Whoa... (WARNING-- dream-related, long and a wee bit adult)

Ok… I need some perspectives, opinions, and such. Sit yer butts down (easy since yer at yer computer) and listen close. Gots a dream ta tell ya about and it’s a might strange. 'Ere goes:
I was walking through an upstairs alley way street market at night, looking around with a friend of mine. I went through a few shops while this friend went another way and we met up later in some little upstairs cafe. I was still shopping when I met Sir Ian Mckellan (not dressed up as Gandalf). He had been watching me while I walked and wanted to speak to me in a somewhat private place (one of the smaller shops). Basically, he was wanting to have a child with a girl who wouldn’t tell anyone she was pregnant (yeah, yeah, I know… but it gets weirder) and kind of be a companion. He wanted privacy and it seemed like some sort of honor (yeah, I’m a freak, I know). Anyway, I didn’t really say nay or yay to the deal but somehow I knew I was pregnant after awhile, even though I wasn’t showing. Anyway, I went to my acting class at a university and found out my teacher was Jeff Goldblum (Jurassic Park style) and he came up to me and smiled this slow, intense smile. I thought he was about to hit on me when he said, “I don’t like you.” and walked off. I felt a little humilated and left class.

Then I was Donna from the 70’s show and was shopping in this huge used CD/head shop store and I was with Jackie (70’s show). We were looking at porn mags and the clerk was talking to us about some device that would make us feel good. I looked down to discover I was topless and had tiny wires wrapped around my nipples. I looked over at Jackie and she was also topless with the wires around her nipples too. I didn’t feel embarrassed or scared but when the guy turned the machine on, I could feel the slightest tingling sensation, then more of a vibration and I knew all the guys in the store were watching us, getting excited but it still didn’t bother me. It seemed normal somehow (don’t make fun of me yet, it gets weirder), the situation didn’t even cross my mind.

I was then myself, pregnant with Ian’s baby and we were crawling out of this cave at the base of this mountain. I knew Ian had carved out the cave because the “last day” was coming and he wanted to be ready. The cave opened out onto this very serene and calm ocean, with a tiny section of beach that ran along the base of another huge mountain. Ian (now looking like Gandalf) was looking at the sky, judging the time(?). It was afternoon and the sun was getting lower in the sky, and I felt this horrible sense of loneliness and sadness because somehow we were the only two people left on earth. We didn’t have much time though, it felt like time was running out (not sure exactly what it meant).

Then I was with my SO, at his parents’ house and we were all swimming. There were some people staying there, I remember only two girls in the pool with us while some other people I couldn’t see were sitting around (a barbeque?) and my SO kept wanting to talk to one of the girls (her parents might have been of Japanese heritage and she had long black hair). He basically ignored me to go and talk to her, swim with her. I had to leave for some reason and wanted him to walk me out or kiss me goodbye and he sort of waved me off. I said very clearly and coldly, “You’d better behave yourself” to get his attention and then he looked at me kind of funny. He knew exactly what I meant- no sex with her or we’d be over. I walked toward the door and saw him get back into the pool to swim with the girl and I said it again. It sucked because he acted like I wasn’t there until I spoke and then he acted hurt that I’d say such a thing. He was “only trying to be friendly” but I could tell he was interested in her. It kind of blew my mind. He was like two different people. And that I expected him to behave with this girl while I was secretly pregnant with Ian’s baby made me feel even stranger and upset. I was incredibly unhappy.

Then I was Donna again and trying to get Eric (70’s show Eric) to talk to me. We had had a fight and I was moving out of his parents’ house (it looked like a hotel hallway with all these doors). I kept coming over and getting my stuff but I was really trying to make him see me and hopefully miss me, and want to make up. He just ended up frustrated and yelling at me. At some point during the future, we ended up in the same place and I was telling him that we should get back together, that we were meant for each other (this reminds me of the show where they broke up and she wanted to get back with him after Kelso’s brother dumped her) and how breaking up was a mistake.
Ok, folks, speak up. WTF, right? I dream the strangest things! :stuck_out_tongue:

Now, this dream took place after I got upset at my SO but it was my fault. I made a mistake via miscommunication and I know it’s my fault. Wonder if that has any bearing on the dream. You can read about my mistake here:http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=261105

I killed my own thread!! ARRGHHHHH!

