Completely mundane and utterly pointless, but I dreamed that my husband and I separated because I threw out a leftover barbeque beef brisket sandwich. I originally thought he was joking when he demanded a separation, but it turned out in the dream he was totally serious. I told him about it this morning and he laughed so hard he had to sit down.
So, what’d you dream about last night (or the last dream you can remember)?
I always have really, really weird dreams. I don’t remember what I dreamed last night but the night before I dreamed that my boyfriend shaved all the hair off of his body (including eyebrows and everything) and started making really menacing facial expressions for no reason.
My dream was particularly odd. I dreamed of a co-worker and his wife; in the dream they lived in a house with two kitchens, one at each end of the house. In the back yard were seals, who’d flopped there after slumping up from the ocean that was back there, somewhere, apparently.
It amuses me that I put seals in Steve’s back yard in my subconscious.
I dreamed I could fly but in a kinda crappy fashion that took lots of effort. Then all the DC superheroes went nuts and started doing terrible things to people, but the really powerful ones like Superman, Flash, etc, were just kida catatonic and not bothering anyone. So it was up to me to stop the not-so-powerful superheroes, mainly by flying over them and dropping stuff on them. I managed to bean batman with a large dictionary, but got trapped in a church trying not to get hit by green arrow until I hit him with a large lamp.
So, nothing out of the ordinary.
Totally mundane. Not nearly as cool as decking Green Arrow with a lamp!
My husband came home with a new refrigerator. It was dark brown. Everyone’s saying “How did you find a brand new dark brown refrigerator?” (Dark brown was popular for about 5 minutes in the 80’s, for the youngsters.)
We look a bit closer and the damn thing is full of flaws – deep gouges, bad paint, and some parts made of wood that were rotting away.
Yeah, my husband sometimes brings junk home. His latest acquisition is a corn sheller.
Here was my dream. I went back to my high school, which is now, somehow, located off of a harbor. I proceeded to run into my old computer teacher and started talking to him as he walked with him to his class. When we got to the computer lab, there was a bunch of people holding a ceremony for some promotion he had just received. Before his big speech, I played at the arcade (which he must have installed after 2004, the year I graduated high school IRL). So I reluctantly stop playing and sit down while he’s giving the speech. The 10 or so people, consisting of middle-aged men and women were sitting in a circle, listening to him and drinking champagne. Eventually, I realize I’m being rude by sitting so far away so I sit closer. After his speech, I convince myself I should offer to help him by T.A.ing on Saturdays (no class on weekends but that never occurred to me in the dream). I never worked up the nerve to ask him though and, in fact, I don’t think I saw him again during the dream. Anyway, I decided to wonder around in the class (which, while at the time of my attendance was large) is now the size of a Wal-Mart. The rest of the dream is a bit of a blur but I wondered into a darker part of the class, which was decorated like a haunted house. I keep going through that section and get to the last corner of the class, the clothing department, of Wal-Martian proportions.
Weird dream. Feel free to post a funny analysis of it.
ETA: I didn’t really convay this part but the dream was about me offering to TA on weekends. It made no sense, and I never asked but it was on my mind throughout most of the dream.
I have these pointless arguments with prior bosses, where they tell me something, ignore me and take phone calls while I try to respond, and then they wave me out, I’m dismissed, frustrated and humiliated and knotted up in the blankets.
I, and a few other people, were apparently invisible. I don’t recall dying, but I had the sense that we were some sort of ghosts. We were trapped in a room and couldn’t go anywhere unless we followed a visable (living) person out. I figured out that if I followed the visible person to a certain room, we could all break free from that other room whenever we wanted to. Most of the dream involved us ghosts following people around until we were all able to move freely.
Then there was something at the end where we were all watching a puppet action show (there were a couple of these in the 60s, right?), with one of the puppets practicing his astonished look until the director was satisfied.
Don’t remember last night’s, but a few nights ago I dreamed I was in charge of a crew that was assigned the task of designing and building a system to keep people from jumping to their deaths from the top of a famous building in Chicago. I think it was actually the Chrysler building, but it was in Chicago. Why Chicago? Who knows. I was there for 24 hours when I was 13.
Anyway, evidently there was a door at the sidewalk level that was open to the public, and people kept going in and walking up to the top and doing swan dives. Why they didn’t just lock the door, I have no idea, but they selected me to head up this project, so I did my best.
I designed a sort of big funnel, which came out from the upper floors of the building and was large enough to catch anyone trying to jump as far out as possible. Then they’d just sort of ride the funnel to the exterior wall of the building, where someone was always waiting to open the window and let them back in.
Also, we designed it while hanging onto the outside of the building, up by the spire, at night, with no safety harnesses or anything. We designed and built it one-handed, so we could hang on with the other. Did I mention I’m somewhat afraid of heights? In my dream I kept getting vertigo, and would have to hug the spire and close my eyes until it passed.
It was one hell of an engineering feat, if I do say so myself.
