Last night, I dreamt that I opened up the back of my computer mouse, took out the ball, and ate it. It looked like the ball inside of a normal mouse, but it had the texture and taste of a hard boiled egg yolk.
Yours?
Last night I had another of my elevator dreams. I’ve been having this kind of dream for more than 40 years. The entire dream consists of me running to catch an elevator before it descends. I do this over and over, until I awaken or another dream shows up. The scary thing is that these elevators don’t have any doors, and they don’t wait long before beginning a rapid descent. About half the instances of my attempts to catch the elevator result in my rushing into the elevator shaft, only to find that the elevator is already on its way down, leaving me in midair and falling. I hate these dreams.
I had a very frustrating dream the other morning. I was at the ranch where I work and it was pouring down rain and I was trying to bring the horses in and I kept going out for the next one, and the one I had just brought in was back out in his paddock. This went on forever. Bring Opie in, go to get Indie and Opie is standing there in the paddock. Bring Indie in and go for Cookie, and Indie is back in the paddock. Finally I was able to get them all in (or so I thought), but I was soaking wet to my skin and freezing, and I coudn’t find my shoes. And when I finally did find them they were these really awful, ratty old tennis shoes that I’d never seen before.
Then the alarm went off. I hit snooze and the dream continued. (Does this happen to other people?)
The second part of my dream, I get out to the ranch and Stacy (the trainer/owner) is yelling at me leaving for the horses in their paddocks all night and not bringing them into the barn. I was trying to explain to her what had happened then night before with the horses suddenly appearing back in their paddocks when I realized she was pregnant (which she is not IRL). She was like 6 mos pregnant, really showing. I asked her about it and she was so angry that I said something out loud because she didn’t want everyone to know. I tried to tell her it was obvious she was pregnant, but she walked off. So I started trying to bring the horses in again and I couldn’t find my shoes, again.
Then the alarm went off and I was like, I am so getting up, no way am I dreaming that dream again!
I have a number of very vivid, recurring dreams. Most are about building and stairways, but one that I have when I’m especially stressed is a puzzle game.
I’m inside the puzzle, each piece is about the size of a salad plate. The game is a little like Tetris, but it’s also like Rubic’s cube, and a regular jigsaw.
I have to get the pieces into the “wall” before I lose them. The pieces appear before me at a rate of about one every 5 seconds. (I seem to be on some sort of catwalk, so if I drop a piece, it’s gone forever) If I get one wrong, I can recover, but if I get too many wrong, I’ll be lost and never be able to finish. Finishing feels like a matter of life or death.
Once I have this dream, I can kiss sleep goodbye for that night, because, everytime I go back to sleep, I’m right where I left off.
The other night I dreamed that my debit card was being declined every second time I tried to use it.
Sorry. Lame.
Maybe not the absolute latest but very memorable… I went to school and everybody else was naked, every single person. They were all making fun of me thinking I had something to hide and trying to get me to take my clothes off so when I finally did they all rushed to get dressed again and my friend walks over to me and says “If you don’t find your clothes, you’ll be the only one naked”. I can’t find my clothes and everybody helps me to look for them but then the dream ends.
Last night, I had several. they all sort of morphed into each other…
First, I was in some dark spooky woods with somebody younger than me (an odd-looking little boy with big glasses and dark hair. The kind you’d expect to see sitting on a stack of eight telephone books at the dinner table and who looks and acts sort of like a miniature adult.) and I encountered this big spooky laughing face. The boy didn’t see it. Then I saw a weirdo zombie ghost thingy and I touched it. it said, “he can’t see us. we’re real though.” and led me to an old dilapidated house where there was a whole family of zombie ghosts.
The house was kind of gross in a haunted house sort of way. lots of cobwebs and such. But there was a really groovy dining room set in the attic. The oldest zombie ghost told me to cut open the seat of the chair and told me I’d find $600,000 in the cushion. I did. He told me I could have it becuase zombie ghosts don’t really need money. I wasn’t so sure because I’ve seen enough horror movies to be a little suspicious of creepy dead/undead things giving me stuff. so I ran home and posted on the SDMB “would you take money from dead things?” looking for advice.
Somewhere around there, it morphed into another dream. I was being offered $630 for a modeling gig. There were a bunch of people at a studio and there was an old woman with peach-orange hair and a tall british man arguing over whether they should make me taller. (I’m only 5’4) but I just stood there thinking about how they were crazy- I’m too fat to be a model even if I was tall enough. I wondered what kind of drug and how much I could buy with $630 to make me thinner.
