What did you dream about last night?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

I was dreaming that I was at an ex-gay conversion meeting. I can’t remember how I got there, but there I was in the thick of this huge meeting and everybody’s smiling and acting all welcoming, saying “nice to meet you, it’s good that you’re here.” I am totally NOT into it. I have no desire to ‘go straight’, but I’m not usually someone who makes waves, so I am politely waiting it out (I don’t know why I didn’t just leave, I think I had it in mind that I wanted to stick around for an A.A. meeting that would take place in that room afterwards.) I felt like some kind of spy, watching these ‘ex-gays’ in having their meeting. I remember thinking “Wow, there’s a lot of cute guys here.” But then I remember that they’re ‘going straight’ and I feel it would be rude to hit on them.

All of a sudden, a very cute guy abruptly decides he’s not having any of it and starts openly hitting on ME in the middle of the meeting. He tells me he’s leaving and will wait for me out in the parking lot. I decide that I’ve had enough of this myself, and reach for my jacket. But someone grabs it and holds it away from me. “No! You’re not leaving. You have to stay!” he says. I get mad, push him to the ground, snatch my jacket and head for the door. All of a sudden, all these nice ex-gays turn into a bunch of zombies (the classic slowly shuffling Romero kind, not the amped-up “28 Weeks Later” kind) and start swarming around me and this random other girl who is screaming in terror.

The dream gets a bit fuzzy at that point. The next thing I do recall is walking up a winding stairway, wandering around in a mazelike building (apparently the same place the meeting was being held), all alone, armed with a ‘Bo’ as a weapon to fend off any more “ex-gay zombies.”

Again, the dream gets fuzzy, but sometime after that I have escaped, and am in a VW minibus being driven a woman (who looked vaguely like this deadhead chick I used to hang out with in high school), and we’re listening to a radio news report about violent rampaging people (I instinctively know it’s the ex-gay zombies). The girl seems so distracted by this that she fails to watch where she’s drifving - she drives right onto a pier, up to the edge of it, crashes through the end-barrier, and into the water below. Of course, I watched her do all of this but said nothing until we were in the river. “Why did you drive off the pier??” I ask incredulously. She looks puzzled. “Because I have to get to the other side of the river!” she answers, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Sure enough though, there seems to be some kind of road / track just beneath the water, so she keeps on driving - right through the water.

That’s all I remember. What did you dream?

2

A friend lent me seasons two and three of Battlestar Galactica on DVD, and I’ve been watching them around 4-5 episodes per night.

All my dreams have been about BSG. Most from the point of view of Bill Odama.

3

I dreamed that there was a problem with the message board I administrate and when I woke up and signed on to check it there were critical errors with the database so I had to email my co-admin to fix it. I don’t do the really technical stuff.

But we have been having some issues lately so I don’t think it was anything psychic on my part.

4

I dreamed I’d found those lost keys I’d been so worried about.
And when I woke up, they were still lost :frowning:

5

It’s not uncommon for me to go for long periods without remembering my dreams.

However, I think this:

is as Freudian a description of an ex-gay meeting that I can imagine. :stuck_out_tongue:

6

I dreamed I gave birth to octuplets. And then sat them all at the dinner table in their car seats. Then I went to work to brag about it.
I’ve got to stop watching Discovery Health Channel at bedtime.

7

I had a first-time ever variation of the dream scenario where I’m trying to get ready for X and all these bizarre obstacles get in my way.

I’ve been applying to a bunch of juried craft shows, so my dream last night had to do with trying to get to one I’d been accepted into. For some reason, part of the stuff I needed was in the Kings’ house (the Kings being the next-door neighbors of my childhood). They weren’t home, but I had a key. Once I got in the house, I couldn’t find the stuff.

I had to be there at a certain time, and, of course, all the delays getting my stuff from the Kings’ house made me late.

Then I was on my way to the show and I realized I hadn’t set up my cash box with starting cash. I got to the venue, which was some very fancy-schmancy place, like a concert hall, and when I figured out which room I was supposed to be in, I met up with all the art buddies I was supposed to be displaying with. (IRL, I have no such buddies.)

We’d each paid a shitload of money for display space, only to find out that we were all sharing one 6-foot table. And their stuff was in head-to-head competition with mine. “Why the fuck did I agree to this?” I thought. I went off to find a show organizer to complain and demand a refund, but I always missed finding one by just a few seconds.

I was pretty relieved when I woke up.

