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I have always been good at dreaming. I dream often, and dream lucidly. Usually the long ones, the ones that seem to start the moment your head hits the pillow until your eyelids crack open in the morning, are the most vivid and for some reason or another usually occur in the same location. Sometimes I am making my way to that big house out on a good-sized spread of land.
A few nights ago (in dream) I was getting ready for a big cookout that I had invited friends and family to. While running around trying to get everything ready and making sure everyone was comfortable I saw someone who I had never seen before, but instantly knew it was Saern. As I was wondering what he was doing there I remembered inviting all ya'll out to this cook-out. That kinda jarred my dream and I almost spun out of it but was able to maintain it. I went over and talked to him for a bit and while we were talking I heard a big laugh rising above the other laughs coming from the game room. In the game room was one of my uncles, a couple of friends from work and F2K having a good laugh around the pool table. The day fell away to night, everyone had a great time, I saw alot of people I hadn't seen in a while and to make a long dream short I ended up giving Saern a ride to where someone was supposed to pick him up for the rest of his trip.
The reason I'm writing this post is that I have always felt it was important to contact people who had prominent roles in my dreams. Especially the very lucid ones. I've done that since I was a kid, so I felt I would extend that courtesy/habit to you guys on the boards. Hey. How are you? Doing good? That's good to hear. Take care.
I have this image of a cocktail party, but everybody there is their avatar, rather than what they really look like. o_O
If I was in the dream, I'm doing well, thank you!
I'm sorry I couldn't attend...
... But I was already invited in someone elses' dream (it was one of those high-school reunion dreams). Next time you plan on dreaming about a cook-out, let me know in advance and I'll make sure to drop by.
Ultradan
I think one of the most interesting dreams I ever had was where I was Spiderman. I was being chased by the FBI, I was running from rooftop to rooftop, swinging like a monkey.
And I promptly ran out of web fluid. :O
Or the dream where my brother and I created a flesh golem, but the head was the head of an immortal from Highlander.
Or the dream where my mom bought the entire Second Edition "Complete" sets from a gas station.
Yeah, I've had some bizarre dreams.
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I'm sorry I couldn't attend...
... But I was already invited in someone elses' dream (it was one of those high-school reunion dreams). Next time you plan on dreaming about a cook-out, let me know in advance and I'll make sure to drop by.
Ultradan
Yeah, um, sorry to drag you to that but I needed a date and wanted to impress my peers. The kissin' part was fun though;P
FH (God that dress looked smokin' on ya' Ulty-babe)
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I think one of the most interesting dreams I ever had was where I was Spiderman. I was being chased by the FBI, I was running from rooftop to rooftop, swinging like a monkey.
And I promptly ran out of web fluid. :O
If you were a guy, Lillith, I would have to say you have some pretty strongly Freudian connotations going on there... [insert German accent] Can't "shoot" your "web-fluid"...hmm. Ja, tell me about your relationship vith your mother...
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That dream sounds interesting. My dreams are notoriously boring. My favorite was the one where I spent an entire dream walking up and down supermarket aisles looking for the spaghetti.
Most of my dreams are pretty boring. The supermarket dream is actually pretty common for me. At least when I pay attention the labels are usually more interesting than they are in real life. Also, I don't have nightmares any more, and that's kind of a drag. I try to stay in them, but exiting or changing those kinds of dreams has turned into a reflex that is very difficult to stop.
If you were a guy, Lillith, I would have to say you have some pretty strongly Freudian connotations going on there... [insert German accent] Can't "shoot" your "web-fluid"...hmm. Ja, tell me about your relationship vith your mother...I think one of the most interesting dreams I ever had was where I was Spiderman. I was being chased by the FBI, I was running from rooftop to rooftop, swinging like a monkey.
And I promptly ran out of web fluid. :O
Hmmm...would it have something to do with the fact that my dad & stepmother had just gotten married? (I was almost 17 at that point, and somewhat resented the fact that my dad expected me to treat my stepmother as my mother. *insert Spock-ified eyebrow twitch here*)
I have some boring ones, the one already amusingly mundane dream started by me waking up in my bed, and not being so sure if I was dreaming or not...then I pricked my finger with a pin to see if I was dreaming, didn't hurt, yep, this is a dream, I think I'll go back to bed then. End of dream.
