1)Having people who are not my rommates suddenly sharing a dorm with me, which has incidentally been moved from the Smoky Mountains to a holiday in in Tampa, Florida. We can only stay in rooms for an hour, though. After an hour, we have to move all of our stuff to another room.
2)Having lunch in a Parisian Cafe with Robert Altman, who keeps on pressuring me into doing shots of hard liquor. I don’t know Robert Altman, nor have I been to Paris.
Unfortunately, I never have fun dreams like flying or falling. Once I did dream that I was falling off my bed, and woke up with a start, though I wasn’t falling.
I could probably post a new bizarre dream everyday.
Last night,
I dreamt that I was riding in a roller coaster with Eminem and
50 cent. Around and around. Then at this one spot in the ride we would get shot at. It was a flat spot in the ride. We would all duck down to avoid the gunshots. 50 cent and Eminem were a couple cars ahead of me, so I didn’t talk to them.
Alot of my other dreams usually include a couple people that I know, but have never met each other. For example, One of my friends, and my Dad will be hanging out. And they’ve never even met in real life.
I’ve got some really weird dreams, too. One night I dreamt that I was trying to break into a government Web site via a PacMan machine. When I tried to hack in, I was presented with this firewall page. But instead of having a standard message, there was an image of a guy in a shower cap taking a shower. He was really tall and built. When I tried to hack in, the image gave this really irritated sigh. I tried again, and the guy yelled “Dammit!!” So I walked away into a different room where all of a sudden I decided to read a book. I didn’t realize that the book was about me until later. Then I got to the end and found out that I was a gay man, which was funny since I’m a girl. Although you could say I’m a gay man in a woman’s body. Oh, well. I thought it was funny…
Apparently I woke my fiance up during this dream because I was laughing so hard in my sleep. He says this is a pretty common ocurrence. I occaisionally wake myself up giggling.
Pretty much all my dreams are bizarre. (One of my friends says her dreams are basically repeats of her everyday life, which I think is so sad.)
That being said, here’s one of my favorite recurring ones from when I was a kid:
One of my older sisters (12 years older) and I were walking through a mall. There was a cool model of a shoe store, almost like a terrarium, in a glass case about the size of a 10-gallon tank. We stopped to look, her holding my hand. The walls were lined with shelves with shoes on them, and the free-standing racks were all shiny brass. The flooring appeared to be a two-tone yellow-gold shag carpet. Suddenly, we were in the shoe shop.
My sister started talking to the proprietor, and I wandered around looking at shoes. I then picked my nose and wiped it on one of the shoe racks. (Hey, I was a little kid.) I then wandered down a hallway (which wasn’t in the model; the model only contained the main room of the shoe store) that had a gray concrete floor. To my left were rooms with doorways, but no doors. The walls were made of that cheap, ugly plywood paneling, and the rooms were about 10 feet square.
The first room was empty, and I walked past it. In the second room, though, there was a bald, tattooed guy sitting on a plain wooden barstool playing an acoustic guitar.
Two nights ago, I dreamt about a fox that was an incarnation of God, or possessed by Jesus, or something, because he could talk to me and I was convinced he was the messiah. I carried him around in my arms as I ran through a hotel and city streets, being chased by a man and a woman who were after the fox. The fox and I had a bond between us, and I strongly felt that he was a human being in an animal’s body.
I was in the Service department of my car dealership receiving serious attitude from the Customer Service Reps. I was giving attitude back and at the same time very disappointed in the people around who were accepting the rude treatment. I stood up and started to lecture the group until I evoked some emotion in them, then stormed out. The sales Manager took me aside and asked me why I had lost my cool so I gave him a stern ranting. I finally found my car which was an oily industrial sewing machine. I woke up in a rage and couldn’t wait to get back to sleep so I could give those service reps more shit. Good thing I kept my pants (I always lose my pants in my dreams)
You know who Bonnie Hunt is, right? Blonde Irish-American actress from Chicago, very funny and friendly. Used to be a nurse before she got into acting. Has had a couple of TV series, including Life With Bonnie, which are always about family and friends and community.
