the dream thread

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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I was going to make a stories out of some of my dreams, but I changed my mind because dreams make crappy stories. Instead I decided to make a dream thread, so post your dreams too.

Two nights ago I had a dream

I went mountain biking on a deeply banking trail on a mountains side near a busy freeway. And it didn’t go well.

That same night I had another dream.

I was staying up late studying for a precalculus exam that was about to take place in less than a full day. It was 1:30am, and my eyes were were warm and heavy. My motivation gone, and my bed was tempting me.

My Roommate Kevin came in with a bag. He had some powder in a jar.
He said, " Hey, wanna try this stuff for me? I heard it’s a strong stimulants, its supposed to help people focus, but it’s usually used before work outs."
“You should try it first since you’re a big guy.”

“Oh, thanks” I said. " I need something to wake me up so I can finish studying."
We mixed the powder in a glass of water and I drunk it down.

30 minutes later, my heart was pounding, I was hot, my lips, face and chest blood red. I was seating and shaking. My vision begans to fade to yellow, I felt an intense pressure in my chest, and then emptiness. Complete emptiness in my chest and my vision was gone.
I died, I saw my body lying on the floor, and I realized that I became a ghost.

As a ghost I found I could still interact with objects, but not with people. I decided to get revenge on my room mate by sneaking the powder into his glass.

Strangely when he died, he was not mad. He was cool with it, and we were both ghosts! I then started stealing people’s things since they couldn’t see me. I stole and ate a cheeseburger and a chicken drumstick. I stole a ps3, a bycicle, and then a cell phone.

Afterwards I cried, realizing that my life is truly gone, and no amount of stealing can replace my life. Kevin walked by me in his ghostly body and then said.
“Dude! You are too stupid! It was a prank!” He burst out laughing as he walked up the stairs. He threw off his ghost costume. The costume had a hexagonally shaped skeleton mask, and glowing white sheets the whole time.

I found it hard to believe that I never really died. If I wan’t a ghost that means that people were able to see me. So what were people thinking of me as I stole their stuff?

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The last dream I remember is lying in bed with my aunt as she died. There was a comfortable cool breaze. We were dressed in ivory colour and so were the sheets and curtains which were billowing.

Nice~

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I’ve been having recurring dreams of being within the forests of Mars (yes as in they terraformed her many years from now).

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I have two recurring dreams:

One of them seems to be common to many Dopers, judging from a previous thread I seem to remember on the subject - the dream where I’m back in university, and I haven’t studied for the final exam.

The other recurring dream is that I’m at a campfire and I’ve forgotten to bring the marshmallows. Weird, I know.

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I had a wierd dream. I dreamt that I was connected to someone and that if I concentrated hard enough, I could see them. In the dream, I was awake and in bed, looking up at the ceiling above my bed. The ceiling surface shimmered and then sort of melted away into a vision of their room, but from above. To me, it was totally upside down. They were asleep in bed too. It was like I could see them & they could see me like the two faces might on a playing card.

I reached my hand up towards the portal the same time they did. Somehow I could almost feel the tips of their fingers touching the tips of mine when there was a bright blue spark. All at once, the vison ended, the dream ended, and I sat up in bed realizing that I had been asleep the whole time.

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I had a dream that I was on an airship cruise. It was some kind of steam punk airship, and it big enough to have escalators, a pool, multiple restaurants and bars. It was fun.

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Here’s an extremely memorable dream I had a couple of years ago:

I’m taking a course on Criminology. Throughout the course, the instructor’s subject matter has to do with a very complicated real-life crime, and each class focuses on a particular aspect of that crime. It’s summer time, and the windows are always open. From a distance we can hear an opera being performed. Many operas contain crimes , and some of us notice that in each class, the instructor’s subject matter coincides with the scene in the opera we’re hearing. Because of that, we know ahead of time what subject the instructor will be describing. He starts to get very paranoid, and eventually confesses that he is the real-life criminal.