Then again, there was this one dream where my mother casted a fireball to Cthulhu...or the ones which strangely transform into musicals. Or pornfilms (not sex dreams but dreams where you know that you are seeing a porn film).
Some time ago I had a nightmare (I had cancer...maaan, is that a sign of being adult or what?) and when I woke up and the initial chill had worn off I was actually quite happy that I was still capable of seeing nightmares.
As far as I know; I dont dream at night; have some daydreams, but not really any night dreams; I just wake up refreshed and bounce out of bed. They say everybody dreams at night; but I never have any left over traces of it or anything.
I always find my dreams interesting or amusing, and a lot of times I'm sad when I wake up. Like the time last week that I married an alien noble, spawned devil children, and rode as a passenger in a spaceship flying through the abyss while we were being chased by an advanced version of the malgoth. I referenced the Fiendish Codex twice within the context of that dream. (James and Erik, you guys win the universe. Or, at least, the universe I was dreaming in. If you really want Dal Quor, I won't fight you over it.)
Then again, they're always fun to talk about, too. Because I get to say things like "So, the basic premise to this dream was that I was the wrong gender, about one foot shorter, wearing a standard "angel's robe" with working wings, and trick-or-treating back at the high school I graduated from last year. You still with me? Ok, well, here's where it gets weird..."
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Anyone else find they have a lot of disturbing dreams?
So my one last night seemed to be set in some sort of future or alternate world. I was visiting my old University building, which was looking rather decrepit and run-down on the outside, except for a few sections which had been fitted out with futuristic looking solar panels. The person I was with was explaining to me that the building was now used as a research facility to examine victims of the “zombie plague” that had swept through a few years back.
Inside, the building had been gutted out a rebuilt in a rather haphazard manner, a brick and concrete shell with lots of half-height, black painted timber internal walls and sheets. Ramps leading up to strange split levels, lots of small inter-connected rooms and antechambers, larger rooms with walls at strange angles etc.
Sitting on plastic chairs or tattered lounges, staring stupidly into space, or wandering randomly around the building were the patients. Some looked normal enough, others were covered in disgusting pustules or areas of rotting flesh. The zombie plague affected different people in different ways (it was explained to me); most just became docile and unresponsive, many also exhibiting physical symptoms such as those I had seen; others became psychotic, or cannibals, or completely mutated into other things, or exhibited strange mental powers.
Part of this building was devoted to studying them – the study apparently consisted mainly of autopsying or lobotomising the still living victims, or setting them loose with non-infected people to “see what happens”. Another part of the building was apparently devoted to entertainment and creating TV game-shows (!)
At one point on my tour of the building, I entered a large freight elevator with a group of other people. There were probably a dozen or so people in there, but there was still a lot of free space (it was a BIG elevator). All of a sudden, people began backing away towards the two ends of the elevator, leaving the centre empty apart from a small boy holding a baby. The boy looked fairly normal – perhaps three years old or so, little more than a toddler. The baby he was holding was almost half his size, and looked decidedly odd. Its eyes were really big, and it looked around at the people intelligently, with an evil grin on it’s face. The flesh around its mouth was red, wrinkled and sticky, oozing pus and blood.
The little boy looked up and said “I want to lick the chicken,” indicating the strange baby.
“No Jimmy, don’t lick the chicken – just put it down on the ground,” said a man in glasses and a lab-coat. “But I just want to lick it,” said the little boy. “Yes,” said a young girl (of about the same age) who was also standing in the elevator, “it’s just a cute little puppy,” indicating the evil baby, “can I lick it too.”
Everyone kept telling the boy to put the baby down, but no-one seemed willing to approach. Eventually the boy, looking disappointed, was about to put his “chicken” down, then at the last minute stooped and bent his head, licking the disfigured portion of the baby’s face, to everyone’s gasps of horror.
