One sleeping on a teddy bear.
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One sleeping on a teddy bear.
oh fine, i take my question back.
what 5-y/o, i ask you, dreams of gore gushing into oaken barrels from their tiny body?
I hardly ever remember my dreams. Lately I dreamt twice of the guy I have a crush on :eek2:
The weirdest dream I've ever had was a few years ago... I dreamt of John Lennon (!) which is extremely weird as I'm not a fan of him, nor I had heard any of his songs in that period, or heard anything about him... Well I dreamt that he wanted to destroy the world with an electric saw, cos the world sucks...I agreed, but i was invisible, and I had to hide behind a chair cos he could hit me cos he wasn't seeing me... But there was also Yoko Ono (!!!), who was wearing just a vest btw, and she could see me so I had to runaway very quickly, down the stairs (we were at my home, I live in a flat/apartment on the 3rd floor) to where we have the car boxes... It was scary. I think it meant that I wanted to live on, that's why i ran away not to be killed, cos it was a few months after my big depression, and I was starting to be ok.
That makes sense. It could also mean that Yoko Ono is trying to kill you.
*looks around suspiciously* I'll watch out for Yoko Ono then, but it's been like 4 years since I had that dream and she hasn't shown up yet...she might have lost her way! :D
The only dream I remember is from when I was about 5/6. I used to have this recurring nightmare, where I was being chased by Skeletor (from the cartoon series HE-MAN) and he was throwing aball of flames at me.
Yeah, I spent too much time watching cartoons & playing dodgeball.
do you all keep a dream journal? i do; not daily, but close...my bf looked at it recently, and didn't realize what it was. he said it was crazy. :D
i've since clarified on the inside cover, so that when i go, nobody wonders why i wasn't in the loony bin!
LOL :D
I kept diaries for a couple of years, so there are some dreams in there. Once we had to keep a record of our dreams for Psychology, except I didn't have any dreams during that section, so I kept the worksheet and filled it out later, but got bored after the first two and lost it in all the random piles of paper in my room. All I remember from it was something about living in a big white Stepford Wives type house with an insanely green lawn, and something about my parents trying to hide a huge baggy of pot. :confused:
i've had many weird dreams, from safari hunting aliens, to sock puppets attacking my house.....
Last night I saw a cow-girl
She was floating 'cross the ceiling
Last night I saw a naked cow-girl
She was floating 'cross the ceiling
Well she was talking to some Howlin' Wolf
"bout some Voo-Doo healin'
I just remember my most recent dream... I went to DMV and finally had a license to drive... and then I drove home instead of my brother, and for whatever reason I went to the wrong lane and of course a police car was driving right by... I got a ticket just a few hours after I got my license! I wonder if that's a premonition...
ummm..sancho. i believe that was a bearded man's dream...hmmm....
Ain't it wierd how Frank Breard was the only one who didn't have one?
It keeps me awake at night.
Tonight I dreamt I suddenly was at a rollerblades contest. There was a huge spotlight and I was caught in the light. I had a T-shirt with my name and the name of the clinic I work at printed on it. The speaker roared - there is the woman who works at the hospital - she will know how to rollerblade. I yelled -No, no I only borrowed her t-shirt, then turned into a monkey and stole a pie that just happened to be there.
I need a vacation.
That´s my interpretation.
When I was younger I dreamed that the next door neighbor's house was overrun with the mean apes from the planet of the apes.
Haha! I love your dream, Isagel. :D
I know absolutely that I had a dream last night, but I can't for the life of me remember anything about it. Don't you just hate that? Oh well, if I remember it it will be later tonight anyway. I almost never remember dreams when I first wake up, then they come back to me later.
I dreamed I strangled a screech owl.
Poor owl. Once in 10th or 11th grade I dreamed that I was sitting next to our next-door-neighbor's driveway (there's no fence between our front yards), and there was a little kitten there. I don't know why, but... you know that feeling, "I wonder what would happen if..."? We learn to repress it when we're young, but it's still always there -- could say the Id, if Freud wasn't essentially discredited. :p Anyway... "I wonder what would happen if..." and I stuck my finger all the way down the kitten's throat. :( :( :( Can you imagine ME having a dream like that??
Well honestly Em, with that avatar I can imagine anything, and worse! :D ;)
I once had a dream that two of my friends started dating, then two weeks later they did. I'm sure I only had that dream because they had been acting unusually affectionate toward each other in the days preceding it, but I still fancied myself as a seer for a week or two. A few weeks ago I went to see my great grandma, an Alzheimer's patient, at the Home. That night, I dreamt she went crazy, broke into the house and threatened me (as she has before). Anyway, it was strange because I swear the house I was staying at was haunted and I woke scared out of my wits. Dreams are fascinating. They usually aren't relevant to the waking world, but fun to ponder over.
Not with my old avatar, though! :p The old one was representative of me, this one is more representative of. . .um. . .*cough*. . .well. . .*ahem*. . .erm. . .my "compliment," shall we say? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Koa
As for dreams, I don't think they hold any significance as to the future, except in whatever perspective you gain from examining them. They're just your mind sorting through all the thoughts and emotions and memories of the recent past. The brain being a slave to its purpose of creating order from randomness, it creates little stories out of them. I think it can actually be dangerous to use your dreams as a guide for future choices, because there's no reason the conclusion drawn by the dream is a wise one; the reasoning part of your brain is asleep while you dream.
i think that dreams are relevant to the waking world, that some are precognitive, others can tune you in to your past, and that there are zillions of levels to them, from the material to the divine, including lucid and waking dreams, the latter being when an incident strikes someone in "waking" life with the symbolism/message(s) that dreams generally carry.
i also don't think it's a good idea to use dream books much, because only you can make your best dream dictionary.
i'm aware that i'm probably in the minority here, partly because i think that the mind is a good servant but a poor master to the true self, but dreams have prime importance in my life; i've studied mine for a couple decades and would be very incomplete without them.
