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Wouldn't be a long shot with that one . . . :lol:Quote:
with no basis in reality
Last Night I dreamed that I went to a customer's shop (a customer from my old company). They were doing the yearly changing of the pistons and it was a big deal (that isn't something that that or any other company does). They give out prizes, it's like a big party really. Anyways my friend that did something crappy was also there. She kept winning prizes. They gave us all door prizes but a manager was coming around to the tables, when they got to my table they took away my prize and I was left with a sheet of paper. Then we met these 3 ladies, they seemed very nice. Then i was driving around my grandma's neighbor hood in a van/car and wound up in a parking lot. This guy was there and he seemed familiar, we were chatting then after a bit we were making out. He was kind of a hippie gy - generally not the type I go for. anyways a few minutes into it I hear a car pull up. The door slams and a lady says "What are you doing with my husband?" I turn and it's the three ladies from the party. I tried to explain that I didn't know this guy was married and he didn't have a ring on but they were still mad at me. The guy started walking off and the wife followed him.
First there was....dishonour.
Really, we don't know if it came first in time but it came first in meaning and intenseness.
There were three nobles, brothers in one house. One was middle-aged and could stare out of the window but there was something wrong about his smile and people were afraid of that window.
The second brother was younger, in his late twenties. He watched out of the edge of the window with one eye. It was hard to tell who seemed more wrong, he or his older brother.
And then there was the youngest brother, in his late teens. He had to keep in the shadows, away from the window. We do not know whether dishonour came from looking out of that window or if it was the reason why he couldn't watch out of the window.
The youngest brother was us.
We were a member of some small team, in some very strange championship. Each team had to put up a champion for every contest. 19th century. Fantasy.
The championship took place in many small coliseums, so small that you could jump across one in one good leap. The two competing teams watched from sides.
The coliseum floor was all ice. The air was grey, damp and cold. Only one of the teams could go to the next round, to the next coliseum. There was nothing for the other team.
Despite of being the dishonoured one, we were still a good skater. A bloody good skater and the first contest was skating race. We remember winning it. We remember cold looks from the judges who knew that we were a dishonoured person. There was ink on the ice and in the area where the rest of the teams were. Everyone was silent. Everyone was in the tones of dim blue.
We remember being advised to rest. We remember playing a game of chess. All the pieces on that board were black and so it ended up that we missed a few pieces. We took out our dice from our rucksack and put them on the board as pawns. There was ink on them. We don't remember the result of the game, only cold stares that disapproved the dirtyness and the ink.
So one of our friends had trouble with her computer and called us to repair it or to recieve some files or something. We did. We remember swimming in a cool ocean in the night away from the beach, in a little isolated place for us and my friends. There was peace and colour and warmness and no ink. The night was full of power and sensual beauty. Then it ended.
We remember being called back to that championship. We remember train station and trains covered in snow with thin lines of fallen ink on sides.
We remember running heavily and desperately and just arriving, on time, to see how a competitor of our team performed in ice dancing. He was a friend. We don't remember seeing him afterwards.
There were three goes for both teams in that ice dancing. Our team had the last chance left and we persuaded to be let to dance and compete despite being out of breath and having a small headache.
They let us. The music was a mix of estonian folk and metal but not the music of any known band. Our dance had anger inside, there were no fancy slides in it. It began with stamping our skated feet against the ice (ink came out) so that little sharp particles of ice flew into the audience and at us. The dance was like something shamans use to go into trance.
We are not sure whether we had a rapier in our right hand or if the only blades we had were on our feet. There was little actual violence really, no blood but the one that comes to your throat when you have run or swom or skied or skated much too longer than you can, the blood of endurance races that are too demanding for everybody, but there was violence in the ice, the disapproving cold eyes of the unseen judges, the ink, the colourlessness, the silence, the cruelness of the competition, the dishonour.
We don't know if we lost or not, but we didn't win. We saw the other team leaving through the winners door to the next coliseum when our dance was halfway through.
We don't think there were any other doors. There was just a cold inky suggestion in the paleness of the loss.
"What are you waiting for? You lost. There is no door for you. Can't you take a guess what you should do? For the sake of the honour you lost a long time ago and now?"
We don't remember anything after that.
Who was that man/boy whose body and mind we inhabited for one dream? It was not like us. Some 19th century young dishonoured noble who is bloody good with skates, rapier and computers. But not us. Somebody else. Somebody from that world of ink and coldness and bloodless violence of sport. Somebody who could probably survive there. We know that we couldn't.