Almost immediately the little boy began to whither and shrink slightly, and develop a rash around his mouth, whilst the baby grew slightly bigger, and the sores around its mouth started to shrink as it grinned. “Can I lick the chicken again?” asked the little boy in a weak sounding voice.
There was a shift in POV (as there often is in dreams) and it was like I was watching the continuation of the story on TV. The baby had become a woman who spent her life sitting on a couch, not talking, wearing black and watching TV. She kept a withered, shrivelled little baby in a cardboard box under a table, which she would force to lick her face every now and again…
In the dream, I came into a section of the building which consisted of an area of a dozen or so interconnected rooms and chambers. Some sort of complex play was taking place within and through the chambers, with dozens of costumed characters playing out various parts. People (“audience” members) could wander amongst the players observing the play… but as I watched I noticed that certain audience members, if observing a particular scene at a particular time, would suddenly start acting in the scene too, and would thereafter continue to be part of the play … the play did not gain an unwieldy number of “actors” though, for at various points throughout the play, characters would die, which usually involved the player actually being killed (often messily) by the other actors…
After trying unsuccessfully to find a friend who I had heard had joined the play, I moved on, into a large, darkened room, where people were trying to assemble model train sets in the dark for some reason.
Then I was in the audience of a game show. The show involved contestants strapped to an operating table and being asked questions – some of them extremely tricky, or just nonsense. For every answer they got wrong, they had a random limb, body part or organ sawn off or ripped out. For every question they get right, they had some sort of random artificial limb or graft of some sort attached. As you can imagine, contestants came out of it looking pretty grotesque, and lucky to be alive at all.
Another game show, or maybe a different phase of the same one. The host was some creature with the head of Robin Williams on an androgynous, mannequin-like body made of black plastic, wearing a gold cloak. The contestants were a family, who had to answer various questions. Unfortunately they got too many wrong, and the audience got to vote on their fate … no penalty, being dumped into a pit of hungry zombies, or being lasered into little pieces … the winning vote in this case was laser.
I'm having dreams lately that I'm flying through the air using only will-power. In my dreams, when I really concentrate hard, I can take off and fly. It's so real (don't tell this to anyone, lol) that I found myself trying to concentrate (to fly) while I was walking home from work the other day... Strange things, these dreams...
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Ok Mothman, a little bizarre, but I can dig it. I mean, who doesn't want to lick the chicken now and then? But seriously your dreams sound amazing.
I'm a pretty frequent dreamer too, usually nightly, but they're more exhausting than entertaining. For some reason I always have something to do in my dreams, some occupation or problem that requires my immediate attention. I lay down to sleep and meet my dream, uh, NPCs on the other side with a resignation. I never recognize them and I don't dream of familiar places. I have never dreamt of work or my home or even my beloved family, even as a child. I'm always myself, or a reasonable facsimile, but my surroundings are unfamiliar.
My latest set of reoccurring dreams take place in a flat prairie town (not that I've ever been to one) that's stuck somewhere in the 1940's. I can't tell if I'm in the past or the place is just economically depressed. It's always twilight there, the sky is low and most of the homes are dark and empty. Those that are occupied have rays of light that shoot from their chimneys into the sky like beacons.
My job in this town is to slay house ghosts - specifically those that live in wallpaper. I have the ability to touch ghosts, but no fighting finesse, so I spend a lot of time creeping around, scared as s&+#, scratching wallpaper and punching holes in sheetrock. I've slain at least a dozen wallpaper ghosts, but I've also gained a sort of boogeyman who is made of dust. He takes a long time to coalesce from ambient dust in the air. If I'm alert, I can see him forming in a corner or above me and interrupt the transformation. If I'm not, he'll usually pin me down and try to suck all the air out of my lungs with his dust bunny mouth.
crazy creepy dream
Wow. I hope your ok. Disturbing dreams tend to stick with me for a long time.