That's cool. There are so many different approaches to the same reality; it makes more sense for many philosophies to be perfectly valid in the case of different individuals, than for there to be one true way of seeing. How could there be, when we're all so different? I agree that, even hypothetically, dream books are bogus, though. They follow the same basic formula as online quizzes.
well put as. i dont participate in this thread because i dont have dreams. well, let me rephrase that: i may have dreams but i very rarely (almost never) remember any bit of them.
i have had three dreams in my life that i remember, and i have remembered them for years as vividly as when they happened.
one was a purple octopus in my window (i was about five), one was my mother being stabbed in the stomach (thirteen?) and the other was a dream that i dont want to talk about, but was terrilby vivid, and true to my personality (it was reasonably recent too...hmmmmm.....).
my son however, is a lucid dreamer, and i wish sometimes that i had his mental abilities when im sleeping. i guess that when i fall asleep, im just so grateful to be sleeping that i dont want to interrupt it for anything. :yawnb:
Same here. But apparently we do dream every night, just some people don't remember dreams often.Quote:
Originally Posted by verybaddmom
Last night I dreamt of that guy again. I know cos I got up thinking noooo not again.... But I don't remember any details of it.
I hate that. Most nights (like last night) I absolutely know I dreamed a lot, but I can't remember any of it. Strange how there's a definite feeling like, "I dreamed last night." I wonder what it is? It's like a memory of a memory of a memory.
Az --
I had a dream last night that I went to visit you and your hubby. There wasn't really a plot, just random images and vague dialogue. But it was the kind of dream you think is real, and I woke up surprised that I didn't actually meet you. In the dream your hair was bleached orange. :lol: I was like, that doesn't seem like something Az would do. But the gist of the dream was you wanted to dye your hair, and were asking my opinion of these different color swatches, which you had narrowed down between three shades of cotton-candy pink and three of aqua/baby blue. :D I was very tactful, but wondered how it was possible to dye someone's hair that color. I'm still giggling.
ROFL :D
thank you for being tactful! how did you manage? :D
that's so cool that we "hung out." i had a dream about jay once, too. you guys are always welcome in my dreamland. :)
I had a dream about a month ago, where the Swedish king was on an oats-field and ate oats. Then the farmer, who owned the field, came, took the king and tied him to his wagon and took him home. But in home, there was the farmer's grandson, who had been studying in a university in Sweden, and therefore recognized the king.
"Oh, king," the grandson asked, "How can I possibly free you?"
"You can't," said the king, "But this woman - there was a woman besides the wagon- has given me, what a man needs most."
"What is that?" asked the student.
"Ribbons," answered the king.
And then i woke up.
Could anyone tell me what the dream could mean?
This wasn't a dream but fairly odd. I was (half) sleeping and I turned over, apparently too far and hit my head on my dresser. :brickwall The dresser is about 1 foot away from the bed so I can't imagine what I was doing. I have a nice little bump on my forhead now (easily covered with make up), has this ever happened to anybody else? Sleeping injury?
Oh yeah. I’ve bonked myself before. I should get rails for my bed. I’ve also been bonked by my athletic dreamer of a wife. The other night I’m lying in bed awake while she is dead to the world. Out of the blue, she sits bolt upright in bed, looks right at me, points her finger right in my face, and says, “youuuuuuu, ....get out!” then she flops back down and within 30 seconds she's snoring away. I’ve gotta tell ya, I was a bit unsettled.
Hi Sancho, please don't take this the wrong way but as I was posting this I was thinking that if this has happened to anybody else on this bored it would be you.
I´m so glad I´m not the only one! Once I woke up in the morning and found my boyfriend on the floor. Innocently I asked him what he was doing there.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sancho
He claims to have had this dicussion with an evil version of me in the middle of the night-
Me -You have to get out.
Poor boyfriend - What? Why?
Me- You have to get out.
- But why?
- You can´t sleep here.
- But where am I going to sleep?
- You can´t sleep here. Go away.
- But it´s cold.
evil heartless me, staring straight at him- GO!
And he did. He slept on the floor the whole night.
I don´t remember any of it.
Well, it could be worse. A friend woke up, being pushed by his girlfriend hearing her say - No, no , don´t take me, take him.
ROFLMAO :lol:
Women are so mean, aren't they? :D ;)
Papaya,
Heck, I’ve sleep-bonked myself plenty-O-times; no offense taken. I’m actually kind of proud that my innate clumsiness has somehow shown through this techno-cyber-literary medium to someone.
Isagel,
I’m here to tell you – you’re not alone. Like your boyfriend, I used to have O-dark-thirty conversations with my girlfriend (now wife). Now-a-days I just listen, and occasionally duck a punch or a kick. -- I never should’ve paid for those Karate lessons!
Sancho,
I think it's more that I recongnize a kindered clumsy spirit. Since i've been keeping track I have managed to spill my food on myself at least once a week for about 2 months now.
I tell you this, as a fellow klutz: 30-lb backpacks and short teenage girls in platform boots and long coats/skirts/*ahem*capes -- do not mix. Especially when they're me. I think by the time I made it out (more or less alive), I had fallen down every staircase in high school. (And I'll tell you, backpacks create a level of inertia that defies physics.)
Sounds to me like we all may share more than a love of literature here. Em, you’re crackin’ me up - again. Hey Papaya, I think we are kindred spirits. At one of my jobs I have to wear a tie. Well I call it my “survival tie” because I’ve spilled so much food on it over the years that if I ever got into a tight spot, a survival situation so to speak, I could always boil it up for soup.