8

I had a really bad nightmare, actually. There was this big mall which burned down with hundreds of people inside. There was like this oozing gelatinous substance everywhere which was melted body fat from all the people. I think it was an intentional fire, and someone locked all the people in. It was really detailed, and really creepy.

9

I attended a rally for Hillary Clinton, and we were seated really near her during her time in between speaking. She was rocking the house when she was speaking, but privately she was being a total bitch. It was really depressing. The thing that makes me remember it was that she referred to a girl there as a “ghetto snat.*”

Ghetto snat sounds like a great insult and I am oddly proud of my dark little id for coining it.

  • I am reading Oryx and Crake, and one of the creatures mention is a snat – body of a rat with a tail like a snake, and rattlesnake fangs.
10

I dreamed about someone sending spam/virus e-mails from my computer, and I dreamed about getting kittens.

11

I had a dream where I was back in grade school. Maybe 4th or 5th grade. Kurt Cobain was there dressed like Ronald McDonald and playing the guitar for the class. I don’t remember the first song he played, but eventually he played Through the Fire and Flames by DragonForce. Which is weird because he could never do that. Anyway, in the middle of it he got pissed off and threw his guitar at the girl behind me, it grazed me, but smashed this girl in the face and knocked her down. Then the teacher was trying to decide if she should kick Kurt Cobain out of the class. I mean on one hand he did assault a 10 year old, but on the other hand he was kicking ass on the guitar. I think that’s the strangest dream I’ve ever had.

12

I graduated from college in May, and I haven’t seen much of my friends courtesy of the post-graduation diaspora. I had a dream that the song “Still Fightin’ It” by Ben Folds was playing, and one of my old roommates and I were walking to meet the rest of our crew for dinner. She looked at me and said, “I miss you.” And I said, “I miss you.” And then we gave each other a big hug and met our friends for dinner.

I’ve been missing my friends a lot, and this was the best dream I can remember having in a very very long time, if ever. I needed it. And now I’m crying.

13

I was reading a book that was supposedly about the history of Popeye, yet was filled with stories about the making of the TV show Kid Nation.

14

I dreamed that I was leaving my exhusband, which actually happened over ten years ago. As he walked away I affectionately touched his back and got wistful for a second, but I was very happy and at peace with my decision.

I recently moved from a place I’d lived for 4 years (a long time for me) and have been having a period of adjustment to the change, and I think that dream was about the move.

15

I watched a few episodes of The Twilight Zone last night, and I caught one I’d never seen before: “Come Wander with Me”.

The plot wasn’t much and neither was the acting. But the main song was lovely and haunting, and became the soundtrack of last night’s dream. If you’re interested, you can find the song here. I recommend it.

16

I’ve been playing a lot of BZFlag lately, and I started having a recurring dream that was rather odd. I was in a large base separated into four color-coded zones. Each of the four appropriately color-coded teams was made up of humans armed out the wazoo, preparing to ward off an oncoming alien invasion. All of us secretly knew the aliens were never coming, but it was fun, so we all did it anyway. Nobody was allowed to go into any of the other teams’ zones on penalty of death.

After I finally got bored and started sneaking around the other colored zones (killing guards as necessary), I had a High School Moment: my father sent in a team of robots to “save” me from the danger of the aliens, which rescue I was quite opposed to.

17

I honestly wish I could remember.
…
Yeah.

18

D’oh! Forgot to add the end part.

Just as the robot capture/rescue (depending on your viewpoint) team showed up and started scaling the walls of my team’s zone (covered half of each of two adjacent walls), the aliens actually arrived. All of a sudden we had to scramble to fight the alien air attack and the robot ground attack at the same time, plus I was sneaking around in the other zones at the time, and dealing with the confusion of the other teams trying to decide whether they should shoot me during an actual attack, and myself trying to decide if I should hedge my bets and kill the guards who saw me. I remember having a couple of close scrapes when I guessed wrong.

19

Last night’s dreams were not very memorable. All I remember is being on a bus with people I know in real life.

Two nights ago my dream had end credits! They followed this heartwrenching moment where I found out that “Conan” (an old man in my dream who had no real life counterpart) had died. The credits didn’t tell me who played what though, I guess because all the people in the dream except for that Conan guy and two other old men were people I knew in real life (mostly people from my old drama class). Instead the credits told me how much everything cost. I think I watch too many movies.

20

Not last night, but the last night I remember: my wife and I were getting divorced. It was horribly real, right up to seeing each other one last time and wishing each other well. I woke up despondent for a few minutes, until I had that “it was only a dream” moment of relief.