I had a dream. Lily Evans returned to life. Isn't that enough for hapiness?
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I had a dream. Lily Evans returned to life. Isn't that enough for hapiness?
Last night I know I had a few dreams, I only remember one. I was at a baseball game sitting near home plate and for some reason the people I came with were sitting down the first base line. The people near me had this huge blanket type thing and they were trying to spread it out but it wasn't working so they tried to fold it back up then I saw Kelsey Grammar (from Frasier) sitting right behind home plate and I thought to myself "Oh look there's Kelsey Grammar." Then I walked over to where my friends were and I was debating whether to tell them or not because they would make a scene and bug Kelsey Grammar.
First dream: My bra had shelves on the sides, it was like something was poking out from the sides pushing into my arms. I looked in the mirror and decided I couldn't go out like that. The next thing I'm in the bathroom at work and the tornado alarm goes off and I hear everybody trying to get into the bathroom so I moved as fast as I could and let them in, as soon as I let them in the all clear was given. I walked into the conference room and a supervisor was shaking his head saying we are going to have to have one on one talks with the operators because they let the system get to hot. Then all these people I've never seen before walk into the conference room to help us trouble shoot the problem. Then someone said we had to sit boy/girl. Then I was up on a scaffolding explaining how part of the system works. Next I was driving to a job interview in kansas and the main highway I was on kept getting smaller and smaller and I was slightly lost but managed to get to the interview site. The interview was at an old military headquarters and I was walking forever to find the person I needed to meet. I found a secretary type person and he told me to go to my room and freshen up because the interviewer was busy at the moment. I went to my room and as I was getting ready the door to the room kept opening and closing. At first I thought it was the wind but it was moving back and forth weirdly and I realized it couldn't be the wind. Then my dog was being pulled by his leash towards the patio, It looked like somebody was holding the leash pulling the dog but nobody was standing there (apparently I had a dog with me). I exclaimed "There's something wrong around here". An Indian lady and a younger woman, her daughter it seemed, were standing near the door and said. "Yes, XXXXXXXX is more active in corner rooms - there's more power here". (XXXXXXXX = The Indian lady named a name but I don't remember it)
Dreams are funny, and at times I see dreams that never happened and the places never visited. Once I became a bird in my dream and flew higher and higher in the sky forgetting the limits I had. Suddenly a monster came to me and flapping its wings and wrapped me up in its feathers. It took me to a different world wherein I saw ethereal creatures. Suddenly I saw a big animal ready to cave me in its stomach and I was so frightened and jumped off the bed. I cannot rationalize this dream and interpret its significance at all
The other night I had a dream that I was with a coworker, we were at a hall or conference center of some kind. My coworker turns to me and says the his dad wants me to see his car so we go out to the parking garage and there's the most beautiful car ever - it was a large very white, gleaming white cadillac. The seat were white and looked like a shag carpet around the edges and the middle of the seats were dark red almost maroon with a white "C" in the middle and it had white fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror.
I experimented a very odd happening while asleep (i.e. a dream) last night. I had logged in on Lit Net, not as myself but as another forum member whose identity remains a mystery, and I had received a very disturbing PM from Virgil. Well, of course the PM was not addressed to me, but to the member whose identity I had taken to log in. However, somehow, as I was reading the message I began to feel the addressee to be myself and not the other person, and I suddenly felt the urge to reply, as though the member whose forum account I had taken to log in had mysteriously taken over me... like a kind of online possession... if it makes any sense http://smiles.kolobok.us/standart/sc...one-s_head.gif
Why would I log in as another person, and who could this person be? :shocked:
How could this person possess me online? :shocked:
Why would Virgil send a disturbing PM to anyone? :p
Why would I dream such nonsense? Is the Internet taking it out on me because of something wrong I did in a previous offline life? :eek2:
Why life sucks so much without asking first? ... oops... that was meant for another thread :p
This one is weird. I dreamt I was living in a dorm in the middle of a big city. I walked into the room and the two chicks from The Hills (MTV show) were my roomates and the room was completely changed around. They told me they redecorated and there just wasn't enough room for my stuff. The room looked like a cheap hotel room, they had double beds and mine was a foldout cot. I was mad but it was late and I just said we'd deal with this tomorrow but I took out my school directory to look up the number I would call to complain. Then the two said they were going on vacation. One left with her luggage and the other said I'll be out in a minute and went into the bathroom. She was in there for a long time so I laid down to watch tv. The girl in the bathroom finally came out, she thought I was asleep and I saw her open a drawer and put a child size mannequin in the top drawer, then she threw in some clothes. She closed the drawer then went back to the bathroom. In the morning I went to talk to my advisor but got lost and ran into some friends from the physics department so I talked and walked with them for a few minutes.
