I dreamed that I was taken away to a different planet by aliens. On this new planet, they dumped me and a bunch of other humans, then threw some other aliens into our group as well. They took all of our clothes and didn’t understand that humans need clothing to survive in cold conditions, so I was bargaining with them for the return of our clothes. I agreed that we would work for them so that we would not die from exposure. Then the dream skipped ahead, and there were more humans and we were settling the planet, and Kevin Bacon showed up as one of the new humans. Then we were all doing administrative work for our alien overlords.
One of my ongoing dreams is being in an Escher-esque house. Walking back through a door won’t always get you back where you started. Hidden passages in unusual locations. Walk out the front door and find yourself in an even larger house.
The most recent that I recall that doesn’t fit that pattern was one where my wife and I had gone to some sort of stage show. One of the performer’s assistants became immediately and completely infatuated with me and pretty much just draped herself over me. I’m trying to remove her without making a big scene of it and my wife is totally oblivious talking to the person on the other side of her.
I always end in a building that’s familiar but a maze, where I search endlessly for a working toilet, and awake with an immediate need to go.
I dreamed I was a POW in Vietnam, although the prison camp appeared to be the house I grew up in, and my cell was my old bedroom. There were only three of us prisoners, and we were called out to present ourselves to the camp commander, in his office, which was my old house’s living room.
The commander complained that my old VW which he was now driving had a flat tire, and it was my responsibility to fix it. I said I was unable to repair the tire, and he replied that I would then have to pay someone to fix it. This would cost about five dollars, and I pointed out that as a POW I had no money to pay anyone.
That was my problem, he said. I would have to figure out a way to get the money. I told him it was his problem, as there was no way I could hire a tire repairer. He became very upset and glowered at me, and I knew he wanted to say, “We have ways of making you do this” but felt the line was just too corny.
I won a USD20K scholarship. I saw it, right with my name on it, and the amount, on the certificate. I was like thinking, “Oh MAN! This is going to solve my tution fees problem!”
Then I woke up.
That my $100K loan had come through and I could open my Mexican restaurant.
Last night I had a bizarre dream about my ex-husband. It featured the house we used to live in together but it opened out into a kind of warehouse at the back of the kitchen and it was full of old kitchen appliances. At some point there was a curry cooking on the stove too, which was bizarre because the guy never cooked if he could help it!
When I woke up this morning I was thinking how bizarre it was, given that I’d also had a dream involving him the previous night, then I realised that had we stayed married, it would have been our 16th wedding anniversary today.
Perhaps tonight I’ll have pleasant dreams about our divorce and the acting-out of my fantasies involving his head and a brick.
One of my reoccurring dreams revisited me two nights ago. It was the big old stone house diamond in the rough dream where I am the owner and eager to explore all the nooks and crannies. But my house wanderings are always limited to the first floor. But this time I again was exploring the “annex” and found myself in a small bedroom where I put my three(?!) kids to bed. But it was freezing, I could feel the cold walls and the cold draft coming through the leaky windows.
However I was snug and toasty warm under the duvet, but in the dream it felt like winter and I really felt the cold.
Those on the brink of decline may remember another wave of chocolate-colored major appliances in the early 70s. We had a matching Frigidaire and Frigidaire range in that shade till 1985.
I remember dreaming last night, but I don’t remember about what.
A couple of nights ago, I dreamed of a polar bear wanting to eat my mashed potatoes, and not I couldn’t get it to stop.
Brown or olive green were the worst. We had an olive green monstrosity that I hated using.
I also seem to recall having had a lot of pumpkin orange in our house as a kid. Now resurrecting that would be a real nightmare.
When I bought my house it had “harvest gold” appliances. I replaced the fridge and stove but the dishwasher stayed for a while. When I finally replaced it I discovered that there were different front panels behind the “harvest gold” that could have been swapped at any time. :smack:
Back on topic, I seldom recall my dreams, except an occasional waking dream when I’m lounging in bed on a weekend morning, drifting in and out of sleep. Haven’t had a chance to do that in a while. I feel deprived.
