What was your most realistic dream?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Sometimes a dream will seem so real that, upon waking, you’re not sure if it happened or not. Tell us about your most realistic dream (not including who shot J.R.).

I used to use “smokeless tobbacco”. I dipped snuff, constantly, for many years. I hid it so well that most people didn’t know, even though they likely never saw me without. If I wasn’t eating or sleeping, I had a pinch between my cheek and gum. I trained myself to not have to spit because spitting limited the places I could dip. Hard core addicted, I was. When I finally decided to quit, I did so cold turkey. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. So difficult that I told my wife if I ever started back that I would never attempt to quit again. That was about 5 years ago, but I will occasionally dream that I fell off the wagon and took a dip of tobbacco. The dream seems so real that I wake up horribly disappointed in myself for making it this far, only to fail. I takes several minutes to realize that it didn’t really happen.

Then there was the time I woke up when my wife hit me. Seems she dreamed that I left her for another woman. She was miffed at me all morning!

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I once dreamt that I woke up, went to the window to check the weather, and it was sunny. Then I woke up again, and looked around my bedroom, then checked the weather outside, it was raining. Then I said to myself, this must be a dream, and I woke up. I looked outside, and for a few moments, I wondered whether I was finally awake, or if this was just another dream within a dream.

It was weird. Boring, but weird.

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I dreamed that I was being chased by a lion. It leapt, I could feel it’s hot breath on me, and then I died. Yes dead. When I woke up I was quite startled to find myself alive.

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I woke up and went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Then I woke up. Then I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Then I woke up, again. Then I reall went into the bathroom and I spent a good half hour wondering if I was still asleep.

In the “mundane but still logic-bending” category, I dreamt that I was at a convenience store with my family and I saw some Mountain Dew on sale, and I went to tell my family I was going to go over and get some, but when I went back it was Coke. I actually figured out I was dreaming and woke up, based just on that.

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Back when I was a sleep walker (before I started C-Pap) I would have the bathroom dream. It was so often, I’d actually look back, see myself in bad and shout, “You have to come too!”

It always worked. I never peed the bed. :smiley:

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When I was about 12, on Christmas Eve, I dreamed that, because I’d been so excited I’d been awake half the night, I’d slept through all of Christmas day and my parents had been so annoyed at me for being lazy, they’d given all my presents away. I woke up utterly miserable, and it took quite a while for me to realise that it hadn’t actually happened.

More recently, my housemate got a little new fish tank, and we’d been discussing what was suitable for it quite a bit (I’ve kept fish since I was a kid). I then dreamed that she’d gone and bought a stingray- she’d seen it in a shop, and felt sorry for it, and it was freaking folded up in her tank. It was so big, the tail was sticking out the water. It may sound really unrealistic, but she is a bit dippy and prone to feeling sorry for animals and bringing them home (‘lost’ beetles, injured pigeons, a queen wasp that she thought was too ill to fly, worms looking a bit peaky… you get the idea) and the dream her was acting so much like she actually does when she’s hiding something in her room, including assurances that it was only temporary, and she’d work something out as soon as she got paid, that I woke up really, really annoyed at her.

She thought it was really funny, and now keeps threatening to get one :rolleyes: :smiley:

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It happens to me often. Most are usually searching for something dreams. Once it was my alarm clock on the shelves of a huge dept store in the mall. I couldn’t find it and was frantically looking. Woke up to the beeping of my real clock. I’ve also looked for my Keyes in my car. Looked for things in the fridge, my dorm at college, my gramma’s house… They seem so real and make me feel i’ve been searching litterally for hours. It’s disorienting. Usually it’s when I’m worried about something IRL.

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This latest one was a little too realistic for my taste.

I was back in my high school orchestra class (yes, there was such a thing) where other students were performing a symphony I had written as an assignment. A bunch of us were goofing off (again, quite realistic) and while I’d been asked to conduct the student orchestra I was just laying back in my chair waving my hands randomly in the air.

Then a teacher approached me to praise my work, saying “You have a big path in front of you.”

I said (somewhat sarcastically) “Oh…where does it lead?”

He said: “To the cemetery.” :eek:

That got me to wake up. I figured, who needs this crap? But it was kind of spooky.

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I still don’t know if I dreamed this or if it really happened. It was in my first apartment that I had on my own. I had a big king size mattress - not bed, just the mattress - and one night I woke up in the middle of the night to see a mouse sitting on my chest.

