I once died in a dream. It was after failing to disable a nuclear device that me, my mom, and my best friend had spent hours pouring over the city in the vain hope of finding. It was some kind of mix-up at a science lab. It turns out that it was in my hope chest. My best friend and I pulled it onto my bed to defuse it. I was this close, and it went off.
. . .I kind of have badass dreams.
Something like the being chased and can’t run away/heavy feet and the backseat driving dream, I have recurring a dream about someone threatening/dominating me or someone I care about and I attack them, but no matter how hard I punch them or how many times I shoot them, I don’t do any damage to them, and they laugh at me.
Something like the missing class all semester dream: I sometimes dream that I’m back in the army, I need a haircut, I’m out of shape, out of uniform, I don’t have any boots, or I have a faulty weapon. The guns in my dreams don’t usually work; they often are missing some critical part, like the bolt if it’s a rifle or if it’s a pistol it’s missing the slide.
I always laugh at a funny combo one I got many years ago.
It included falling, dying and flying.
It was a mountainous setting and I tripped and then I experienced a huge fall towards a green patch of grass at the bottom of the mountain.
Somehow I began to realize that I was dreaming so I thought, I should fly and escape this predicament, so I did fly…
…but only after I had made an impact hole in the grass patch. I guess my brain just assumed that I was invulnerable but only after I “died” and fully realized that I had control.
Wow. I get the too-many-teeth dream and the gunk-in-my-mouth dream too, though it’s usually (sorry for graphic ickiness) mucus. I’d prefer it to be gum, though. C’mon brain, be less gross!
A recurring dream for me involves tornadoes. I look out my window and see the NYC skyline, through which several tornado funnels are reaching down like fingers to stab at the buildings in the distance. Like a dozen funnels, all sweeping across NYC. Scares the crap out of me.
But the most common recurring dream for me is amazing for the fact that it stopped, once and for all, when I apparently resolved the issue that was causing it. It’s something so psychologically obvious that I wouldn’t dare write it as a fiction story, because it’s hard to believe the mind really works this way.
The dream, which I had several times each week for many many years, involved the home I grew up in, which in real life my father sold when I was around 23 (20 years ago now). I was never happy that he sold it and have missed it desperately for many years. Anyway, the dream focused on my sneaking back into the house for a visit, despite the new owners living there. When I’d enter, the house would be filled to the brim with trash or clutter, so awful I could barely move around. I’d sneak around trying to prevent the present owners from spotting me. Waking up from these dreams, I always felt depressed and bereft.
Last year I actually got up the nerve to contact the owners and ask to visit the house. They were gracious enough to let me and my sister visit, and we went on a tour. The house had changed, naturally, and while it was very good to see the beautiful old building, it no longer looked like “our” home. And yet I felt that the owners had loved it, and took care of it in their way. Even though I disliked some of the decor choices they’d made, I appreciated why they’d made them.
Since that visit, I’ve never had that dream again. Incredible.
I actually did this recently, and when I was staying over at my parents’ house no less :eek:
In my dream I was in a restroom and decided to relieve myself. I dreamed I was peeing, and yet i still felt like I needed to go. So I thought “let me try really hard to pee again” – then I woke suddenly as I realised I was beginning to pee for real.
I often have dreams of flying and being naked in public and have wondered too why I have them. And I have had dreams of walking on water and even mud some much so that one day I tried crossing some mud and not sinking it in, but of course I did. Some of my dreams seem to be so real that I thought they were. Sometimes I will remember something in the past and wonder rather it really happened or I dreamed it. When I drink Williard Water I have the most vivid dreams of all that they seem so real I wake up and later wonder if I dreamed something or it really happened.
Last night I went to bed drunk, and I was drunk in my dreams. Neat.
My recurring teeth dream involves stitches, like I had my wisdom teeth removed and I’m pulling at the stitches even though I know I shouldn’t, and eventually all my teeth start coming out b/c they’re attached to the stitches.
My flying dreams are more about water. Like I’m on a raft, or in a house, and the water level is rising so I’m floating around on top of it, but I never think it’s dangerous or anything, just kind of pleasant. There’s usually interesting creatures in the perfectly clear water for me to look at.
My variant on the flying dream works like this: I can fly, but only while maintaining a vertical position. I step up into the air as if jumping and land against an upward force, like a magnet… By pushing down harder I go faster horizontally. I can gain altitude by jumping up to higher “levels”, coming down you just land as if jumping but with far less weight and momentum. I LOVE THIS DREAM.
