Ever have one of those dreams where something comes completely out of left field?
Earlier this week, I was dreaming about sitting on a couch with some girl I had just met, trying to “get at her goodies” but not really getting anywhere. Typical dream for a male of my age and domestic status – that is, until Bonnie Raitt came in, sat on the couch, and started talking to us! I shouted, “What are YOU doing here??? GET OUT OF MY DREAM!!” Indeed, it was so totally incongruous and unexpected, that suspension of disbelief was totally lost, and I woke up immediately.
I should point out that I’m a rock/metal fan, and have no interest whatsoever in country music or “girl power” rock (although there are exceptions…if it were Paula Cole, that I would understand!) Not to mention that she’s about 20 years too old for me…
ex-bf and i, walking through forest, it suddenly turns into giant mushrooms that open up into amusement park rides and Smurfs appear everywhere…twas quite frightening actually
Lately, I’ve been having a recurring dream that involves three people at work.
It generally starts with me sitting at my desk answering phone calls, dealing with e-mail or whatever. Then the first co-worker walks in and asks if I’d like to head down to the breakroom for a cup of coffee. On the way, we meet up with the other two co-workers and we all grab a table and have our coffee break.
Then, for some reason, two of the co-workers simply vanish - they’re just there one moment and just NOT there the next moment. When I ask the third co-worker where the other two went, she looks at me like I’m nuts - “Who?” she asks. I argue with her for a couple of minutes and finally give up when it becomes clear that not only can I not convince here that the other two were there, but it’s starting to look like the other two don’t even exist in the first place.
Upon going back to my office, I find one of the co-workers that vanished sitting in my chair - except it’s not my chair anymore and my name is no longer on the door.
The dream ends with me leaving the building and returning a “VISITOR” badge to the front desk …
In my dream, the world was going to end in about an hour, but the teachers at my school wouldn’t let us leave. So we were going to the office to call our parents, and then suddenly we were all dead and there was a tunnel we were supposed to go down. There were billions of people already there.
Just outside the tunnel there was a guestbook to sign. It was really weird… I wanted to read what other people had written in the guestbook, but I woke up before I got a chance.
I don’t know if this was a dream, or a couple strung together last night…
I’m at someone’s house, seems to be people I know, and this slightly younger guy who is a friend (at least in the dream) keeps following me room to room. I really need to change my shirt for some reason, so I duck into a closet that turns out to be an office somehow, and start to change my shirt. The guy, on the other side of the door, comments that he can still see me through the crack. I look and can see through the door, and sure enough he’s looking in through the crack, grinning. I shrug and change my shirt anyway.
Then I go into another room and start talking to his mother (another person who doesn’t exist) who is standing on a step stool, decorating a Christmas tree. She comments about how it’s odd that the guy owns a stuffed, as in taxidermy, alligator. I help her put on some of the ornaments and tell her that some of my childhood friends had one too, and they used to get yelled at for putting toys and candy inside it.
After the tree is decorated, I feel sad, because I suddenly realize that we somehow skipped Halloween and Thanksgiving, and went right to Christmas. Moreover, as I discover my brother and some girl sitting on a couch, I complain that Christmas is almost over, and we never watched that Ally McBeal Christmas special like we do every year (as if!) Then I start to wonder if maybe we did have Halloween and Christmas, but I just forgot.
I finally decide to leave, and discover the only way to get out is to go through a nursing home downstairs. I’m a bit worried that someone will yell at me for being in there, so I get out quickly and find myself on a deck that is covered with cats, at least 30 of them. And they all turn to stare at me as I try to find my way to the road…
I tend to have bizarre dreams or no dreams at all.
One I recall was just me, standing alone in a barren wasteland (just dry, parched dirt), with all of these false ‘fetuses’ (actually articulated baby dolls), burned jet-black from the intense heat, start climbing me, tearing their ‘amniotic sacs’ (actually cellophane) in the process. I’m soon covered in bizarre ‘fetus’-doll things, all climbing me.
Another I recall was me in a friend’s house, absolutely terrified of the huge, disgusting rats that were racing around inside the walls. I’m not normally afraid of rats, but these things were diseased monsters, running around like demented cockroaches. It was terrifying.
The most interesting things happen to my mind when I’ve just barely woken up: I spent this weekend at a friend’s house, and I had to convince myself that I couldn’t program the dog that had climbed up onto my bed.
Part of me couldn’t accept that this dog wouldn’t be able to run a program, even if I wrote it directly in hex.
I’ve had a dream that went on like a video game. I went around, found some stuff in a dumpster, went to the 10th floor of a building, figured out the way to get into the forbidden 5th floor, fought some giant koopa like turtles, was chased by a panther through some ducts, the panther turned into a spring gun which I used to climb up onto two pedestals where I fought 2 more koopas. Then the pedastals collaped onto eachother and I died. Then it started again, I was back by the building, searched the dumpster for stuff and returned to the building. This time however I figured out how to fill the room with poison gas to kill the koopas. I woke up before I could move onto the next floor.