In my house we usually have mini glazed donuts for Shabbat breakfast treats. We developed a sort of sytem so that everyone gets a fair amount.
Last night, I dreamed that I came downstairs and there was only one donut left in the box.
This morning, I came down- and there were only four mini donuts left. Turns out that, due to improbable timing, my brother thought I had already left for synagogue, and that he was free to finish up the box.
Just an odd coincidence.
I dreamt that a huge grizzly bear had cornered me and I was playing dead. As I was lying on my back, the bear walked over me and started to lie down…and my chest started to crush. It got harder and harder to breath and I could feel the growling of the beast rumbling through the fat of its huge hairy body. And when my breathing became nearly impossible, the bear turned its head towards mine and I could smell…
…tuna.
I dreamed I saw some people stealing huge watermelons from a field by the side of the road. The police arrived and the thieves scampered into their cars and bolted. One of the fleeing vehicles was towing an electric blue sports car. The chase progressed at faster and faster speeds and suddenly in taking a turn the towing vehicle took a corner too hard, the tow chain snapped and the unleashed blue sports car took off like a bullet crossing the highway, and crashing into a wooden fence. A man leapt out of the blue car and bolted into a nearby high school.
I got out of my car and began following him into the high school. I tracked him into the gymnasium, and then to the bathrooms. I had to turn several corners to find him, and when rounding one corner came across two Asian girls showering. I turned the next corner and there he was taking a shower with his eyes closed. I went back to the Asian girls and told them to leave right now, and escorted them out. As I went back to the bathrooms I saw him coming out the door, and told him to stop and turn around. He did so and I gripped both his wrists in my hands and walked him out of the school. I told a student to call the police. I was gripping his wrists so hard my hands were turning numb, and I started wondering what I was going to do to restrain him. I told one of the students to go find some football players to help me.
I woke up suddenly, and my hands and wrists were actually numb. I had been sleeping on them.
Heh.
I once was having this dream where my brother was pricking my arm with pins. He was also making lewd comments about my short nightgown. As the abuse piled on, I lost my patience and gave him a good smack in the face. The warm glow of justified violence dissipated as I realized that his face shouldn’t have been so furry… yes, then-kitten Tikva had been peacefully kneading her claws on my arm, until I reached up and smacked her.
Come to think of it, Tikva also triggered a lot of help-there’s-a-large-animal-on-me dreams last year, after I was bitten by a lion. My subconscious was apparently a bit jumpy for some time afterwards.
I dreamed a very detailed telephone conversation with Marcie in which she carefully explained exactly why she is deathly afraid of me and why she is divorcing me. In the dream I was able to logically refute everything she detailed and we ended the conversation by promising to cancel the divorce action and to live together for the remainder of our lives. I think the fact that tomorrow will be our 13th anniversary probably had something to do with the dream.
I dreamed I was back in my elementary school. While walking down the hall I noticed The principal giving a kid a paddling and really laying it on. The kid was screaming and trying to get away but the principal had a firm grip on his arm. That’s when I noticed that the evil principal was none other than my boss from work.
It’s strange because I think my boss is a pretty good guy.
My dreams are rather dull, but I find the dream *process *fascinating. In one of my dreams I was showing an ex-boss a new product. For some reason he was speaking in a low volume and I had to keep asking him to repeat himself. Why did my brain make that part of the story? How does the brain form these things?
In one dream my brother was in college and his roommate was a professional wrestler. He beat up my brother bad and I suggested we pay him a visit with bats. Very odd, my brother is 50. And I’m not exceptionally violent. And we aren’t close. In the end of that long and odd dream, the wrestler throws a snowball at my brother and turns to run, only to find me waiting. I grab him and he reeks - horrible smell. I woke up and the smell was still in my nostrils. How fascinating that the brain can conjure all that up. Dull dreams, but the brain is amazing.
Last night I had the weirdest dream. I was at the grocery store and I had about 40 boxes of corndogs that I was buying and I also wanted a chocolate truffle cake but they wouldn’t let me get it because I wasn’t allowed to get cake and corndogs at the same time. I threw a fit and tossed frozen peanut butter pies around the freezer section.