What Did You Dream About?
 

What's the last dream you remember?

Do you dream in color? I never understood that question. I can't imagine not dreaming in color. Vivid, cinematic, complex technicolor. That's why I hate getting up in the morning. Well, that and my alcohol consumption the night before. ;)

But then again (I digress) I once knew a guy, a computer programmer if it matters, who swore he could not visualize anything. I mean, if I told him to close his eyes and "see" something in his mind's eye, he could not do it. I have a hard time imagining that. I often feel like I have a separate "video" going on inside my head...whoa. :eek:

Anyhow. My dream last night: I was in my poetry class, woefully unprepared. For some reason I had decided to bring my MP3 player to school with me, which I never do, and I had been listening to it as I walked from my first class to the poetry one. When I got to poetry class I tried to put it away, but the earphone wire got all tangled up and I tried to untangle it, and it kept getting hung up and caught on stuff - my bag, the desk, etc. - so I was still working on it when class started. And the teacher, who is in reality a very nice lady, asked me a question. I was busy fighting with the earphones, so I stammered...um...uh, I mean.... The teacher said "What she MEANS is that she hasn't read the assignment and has no idea what is going on today." UGH.

Understand, for me, that is almost the equivalent of the "oops, I forgot to put my clothes on today" dream. :) I've had those too, but not for a while.

I have a thing about dreams - I love dream analysis. This one was really obvious, though. I have a presentation coming up in poetry class that involves a recorded sound file. :shrug: But I like the ones that really make you wonder.

I'm not very good at dream recall, but most of them have something to do with hot dogs chasing bagels.

In color.

Plain, blueberry or onion? Wieners, or flaming canines? :D

Do you ever dream in grayscale? Most of my dreams are in color, but every now and again one will be in black and white or be very muted. I also sometimes dream in still pictures, like a poorly done stop-motion film.

As for dream recall, the one I remember from last night was completely nonsensical, but it involved flying, searching, colorful bowling balls and a castle. And a rollercoaster. Usually my dreams are more coherent, though.

Mine involved my sister (not so much a guest star as a regular cast member) and my teacher when I was 10.

I can't remember much, but I do know at one point I was explaining to my sis that I'd had a dream...

I have very good dream recall if I choose to remember - I've put a few in the Cellar Dreamin' thread.

My standard dream themes are finding money (always coins), having to pull myself along in order to walk properly - grabbign fences, grass verges etc and being annoyed that it's so hard, finding extra rooms where I live, almost whole suites somethimes which always disappoints me when I wake up, and being back at college/ being married again and wanting to leave (both). In the dream I know I've managed to talk people round into letting me have a second chance, and I'm on the verge of letting them down AGAIN! I know they will be disgusted with me for walking out a second time. Those are a relief to wake up from.

Guest stars are my ex husband, my (evil) ex significant other, who is always wonderful to me in my dreams and the first boy I ever went on a date with.

My brother is always a child in my dreams, and I alternate between vert violent physical fights with my sister, and being really close - usually talking about the fact there was once a real distance between us.

Oh I forgot another theme - often I am so angry at the way my family (Mum & sis) are treating me that I behave worse and worse and worse, often realising I have now gone too far to turn back. Although when I wake up I realise I was being a monster, in the dream I honestly think it was justified.

There you go. My dreams.

Mostly, the dreams I remember are the ones that are so bad, I wake up in terror. That's not a good thing. I have good dreams too, but just don't remember them as easily. Most mornings I don't remember my dreams.

Last night's dream was particularly bad. It involved an old high school friend of mine, who is now a lawyer, going into a jail to try to post bond or something to get an innocent loved one out of jail, he was not allowed to and became very agitated, the guards started beating him and everyone there, including me. Then the dream was outside, and one or two bad cops were using torches and burning balls dragged on chains to round up all the people they considered to be undesirable and run them out of town. One of the bad cops got separated from the rest, and he was brutally and graphically murdered right in front of me by a couple of the victims being run out of town. Then I woke up. During the whole dream, I was a spectator or a victim, but never a person taking any action.

WTF?

I used to dream I could fly. That was fun.

Most of my dreams involve the ex. No, not husband, boyfriend, the one who caused my split personality and post traumatic stress disorders. You can imagine how those go. Pretty much like video recordings of this day or that evening or the other weekend while I was living there. Not pleasant.