I freaked, and the mouse ran down my leg off the bed and into my closet.

I was up for the next hour tearing apart my closet looking for that mouse, or a hole or something but I never found anything.

I swear, I think it was a dream, but I can’t be sure.

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That happened to me once. Except I peed in the dream and peed in real life. I wet the bed, for the first time since I was 6. No wait, not “the bed”, my girlfriend’s bed. :smack:

She was really cool about it, but that was really, really embarrassing.

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My most realistic dreams are very mundane. I wake up, turn off the alarm, and get ready for work. Take a shower, get dressed, etc. Then I wake up for real when the alarm actually goes off, and feel annoyed that I have do do all that “again”.

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Realistic Dream #1 (of 3):

(Not so realistic that I thought it was real after I woke up. But very realistic scenery.)

The real-life back-story: Years ago, I went to college at U. C. Berkeley. There is a creek running through campus (Strawberry Creek), and in one area, a grassy quad on a hillside near the creek.

The dream: I found myself visiting and walking around on UCB campus. I came upon this grassy quad again. Whereas most scenes in most dreams are weird in some ways, this scene was very realistic. AND in COLOR! The shape of the quad; the arrangement of the asphalt pathways; the creek on one side with riparian vegetation; the brick buildings on the far side: All were very true to the way it actually is there. And even the colors were very accurate: The grass-green quad; darker green riparian vegetation; sky-blue sky; even the gray of the asphalt paths.

After I woke up, I realized immediately that it was a dream. Yet I marveled at how accurate and realistic that scene was, even including the colors compared the the actual real-life scene.

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Realistic Dream #2 (of 3):

Real life back-story: I lived in a rented guest house on a rural ranch. One day, while taking a shower, I touched the shower head and got a (mild) electric shock! :eek: Next day, I got a light-bulb socket and some wire; wired up socket to shower head and drain; put light bulb in and it glowed (very faintly, dull red). :eek:[sup]2[/sup] With some effort, convinced landlord to hire electrician to find the problem. He found shorted socket out in the barn and disconnected it. Problem solved.

The dream: A week or so later, I stepped into the shower stall (where that wired-up socket was still installed) and saw it glowing again. This time, however, at full brightness! Yikes!

The after-math: I went to the landlord again and told him that. He thought I was crazy.

The after-after-math: It took me a while (like, several days, IIRC) to figure out that it was just a dream that I saw that bulb glowing full-brightness. And by then, I didn’t know if I also just dreamed that I had complained to the landlord again, or if I really did that. So I went and asked him: “Did I complain to you again about the electricity in my shower stall?”

He confirmed that I really did that. I apologized to him, remarking that I must have eaten some bad mushrooms or something.

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Realistic Dream #3 (of 3):

Real life back-story: I still lived in that rented guest house on rural ranch (about 3 hours drive south of San Francisco). For many many years (especially when I lived in or around the S. F. Bay Area), I frequently did full-day day trips, most often in the areas north of the bay (Marin, Sonoma, Napa, Solano, and Lake Counties). I used to really enjoy those drives. Living 3 hours south of that, however, I only got back into that area once in a long while.

The dream: So, one fine time, while living on that ranch, I did the drive back up into that area. I drove across the S. F. Bay Bridge, which I found to me a VASTLY INCOMPREHENSIBLY more complicated and arcane maze (approaching the bridge from the S. F. side) than it really was. Somehow I got from there directly in the the Martinez area and then from there sort of directly into the San Rafael area, where I saw (by the I-580/US-101 junction) a huge multi-story combined parking lot / boat dealership (where in real life there is a motel). Heading north from there, I found myself driving up Rt. 1 in the Bolinas Lagoon area. For some reason, it was night time just then, and I saw the moon in the sky and also the moon reflecting in the lagoon. I was quite picturesque and scenic.

Now comes the part that was so realistic that I thought it was real even after I woke up: I continued north on Rt. 1, expecting to get up into Sonoma County. I’ve driven up this road many times. Suddenly, I came upon a Y in the road that I had never noticed before. I planned to take the left fork, which I knew. But at the very last instant, I spontaneously decided to take the right fork, which I had never seen before.

