In a few, I’m trying to endlessly shut off a beeper/ cellphone/ alarmclock/ car alarm, getting more and more frustrated, until I wake up with my digital alarm reading that it’s been ringing for that long.
In others, I look all over the building I’m in for a restroom, finally decide I just have to pee in front of everyone, but can’t, and wake up so full I can barely make it to the bathroom.
And erotic dreams (you can guess how they go).
Then there’s the odd falling dream, where I’m sailing off a bridge, arms akimbo, and wake in the identical pose.
The latest was I was on the sidewalk, when I can’t move. Someone is grabbing me from behind, and I’m screaming to passersby for help. I wake up unable to move, having tangled in my sheets, and woken someone in the next room with my cries for help.
I had a falling dream too. I went into my house and it smelled funny and my brother’s wife flciked the light switch and the house blew up and I was in the air and I could see my backyard from the air. As I landed on the ground I woke up on the ground with my arms spread out.
I’ve had the buzzing noise dream myself quite often. My alarm clock makes the shrillest noise you can imagine (I guess that’s what you’d want if you really want to get up in the morning). I’ve had dreams where the phone would ring or an alarm would sound with that noise (only to find that it was the alarm clock).
A doozy that I’ve had more than once is where I’m dreaming that there is a stranger in my room. I will wake up with a start only to find out that my wife is entering or leaving the room. Mind you, it scares the heck out of her when I do that.
I once had a dream that I was playing solitare in bed (with real cards–not the computer version!) and in the dream, the cards scattered–and I was desperately trying to gather all the cards together. I woke up in bed on my knees, with all the covers bunched up in my arms.
I have the alarm clock dreams all the time, just that my clock goes off on the radio, so I have dreams of music and conversations, most of them being rather amusing.
I often dream that I’m holding something, usually something mundane, like a water bottle or a TV remote, but once it was this big honking laser gun with grenade launcher attached (I was dreaming that I was killing aliens and having sex at the same time… and yes, I’m SURE I was holding the laser gun)… ANYWAY, I’d dream I was holding something, and when I’d wake up, I’d still feel that thing in my hand… then I’d look at my hand and it’d be gone…
I’ve also had a couple of premonitions and “prophetic” dreams (none of which would have come to fruition yet, if the dream’s to be believed)… odd stuff…
When I was still living with my parents I’d often sleep with my radio on all night. Several times I had a dream that I was trying to find something decent to listen to, but every station was playing the same song (in the most memorable case, Whitney Houston). I’d grow more and more frustrated until I woke up and realized that whatever song was driving me insane was on the station I’d fallen asleep to.
I also sometimes dream that I’ve tripped and I’m about to take a really nasty (or just plain embarrassing) fall, only to wake up with a jolt. Takes a couple seconds for the adrenaline rush to fade, but I fall asleep again really quickly-- like it drains me.
Not only reality-influenced, but predictive as well:
Sometimes I need ear plugs so I can go to sleep. Last night was one of those times. Anyway, some time during the night I took out one ear plug and then dozed off again, losing it in the bed. A little later I woke up enough to realize it was gone, but was able to go back to sleep. I clearly remember dreaming that I found the ear plug in the bed when morning came. And sure enough I did find it in the bed when I woke up this morning. Amazing, huh?
The single trippiest, most psychedelic, make-Tim-Leary-let-out-a-low-whistle dream I ever had was early one morning, after my clock radio had gone off but failed to wake me, and was playing “Purple Haze.” I’m talking about four-color comic book panels, silhouette plays, and a cheshire cat with spiral eyes on top of a ziggurat against a flashing techniolor sky. Brotha Jimi, apparently, had somethin’ to say to me that morning.
