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Dreams...

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Right, it's 1am and so off to bed for the bunny wabbit...

This promted a random thought. What was the last dream you had?

Last dream that I had was a bit scary.

Standing in a long dark hallway illuminated by a flickering lilght. Footsteps echo too loud on the black and white tiles. Other dark hallways lead off into darkness from the one that I walk in. From down those, somewhere deep in the darkness, there are strange noises and growls!

What did you dream? :)
 
I can't remember. But if I have a dream tonight, I'll try to remember it so that I can post the results here. Though I must forewarn you... It will probably be about work, or something boring like that.
 
My dreams are very often so frightening that they freak me out again when I remember them. I've started recording them in my journal because they're often pretty interesting. Once, I woke up from a dream that was so frightening that when I recalled it to my husband I started crying in terror. It was ridiculous to do so, and I knew it, but it was an irrational fear and I think the result of shock. I rarely ever cry, as well, so my husband got a bit freaked out for me because it was so unusual of me.

Anyway, the most recent dream I had was set in the near future. I think I was on vacation, but it seems I was near home. I was flying in the air and could see the pods (which seemed normal to me to be there) in the open air space. They were residential homes. They looked like shiny grey eggs, joined tip to tip with cylinders. That's all I remember because not much happened.
 
When I am under stress, like I am now, I rarely recall my dreams. However, I do have a particularly vivid dream that I'll share now and try very hard in the morning to recall what I dream tonight.

In this particular dream I was out in the backyard at night and noticed the stars in the sky were moving, very rapidly, regrouping into one corner of the sky. At first I thought they were space ships or something, so I went out to the front yard to consult with a neighbor. There was quite a crowd around now, staring skyward and the neighbor told me they weren't space ships, that this was the beginning of the Judgement Day and the "stars" we were seeing were the first of the "good" souls being called to heaven.

In the dream, the neighbor was right, and the media began nightly reports of who was being called and how the phenomenon occurred. Apparently, one would be going about one's normal activities, then turn around and see the face of God for a brief moment, and then poof! off to heaven you'd go. Days passed in this dream and the population of earth was getting very sparse, but I was still there and I knew, in that way you know things in dreams, that I would not be called, that I'd never see the face of God because I'd never had faith in anything but myself. After this realization, I woke up.

From inside a very strange mind,

Irene Wilde
 
My last dream was very boring. I was dreaming about being at work. And it was just as dull and uneventful as work is. And then I woke up and had to go to work. *yawn*
 
Jenem, good dream but needed some space ships lol

Irene Wilde, Your dreams are like mine. A lot of my dreams are long and almost like a movie!

Dele, hat sounds like the worst nightmare so far! :D
 
On monday I misplaced my diary and kept missing appointments. On Monday night I dreamt I found the diary in a box in my kitchen. Tuesday morning I looked in the box in the kitchen and there it was! How mundane.
I'm sure I have lots of dreams that are really interesting (like Irene Wilde's stars) but I remember the one about my bloody diary and it's whereabouts.

Of course I have lots of other dreams that I remember but I can't tell you about them because my adopted little sisters might read it.
 
I dreamt that I was in a classroom trying to teach a large class of Year 3 kids. Every time I tried to start the lesson I kept getting interrupted by a kid or someone coming into the room. It's all probably very symbolic. :confused:

"Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me
No hope, no harm, just another false alarm." - Morrissey
 
When really stressed, I used to have the dream where all my teeth fall out. Very disturbing.

Last night, I had baby dreams. I know I'm not the only female to have these, but since I don't have kids and don't want to have them in the future, they're always very disturbing. In this one, there was an entire birth sequence, the only other person there was my mother. Then there were several scenes of taking care of the baby, breast-feeding, the works. What made it creepy is that the kid (a boy, btw) kept changing ages, so at first he was an infant, then he'd be 2 or 3, then an infant again.

Wasn't it in Jane Eyre where she dreams of children for a week and says that it's an omen of bad things to come?

Anyway, my dreams are always vivid, colorful, and episodic. Generally vaguely surreal. I wish I could remember more of them, tho this one has kept me off-kilter all morning.
 
