I was in a friend’s attic, I didn’t know they had an attic (and in real life they don’t). It was fixed up and furnished, really nice. I saw two monkeys in a cage and I thought they must keep them in the attic because it’s illegal to keep them as pets.
Then I saw three more cages, each with a man in them. The men were horribly deformed and also seemed mentally disabled as well. One of them stuck his left arm out and insisted I had to shake hands with him. My friends were hugging one of them through the bars and told me how they had adopted them because nobody else would want them, and that this was their way of giving back. It cost them 19% of their money to care for them and how her mother was upset that they would spend money on the men instead of giving it to her.
I finally asked them why they kept the men caged and my friend says, quite cheerfully, that they were psychopathic killers and and were never allowed out of their cages.
I dreamt I was at a wedding for someone on my husband’s side of the family (both his mom’s and dad’s families were in the dream). We were at a very nice hotel and it was the day before the wedding. In my dream I realized that my husband had left to go somewhere with some of his cousins. He had left me with no money, no room key and no car keys. So I was stuck for 4 hours without a way to get some privacy from the clans. I was able to get some booze because I had a credit card but no food because that was cash only (weird). I couldn’t get any cash because no ATM and the nearest one was 20 miles away. The front desk wouldn’t give me a room key because, of course, I couldn’t remember what the room number was.
My husband finally shows up and I lit into him in that quiet pissed off but can’t cause a scene way.
I remember one morning, I was trying to have a conversation with my GF (just like I always do) as she was putting on her make up to get ready for work. The whole time I’m trying to talk with her she’s being very curt and snide with me. I tried to just brush it off at first and keep talking with her, until finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to ask her: “Is there any reason why you’re being such a bitch to me this morning?”
Her response was: “Yeah, I had a dream about you last night and you pissed me off in my dream”
Me: :smack:
[I’m not implying anything derogatory about you mistymage, I just thought it was funny. :)]
Nope, because I wouldn’t have been getting ready for work at your place. … I was already hooked up with Mistermage by then And before that I was in high school and never spent the night when I had to get up and go to work the next day.
I prefer the waking up mad dreams to the waking up sad and crying ones (somebody died). I’ll take both of those, though, over the terrified zombies are breaking in nightmares. (Our bedroom used to be part of the living room so right next to my side of the bed is a really nice bay window that is about knee high from the outside thanks to the added on porch.)
But I much prefer waking up from a good wet dream even if, like a prior poster, most of the time the guy in my dreams is my husband. That puts me in such a good mood the rest of the day.
I’d just bought an old pontiac firebird. I was very pleased, it looked great. It even had a fancy doohickey that allowed it to be magically towed behind my current car without any hitch or hookup, so I could drive the two home straight away. Then I got in it and the gas pedal broke off underfoot. That’s ok, I can sort of still press on the bar. I went for a little joyride. But after stopping at a stop sign, drive turned into reverse, and reverse was also reverse. The car would only go backwards.
I was just about to start getting thoroughly pissed at my lemon of a car when my alarm clock woke me up.
I have enjoyed all the other ones in this thread. I always like a good dream thread now and again.
I looked up the retirement formula at work to see when is the earliest I can retire
I stayed late at work even though my boss has chided me about it
I had an accident with my car recently where I hit the wrong pedal and surged into a garage door
I dreamed my boss called me in and told me since I had been here 30 years, she would be posting my job on November 16. I was welcome to apply for it (but she didn’t seem like I really had a chance). I then had to walk to H/R which was somehow in a separate building in this secluded area down a long dirt road. Magically then I was in my car driving away, when it surged a little and leapt forward. In the dream I thought, this means there’s something wrong with the car and it wasn’t all my fault about the garage door!
I had a horrible dream this morning right before waking up. The mother of one of my son’s friends was walking up the steps of a church. I was at the top of the steps. It was a very long set of steps. She collapsed and died halfway up. Then I woke up.
It was a totally bizarre and random dream. No idea why any of us were at a church. None of us attend regularly. She is in good health.
Over the weekend, I had a very unhappy dream. I was in an airport with my family, crushed into a huge crowd of people. We were all being evacuated for some reason I never discerned. Some police came along with a cordon and snaked it through the crowd. As police lined up along the cordon, the loud speaker announced that those to the right of the cordon would make it out and those to the left would not. At first I was relieved to find myself and me family on the correct side of the cordon, but then I looked out into the crowd and saw my high school boyfriend with his family staring back at me from the wrong side of the cordon. There was nothing I could say or do and the police were already moving my group along. I kept eye contact until the very last second and when I could no longer see him, I cried and cried.
This former boyfriend isn’t someone I’ve kept in contact with over the years, so I don’t know why he would show up in this dream, and in such an awful context. I woke up with tears running down my face and my knees drawn up against my body in a fetal position. It was so real and painful a dream, I didn’t really want to go back to sleep (even though it was 3:30 am).
