This morning I woke (because of the torrential down pour) in the middle of a dream about an earth quake in downtown Cincinnati. What was odd was the quake had caused parts of the sides of several of the high-rises to fall off and expose the interior. All the people were scrambling down the sides like ants out damaged ant hills.
I had a dream, actually a nightmare, that I was a muffler on a 1957 Chevy. There was loud noise. There was heat. There was vibration. There was even bad smells.
I awoke exhausted.
I don’t buy it.
It sounds like you’re just blowin’ smoke.
This kind of humor has a tendency to backfire.
I was taking a vacation with my mom to Flagstaff, AZ. For some reason I ended up riding a bicycle on the street and ended up in the local high school. I found a friend from my old high school there and she gave me a hug while talking to someone else, but other than the hug she didn’t acknowledge my existence or even notice me even when I was talking to her.
I then entered the halls to cut through the school to get to the road on the other side of the school, but quickly got lost. I ended up going to the front office (which I found effortlessly and without directions after I wanted to). After talking to the lady at the front desk I found out I needed a school bike permit to be able to leave the school and get back on the road. The qualifications for getting the bike permit were to obey the laws of the road in the school’s district, but to actively try to break all the laws I could while in their rival school’s district. Naturally I agreed because I was on vacation and likely would never end up in the rival school’s district and figured it would never come up.
There was a monitor/TV hanging from the ceiling in the room (like in waiting rooms for doctors offices and such) and Tales of Graces was playing, and my friend from my first college was there playing it. I talked to him about the game, but instead of Tales of Graces everything he said was about Rock Band (which I used to play with thim). For some bizarre reason THIS mundane fact is the bit of information that made me realize I was dreaming, and from there it became a lucid dream.
I had a dream once where I was out walking through a field and noticed three rotting heads in a clump of weeds. Obviously I needed to call the police but first I’d better clean the heads up some.
Then I’m back home in my kitchen. I’ve got a huge stock pot boiling on the stove with the three heads inside. They’re nearly boiled clean when suddenly it dawns on me that this was a very bad idea and wasn’t going to look good at all to the cops.
I woke up then and was actually upset with myself for a minute for doing something for doing something so stupid before realizing it was just a dream.On the bright side, if I ever do find rotting heads in a field, I’ll know better.
Last week I dreamt that I met my stepbrother in the lobby of the apartment building, and he informed me that I was about to inherit 11 million dollars.
Then I woke up, and I had 3/4 of an hour to get out of bed, get ready, and get to work. Sigh…
As I tweeted this morning, my latest dream involved a male stripper. Did I see him strip? Oh no. Instead it was somehow my responsibility to bring him to the clinic after midnight because he was sick. I was pissed about that since I hadn’t gone to bed yet, and had to get up at six for work. So, on the way to the clinic, he’s like let’s go to the garage and see if my car is ready; apparently that’s why he needed a ride, his car was being fixed too. Fine. But then the garage’s lot turned into a seven-eleven, and I was just so sick of driving and just wanted to go home, so I drove through the store instead of around it. The owners weren’t please, and the cops were called.
An oldie of mine. Scuba diving somewhere. We find a wreck. I am all excited and everyone else is kinda “meh”. But its full of chocolate bunny rabits. More “meh”. But you guys don’t understand, its the SOLID chocolate ones, not the cheap assed hollow ones!
One from last night- I’m not sure what the rest of it was, but I woke up in the middle of a disclaimer that the dream was for ‘entertainment purposes only’. With a text screen, and one of those slightly-too-fast voiceovers.
I wish I could remember what the rest of it was, maybe it was marketable…
This reminds me of a horrific dream I had a few months ago. Somehow or other there were these prisoners, and I think I was among them, being tortured. And the thing was, the evil entities would tell you what they were going to do to you, and you were required to give permission for it to happen. But if you said no, the proposed tortures just got worse and worse, so in order to stop it from escalating you had to agree to something horrible. And this was all involving very graphic genital mutilation, both male and female.
But the odd thing was, for some reason I knew I was safe. I was very calm about the whole thing. I didn’t know it was a dream, exactly, but I had a sense of ‘‘everything’s going to be okay.’’ I think I escaped.
It’s funny, because the really bad nightmares where I actually wake up screaming aren’t typically the ones where I’m being tortured or harmed or whatever. The ones where I wake up screaming, I dream that I’m back at home - the home I grew up in - and I just have all of this unbridled rage toward everyone around me, and I keep getting more and more angry. Sometimes the anger is rational, because I’m responding to bad things from my childhood, but my anger is just exploding all over the place and all over my loved ones, and I can feel their contempt for me growing, and I just get more and more angry. They almost always involve my mother and either arguing with her or having family members yell at me for arguing with her. In these dreams, I feel so out of control, even though I know my behavior is causing people to hate me, I can’t stop, because a part of me feels justified. And I wake up yelling, usually something along the lines of ''SHUT THE FUCK UP!" It almost always involves profanity. I’m sure my neighbors love that. This happens maybe once or twice a week.
On a lighter note, one of my most memorable dreams was going into a KFC and jumping into a vault full of mashed potatoes exactly like the Scrooge McDuck cartoon.
It’s not lately but I once had a dream almost exactly like this comic when I was younger. Sometimes I still like to imagine this life is the dream world and I’ll wake up into the real world when it ends.
God, I hope not.
I woke up from a home break-in dream last night. I was looking out the window at this guy, and he was just brazenly wacking away at the glass with an evil grin on his face. Fortunately, I woke up before he got at me. I think it was spurred by a recent SD thread. I’ve had much stranger dreams, but don’t record them in a notebook and don’t remember any of them enough to explain them.
Last night I dreamed of a dog talking to me, it had a high voice and was some kind of a terrier with longish hair. Didn’t say anything special, we just held a conversation.
Oh and she had sunglasses on.
This morning I dreamt that giant flying rats were invading my yard.
Again?
Oddly enough, I had a dream weird enough this that I tapped some notes on it into my iPhone. [brackets] are annotations I’m adding now.
Playing hide and seek. Isabel Evans or Katherine heigl was it, and I got to home free, but she cried fowl[foul] saying that shed tagged me (with her whiskers?) and I didn’t stop. I went along with her, but when I found I was last to be tagged I asked her to prove her case. Mark t [my boss at work] was judging the case. She changed her story and said thst she touched me with fingertips once - She said she had a photo of me, but the first picture that came up [one a phone] was a deer
I had two odd dreams about somebody dying last night.
In the first dream this guy who I haven’t been friends with in ages died of AIDS. Strangely, I wasn’t that sad, I just felt disbelief that he was gone. There wasn’t much to the dream- just a viewing of the body.
In the second dream I was in this weird, all white, kind of falling apart attic room with my Grandma who was too sick to leave. The singer Morrissey had died and my family was bringing meat to the funeral and I kept saying, “Why?? That guy doesn’t eat meat!!” Then my mom came in and was telling my Grandma about how I “know all these famous people” and then she was talking about how we needed to remodel the house.
I dreamt I was back at summer camp. Except instead of the bible camp I went to has a kid I was at a clothing optional summer camp. Where all the girls & female counselors opted for clothing and all the boys (myself included) & male counselors opted for nudity. Then I was an adult and had to get back to my apartment while still naked. Which wasn’t a problem, but when I arrived I realized I didn’t have my keys. :smack: So I had to break in. And for some reason my apartment was half in the woods and half in train station and had huge windows on both sides. But I was able to verbally order the windows to turn from transparent to translucent.
My boss and I were motorcycle-riding crime fighters.