I must have lots of suppressed issues or something. I have dreams where people piss me off and I wake up angry at them.
Just this morning, I woke up angry at all my coworkers. In the dream, we’d all been sent off for training or seminars or something - it was a week-long adventure away from home. On the last day, I said to one of my coworkers “We should take one of these tours before we go home.” She informed me that they’d already taken all of them. I asked why no one mentioned going to me. She said, “You eat your lunch alone.” And at that point, I awoke.
Actually, when I have travel, I do prefer to eat alone - unless I can hook up with some local Dopers. I consider travel to be mini-vacations where, apart from required duties, I can have some “me” time - no chores, no pets, no demands on me. Plus most of my coworkers are fresh out of college, so when they’re on the road, they want to check out clubs and restaurants and things to do. I’m am old fart - I just want to chill. And, in reality, I do get invites from my coworkers, but I think they’ve learned that I prefer solitude on the road.
So there is sorta some basis for the dream. Still, she didn’t have to be so snotty about it…
I dreamt that DeHusband was having an affair with some girl from his office and, when confronted, just laughed and then ignored me. :mad: I woke up and hit him with a pillow. And he had the audacity to be angry about being so rudely awakened. Now whenever I say I’m angry with him, DeHusband asks if it’s something he’s actually done or am I just making stuff up in my sleep again.
LOL! Yes, but it is sort ofo nice when wakefulness creeps in and one kind of calms down and cheer up a little.
Torubel is, if the co-worker in the dream really did match/represent a real co-worker, I bet you had to keep reminding yourself not to bear a grudge against her for her snottiness.
Yep. Been there, done that. On more than one occasion, too. I’ve woken up mad at my husband, my daughter, friends, you name it.
Once I had a dream that I was having a fling with a man who, in real life, I am not even remotely attracted to. I woke up mad AND grossed out - then had to talk to the guy that evening!
I often have traumatic dreams where my family (IRL very loving, rational, caring people) are terribly cruel to me. In the dream, I end up crying, and they ignore it. My body is wracked with sobs, so bad that I can’t breathe. I wake up struggling to inhale.
I hate those dreams.
Then again, I sometimes have dreams where I physically attack people who annoy me. When I’m awake, I very rarely have violent urges, but in dreams I like to bash people in the face with my teeny fist as hard as I can. Usually the annoying person thinks I’m kidding, and suffers no physical damage, so I punch him again. And again.
That’s odd Podkayne, I also have dreams where I physically attack someone. They’ve usually done something really awful (that they’d never do in real life), and I’m aslo able to inflict more damage in my dream than I ever could in reality. It makes me feel really guilty, like I have the violent side to me that I’m not aware of.
Lucky for me, this isn’t an issue. IRL, the coworker is a real pain in the butt, so it’s easy to hold a grudge. If I was so inclined. But I’m professional, so I don’t…
I always wake up angry. Luckily, my husband is less of a morning person than I am, and even if he gets up before me, he rarely attains full consciousness before I cheer upa bit. I am the first person at work, so I can knuckle-walk around snarling and chugging tea before anyone else gets there. By the time patients start arriving I am usually at the supressed-muttering stage. Then I can usually crawl a little higher on the food chain and join the human race.
How about misleading dreams of efficiency, and waking up falsely “happy”? Example - oh good, nothing too worrying right now, becasuse of course, I have just cleverly gone and paid the council tax, and I got money and bought bread and cat food and cheese, and oh hell, no I didn’t. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Those ones make the waking up quite nice…but not for long!
A week or so ago, I had a dream that I was having the best orgasm ever. The “camera” exactly mimicked one scene in Fight Club where you just see Marla on the bed, and you just kind of focus on her, and then the camera tilts up… And then I saw who was giving me my awesome orgasm–my piano teacher! He’s a few years older than me and attractive enough, but I had never felt anything for him. After that dream, though, I have a little crush on him now.
I had a dream that I was badly hurt in a really strange way but my mom didn’t want to take me to the ER because she was too tired. I woke up feeling somewhat betrayed, but then the next day my mom drove 2.5 hours on a whim to hang out with me, so I felt better about that.
I have very vivid dreams every night, so I always wake up feeling some emotion or another towards the people who happened to be in my dream.
Actually, my experience is almost completely opposite of this. I have horrid, vivid, violent dreams with (According to most people I talk to about it, alarming) regularity. I wake up from a dream involving death by torture of several people, and camels (don’t ask - this is a specific example, that’s all) with collateral damage all over the place, and was thinking that there were some neat points to it. I’ve had dreams where I wake up pissed or so, but that usually fades quickly.
I’ve gotten to the point where I hate ‘good’ dreams. You know, the ones where you’re happy, content, have all the things that you might want, and it’s just a normal day in your perfect life.
I’ve woken up terrified–heart pounding, pulse racing, metallic tang in my mouth.
Trouble is, whenever somebody wakes me up all of a sudden, I get completely disoriented and let out a gasping little scream at seeing a stranger in my room.
I had a dream in which (and obviously the time-sense in dreams is different) I was imprisioned, sentenced to death, and NO, I had not done whatever it was, and in the dream I would go from terror and despair to a sort of resignation, then hear that there was another hope for an appeal, then that failed, then repeat terror, desperation and then a bit of hope and so on.
Interestingly, the dream ended with me being really very resigned and ok about this, although regretful. Didn’t want to open my eyes on waking, so as to have a minute or two more alive before “they” came to get me. But wakefulness gradually crept in, albeit slowly, and I began to think it was perhaps a dream, but did not want to allow myself even to think or hope so…wow - I was strangely cheerful at breakfast that day. :wally
(btw - We don’t even have the death penalty* where I live, so I dunno what generally embedded scariness I have)
I love dream discussions. I only had one where I woke up angry at my husband for something in the dream. It took me about half the day before I realized why I was angry. :smack:
A former co-worker, who was IRL a very calm and pleasant person as far as we could tell, said he had incredibly violent dreams. He once dreamed that he had been ordered to kill everyone in our office, and recalled all the details precisely, how this person tried to hide under his desk, but Dreamer got him anyway, and that person tried to escape out the back door, but Dreamer blased through the door with an automatic weapon, etc. This kind of dream was apparently a common event with him.
My husband has occasional dreams that result in him sitting straight up in bed and loudly asking me “Honey- WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER MUFFIN?!” . Then he falls right back and sleeps peacefully while I am trying to resart my heart. It is not always muffins. Once he demanded more bread, another time the beer was coming. He never remembers the dreams, or even saying these things. Waking him up immediately and interrogating him yielded nothing. Mabey this is why I wake up mad. There is a carbohydrate-based mystery in my life, and I shall never solve it.
This morning I had a dream where I was thinking about the homework I had to do and what times I was going to do what. I thought “I’ll do my Chem lab on Saturday, and I’ll write my English paper on Sunday”. So when I woke up today (Sunday morning) I thought “Okay, I already finished my Chem lab, now I just have to do the English paper”. Then I realized it was a dream and I still have both of them to do.
