What did you dream? Tell it in five sentences or fewer.

Two weird ones;

First, had to run a mile carrying a full set of billiard balls in my hands, the rack around my neck, and a billiard table strapped to my back. Somehow contrived to break the cue ball. o_O

Second, trapped in a crevice so tight my arms were pinned and I could barely breathe, couldn't cry out, while I could hear people up above looking for me, but none bothered to look down the crevice.
 
Dreamt that my fiancé smoked a cigarette and dumped the ashes on my side of the bed (he doesn't smoke), had been sleeping with someone else secretly and got pregnant (he's trans), and broke up with me as I realized these things. Then I met his baby, and the baby was scary-looking.

Wtf? I'm going back to bed.
Yikes!


I had a dream J and I were getting married and were planning our wedding. He insisted that we have our reception in a Christmas themed display at a shopping center window. He also insisted the chairs around the table in that set up had to be changed into green desk chairs.
 
Dreamed I was at a gas pump talking to the guy getting gas next to me. My truck starts to billow black smoke out of the engine. We pop the hood to take a look and start discussing whether or not there’s enough CLAY in the catalytic converter?

Weird.
 
I dreamed I went to the theater and the man sitting next to me turned out to also be an actor in the play. After the show we had a highly charged interaction where I told him to go fuck himself and the horse he rode in on. He took that as a challenge and essentially told me he would take his next opportunity to rape me. It was very upsetting frankly.
 
Attacked by lions (in the U.K. for some reason). Successfully defended against two, only to find I was surrounded and being charged by several more.

In other news, anyone want an elderly (20) cat that has a tendency to perch in the window over my Texas bed until she loses her, always problematic, balance? :mad:
 
Dream: I was having a conversation with one of my favorite work friends who died from cancer 7-8 yo. She was wearing a white knit cap (she liked hats bcz she had lost her hair.) A red spot of blood formed over the left side of her forehead. She told me that it was ok and not to worry about it.

RIP… 😪😥😢
 
Dream: I was having a conversation with one of my favorite work friends who died from cancer 7-8 yo. She was wearing a white knit cap (she liked hats bcz she had lost her hair.) A red spot of blood formed over the left side of her forehead. She told me that it was ok and not to worry about it.

RIP… 😪😥😢

The kind of dream that’s hard to shake. :rose:

I spent then night before last arguing with bureucrats in kafkaesque corridors, about why my death sentence should be lifted.
Bit to much memento mori in my life at the time, I think.
 
I’m on a farm trail driving a large farm vehicle - a harvester or a large tractor. To my right is a large cornfield.

A pick up truck is driving towards me and then pulls up around the tractor as if to talk to me. The driver is Ivan Putski, the famous professional wrestler from the 70s, and he has a Polish flag that says “Polish Power” on it.
(This was his tagline). We talk about something for a little bit and I woke up.

I can’t explain this one! 😂

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Putski

EDIT: was this a foreshadowing?? https://apnews.com/article/russia-ukraine-war-zelenskyy-kherson-9202c032cf3a5c22761ee71b52ff9d52
 
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IRL my wife and I found An old steel and porcelain bathtub in the woods on our farm. (It used to be a dumping ground). We’re repurposing it into a planter.

In my dream last night, I framed out a spot in a tree to use it as a deer stand.

I had it all framed out and was up in the tree. Sue was using the forks that attach to the front end loader on our tractor and was lifting the tub up to me. She got it up to me and I attached it to the frame using 1/2” lag screws somehow.

I sat back and looked at my fucked up deer stand with immense pride!
 
I was with dozens of other people, climbing the stairs of the Empire State Building as part of a fundraiser. My wife's best friend was climbing in front of me, wearing a short skirt. My legs hurt at the end of the dream, but it was totally worth it.
 
IRL my wife are working with a non profit to reintroduce the American chestnut back into the woodland ecosystem. They’ve been killed off by a blight abt 100 yo.

We’ve been given 26 chestnut seeds which are a hybrid of Japanese and American chestnut.

I dreamt I was inspecting our American Chestnut tree nuts which we are growing this winter. and looking to see if the radical (early roots) were starting to grow. I was worried about them.
 
A small little bird somehow got into our house. My wife and I were gently trying to shoo it through an open door. It flew into our bedroom. I opened the window and we both watched from the far side. The bird flew to the sill, fluttered its wings and then flew outside.

This sounds like it must mean something. Dream interpretations anyone?
 
Birds are almost impossible to get out of a home or a barn or any other kind of structure. They're natural inclination is to fly up and of course they can't. Poor little bird brains can't figure out to fly through the opening and get out.
 
I dreamt 8 employees were shot to death in a nearby town of the retailer I work for. It was so real I googled it. It seemed real. There are co-workers who go to the bathroom at work and leave the key in the doorknob on the outside, and I think wtf.
 
I dreamt 8 employees were shot to death in a nearby town of the retailer I work for. It was so real I googled it. It seemed real. There are co-workers who go to the bathroom at work and leave the key in the doorknob on the outside, and I think wtf.
Sorry to hear you had this disturbing dream. that sounds awful… and eerily real.
 
I was in Chicago for a work thing and got lost on my way to the meeting. I came in late and the meeting went very badly because I hadn’t had time to prep the site and, for example, I had to cut papers with scissors during my presentation because I hadn’t had time to do that before. While giving my horrible presentation I kept thinking that I’m going to lose my job, but at least I’m losing it in Chicago, so that’s not so bad.

After the meeting I went to the riverwalk and there were crocodiles there and lots of people gathering to look at them. I ate popcorn.

It was a very odd dream.
 
I dreamed I was 17 again.
I was roaring down a busy highway in my battered hulk of a Mustang. I had a busted lip and a black eye. Smoking a cigarillo, listening to some metal on the radio.
 
I was in Chicago for a work thing and got lost on my way to the meeting. I came in late and the meeting went very badly because I hadn’t had time to prep the site and, for example, I had to cut papers with scissors during my presentation because I hadn’t had time to do that before. While giving my horrible presentation I kept thinking that I’m going to lose my job, but at least I’m losing it in Chicago, so that’s not so bad.

After the meeting I went to the riverwalk and there were crocodiles there and lots of people gathering to look at them. I ate popcorn.

It was a very odd dream.
Love Chicago!
 
A gay guy was shot to death in the courtyard of my former house and I decided I’ve had enough and joined the underground resistance to overthrow the dictator that was ruling the country. All sorts of secret, sneaky, overthrow-y things happened.

At the end I was made and ran away from a guy in a (female) flight attendant uniform wielding a rifle. I hid in a bathroom that was filled with unspooled toilet paper and I struggled to keep the loose ends inside the cubicle so that no one would know I had burrowed into the pile of TP. I could hear the guy’s heels clacking as he came closer and closer to my hiding cubicle… 😬
 
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