Reoccurring dreams

[Handley_Page]

Oh, I die. And then wake up hot and burning all over.

Mine used to be being eaten by a large cow.

 

[49greg]

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PUZZLING: About once a month, I am in a public place, sometimes a Law School campus, sometimes a grocery store, sometimes a snooty corporate office, and I suddenly notice I forgot to get dressed that morning. Sometimes I sneak around trying to find something to wear, even a towel will do, and can't find a damned thing. Sometimes I just brazen it out.

The thing is, no one ever comments on it and I don't think they even notice, even though they are all dressed in the manner one would expect for the venue.

GOOD: About once a year I rediscover the secret of Flying. It usually occurs near the house where I spent much of my childhood. I'm standing out in the yard and my feet feel unusually light against the ground. I bounce a few times and find that I can go really high -- enough to touch the electric lines. I make a mental note to watch out for that.

Then I hold my breath and close my eyes and start to float. It's merely a matter of concentration, I realize. With a great deal of effort I rise slowly, then faster until I think I'm higher than the power lines. I crack open one eye to make sure, and sure enough, I'm above the power lines. Yay! Why haven't I been doing this all along? It's so easy!

But when I open my eyes I go into a steep dive. Shit! I squeeze my eyes closed and begin to rise again. I go way up into the clouds this time, then swoop and soar all over the place, really getting good at it. I can see people walking around in town, never looking up, but I don't dare go low enough to see any detail.

Then something really catches my attention; possibly Sally's exquisitely-shaped butt, and I go into free fall. Fuck! The electric lines! I try to pull out of it but I know I won't be able to do it because all I can see in my mind's eye is Sally's butt.

Then I wake up, still holding a detailed mental picture of Sally's butt.

She did have a really nice butt.

Damn! reading that made me remember:

I have had dreams of being naked in public. In the dream, unlike if it happened in real life, I'm not at all embarrassed. I walk around, do whatever I was going to do, as if nothing was wrong. I remember feeling free and being happy, which carries over to when I awaken.

And the flying. The flying I did as a kid was always with swim fins, but as an adult I have had flying dreams, either just me, or me in a car. Just like you I have to concentrate really hard, although I can keep my eyes open, I can't look around that much. And if I lose concentration I fall.

Has anyone had a dream that is really like a movie? Not from your personal point of view as if you were looking out of your own eyes, but as if you were watching a movie and it was other people doing the action in the dream, you're just watching.

 

[jacktar48]

Has anyone had a dream that is really like a movie? Not from your personal point of view as if you were looking out of your own eyes, but as if you were watching a movie and it was other people doing the action in the dream, you're just watching.

I don't think I have. I think I'm always in them, although sometimes not doing anything but watching, but I know I'm there. Sometimes I don't have the ability to move or speak or anything else, but I'm there.

Some really bad ones, not recurrent fortunately, have been about being attacked and being paralyzed with fear, not even being able to shout. I know there are guns by the front and back doors, as well as other weapons, but I either can't find them or can't move. Once when I did get to a gun the bullets only sort of dribbled out and didn't do anything. I usually wake up screaming.