The Dream Thread

the bright red :) the metaphorical content... your sleep-brain's almost as cheesy as mine :D


your sex dreams sound fun

one thing that stands out for me is the fact you experience pain. i can't really remember feeling pain in mine, even though i am familiar enough with some forms. have you lived the actual kind of pain you dream about?

Yes. I had the first three fingers of my right hand almost amputated by a fan blade. In 1977 I hit a car head on while riding my motorcycle. It took a baseball sized chuck out of my left shin. In 1994 I t-boned a deer on my bike at 50 MPH. I got thrown off and hit the pavement so hard I bounced back to my feet. In 2010 I was hit in the rear by a car at 25 MPH (again on my bike) while waiting for a pedestrian to cross the street. So I'm no stranger to pain from cuts or impacts.

In my dreams the cuts are deep. When I've experienced that in RL there is more to it then just pain. The best I can describe it is a feeling, a burning sensation inside your flesh a feeling of an object that shoudln't be there.

My sex dreams are fun. Most times, after I wake, I remember smells, tastes, touch, all in color. Some times I dream about people I really shouldn't and because they are so vivid I feel embarrassed about them.



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When I was about twelve I had a recurring nightmare. One night it started again and I thought, not this again and woke up. I sat there for a minute and never had that dream again.

I love dreams where my old girlfriends pop up.
 
My dreams are often, but not always very realistic. I always see colors. If I am kneading dough, I can feel the dough in my hands. If I am baking a cake, I can smell it baking. I can taste any food I am eating. If it is raining, I can feel the water on my skin. I can smell flowers and other things.
 
Just saw this thread come back to life, so I thought I’d add my $0.02 to it. After a quick edit… Wow, this is long. My therapist must be named Lit.

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I used the nicoderm patch to quit smoking a few times, and the new ones have some new formula. They now only leave sunburn-style spots that last up to a week and look really funny, but the previous chemicals they used gave me intensely vivid and realistic dreams of sex and fighting. I think I got it on with pretty much every female I knew and beat up every guy I didn’t like. It was super weird. The next time I saw any of those people, that dream memory would pop up, and I’d laugh at myself, but usually think “hmmm, maybe…”.

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For a little while, about once every couple of months when stuff got really crazy at work or at home, I would have some anxiety about being out of my depth or involved in a confusing situation. That would lead to a common dream that would have me weirded out for hours after I woke up.

I would dream that I was in a messy house during a birthday party with a bunch of people I didn’t know, and the yard was worse than the house (dead car farm, plus the ‘hoarders’ tv show, etc). I’d wander around naked, but only some the women noticed. Some of the other people were naked too, and they would tease and run away to never be seen again. It seemed like I would search forever for my clothes I knew were in a backpack, but when I saw any backpack, I forgot what I was looking for. The kids would torment me, and some ultra-stereotypical rednecks (nothing against them, they are usually cool folks) would throw things at me, and I would dodge bullets and eggs while I looked for my clothes. Then I’d jump onto a floating fishing dock before swimming back to the house for a beer, and nobody would seem to notice I exist.

No, I was not doing drugs in either real life or the dreams, but it was awkward and confusing as hell. I chalked it up to trying to deal with a situation in my waking hours that I had little control over, but one that could impact my life. So weird. To add to the weird factor, every time this happened, it was a variation of the same thing, with some other random details that would make me sound like I was on shrooms. It sometimes amused me in the morning that I remember waking up (IRL) at 4am stressing about my clothes in my backpack, laughing about it while I had a smoke, then going back to bed thinking about it in the hopes that I could continue the dream with a goal to accomplish (besides getting dressed), and sometimes I could.

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Sometimes I’m sleep deprived because of reasons, and I’ll randomly wake up in the middle of the night and feel no need to sleep. After starting a pot of coffee I’ll sit down to wait, and nap for a couple of minutes at a time (micronap). Not long enough for my laptop’s screen saver to kick in, but long enough to have a realistic dream of doing something in the house or yard. Like mowing the grass, taking a shower, being surprised by a burglary / home intrusion, getting cheese from the fridge to snack on, etc. Then I’d be awake and sit up to look for the cheese wrapper or wonder why I was mowing at 4am.

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My mind hates me sometimes I guess.
 
