I habe had the teeth dream so many times too. And the being lost one.
To add:
That article I linked to about the incident claiming that [sic] “a decision was made to evacuate the ride in fifteen minutes” is utter hogwash. I was wearing my watch that day and continually noted the time throughout.
Here’s a shot from another article where the train stopped for the second time. I guess we were higher up than I thought, considering the lift hill crests at 230 feet. So we were what, 180-200 feet in the air?
I guess I love King’s Island! Speaking of the Banshee ride, it replaced my all-time favorite coaster, The Son of Beast, which while I never experienced it, had some issues where people got injured on it. It held several major coaster records in it’s day, speed, height, etc.
Seriously though, click on the picture in the wiki link and just LOOK at that thing! Would you ride it?
:eek:
I love roller coasters, but I am terrified of heights. I usually just stare up at the sky until the coaster goes over the first hill. I would not have handled any of that very well at all.
Good to know I’m not the only one. None of the other faculty I’ve mentioned it to have acknowledged having the same dream, though it doesn’t come up often in conversation. Yours sounds very much like mine.
I’ve been in administration for a number of years, so don’t get that dream much anymore. There doesn’t seem to be an administrative version, thankfully.
I just had one last night - trying to get my cell phone camera app to open before I miss the chance of a great photo opportunity. Instead of opening, the phone hangs, rotates the screen, lags and opens apps that were near where I pressed the screen 20 second ago! Arrgggh. I woke up.
My latest version of this, from a few nights ago, is I’m at home after the wedding, and for some reason I’m developing a roll of film, since my digital cameras weren’t working or something. I’m rolling the film onto the spool to hand develop it and I realize, shit, I only shot one roll of film. I only have 36 pictures. (Typically, I deliver around 800 photos from around 3000 frames). No idea what precipitated that one–that’s a new variation. Last night I had the one where my memory cards physically fall apart and I lose all the photos, which makes a bit more sense given the era.
My variant on the underdressed stress dream is that I’m in boxers and a dress shirt. It’s a bit breezy down there, but technically nothing is exposed, and I’m trying to explain to people that this is totally ok.
I also have a stress dream where somehow I’ve been busted back to remedial high school. Somehow.
I dream that I’m somewhere that’s about to get hit by a tornado and there’s nowhere to go for shelter. I’m in an all-glass building, or a screened in patio, or just in an open area.
I’ve also had dreams where I’m back in high school and can’t remember my schedule and can’t get the schedule to pull up on my phone. Not that I had a cell phone when I was in high school. Or I know what class I’m supposed to go to but they’ve rearranged the school and I can’t find the classroom.
I probably shouldn’t read this thread before bedtime. Last night I had the “can’t find classroom/forgot lecture notes” dream.
The new twist was I finally made it to class, but had grabbed the wrong DVD and was halfway through “Pillow Talk” (Rock Hudson/Doris Day) before a student asked why we weren’t watching the documentary on Wal-Mart they are supposed to write an essay on. WTF?? :rolleyes:
My usual recurring stress dream is a driving one, but for me, I’m trying to drive the car from the passenger seat or the back seat and it’s difficult to steer and I’m struggling to find the pedals with my feet.
The other one that is less common for me is the swinging dream - where I am way high up swinging wildly from a rope. I don’t have trouble holding on, but the height and lack of control over the movement (I might smash into things) scares me.
I have going back to school/can’t remember my locker combo dreams, too.
I’ve had this one twice more since I posted it, including last night.
It’s weird…I’m afraid of heights too, but for some reason, not in a rollercoaster. Anything where I’m dangling at heights in excess of a couple hundred feet and I’m terrified. Like those drop-tower rides every park has these days. I just refuse to get on it.
I’m also not fond of rides where your full body weight is pressed against restraints while inverted or something, all I can think about is that they are the only thing between me and falling to my death.
This is funny.
My college stress dream was always pretty specific but also just vague enough to keep me guessing.
I was set to graduate from college and my whole family was there to celebrate. I suddenly remembered (you guessed it) that I had not been to a class my last semester that I needed to get my degree. The funny thing is I could see the class listed on my syllabus but I could not read the exact title and therefore could not easily identify where the class was nor could I contact the teacher. (it is like out of focus but I distinctly remember attending one class and thinking that I should drop it)
Well I decided that if i could find the class and talk to the instructor then I could at least walk at graduation and agree to finish the class that summer. I start running - from the centrally located library on campus.
The weird part is the college is my college - JMU - but there are unfamiliar parts (buildings/corridors) that didn’t exist when I was there and into which I suddenly find myself when I start looking for specific areas (say business or some science class).
I run and run and run (getting more and more desperate) not having any idea where I am going and eventually wake up - never finding the class. (once I did find it but the class was some pottery class and everyone there looked at me like I was out of my mind !)
