Another cure is to keep cats. They totally desensitize you to strage sounds and motions in the dark. I was at a friend’s house once when something brushed against my foot. It took me a full 30 seconds to remember that this friend doesn’t own cats and maybe I should investigate that strange touch further. My friend had been sweeping and accidently swiped me with the broom.
So, at least you won’t notice when the ghosts try to snuggle you.
The dream starts with me in a house, talking to a woman about some remodeling work she wants to have done, and a storm kicks up outside. Tremendous wind and lightning, with strokes splitting trees-perhaps a tornado is upon us. We take refuge.
Next, I’m outside the house (dunno what became of the family) and I’m wearing my turnout gear. I’m walking around, looking at burned patches of ground, tree fragments and so forth, when I find the lightning machine. It looks like a controller you’d use for a R/C car or boat, with a little joystick, but it has a display, as if you were looking down from overhead, with crosshairs in the middle. By moving the joystick, I can see relative position to me, and when I press the red button, KABOOM-a lightning bolt lands right where the target indicated.
There is a farm in the distance, and as I walk closer, I can hear laughter. Rounding the corner of a building, there is a softball diamond in view with a game in progress. Two teams of guys are playing, but they are all butt-naked. The only other modification to softball rules is that when the hitter hits, he doesn’t run. He hops three times towards first base, and then makes a wiggly nose movement like a bunny rabbit. Then three more hops, nose, etc. Other than throwing the ball to one another, defensive players also had to do the 3x hop, nose action.
I call it my bunny-ball dream. :dubious:
I’d have woken myself up laughing. Too friggin funny.
I was on a heavy dose of Oxycodone after knee surgery and I had some whacked-out naked lunch-type shit.
In one, I was in a basement, and I had a piece of spider web with a spider on the end. I was whacking spiders with that spider to kill them.
Then, a spider came down the stairs, and I squished it with my foot.
Then, a bigger one immediately came down the stairs, and I squished it.
A few more kept coming, and eventually there was a “spider” with the body & size of a chihuahua with 8 spider legs that I didn’t want to squish because it was a dog. I woke up soon after that.
The thing is, I “knew” in the dream that all the spiders were totally conscious of the fact that I was killing them, but I was just really really scared.
While I was taking those meds, I had many other dreams of creatures trying to get me. I stopped taking it after that spider dream, though.
I have horrible wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-and-can’t-get back to sleep insomnia, and I often dream that I’m on my floormat trying to fall sleep. Whenever I do this, I try to become aware that it is a dream, and make the dream do something impossible. It’s call lucid dreaming.
In a recent episode, I was on my floor mat, the phone rang and it was my supervisor’s mother, who at the time was in a coma and dying. Then a co-worker who died five years ago came into the room and started talking about the great Austrailan vacation he just took.
The Butch, who I went with for 10 years, came in. I said “I thought you died” and he proceeded to kick me in the kidneys. And then I woke up.
Or I thought I did. I was back on the floor mat, awake, but thinking “I’ll keep my eyes close. If I open my eyes and see the clock, I’ll never get back to sleep.” I think that was still part of the dream.
I don’t get vivid dreams very often. In fact, 60% of the time, I just black out at some point during the night, and wake up in the morning, having seen nothing.
Oddly, my dreams often center on some sort of mystery to be solved or a task to be completed.
I did have a dream once, when I was little, wherein my father and I were in some sort of downhill race, in his truck. He was asleep, or unconscious, and I was navigating the vechile down all these hairpin turns, towards the finish line.
Maybe I caught an episode of Speed Racer at some point before that.
I’ve been rather feverish these last few days, so perhaps that is why the dream I had the night before last was so vivid.
I dreamed that I was part of a criminal gang that had stolen several million dollars. We were meeting after the fact to divide up the loot.
One, or more, of my fellow thieves decided to screw me out of my share of the loot. They informed me that there was no share for me, that it was in fact “already spent.”
I drew a suppressed pistol from inside my jacket and killed one outright. Another, I shot through the mouth and left in shock on the ground. The third I shot to pieces bit by bit as I interrogated him about the location of the money. By the time I had the information I wanted from him, I had blown apart his wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, and (finally) skull. Just to “make a statement” I returned to the guy I had shot through the mouth. I cooked his brain whole, stuffed it with frogs legs, and sent it to his father. In the dream, this seemed to have deep symbolism.
The scene shifted to the inside of a large truck where I was riding with a family friend (recently deceased in real life) and his twin sons. We were discussing the whereabouts of the money and I promised them each a full share when we recovered it. One of his sons then opened a mini-bar on the dash and offered me a drink, assuring me that it was all “top shelf stuff.” For some reason, that caused me to make a mental note to kill him. We turned off the street and pulled into a warehouse, where I presume the money was located and…that is whn I woke up.
Last night I had a dream that I had a stack of banknotes, mostly hundred-thousand-dollar bills, but with some fifties and twenties, and I was trying to figure out how to deposit them in my bank account unsuspiciously.
Somehow I had convinced the bank to give them to me, but I knew that if I just went to deposit them in the regular manner, the bank would review all its activities with regards to me, decide something was wrong, and call the cops.
The $100,000 banknotes were similar in design to the rest of the new series, but were silver-grey in colour, quite beautiful. In the dream they had the hologram stripe and everything.
The weird thing is, Canada has never had a banknote of this size… even the thousand-dollar notes is largely withdrawn.
That is odd that you mentioned that I should keep cats, I dream of cats and mice sleeping on me too sometimes. I can’t keep any pets, I am allergic to cats and dogs.
Well, normally I don’t remember my dreams.
For which I thank Og.
This is a description of a dream that I had recently - and was for me, relatively tame.
I’ve been killed in my dreams so many times, now it’s boring. What scares me is when people I care about are killed, or the ‘fate worse than death’ dreams. An example of that would be the time the aliens kidnapped me, fed me into their matter transmitter, and kept sending me across the galaxy, with each transmission introducing new errors into the transmission… it ended when I was part robot part tentacled thing… Of course the pain of being disintergrated was always intense, too.
I had my most vivid dream ever several years ago, when I was a freshman in college. In it, my mom had died. It was totally realistic. My dad had to come down to get me at college and the two of us drove home in silence, both of us red-eyed. The sense of loss was overwhelming. We went to the funeral the next day, while we were gone, the dog somehow got out and was hit by a car.
Most of my dreams are totally wacky, but this was 100% realistic, and completely vivid. So much so that I was awake for a good five minutes, still consumed with deep sadness over the loss of my mom, before I realized that it was a dream.
I called my mom immediately. She was, of course, perfectly fine.