However, I was trying to teach Cindy Crawford how to use Google Sketchup. Her and someone else who was a hot famous woman. We were at work with lost of other people, but it was the middle of the night and I kept telling myself I should be asleep, but I kept staying to show Cindy how to use Sketchup to build (something I don’t recall, but it wasn’t actually a building.) Cindy rifled trough my desk and found a Bible given to me by my last boss, still in the shrink wrap. (My last boss never gave me a Bible.) I was dressed in a full suit too.
I have no idea where any of that came from. I would like to think that if I were going to have Cindy in a dream, I would find better things to dream about doing with her.
I dreamed that I was in Middle-Earth, and a Peter Jacksonesque Elf-Maiden gave me a Dwarf-Axe. Only there was no Axe Head on it.
“Where’s the head?” I asked.
She pressed a stud on the side and one popped out of the handle. evidently it was spring-loaded. A kind of Switchblade Axe.
It was an impressive Axe - it looked like the ones in the movie, with angular decorations on it and a too-narrow head (which could, however, easily fit into the fat axe shaft). I imagine it was an elfette who gave me the thing because there weren’t any Dwarf women in the movie (or the books, for that matter).
I suspect the inspiration for this dream was the harpist who was playing in the gourmet supermarket I stopped in yesterday to get chocolate for Pepper Mill (for Valentine’s Day, of course). Her oversized harp suggested Tolkien to my subconscious, evidently.
Without going into great detail, last night I had a dream about a co-worker walking in on me in the bathroom. It’s the second one lately, so maybe this is the start of a series. I understand why it’s happening, though…IRL, I have a new co-worker who talks a lot and invades my personal space.
I had a couple of other dreams which are too strange and complicated to go into, but I enjoy thinking about them and trying to identify where certain elements came from, or what messages my subconscious is sending me. I dream every night and remember a lot.
The other night I had the most graphic and disturbing dream I’ve had in a while.
I dreamed I was out in the middle of nowhere in Mexico with my husband, and we were staying in a big (not remotely Mexican-style) farmhouse in an upstairs bedroom. My husband convinced me to watch a movie he liked.
Whenever I watch films in a dream, they always seem like an integrated part of the dream, like they are really happening. Anyways, in the movie (which seemed very real) this random couple had some kind of BDSM thing going on where the guy would tie the girl up and do mildly sadistic things. He took her out into this little shed which doubled as a kind of meat freezer and they were playing around but then things turned really grizzly when she realized he intended to leave her in the freezer. She begged him not to, but she was all tied up and shivering and he ended up locking her in there to die.
Then this sadistic bastard was walking around totally naked except for this belt that had inverted spikes. The spikes were tearing up the flesh around his abdomen as he walked. He found the girl’s sister and they started playing their own little game in her bedroom by tying him up, but it turned out she was even more sadistic than he was because she took a knife and very slowly disemboweled him while he writhed and screamed in pain.
When the film ended, I was so pissed at my husband. I am extremely disturbed by movies involving torture and suffering and I could not believe he would suggest I watch the film, knowing how upsetting it would be to me. I was outraged. I demanded that he shut and lock all of the windows of the farmhouse because I was afraid of someone getting in.
When I woke up, my first thought was, ‘‘Shit, someone needs to get that girl out of the freezer.’’ But there was no way in hell I was getting any sleep after that to ‘‘resolve’’ it as I sometimes do. It’s interesting because it was a very graphic dream–I used to have these sort of dreams a lot, but it’s been a long time. If you look beyond its graphic nature, though, at its essence the dream was nothing more than three instances of profound betrayal. Interesting.
I dreamed I went for a run, which is weird because I never do that. I was going to go around the block but then I realized the block was huge and tried to shorten the run by going through some alleys, but I got lost in a dark creepy neighbourhood. So I stopped at a corner where a flag was hanging above a door, to wait for a train.
Then I was in a bus, which later turned into a ferry-type boat, that was traveling through areas of vastly different temperatures, so I kept having to put my big fluffy down coat on and take it off.
