I’m not seeing the downside to this.
My most common dream is pretty close to this. One funny thing is that my nudity is always partial - in other words, I have a top on, but my ‘private parts’ are clearly on display. Of course, nobody cares, but I still have the paranoia that you’d expect in that situation.
The other night, i had this dream where it was a couple I know who are very conservative/religious, and I was trying to hide the bleedingly obvious fact that I had no pants on, with limited success. It always reminds me of the famous Larson ‘Duck’ comic strip.
And I just noticed the telephone dream - I had this twice in the past week - reminds me of the last few lines of ‘Naked Lunch’ - “Too late to call Police …”
Has** having a computer virus** been mentioned?
I woke up in a cold sweat early this morning with visions of insidious screen displays dancing in my head. As in the real world, every call to tech support was in vain, and the horrible realization that my laptop had been taken over shocked me into wakefulness.
I’m currently driving a borrowed car. The owner is overseas, and I have to give it back when she returns next week.
Last night, I dreamed there was a huge flood, and the car was mostly submerged. I was worried that it was damaged irreparably from mud and what-have-you. Then my flatmate (I don’t have one in real life) saw my distress, and trying to help, he took a crowbar and started smashing the crap out of the front end of the car “to make it look like an accident”. I decided to wake up at that point.
I am the eighth house from an Air Force landing strip so I find it odd that my plane crash dreams have all but disappeared since I moved here. They plagued me the most. The blimp crash dreams I have had were so vivid that I sometimes have to think hard to remember if I actually saw a blimp crash at one time. News footage unnerves me when I see an out of control blimp. One time a lit-up blimp came very close to an a house of mine and it practically spooked me. The noise of the engines was surreal.
Teeth dreams are a close second and elevator dreams are an even closer third. A few weeks ago a girl lost her legs in my dream because the doors closed on them while the elevator was going up. They always go up and they always open to some strange place that isn’t scary, but rather vast and out of place.
Then there was a one time I was having sex with a pen (Papermate, blue). My friends found it quite amusing in my dream. I never did tell them in the real world. You just never find the segue for that sort of thing.
I am surprised that there are not too many lost brake dreams. I never get hurt in those so I do not consider it a bad dream. The vertigo feeling that accompanies the lost brakes is the same one as when I am flying around. I am almost always in control of it after a few minutes.
I occasionally have the “naked in a public place” in public dream, but it’s not as though I’m suddenly horrified to find myself undressed. It’s more like I either go wandering about severely under-dressed, or decide to try on clothes sans dressing room.
I’ve had the can’t find a bathroom dream too, and there’s supposed to be a reason it’s so common - you dream it when you really need to wake up to pee.
I’ve also had the dream where you’re given a baby to look after. Sometimes I’m babysitting, and other times it might be my kid even though I never can figure out how I ended up with one (oddly, I’ve only dreamed of being pregnant once - before I was able to get pregnant!) but every single time I end up misplacing the kid, and then spend the rest of the dream trying to find where I left it.
My most common nightmares, though is one of these:
- Something goes terribly wrong while I’m driving, and I end up doing major damage to my car, if not other cars or property. No one is ever hurt, though.
- I’m being chased. Whatever chases me never gets near enough to get me, but it’s there, a constant terrifying threat.
Does anyone ever get to eat in their dreams? I dream about buying food or being given food a lot, but I never ever get to eat it.
I never had any of the top three dreams. Never naked, unprepared for exams, no nothing. I don’t remember a lot of my dreams, though. Very deep sleeper and I suspect I just “forget” them before I wake up.
Having said that, I’ve had bouts of nightmares (or what feel to me to be nightmares). One bout involved flooding . . . the streets in front of my house being flooded, the waters rising. Sometimes it was my house, sometimes it was the house I was raised in. Once I dreamed the house was on fire and everything was flooded outside. Usually my mother is standing on the front porch with me, and I’m trying to get her on a boat (she couldn’t swim). Similar to that, I have nightmares about tornadoes (I was in one as a child), and storms in general.
The second bout was about houses. I would buy strange houses and move in. One house I dreamed about several times had many levels to it . . . you had to keep walking up or down steps to get to other rooms. Another one had three rooms – one for me, one for my sister, and one for my mother. I decorated and organized my room, but my sister didn’t do anything to hers. My mother’s was remodeled – I remember vividly demo-ing the bathroom to put in a handicapped toilet.
The third was of the dogs running away or being killed by cars. I had those dreams after my parents died. I would wake up crying and clutching the dogs, who must have thought big squirrels were chasing me in my dreams.
I had a creepy one the other night that I just have to get out of my system. And what better way than to share with my pals here! 
In it, the “sleep” in the corners of my eyes (all four corners) grew roots that were growing across my eyeballs. Like one sleep glob would produce four little roots extending out and around my eyeball. It wasn’t crazy disturbing in the dream because I was able to wipe them away no problem, but when I woke up and imagined it? A million times bleah!
Reminds me of a dream I had in the 9th grade the night before picture day. In the dream I had a monstrous zit that kept growing until it took over my face. Eventually it became biggger than my head and popped - luckily more like a balloon than a real zit.
Ew.
Yes, actually. I can usually see them coming right at me and I try frantically to get everyone to safety. In one of my dreams the only possible shelter was a school made of glass.
