This has happened to me a few times too. I do have a notebook by my bed, but sometimes I'm too tired to write in it. Also, at least one night I dreamed that I wrote my dream down, but really I didn't. LOL.
It's kind of a nice casual thread, though, and I'm trying to keep a casual attitude about it. If I remember I remember, if not, no big deal.
it really sounds, typing it out, like some bad metaphor for the menopause and fear of losing one's sexuality!
mine was pretty odd last night, and while i forget a lot of what came before, do remember the ultra wide roads, odd angles and no 'lanes', a red car speeding past, and crossing safely since there was only that car ... something to do with a school but not one i've ever been to before and i wasn't a schoolkid. there was running involved (i was fitter in my dream, lol) and it was a bit dr who-ish what with the running and firestairs and looking for something at the same time, only to suddenly come upon the thing (i think) i was meant to avoid - or find, i'm still unsure:
i blame an av from yesterday, of the nether regions of a nubile chick, for this part. i sort of happened upon this convoluted figure (mostly all you could see was butt and vagina with twisted limbs (like some nude contortionist where you couldn't see the face or most the torso so twisted was it). this 'thing' kind of shuffled forwards, and i'm looking in fascinated horror ... it twists in on itself even more, like the limbs tightening, and desiccating at the same time. the tightening of the position meant the breasts were now in view, but they (and all the flesh) turned the colour of putty and were as dry as beef jerky, but crumbly, flaky. as the back parts moved into the front parts (from face on), the areolas kind of swelled, cracked and crumbled as desiccated nipples projected through them, like some dead obscene thing and the vagina split and crumbled and spread. i'm not saying it was scary, more alien, shedding its human-type pretense. all of it was really dry, but puffy, but stick thin at the same time so as if there was no muscle, no moisture.
sorry, this should have come with a warning
anyway, by now i'm all like dr. who and saying "yeah, well what is it you want to show me then? come on, get to it"
anyway, this thing then starts moving forward (with dry scratchy sticklike haste) and i'm off running down some more stairs. this thing is right behind me though, and i'm in an underground cellar-type affair and turn to face the 'thing'.
stop laughing
it stops, and now there're more people in the cellar with me, which is in sort of half-light. the skeletal 'hands' take a hold of each side of the aperture that was once a vagina, and pull apart ... as this is happening, and the body (what's left of it) is splitting, a damned great metal safe or chest (a bit ornate, but metal and with doors that meet in the middle) is erupting (for want of a better word) from its centre and then its doors break open ...
now this chest must be about 5' high by 3 or 4 wide ... and as the doors break open, a load of brown, loam-like stuff spills out of the chest, and amongst this loam or peat are eggs, a bunch of them buried in it and now being exposed ... about 8" high, maybe metallicy looking again, but with movement under their skins.
i'm like, Wow! what is THIS? and really really interested, if a bit ewwww at the same time
and then i woke up.
lmfao. is this about my menopause and new writing stage i feel about to happen? HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA
my dreams are so freakin corny sometimes.
Damn, Chip. Corny is not actually the word I would use to describe this dream. I'm not sure what word I WOULD use, but corny is not it. Thanks for sharing.
Wow what a dream! Excellent recall, too, I might add
Like that movie TRON?!
I had a dream I remembered for a while but I didn't write it down right away cuz I was sure I would remember. Now I don't recall. Damn. I wonder if there's a word for that feeling where you're just so sure you'll remember it but then you don't?
