I had a nightmare
 

which is unusual enough in itself, but worse still, the alarm woke me before it was resolved. I don't have time for unresolved shit, so I always make sure my subconscious/whatever forces a happy/acceptable ending before I wake up. or I go back to sleep to finish it off... (:D)

I dreamed I chose to get a massage instead of attend Thor's game of hockey/soccer/whatever, the massage all went horribly wrong and when I phoned beest to moan, I was told Thor was on life support and they didn't know which hospital. I didn't have my car and no-one who was answering their phone could come and get me......

The debbil is trying to tell me not to spend the massage gift card my friend gave me for the hols. But I'm gonna! Just not when Thor has a game :lol:

I generally don't remember my dreams unless they are nightmares, which makes me believe that I only have nightmares. Probably not true, but it seems that way. Sucks. I don't like them. Child in life threatening danger is a common theme.

I dream about work. I dream about buildings with secret passageways that never end. I dream I am trying to get somewhere but my legs won't move. I dream that I have 4 college classes I never even went to. I dream about spiders. I even dream about busterb. :)

Every once in a blue moon, I dream something really horrible and wake myself up, trying to scream in my sleep and finally waking up when my voice breaks into the real world. Horrible feeling.

Waking up from a bad dream "whew, it wasn't real." Waking up from a great dream "crap, it wasn't real."

I always remember my night mares... ;)

Damn Monster, sounds like some guilt going on there - do you ever treat just yourself? Definitely do it....just because your hands are off the strings for awhile doesn't mean the world will fall apart. ;)

(and this is coming from an avowed control freak :p:)

That is my definition of a nightmare, rather than just an unsettling dream. I have 2-3 a year (when it used to be one every 2-3 years).

Although in fact they affect me less than simply bad dreams, which can bring me down for days. At least there are bragging rights to waking up screaming.

Waking up screaming has a certain anguished artist thing to it, doesn't it? I'm anguished, but I'm no artist! :)

:lol: Oh yes, I do, a lot. .....but that was my thought too, which is crazy. I get regular massages (well i used to), take figure skating classes, I lunch with my friends and do ceramics and nothing gets scheduled when it's "my" time. I'm suprisingly "uncontrolling" in that way, given the hectic schedule -I make sure someone is taking them to their stuff and someone brings them home and then I'm done with it -could be me, beest or another family.

....and I usually sleep blooming soundly, no dreams remembered.... :lol:

I've had the recurring dream of fist-fighting Lee Marvin almost my entire life.

:eek:

How do you know?

I was thinking exactly the same thing.

I only remember 3 nightmares. The most recent one was the night before my end of high school physics exam where I dreamt physics formulas in a sort of half awake/half asleep kind of state and fear of failure coursed through my veins.

The other two I had in the early 80s when we lived in a house that apparently hosts a couple of ghosts. In the first one I dreamt a sort of movie version of Grimm's Fairy Tales in Disney form which was what I happened to be reading at the time. The second one was being stopped by a road block on the usual Sunday morning outing to church with my family with other people we knew at the time being taken off to be locked away/shot. This is the only time I remember being so frightened that I needed to go and crawl into my parents' bed.

Me too, although last night I had a whopper of a good dream (which I also never seem to have or remember). Seems I was in a developing romance with Matt Damon (who wasn't Matt Damon in the dream, he just looked like him).

Now, I have no deep longing for (or even a passing interest in) Matt Damon, and I didn't watch any TV last night with him in it, so I have no clue where he came from, but there he was, romancing me.

And I kinda liked it.

:D

Oooooh, better not tell Sheldon! He loves him some Matt Damon. :)