What did you dream about last night?

[palemoon2035]

The dream Thyri shared above sparked one of the most amazing conversations I have ever had with her...or anyone.

As for me....I dreamt Fred Schneider of the B–52s was in my office and made me late for a meeting. When I tried to explain this to my supervisor and show her that he was really there, he told me off for wasting his time. Like the diva he is.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

The dream Thyri shared above sparked one of the most amazing conversations I have ever had with her...or anyone.

As for me....I dreamt Fred Schneider of the B–52s was in my office and made me late for a meeting. When I tried to explain this to my supervisor and show her that he was really there, he told me off for wasting his time. Like the diva he is.

I told my niece about the dream and she said, "Wow, that was deep! I dreamed about cherry soda and KitKats."

 

[Faux_Pas]

I keep dreaming about a new house. Or apartment. I don't really know what it is, but its a new place.

The first dream was that my aunt had a spare house. (Right.) It was a modular home she just HAPPENED to have, fully furnished, right down to full pantries and entertainment systems and such. It was in her back yard, but she has a huge piece of property in the middle of nowhere, so it wasn't an invasion for either of us.

I've had that dream, in one form or another, at least 4 times in the last month.

The other was a new place that had re-arrangeable rooms. Like the furniture was already there, but could be flipped over a wall and made into a completely new place. The easiest remodelling you'll ever see.

And a third where I moved into the apartment above one of my jobs. Which doesn't make sense, because there's no apartment there, so I think my head just wants to turn the converted-house-into-a-business back into a house at least upstairs and live there.
I still had to work there, however, and was going to work in my pj's every morning.
Which I do not mind at all.

 

[saysalice]

I dreamed that my Financial Controller at work was a pimp, and all the women I work with were prostitutes, and so was I. He came to me and told me that he had three men asking for me. I said fine, but I'm not taking them all at once. He said oh no, of course not.

So then they were all on top of me at once. I'm not sure how that worked out for them, but one seemed completely preoccupied with my feet. The one directly on top, facing me, grinning down at me, was a guy who works in our shop - nice guy, but a bit of a horndog - and I remember thinking yes, I'll bet you're pleased with this turn of events.. For the most part I was just furious with my Controller and thinking how I was going to tell him off when this was finished. (I did have awfully strong words with him about a work matter before I went off on leave.)

I woke all tangled up in my Snoogle, thrashing and kicking at it, like get off - get off - get offa me!

We've been watching a new series called Ripper Street, lately. Lots of Whitechapel prostitutes. Pretty sure that's where this is coming from.

 

[palemoon2035]

How do you all have dreams that follow such consistent story lines? If I dreamed someone at work was a pimp, there wouldn't be any prostitutes. There would be a pimp, Captain America, and a Mr. Bubble machine. I'm sure we would all jump onto a Slip n' Slide that leads us to Freddie Merury's house, which is apparently made of Skittles.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

How do you all have dreams that follow such consistent story lines? If I dreamed someone at work was a pimp, there wouldn't be any prostitutes. There would be a pimp, Captain America, and a Mr. Bubble machine. I'm sure we would all jump onto a Slip n' Slide that leads us to Freddie Merury's house, which is apparently made of Skittles.

*laughs* You really make me grin!

 

[saysalice]

Mine don't seem to get too bizarre. This one was very short, really. Maybe if they ran longer, they'd venture into more interesting territory.

 

[thestruggle]

How do you all have dreams that follow such consistent story lines? If I dreamed someone at work was a pimp, there wouldn't be any prostitutes. There would be a pimp, Captain America, and a Mr. Bubble machine. I'm sure we would all jump onto a Slip n' Slide that leads us to Freddie Merury's house, which is apparently made of Skittles.

Right? My dreams are all quite strange. If they're not strange then they're the realistic, scary ones. Much prefer the nonsensical ones.

 

[palemoon2035]

Right? My dreams are all quite strange. If they're not strange then they're the realistic, scary ones. Much prefer the nonsensical ones.

Exactly! The realistic scary ones are the ones that don't end quick enough.

 

[Callmetim]

Tuesday night:
I was playing Zelda, the original on the NES. If you don't know what NES stands for, it is your loss and move along. Link is in the mountains around the stone boobs were Ganon is. He enters a bomb blown mountain door when I am transported to a huge movie set. All the actors are dressed as various creatures, like a Zelda movie or something. I am checking to make sure everything looks good, continuity and all. I find a cap to a plastic recyclable water bottle. It is just behind "Ganon" as makeup artists work on his face. I openly lament that Octorocks do not use water bottles, picking up the cap and walking to the back of the set. There is a door leading into a small kitchen, a large, plush couch just on the stage side to the left of the door. I enter the kitchen and find an assortment of chewable candy, twizzlers, jujy fruits, etc. I pop a few jujy fruits, end scene.

*walks away humming Zelda music in his head*

 

[Faux_Pas]

I dreamed I had a boomerang rock.

I was throwing it at people. My ex, my cousin, my boss.... then just random people. Going through my day as usual, but anyone that annoyed me- I threw the rock. And it kept coming right back to do it again. Weirdly, it would yell YAAAY!! like that marshmallow from the Annoying Orange web thing every time it was either thrown or came back.

I really really want that rock.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

I dreamed about her again. It was the second night in a row. In a way, I still feel like this is some crazy story, some weird sensation I'm going to tell her about later. I want to be able to tell her about my dreams of her-I always used to tell her when she popped into my dreams while she was still alive. She liked hearing about them, even when they were nonsense.

