By far my most common reoccurring dream is that I can’t find my car keys. And this is upsetting because even though I know in the dream I have a spare car key, I won’t be able to unlock the door at work once I get there.
Which is stupid to worry about because in 5 years I’ve only been the first one there two or three times. Worse comes to worst, I’d need to wait for someone to let me in. Does knowing this stop the dream? No, of course not.
I get something similar. The pedals are real small and placed really close together. Which basically makes it impossible to step on the break pedal with out also stepping on the gas pedal. Which leads to obvious problems.
Brake pedal*
Fairly often, I dream that I still have an office in a large company I worked for many years ago, and I still show up for work, but they don’t pay me; I’m just volunteering. It’s a different office, different location (they had facilities all over the world), different co-workers (very seldom any I recognize), and different duties each time. The only common element is I’m not being paid.
Another fairly common dream is some kind of drudgery. I’ll be sweeping a floor, or cleaning an oven, or something like that, seemingly for hours. Nothing else happens. Must be compensation for the non-stop excitement I have in real life.
My other recurring dreams are the same ones most people have – it’s finals week and I haven’t been to class all semester; or I’m walking or running along and suddenly notice that I can take really big steps without touching the ground; or I’m driving and losing control of the car.
Wow, I didn’t know that was a common dream. I’m sure it’s the same sort of thing - usually my feet can’t reach the pedals because the seat has moved backwards. Other times my feet are just not working right or constrained in some way.
I had the “plane crash” dream again. It was Aeromexico enroute to the US. I can guess what that’s about.
I’ve now had at least a couple of dreams where I was supposed to be preparing for a concert or theatrical performance, and was way behind in getting ready. The worst one was when the concert was literally hours away and I hadn’t practiced for it, so I was either going to have to fake it or not show up. Better than the ones where I didn’t know where my classes had been held for the past few months, but not much of an improvement.
Last night’s version was combined with being lost in an unfamiliar part of Manhattan and needing to find a subway station, only I was unfamiliar with the line(s) available and couldn’t ask for help. It should have occurred to me that being stuck at the southern end of Broadway and simultaneously being miles away from South Ferry did not make a great deal of geographical sense.
In my experience, realizing that your dream makes no sense at all means you are about to wake up. OTOH, maybe you realize the illogic all the time, but only remember that you realized it you wake up shortly thereafter?
I’ve had a dream about abandoning apartments more than a few times. Sometimes coupled with a recurring dream about moving back to the west coast. In them, I’ve moved into a new apartment and it’s always some quirky old place with strange corners into hidden rooms and impossible passageways and cubby holes and shit like that. Somewhere in the course of the dream I realize that I still have another apartment somewhere that I never moved out of. I go back to find the mailbox overflowing and the power cut off with food rotting in the kitchen and chaos and dilapidation everywhere. Even more disturbing, sometimes there are animals I’ve left behind too and I panic looking for little lost cats or hamsters or something.
I’m afraid to interpret it.
That’s my experience about half the time. The other half, that’s the point where it turns into a nightmare.
The golf one. I’ve mentioned it before.
I’m at the tee and can’t tee off because there’s always something in my path. Regardless of how much I relocate my ball, there’s an impediment to swinging, or hitting my ball.
The people I’m golfing with are growing more and more impatient.
I wake up wrecked.
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In the last few years, when I’m in the midst of a bad dream, I’ve discovered that if I shake my head back and forth, I can wake myself up. I remember vividly having it occur to me that possibly this is a dream, and then thinking I can’t be that lucky, then thinking, “Well, it’s worth a shot,” and shaking my head back and forth, and waking up.
There was one occasion recently where I tried shaking my head back and forth in case it was a dream, but it wasn’t. Only time that’s happened.
My most frustrating recurrent dream is where I am desperately trying to run somewhere but can’t get traction and I fall to my hands and knees and grip whatever-the-hell surface it is that I was trying to run on and yank myself forward slowly in inches, WAY exasperated that this is the progress that I’m reduced to.
I also have a recurring dream where I’m angrily fighting with my mom about something. Which is weird, because my mom is a gentle, lovely woman who I never fight with.
I have a lot of dreams where I realise it’s just a dream, but I don’t necessarily wake up right away. They generally fall into two categories: (1) something that would be a nightmare, but I say to myself “It’s ok, I’m only dreaming”, and then I usually wake up. (2) something where I decide to start flying. I know I can’t really fly, but dammit, it’s a dream, why not? And then I fly away, and the dream goes on.