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OK last nights dream was kind of funny. The part I remember was that I was in bed but my bed was in the plant I work at. Two maintenance guys were sitting on their stools near my bed and I was being stupid and joking around with them by batting my eyelashes, we were all laughing then I decided to tease them by uncovering my knee (the blankets were pulled up around my neck) I uncovered the knee and my pajamas were black and white striped - like a prisoners.
I didn't dream last night, but I'm curious as to if anyone else keeps a personal
DIARY OF DREAMS?Maby as well as a usual diary or a digital Diary of Dreams?This was originally the name that a writer gave to his book centuries ago...
I don't remember what I dreamt last night but I know that my dreams are usually very complicated.
@Aurora: Do you know the author's name of that book?
I spend most of my days and nights dreaming anyway, so remembering them seems no trouble. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Aurora Ariel
I dream almost every night, remember most of them, but often forget many as time passes, until the occasional re-occuring dream returns.
I've alway meant to keep a dream journal, especially for the reoccuring dreams. I'm not really sure I have reoccuring dreams or if I'm just dreaming I'm having reoccuring dreams.
I dreamt that I could fly, like falpping my arms, and I flew to New York and over the Everglades, but I forget the reason for flying there! I then had another dream when I was down in a dungeon thing and there was this girl trying to hide fomr the horrible man type thing, and I had to hide as well, and then I had to get her out some way!
[QUOTE=Aurora Ariel]I didn't dream last night, but I'm curious as to if anyone else keeps a personal
DIARY OF DREAMS? QUOTE]
Yes, I keep a diary of dreams also. Not every dream is entered, but If I feel strongly enough about the occurence it gets written about. You never know when you'll need a good nightmare sequence in a tale.......
Hello.
Just today in fact a couple of hours ago I felt so tired and was taking a break and I fell into a deep few minute sleep.
I was in the middle of the ocean and the ship/submarine I was on was a thick blue balloon. And there I was scraping barnacles or whatever off the surface with a razor blade.
At some point I realized what I was doing and was horrified beyond belief. And the worst of it was that I couldn't put the razor down anywhere or throw it anywhere because it would land on the balloon. And worst of all I could sense and see in my spirit that there were a couple of terrifying beasts moving about a few hundred feet under me.
I woke up with a start and was deliriously happy that I had some more boring things to do with my day.
[QUOTE=rachel]Hello.
Just today in fact a couple of hours ago I felt so tired and was taking a break and I fell into a deep few minutes sleep.
I was in the middle of the ocean and the ship/submarine I was on was a thick blue balloon. And there I was scraping barnacles or whatever off the surface with a razor blade.
At some point I realized what I was doing and was horrified beyond belief. And the worst of it was that I couldn't put the razor down anywhere or throw it anywhere because it would land on the balloon. And worst of all I could sense and see in my spirit that there were a couple of terrifying beasts moving about a few hundred feet under me.
I woke up with a start and was deliriously happy that I had some more boring things to do with my day.
"All I want is what is coming to me, all I want is my fair share" charlie brown's baby sister.
Somehow, I think my dreams really are too complicated to describe ... but I'll try it anyway because for once, I happen to remember the dream I had today...
At first, I was in a room, together with a bunch of people I had never seen before and a school friend of mine. I have no idea why, but for some reason we had to sneak away from them without them noticing. We did that and entered a room upstairs. And my friend asked me, how we were going to escape before someone realized where we were. So, we climbed out of a window onto a terrace. From the terrace away were leading stairs - to a beach, I think I had seen in Nice this summer. (More or less, in my dream, there were less rocks)
We started descending the stairs when suddenly everthingy changed, my friend was gone, and I was standing in a room.
The room was full of yet another dozen of people I didn't know but .. well, now it started getting really weird. I was no longer myself but a boy and beside me was another man who was gay... I don't know why I thought he was gay but he was. And a girl was approaching me and though, I don't remember what exactly she was saying, I know she was my grilfriend and I wanted to dump her.