The one I had last night is pretty sketchy in my mind.
My mom, possibly some other relatives, and some close friends were out on this boat with a bunch of other people. We all dove into the open ocean for some sort of swimming competition. It seemed like we were swimming for hours, and there was no land in site. Eventually we were underneath a bridge, and sort of rested by holding onto the pillars of the bridge. Next thing I knew we were back out in open ocean, and I saw this cruise ship coming towards us. I was desperately trying to get my friends and relatives to swim far to the right, trying to warn them that they would get washed in from the ship’s wake, and get caught in the propeller. We barely got out of the way of the ship, then realized that it must have been coming from a beach, so we swam in that direction.
Next thing I know, I’m at this beach community, and I’m all ratty an my clothes are stiff from the saltwater. Britney Spears is there, and though I’m finding her rather annoying and vapid, but fairly nice, I’m hanging out with her, fielding calls, and keeping the press out of her hair, because I realize that I don’t have anything, and kissing her ass is my only chance for a meal ticket and a way home.
Just last night, I dreamt I went to prison. It was a bit more like a slumber party though (most of the other gals seemed pretty happy, given the circumstances of incarceration.) The walls were golden brown and everything was well-lit.
It was a tad over crowded so there were four people assigned to each “cell” (not really a “cell”, since there were no bars, but the space was divvied up between batches of people.)
Two of my cellmates and I were singing show tunes while we were lying in bed! Much to the annoyance of the third cellmate.
We sang a loud rousing version of “Some Enchanted Evening.” (I sang harmony.) Then I escaped because I had a wig and no one recognized me.
I have a recurring dream where I’m investigating a haunted house. I spend a half hour or so clambering around inside, being chased by ghosts and other beasties and then I suddenly find the heart of the problem–the spirit haunting the place manifests itself. As a big, happy sunflower with big blue eyes and a face. I then procede to beat it to death and then wake up. Yes, I’ve dreamt this more than once. No, I’m not even going to speculate on what it means…
Last night I had a whole series of dreams in which I toured the city of Iqaluit. I met people, learned about the railway that was under development, drove from one end of the main street to the other, visited houses, explored the outskirts, looked out over the sea, and had a great time! In my dream, however, Iqaluit had trees.
I had another dream which is so Freudian. I was some place strange, perhaps a spaceship. There were two people running down a hallway, and I was trying to catch up to them, because I knew there was something weird down there. Right before I was able to shout a warning, a big, electric blue, wave came out of the wall and knocked them down. I rushed over to see if they were ok, and they said they were. they’d never felt better in their entire lives. Before I could ask them what they meant by that, the wave got me too. Boy were they right The three of us, all still blissful and weak-kneed from the experience, hobbled back down to where we were supposed to be, and collapsed against the wall. One of the other people asked us what it was like, and I waved the question off, being too shy to admit it. One of the two other people who’d been attacked by the wave told them they should go look for the wave themselves, because they’d feel about 100 times better than they ever had before.
For once I had a dream involving water that actually was about what Freud said water dreams are about
I have had a few weird dreams that came about because of my job. The latest one is my giving a concert at work, and while i am playing some of the songs of one of my favorite bands, I am not in my body, i have Britney Spears’ body.
Clothes and all.
The other one is that i am running a hospice out of my house and that i have Hospice patients in almost all of the rooms, with the same furniture and carpeting.
Oh, Bosda, I’m so sorry you had such a sucky dream! I promised my grand, old cat and very best friend since I was a kid, that I would visit him in my dreams. Sometimes we still play and have a great time.
However, one in awhile, I have nightmares about him or the hamsters I used to have. I dream that I visit my mom’s and find the hamsters are still in their cages. I’ve had my own apartment for over 12 years, so in the dreams they are horrendously malnourished and neglected (and I’m always amazed that after 12 years they are still alive).
It’s some form of stress dream. I think it’s because whenever I was stressed as a kid, I would find solace in the comfort of my best buddy, Snowball. Now as an adult, my sleepytime brain goes “stress = Snowball” and I have a nightmare about him, rather than find comfort from him.
So sorry you had such a crappy, crappy dream I hate those.
Boy, did this thread pop up at the right time.
Last night I dreamt I had a condiment bar installed into my thighs. Snoop-Dogg wanted to taste my hot sauce.
The three of us, all still blissful and weak-kneed from the experience, hobbled back down to where we were supposed to be, and collapsed against the wall. One of the other people asked us what it was like, and I waved the question off, being too shy to admit it. One of the two other people who’d been attacked by the wave told them they should go look for the wave themselves, because they’d feel about 100 times better than they ever had before.