I keep dreaming of long stretches of windows, like in a bus, a school, or a ferry. It’s getting to be a little annoying.
Actually, I’ve been having night-terrors lately - I don’t know if it’s stress related or not - but I haven’t had a good nights sleep in awhile. Unfortunately, neither has my husband.
It’s very rare that two nights in a row go by in which I can vividly recall my dreams. (Perhaps posting this thread helped jog my subconscious in some way.) Last night’s dream was nowhere near as involved or eventful as my first post, but seemed just as long:
I was in an apartment, one with very low ceilings and many cramped rooms (enclosed, mazelike interiors always seem to figure prominently in my dreams). It was my apartment, or at least I had been living there for some time (several months?) There were huge potted fern plants and large amounts of clutter everywhere, including dirty dishes, my clothes, etc. I kept thinking that I ought to clean it up, but…there was no rush. I spent the bulk of the dream simply wandering from one room to the next.
Then all at once I realized that this was NOT really my apartment, it was one that I had been subletting from some lady, and had promised to keep in good shape…AND THE LADY WAS DUE TO COME BACK THAT DAY!!! I looked around at the hopeless mess, and realized that the apartment was more than messy, I had let it detiorate badly. I freaked, knowing she would likely toss me out once she saw it, but couldn’t possibly get it back in shape in time. Of course, the lady arrived and looked over the place with a slightly exasperated look on her face.
In real life, I did sublet an apartment from a lady for many years (although she did not look remotely like the lady in my dream). I am also currently planning to move into a new apartment - I will be signing the lease tonight - and have a few jitters (moving into a new home, new neighborhood, etc.) concerning it. That probably had something to do with my dream.
Cats cats everywhere! They were taking over the headhouse and the greenhouses! There were cats on trees and cats in pots there was cats with stripes and cats in pots there was cats with kitties sucking on their catty titties they was that was ugly and some that was prettty! Cats! I dreamt there were friggin’ cats everywhere!
(FTR, we’ve had some cat issues at work)
I had a dream about zombies. And sex. With zombies*. It was kind of like a very odd porno. Quite strange.
*In my defense, the zombies in this dream were quite hot, with normal bodies and no rotting flesh, etc. So I’m not sure what, exactly, identified them as zombies, but in my dream they definitely were. Which made the sex a bit more, um, cautious, than normal.
I dreamed I was standing on my front porch and noticed a leg lying in the yard. I walked over to it and recognized it as my own right leg. There was something carved into the calf and the whole thing had turned blue. I thought, “Wow, that’s rotten. Gotta throw that away.”
Then I walked back inside and had sex with the Foo Fighters’ drummer, though I really should have been packing for a big move that was coming up. After the sex, I realized that I had no time for packing and had to leave all my things behind. Oddly, this was the only thing I found disturbing in the dream.
This was a few nights ago, but it’s the last dream I vividly remember, and it was suitably weird. I got a summer internship with some non-profit that I really, really wanted to work for, but the internship was in Salt Lake City. Eventually I decided a good internship in a dull city was better than a dull job in a good city, so I took it.
My first night in Salt Lake City I went out with my new housemates and this guy who I had a couple classes with my freshman year (I don’t know why he was there). We went to this bar that was in a big stadium where there was a rodeo going on. While there I ran into the first guy I ever dated, when I was in sixth grade. After many many drinks, I went home with him, but all he was interested in was trying to convince me to vote for the Romney/Kucinich ticket(!) in the upcoming election. I finally left in the wee hours of the morning with a handful of weird political pamphlets, and promptly got arrested by the police for being out after curfew.
After a few hours they told me that they would let me go if I could explain a certain proof from Newton’s Principia. I tried, but I couldn’t remember how to. My failure ended up in the police fining me both for being out after curfew and for “failure to demonstrate”. The total fine was five thousand dollars, so I ended up needing to quit the internship before I started to move back in with my parents and get a better-paying job for the summer.
The good thing about melatonin is it helps me sleep; the bad part is sometimes it gives me dreams like that.