Somewhere around there, I woke up briefly and my mom was talking to my dad. “she’s in big trouble!” was pretty much the extent of what I heard before falling back asleep. Usually when someone’s in trouble, it’s me. so I was scared even though I haven’t done anything wrong lately. So I dreamed that I was running away, sort of. I was going to work. But I was taking the back roads instead of the main road becuase I knew my mom would come after me and I figured she’d see me on the main road. I ended up taking this weird ass-backwards way that led me to another village (sort of like in Big Fish when Ewan McGregor finds the little town in the woods. The tall British guy from my previous dream greeted me and I suddenly realized that I was wearing a short skirt with no tights and that my legs weren’t presentable. I kept walking til I got to the area where I work (there are a bunch of little shops nearby) and realized that I was completely topless. I tried to cover myself, but somehow kept forgetting to do so. I looked for a place that would sell me a top so that I could go to work, but nothing seemed to be open. Finally, I realized I was late for work and went in. They didn’t seem to notice that I was topless. I had to tell them. “hey, I somehow forgot to put a shirt on today. Can I run across the street real quick and grab something to wear?” … but then I realized I had forgotten my purse as well, and so had no money with which to buy a shirt. Nobody was sympathetic. I was SOL. and then… I don’t remember.
Oh, and I wasn’t in trouble. It was my sister.
Speaking of morphing.
I had a dream in which the plot remained constant, but one of the principals morphed over and over again, and nobody including me seemed to notice.
The plot was that an ordinary young man was trying to humiliate a girl who had left him, because she had left him. She was a risiing young actress with Hollywood hopes, and there was a definite tone of “I broke up with you because you aren’t on my level”. Sitting poolside talking to him and her about this, i realized he was an earthworm. He was covered with small sprinkles of a jellylike substance that refracted light. I thought, well he’s pretty, you could keep him as a pet, but you couldn’t really pet him; have to be hands off. He slid around invisible curlicues while I thought about it.
Next he was a decomposing corpse. Since I work with decomposing corpses, this didn’t carry the unpleasant overtones it would to most of you (except Osip). But I understood why the girl was a little freaked out. He jumped off the diving board into the pool (yes, a diving decomposed corpse) to make her scream and back out of the water. Once in the water, he turned over slowly in a sort of water ballet, and one of his skeletonized hands fell into the other. I understood that he was telling the girl that their hands belonged in eachother’s, and since she wouldn’t be his, he was going to gross her out about it.
Next he was back into being a pet. I went to pet him, and he morphed into a puppy. I must have been getting closer to awake, because I was a little startled by the morph, but still, as I stroked the puppy’s ears, I realized I was grateful, because who wants to pet a jelly-covered worm?
I’m house hunting, but every time I get to a house I want to look at, something happens. At one house, my friend warns me that the mob is coming after me, and sure enough, pretty soon a car pulls up and they start shooting at me. At the next house, zombies come out and chase me. House after house after house, weird things keep happening. And at odd intervals, a friend pops up to ask what I think of her boyfriend, or another friend will ask me about a subpoena he got served with.
I don’t really remember the frame, but in last night’s dream, I read the last Garfield comic. It had Jon practicing spitting fire, like at a circus, and Garfield thoroughly unimpressed. So, he replaces the liquid with something that will yield a flash that’s a bit more spectacular. Jon is off-frame, with Garfield and Nermal sitting on the tabletop watching. The next panel is completely white.
As I said, I don’t remember the dream around that. I can only vaguely recall being in a backstage area, where two people are perhaps rehearsing something to an small audience standing around them. One guy hands the other the comic, which the dream then cuts to.
The camera (my dreams are almost always like movies) is around waist-level, looking at the two people on the wooden floor performing some bit of pantomime. They’re horizontally centered in the frame, but only taking up about half the height, pushed near the top, with a good deal of empty floor visible. The light source is behind them and they’re silhouetted, with only the inside edges of their faces in detail. It’s also very near them, so it casts long shadows on the floor, expanding the nearer to the camera they get, with the shadow of their greatly magnified profiles along the bottom of the frame. Between the two heads you can see a hotspot from the light on the waxed floor. The audience of maybe 10-15 people stand some distance away in a semi-circle, symmetrically around the two in front, in soft focus and dimly lit, all standing perfectly still, watching.
I woke up at or very shortly after seeing the comic. I wish I could remember more of the images from that dream.
Last night I was at a zoo. Several of my friends were there and we were operating some sort of open-air tech supp and political commentary stand near the main walkway.
I’d apparently pissed off Tom Delay because he showed up and started biting me. And he was really small. He latched on to my arm and kept gnawing at it while my pals tried to shake him off.
I am utterly not making this up to score political points.
The, no shit, the Presidential motorcade drove up. The President needed some help with a laptop he had. So we spent some time fixing it and giving the President commentary. When it was fixed we went walking with him and his entourage through the zoo. When I asked for payment for services rendered one of his flunkies (a woman) gave me a Presidential ‘Thank You’ pin for my lapel and then they walked off.
