"Have You Ever Had A Dream, Neo, That You Were So Sure Was Real?"

[spankableBelle]

Which brings me to the point. Ever have a dream that felt so real it impacted you for a considerable time afterwards.

I've had dreams that stayed with me for days, weeks... So vivid. So detailed.
I've even had dreams where they come back and pick up where the previous one left off and it, too, was so vivid and left me shaken, and I couldn't stop thinking about it until I wrote it all down in a journal. Some times even then, the dream stayed with me for several more days.

I don't generally dream like that anymore.

 

[MrPixel]

You might want to satisfy certain kinky desires that you haven't fulfilled in real life.

Not a problem here. In fact, the club we belong to just had a "bucket list weekend". We weren't there, but I'm looking forward to the OMG! stories when we return next week.

 

[djrip]

There are some excellent story opportunities concerning lucid dreaming. What if you had a device that enabled you to enter a dream world, as though it were real, and do whatever you wanted to do? It's not real, so there are no consequences. You might want to satisfy certain kinky desires that you haven't fulfilled in real life.

I've thought maybe someone could learn how to pop into the dreams of others. I suppose that would put it in SF/F. Or mind control if they incept people to be attracted.

 

[Emilymcplugger]

I've thought maybe someone could learn how to pop into the dreams of others. I suppose that would put it in SF/F. Or mind control if they incept people to be attracted.

I like that thought.

I’ll just let it swim around a bit for my drug/mind control story, see what comes about.

If that’s okay?

 

[djrip]

I like that thought.

I’ll just let it swim around a bit for my drug/mind control story, see what comes about.

If that’s okay?

Certainly!

 

[Emilymcplugger]

I had a dream I was roaming Hollywood with two very unfamiliar, flirtatious young men. At some point we ended up at their house somewhere in the Hills, at which point Brittney Spears made an arrival and started doing all kinds of insane things. Eventually she tried doing some kind of bizarre yoga move and rolled down a concrete hill and was terribly injured.

I woke up in a stressful panic after trying to call EMS for her, but for whatever reason I couldn’t get the names of the cross streets correct and the dispatcher kept becoming highly annoyed and hung up on me several times. I never have dreams like this, let alone about celebrities and certainly not one I don’t pay a lick of attention to.

What the actual fuck.

I know what you mean with this.

Many MANY years ago I dreamt I was unhappily married to Emma Thompson. God, she was so irritating just being herself (the irony was in this dream it was ME that was the annoying dildo!)

It affected me so much that even now when I see her on TV I can’t help but feel “Eurgh! There’s my ex-wife again”.

Very weird.

 

[SimonDoom]

I like that thought.

I’ll just let it swim around a bit for my drug/mind control story, see what comes about.

If that’s okay?

The 80s movie Dreamscape, with Dennis Quaid, was based on this premise -- the idea of being able to enter other people's dreams. An erotic version of it could be very interesting.

 

[Emilymcplugger]

The 80s movie Dreamscape, with Dennis Quaid, was based on this premise -- the idea of being able to enter other people's dreams. An erotic version of it could be very interesting.

I might have a character in there called Dennis Quad.

 

[NoTalentHack]

The worst dream I've ever had was when I was a teenager. I met a girl, a wonderful, curlyhaired redhead my age. We fell in love, went to college together, married somewhere in there. I worked in some job-- the details are hazy-- and she stayed home. We had two children. When I woke up, they were five and three, and my dream girl and I were in our early to mid-30s, so about 20 years passed in the dream.

I don't remember her name; I don't know if I ever knew it. I don't remember what the kids looked like, just that the five year old was a girl and the three year old was a boy. But I've never forgotten my dream wife's face, even more than 30 years later. I doubt I ever will, the elfin smile that she gave me when we first met, nor her as an older woman, laying in bed next to me after we made love. I hope I never do.

But, god, that morning when I woke up was sheer torture. I was back in a young man's body without the love of my life, and I felt like I'd gone mad. I worry sometimes that all of this since has been the dream, now that I've met the real love of my life and have three real children. I fear, occasionally, that they'll be wiped away and I'll wake up in that small bed in rural Texas and have to start all over again. I don't think I'd have the strength.

 

[NoTalentHack]

Shit, I think I have my Amorous Goods story.

 

[ElectricBlue]

The 80s movie Dreamscape, with Dennis Quaid, was based on this premise -- the idea of being able to enter other people's dreams. An erotic version of it could be very interesting.

Also Flatliners, similar idea - what happens when you're dying. The 1990 version is the one I'm thinking of.

 

[ElectricBlue]

Shit, I think I have my Amorous Goods story.

That's dream truth is stranger than fiction, right there. That's a superb idea for story, start writing!

 

[Emilymcplugger]

The worst dream I've ever had was when I was a teenager. I met a girl, a wonderful, curlyhaired redhead my age. We fell in love, went to college together, married somewhere in there. I worked in some job-- the details are hazy-- and she stayed home. We had two children. When I woke up, they were five and three, and my dream girl and I were in our early to mid-30s, so about 20 years passed in the dream.

I don't remember her name; I don't know if I ever knew it. I don't remember what the kids looked like, just that the five year old was a girl and the three year old was a boy. But I've never forgotten my dream wife's face, even more than 40 years later. I doubt I ever will, the elfin smile that she gave me when we first met, nor her as an older woman, laying in bed next to me after we made love. I hope I never do.

But, god, that morning when I woke up was sheer torture. I was back in a young man's body without the love of my life, and I felt like I'd gone mad. I worry sometimes that all of this since has been the dream, now that I've met the real love of my life and have three real children. I fear, occasionally, that they'll be wiped away and I'll wake up in that small bed in rural Texas and have to start all over again. I don't think I'd have the strength.

That just blew me away. You know sometimes I debate starting a thread, but upon reading all that, I’m so glad I did.

Thank you for sharing that. That’s pretty deep.