Two nights ago I dreamed she did a TV series before her current one in which she played a pediatrician at a big hospital. In one season of the series they brought in Russell Crowe (before he was well-known) for a story arc in which she has a steamy romance with a new doctor at the hospital. Now that he is a Big Star, these are considered the “lost episodes” and are much in demand on eBay.
My dreams? HEH! (The other night Arnold (Terminator) was my boss. Fun to watch him beat-up rude customers…)
-Running super-speed/super-slow, flying wings/float/swimming through air, falling, dying
-Human, walking dead, a girl/guy, a monster that roars.
-Driving, eating, stabbing, screaming with/without voice
-Animals that become people, people that become animals/objects (but they are still the people they started as)
-Telekinesis, control over dreams, waking myself-up.
-Dreams that the house is always the same one: a mansion with floors upon floors/rooms upon room with hidden passages, attics, underground tunnels.
And oh so much more… I do get an occasional boring dream.
The other night I had a dream that I was walking by the liquor store from which I recently lost my job (which really happened). I saw there were people inside so I went in and I realized that the man sitting inside was Stephen King and that he was the new boss. I started chatting with him and then I started looking around the store to see if anything was different. I went into the back storage room and the shelves were lined with all sorts of cereal boxes.
Stephen King I can explain. Cereal boxes I can not.
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I am a mostly unsuccessful lucid dreamer (I have had one or two very short, but very memorable ones)
Lucid dreaming aside, I have had many (not loads) of dreams that could be clasified as ‘bizarre’, but which are more deserving of terms like ‘epic’, ‘other-worldly’, ‘euphoric’. Dreams involving secret societies with magnificent, futuristic headquarters. Dreams of love and companionship that make the best waking love story look like an emotionless waste of film/paper.
Once I dreamt I was smelling a blue rose and suddenly I couldn’t talk or breathe.
Another time I dreamt I was sitting on the couch and two women burst in, uninvited, and accused me of stealing thier aquarium. I argued that I had had that aquarium for three years but they wouldn’t listen. The next day at work (still in the dream) they show up again and this time accuse me of assault and battery. Instead of screaming at them this time I feel really scared, but fortunately my co-workers all stick up for me, including this girl who has detested me for the past year and my current boyfriend.
I had a dream just last Sunday morning that my table was out of donuts, so I went and sat down at the next table, uninvited, next to my old friend Kim Basinger and took one of her donuts.
Also at the table were her new husband, Kevin Bacon, and also Gilbert Godfried.
The topic of conversation was geology, since the gathering was a convention for amateur rockhounds.
I soon realized that I had been rude by not first asking for one of their donuts, so I apologized, and was kindly scolded by Kim. She then introduced me to Kevin, and we exchanged pleasantries.
The night before last I had a dream about a friend of mine. She took off her pyjama bottoms to reveal black panties (which was strange, because she “goes commando”). The unbuttoned her blouse, but I couldn’t quite see her breasts. Maybe just a glimpse. She climed into bed with me and then…
I woke up. I always wake up from erotic dreams before they get to the good part.
Last night I had a dream that I was driving a “new” white Cadillac. (Actually, it was one of those huge ones from teh late-1960s. Funny thing is, I don’t like very large cars.) I was backing it up and, being unused to such large vehicles, managed to sideswipe a parked car.
When I was five I had a dream that Endora (from Bewitched set my mother’s head on fire. I screamed and pleased to put the fire out. She did, and my mother’s head was a perfect globe of ash. When she reached up to touch her head, I could hear the sound of the ash being crushed under her fingers.
Around the same time I had a dream that people could take their ears off if they didn’t want to hear something.
I’ve had two dreams (years ago) that were like mini-movies. Very complex and entertaining. Maybe I’ll post them later.
