Your Dreams

Hey, you made me laugh.

Though I am delighted to say that I am not clumsy, I instead have a bizzare desire that leads me to climb trees, dressers, tables, the tops of doors, roofs, anything with height or that is unstable and then suddenly become unable to get down. I have a tendency to climb too high and either fall off or have to yell for help so someone can help me get down. I don't fancy having guys hauling me out of trees, but often when I try to jump down I land in a tight crevice that is impossible to escape from without someone else pushing or pulling.

My dream that I had last, well a few days ago was where I
met Orlando Bloom and started a serious relationship. I was
Orlando Bloom's Girlfriend!!!! He is sooooo Sexxy!!
Next I could not stop kissing him! Then we both started for
the shower......then you know what happened next.......
after that then I woke up!!

That was the best dream I had ever had in a long time!!
About 5 years too long!!

Real Cool! But it will never happen.

Jasmine -- your dream is so good at staying on topic. :p Mine skip from one scene to another so fast that no plot has time to develop. Tarnation, that must be why no movie stars bother to visit my dreams. :D

Simon -- you're part lemur, aren't you? I've always suspected. Or maybe you're a distant evolutionary relative of one of the kittens we're fostering. :D She can barely walk, but she climbs all the way to the top of the cage and then screams because she can't get back down.

you have so great dreams. mine are: fighting, running, killing, hiding, murdered, alone, wide wide west, Cleopatra, etc etc... is this some sort of mental disorder or something? I fight all the night. If it was of some good to me - lose weight for example, I would not mind. but simple fighting is not really interesting :rage:
and even if I have the scene as Libra, I never see the face and I wake up completely in love ;) without knowing whom I loved during the night... (so I turn left and there is my real guy... never sure if it was him in the dream also :D )

The only time I ever dreamed about a guy we were dancing ontop of a building under construction and he didn't have any pupils, his eyes were all white, and then he fell off the building and that was it.

Emily at last you have found me out, a distant cousin I am, a new species unknown to the world before, with a cat like body and instincts, yet fingers limber enough to type from my perch on a dresser.

My dreams are so realistic that I sometimes wonder what is reality and what illusion. Anyway, the dream I remember the most wasn't realistic and there was no content in it, but the form was unusual. Everything was black-and-white and additionally upside down. Am I turning mad or something?

no, you just probably were in a situation that night that was "scrambled" by the dream censor because your conscious mind wouldn't be able to make sense of it on waking.

Self-censoring dreams.. :confused: Interesting.

It seems like I dreamed from the time I went to sleep till the minute I woke up. And I can almost, almost remember what they were, but not quite. I know they definitely had plots and seemed to go on forever.

i almost got seasick last night...was like in this - prepare yourself - warm :confused: antarctica, and looking down :confused: at a 3-D map of earth (in a way, i was looking at the earth, only i was still in antarctica); bodega bay on hwy 1 in n. california was one of the only unspoiled places left on the planet, and it was time for me and some other trekkers to go back to the mainland (inhabited areas). no idea how we got there, but i looked at the huge expanse of ocean we'd have to traverse and nearly got :sick: to my stomach. surprised i didn't wake up! anyway, ended up back in philly doing a bunch of other stuff.

self-censoring is a function of the mind, not the dreams. it's like self-protection. there are ways to bypass it, but until you do that/are ready for the unadulterated experience, it scrambles them. better than waking up mad, no? :)

A couple of nights ago I dreamt of the b*st*rd I had a crush on again... I sort of got over him after realising how unworthy he is, but I dreamt of him again... And for someone like me, who really remembers no more than 5 dreams per year, dreaming of him 4 times in little less than 1 month is VERY worrying. And this time the dream inolved some nakedness... :eek: :eek: :eek:

Oh my. :D

I must be the only person in the world who doesn't dream of "nakedness" :confused:
Or maybe they're among the "13-per-night" ones I'm not aware of?

teehee ;)

s10cr

That's the figure, isn't it? "You dream an average of 13 times a night, even if you don't remember them." I've always wondered what I'm missing.

I hate being left out. Especially when it's my own head. :p

LOL I actually don't care...got used to it :D Damn I didnt know they were 13...I can't figure how many I'm missing per year, and I don't want to know how many involve and unworthy bastard... :eek:

Last night I had, I'm assuming, several dreams.
1)First I was pruning my roses,
2)I was in my house but it was different than the one I currently own and a friend of mine was there with her mother and she wouldn't go in the other room to talk to her mother
3)I was outside of a bar/restuarant and across the street was one of those store front churchs and there was a lot of foot traffic and this guy had on a superman t shirt with writing on it but I can't remember what it said. Anyways he was carrying a box (like the old time cigarette girls) and handing out pamphlets to this church. Then I was in my neighbors truck and we pulled up to the church and stopped infront of the front door to the ministers house (church was attached to his house) and I looked in the front door and the minister was this little skinny guy watching tv in his underwear with his mother. I needed to warn the minister about something (I vaguely think it was that some guy was trying to get the minister in trouble) and I had typewritten pages to give to him as proof, . Then church bells rang and all these guys started coming out of the bar (holding beer bottles and smoking) and went into the church.

Does having a few ****tails before going to sleep have an affect on dreams?

