middle of “tornado alley.” In the spring, especially, you can’t turn on a TV or radio without hearing about a tornado warning somewhere. So for quite a few months of the year my sub-conscience is bombarded with those images. Stands to reason I’d dream about it.
Last night, though, I dreamed that the USA was planning to send a nuke to the moon to demonstrate to the Taliban what would happen to them if they didn’t surrender. I was convinced that it wouldn’t work and was going crazy trying to convince people, but everybody seemed to think it was a grand idea. I was traumatized by images of the moon blown into two big chunks.
BTW, what wouldhappen if we detonated our most powerful nuclear weapon on the moon?
The last time I was glider-less and somewhere up in the stratosphere… hmmm… clouds. I think I have a hard time flying in dreams because suspension of disbelief is very difficult for me.