The scariest dream I've ever had was actually quite simple. It was darker than I thought possible and something was holding me from behind. It wasn't scaly or furry or smooth but something in between. It had sharp claws and hot hot breath that it was breathing onto my neck. I couldn't get out. I knew I was dreaming, and since it was my dream, I could get out. I tried to pull out of the dream and coudldn't. Getting even more terrified, I started to pull against the thing and felt a scream attempting to break out of me. I am not a screamer, except for fun at a concert or roller coaster. When I'm scared, I clam up. Anyway, I felt this scream trying to get out and I knew if I screamed, I'd wake up the entire house. I held it in as long as I could as the thing squeezed me tighter and began to make these wuffling growl noises in my ear. I started screaming and very very slowly regained consciousness. The growling turned into my fan and I was trapped in my blankets.
I've been having a rash of nightmares lately. Driving off of a cliff to my smooshy doom, being a little girl and abadoned by my mother, alien apocalypses in Escher style malls with the Rock and that guy from Dark Angel, things I can't remember.
I'm pretty sure it's stress, it just sucks.
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My latest set of reoccurring dreams take place in a flat prairie town (not that I've ever been to one) that's stuck somewhere in the 1940's. I can't tell if I'm in the past or the place is just economically depressed. It's always twilight there, the sky is low and most of the homes are dark and empty. Those that are occupied have rays of light that shoot from their chimneys into the sky like beacons.My job in this town is to slay house ghosts - specifically those that live in wallpaper. I have the ability to touch ghosts, but no fighting finesse, so I spend a lot of time creeping around, scared as s~~!, scratching wallpaper and punching holes in sheetrock. I've slain at least a dozen wallpaper ghosts, but I've also gained a sort of boogeyman who is made of dust. He takes a long time to coalesce from ambient dust in the air. If I'm alert, I can see him forming in a corner or above me and interrupt the transformation. If I'm not, he'll usually pin me down and try to suck all the air out of my lungs with his dust bunny mouth.
Wow man, that's awesome.
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crazy creepy dreamWow. I hope your ok. Disturbing dreams tend to stick with me for a long time.
Yeah, it's cool. I have disturbing dreams fairly often, but if I don't dwell on them I usually forget them ... though sometimes the memory of them just flashes up days later and freaks me out.
Last night's dream was fairly mundane; I was holidaying in this big old country house with my parents, siblings, grandparents and the girl I used to lust over when I was 13. There was a fire, and since I was a fire warden (in my dream) I had to get everyone out of the house and onto a train back to the city to evacuate. Lots of sequences of running through dark, dusty corridors, looking for people.
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Here's a repost of my dream from the chatroom this afternoon:
‹Fatespinner› I had a strange dream that I visited the Paizo office last night.
‹Fatespinner› Except, it wasn't like an office at all... it was a steam-pipe filled industrial facility like in Aliens.
‹Fatespinner› And Gary Teter was in it... except, since I didn't know what Gary looked like, Russel Crowe took his place.
‹Fatespinner› Gary Teter was played by Russel Crowe in my dream.
‹Fatespinner› And I was wandering around looking for... something. I don't know what.
‹Fatespinner› And he would always pop out from between the pipes and ask if he could help me with anything.
‹Fatespinner› And I kept referring to him as 'The All-Seeing Eye' instead of just 'Gary.'
‹Fatespinner› So weird.
‹Lilith› Obsess much?
‹Fatespinner› There were grungy Pathfinder posters on the walls and stuff.
‹Fatespinner› Everything was all rusty.
‹Fatespinner› It wasn't scary or disturbing at all... just really weird.
‹Fatespinner› Mike McArtor was his avatar. Like, a human-sized cartoon-looking bronze dragon.
‹Fatespinner› I wasn't even drunk or anything when I went to bed.
* Lilith thinks Fatespinner needs some time in a padded room.
I'm having dreams lately that I'm flying through the air using only will-power. In my dreams, when I really concentrate hard, I can take off and fly. It's so real (don't tell this to anyone, lol) that I found myself trying to concentrate (to fly) while I was walking home from work the other day... Strange things, these dreams...