Last week I dreamt that I was walking around a garbage dumpster at work (work looked nothing like actual work) and I noticed a drip from the back of the dumpster. I went back to the control room and we viewed the dumpster from the video. We tilted the dumpster (remotely) a little and water came pouring out an overflow line. We then tipped the dumpster about 90 degrees and water continued to pour out.
So, I had a dream that I was planning on selling some stock but when I checked the current value the stock had dropped to next to nothing.
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Originally Posted by dizzydoll
"Bacon
To dream of handling bacon with dirty hands is an ill omen and must be taken with the dream as a whole. Bacon that has gone rancid denotes a failed affair, either love or business. Curing bacon properly is a good sign that you are doing something right."
Who dreams about curing bacon?
And I can't remember any specific dreams I have had, but the images in my dreams involuntarily pop up constantly in my head throughout the day. Does this happen to anyone else, or do I need help?
I seem to be dreaming of fighting all the time lately. Sometimes, I switch to dreams of making sweet, sweet love.
I had a zombie dream again, I don't remember all the details but there was a bus that we needed to go get to bring to a house to get out of the city.
Zombie dreams are cool! I love fighting zombies!Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
http://smiles.kolobok.us/artists/jus...C_out_cold.gif Some two persons have had an overdose of Land of the Dead :p
I dreamed that I kept returning to this place where I didn't like the people and the people didn't like me but I was in a rut and had these invisible chains on me and I could only go as far as to that place where no one liked me and I didn't like them...and I was just stuck.
I had a dream that I was still auditing our other plant. They had this weird crane that went about 50 ft in the air then sloped down slightly to about 30ft. My boss and I were talking about who was going to inspect the thing because it was pretty windy and the crane was moving a bit. We decided we could see it just fine from our present location and nobody needed to climb it. I turn my head and when I turned back my boss was at the tip of the crane. I was like "Huh, but we decided?" then my boss jumped off the crane. Another guy was trying to go out to the end of the crane but he fell off. Both guys got up dusted themselves off and were perfectly fine. Next I was on a boat dock on a river. There was something like a trolley going up and down the river for a bout a mile then it would cross the river. It was built like a cement and steel block, there weren't any seat or anything but a few people could stand on a small deck. There were no people around and as I watched the trolley it didn't seem like it had breaks because when it came to the dock it stopped by smashing into the dock. I was thinking of hoping on until I saw it stop then I tried to decide if I could somehow jump off before it smashed into the dock or figure out another way to get to my destination.
And at some point I was in a meeting with Aung San Suu Kyi and about 5 other people.
I bet if you had dreamt a little longer, you would have discovered that people actually liked you there!Quote:
Originally Posted by Shalot
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I've just had the absurdest dream of all my life as a sleeper. Actually, its plot is so intricate that before posting it here I will have to put all the tiny pieces together, like in a short story. Needless to say that every tiny piece is a stupidity in itself, and totally disconnected from the others. The dream itself is a whole stupid feat, taking place within the span of a short nap.
I had a nightmare that I was in a nightmare. I felt knew I was asleep, but couldn't wake because I was already awake, but asleep.
But where was I? A dungeon, slimy dripping cold walls, crackling torches lined the wals, but it was silent.
I needed a guard to come so I could explain that there'd been a mistake, and so I feverishly rattled the gate.
Silence
I thought I was going to die in there and no-one would ever know the truth.
'HULLO!' I cried desperately. 'HELP!' but my words just echoed forever, and so I looked around for a way to escape, but when I accidentally pushed the gate it swung open with no resistance. Why hadn't I tried that before?
I walked out with trepidation, expecting to be jumped any second by the guards who must've been playing games, but no, no guards anywhere.
I discovered that if I put some spring into my step I could travel about 1 1/2 times normal my feet sort of skimming the ground.
Dungeon cell after dungeon cell I passed, but all empty. There's got to be at least one whitebearded old madman in here somewhere, somewhere to explain what was going on but nothing.