So, then I was me again and wandering about some yard. (A really big yard with lots of trees and benches,etc. I think I know it from somewhere...) And I sat down on of those benches and a girl asked me if I was a nun and then, she asked me how to lose weight... um... and I told her she should eat less and take lots of walks (meanwhile I was inspecting my shoes). Then without warning I was on the beach and two boys were playing soccer with an... eh.. an apple. One of them scored a goal and while the other boy was getting ready to do it, too, he started counting (like "One, two, three) and a woman (his mother, I suppose)
said he should count in french and started over.... Then it all gets a little fuzzy, but I know my french teacher (from the course I attended in Nice) was there, too, and I wanted to show her what I still knew and the conclusion was that I didn't even know the most basic terms anymore...
So. My dream.
Perhaps a dream-diary wouldn't be such a bad idea..
I usually do not report my dreams here, but I had a particularly strange one last night.
I dreamt that I worked as some sort of biologist, observing the nature of large turtles, though these did not appear as average-sized turtles, but very large (like dinosaurs), and they had horns.
Peter Jennings, of all people (a very honored television reporter recently deceased), stood next to me, while we watched two very large male turtles battle with their horns. One of them broke one of their horns, dove into the ocean nearby; Peter Jennings and I got into a very small submarine and followed it. From there, the dream got very depressing; Jennings, allegedly quoting me from another time, reported to his camera that all giant turtles who lost a battle would sink themselves to the bottom of the ocean until the immense water pressure would take their lives (I should mention that I rarely, to never, speak in my own dreams). We followed deeper and deeper into the ocean, until we could no longer see the turtle, because of a lack of daylight.
After that, we surfaced on some nearby sandbank on a river that I know, no where near the ocean, and paddled our way back to a nearby shore.
Strange, eh?
i don't usually remember my dreams and i almost never dream of people i know.
but there was a span of several years where i had pretty much the same dream a couple of times a week. i know where it came from because i remember being very small and sitting in the front seat of the car. the man who raised me forgot to brake the car, he was upset or something and i started down the road. he ran and reopened the door and stopped the car.
but in this dream i was the one at the wheel and suddenly forgot how to stop the car and i was careening down a steep bank. i couldn't remember which was the brake and which was the gas pedal.
then years later i was sitting in the car with my first born beside me. we were just relaxing and i let him sit in the front while we waited for someone. i was very pregnant with my middle child. suddenly baby travis reached over and somehow started the car and i was totally unprepared. we started down this steep hill we were on and worst of all there was about a ten foot drop because the road h ad been dug up and the men put those little cones about it. i remembered my dream, totally froze, forgot which pedal was which and about three feet from the drop off i pulled myself together and stopped the car. i held my son and shook a little. never had that dream again.
"youth is wasted on the young" i have no clue who said that.
Wow, Rachel ... trippy story
George Bernard Shaw is the one that said “what a pity that youth must be wasted on the young.”Quote:
Originally Posted by rachel
I really like that quote.
I almost always dream of people I know and almost always of the next day.... like say tomorrow I have a project to do for school; my dream would be that I forgot my papers, or just forgot to do it totally, or get there late when the plan was to get there early and work on it there.... basically the worst case scenario of the day to come. You can imagine the relief I feel when I realize that I dreamt it all.
We had a sort of a lucid dream lately.
But actually the contest of the dream was so pleasant - us and a familiar person were talking about speculatice fiction and passing time in a beautiful location. we understood that it was a dream, but thought that it was good enough- why spoil it?
And then soon we forgot that it was a dream and then a Game Master went by and shouted at us for talking Out-of-game and then we had to leave and then the geography got really mixed up and a house was totally at the wrong direction and confusion.
Don't remember what happened after that, but:
In the end we gaped our mouth in the dream really wide and the same with the eyes - it was hard, but they also opened our eyes out-of-dream. We guess that we did it on purpose but we didn't know that it was a dream.
I had a dream that there was a rat in the house (it wasn't my house), his name might have been Ben, I dunno. Anways, I was weirded out that there was a rat in the house but noone else seemed to care. I opened the front door and the rat started to run out really fast but stopped on the porch just before it got to the steps. I tried to shoo the rat off the porch then the rat turned into a dog.