Ultradan
I used to have flying dreams fairly often when I was a teen, only very, very rarely do I have them now. I love them too. :)
I dream almost every night and remember them for about an hour or two. My true nightmares occur once every year or two and they are the type of nightmare that I remember for years to come. Often they involve my painful death. Usually I manage to recognize the starting symptoms of it and at that point have trained myself to recognize that Iam part of a dream. From that point on it's simple to rearange the dream and fall back into peaceful dreaming. Despite this some nightmares overwhelm my defences and they are the once that I remember feelings from for years.
I try to keep a dream diary -most of them are rubbish. Some are cool however -once I was stood talking to my father at my parents house in the kitchen and the Alien queen stuck her head in the door and punched her inner-teeth through my face, killing me and waking me up. It hurt. :)
You want weird? I got weird.
I dreamt I was getting married in my old church. I remembered the people from the congregation clearly, as well as my fiancee(whom I was marrying), my parents- it seems everyone fit into that small space. However, the wedding ceremony itself was plagued by cicadas. Everyone was up and running around, trying to avoid the loathesome creatures, reacting to them as if they were a virulent plague(although in real life, I find them quite fascinating). I raise my voice to shout for everyone to sit down and relax, that the ceremony is almost over, when suddenly one of the cicadas flies directly into my mouth and STAYS THERE. Worst of all, it begins to GROW in my mouth, and while I'm tempted to simply crush it in my jaws, the thought of icky bug-innards filling my mouth is so disturbing that I just open my mouth wider to accomodate it. This seems to please the cicada, which proceeds to make itself comfortable in my mouth by relaxing on my tongue, and chirping that strange chirp they have. My jaw is starting to unhinge here, and I'm still waving my arms frantically to create a semblance of order, but all anyone can see is that the groom has a cicada in his mouth which is apparently driving him mad. My jaw is starting to hurt, my fiancee is wondering if she'll ever get married, and people in the congregation are considering whipping out shotguns to blow the now much larger cicadas to kingdom come. I woke up and explained this to my fiancee, who is now doing reasearch on what cicadas mean when they appear in your dreams.
You want weird? I got weird.
I dreamt I was getting married in my old church. I remembered the people from the congregation clearly, as well as my fiancee(whom I was marrying), my parents- it seems everyone fit into that small space. However, the wedding ceremony itself was plagued by cicadas. Everyone was up and running around, trying to avoid the loathesome creatures, reacting to them as if they were a virulent plague(although in real life, I find them quite fascinating). I raise my voice to shout for everyone to sit down and relax, that the ceremony is almost over, when suddenly one of the cicadas flies directly into my mouth and STAYS THERE. Worst of all, it begins to GROW in my mouth, and while I'm tempted to simply crush it in my jaws, the thought of icky bug-innards filling my mouth is so disturbing that I just open my mouth wider to accomodate it. This seems to please the cicada, which proceeds to make itself comfortable in my mouth by relaxing on my tongue, and chirping that strange chirp they have. My jaw is starting to unhinge here, and I'm still waving my arms frantically to create a semblance of order, but all anyone can see is that the groom has a cicada in his mouth which is apparently driving him mad. My jaw is starting to hurt, my fiancee is wondering if she'll ever get married, and people in the congregation are considering whipping out shotguns to blow the now much larger cicadas to kingdom come. I woke up and explained this to my fiancee, who is now doing reasearch on what cicadas mean when they appear in your dreams.
Arn't dreams involving your mouth and flying meant to be about sex? :D Or was that just Freud being all obsessed with sex?
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I used to have flying dreams fairly often when I was a teen, only very, very rarely do I have them now. I love them too. :)I'm having dreams lately that I'm flying through the air using only will-power. In my dreams, when I really concentrate hard, I can take off and fly. It's so real (don't tell this to anyone, lol) that I found myself trying to concentrate (to fly) while I was walking home from work the other day... Strange things, these dreams...
Ultradan
I've found that many people I've spoken with have flying dreams, or feel as if they are floating on air as they fall asleep. For some reason, though, I have never had flying dreams, and when I fall asleep, I feel as though I am floating in water.