Ahhh, I was going to start a nightmare thread because of the dream night before last.

I was with one of my good friends, and she was telling me that someone died. Right then a man I didn't know standing there, melted into a blob, and ended up looking like a blob of skin, a puddle with his balding head right on top.

I went back to sleep and had more disturbing dreams, and everytime I woke up the house was odd for one reason or the other. I finally woke up to go to work at 5:30 am, and the house still seemed eerie. I went to let my dog out and I saw an arc of electricity go through my bedroom door where the top right corner of the door should have been. (I couldn't see it was still too dark)

The whole night was eerie, including the dreams, and odd happenings when I got up. Was it me, still half dreaming? I don't know....I think it was so windy that night that maybe it disturbed me subconsciously. A real opening to Halloween. I also woke up and thought I heard breathing outside of my bedroom door, and thought my dog must have somehow gotten outside the kennel, and when I checked, she was right where she was supposed to be. The dreams caused an eerie night along with the weather. And all I wanted was to get back to sleep. But instead, I subconsciously scared the crap out of myself.

It's alright, we told you what to dream

I have those too! It really ticks me off when I wake up and discover that there really isn't a whole other level of rooms in my house between the 1st and 2nd floor. :headshake They're always really neat rooms too, with marble floors, maybe an indoor pool, a 2nd kitchen and craft workshop, and the way to get to them is always kind of tricky, like I have to squeeze through a narrow passage beneath the stairs. Odd. Wonder what it means? Self discovery, I guess.

it's widely accepted that when you dream of extra rooms in your house, you are actually yearning for some vigorous anal.

um...no. :)

oh yeah!

Alright, analyze this one. I'm leaving a casino with a 5 gallon bucket filled with my winnings, which happen to be in cherries instead of money. Somewhere on my way home, the cherries change into concord grapes. I stop at a traffic light, and a moose is standing beside the road, eating shrubberies. He stops, sniffs the air, and comes over to the car, and tries to eat my grapes. I roll up the windows, get out of the car, and punch him in the nose. He responds by rearing up, and tramples my car into a pile of junk. Then I woke up.

I'm pretty sure that dream is about divorce.

Ah now that's a slight difference. My new rooms in existing houses are always easy to get to. But I do also dream I have moved somewhere new and it is hard to get into. And I'm kidding myself it will be okay and I'll just get used to it. Often the route involves my two fears, confined spaces and height. So to get into my new flat/ room/ whatever will involve climbing a ladder and then twisting round to squeeze into a small hole in a wall.

I'm open-minded as to what it means, but I know part of the access-problem dream draws on my memories of watching my Dad go up into the loft as a child. He did it easily, but something about the stepladder at the top of the stairs, and the way he had to lift himself up into the hole always scared me.

I can almost always track down where the images in my dreams come from. Just not the meaning. I'm no Freudian, but it seems odd that the same story plays again and again.

I was told by my Jungian dream counselor once that house dreams have to do with your relatives. The further you ascend is the further you are getting spiritually, and the further you descend, the deeper you are going into your subconscious mind. Apparently if you go deep enough you can tap in to the collective, but this would involve shirking the fears, because the further you descend the darker it can get. I've had a lot of house dreams and the description suited me because I could feel people that I couldn't see in the rooms. At one point I had someone showing me through the house and it was important that I had an impression of the people that occupied each room. (even though I couldn't see them) Each room was decorated differently and had a different feeling about it. The description still seemed to follow because the further I would ascend the older the room was. So, I think I trust my dream therapists explanation. If it is true, the impression I have of some of my ancestors is scary as hell, and some are quite cheery. I never did figure out who the dream figure was showing me around. It's the same house but a new figure appeared. I have been so scared in the house in other dreams that the further I ascended the less I felt like I could move or breathe. I think the trick is to get over the fear, and take a look at what you are seeing. I was also told that everything in the dream means something significant to you or symbolizes something significant to you, and you have to figure out what it is. That was long ago, though. I don't think I have those anymore.

I've had the "unprepared for a class or exam" dream so many times and in so many variations, it'd be useless to try to catalog them.

I had one dream, unique to me so far, where I went and started a new job. They were really happy to have me... so excited that I was bringing my own unique blend of talents to help their company. Everybody was just as nice as could be, like I was some kind of star.

