Last night I had 2 dreams, both of which involved animals.
Dream #1
I don’t remember much of them but the first one had a small cat that bit my index finger and wouldn’t let go. I wielded it like a bat smashing it into things but it wouldn’t let go. In the dream it actually hurt. When it finally let go I snagged on some skin between the webbing of my hand and yanked away.
Dream #2.
I dreamt I awoke as I normally do, with the combination of my wake up service phone call and my alarm clock. (I am a very heavy sleeper. Normally my cat sleeps under the blankets with me and I didn’t think anything of it when there was a movement underneath the blanket but atop the sheet since that is exactly where he sleeps. But then I turned over and got a big wet dog kiss from my sister’s dead poodle. She snuggled up to me and I pet her for a few minutes trying to figure out how she got there. Then she ran into the other room and I woke up for real with the phone service wake up call… and a few minutes later the alarm clock.
Those are my two most recent dreams, both of which happened last night.
In the most recent dream I can remember (night before last), a co-worker of mine was on the news because she found our Governor unconscious at a rest stop and took him to the emergency room. In the dream, she had no idea who he was and said she would have done the same for anyone.
I told her about the dream yesterday. She was pleased.
Very timely, dorkus, I wanted to post about my dreams from last night too.
I also had two:
Both happened in some large stage hall, like you would see a play on.
The first one was the last episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer*, only for some reason live on stage instead of on TV. I was incredible. Even though the last ep is still many weeks off.
Well, afterward, a bunch of stuff I don’t remember happened and then I was in the elevator with Sarah Michelle Gellar and James Marsden as they were leaving the building, and I chatted with them for a few minutes and walked outside with them to their car. I think it was like a beat-up Jeep or something.
They got in and left and as they drove out of the parking lot I fell over into a snow pile and shouting in anguish, “Sarah, I love you and your show!”
Seems I’m going to miss the show ending more than I thought.
The second dream was in the same place and seemingly the same night, but it was connected to another dream I had months and/or years ago, where I had a part in some Star Trek spinoff.
Again, the actors were there and were doing their show and I started talking to them and they remembered me. So they asked me to tag along and - again, we were in an elevator - though for some odd reason it was smaller, brighter, and sounded like a turbolift. We were crowded in there, them in their Trek uniforms and me in regular old jeans, and then the dream flip-flopped between us doing another actual episode with me in engineering and things blowing up and then the nest thing I knew the elevator opened and it was a convention where Trekies had come to see their favorite stars.
And holey crap! There was a stand there with my name on it and the name of my character with rank and position and stuff for me to sign for the masses.
I want it known right now that these are the very best dreams I have had in close to two years. All the others have revolved around death, destruction, the end of the world and other calamities, and I am very glad to get these on the boards so they are not forgotten!!!
How weird, I had a recurring dream last night that I felt was odd enough that I should post about it, and I did not see this thread at the time. It’s in the thread titled ‘Spooky Recurring Dream.’
I had a rather scary dream. My mother was picking me up from the airport. We got out to the parking garage. Suddenly we see this guy driving one of those Toyota 4x4s with the high wheels (it was dark blue) and he was driving around recklessly, running into cars and trying to run people over. A moment later he got out and produced a machine gun. He started firing at people. Several people cwho were panicking and screaming came running towards my mom and I, where we were apparently out of range. All I remember saying before waking up was, “where the hell is the airport security when you really need them?!”
I dreamed I was in a high school drama class with my brother and my girlfriend. Everyone in the class was assigned one part of a scene to do. Get up on the stage, say your line, let the next person up.
Everyone else had short lines, 3 or 4 words. My line ended up being an entire sentence or two. And I had to sing it.
I should at this point mention that I HATE performing, or generally being the center of attention. This is not a good dream.
Anyway, my brother’s turn comes (he’s an actor in real life, musical theatre). He says his eminently forgettable 3 or 4 words, and it’s my turn. So I walk up to stage, extremely nervous, just barely get any sound of the first word out and my voice falters.
I stop, say “I’m not doing this.” and leave the class.
Interpretation:
It starts out as a variation of the standard naked in school dream, or unprepared for a test, generally disadvantaged and nervous in front of peers dream.
But the end, where one might think that I failed, actually felt more like rising above the petty and stupid expectations and conventions that we’re all subjected to. I’m not in high school anymore, I don’t have to put up with that sort of crap.
Just the other night I dreamt that I was a sort of Emma Peel secret agent type, complete with black leather catsuit! I was forever darting into public restrooms to change my disguise, or retrieve the dead letter drop, or to elude my enemies. When I woke up I realized that I really needed to go to the bathroom!
I dreamed I was ice skating laps, at impossible speeds, around a huge, cavernous airport terminal, which was nearly empty except for a Houston Rockets basketball game going on at one end. Every time I skated past the game, I could see the Rockets’ coach shouting at Yao Ming for having made some mistake or another.
Havn’t a clue what, if anything, all this might have meant.
Wowie, Badtz, talk about synchronicity. It is like at my office when a few of the guys and gals all wear the same color pants and shirts almost every day. And it isn’t like they are wearing Richie Rich uniforms either. They just pick the same color clothes to wear every day.
I dreamt that a co-worker of mine was a celebrated mezzo-soprano (yes, the word “mezzo-soprano” actually flitted through my head while I was dreaming). When I described this to her today at work, I told her she was dressed like Marie Antoinette with the high, powdered wig and the skirt with panniers. The weird thing is that she didn’t look at all like herself in my dream, but I knew that’s who it was. She sang a snippet of a song I can’t recall in a foreign language I didn’t recognize.
And then I moved on to something else which I can’t remember.
I dreamed that I was in my room, standing at the foot of my bed folding clothes. Suddenly, I heard these voices out of nowhere. Two men were shouting:
“No! No! Pull up! Pull up! What are you doing? NOOO!”
I looked out my window toward the front of the house. I catch a very brief glimpse of a small plane headed straight at the house. The plane hits, and suddenly a jolt of electricity surges through my body. It was like I had dropped a hairdryer into the bathtub or something. I hunkered down over the bed, frying, trying not to throw up.
Man, that one was weird. I woke up and my body was tingly. I really thought I was dying!
I had a boring dream last night. I was having a conversation with my sister about something I don’t remember and then I was back in school. Nothing happened there either.