My version is chewing gum. I keep pulling huge chunks of it out of my mouth, but there’s still more clogging up my teeth, till there’s no room in my mouth for more. I think this means we are all sick mo’fo’s. Or, maybe we’re all sane, and it’s the psychologists who are the sick mo’fo’s.
I should’a read down 2 more posts. That’s my ick dream.
Unfortunately, this one isn’t a dream for me. Due to an injury I got when I was 23, that’s the way my jaw actually works. I wish it was just a dream.
I used to have a recurring dream in which I was an american army infantryman engaged in house to house fighting in some mid size french city. My recollections of the dream (I had it hundreds of times) could have been lifted from any one of dozens of war movies, but I clearly remember alot of it, the signs in french, the rubble and debris strewn streets, the weight of my rifle in my hands, trading fire with german infantry on dozens of occasions until at one point my squad rushes into a house and I feel something like getting hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, then I wake up. The dream was not always exactly the same, but it looks like the same town each time. Sometimes I get killed on the first house we search, sometimes the 4th-5th. Its always a surprise to me.
The dreams started when I was about 10, I have not had one for a few years, but for while it was at least once a week.
When I was younger I almost wondered if this was some kinda past life thing, not knowing any better.
All of you are completely insane. I kid, I kid. I don’t have most of these, but I’ve had a couple of flying dreams. Fairly often I have dreams where I get lost in some neighborhood where I’ve never been, and it seems to get larger as I try to get out. Anyone ever had that one?
I get that all the time. Have you ever been tested for sleep apnea?
Until I got married, I never put that dream together with waking up and gasping for breath. I’d dream I had a mouthful of gum or that I’d fallen asleep with a hard candy in my mouth and it went down my throat.
My ex-wife said she would watch me laying there, not breathing for a minute or two and then I’d wake up, take a deep breath and go back to sleep.
I play multiple instruments, and I’ve had variations of the “missed a semester” dream in which I show up to the concert with my oboe, but I was actually supposed to learn the flute part! :smack:
I have the driving dream a lot and it occurs one of two ways: I am driving but my vision is so blurry I might as well be blind, or I am driving and the brakes don’t work right.
I’ve also had the occasional beyond disgusting gunk in my mouth dream. In one dream I was pulling strings and strings of thick, fibrous sewage material from my mouth.
Quoth Angel of the Lord:
You think that’s badass? I had a dream once where I found a black hole in my living room. It was about the size of a softball (yes, I know that’s way too large), and it had a violet glow around the edges (I couldn’t figure out whether that was due to Hawking radiation or accretion of air). Of course, I immediately set about making as many measurements of it as I could, given the materials at hand.
That’s completely batshit insane:D
I dreamed about being lost, once, but when I woke up, I realized the place I had dreamed of was Daley Plaza in Chicago.
I’ve been a lucid dreamer pretty much since I was like 9 years old, so I notice lots of recurring themes. Heck, one of the standard tests I do if I suspect myself of dreaming is to see if gravity works normally: in dreams, motion tends to be much more sluggish and I’m almost always floating a few inches from the ground.
I don’t mind Dream Logic, since it does make a convoluted sort of sense while the dream itself is happening, but sometimes I wish my brain kept better track of continuity. (This morning, for example, I ended up stuck in a recurring loop where I kept redoing a part over and over again and I couldn’t remember what items I had with me. It was like I was a character in a platformer or something.)
There was a time in my life where I was very unhappy, and in my dreams I was constantly dying in various horrible ways as a result. The worst dreams, though, were always the ones where I was being chased and I couldn’t get away–even more so when I had someone running away with me and I needed to protect them as well.
Thankfully, I’ve since managed to conquer most of my recurring nightmares. My secret, at least, is to relax and remind myself that I’m dreaming. And I’ve learned to go with the flow a lot more rather than trying to dictate where the dream should go next. Changing my sleeping habits have also helped a lot with combating sleep paralysis.
(I used to keep a dream journal, but I’ve since stopped bothering. Alas, there isn’t a device to record and play back what’s going on in my head.)
I haven’t had a flying dream in a long time, but used to have them as a kid. It was petty lame though: I could only fly in a horizontal position by flapping my arms, and I could only go 3-4 feet off the ground.