It is so obvious that my mind is working against me as I am at school but I can’t find/talk to my friends who are in all of my classes with me and could tell me exactly where to go. I also do not approach any of the faculty who could have helped me easily. It is always me by myself who has to “fix this”. (This could be a shame factor but I don’t know)
I am 51 now so when I went to college there was no such thing as the internet or email and there also was no such thing as cheap long distance. Because of this I never really talked to friends about this until long after I graduated thinking how weird I was only to discover it was a common dream!
I have a couple of dear friends - brothers - who both had the same stress dream/nighmare. (the same dream but in the dream they were alone) It was very simple but always ended the same. They were running from/to something at night and had to cross a dark road. After they got about 1/2 way across they fell down and couldn’t get up. Right after this happened, they could hear a car/truck approaching (engine noise and headlights) and struggled to get up but were frozen to the ground. The dream ends when they scream out loud and suddenly wake up. One of the brothers was my roommate in college and he definitely didn’t have that dream back then so it is something which came about later in adult life. Looking back now, I can guess it was the REM level of sleep which kept their bodies rigid giving the impression that they were stuck in the road.
If it means anything, these are the only types of dreams I really remember and they almost always take place right before I wake up in the morning and never in the middle of the night. (I am a very sound sleeper).
PS. I used to have the naked at work dream. I would be in the third stall of the mens room at my office job and realize that all I had on was my underwear and socks and shoes. I would then have to figure out how to get out of there without getting arrested/fired. I think my initial plan called for me to wait out the entire day until everyone had gone home for the night…
I haven’t had the “naked at work” dream, but I did once dream that I went to work and * everyone else* was naked.
I’ve had several dreams in which I’ve recently purchased a house. As I walk though it, I discover that substantial portions of the house - which I somehow didn’t notice before - are incomplete and/or falling apart. It’s always something huge - an extra story that I somehow never knew was there, is in decrepit condition, or there are four extra bedrooms and bathrooms that need to be gutted and rebuilt before they’re usable.
Even though I’ve been out of school for decades, I still dream that it’s over halfway through the semester and I just discovered that I registered for a class but I haven’t attended any lectures, done and reading, or completed any assignments. Oh, I have a paper due, too.
Someone else has this one? That’s a relief.
My limit for heights is roughly a stepladder. I even get leery on the top platform of a two-rung stool, but I think that’s been exacerbated since I was diagnosed with epilepsy. My seizures are quite infrequent (so far in life I’ve only had four) but I can’t help but stress over ''what if it happened right noooow?"
As for inverted pressure, I had a lovely experience the first (and last) time I rode the Mantis at Cedar Point. It’s a standing coaster with an over-the-shoulder harness and several full inverted loops. I climbed into the seat only to find my harness wouldn’t lock. I told the attendant, and he said to me as the car pulled away, “Just pull it against you and hold on real tight.”
Seriously.
I survived just fine due to the Gs, but I was shitting myself.
In another Cedar Point related event (I spent a lot of time there as a kid), when I was in junior high I was waiting in line for an indoor coaster (Disaster Transport) and they suddenly shut down the ride due to the appearance of several water spouts and giant-ass funnel clouds over the park. It was kind of terrible as everyone scrambled for nonexistent cover, I even had a slo-mo fall as I was running, and every time I went one direction for shelter, I ran into another damned tornado/funnel cloud. The funnel clouds didn’t touch down, fortunately, but it was quite an event in my young life. (I had never seen a water spout before then, so I had no idea they couldn’t reach land, but Cedar Point is a peninsula so they were literally surrounding us. But there was a clearly forming funnel cloud right over my head, and I mean *right over *my fucking head.) I ended up in the arcade, which felt not remotely safe.
For a good ten years after that happened, I was plagued by tornado dreams. Inevitably I’d get sucked up into the funnel and then everything would go black and I’d think I was actually dead. I was always surprised when I woke up, alive. There wouldn’t be any pain, but I would always have this moment of, ‘‘This is it. This is me dying’’ and it was so real. I would have these dreams most nights, and they diminished in frequency as I got older. I still dream about tornadoes occasionally, but they are much less frequent (one or two a year), and I usually don’t die anymore.
Hilarious, only because my sons and I plan to save money to visit this supposed mecca of rollercoasters, specifically Millenium Force and Top Thrill Dragster. Yes, we are punishment gluttons, and as I age, I’m more the stunt dummy than the enthustiastic Dad.
New variation on the unprepared-for-class dream:
In this one I manage to find a seat in a hugely overcrowded English class which is a complete mystery to me (because I have no textbook and the prof is incomprehensible). Partway through the class he morphs into a different person giving an inspirational speech on a video monitor, and the entire rest of the class (except me) rises to their feet in worshipful adoration.
I seriously need to cut back on caffeine. 