Finally I stumbled on an opeing - a rope leading up to the sky through a well. But was I fit enough to climb it? Only desperate enough!
So I climbed (this took an enormous amount of physical exertion, and was so exhausting that I felt any secomd I was going to loose my grip or the rope wold snap. But then it suddenly got easy; unfortunately the rope was suddenly very greasy.
Anyway I made it to the surface - but then it became a completely different dream, though I was still in a nightmare in a nightmare.
I'd tell you how it ends, but I think I'll turn that part into a novel because it was pretty interesting actually.
The last dream I had it was dusk and I was walking to my office, I looked up and there was this huge, I mean ginormous, space station being pulled by another space shuttle. I called on the radio to my coworker who was in the office to look out the window. She responded by saying in a minute but I said she should do it now. The coworker replied that she did and I replied that I knew she was lying because if she looked out the window she wouldn't just be saying "I did". It looked like a space craft was pulling a space station into orbit but it almost filled the sky because it was so close. Then an actual shuttle/rocket was taking off at the airbase that is just a few miles up the road. The rocket took off but it didn't have enough thrust and fell down crashing in the lot in front of my work. I woke up.
^Your dreams are creative. Unless I have a nightmare, I always just dream things that are actually possible. It's usually boring stuff, but last night I dreamed that I was playing with a bunch of dogs in a shed. It was cool, one of them was all wrinkly.
I had a dream that my husband and I were at my grandmother's mountain house (which has been out of the family for a couple of years now). We were down close to the creek on the weedy side that I never ventured through when I was a little girl because I just knew there were snakes in those weeds. But in the dream that's where we were and there weren't so many weeds but I knew we were on the weedy, snake infested side anyway. This huge owl comes swooping down from the sky and it grabs this little squirrel and eats him. And then it was night and it was still just me and my husband and we were still down by the creek and then the owl came swooping down again to devour another furry forest creature. It has been a few weeks so I don't remember what animal it was exactly, but both swoopings were in slow motion and I was sad for the poor animals.
The morning after I had this dream, I was late for work and getting out of my car all in a rush and I was kind of stressed out and then a squirrel comes hopping along and it was moving just like the squirrel from my dream and that made me remember the dream all over again (except for the detail about which animal got eaten other than the squirrel). I know it was a furry forest creature though. So, now I'm wondering if there's any special significance to this dream. There must be some significance since a squirrel visited me in the parking lot that morning after. Or not. But I know that I won't forget having this dream anytime soon.
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Originally Posted by JuniperWoolf
I think it has to do with eating before bed..:alien:
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Originally Posted by MystyrMystyry
You're not related to Donald Rumsfeld are you?
I dreamt the nail on my thumb was moderately long. I looked down and was like "that's not mine".
I once dreamt that my ex-wife and I were holidaying on an island. We were walking through the cobbled streets of a village. About ten yards ahead of us was a donkey.
"Don't go anywhere near that donkey," says my ex-wife. "He's dangerous."
At that, the donkey stands on his back legs and bursts into song and dance. "Ta-ta-ra-ta-tan, ta-ta-ra-ta-taaaaan! I'm dangerous, dangerous, daaaaaangerous."
This was a werd one. I dreamed of zombies again or perhaps body snatchers. I was in a house with some people and there were zombies outside but they weren't your average zombie. These Zombies looked like normal people but if you looked close enough you could tell they were zombies and they could talk. Anyways, somebody in the house passed out these small patches/stickers and they were supposed to ward off the zombies. We looked outside and all the neighbors from across the street were coming out of their houses, we were about to call them over but then realized they were zombies. I looked to the people to the right of me and I realized they were zombies too. One of the zombies I gouged in the eye and three of us normal people ran to the backyard as we were putting out patches on. In the backyard there were a few zombies but they were on one of those playground merry go rounds. We spun the merry go round and the zombies couldn't get off so we ran out of the backyard. At this point it gets weird. I woke up and I swear I felt the bed moving like were having a small earthquake. I even got up to check the nws but no reports of earthquakes in my area.
I've had some pretty interesting dreams. I remember one where I was in Mexico, strapped to the passenger seat of a car in a bad area. My kidnapper was trying to get some information out of my friend - otherwise he would kill me - but she didn't know it so he shot me twice in the back. It's weird since I could feel the warmth of the blood in the dream, but no pain. Obviously, once I was dead I woke up. I also had a dream when I was getting my head sawed off, but again there was no pain, just the grinding feeling (kind of like when you get a tooth pulled out while having the shot that doesn't put you to sleep).