Except, I didn't have a phone or a computer at my desk, and any time I tried to suggest that maybe I should actually do some work, whoever I was talking to would change the subject.

I had another one, after I started knitting, where I was at work sitting at a table with three of my colleagues. We were ALL knitting. At one point one of them got stuck and another one stopped to give her some advice.

I'm not quite sure about what you just spoke. Is that a parable or a very subtle joke?

You got me.

I dream I get up and get ready for work or class, then wake up to find I'm late. I have bad dreams about my last job all the time. Irritated customers or I'm just cashiering/making food the whole time. A recent dream was were everyone was telling me my new pants make me look fat. I had a dream I was watching my cop-friend head a raid into a drug house, I was very worried about him. Since things started goin downhill with my grandfather I've had a couple of dreams where I'm planning his funeral.

I had a dream about Brianna's "favorite" professor. A vague reference, based on the one-second glimpse I had one day peeking into his office as I walked past, so not much factual info to go on, but I knew it was him in the dream.

He was this crazy, scruffy old guy, known as the weird prof who didn't have a place to live but instead camped out in the woods outside the campus. (note - in my dream the campus was on a large wooded acreage, which WSU is not, but I once attended a college that was.) So the word going around among the students was, don't get too friendly with him or he will try to scam on your spare room or garage or back porch or something. How odd.

Last night I dreamed that HM's house was connected to the building where I work. It started out that they were connected to us via the toilets and kitchen (in fact we do share those with another company on the other side of the building). HM had come to tell me that the sugar had run out. I was adamant that it had not as (real life) I had just received delivery of 1000 sugar sachets that week.

He told me that his new housemate (called Cinderella apparently) had a really sweet tooth. She drank tea all day and had 5 sugars. And sure enough, when I went to look in the kitchen there were only empty packets left. I was furious because this meant the people I worked with would think I wasn't in top of my canteen duties.

Then the dream shifted slightly and it seemed that I was living back in his house again. I was beginning to get angry because the place was such a mess and again he blamed it on her. I started to get spiteful and say things like, "If you think I'm cleaning up after your little slut - I'm not even going to call her by that ridiculous name - then you've got another thing coming. You invited her to live here, you clean up after her!" I was also really mad that my work was subsidising his lodger.

Meh - again I know where all those aspects come from. Especially about tidying up after another woman - and that happened 10 years ago. I wonder if I am often so angry in my dreams because I back away from confrontation in real life.

For the last couple of nights it has seemed like I was fully concious all night, worrying about the system going live (at my new job). All night long, dreaming about racing around in a panic trying to figure out which buttons to push and which levers to pull. It's not very restful.

Meanwhile, reality is stressful in a different way...

OMG is this all just a dream?!1

That is odd. He's not my favorite anymore, either. I'm pretty sure he's a republican.

:)

Yeah, I know...very weird. Oh well, who knows why the brain does what it does!

I had a dream a few nights ago about an old car that I had.

The car was a 73 Olds Cutlass and it was in very good condition when I took possession of it in 92.

In the dream the car had a right hand driver seat which is opposite of what cars are here in the US.

Not only was the driver's side on the right, making it symmetrically opposite to normal, the pedals, shift and knobs were also opposite.

While driving around my dream someone asked me "is that a rental?" and I burst out laughing.

"No. When's the last time you rented a 35 year old car?"

"Call Avis and ask if they have a 73 Cutlass for rent." :blush:

I have had recently some really vivid dreams the last two that had an effect was one where I was in the company of my Dad and we were just talking and shooting the breeeze only trouble he died in 2000 and the other was where I met an old girl friend who was showing me her new child and she has also passed away in 1997.
Both were nice and disturbing ,nice because they felt so real and disturbing because I felt real sadness when they ended and I realised that they were dreams and didn't happen.

I just dreamt I had a punch-up with my best mate. He was really winding me up about something and I ended up losing my rag and socking it to him. Very unusual for me as I'm pretty laid-back in reality and don't like violence at all. I've only been in one fight, and that was at school. Having said that I have been a bit pissed off with him lately for a couple of reasons. Also I had a nicotine patch on, and they always give me nightmares (took it off when I woke up and had a fag :rolleyes: )

I dreamt my mother was keeping me in a cloying, hoity-toity, girly restaurant (you know the kind) and wouldn't let me GO! I was SO PISSED that I started looking for cabs to drive me home even though I couldn't afford it.