Two nights ago, it was like a Star Wars universe, complete with clones. I was a Jedi visiting the clone facility, somewhat like Obi-Wan did during Episode II. But it was anachronistic for Star Wars-there was a clone of Moff Tarkin there, also. Additionally, they were playing Star Wars video games-the original Dark Forces game. It was weird that I was having this conversation, but I remember arguing that you couldn't really classify it as a first person shooter because there was no Y-axis-your character couldn't look up or down. That was when she walked in. It took me a while to realize the significance of that. They'd made a clone of my friend, complete with all of her memories, and were holding her captive. Once it occurred to me that she had died, that she shouldn't be there. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it so hard. Then I went on a rampage to fight my way out and rescue her.

Last night was perhaps even stranger. I was back in New York City, where she used to live. I told my friends I was going to some concert, but instead, I took the subway down to Brooklyn, where she used to live. I didn't know why, I think I was still in denial about her death (yeah, as if that's a stretch-I AM in denial) and was randomly hoping if I wandered around Brooklyn I might happen into her somehow. Or maybe I was trying to find her old apartment just so I could be near where she used to be. I don't know. Anyway, for some reason I got stopped by TSA getting off the train, and was having to explain to them the purpose of my visit. I had no reason, so I just told them I was going to see a show. They told me to follow the crowd, so I did, and just wandered about for a while. I ended up at some kind of music convention. A lot of my friends teach music, so I kept bumping into them, even though they had no reason to be in NYC.

I'd just given up and decided to leave since being there was making me miserable when I heard her voice. I turned around and there she was. Apparently she'd also gotten in to teaching music, which is why this makes no sense-the woman had the voice of a strangled cat, no concept of rhythm or pitch or melody at all. But I said to her, "You're alive?!" and she had this look of awful realization on her face, mixed with guilt.

"It was all a big mistake...I thought you had heard. I really guess I should stayed in touch." I grabbed her from behind her and pulled her into a hug, holding her against my chest, with my nose right next to her scalp. This is what was beautiful-a dream where I could feel her again, and smell her, too. I was clinging to her desperately, not wanting to let go. She understood this-she knew what kind of hell I must have been going through over the previous few months. So she invited me over to stay in her apartment and sleep on the couch for the night. But she had to take her kids onto the stage for their performance first. Again, she was the most non-musical person I know; not that she didn't like singing, she simply couldn't. Anyway, I was supposed to meet her afterward at this really awesome burger place. So I went there. There was this overly enthusiastic employee there taking my order, asking me what I wanted on my burger, if I wanted some delicious hand cut french fries, etc. I finally managed to get through that conversation, got my order in, and then I asked him if he'd seen my friend.

"Her? No, she's dead," he told me. That shocked me enough to wake me up this morning. I tried to dive back into my dream, so I could be somewhere she was alive. I managed to doze back off slightly, and a car screeched, pulling up, telling me to get in. I hopped in, and she was driving...only it wasn't her. It looked like a young Lori Petty, actually. Finally I realized that this definitely wasn't my friend, because she didn't drive. So I had to groan and struggle to get myself out of bed at this point.

 

[Beck31]

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[KarensTaboos]

cencorship and guidelines / rules prevent me from telling you but suffice is to say it involved a cruel act an angel and five bottles of merlot and twenty foot of rope in a wet room that can be washed out after.. I`ll let you figure it out

 

[saysalice]

Remember "Sloth" from The Goonies?

Am I old?


I have dreamed twice now that I am hugging/feeding/burping my baby, and then I hold him out at arms' length to look at him again, and I've squished his face all up so that he looks like Sloth - one eye is just way out to lunch, and the whole bottom half of his face is sort of stretched out - horrible!

So I start trying to push it all back into place like Play-Doh, and then I realize he's not breathing because his nose is squished, so I start freaking out. But before I can decide whether I should call 911 or try CPR or something, I wake up.


And of course he's always fine, and he's beautiful, and he's breathing, and I'm like, "Goddamnit, brain! Fuck off!"


I asked my husband if he ever has dreams like this. He just stared at me, and shook his head very slowly. Mom thing, I guess.

 

[theslutbunny]

I never remember my dreams unless they're super-weird.

 

[Britwitch]

Remember "Sloth" from The Goonies?

Am I old?


I have dreamed twice now that I am hugging/feeding/burping my baby, and then I hold him out at arms' length to look at him again, and I've squished his face all up so that he looks like Sloth - one eye is just way out to lunch, and the whole bottom half of his face is sort of stretched out - horrible!

So I start trying to push it all back into place like Play-Doh, and then I realize he's not breathing because his nose is squished, so I start freaking out. But before I can decide whether I should call 911 or try CPR or something, I wake up.


And of course he's always fine, and he's beautiful, and he's breathing, and I'm like, "Goddamnit, brain! Fuck off!"


I asked my husband if he ever has dreams like this. He just stared at me, and shook his head very slowly. Mom thing, I guess.

If you're old, so am I - loved that movie!

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Remember "Sloth" from The Goonies?

Am I old?


I have dreamed twice now that I am hugging/feeding/burping my baby, and then I hold him out at arms' length to look at him again, and I've squished his face all up so that he looks like Sloth - one eye is just way out to lunch, and the whole bottom half of his face is sort of stretched out - horrible!

So I start trying to push it all back into place like Play-Doh, and then I realize he's not breathing because his nose is squished, so I start freaking out. But before I can decide whether I should call 911 or try CPR or something, I wake up.


And of course he's always fine, and he's beautiful, and he's breathing, and I'm like, "Goddamnit, brain! Fuck off!"


I asked my husband if he ever has dreams like this. He just stared at me, and shook his head very slowly. Mom thing, I guess.

We talked about having kids today. After this, I'm back in the camp of hell no.
Thanks Alice!

 

[Mropietaylor69]

I was dreaming about a house that filled full of water. kind of scary, but fun, that's why I like my dreams. E ticket for adults, you should see some of the women I've been with, good dreams, good times