Strange.
I had a dream that I was on the set of the "Three's company" TV show reunion. I was sitting there with John ritter and Joyce Dewitt. I don't remember talking about anything. I woke up and when I fell back asleep I dreamt I was in the ""Starsky and Hutch" car and the one guy was driving. I think I've gotten my 70's fix for the week.
I dreamt of dream, a dreamy dream, about a dreamy dream who dreamt. Oh yeah, I dreamt that a Lion is passing through my bedroom window. Strange...
haven't had any dreams lately (or more scientifically, it's too deep a sleep to actually see it.) but the last one i had was our director saying something about me at our theater but i couldn't clearly get it... i think she was saying something about me being dedicated or something, but i do remember dreaming of trying to hide my smile when i heard it.
I dreamt we won the world cup! :D
The funny thing is that I've actually dreamt it twice now! If only that dream came true :)
I had a very bad dream this weekend....I went to a Highland Games to compete solo on the bagpipes, and my instructor picked me up late.....we got there right before my scheduled time, and then someone caught on fire (weird, I know) and we all had to leave! When everyone finally got back it was past my time. The judge was kind and said I could pipe anyway.
"I haven't tuned yet," I said (for that is a HUGE deal in piping)
"Whatever," he said. So I was freaking out and I messed up and didn't win anything in all three tunes :(
When I woke up I believed it at first and was worried because I have a competition on Saturday. Therefore, I've been terribly jittery all day.
Last night I had a very odd dream of a young woman speaking to me frantically, but who only knew small fragments of English; now and then, she would proceed on tangents, talking in a language I did not recognize nor understand. Obviously she spoke of something very distressing, and I cannot remember what English fragments she said, but she seemed rather panicked, though we rested easily in a comfortable room.
Surprisingly, I remained very calm, and never spoke (as, oddly, I very, very seldom speak in my dreams), but listened attentively, desiring to help somehow, but particularly by listening (sometimes the best therapy that others require).
The night before last I had the wierdest dream ever, it was nothing special, it was just wierd! I'll tell you what happened in it now:
We were staying in a house that had a large river that ran in front of it. My cousin had come with us (we were obviously on holiday). It was freeeeeeeeeezing cold, I know because we were all dressed up warmly! The house was near the Drakensberg Mountains which made it even colder because they had snow on them! As I looked over the river at the beautifull mountains, wishing I could go and ski on them, my cousin tugged on my arm and said to me, "Jade, I want a lilly pad!" she was looking up at me with pleading eyes so I looked for a lilly pad close to the water's edge (this is wierd because lillys only grow in almost stagnant water.). I found a little lilly pad near the edge so I picked it and held it out for her to take and guess what she said to me. Yep you guessed it, "That one is too small, please could you get a bigger one for me?" Now like I said before it was freeeeeeeeezing cold and all the bigger lilly pads were way in the middle of the river! So I crouched down and leaned in as far as I could and ...
I suddenly woke to the sound of a kettle boiling and the sea roaring in the distance!
Wierd hey!
these days I sleep soundly and dont have many dreams, but often I have had dreams that in some way or the other were reflected in daily routine, where I would suddenly feel that the whole situation or circumstance I have seen or felt before, as if I am very familiar with that particular surrounding.
I meant to post in this thread earlier of a dream I had the other night.
For some reason, there always seems this unproven myth that one cannot read things while dreaming, but, in my dream, I remember reading some kind of book, and I could distinguish certain letters, words, and phrases. Out of all of the contents of the book, however, I could only distinguish the words 'summum bonum' (Latin for 'highest good') often toward the middle of each page. Strangely, whenever I looked away from the book, my vision would get very hazy and unclear, making me feel dizzy; I could only focus on the book held in my hands, making out only those words.
Weird, eh? :brow:
Oh my Gosh, I saw a dream similar to this a few months ago. It was that I went to a shop and there I bought a book and when I reached home, I started to read the book and then I was saying (in dream) what a lovely book it was but then when I tried to look at the words, my vision got hazy and I could see nothing.
I just made a list of dreams that have recurred to me:
1. Falling into a dark deep pit but conscious that nothing’s going to happen, because it’s only a dream.
2. Leaping great distances from building to building (1 & 2 are sometimes mixed-up)
3. Fighting on the streets - I’m almost invincible. I just chop my opponents to pieces with a sword but I’ve never used a gun. I've been killed a few times and even buried.