I think I'm really pissed at her.

My all-time favorite dream is flying. I also liked the one where I went to Truck Driving school.

I had a horrible dream the other night.

I was in some holiday village (?) for some reason a bunch of other people were also on this holiday (though not with me at the time, I just knew they were about) and I was stepping out of a shop with Pilau when in front of us walked a little old lady...

I had that momentary realisation that Pilau was going to go for the old lady, but reacted to slowly and was still trying to pull him back when, in slow motion, he chomped her hand.

It was horrible. The fear that the police wuold take him and have him put down! The police who were in the police station a few doors down from the shop...

So anyway, the restbof the dream was about hiding pilau from the police and trying to lose ourselves in the village.

Last night I dreamed that my cousin, aunt and uncle came over to visit unexpectedly and proceeded to bitch about what a mess my house was. I'd been sick (as I have been, the past few days) and hadn't cleaned it (as I haven't, the past few days - and of course, if I don't, it ain't gettin' done...separate rant).

So I told my cousin that she was a shallow, snobby-ass bitch and so were her parents, and they might as well stay out of my life for good.

Which IRL would be fine with me, even though they act so sweet to my face.

I suppose it's on my mind because we generally get together at Christmas. We never did last year, though, and I think that's a fab new tradition for our families. The annual vague "we should get together sometime" call. :)

Last night I dreamt that some portly bald man with glasses offered me $10k to run cocaine for him over the border from San Diego to somewhere in Mexico. I agreed and was heading with another guy to pick up the car we were going to use when the Federales busted in and nabbed the guy I was with and the portly guy as well. They didn't get me because i hid under an overpass where the car was parked and bunch of homeless guys were hanging out. The cops asked the two guys some questions then executed them and left their bodies in the street. Then I woke up.

Still doesn't compare to the most violent dream I've had where I was in a wooded area sometime in the Middle Ages stalking a guy. I waited until he sat down by the edge of a lake to rest when I walked up behind him, grabbed his face with one hand to jerk it up and back and slit his throat with a pocket knife in my other hand. Kinda freaked out my roomates/coworkers with that one.

Really M'dear, must you use me to represent your Mr Hyde side? Woof

I dreamed I reading stuff on the Internet, and it was all in English, but there were all these unfamiliar idioms that I couldn't grasp the meaning of.

hehe, sorry to confuse you Sir, we are quite antiquainted here on this sceptred isle :)

Last night I had a dream that I was at my high school, but I couldn't remember my schedule. I went to the front office to ask someone to look it up for me, but everyone I spoke to said they couldn't find any record of my being a current student there. After I insisted, they re-registered me, but I was told I would have to remember my schedule on my own. I wandered around campus but couldn't find any of the teachers I knew or even buildings I recognized. Eventually, I sat down in a beautiful, hi-tech cafeteria and befriended some students who were able to give me a listing of all the courses currently offered. The top of the paper said it was the 2019-2020 school year, and finally it dawned on me that I had graduated in 2004. My friends told me that I must have experienced a Thanksgiving time warp (?), and then asked to hear more about me. I explained that my time in high school wasn't particularly note-worthy, but that I did have classes with the "don't tase me, bro" guy. They smiled in recognition and said they had read about him in their history books. After a while I bid them goodbye and boarded a bus to come back to 2008.

I am at the library of a university near me. I am trying to find something. They have a card catalog, and apparently no computerized version. In the course of my research I learn that they do have a computer catalog, but not everything is in it. In the interests of completing the project, they have bar code readers which patrons can borrow and use to catalog items. I decide to take one and do my part by putting in a few items, but I become very frustrated after being unable to type in titles accurately.

I am at some kind of event, kind of a cross between a religious service and a graduation, where an institution is honoring a long-term employee. I am there, although several floors above the main event, watching. I am taken by surprise when I learn that one part of the (exceedingly long) ceremony is devoted to the commemoration of several useful things I have done. Nobody has warned me about this (in fact the citation in my honor is at least half incorrect), and there is a minor to-do as it's discovered I'm not downstairs on the dais where I'm supposed to be.