I can’t believe you remembered all that from one dream!

Oh, honey… that’s nothing! I dream vividly about 75% of the time and enjoy it. I’ve always had intense and rich dreams. If only I could somehow record them visually for others, they’d make great mini-movies! :smiley:

Step awaaaaay from the television, ma’m. Turn it off, and step awaaaay from the television.

Where do I sign up to start getting these kind of dreams? :smiley:

singing Oo-ooh Jackie, what fun you have had…

I AM a weirdo, aren’t I? ::sniffles::

Not any weirder than I am. :slight_smile:

You say that like it’s a bad thing…

I wonder what it says about me if I reveal a sex dream where I had sex with myself… as a CLONE. She was me and I was doing naughty things to her. Eh? EH?? How weird am I now?

Ok…I get it. The dream world is like some kind of enormous dryer in a cosmic laundromat…see, you’ve got some bits of my dreams and I’ve got some of yours…and that’s got to be how it is, since you dream exactly the same way I do.

Weird when spoken out loud, but highly meaningful as it runs through your brain…you just can’t communicate how the dream actually was…am I right?

Yeah, your dream doesn’t seem so weird. You’re worried about something in life and if it has a future. You want it to…but you’re not sure you’re entirely in control of it.

Sex with yourself? I think…pardon my naughtiness…maybe your SO might be interested in knowing about them? Maybe you just need to take the time to make yourself happy–are you a people pleaser?

I’ll shut up now.
sweet dreams,s

Heh, my dreams are even weirder- the one where I was talking to the old man who’s head had been cut off but was held up on his shoulders by a dozen tiny little white men dancing around and the one where I could see in the infrared come to mind.

Hail to all the vivid dreamers out there!! I love my dreams usually and hope they don’t fade away. Why yes, I am a people pleaser… how could you tell? :smiley:

I tell my SO all my wicked, weird dreams and he just looks at me like… :dubious:

I’m kidding, he’s cool with it and loves the sex dreams I share.

It sounds to me like you had a few seperate dreams that kind of got mixed together. Like you were channel surfing on your dreams.

Any way, you know Sir Ian is gay, right?

Any way, yes you feel bad about the things that went down between you and your hubby.

But tell us more about the Donna and Jackie wired up boobies. Just how good did it feel?

Sanguine, I have vivid dreams too, but I usually forget most of the details before I can relate them. One fragment from last night, however, involved the Doper misstee. She had apparently sent me a few boxes of homebaked cookies for Christmas, and had placed the desserts on two or three colorful plates that had a stained-glass effect. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to return the plates, and then my mother came into the room and said that “missree” (not sure if that was the exact word, but it was some “close but no cigar” version of “misstee”) had sent me a note about the plates.

I had apparently been away from home (no, I don’t live with my parents, but you know how elastic the sense of time can be in dreams) for a few weeks, and had a big stack of mail to go through. One item was a card from misstee in which she bemoaned the fact that she had grown used to hearing from me weekly and was wondering why I hadn’t written in a while. She went on to remind me to return the plates.

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On an all-too-real note, I’ve been having problems with spyware and am now typing this post on a computer in the Purdue veterinary library while my Dell is being debugged. I heard there was a great BBQ Pit thread on getting rid of adware/spyware, but every time I tried to access the SDMB this past week, the computer “froze up” on me. It was almost as if the folks at BargainBuddy, the boys at www2.flingstone.com, and their cyberhell-brethren were deliberately preventing me from accessing the information that could bring their amusing little antics to an end. Anyway, I won’t be posting this weekend, but hope to resume participating in these forums by Monday. Look for a rant once I’m back…

I dont’ think it’s fair that some people have these vivid highly detailed dreams! My girlfriend has dreams you could make epic movies from. Me?