This is my second time posting in this thread, but I have very vivid and bizarre dreams almost every night, so I could post in it every day…
Last night I dreamed that I was sentenced to prison. I don’t recall what it was for, possibly embezzling, but the reason didn’t seem that important to me. I was standing before a judge, entered a plea of not guilty, and she just said that I was guilty, and that I’d be going to prison. Not right then, I somehow understood that I’d have a couple of months before I went in, but it was so devastating. An old friend of mine also got sentenced to prison at the same time, but for something different. Gah, that dream sucked.
When I was a kid, I had a nightmare that I still remember to this day. I had been captured by a witch that looked exactly like the one on The Wizard of Oz.
She actually didn’t seem all that menacing, she did however keep threatening to stick bananas in my ears. And for some reason, that seemed absolutely horrifying to my child brain.
When I woke up from the dream and ran into my mother’s room to seek comfort. She just laughed at me when I told her what I had dreamed about. (I mean, she still comforted me, but still…)
This afternoon (I work nights) I dreamed I was drinking in a bar with Miley Cyrus. And she was wearing the same dirty white underwear she was wearing in the “Wrecking Ball” video. And she wanted to give me a guitar.
My dreams are notoriously weird and I never know what causes them. Last night’s was no different.
I dreamt that I was at a fashion show for a clothing line made out of curtains. The designer kept using these hideous patterns and everything looked awful. Then I saw Doc Brown from BttF and someone was like ‘Omg he’s in love with you’. And suddenly I was in love with him too. But then he married someone else because our love just wasn’t meant to be and it broke both our hearts. But then he was caught peeking in on next year’s designs for the curtain clothes and got in deep shit. Some thug knocked him out and stuffed him in a car and set it on fire. I had to rescue him and then we had to escape the fashion mafia. So we jump into a car and sped away. I look behind us and see the giant disembodied head of Robin Williams chasing us and screaming about toothpaste. Then the brakes on the car gave out and then I woke up.
Just last night I was working the counter at a rather dingy bowling alley and the cast of Ghostbusters came in. Bill Murray did most of the talking for them.
ETA: I didn’t read the whole thread, I hope no one posted this already.
I was supposed to go out with my sister but decIded i would rather go to the carnival that suddenly appeared in town. It was fantastic. I imagine my sister was pissed though.
I was with a group in a basement apartment of some kind, several rooms anyway, looking for “stuff”, the sort of interesting things you might find at a garage or estate sale. I came across a gadget made of a straight piece of wood maybe 18 inches long with several metal strips attached to it and to each other, with some of the bolts missing. I was baffled, until I realized the assembly was to “change the settings” on the slide rule fastened to the metal linkage. This was not to do calculations, but to set it up for different uses. I decided to take it to the next room to show the others.
When I came in, one guy was down on the floor explaining how the person we had been hunting for had escaped by putting himself down the garbage disposal in this three-inch floor drain. There were a few splatters of blood around, but not much.
The looking-for stuff is certainly from the hobby Zyada and I have of going to estate sales, and I’m sure the slide rule came from a recent thread here, and the drain/garbage disposal are common enough.
I was getting dressed and going to a dance. I picked out the brightest red fabric I could find and it wrapped itself around me and formed into a dress on its own. I put on arm bangles that looked like golden snakes. Then, I walked from one room into the other, and it was a ballroom. All around me were human-sized animals dressed in gowns and tuxedos. Elephants, snakes, tigers, birds.
A tarantula wearing a top hat came up and asked me to dance (two of his appendages were in each sleeve and pant leg). While we were dancing, he told me that someone was trying to kill me and that I needed to leave as soon as possible. I looked down at my arm bangles, and the snakes on them came alive. They grew into giant anacondas and began fighting each other over who would kill me. As they were fighting, I fled back through the door.
The door led to a forest. I was running through the woods, branches tearing at my clothes until I was completely naked, standing at the edge of a river. A very large toad floated past me, and he had a man’s face. The man was extremely ugly, and was laughing at me. Terrified, I turned to leave but one of the snakes burst from the water and pulled me into it. I was fighting it under water.
I’m not sure if any of you have seen the animated movie Fire and Ice, but there’s one scene where Larn fights a sea monster to protect Princess Teegra and stabs it in the eye with a spear - that’s essentially what happened. When I finally escaped and swam to the surface, I was in the ocean. I started swimming, and in the distance I saw a giraffe in the water, its neck and head the only thing visible. All of this was perfectly logical to me while I was dreaming. I asked if I could catch a ride on his neck and he said yes, so I did. He brought me to land, and when I stood on the beach I realized that the trees were made of play-doh. I had just begun building myself a house on the beach when I woke up.
I try to write down my dreams as soon as I wake up, because they make little to no sense but are fun nevertheless.
And before that I was in high school and never spent the night when I had to get up and go to work the next day.
(I mean, she still comforted me, but still…)