I'm playing in an orchestra. We're doing a piece which, though not exactly hard, is notated in an unusual way. (The beat is a double whole note, and there are four beats per measure.) I am meeting in a room in some kind of building with two of the young college students who recently joined the orchestra to help them understand ho the piece is put together, so they'll finally be able to play it correctly.

I'm on the way to a conference with my daughter's teachers. In order to get there I need to make my way through a US highway that I normally take to and from work. At the moment, however, there is about a 2-mile stretch of construction that I have to hike over. (Alternate routes don't seem to be in evidence.) I meet up with a woman who is, in the dream, one of my daughter's teachers, but is in reality a professor I work with sometimes. We end up going over the last half mile or so together.


These were all on one night. Some common thread?

I am in a group of refugees made up of me, the four Imagination Movers (preschool show on Disney,) and the lead female spy on Chuck. We are walking through a pitch-black underground train tunnel for miles and miles in an attempt to evade whoever it is that is after us. Along the tunnel at regular intervals are doors, which lead directly into people's homes. Several times we come across doors which have very young children sleeping beside them, because the parents wanted to stay up late and have a party inside. I am infuriated, since these kids could easily wake up and wander off down the tracks, but we are unable to do anything about it, lest we get caught.

I was shopping, and trying on new clothes, but somehow also posting on a different forum. One of the posters there referred to me by by full, real name, which freaked me out a bit.

Apparently Classicman was a regular on this new forum and was always talking about me.

Isn't that funny -- I've had that dream!

Worse yet, at one point I had that dream and then realized I was naked.

At least I *think* that was a dream. :blush:

This morning, I had a nightmare.
Background - I only call dreams a nightmare if I wake up trying to scream. Anything else is a scary dream. I have had dreams so scary the premise makes me shudder the next day - they're like personal horror books or films.

But a nightmare can be very mundane in the telling (an excuse!). It just seems real at the time, and if it was real life it would be terrifying, just in a non-Hollywood way.

So, last night I was talking to my bro, and my sister was standing in front of the living room window. I don't remember her talking (not surprising) she was just staring into the room.

All of a sudden, I can see a man outside the window. He has a big black hat on, like a fedora I guess, and his coat is drawn up to his nose. He's really slinking about, his movements are unnatural and the feeling is instantly malevolent. His eyes are glinting under his hat but his face can't be seen.

Immediately I know he is about to smash his way through the window. He starts knocking on the window, like someone who isn't sure we heard the doorbell, but he is no ordinary visitor. I'm trying to shout, to scream at my sister to get away from the window! Get away! He's going to come in!

But all I can manage out of my dream mouth - all I can ever manage - is a series of staccato sounds. Last night it was. "Hoo, hoo, hoo [ad nauseum]"

I partially woke myself up with the sound. I thought my Mum came and woke me up, but she appeared at my right side, and that's the side of the wall in the spare room. I came to knowing it was all a dream but my heart hammering. I assumed my crying out was in the dream too.

Nope.
Mum heard it all. She got up to check the window - her first thought for nocturnal disturbances is that it is the cat fighting. As she woke up she realised it was me. She got as far as my door and I shut up. Apparently it was 06.30. They get up at 06.45. So she went downstairs to put the kettle on rather than comfort me. Her line this morning? "Once I knew there wasn't a Red Indian on the warpath..."

Well, I am 36.

Honestly? I'd half forgotten it by the time I got up at 09.00, assuming it wa a dream in the middle of the night. I wish she hadn't told me I'm now too old to be comforted after a nigthmare.

That's the creepy part, right there.

Thank you Glatt. you've got it completely.

That was where the pure terror was.
It gives me shivers even now, as I am sat with my back to a dark window - it's one of my recurrent fears.

Did he perchance have a slight air of the House on the Hill mad doctor about his movements?

A little yes... I thought that when I was typing it out.

Oddly, his hat was a bit like my Dad's Drizabone hat (which he calls his Rolf Harris hat). But I honestly don't believe my occasional nightmares have a meaning - they have very similar qualities and have occurred at very different times of my life.

No one is too old to be comforted after a nightmare like that. :comfort:

Very seldom I will have those kinds of nightmares where I actually wake myself up trying to yell or scream, but the worst one I remember was this:

I was watching a plane in the sky. It was doing loopy loops, the clouds were beautiful. It was a very peaceful scene. Then I watched as the plane headed straight for the ground and exploded. In my dream, both my brothers were on the plane.