I had a doozy early this morning.

I was in a house. Not my house. Not sure whose house. There were some people around me. I didn't recognize them but somehow I knew they were just visiting. They seemed to be younger, 20's and 30's.

I was living with a guy but not sure who he was. Tall and thin. Looked to be sort of a cross between my friend Constantine and my gardener.

I told him I was going to the grocery store one more time before we got put on lock down and that will for real happen in about 2 hours. I was fumbling through my purse for something. Not sure what. He told me to wait.

He put his arms around me and began kissing me deeply. I kissed him back and wondered why he hadn't kissed me before.

Suddenly we were on the floor. Me flat on my back. Him on top of me. I had on a short gown or dress (not sure which) with nothing underneath. He had on tan pants in a thick fabric. He kept kissing me, lifted my hem and rubbed his crotch against me as he struggled with his zipper. I helped him with the zipper. Soon, his cock was free. It was hard and dripping with pre-cum.

I looked around, concerned about the people around us. He laughed and told me to ignore them. They seemed to be ignoring us. They left.

He put his cock inside of me, but not fully and began fucking me. I came several times. I wanted him to fuck me harder and put his cock all the way in me but he wouldn't do it and he had me pinned underneath him.

He then spread my legs just slightly and rubbed the head of his cock over my clit, making me cum again and again. I wanted more but all he did was suck my nipples.

I grabbed his cock but he grinned at me and wouldn't let me put it inside of me. So I jacked him off as he continued to slide his cock over my crotch.

This went on for a long time. I kept cumming but I didn't think he would ever cum. He finally did, and when he did, his cock began whistling very loudly! We both laughed at the whistling. He spurted hard, three times across my belly and then continued to dribble between my legs.

I kissed him, hopped up and told him I had to go shopping.

Then I woke up. I woke up mid-orgasm.
 
I had a doozy early this morning.

I was in a house. Not my house. Not sure whose house. There were some people around me. I didn't recognize them but somehow I knew they were just visiting. They seemed to be younger, 20's and 30's.

I was living with a guy but not sure who he was. Tall and thin. Looked to be sort of a cross between my friend Constantine and my gardener.

I told him I was going to the grocery store one more time before we got put on lock down and that will for real happen in about 2 hours. I was fumbling through my purse for something. Not sure what. He told me to wait.

He put his arms around me and began kissing me deeply. I kissed him back and wondered why he hadn't kissed me before.

Suddenly we were on the floor. Me flat on my back. Him on top of me. I had on a short gown or dress (not sure which) with nothing underneath. He had on tan pants in a thick fabric. He kept kissing me, lifted my hem and rubbed his crotch against me as he struggled with his zipper. I helped him with the zipper. Soon, his cock was free. It was hard and dripping with pre-cum.

I looked around, concerned about the people around us. He laughed and told me to ignore them. They seemed to be ignoring us. They left.

He put his cock inside of me, but not fully and began fucking me. I came several times. I wanted him to fuck me harder and put his cock all the way in me but he wouldn't do it and he had me pinned underneath him.

He then spread my legs just slightly and rubbed the head of his cock over my clit, making me cum again and again. I wanted more but all he did was suck my nipples.

I grabbed his cock but he grinned at me and wouldn't let me put it inside of me. So I jacked him off as he continued to slide his cock over my crotch.

This went on for a long time. I kept cumming but I didn't think he would ever cum. He finally did, and when he did, his cock began whistling very loudly! We both laughed at the whistling. He spurted hard, three times across my belly and then continued to dribble between my legs.

I kissed him, hopped up and told him I had to go shopping.

Then I woke up. I woke up mid-orgasm.

WOW, You must have be dripping when you did awake, nice dream
 
a few months ago i had this dream. i was in a bedroom looking out a window at the other building. i saw a couple a man and a women arguing with loud talking and the man hits her. i then say a young woman who looks a their daughter. she saw me and come over to my window. she told me that If i see a girl watching their parents arguing and fighting i must not interfere.

what does this mean?
 
i had this wet dream over a year ago

i was walking down a river and i came across this rock in the middle of the river. on it there were some women clothes i picked up one which is a women's camisole. when i picked it up i got hard and cum in my underwear and pajamas.
 
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