At the end of the corridor is the elevator shaft. Look carefully before stepping in.
Where was I?
In room 7 in a bathtub with a hat on.
OK, Beck. I will try to meet you there around 2 A.M. your time. I warn you, though, if I see creepy twins or an axe-wielding Jack Nicholson, I’m running screeching back to my own real bedroom.
Yay! I’ll dream up some snacks to gorge on and Champagne. Completely diabetic safe, of course. Hey, it’s my dream.
It’s 10 pm on the West coast, and 1 am on the east coast. A whole lot of the posters in this thread are green. Are you sure Dopers sleep?
Oh, yes, I like to be as cuckoo as I can! 
It helps keep other peoples’ expectations of me real low! Just a while back, we had a thread about dream interpretations where I wrote this, about dreams where people have connection problems.
Don’t dream of bathrooms. That means you really have to pee!
~VOW
Wow! Just Wow.
Hey there was a Becky in that thread. Who knew?
NO KIDDING!
(TMI ALERT AHEAD!)
I’ve got my share of, um, senior male problems, and this really does happen. A lot! I have lengthy and frequent dreams of endless peeing before I actually wake up and take care of it. I am continually astonished that I don’t actually pee in bed in my sleep. So far, that’s never happened – yet.
Yep, TMI a bit. But funny. Sorry don’t mean to laugh at you. I’m thinking of the dream scenario…sorry… I can’t breathe now.
Ok, ok…nope… still giggling.
Very nice of you to share:D
Okay, already, here’s my Straight Dope Dreams story.
I spend a lot of time vegging out in front on a computer screen, reading stuff on-line. The vast bulk of this web reading I do consists of mostly plain text sites, like SDMB and newspaper articles and op-eds, as opposed to lots of videos and other multi-media stuff.
So I’m sitting for hours reading page after page of plain-ish text, like SDMB, Washington Post, Huff Post, Raw Story, etc.
Then I go to bed and go to sleep.
And I dream of … wait for it …
… plain text.
I see, in restless dreams, page after page of plain text scrolling in front of my visual field. If I’ve been reading SDMB, in particular, it might be broken up into a sequence of little boxes like individual posts. For a while, I will be reading this text in my dream.
Then, I will begin to find that it gets harder to read. Then, fairly quickly, I’ll discover that I’m unable to read the text all as it scrolls by. Whenever I try to focus my attention on one line, that line will have words changing so rapidly it is just a blur.
Then, I’ll think: But I was just reading this stuff successfully a moment ago. And then I’ll realize I have no idea what I’ve just been reading. So I’ll go back to the top of the page or screen and try to read it all again from the beginning, only to discover that now I can’t read any of it at all. Then I start to feel real confused. Then I’ll wake up.
Really. That is a recurrent dream that I’ve had often after spending too much time reading stuff on-line. It’s part of a more general pattern I’ve noticed in a lot of dreams: A dream will seem logical and sensible (sort-of) for a while and will follow some more-or-less coherent story line for a while. But always, after a while, the dream will begin to break up, and become less coherent and more garbled, and whatever story line was there will become jumbled or stuck and stop moving forward. Then, when the dream becomes hopeless mired, I wake up.
The **Beck **is my shepherd; I shall not want.
She maketh me to lie down in green pastures: she leadeth me beside the still waters.
She restoreth my soul: she leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Beck art with me; her rod and her staff, they comfort me.
Beck has preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: **Beck **has anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Beck for ever.
Beck, if you want to know one of the dumbest (or smartest) things I’ve ever done in my life (which basically consists of preaching the 23rd Psalm in downtown Toronto), contact me by PM. Yes, I did preach the word in Dundas Square. Nuf said for now.
Omg. I feel omnipotent.
(Spoons, dude!)
How did you recognize everyone? Do you know all those dopers or did they have name tags? I didn’t get one!
Dennis
I don’t how I knew who was who.
Oh, you were there! (:))
Well, I was there. Where were you?
Kidding. I dreamed about one of my sisters…Hey, maybe that was you!
Which one?
Hey, baby, what are you wearing?
This is weird, but I had a Dope dream two nights ago too - my first. I was in my basement, and Jerry Seinfeld and Engineer_comp_geek were outside working on my house, doing something like replacing the siding. I remember wanting to see what ECG looks like, but all I could see were his legs through the window.
Then Jerry and ECG got in an argument and started punching each other. I was thinking it was out of character for Jerry because usually he just cracks jokes, but it seemed totally normal in my dream that ECG would punch someone.
Now in my awake state, I can imagine Jerry punching someone way before I could ever see ECG doing that. Not sure where my brain was.
A parka and cut-off jeans. Barefoot, of course. The squishy floor seemed molten and hot but it didn’t burn my feet. I had a weird bag on my arm. It had papers in it.