I am, again, completly not making this up.
I need to get out more.
Last night, I dreamed that my next-door neighbor opened her window, and called out, offering me a tuna-fish sandwich.
I declined out of politeness, but she offered again. The dream ended before I made a decision.
I’m overseas and a bit homesick. Lately I’ve been having strange dreams about home.
Last night I dreamt my dog was chewing the W out of the front of my Washington Nationals’ baseball cap.
Lame, yes, but what does it mean?
In real life, I graduated from Virginia Wesleyan College 25 years ago. However, last night I dreamed that I had spent time at VWC, but was still a senior. Nonetheless, I was on the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) campus as something of a visiting student. I had been taking courses for about a month even though I had originally been dropped off for what was supposed to be a few days of checking the place out, as if I were considering MIT for graduate school.
Since I was an English major in real life, it’s understandable that in the dream I was taking liberal arts courses. I’ve never really been on the MIT campus, but the version of it that my subconscious conjured up featured one or two small buildings where all the school’s few humanities students took classes. However, I found myself walking past the engineering buildings for some reason, and then entered a large structure that contained elements of a shopping mall food court, a hotel, and other commercial spaces. I had started walking at 7 p.m. on what was supposed to be a fifteen-minute journey back to my dorm room, so that I could watch Jeopardy! at 7:30.
Yet I found myself getting lost on the way. At one point I was on a concrete walkway with a swimming pool on one side of me and a sauna/locker room on the other. I couldn’t figure out how to proceed, and then realized that at the back of the sauna area was a passage to the library, which I “recognized” as the one I had studied in during my stint at MIT. I walked through the library, and emerged to see my brother Mark and my parents, who were in town for some reason. I also saw a girl named Debbie (a real-life student at VWC during my time there). Though I recognized her, I didn’t say “hi” or otherwise acknowledge her presence.
I then stepped over some plastic bowls of salad greens and some “roses” made of cabbage and red tortellini before noticing that I was approaching the “mall entrance” of some tavern-like drinking establishment. Since I had previously seen the bar’s front sign and window, I knew I was near my dorm. It was at that point that I woke up, so I’ll never know if I was destined to make it back. Not that I’d have seen much of Jeopardy! – a clock I saw in the dream informed me it was already 7:45. (The Lafayette station’s broadcast of the show was actually interrupted several times last night by tornado warning updates, so I’m guessing that affected the content of the dream.)
Last night I dreamt that I had gum stuck in my teeth. I mean, it was so stuck that I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to get it out, and even when some of it would come out, more would still be there. It got to the point where I was wondering how I was ever going to get it all unstuck.
I’m sure this had something to do with my TMJ moutguard, but it was so realistic in the dream. I have no idea what it means.
I had a strange dream that my church was charging a cover charge at the door. Very strange.
You guys are weird. 
Again last night I had my recurrent dream, one I’ve been having for years.
I’m having a very hard time walking… my legs hurt like a mofo, and I even have to reach down and move them with my hands. I’m wearing high heels, which just makes it worse, and I fall down over and over. I’m so humiliated, and I just know that everyone’s looking at me and laughing, but then I look around and no one is even paying attention to me, nobody notices.
Last night I dreamt that I was lying on the ground watching the clouds. And in the clouds I saw weird protozoa-like things. And then they stopped being clouds, and really were weird protozoa-like things in the sky. At that point, I realized that was unusual and figured that I must have fallen asleep while watching the clouds. So, I woke up. And I actually woke up in my bed, not just from the dream in a dream.
Thursday, my allergies were kicked into overdrive. So I stayed doped up on allergy meds all day. That night I dreamed I was looking through very old photographs. It started out being similar ones that I actually have of my parents and various relatives. Then I was browsing random old photos of strangers, and the person/people in the photos started TALKING TO ME. “Hello, you don’t know me, but I’m so and so’s great aunt Barbara” They were related to people I knew, and they all had a story to tell me.
A creepy side note:
The next day, we visited friends at their house. They had acquired some old family photographs due to a relative’s death. And they had a lot of them displayed throughout the house.
Last night I had a dream that I was a witness to the murder of some important person. The government thought I was in danger, so they put me and my ferret (
I don’t even have a ferret) in witness protection. The ferret and I ended up going to a museum, when a security guard called me into a back room. It turned out that the guard was really some sort of secret agent sent to kill me. We started fighting, and my contact fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up, then my friend (not one of my actual real life friends) showed up and told me that he’d blown my cover because he was jealous that he and his ferret couldn’t get a new identity too. Then there was a long martial arts style fight scene, but I woke up before anyone won.