Dreams, that is. I had one last night. It was part of a series of reccuring ones in which I have to save my mom from the Pirates of the Caribean(yes, from Disneyland).
I also have been having another one where I am a super-secret ninja-spy trying to steal plans for these really cool space-jets.
What have you been dreaming of lately?
Ayesha has never seen a lemur’s penis.
Tits.
Most of my dreams latley have included bridges and water. I do have this one recurring dream of me riding the subway, then a train across a bridge, back to the subway, then to a dock and onto a large boat. I’ve had it at least 4 or 5 times in the past 2 years. I’ve actually come to like this dream, even though there is no destination or plot to it, I wake up in the morning comforted by it.
I’ll buy that for a dollar.
Being late for finals. Not having attended a class all semester, & final are today. (I’m not in college anymore).
Also, drowning.
Fun nights, huh? 
You should tell the truth, expose the lies and live in the moment."-Bill Hicks
“You should tell the lies, live the truth and expose yourself.” - Bill Clinton
Hmm the most vivid recent one was i’m in this kind of jail/mental institution (a la Hell Raiser II), and i’m trying to keep this psychotic patient who I suspect is posessed in his room, using a lock that is set using a string. Behind me is some sort of demon trying to get me to fail. Suddenly i turn to leave, and i’m walking through this crowd of bleeding zombies (practically gushing). Quite vivid I must say. I wouldn’t say it was a nightmare, because I really didn’t feel scared at all.
I don’t seem to have many, or am unable to remember them… whatever. It’s rare that I wake up with even a hint of what I dreamt the night before, but last night I had a long, and particularly frustrating dream - having to be somewhere at a particular time to meet someone, but everything prevented me from getting there (traffic, crowds of people, getting lost, time moving faster…).
I think I know what this means in my real life, and it’s not good…
Lacey
“Casey got hit with a bucket o’ ****
and the baaannnnddd plaaayyed onnnnnnn…”
Let’s see… I don’t remember too many recent dreams, but there are a few from my childhood that seem to come to mind…
the earliest one I can remember, was where I was dreaming that I was laying in my bed (original, I know), on my back, and there was this green transparent face floating about a foot from mine, and no matter how much I shook my head, it stayed right in front of my eyes, moving as I moved. I can only describe the face as a cross between Alfred Hitchcock and Vincent Price.
I also remember dreaming of various girls from school at one time or another, then having a major crush on that girl for a while after that… kinda weird…
I don’t suffer from insanity…
I enjoy every minute of it!
Anthropomorphic frankfurters chasing anthropomorphic doughnuts through the Holland Tunnel, screaming “Hey-bob-a-ree-bob.”
Uke
Democritus,
:o You ** promised ** not to tell anyone about that ! :o
I have dreamed about this board and it’s members. It’s kind of strange to dream about people you have never met.
** Will you people stay out of my head ?! **
" The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference."
Elie Wiesel
Voted SDMB Biggest Flirt (Female) and Least Shy (No Mom, I have no idea why they think that)
Sorry Ayesha. Since I changed my sig, no one will know now that you have never seen a lemur’s penis!
Mike Mulligan had a steam shovel,
a beautiful red steam shovel.
Her name was Mary Anne.
Funny, I have the exact same dream. Often. I haven’t been in school for almost 20 years. I haven’t been to class for the entire semester, and I have to find the room where the final exam is being held, without the campus paper announcing the locations.
I also dream about driving my old station wagon (a '57 Ford tank).
Sometimes, the dreams are so vivid, when I awake, I can’t really tell the difference between the dream and reality.
Not voted most anything
Dude, those weren’t secret plans, they were copies of my taxes. And that “ninja suit” you were wearing looked a lot like your Spiderman pajamas. Damn, Demo, I wish you’d stay out of my room at night.
Last night I dreamed about the two laptops I need to configure for 2 construction sites.
Sheesh – I live a borning life!
I dreamed I was in Manderlay again . . .
I’m keeping my most recent dreams to myself, but I’ll share a really weird one that I had not-so-long-ago.