I genuinely cried for a while when I woke up from that one...it was so real, and so horrible.

I was a pain in the arse as a kid for scaring myself at night, and having those horribly real nightmares, where you just go from awake to sleep to awake, seamlessly. Anything happening during that span might just as well be a real event. Like self-motivating puppets for example, or the face at the Wendy-house window...


That not being able to cry out. Oh that's hideous. That's the thing that changes it from my own little horror fantasy ride, to an unwanted nightmare. Very rare I get that as an adult. The disturbing dreams that have stuck with me most from childhood tended to have that as a feature. Usually also had some running away, usually down stairs or a hill, where the distinction between running and falling is somewhat blurred and you feel like any second now you'll pitch over. A real heart in mouth and pulse pounding in throat moment.

As an adult the stuff that gets me tends to centre around breathing and 'waking' to an unfamiliar and claustrophobic setting with a sense of urgency or 'presence'. I wake, scrambling around, panicked trying to find the light switch, trying to figure out where I am and trying to get my breath. From time to time I wake as I am forcing a breath. Don't know but it feels like I've stopped breathing for a moment and had difficulty dragging it in. This tends to happen when I've been smoking too much and my asthma is bothering me. At these times I also have a lot of anxiety dreams where I am trying to find my inhaler, then find my inhaler, and use it. But the dream just resets and I'm searching for my inhaler again.

I'll have dreams where my legs are so heavy...I'm trying to get somewhere, or away from somewhere, and my legs are so heavy and achy I can't get anywhere. That and the not being able to scream...horrible feeling.

Nightmare on Elmstreet really got that feeling across well.

That does not rock. :headshake Not only does it not rock, that f'ing sucks.

I dreamt that I was being attacked by a HUGE man. Another jumped on the HUGE guy to try to stop him. While they were grappling I grabbed and knife and slit the HUGE guy's throat. ALL the way across, made sure I cut deep. I was really worried if I didn't kill him he would get back up and attack us again.

That's the mistake most people in horror movies make---not making SURE the monster is dead.


I dreamt a company was demolishing my house because I owed them 120 dollars.

I don't like the teeth coming loose dream. That sucks.

That shit disturbs me way more than an all out nightmare usually. The low level anxiety crap. Horror on the cheap. BBC Dreams inc.

The teeth coming loose thing is supposed to represent feeling out of control of your life, I think. I've also heard that it's more common for women to dream it. Don't know why.

I never dreamed the teeth dream till one of my friends told me about it. I've had a few since.
(Thanks, buddy! :thepain2:)

Two more nightmares the night before last, but I didn't wake Mum up so I assume the noise was all in my head. I woke Diz up though.

First one came out of nowhere, a normal dream then I opened a cupboard and inside was Hell. Revolting oozing, warped and oddly peverse creatures writhing about. I let off a shriek like a air raid warning and woke myself up with a hammering heart, panting.

The second - slightly malevolent for a while. I was trying to be nice to an ex nemesis of mine (thinking Fake It Til You Make It, maybe she wasn't all that bad, maybe part of it was my fault). But she lured me to a buffet, which oddly was in my Mum's bedroom. At that point I was lying in bed, unable to move and realised it had been my sister all along. She had a gun and was slinking in for the express purpose of murdering me. I managed to get out, "Mum, Mum, help! It's Laura!" through Novocaine lips (I speak like a deaf person in my dreams when I'm scared) then woke up. I was quite worried I'd shouted out loud, just because of the effort it took to speak in the dream, but Mum didn't hear me. I was concerned she's think I was faking it after I joked with her the other morning about not coming to check I was alright.

Last night's dreams were not nightmares, or even nasty in any way. I had odd fantasy dreams instead. Very nice. I wanted to stay til the end of the story in fact.

I dreamed I had something in my eye (of course I woke up and there was an irritant, a 'fuzzy' as I call them, making my eye itchy) and I reached up into my eyelid and pulled out this...stick thing. It was like an inch and a half long and had some branches like a twig but on the end was some sort of opening...like a food hole or something. I was like "wow, hey, check this out."

I dreamt I was throwing a Frisbee... or what looked like a Frisbee, was actually the smoke detector becaauusse ours was blaring and woke me up. Christ, after that I'll take the alarm clock any day.