I had this very vivid dream about my girlfriend. We were hanging out in her living room watching football on TV, eating, making popcorn. That was it. No drama, no monsters crashing through the walls, no John Elway commentating in her living room. Just hanging out watching football. I could feel her laying in my lap,my arms arround her everything. It was just very vivid and very mundane.
Weird.
I've found that many people I've spoken with have flying dreams, or feel as if they are floating on air as they fall asleep. For some reason, though, I have never had flying dreams, and when I fall asleep, I feel as though I am floating in water.I used to have flying dreams fairly often when I was a teen, only very, very rarely do I have them now. I love them too. :)I'm having dreams lately that I'm flying through the air using only will-power. In my dreams, when I really concentrate hard, I can take off and fly. It's so real (don't tell this to anyone, lol) that I found myself trying to concentrate (to fly) while I was walking home from work the other day... Strange things, these dreams...
Ultradan
MerMAN! ;D
I had this very vivid dream about my girlfriend. We were hanging out in her living room watching football on TV, eating, making popcorn. That was it. No drama, no monsters crashing through the walls, no John Elway commentating in her living room. Just hanging out watching football. I could feel her laying in my lap,my arms arround her everything. It was just very vivid and very mundane.
Weird.
Thats most of the stuff that fills my dream diary. Just dreams about going to the shop to get a loaf of bread or sitting in the garden on a nice day etc. Does that mean we have really meh subconsciousness? :)
I seem to have a lot of impromptu visits from fiends and family in dreams and find myself worrying about how tidy my home is... :/
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Ok: another Paizo dream. Last night, I dreamed that I had to break into the Paizo offices to steal some super-secret material (I'm not sure what it was. A MacGuffin, most likely.) However, while in the process of robbing Wes Schneider's office, I was confronted by Erik Mona (himself), Lilith (her avatar), and Kyle Hunter (some random guy). They somehow managed to lock me in a filing cabinet, and I was in the process of escaping when I awoke.
Ok: another Paizo dream. Last night, I dreamed that I had to break into the Paizo offices to steal some super-secret material (I'm not sure what it was. A MacGuffin, most likely.) However, while in the process of robbing Wes Schneider's office, I was confronted by Erik Mona (himself), Lilith (her avatar), and Kyle Hunter (some random guy). They somehow managed to lock me in a filing cabinet, and I was in the process of escaping when I awoke.
Um...hi? *gives Mr Shiny a cookie*
I had this very vivid dream about my girlfriend. We were hanging out in her living room watching football on TV, eating, making popcorn. That was it. No drama, no monsters crashing through the walls, no John Elway commentating in her living room. Just hanging out watching football. I could feel her laying in my lap,my arms arround her everything. It was just very vivid and very mundane.
Weird.
Thats most of the stuff that fills my dream diary. Just dreams about going to the shop to get a loaf of bread or sitting in the garden on a nice day etc. Does that mean we have really meh subconsciousness? :)
I seem to have a lot of impromptu visits from fiends and family in dreams and find myself worrying about how tidy my home is... :/
Yeah most of my dreams are off the wall whacky. Like walking around naked, tea setting on the beach, giant strawberries floating in the ocean. running and hiding from some unkown.
I must ressurect this thread to recount this bizzare tale:
The other day I had a dream that myself, Mr. Shiny, my old high school track coach, and some random person we know were in an underground fight club. We were all in stilletto heels. Don't ask, I don't know. But apparently in stilletto dreams I can kick high enough to stab people in the chest.
Friday night I dreamed of family and wolf pups playing. I've had wolves in my dreams before & it's usually been when there's something troubling going on in my life. In those it's usually the typical me being lost or hurt and the wolf leading me out of the woods, licking the wounds, etc. I've always loved having wolves show up in my dreams because I knew that however bad I thought the dream started out, that it would end up just fine.
It's been a while since wolves have shown up in my dreams so I was a little worried when I saw the first wolf show up. But then the rest of the pack showed themselves and then it just kinda jumped to me & my cousins playing with the pack & their pups down in the pasture at my Grandmother's. It made my heart happy, I woke up feeling refreshed & rested. I was happy to have had wolves in my dreams again.