My friend Catte and I were staying at a huge hotel in between Des Moines and Iowa City (this being really weird in and of itself, as one would either stay in Des Moines OR Iowa City) with her parents, who, for some reason, we addressed as “Buzz” and “Clink”, rather than by their actual names. Early on in the dream, we sat down in the hotel restaurant, which had a really strange MO…a guest had to challenge the cook for his/her dinner. If you could make your dinner faster than the cook could, you could eat, and it would be free. If the cook won the race, you didn’t get to eat at all. We won our dinners, and then left “Buzz” and “Clink” in the restaurant whilst we went on an exploration of the hotel.
We ended up sitting in this giant, high-school-cafeteria-esque room, at one of the tables, giggling and reading magazines. We were joined by some guy Catte knew, and his way-too-old-to-be-dressed-like-a-metalhead friend. I was flipping through an old issue of Rolling Stone, and I came across an old picture of Leif Garrett. After I was done swooning, I asked, “Whatever happened to Leif Garrett, anyway?” Turned out that the WTOTBDLAM guy WAS Leif Garrett. Much silliness ensued, and then the guys asked if they could join us in our hotel room. We told them that they could…if they could find it. Then we left the cafeteria and continued exploring the hotel.
We walked into a large banquet room, filled with people who were evidently having a Barbie convention. NOT trading Barbies, or selling them, or talking about how much they liked them…the people were dressed like them. And they were all really, really OLD. Even the men who were there were dressed like Ken dolls, complete with plastic hair. And they were none too happy with Catte and I for walking into their party. They all started yelling at us and some tried to chase us. So we screamed and ran away, naturally.
We didn’t know our room number…we found it by listening at doors till we heard her parents snores, which sounded like “buzzing” and “clinking”. And then I woke up.
Figger that shit out.
“I like toast.” 
Ever read The Mist by Stephen King? I had a similar dream last night - no mist, but big blundering things stomping around the land, scaring all us tiny people. The only one I remember distinctly was a HUGE cowboy on a horse. Weird.
StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.”
Well, you’re getting a nice big return and I know you like my Spidey Underoos, so stop your complainin’!
Mike Mulligan had a steam shovel,
a beautiful red steam shovel.
Her name was Mary Anne.
Most of what I have been dreaming has not changed much from what I have had dreams about for the major portion of my sleeping life. Last night’s edition was a pretty typical example:
I was walking down 8th Street after dark and paused to look up at the moon, which was full, and when I looked back down there was a woman standing in front of me. She looked to be about 30something but had pepper grey hair and startling blue eyes. I tried to walk around her but she wouldn’t let me pass. I tried to shove her out of the way but she remained firm in her stance. I tried to talk to her, to ask her to let me pass but all that came from my mouth was a strange screeching sound. As I was about to cross the street, in an effort to avoid the situation totally, she pulled out a knife and slit her wrists. I just stood there, mute and shocked. She reached out to me and screamed and began to fall down. I reached out to try to catch her but when I did, the knife plunged into my gullet and she disappeared. I was left bleeding on the sidewalk, confused, then I woke up.
God, I love to sleep. It makes me so happy. It’s like taking a visit to Pinhead’s Playhouse. Mmmmmm.
What am I supposed to say? I killed the President of Paraguay with a fork. How are you? --GPB
Most of what I have been dreaming has not changed much from what I have had dreams about for the major portion of my sleeping life. Last night’s edition was a pretty typical example:
I was walking down 8th Street after dark and paused to look up at the moon, which was full, and when I looked back down there was a woman standing in front of me. She looked to be about 30something but had pepper grey hair and startling blue eyes. I tried to walk around her but she wouldn’t let me pass. I tried to shove her out of the way but she remained firm in her stance. I tried to talk to her, to ask her to let me pass but all that came from my mouth was a strange screeching sound. As I was about to cross the street, in an effort to avoid the situation totally, she pulled out a knife and slit her wrists. I just stood there, mute and shocked. She reached out to me and screamed and began to fall down. I reached out to try to catch her but when I did, the knife plunged into my gullet and she disappeared. I was left bleeding on the sidewalk, confused, then I woke up.
God, I love to sleep. It makes me so happy. It’s like taking a visit to Pinhead’s Playhouse. Mmmmmm.
What am I supposed to say? I killed the President of Paraguay with a fork. How are you? --GPB