Ice said:
I can never remember my dreams, only nightmares :(
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I can't tell the difference anymore.

A couple of nights ago, very realistic.

Woke up in the dark and opened the shade. It was raining blood. Two plump little babies in nice clothes were sitting on the bumper of an electrician's van in the driveway. They were very content. I knew if the electrician drove away, the babies would fall in a puddle of blood, so I was very upset, trying to call out to them, but they stayed very content. Then I realized the electrician must be in my house and I tried to wake myself up to tell him to get out. So I spent what seemed like a long time trying to speak and open my eyes. The whole thing was a real, physical struggle.
 
When I was 17 I had my first real nightmare. I was walking first on Expo '86-like wire-grid benches then I found myself climbing spiral stairs of the same wire-grid style. The stairs were paint splattered in colors, with a white base. I began to climb quickly, I was trying to reach my bedroom at the top (in reality, my bedroom had no stairs leading to it). The stairs began to spiral into eachother in a strange, random and uneven way – somewhat reminiscent of a Salvatore Dali painting. I think when I looked up I saw this happening, though I managed to reach the top because I found myself next in my bedroom. But the bedroom was actually a white bathroom (with some grey). I was standing over the sink, the faucet had the old fashioned 4-prong propeller style handles on a single spout. I was looking into the sink, intending to wash my hands, I think, when I noticed blood drips falling onto my hands and into the sink. I found that very odd. Then I looked into the mirror and blood was running out of my eyes, nose and mouth. Then I woke up.

I've heard blood dreams like that are common
 
Billy Oblivion said:
Of course I have lots of other dreams that I remember but I can't tell you about them because my adopted little sisters might read it.
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Ha! Freya, here is a great challenge. we need to do something, hey? ;)
 
I have lots of dreams. scary, happy, sad, weird....blah, blah.

The last dream i had was about my hair. went to have my hair cut, but only found that i had no face, all the hair fell down. just could not find the face.
 
Dang! I never have any dreams as bizarre or scary as some of those!

I used to have a lot of dreams where I had found something, and then when I wake up I end up trying to show it to whoever happens to be there. It used to happen more when I was a kid.

I also have dreams where I'm looking all over for a bathroom because I urgently need to go. Luckily, I wake up just when I find one. I'm scared that some night I'll dream that I actually found the bathroom and wake up in a wet spot.
 
I had a dream this morning that someone was selling chips in my garage and I lined up for these chips, when I got the chips I walked down towards my house and 3 cats appeared and started hissing and fighting with each other, my dog heard them and saw them and ran out and scared them away, then a cat somehow got into my house and my dad picked it up by its back legs and walked away with it, I remember all I did was watch...
 
In my favourite dream ever, I was dead. I was in a coffin, then on a conveyor belt that was feeding me through a door where I went to be cremated. Then I got to choose who I wanted to haunt, or if I wanted to go straight up to heaven.
 
Okay, here (briefly with some material deleted), are last night's dreams for my official entry on this thread:

In the first, we were late for the parade my daughter is going to be in (about two hours from now) and missed the whole thing.

In the second, I was in cafe, feeling very sore and tired to the point of being disoriented. This young couple arrive and begin to make a pornographic video of themselves in one corner of the cafe. I am trying to unobtrusively leave so they can be alone, but I'm so tired I'm having difficulty moving and I have no coordination. I felt very old.

But the third showed the most promise. I got into what I thought was the back seat of a car, but it turned out to be a plane and it took off very quickly and at a very steep angle. At first I was thrilled because I was on a plane going somewhere, anywhere, but then I realized I was dreaming. I was still thrilled because I thought, "Great a flying dream! I love flying dreams!" But the plane was out of control and began to fall from the sky. Since I knew I was dreaming, "I thought, no problem. I'll go fly the plane." But as I'm tryng to move forward, the plane keeps careening this way and that and, as in the earlier dream, I'm very tired and clumsy. So then I think, "well, I can't get to the the controls to fly the plane, but I'm dreaming, so I can just will the plane back up in the air" and as I think that, two pilots materialize at the controls and are starting to land the plane. Very disappointing.

I'm sure an analyst would have a great time playing those tidbits of my psyche.

Irene Wilde
 
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