Strange dream the other night. Maybe slightly prophetic? Maybe I'm reading too much into it?
I was at my mother's house with my dad and my future children. The house was in the badlands, all hills and dust and hot sun. I look out the window at the western horizion and see what I think to be an incrediably beautiful, fiery sunset. But as I keep looking, I realize it's really a gigantic fireball rolling towards us! I flip out and start gathering the kids and trying to find some kind of shelter. My mom and dad are just like "WTF mate?" and I'm like "Oh noes! Fireball WTF?!?" I then look out the window as the fireball dissipates far from the house into a huge dusty gust of wind. Then we drank tea.
Anyway, I say today that the Santa Ana's combined with natural wildfires were ripping through southern California. Some guy sent in some video of the hills burning and it looked just like my dream. It freaked me out big time.
Anything like that ever happen to anyone else?
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I took a nap one afternoon, and this is what happened...
I was speaking to a friend on the phone, looked out the window and saw what looked like storm clouds. So I asked him if he saw the storm clouds outside, and he just replied, "Huh?" So I dropped the phone and went outside, and it turned out the clouds were smoke because the farm fields behind the houses across the street were on fire.
My mother was out there with me, and we saw a ship dump some of that red fire control stuff on it, then it flew near to us, turned vertical and plugged itself into the wall to recharge.
It looked like the flames were dying down, so I hopped in my car and drove down the road to see what else was happening. In a nearby field, a bunch of people looked like they were working together to finish off the rest of the fires. I saw a man trapped under a log, and a small boy was trying to lift it off him but it was too heavy and he was crying apologetically. The man just said, "It's ok", and I looked down and it was John Goodman.
I helped get the log off from him, then looked over and saw a bunch of people helping a large man walk by propping him up with big sticks. A couple sticks broke, he fell over and everyone yelled as they went down with him.
That's all I remember.
That's also the last time I take a nap right after eating Taco Bell. There might have also been an event in the dream involving some goths and playing cards. I have no clue.
Sadly, I rarely ever have dreams that make sense, much less have control over them, but I never remembered one so vividly as this. The flying ones however were REALLY cool... only had a few of those.
I do notice an occasional recurring theme to some of them, though. I'm back in college, and it's approaching exam time, but there's one particular class that I have totally slacked on - I haven't even attended it. The dream feels like a quick day by day of how exam time is approaching, and I have yet to do anything about it.
@Yeux: Can't say I've ever had a prophetic dream, but there were plenty of times long ago where I saw something on TV that I could swear I've seen before in recent memory. Might have been a combination of deja vu and something else, who knows. In any case, ew freaky.
The flying ones however were REALLY cool... only had a few of those.
I never have flying dreams, only ones where I'm bounding out of control (really high).
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I must ressurect this thread to recount this bizzare tale:
The other day I had a dream that myself, Mr. Shiny, my old high school track coach, and some random person we know were in an underground fight club. We were all in stilletto heels. Don't ask, I don't know. But apparently in stilletto dreams I can kick high enough to stab people in the chest.
Wow. That's... special...
Is this, like... a recurring dream? Or... something?
Oh, about the same time as the stilletto dream (I think the night before or after, I cannot remember), I had a weird dream involving maps. There was some story line, and I think it was the only dream I've ever had with a normal setting and events, but the whole thing was interspersed with maps. Most of them looked like Europe with sicle cell anemia, one of them was a pixelated archipelago. I am so odd.
Last night I had a nightmare. Thinking about it, it's more like one of those dreams where you wake up and go "What the f@+! was that?" And quite frankly it sounds like something that would only scare someone with really bad OCD, but in the dream I was freaked so it qualifies as a nightmare.
So here it is: In the dream, I'm looking for something. I have no idea what it is, looks like, or how to find it. I spend the first half of the dream running around this building, and then I spot someone. Somehow I know this is what I was looking for, and I follow it (him/her? I never saw more than a glimpse) around a corner and suddenly I'm in this strange tiled maze. I've lost sight of whoever it was, and spend the rest of the dream running down side passages. I have not been able to figure out who the person was, but the way I've been feeling lately, it was probably me. I wish my subconcious would just leave me alone sometimes.
