One of my most recent, really memorable dreams was of a younger, Lethal Weaponish Mel Gibson running up and down my hall, naked. In the dream, my house was arranged as it was many years ago, with a couch under the picture window in the living room. Young Mel would jump up on the couch, run across it, jump down, over the coffee table and run back down the hall toward me.
What made this dream stand out in my mind was the fact that his manly bits were pixilated out… I censored my own dream!! And the dream me was thinking (these are the exact words in my dream mind) “I can’t even see his tallywhacker!”
The night before last I dreamed that my running buddy and I were in Paris for the Olympics and we went to an incredibly fancy restaurant in our hotel named Monsanto. (?) Whatever. And it was SO FANCY that while I know my etiquette we kept not knowing what to do and being confused and accidentally rude and it was very awkward and anxiety producing. And then John Oliver from the Daily Show showed up and started eating my running’ buddy’s cake! And he was a total jackass! And he showed off his solid gold loafers, in which he kept solid gold pens (sticking straight up.) So I pretended to drop something and I stole one of his shoe pens.
I couldn’t tell whether he knew I’d stolen it or not, but I did a very bad job of palming it.
I had a sequel to the school exam dream last night. It turns out that one of those tests that I showed up for never having been to the class had serious consequences. I failed the test and didn’t meet the requirements to graduate from college even though I told everyone I did and even faked my way onto the stage for the graduation ceremony.
Part II last night picks up right where that one left off. I enrolled in summer school so that I could secretly graduate for real and I am determined to do it right this time. The whole plan starts to fall apart however. I don’t have a place to live because I already moved out of my apartment and I can’t figure out where any of my classes are for the first class. I can’t even remember which ones I signed up for so no one can help me. I can’t have this happen yet again but it is about to. I just want to go to every single class, study hard, and do well on the test to get out of this mess but I can’t for some reason.
Thanks God I woke up before things got worse. It was a huge relief when I realized it was all a dream but one I know will be back.
I dreamed that I had insomnia, and when I woke up in the morning, I was just as worthless as I would have been if i really did not sleep. Not a joke, the setting of the dream was someplace other than my real house.
I had a hell of a nightmare the other night. I was in a bathroom or locker room and was combing my hair, there was a full length mirror off to the side and suddenly my peripheral vision picked up that my reflection in that mirror was moving independently. It disappeared from the mirror and I heard a strange noise from that direction.
I looked up and saw myself walking towards me, with an odd evil smile on my face.
There was no explicit threat, but I knew that I was in serious danger. Thank god my wife woke me up because I was whimpering in my sleep, I’d hate to think how that dream might have ended!
I had a dream the other night. I awoke in a large dark place that went on for miles. Above me, a loud booming voice spoke, seemingly from all directions at once.
It said, “Before you is a person who is ill and needs help and healing. If you will help to heal this person now, someday you may be healed when you need it most.”
I could not see the person, but they seemed to cough and have a flu. Without thinking, I made them tea.
It was in a large mug with two tea bags and two splashes of lemon and two teaspoons of honey. After it was done and stirred, I heated it again to make sure it was piping hot when it was served. The person took the mug and I was back in the dark place again.
“Is it enough?” I cried into the distance. There was no answer. I turned and yelled as loud as I could in as many directions as I could. “…Was it enough?”
Lightning crashed in the distance. As the peel of thunder rolled away, I thought that I heard a voice… a woman’s voice… singing as she played the piano.
I had a very strange dream last night. Upon awaking, I could’ve discussed what happened in the dream although not in much detail. At noon, I could have said something about what the dream was about. Now all I can say is it was really weird.
Three drag queens (rather nicely put together BTW) were trying to get me to take them out of an apartment house in a very crappy ghetto, with lots of strange looking, scary dudes sitting on the stoops outside, drinking beer and eyeing us oddly.
A dog came roaring up and I was able to calm the dog down, and for whatever reason, that seemed to be the key to “safe passage” and the three drag queens went down the steps and got into a waiting taxi and drove off.