4. People or animal/s are chasing me. Initially I’m scared and run for my life, but I realize that they can’t catch me, so I start taunting them. I really love dreams of this type. They are full of adventure. I’ve been to mysterious places, ancient palaces & castles, jungles, huge monuments, secret science laboratories, great hotels; and also, I’ve, sometimes, met famous people from the past and the present. Normally there are plenty of hiding places like secret tunnels, where I take refuge from my pursuers from time to time.
Last night were some weird ones. I was at a house, it was like a communal house looking for something. I told this guy he had to go to my mom's house to pick something up, I kinda knew he would like my mom. Later on he texted messaged me to say that he liked my mom. Then we were at a outdoor ampitheatre but it was like dinner theatre and the White Stripes were giving a concert. Then there was a conga line.
Last night, I had a rather creepy dream, but also very clear, which distinguished it so well.
Though I will not go into gruesome details, the dream involved a bow-and-arrow, a little accident, and my requirement to go to a hospital immediately. Somehow, all of it occurred in a house where I have never seen, and a married couple, who I presume lived there, told me they would take me to the hospital, for my obvious inability to drive; first, however, they said one had to shower and the other had to cut the front-lawn grass. I felt frustrated, said nothing, and waited.
For what time seemed endless, as I nearly bled myself to shock, and even felt light-headed and dizzy, I merely decided to walk to the hospital. I had no idea of the location of a hospital, and walked around a neighborhood I have never seen, but kept walking anyway, receiving odd remarks, gasps, and avoidance from others as I passed weakly.
Strange, strange, strange. :p
A bow and arrow? My apologies if I was involved...
I'm a ridiculously prolific dreamer, I couldn't even begin to count the number of dreams I have each night, mostly because I wake up, on an average, every hour or so during the night. :rolleyes: It's hell on the body and mind but it makes for some great dreams...or I guess I should say it helps me remember my great dreams. My dreams tend to be emotionally intense and vivid and when I'm taking certain medications, like Inderal, they become even more so, to the point where I usually decide I'm better off not taking the medicine. :p
I do have a couple recurring themes, houses is one, either I'm in a house that looks tiny or rundown but once inside it has all these hidden, beautiful and grand rooms that just go on forever or I'm in a house that I know but I'm not supposed to be in, like the house I grew up in or my childhood best friend's house and I'm there 'on the sly', hoping that the current residents won't discover I'm there.
The other recurring theme I have is celebrities, I have the most awesome, bizarre, random dreams about the most bizarre, random celebrities. I would be here all day if I mentioned even just the funniest ones, like the one where Rob Lowe was shrinking or Elijah Wood was wearing a dress or the time I was making out with Jesse Ventura but I will mention the last one I had which was last night, I was in a...I don't know where I was, something to do with my work, which is childcare and I ran into Tommy Stinson from the Replacements, a great alternative band from Minneapolis during the 80's. I loved Tommy Stinson when I was in my early 20's, absolutely loved him and I was so thrilled and utterly stunned to meet him there and I was so frustrated because the people I was with had no idea who he was and couldn't possibly unterstand just how awesome this was for me, they just kept looking at me like I was nuts. We were in this...I don't know what it was, maybe a convention hall for child care providers or something and he was being outrageous and obnoxious and I was trying to explain it was ok because he was Tommy Stinson but they weren't buying it...but finally, I ran into a friend who I've known since I was 3 and was well aquainted with my 'Tommy Stinson' phase and she was suitably pleased for me and then it morphed into this really odd travel/escape thing completely unrelated to rock gods of the 80's but I was content because someone finally acknowledged how awesome it all was for me. :D
Not that I know of, RobinHood, but I appreciate your apologies! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by RobinHood3000
Wow, I have never heard of that side-effect to Inderal, nor to any beta-blocker, for that matter, until researching it in my drug book. Very, very strange, but at least I learned something! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Idril
Hopefully, however, if the altered dreams bother you too much, you can get switched to a different medication, if required for any health conditions.
I remember my doctor telling me about this side-effect when he first prescribed the medicine, he was trying to explain what the dreams may be like and he finally said, "You'll know it if it happens, they'll be no doubt." and that is very true. I have Mitral Valve Prolapse, that's why I take it and when I start having those dreams, I get even less sleep than normal and lack of sleep...well...more than usual...is a consistant trigger for the MVP symptoms for me so I usually figure I'm better off just not taking it. I can tolerate it for awhile so if I'm having a particularly difficult time with the symptoms, I take it for a couple weeks and then quit. I'd rather deal with a few heart palpatations and adrenaline rushes than those dreams. :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by mono
We remember a fragment of a dream where somebody from this forum was talking to us. Perhaps it was an interview.