Typical AHunter3 dream

I’m in a parking lot and trying to leave but the car’s back wheels are spinning in the mud. Eventually I get out. There’s a soda can rolling around on the ground. I peel the soda can (no, that doesn’t make any more sense to me awake than it does to you) and use it to scrape the mud off the back tires, which (somehow?) makes the tired able to get traction. I drive to a house, a two-story house, I’m standing in the front yard and I need to get to the back yard, and to do this I’m making a thing with pulleys and ropes and walking up the side of the brick wall, up over the roof, and then I’m lowering myself down the other side, success! Oh, there’s a dandelion. Dandelions mean rabbits. There’s something ominous about that. I should have shot that pigeon when I had the chance. Now I’ll have to eat muffins.

I had a dream last night that it was 1945 or 46, the Russians had just won some kind of major strategic victory over the west, I knew that was going to screw with the Cold War, and besides, I really didn’t want to be under Soviet rule. So my husband and I were standing around in front of Russian Generals discussing getting enough coffee to the American troops for them to go back out and fight. We were going to have to go to dunkin donuts or such for the coffee. And then I was speculating while we walked to wherever we were buying coffee (enough for all the troops, whee!) that you’d have to choose someone who was really mentally stable to man nuclear launching facilities because you wouldn’t want someone who’d be emotionally upset and just set them off for the heck of it. In my dream, this seemed like an amazing epiphany of knowledge. Then we were getting icecream, instead of coffee.

Who knows. All my dreams are very vivid, and mostly I can identify what’s really going on - lots of anxiety dreams are easy to pick - but that one was just plain silly.

i might be weird too

I had a dream last night where one of my friends turned into a giant snail in my apartment and then put my couch on his back to use as a shell.

He then commenced to slither around my apartment with my couch on his back.

It seemed to only last like five minutes.

Well, if this is a thread for everybody’s weird dreams…

Back in 1997 around the time of the Mars Pathfinder mission, I had this dream where they landed the rover and it started communicating in plain English. It had a weird cartoonish voice, kind of raspy but also sounded “chipmunky” like it was sped up. So it started describing the rocks and strata in a real limited vocabulary, ending up just listing the colors of the rocks. When it got to “white”, it seemed to get stuck and just kept repeating “and white… and white… and white…” each time taking longer to say it and getting less coherent.

Then I woke up.

The cat was about to produce a hairball and he was making that really throaty yowl that cats sometimes make. That’s what I was hearing that got incorporated into the dream.

Weird enough for ya, Sanguine? :smiley:

My weird dreams tend to incorporate several recent real life events. The following is one I had a little over a week ago.

I bit into something and broke off one of my two front teeth and the tooth immediately below that. I immediately called my mother’s dentist who has been so good about fixing my mother’s recent tooth problems(crowns which had been attached with temporary adhesive falling out) The receptionist was a ditzy young lady who told me that the dentist was out of the office. I went shopping at Target or Wall-mart while I waited for the dentist to come back. Finally, on my second or third call, the receptionist admitted that she wasn’t really interested in talking to me because she was trying to take care of a baby owl. Also, I needed to call another dentist(my teeth were really hurting by this point) because the dentist I’d been trying to call had gone to Sabetha, Kansas to help someone else with a dental emergency. I woke up at this point.

One note, Sabetha Kansas is a VERY long ways from my mother’s dentist, but I had been there a few days before the dream. In the dream, my sense of time and distance was distorted. My mom found the dream hillarious, especially since she had had a dental emergency the day before we left on our travels. (the crown falling off described in the dream). I could keep trying to explain, but if the dream doesn’t stand on its own merits, I’m not sure why you’d keep reading the explanation.

I really like hearing about other peoples’ dreams and such. It’s fascinating stuff, this world of the mind.

I do have the occasional straightforward, basic plot dream without any funky stuff happening but it’s rare. When I was a child, I had nightmares a lot and talk about vivid! I didn’t want to go to sleep much of the time, fought to stay up but it never worked. Lots of monster and ghost dreams, back then. My personal symbol that announces a ghost dream is a green candle flame. When I see that, I start feeling the fear.

What kinds of personal dream symbols do you Dopers have?