I have no idea where the hell that dream came from and even when I woke up, still remembering it, I sort of smiled but thought, “That was weird.”
i had a dream back in 1989 that i was with Haunani Minn, who played “Hang” on China Beach and she is playing her guitar she is singing songs that are from the Vietnam war era and i was singing a host of church favorites such as “Leaning on the Everlasting Arms,” in barely-disguised boogie and me and her were as talented as the song leader in Jimmy Swaggart’s church and then Dana Delany and then Nan Woods and Jack Hayford and Steve Cauble and Nancy Giles joined in that ws a werud dream but it combined my favorite show with my favorite music(gospel)
I also had a dream back in 1991 that I was with Nancy Giles and Dana Delany at the war memorial and Nancy Giles was singing “America the Beautiful” and I was singing you guess it “How Great Thou Art” and Dana Delany was singing “Far From Home”
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Pastor Jack Hayford and Pastor Steve Cauble of the Church On The Way decide to attend the “Battle of the Bands” concert at China Beach I do not go because I have to attend a church service on the base led by Reggie Wilcox who was Jimmy Swaggart’s song leader but church is over before the concert is over Jack and Steve ask me If should go the military police want to take “Hang” away but I and Pastor Jack and Pastor Steve and Reggie Wilcox convince them that she is not doing anything wrong
the next day they clear my friend of any wrongdoing and “Nurse McMurphy” comes out and asks me “Now what were you and “Hang” doing last night?” I say “well we were just singing” she says “OK I wont bother you then” me and her get on the Jeep and go to the base for the day
Not so much because the dream itself was weird, but because it was prophetic, in a way…
I briefly met Death (yes, black cowl and robe) at a party, just waved at him as I walked past without a care in the world. But he didn’t have his scythe…
I then go to read my morning comics, and see Lio picking up a hitchiking Death and bringing him to a farm supply store so he can get a new scythe. The design of the character in the comic was identical to that of the image in the dream.
Yes, this artist has put Death into his comics before, but, still…
Oh, man, I’ve got dozens. Here is one of the more recent ones:
I’m standing in a flat somewhere in Beijing (though I’ve never been to China). At the moment no one else is there. I’m in a kitchen; all the cabinets are a very glossy burled wood. The owners must be relatively well off as the place has large American-style appliances. I walk through the rest of the flat; there is a living room to the right of the kitchen; beyond that a bedroom with two low cots, apparently a kid’s room. The walls seem to be concrete or to be painted off-white; furnishings are sparse and look uncomfortable, and there are no paintings or prints on the walls. There are a couple of windows, and outside I have an impression of several large, identical tower blocks of apartments like this one.
The family who owns the flat shows up: middle-aged husband, wife, grandfather, and a ten-year-old boy. The boy is the only one who speaks English and it seems I’ll be renting a place at another location from them, and I will be given the key but must stay for dinner first. This seems to consist of roasting bread with melted cheese on it over a gas fire while everyone watches the news on TV. I don’t end up eating anything.
Suddenly I’m talking to four westerners who apparently have been in town awhile. They are all male and in their 20s; one, in a white suit, looks a bit like a young David Bowie. There are going to go have dinner somewhere; I ask whether we are going downtown and they say that only tourists go there and that we are going to some other district on the outskirts. One of them mentions “We’ll need to take the armored truck”, which turns out to be a huge, dark gray Dodge Ram pickup with dual rear wheels. We smoke and snort our way down crowded, narrow streets as pedestrians scatter ahead of us. In my head seems to be a sort of travelogue narration that mentions that Beijing doesn’t have any market squares. My view pulls back like a movie camera to an overhead view of the truck making its way through the streets and at that point I wake up.
this one’s too funny
i am in a helicopter with Deputy David Tilstra and were doing our patrol flight and he starts aiming the gun at “Colleen” from “China Beach” in her jeep thinking she might be doing a illegal still he fires at her and she yells at us to stop! really funny! she even cusses us out!
I dreamed that I was lying in bed, listening to an episode of This American Life. I got dressed and went outside, and right in front of my house was a car which had an old fashioned radio microphone instead of a steering wheel. Ira Glass was sitting there, recording. I tapped on the glass and he looked annoyed and make a “shoo!” motion. So, yeah, my subconscious must think Ira Glass is sort of a jerk.
My dreams don’t make enough sense for me to explain. They often involve a lot of random things, usually from my childhood such as areas I’ve lived in…etc. There is also some fusion with feelings such as well being…even acid trips. But to explain it would be hard at best.
It’s rare that I ever had a dream that actually scared me but I did have one where I was in an abandoned building, at night, in the middle of nowhere being hunted more or less by aliens like the big eyed grey ones they show on TV documentaries lol.
Once in a great while I’ll get a lucid dream, where I become aware that I’m dreaming and have full control over what I see and experience. Those are fun. I also once had an out of body experience dream that was amazingly surreal with extreme amounts of detail. As far as my last dream, I really don’t remember.