The only really weird dream I've had that I can remember happened recently. I think it's a side effect of moving back home after college. I dreamt that I was working at a mix of Goodwill and my old highschool, but some of my coworkers were people from college. Not too weird. But when I was eating lunch in the cafeteria there was a tiny man (maybe six inches tall) trying to steal my testicles. The person sitting next to me said,"Oh, yeah, just ignore him. If you ignore him today, he'll leave you alone tomorrow."
And now I'm subjecting you all to it.
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Last night I had a nightmare. Thinking about it, it's more like one of those dreams where you wake up and go "What the f#*# was that?" And quite frankly it sounds like something that would only scare someone with really bad OCD, but in the dream I was freaked so it qualifies as a nightmare.
So here it is: In the dream, I'm looking for something. I have no idea what it is, looks like, or how to find it. I spend the first half of the dream running around this building, and then I spot someone. Somehow I know this is what I was looking for, and I follow it (him/her? I never saw more than a glimpse) around a corner and suddenly I'm in this strange tiled maze. I've lost sight of whoever it was, and spend the rest of the dream running down side passages. I have not been able to figure out who the person was, but the way I've been feeling lately, it was probably me. I wish my subconcious would just leave me alone sometimes.
That's a sign that you probably should stop reading House of Leaves. Or, if you've already read it, you shouldn't have.
And now I'm subjecting you all to it.
Dream analysis is a hobby of mine. If I had to take a wild stab in the dark, I'd say your mind is trying to cope with feelings of insignificance, and you're wrestling with whether to take a big chance or not.
Tiny people (not “little people,” but things being much smaller than they ought to be) are often signs of inadequacy, especially if the small thing is you. If the person is specific, you could be trying to marginalize their contributions.
The testicles thing, especially being stolen, makes me think of a number of possibilities:
a) You have sisters that are more successful and harbor some unconscious resentment.
b) You feel you aren’t living up to your potential as a man, perhaps as a breadwinner.
c) You are having trouble making a serious life altering decision (suck it up and take it like a man sort of thing).
The comment by the person nearby is interesting too, but without knowing you more personally, it is open to interpretation.
Dirk, out of curiosity, did you recently lose something that gave you a lot of confidence? There are many conflicting themes between the dreams, but they are all connected.
... when I was eating lunch in the cafeteria there was a tiny man (maybe six inches tall) trying to steal my testicles. The person sitting next to me said,"Oh, yeah, just ignore him. If you ignore him today, he'll leave you alone tomorrow." ...
Sounds like a precognitive dream to me.
... when I was eating lunch in the cafeteria there was a tiny man (maybe six inches tall) trying to steal my testicles. The person sitting next to me said,"Oh, yeah, just ignore him. If you ignore him today, he'll leave you alone tomorrow." ...Sounds like a precognitive dream to me.
I hope not, since I start work at the Cafeteria for Tiny Men tomorrow...
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I hope not, since I start work at the Cafeteria for Tiny Men tomorrow...... when I was eating lunch in the cafeteria there was a tiny man (maybe six inches tall) trying to steal my testicles. The person sitting next to me said,"Oh, yeah, just ignore him. If you ignore him today, he'll leave you alone tomorrow." ...Sounds like a precognitive dream to me.
Eh, the tiny man was probably just envious. Still, hard to ignore a dude trying to steal your testicles.
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So here it is: In the dream, I'm looking for something. I have no idea what it is, looks like, or how to find it. I spend the first half of the dream running around this building, and then I spot someone. Somehow I know this is what I was looking for, and I follow it (him/her? I never saw more than a glimpse) around a corner and suddenly I'm in this strange tiled maze. I've lost sight of whoever it was, and spend the rest of the dream running down side passages. I have not been able to figure out who the person was, but the way I've been feeling lately, it was probably me. I wish my subconcious would just leave me alone sometimes.
I used to have dreams very similar to that quite often. Still do, on occasion, but it used to happen a lot.