Also, I noticed that in one dream I was drowning and holding my breath, and when I woke up after I drowned I noticed that I was holding my breath in real life.
I've had a seizure - I have epilepsy - in my sleep before, which when it happens it is quite odd. The dream I'd have would be somewhat of an amnesia dream, or there would be a complete blackout in the middle, and then I'd wake up all disoriented and unable to see for the first minute or so before I was out of the funk.
Hahaha, now that is one amazing dream :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by DocHeart
As a child I always had this frequent dream that this giant ant would come and steal my glove. The ant would always come and my hand would be left bare and cold. This dream stopped for a few years and then one night it returned. The ant came back to steal my glove and now being much older I looked at the ant and squashed it and wondered how the ant ever stole my glove in the first place. The dream never happened again.
you might have been about to have an out-of-body experience with the bed moving thing - or you were having an out-of-body experience. Supposedly things get all shaky when you leave your body or go back into it or partly leave and then get slammed back in it again. I don't know...I've never had one. But I have been in bed before and I've been like half asleep or half awake and I've felt shudders and stuff like there might be a slight earthquake going on but then no one else knows what I'm talking about. And my husband shudders in his sleep. He was sort of next to me and had his head on my shoulder and I was reading and he was asleep and he had these weird shudders over and over and over. The first time it happened it was kind of funny but he does it a lot so I am used to it. And I probably do it too. It seems like I've shaken myself awake. Weird.Quote:
Originally Posted by papayahed
Interesting. It took me a few minutes to feel normal again, I've never had that happen before.Quote:
Originally Posted by Shalot
Last night I had a dream I was shopping for pita bread. They didn't have the kind I normally get but they had giant size pitas so I put those in my cart and that's all I remember.
I dreamt I was walking on a forest where the trees were so tall they touched the sky - I mean actually touched it right out into space - and I was looking for a way to climb up one for a glimpse, but the trunks were huge and the first branches about twenty feet above the ground. There was nothing around to climb up on, but I kept searching. By and by I chanced upon a cave and felt like exploring - it was really long like a pipe, not a cavern - and eventually it opened to a shallow clearing full of dancing chanting goblin-things with spears. There was a raging fire to the far side and a stench like death.
One turned suddenly and its big eyes were like shiny black onyx and seemed to peer straight through me, just evil. I could tell it was going to release a squeal and it was building in its throat, so I span and ran back but it was taking ages: the tunnel was longer, endless, and increasingly winding and narrow. I couldn't see them but I could hear the screams in my ear and them breathing down my neck.
Eventually though I was through, but a forest no longer - that is it had the air of the forest it had been, but was somehow much smaller, and the trees were young and shrimpy, and sparse; the sky was just the sky - I mean blue and clear, not spacey.
There was a loud noise in the distance and I slowly woke up, sweaty and exhausted.
About a week ago I had a dream that I was at this big outdoor event, there was a big grassy area and a long parking lot with carports running the length of the field. I was walking to my car with some faceless guy and we passed a young guy who was carrying what looked like a rope basket but turned out to be snakes coiled up .
Last night I put a dollar in a vending machine and I got back four dollars in change then I pressed the button for a Dr. Pepper and it kept dispensing the Dr. Peppers, as soon as I took one can another one was dispensed, after about six came out I just left.
ok, I had a dream that I was at my grandma's house and Jason from Friday the 13th was looking for me. Well not just me, he was just on the loose. Then I dreamt that there was this brown thing on the side of my nose, I picked at it and pushed the skin on my nose and part of my forehead up, and I was like oh I better get that fixed.
I was in this 3D computer game, except it was real - more than virtual reality real - and I didn' know it was a game. I was in an old castle/dungeon, yet much more brightly lit - it was there for the puzzles rather than the atmosphere (a sense it was originally darker and more sinister, but I think my sub-conscious self-protection mechanism may have kicked in and lightened the mood)
There were obstacles to cross and evade, like gaps in the floor filled with razor sharp spikes that I had to run and sort of jump to the chandelier above, swing on to build momentum, and release at the right split-second to reach the other side.