I dream a lot, but don’t remember last night’s - or any really memorable recent ones. But I wanted to relate one my daughter told me of recently. She is a college senior, and in the spring will be playing her senior recital on piano. She’s been having occasional unpleasant dreams related to it. The one she told me was some guy telling her she was not good enough to play the piano, so he was clipping off the tips of her fingers. Lovely! :rolleyes:
All I can remember is a toilet stuffed with clothes. Me pouring toilet cleaner on it, flushing the toilet, and then being surprised it actually took the clothes in the flush.
I was supposed to play the organ in some church or other. I was just warming up with a run at “Golden Sheaves” on a really tiny harmonium, when I became aware that there was a much more modern three-manual instrument in the church. Unfortunately the middle and upper manuals were really hard to reach, like I had to lie across the console to reach them.
Plus a lot of other stuff that I don’t remember at all.
The dream in the OP reminded me of one Mrs M had years ago that was about a jar of home-made pickled onions which I’d had more than my fair share of (in the dream). The Mrs was giving me public grief about it, and a young woman present said “Mal, you don’t need this - you could have me instead”. So I gave her a kiss, squeezed her boobs and apparently found them good, at which Mrs M decided that she’d gone too far and wailed that I could have all the pickled onions - unfortunately I wasn’t to be mollified by preserved alliaceae, and poured them contemptuously out of the jar, at which point she woke up screaming…
Talking of toilets, I have many times pissed in a laundry basket or waste-paper bin in my dreams. Actually finding a functioning toilet is usually out of the question.
I don’t remember all of it, in fact I don’t remember much of it. I never do. However, because I actually told this to my SO right away and it must have stuck in my long term memory, I remember there being a tiger nibbling playfully on my left thigh for some reason, leaving shallow lacerations. Then getting some bandages, and when I took the bandages off a month later the whole of my thigh muscle was melted and gross and full of flies and maggots. The doctor concluded the tiger had necrotizing fasciitis bacteria in its mouth (how they didn’t corpsify *its *mouth, I shall never know : I woke up screaming then and there)
I dreamed that I was at a party at John Lennon’s house in the 60’s. I circulated at the party talking with John and a bunch of up-and-coming artists. I met Cynthia Lennon and then babysat for John’s preschool age kids for a while (in the dream there were two). Yoko and the other Beatles did not appear. Fun dream.
Maybe it was a Komodo Tiger? 
I know this is from yesterday, but I just caught a lot of flak from the boyfriend because I shared my dream from last night. I dreamed that I was in love with some guy that I met at this crazy little cafe. We were MEANT to be together but I could never manage to catch him during the day, so I began to suspect something…
Finally, one bright day, he came over to my house. I noticed that all my plants were turning black and wilting, so I knew he was nearby, and sad. He had parked his Mountain Dew Truck against a pole in my yard so nobody could open the door, but had the window rolled all the way down. (?) I go to him and he’s crying. After a very sappy exchange through the truck window, I (duh) go around to the passenger side and get in. His face is covered in what look like pockmarks and water blisters.
Turns out he’s some kind of demon, a ‘hete’ or ‘haete’ in my dream. So that means we can’t be together, but I want to anyway. We reached an impasse and I staggered over to a picnic table next to my house where I put my head down and cried and cried. That was when I woke up.
I was in Soviet Russia during a WW2 battle for a major city. The city had not been invaded yet: the plan of defense was centered around a high-rise apartment building, and the plan was when it was surrounded, several squads of us had to parachute from the top of the building behind enemy lines, and I was part of the group chosen to do so. So I was calculating the chances of not dying from jumping from the highrise and surviving behind enemy lines (especially as I had and have never parachuted before in my life) versus staying in the building.
So myself and my family climb into our car – which isn’t totally unrealistic for that time period, as there are 5 of us and the car is like a rusting Pinto with no upholstery and minimal framing, and we drive to the high-rise through a cityscape that looks like a construction zone, with all of the bottom 2 stories of all the buildings obscured by plywood. The bottom floor of the high rise was sort of jacked up so there was a ~ 30 foot gap before the first floor where there were huge bins that looked like trash compactors full of military equipment.
So I walk up to the officer collecting personnel at the bottom of high-rise, and he grabs a pack of equipment from the huge bin and says “yeah, we’re all pretty much gonna die”. Then I wake up.
I dreamt I was eating a 3lb marshmallow.
When I woke my pillow had vanished
Now Last Night’s was a bit weird.
I dreamed I was BLIND! I stumbled around a lot running into things and people I didn’t know. Then I opened a door and went outside and could see just fine, I was just in a house that had no windows or lights inside, don’t know what everyone was doing in there though.
Yes I dream often, and tend to remember them.
I have dreams that I’m being chased on a pretty regular basis. Last night I was being chased by a bear. And I was really irritated with myself because eariler in the dream, a friend was trying to tell a group of us what to do if we encountered a bear and we all kind of rolled our eyes and and ignored her. And now here I was, being chased by a bear and I couldn’t remember what I was supposed to do.
My husband thinks I must be feeling guilty about something to have these chasing dreams all the time. He thinks it’s a sign of high anxiety and wants to know what I’m hiding. 