This isn’t a “decode my dream!” thread, I just had a really neat dream last night and was wondering what good dreams others have had.
In my dream last night, I was walking somewhere I had never been before. I turned to my left and there was an open-air type market thing, with little booths and t-shirt stands and whatnot, but I don’t remember seeing any people there. I noticed that I was standing on sand, so I turned to my right. What I saw was this - the most beautiful beach I had ever seen. Sparkling white sand, ocean as blue as the cloudless sky, hazy green islands far off on the distant horizon, and not another person in sight. I walked to the edge of the water and just stared out at the amazingly beautiful sight for a few seconds, then burst into tears. Then I ran far out into the water and dove in.
For the record, I’m in Kansas and the only beaches I have ever been to are Ocean City and Chesapeake Beach, not exactly beautiful by most standards. I’ve always had a fascination for secluded beaches, somewhere where I could be away from the population and be somewhere beautiful and unspoiled.
So that’s my dream. I woke up very sad that it was just a dream but as the day wore on and I thought about the dream more, it made me happy.
When I was four years old, I dreamt that my two friends and I were being chased by a great, big grizzly bear. The cool thing about the dream was that half the time, I was a little kid running for my life, looking over my should to see a bear raised on its hind legs waving its massive paws at me (this was what they actually used to do at the Detroit zoo, back when you were allowed to throw them peanuts – they would “wave” at the visitors.) And the other half of the time, I was seeing everything from the bears perspective! Way cool! I saw little Crayons and friends running away as my big, bear paws waved in front of my face!
Anyway, we had to get over a fence an then we’d be safe. The suspense was building and building… Would we be fast enough to beat the bear to the fence?..
Then, from the bear’s point of view, I saw three kids cimb over the puny chain link fence!
I was so thrilled I bolted wide awake, charged into my parents bedroom and started gleefully bouncing on the bed in celebration, squealing “We beat the bear! We beat the bear! We beat the bear!”
I have lots of cool dreams, so picking a best one would be hard, but here a few of the cooler ones.
I was hiking in Yosemite national park, when I started to jog. I left the trail and got onto a road, whereupon I started to run. I ran faster and faster, until I was running effortlessly at highway speeds weaving around cars. The dream ended when I got to route 22 in NJ. For the next year almost all my dreams were set near my old house there.
I’ve had a few flying dreams. Usually I can climb and walk on the air, or hold myself up by sheer willpower.
I’ve also had a few ‘werewolf’ dreams. In them I have long claws and can see in the infrared, and I’m stalking people. These are always very cool. People glow red, and cooler surfaces are yellow and black. I never actually catch people, just stealthily follow them around. I’m somehow invisible to the people I’m chasing.
In one of these werewolf dreams, I’m in some complex natural cave system, stalking some people, but I turn away and go deeper and deeper. I come to a dark sea, with a sandbar. Above the sandbar is a rock wall, with a wooden door in it. I open the door, and on the other side is an infinite dark shallow ocean. I explored for a while, but eventually realized that I had to go back, so I went back out the door and woke up. What was very cool about the dream was that I had the impression that I was exploring my own mind while dreaming it.
I love all sorts of dreams that are vivid and leave lasting impressions on me. Last night I had a dream that was rather mundane, but I was able to remember it so well that I thought about it several times during the day. I just wish the phone hadn’t rung in the middle of it, because I’d like to know how it turned out.
That being said, I love flying dreams. In mine, I don’t really soar, but I gently float above the ground, much like swimming.