Everything had to be timed perfectly or needed to be done in exacting fashion or it would have meant death. There was one bi where the walls closed to a body tight gap above flames, and only by correct breathing could I fit though - once achieved I was required to ease between the walls like an acrobat - I'm not that physically fit and I would be in hospital now with sprains and torn muscles had it been real - but seeing as it wasn't it was great fun all up.
Anyway at the final 'level' there was a row of caskets embedded in the wall and they had to be opened in the right sequence to get the reward - I managed the booby prize of a hammer and broken sword - and then the horde of zombies came, zombies who could machinegun-fire poison darts, and with only three pillars to hide behind, I was jumping and leaping back and forth, and trying to come up behind one and break his skull with my hammer and jab him in the kidneys with the sword, all the while avoiding the darts from all directions.
Then a door opened - and it was an instructional character in a laboratory/shop, but with holes in the walls to the outside world - except the outside world was the South Pole in a blizzard, and the wind was deafening, so whatever the instructions were, I couldn't hear them - I'd have to bluff it and hope for the best. Through the next door were 'victims' trying to explain what they'd been through to turn into shattered wrecks, but words were garbled. All I got was that the final monster had these 'crazy eyes' and 'watch out for his crazy eyes!'
So I had to first brave the blizzard and get to the bunker - a mad professor with an army of laser beam robots - and whooo!
I dreamt my big toe toenail spilt and I was like "damn". (They can't all be gems)
I'd bought a pillow/quilt from Woolworths in a bid to bolster my nightime warmth, but on my way home it occurred to me I may have overpaid. I went back but was told I couldn't return the thing because it had already been used by the mere fact of walking out the door with it, so I decided to return it - at another store.
Well this other store was all futuristic and I needed to communicate with the complaints department via a bank of interactive television screens. Finally they agreed to let me in to discuss it with someone in person (who happened to be the girl I'd just been discussing it with interactively - except she didn't recognise me from the previous discussion, so we had to begin the discussion again from the top).
But she saw straight through me - knew I hadn't bought it from this outlet because it was too new. I looked around and yes it wasn't a Woolworths but a rather classy Goodwill.
I hid behind an oven in the whitegoods section and surreptitiously tore some of the stuffing out, then pounced upon another employee demanding my money back, but she sneered and said words to the effect of: You didn't buy it from here for two reasons, not the least of which because this isn't a Woolworths, but also because the tearing out of stuffing wouldn't have passed the checkout, let alone the donations bin.
'But I have a receipt!' I barked, and fished it out of the bag, waving it at her face.
She sneered at me as though I was beyond help and started telling me she wanted to be frozen when she died.
'Why do I have to wait until then!'
'Look, you've got a receipt and a brand new quilt from Woolworths. It only needs a bit of sewing - what else do you want!'
'I want my money back!'
'Well you're not getting it from here - even if you bought it from here the best you could expect is to redonate it...'
The logic was pure, so pure I woke up completely exasperated.
Very recently I had a dream that I was kicking a chubby old lady ... She was on the ground, bruised and cursing me with religious terms. I didn't regret what I had done but because I knew her (I know her in real life) and had certain ties to her I forced myself to pick her up. The heaviness of her flesh against mine disgusted me. I carried her to some bench and I put her down.
I was quite ashamed after the dream, and I have begun avoiding this person.
Not sure if there's a thread for this already, but thought it might be fun/interesting to share our dreams here...not the things you aspire to or desire but those strange narratives that arise unbidden during the night or an afternoon snooze. Often a great source of creative material.
My dreams are not so great at the moment. Last night's little treasure involved me beating up 2 girls who had done something (can't remember what but I think it involved being unkind to children) until they were a bloodied mess of dead flesh - aside from the terrible dreams I occassionally have about my kids this is officially the most disturbing dream I've ever had. Think I might need some psychological assistance (or a lobotomy). Fortunately for me my travel home companion is a psychiatric nurse. If you don't see me around tomorrow, I've probably been committed.
Share your favourite / worst / most memorable dreams here :D
I dream very frequently; unfortunately, about 90% of them are nightmares. I've been like that for years though, so they don't really get to me or anything.
Had a rather weird but strangely nice dream a few nights back though. I was on a stony, moonlit beach, which was populated by giant crabs (one of those horrifying oriental species). Normally, that would be nightmare fodder, but they all seemed very docile and peaceful. Anyway, I had a guitar, and was serenading them by strumming away, except somehow I kept managing to get the guitar strings wrapped around my head. Nevermind, it seemed to amuse the crabs.