During my early teens I had an ancient lamp by my bed. It was pretty but it must have had a short. It often would not always turn on the first attempt and sometimes not at all. It became so stressful to wake up from a bad dream or hear a noise and not be able to turn on the light that I finally convinced my mom to get another lamp. But to this day, over 15 years later, I still have regular dreams that something horrid - amorphous but equipped with solid fangs and claws - is hissing toward my bed and light will make it go away - but I’m turning and turning the switch futilely and the lamp won’t come on… Aiiii! (I realize that what this says about my metal age is up for debate in another forum… )
This one really sucked. Back when I was still using my asthma inhaler (it’s been a few years), I would sometimes have dreams where I was having a bad asthma attack. I would try using my inhaler, but to no avail. I would suffer from my asthma throughout the dream until I woke up to discover that, in real life, I hadn’t been breathing, at all. Needless to say, I would wake up gasping for air. This seemed to happen more often when I was under stress.
I had a terrifying recurring dream about me and my family being burnt to a crisp by a nuclear explosion.
It was very vivid, our bodies looked like pieces of paper after they had been set on fire, charred curled, etc…
I had this dream from 4th through 6th grade. In the early 90s I was watching a special that showed a commercial that was aired only a couple of times. It was propaganda. The scene showed a little blonde girl and at the end of the clip, a huge nuclear explosion. When I saw that I almost shit my pants. I remembered seeing it when I was very young. I just knew where that recurring dream came from. It was a strange feeling of reliving it all again
Once when I was in elementary school I had a dream of myself as an adult. I could see myself interacting with other people. During a conversation with another person I heare my name called and in the dream I could see myself turn to find out who was speaking. Then I woke up and I realized it was the woman who helped my mother keep house. She was calling me to get ready for school. Weird.
A few times, after working way too long on one programming project or another, I’ve had dreams where I think of people as functions. When I’m awake, I don’t quite understand how that works, but in the dream it made perfect sense.
Just a few nights ago, I must have strained a muscle in my shoulder while asleep, because in the middle of a dream a mountain lion jumped out and bit me. I had it tensed for the rest of the dream (a few minutes), and woke up with it hurting.
More interesting than most of my dreams, certainly…
If I’m really stressed, I’ll dream about whatever it is. The worst series of these came the summer I worked in a grocery deli. Now the job wouldn’t have been so bad, except I had never dealt with the public before and I was very shy at that point in time. Put that together with the high turnover rate, and I was closing by myself every night and training new employees almost weekly well before I had been there a month.
In those dreams, I was looking for a ham(the big, pink square ones) in the window case. I wouldn’t be abel to find it at all. When I finally woke up, I would be standing at the windows of my room, digging through my dresser drawers.
The others I have are pregnancy dreams- I have them occasionally, and they are progressive. I move through the pregnancy in my dreams- not in one night, but over a period of months. Curious, hmmm?
-Lsura
I have the weirdest dreams of anyone I know. On a very regular basis. Not a week goes by that I don’t amuse, shock, stun, or at least cause some head-shaking with my f-cked up dreams.
Here’s the weirdest, which I had when I was about 14.
I am wandering through my parents’ house, and I feel really horrible. Sick and tired and scared and in pain. I just have this terrible awful feeling that I’m going to die. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. The face I see is thin and gaunt, with long stringy red hair. (This is not what I look like.) Then I wake up.
A few days later, my father’s Newsweek magazine was delivered to the house and I was reading it. This was when AIDS was starting to come to public attention, and there was a big article about it in the magazine. I turned the page to see a picture of this poor young girl who was dying of AIDS … she had a thin, gaunt face, with long stringy red hair. The same face I’d seen in my dream.
For a while I was having the most mundane dreams imaginable.
I remember this one where I was walking into my apartment and I droped some Skittles. I picked em up and was bummed out cause they got dirty.
THATS it.
No flying, no premonitions, no “I’m in my parents’ house, but it’s not a house, it’s a rabbit” type stuff.
Just dusty candy.
Spooky huh?
Luckily enough, in real life I can fly and have clear incite into what rabbit my parents are going to move into.
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