Most of my dreams are house-centered. The ones where you’re in a familiar house but it’s suddenly different. The most common houses I dream about are the family cabin and my grandma’s old house. The cabin ones are the coolest, because there’s always a secret room. I always have to remind myself that there’s a secret room though. Just had this dream last night, and the secret room was full of couches and different sized televisions. Sometimes there are cool secret bathrooms too. I also dream about swimming pools a lot. I never dream that I’m naked but do sometimes dream that I’m in my pajamas. I’ve definitely had the going back to school dream in which you don’t know your classes, schedule, etc.
If I have a nightmare it’s usually about zombies. For fellow zombie dreamers: Did you know that zombies can temporarily be disabled by a camera flash? Well, now you do. They can also be fought off with umbrellas if necessary.
Added: I have the spouse cheating dream a lot. It’s always with a girl who’s exactly my opposite (short brunette). In one special SO cheating dream, however, I discovered a special surprise: a severed head in my bowl of potato chips and the sudden realization that—Uh-oh! That’s not dip!
The husband and I have both had the cheating spouse dream. The kind where you wake up, and just want to beat the crap outta them? The emotion is still fresh and raw.
Yeah, sometimes when I wake up I’m still incredibly pissed. Usually those SO cheating dreams come with the inability to punch and/or choke someone when I really need to.
I had that one once. I dreamed that hackers had broken into our home network. I was really worried for a while after I woke up that they’d stolen my online banking password… It took Mr. Neville a while to reassure me that it hadn’t actually happened, and took quite a while for me to go back to sleep.
(Yes, I know I’m a big geek)
Does anyone else have ultra-violent dreams?
For instance, when I’m mad at an ex IRL, I dream that he rings the doorbell, I open the door, and see him standing down my doorstep, and with a killer karatekick, I tear his throat out with the heel of my boot. In my dreams, I kill and maim, I get killed and maimed, and everyone else goes around killing and maiming.
Weird thing is, these violent dreams tend to be kind of detached, like watching TV; I see the gore, but it doesn’t get to me much. If I die in a dream, my thought is usually: " Oh well, now they can’t get to me anymore, haha." . The few times a dream had me sitting up sweating, the dream was not about violence, but about weird things like big beetles or weird people in the desert doing incomprehensible things. 
A lot of my nightmares are characterized by fighting–vicious, bloody, show-no-mercy fighting for my life, someone else’s life, or both. They’re extremely vivid and not at all detached. I sometimes wake up with phantom pains from cuts and broken bones I received in the dreams.
I had a zombie dream last night. Translucent flakes of something or other were falling from the sky and stuck to the skin of anyone they touched; if they weren’t washed off fairly promptly with a dilute solution of bleach, the affected person would turn into a zombie. This was common knowledge, but people were reluctant to use the bleach, so there were a lot of zombies shambling around after me. I was equipped with a broadsword.
I have a similar dream, but it’s not that the toilets are gross, it’s that they are not private. One time there was a bowling alley in one of the stalls.
My “nightmare theme” is disappointing my mom. Go back to high school or college, forget to go to class and end up at the final with no clue what any answers are? No sweat! I’m a grow-ass married woman with a college degree and a mortgage, I don’t need to care about high school. Wait, Mom will see my grades? Nooooooo!
I also dream I have too many pets, like my cats or rats had thousands of little babies, and I have to hide them all before Mom comes over.
Elevators are always evil in my dreams. They never, ever work correctly. Even when they don’t send me falling to my death, they still have 3 out of 4 wires snap and hang at an angle. Heights are always bad too. Even jumping is too high off the ground.
I had the nekkid dream–I showed up at my job and was totally naked and freaked out for a second. But then I noticed no one cared, not even my 60 year old nun boss. So I got over it and got back to work. 
It’s not exactly a nightmare, but I often dream that I woke up, turned off my alarm, had breakfast, showered, dressed, drove to work etc. Then I wake up and it’s like “Crap, I gotta do it all the hell over again!” I do try to wear the same outfit as in the dream, I figure I already picked it out and all…
And not at all a nightmare–I have zit-poppin’ dreams. I squeeze a little zit and out comes buckets of horrible, disgusting ooze and slime. It’s always so cathartic and interesting and all I can ever think is “I gotta tell the dopers about this one!!!”
Hmmm, this thread has made me realize that I’ve never had the naked-in-public dream.
All of my worst nightmares include falling in some way - I’m flying then I plummet from the sky, off trees, cliffs, down the stairs, or some dark abyss… Once I dreamed I was a Decepticon (this was in the 80s) and I was shot out of the sky by Optimus Prime.
Speaking of skies, I see weird things in the sky all the time in my dreams. The strangest would be scrolls unfolding from the clouds down to the ground.
Last night I dreamed I was yelling at my parents. Really screaming my lungs out. They’ve both passed on for some time now and I adore them, so that dream didn’t make me feel particularly good.
That’s a lot more compelling than my recent zombie dream 
Nothing too unusual:
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I have to finish something and will never get it done in time.
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I’m being menaced in some way and I need to scream, but no sound comes out.
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I open the door and there’s the hunky frat rushers who have to find a gay guy to make it with, and just as we’re starting to get down to cases, IRL my idiot ex calls. THIS HAPPENED TWICE. A bad dream, but in a different way.