He/She: So, Tal, where do you think the best music schools are?
Us: In Hell.
He/She: Wy do you think so?
Us: Why, there are so many musical instruments down there! Look!
He/she: That's rather tasteless, don't you think?
Us: Yes
Last night, I dreamt that I was in Italy, attending an Italian music concert!
Hey Idril, your recurring dream seems quite similar to mine. Take a look at my list of recurring dreams - it's in the 414th post in page 28. Even I'm a very light sleeper. Even the slightest noise will awaken me. And, I also tend to wake up almost every half an hour. Just wanted to say glad to meet you. I may be having a similar problem. But I hate to consult a psychiatrist or even to think that I have a problem. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Idril
It took me a long time to really deal with the problem medically and even then, nothing really seems to help in any signficant way. I would start with a medical doctor first and then if they think a pyschiatrist is necessary, they'll refer you. It's really a game of hit or miss when dealing with sleeping problems, I've tried all kinds of medications from anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medications to muscle relaxants to good old fashion sleeping pills and things usually work for awhile but eventually I end up in the same pattern of waking up every hour but maybe you'll have better luck, it's worth a try.Quote:
Originally Posted by caesar
I had a great celebrity dream the other night, I was offering myself as a surrogate mother for Felicity Hoffman and Ben Affleck. :rolleyes:
Two nights ago I had an odd dream, that I can't recall in all it's detail but, the main part was some crazy woman in a blue or green summer dress was trying to get into my house, and I would not let her in. At first, I was sitting in my living room reading and there was a knock and this wild looking woman with unkempt hair and a dress that I can vividly remember every detail about except the colour was standing there and I don't remember what was said between us, but we were arguing, but basically she wanted into my house and I wouldn't let her, no violence broke out, but eventually I shut the door and went back to what I was doing. No sooner had I sat down that she had begun knocking again, this process repeated three or four times, when I shut her out and ignored the knocking, I went to the kitchen, and she was standing, staring through the window at me (Scared the hell outta me). So I went into my basement, where I knew there was no way she could see which room I was in, so I crept along into my room, and I was crouching behind my bed sort of using it as cover, and watching the small basement window I have and I saw the lady walking and stop directly at my window, and I can't really describe it, but she sort of descended, so when I could just see her feet through the window, slowly I could see her knees, than her waist, than her chest, than her face with the creepiest smile and just staring at me, not with contempt or hate, but just a blank stare, and eventually her head vanished and I woke up. The way she descended was so weird, because my window is about 4 inches off the ground, and the whole window is about a foot tall, the only way that could have worked was if she fell right through the Earth. Anyways thats one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while, and I woke up quite frightened, and for two days, I"ve had this picture of this woman stuck in my mind.
Just thought I'd share.....:D Please comment if you would like, as I"m so confused as of right now, it was a very interesting dream though.
I had this dream a few months ago but it disturbed me quite a bit:
I was staying at my mother's house for some unknown reason. The weird thing is that the house in the dream was not my mother's house in my real, waking life. In fact, this house from my dream was just that. I've never been there before in real life (never even seen it or thought about till this dream) but I knew that it was my mother's house the way you just kind of know things in dreams.
Anyway, my youngest brother was there and he was showing me my bedroom and he turned back the covers and told me that they were having a bug problem. And then this big spider crawled out of the sheets and started hopping around like a grasshopper or something but it was a spider. It was big and black and it was hopping really fast. Then it hopped out of sight. Then the spider came hopping back carrying a biscuit with two of it's legs. And I said "that is a strong spider" and I got a kitchen steak knife and started stabbing at it.
I stabbed it a few times and it started morphing and it turned into a wolf and then I stabbed it some more and it kept morphing and it finally morphed into a deer right about the time it died. And I felt really bad about that.
"Last night I had the strangest dream" :lol: "
First, I was at a party and Anthony Hopkins was there and I said something stupid like "Hi Tony, how are you?". He didn't know me and didn't seem to like being called Tony :) (have I mentioned I love Anthony Hopkins? almost as much as Patrick Stewart ;), bahhhawuahhh woohooo Toooooony:bawling: )
Then all of a sudden, I was in a building that looked like a mixture of an old library (18th c?) and a warehouse/ food court (?) at Harrods. It apparently belonged to a wealthy guy. They kept lots of pricy food and other items there but were clearing it and drawing up an inventory of the things they had sold.
