Repetitive Dreams of Another Kind

This was inspired by AzRaek’s post in the Share your stress dreams! thread. I think almost all of us have repetitive dreams - the same dream again and again. I want to know if anyone else (besides me and AzRaek) has repetitive dreams like these, in which you’re doing the same thing over and over within the dream.

AzRaek shared:

When I’m stressed out I’ll dream that I’m balancing my office’s $82,000 budget at the end of the fiscal year. I actually do this at work… but I’ll dream about it and it’s awful! I’ll look at a line item, get interrupted, go back to the line item and find where I was, get interrupted again… over and over. I wake myself up because I’m so bored!

Don’t even get me started on my repetitive penny-rolling dreams. Count out fifty pennies. Slide into sleeve. Fold ends down. Count out fifty pennies. Slide into sleeve. Fold ends down.

Arrrrrrrgh!


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Houses.

I dream about houses. Usually their mine, and I’ve just bought/found/inheirited it, so I’m exploring it. Sometimes, it’s someone else’s house.

I always dream about them in vivid details that I remember long after I wake.

An old boyfriend. Weird. Not all the time but at least 3-4 times a year. Weird.

HELLO? Not those kinds of repetitive dreams! Read the original post, people!

What was that? I couldn’t hear you.

Love you too, Athena.

I occasionally have one where I’m trying to dial one of those looooong numbers on the back of the phone card. I keep making mistakes and having to start over. Really boring.

I have some VERY boring dreams - so boring, in fact, that I will intentionally wake myself up. They’re not repetitive, just boring.
Not unlike this post.


Sucks to your assmar.

During my childhood I had a dream that recurred: My sister and I just riding a moving streetcar–which never stops so we can get out. (When we lived in Venice, CA, during childhood, the old PE was still in operation, and some streets in Venice were criscrossed with streetcar tracks.)

Whoops! Sorry!

Ees hokay BunnyGirl and the phoukalicious one. I apologize. Feelin’ a little feisty today.

In the aftermath of my friend’s death (when I was 12), I had a recurring dream about him and myself. I can’t remember it clearly, but it was sort of a “quest” dream, and there was nothing disturbing about it. Maybe he was trying to make it up to me that we wouldn’t be growing up together.


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