I immediately found myself driving up an unfamiliar winding mountain road, surrounded by a fabulously beautiful and extremely dense forest of fir trees. It was just beginning to get dark (as opposed to the earlier Bolinas scene where it was already night). And it was getting a little bit misty. Through the mists, I could see lights from the windows of some cabins mostly hidden among the dense forest. The scene was just like you sometimes see in certain Christmas cards.

Continuing up this winding road, I came to the top of the mountain and began driving down the other side. Here, the terrain and vegetation were vastly different: On this side of the mountain, it was a desert-like scene, with near-barren sand and sparse vegetation. I saw an occasional structure, like the ruins an old stone building or maybe an old gravel quarry. This scene was very similar to some scenery I’ve seen in the Mojave Desert / Apple Valley / Pearblossom / Lucerne Valley area.

Then I woke up and that’s all I remember of that dream.
The after-math: Immediately upon waking up, I had that whole dream playing in my mind. ESPECIALLY the part about the Bolinas Lagoon area, and the new-found Y in the road, and the fir tree forest. But I didn’t realize that those things were in my mind because I had just dreamed it. I lay in bed for a while, thinking of those scenes, and I was very eager to repeat that road trip (thinking that it was a real-life road trip I had recently done). I spent a while, laying there, planning to repeat that road trip. The more I thought about it, the more I began to realize that I had never seen that Y in the road before, and I didn’t really know where it was or where to go to find it again! I slowly began to understand, with great disappointment, that it was all a dream.

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Senegoid

That is totally awesome. I usually don’t remember my dreams unless they are stress dreams, which are totally scripted.

My SO and I like to play Second Life with each other when he’s out of town. Yeah, dumb, but whatever.

I have had several dreams of standing in my SL garb (anthro tigress if anyone is interested), and standing by my comp and typing. They were so real that I asked my SO about them the next day.

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A few years ago I dreamed that someone was grabbing me by the wrist and pulling at it, so I bit down on the wrist of the hand that was holding me.:smiley: It just would not let go, so I bit down harder, then I started to feel pain on my arm.:confused: I woke up and realized I was biting my own arm.:eek: I had grabbed and started pulling on my own arm in a dream of being abducted and wanting to get away.:frowning: I bit myself really good, I still had the bite marks for a few days as well as a black and blue marks on the other wrist where I grabbed myself.:eek:

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Back when I was just out of college, single, not in a relationship, just working and getting along, I had a dream that I’d given birth to a daughter. It was so vivid and real that when I woke up and had no baby, I was really in a funk for a couple of days. Not that I wanted a baby at that stage of my life, but the sense of loss was overwhelming. Weird.

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Once I had a flying dream. But it was not the soaring-through-the-air-with-ease kind. No, I was in my room, standing on my couch and a friend was telling me how to fly.
It was a bit like that Monty Python sketch, only no wires.
I remember feeling my muscles ache from flapping my arms so hard and getting almost up to the ceiling.
The amount of sensations, the extremely familiar surroundings and the meager results caused a moment of uncerainty when I woke up.

Now I know it’s ridiculous, but then my brain was trying to convince me that I could just start flapping my hands and lift off. :smiley:

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My son and youngest daughter came to me after school one day, complaining a couple kids had been giving them a hard time at school. Shoving, name-calling, taking lunch money & shoes, that sort of thing. I asked if they knew where the kids lived, and they did. So that evening we loaded up the deer rifle, got in the car and parked in front of one kid’s house and I shot the kid through his living room window. Went to the next kid’s house and did the same. Then we went home and went to bed. When I woke up I felt just awful, having murdered two kids like that. So bad that I reached over for the rifle, smooched the muzzle and pulled the trigger. I remember a loud pop, a faint ringing in my ears as I slowly lost consciousness (like when you black out from standing up too fast), and then a feeling of unbelievable peace. Then I woke up for real, hugged the kids (we were several states away from home, on vacation sort of), and never took Prozac again.

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I have no children. I never wanted children. I have never been pregnant.

I once had a very vivid dream that I as standing on a cliff overlooking an ocean. In an alcove in the cliff was a bench with a little girl sitting on it. I walked down and went over to her. She said “I was supposed to be your daughter.” I looked at her. She continued “I was supposed to be your daughter and have a brother. But you didn’t have children.”

I realized someone was standing behind me. A guy that looked exactly like my oldest brother, who said “We were supposed to be brother and sister. But you didn’t have us, so I got born to someone else, and she is now my daughter.”

It was so real, and I woke up shaking.