The owner also had a son who was about 9 and looked just like him (black hair, slim, long nose, straight features). Both were dressed in a black suit and white shirt.
Some friends, whose faces I couldn't see, and me worked for them and the father supervised us. He said that I was doing good and keep going.
Then I woke up.
???????
This one was a duezy.
I was in like a circus tent and I was looking at what seemd like a cross between an opera box and a crows nest. There were two people in the box but they had masks on. There was a group of us and we wlaked out of the tentand were were on a school campus of sorts. Then these monkey faced people appeared and my group kind of hid in an area of the campus because we knew they were looking for us and wanted to capture us. It was nightime so we all went to bed and in my dream I dreamed I was lying there and a good friend of mine appeared in a cot perpindicular to mine and started talking in a very serious voice. It seemed important but I couldn't make out what he was saying cause other people were talking then my alarm went off and I almost fell out of bed because I was sleeping on the very edge.
Last night, I dreamt that there was this annoying brat whom I glared at to keep her from bothering me. Not long afterwards, she brought her brother. I also glared at the kid but then he started screaming that I hurt him. I sneered and said that he was attempting to rob me. I have no idea how that dream end. O.O
I had a whole series of odd dreams last night ... I know its being ill, but I dreamsed I saw these 2 friends of mine who I have heard from in ages ( and theyve never met so I dont know why I dreamed of them at the same time and then I get up this morning and I have 2 new emails one from each. And it turns out Im seeing both of them this summer! :banana: I love when good things in dreams come true :D
you're scaring me :eek: ladies and gentleman let me present Nightshade the famous clairvoyant!Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
when i was in primary school, i once dreamt that a boy from my class had a crush on our teacher. the next day we went to the zoo and that same boy plucked some flowers from a a flower bed there and gave them to the teacher!
Last night I dreamt that I was with my colleagues and I had started drinking (I don't drink), this group of guys gave me some whisky (sp?) and after drinking it I felt guilty and that what will my parents think of me when they know about this. A small dream.
It maybe because we are going on a trip and all the guys are planning on what drinks they will take, and they were telling me who drinks how much and all. And also that if I sleep with my mouth open they may pour some drink :rolleyes: Probably, this talk had some effect on my dream.
Okay, here is what I dreamt:
I am in Taiz Gaam (it's a name of a train), and it's driving very fast. The train is passing over a bridge on River Indus. There is this woman who has a very little baby in her hands. She holds him out from the window as a game but then the little one falls down. As I see it all, I jump out from the window into the river - and the dream ends.
Oh there are many things in it that I found strange, but that's what my dreams are always like! You see there was Air Conditioner in the train but how can windows be open if it was there? And windows can't be big enough to let me out. They might be big enough for the baby, but not for me!
i had a dream where the earth was gradually falling apart. the core of hte earth split and had sent a huge heatwave throught the entire world. the on the news channels, they said earth had ten yeras to live, at a certain time, electricity wouldn't work anymore because it was so hot, then out eyesight would become distorted and untrustworthy, then our hearing as well, there was no way to escape it, we were doomed and we shoul dmake the most of the next ten torturous years.
Last night I dreamt that I was turning on my computer and it was making a different noise during start up. I woke up and it was actually my alarm clock.
I dreamt my ice cube bin was overflowing. I know it was a dream because yesterday afternoon I opened the freezer to get some ice and it was almost empty and I was surprised.
I dreamt being in Finland...
When I was reading The Agony and the Ecstasy (Irving Stone), I dreamt of reading. It was the wierdest thing --- dreaming about pages of text...I had dreamt about nothing but pages of text for three nights in a row!
I have a twin brother and, if I remember correctly, we told each other about a dream we had once and they turned out nearly identical!
However, most of the time, I forget my dreams. I probably should keep a journal or something.
The scariest dream I've ever had was being swallowed by the sea. I had it about a month after we moved from San Diego to where I live now. I was on the beach standing on my surfboard....it seemed nice and everything, but as I was sitting on my board on the ocean, it flipped me and pulled me down...it was so scary...and I love the ocean, but it just wanted me to die or whatever.
One of the weirdest dreams was off my crush telling me he was actually 55 and not 20. It was so weird...I woke up and was like, "ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!":lol:
Had perhaps the most unusual nightmare in the morning. Lizards jumping upon a family member and when I woke up I came across two real lizards right on the wall facing me! That's weird. :(