I was looking down upon the earth (not too high up) and became aware that I was floating. I wore a greek style robe/dress and this feeling of pure goodness swept through me for the earth that I was tending (I was a Goddess… Demeter?). Somehow without seeing myself in a mirror, I could tell that my gown was shifting out all around me as if by a magical breeze, my hair was long and flowing about me, and whatnot. I slowly flew along to see what the people of the earth were doing and noticed after a bit this intense and huge shadow that fell across the land. This was an evil trying to claim my earth! Looking up, I saw this huge blackened globe cracked with fire looming over me and I knew I had to protect my people with my powers.
Note: I didn’t know what these powers were and there wasn’t any demonstration of them, I only knew after a point that the evil was receding, I had won.
Looking down again, the earth had become a darkened map with tiny lights to show cities and towns, and I felt very far away from it. I looked at different parts of the map for a few moments and then woke up.
I don’t often float or fly in my dreams but when I do, I go lucid. I know I am dreaming at that point and DAMN, it’s cool!
I, too, could post a dream very day for you here. I just might try to post the really odd ones. I mean, really odd. I wish I could record them for others to see, some of the dreams I have are just so amazing!
One of my most recent dreams: I was walking with a mass of people around me. I was wearing a black suit, and I had a coffin draped in an American Flag on my shoulder, like a pallbearer. I remember the smell of sweat (it was a very hot, very bright) day. I knew I had been walking for hours. I was dusty, filthy, sweat stung my eyes. Finally, we stopped. We set the coffin down and opened it. There were rocks inside. Then I woke up.
Here is one I’d like some opinions on. When I was younger, I had a lot of nightmares. A LOT! I figured out that most were a image of my dad (he was an abuser) but this one makes me wonder.
I was in my real house (a childhood house) and everything looked the same, nothing out of place. I was walking towards the kitchen when out of nowhere all this white gloves (just gloves, no arms or bodies) flew at me and started tickling me. I… could… not… get… away! This was a terrifying dream! I screamed and tried to get away but I could not escape these horrible gloves. Everywhere I went, they were there to tickle me. They came out from inside cabinets, doors, drawers… everywhere! I woke up so scared, I mean terrifed! From that point on, I have slept with my arms tight across my chest to keep from being tickled.
Sounds silly and such but I can’t sleep without my arms like this though I’ll wake up with my arms over my head sometimes or lying at my sides. Tickling isn’t normally a scary thing but this dream was AWFUL! Am I nuts?
I have this dream where my mother-in-law is bound, gagged, and stuffed in the trunk of my car.
Oh wait, that’s not at all what y’all are talking about, is it?
On lucid dreaming: Anyone else have “bad” lucid dreams? Not bad as far as being nightmarish, but the few lucid dreams I have had (and they tend to come in runs of five or six nights in a row, every once in a while) nothing quite works.
I’m lucid enough to know it’s a dream, that I should have control, but it all falls apart. I try to fly, and I can’t stay off the ground for more than a minute or two. Or I’ll find myself in the midst of (as a recent example) a barfight, and despite the fact that I should be able to wade through it, out the door, and into some other setting, I keep getting knocked down in the general melee, or grabbed by some anonymous combatant just as I reach the “old western” style swinging doors.
It’s more than a little frustrating, when it happens. Actually, it’s a lot frustrating. On the few occasions when I do gain complete control, I always wake up about thirty seconds after doing so.
It’s like my own subconscious is afraid of me having a good time. Some folks have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other.
Me, I seem to have Woody Allen instead of an angel.
If you cannot fly or float for a long time that usually means you have some rl problem weighing you down (“to earth”). You can fly when your problems are lifted from your shoulders. The higher you get, the better you are feeling.
I had one flying dream where I thought I might go into space because I was SO high! I looked up and saw the darkness of space just mere feet from me (like I know what this really looks like but it felt too close). That’s when I got scared and woke up.