****tails = alcoholic drinks

OK, OK, OK, so here’s one:
September, 1991; I’m driving from Fairbanks, AK to Lubbock, TX. They give me about 10 days to get there, and I use up most of that time trout fishing and hiking up in the Yukon. So I’m playing “catch-up” and I drive all the way from Dawson Creek, BC to Great Falls, MT in one day. Well, I stop at a Dairy Queen on the outskirts of Great Falls and buy a Chicken Fingers Country Basket and one of those big-ole Bladder-Buster 32 ounce Iced Teas. I’m dog-tired so I get a room at the Best Western (the first bed I’ve seen in over a week) and I fall dead-asleep.

I start dreaming that I’m at this Rollin’ Stones concert. Mick’s crooning away at “Cain’t get no satisfaction,” when I realize that I really need to take a leak. I frantically make my way through the crowd to the back of the arena where, for some strange reason, I have to unchain the door to get out to the restrooms. When I get out of the arena I’m in some sort of hallway. I run to the end of the hallway and I come to another door. I burst through the door into some sort of lobby-like area. There are a couple of people standing around who seem to be taking a keen interest in me and another guy in a cheesy uniform sitting behind a Formica counter. The Uniformed fellow seems to know me and says, “Good morning Mr. Sancho, may I help you?”

Well by that time, I’m pretty much awake enough to know that I’m the only one standing around in the Best Western Hotel Lobby wearing only his skivvies. So, while jogging in place to prevent an even more embarrassing situation, I say, “yes sir, I’m gonna need an extra room key.”

You know, I really think that some people should control themselves and not laugh quite so loudly in order to spare other people’s feelings. Nowadays, when I sleep in a hotel, I like to push some furniture over to block my access to the door.

Oh no! :lol: Poor Sancho. I'm glad I don't sleepwalk. That would certainly make travelling difficult.

oh...Sancho. you definitely have a way of telling a story; not too often i laugh out loud like that. my son actually came running in to see if i was all right. i think he though i'd finally cracked!


Edit: speaking of dreams though, i have been having some the last few nights, and none of them good. its very strange because i rarely remember my dreams and for me to wake up gasping or crying three nights in a row is very very unusual. i dont remember what the first one was, and i didnt even when i first woke up, but night before last i dreamed that my cat was attacked by a dog. it was very very vivid; i could see right into his body through the tear the dog left, and i could even see the whitish tissues covering his organs. the strangest part was that he said to me, in perfect english: "please dont touch it, it hurts like a *****". i woke up with a whole body physical response, like a shock type feeling (once, i watched one of my horses kick another of my horses in the back leg and saw his hock shatter. my body went all numb and everything went black for a second, with that whole "this CANNOT be happening" feeling. we had to put the horse down. that's how it felt when i saw my cat)
then last night (this morning?) i woke up with my pillow and face soaked with tears, actually sobbing, because i dreamed that my boyfriend broke up with me (he's away right now on a military training thing). i couldnt rememeber the reason, although i know he had given me one. i just remember lying on the floor balling my eyes out.
i hope this stops soon.
sorry, im rambling.

Poor VB. :( I hope they stop. It's probably because your boyfriend is away, and you have a sense of an upheaval.

It's odd, but my dreams tend not to involve personal relationships. There are people I know in them, but we rarely even interact. But I think I've had two or three dreams in my life that actually woke me up, and they all involved some type of vicious* creature biting into me and holding on. Weird.

*[edit] okay, I remember how to spell now

Wow, I remembered a dream again... the 5ht one in 2 months! But this time my hopeless crush wasn't involved...yay! (uhm he actually was there in the background of people at Uni)

Today I'm going to have my hair cut (I hate hairdressers...wish me luck!) and last night I dreamt that it was the day after I had it cut and realised I had forgot to pay before leaving the hairdresser...! :goof: And that I realised that at night, and checked my wallet and infact all the money I had brought with me was there, not spent, and the next day I was at Uni and a girl knew I had forgotten to pay cos she was somehow relative to the hairdresser (or to another one?) and she told another girl...So I got the bus to go there and say 'oops I'm so sorry I forgot' and then get back to Uni, and I dont remember why I did it twice, and the second time I met one of my oldest friends, who's in Germany right now but in the dream she was just back and had just gone to talk to a teacher, one I really like but she doesnt have that teacher... Oh and the bus took a wrong way so arrived immediately at my stop but missed the station where my friend had to change bus...Then I woke up I think...
:eek:

Talking of waking up in the middle of the night, it happened to me only once I think, I had spent the whole day reading a book aboutn concentration camps and I had a very quick dream, it felt like a few seconds, that I was in a caoncentration camp and an atomic bomb exploded... I saw it explode, woke up and didn't manage to sleep anymore that night.

Koa, oh man, what I wouldn’t give to be able to sleep like that. I get up at least a half dozen times every night.

Thanks VB, my goal here is to have someone squirt Pepsi through their nose while reading something I’ve posted.

I’ve gotta tell you this though, your dream struck a chord with me. For the most part my dreams tend to be shadowy, black and white, partial thoughts, unresolved plots, neurotic resolutions of work related problems, things surrounding my social insecurities, you know, the usual stuff. Occasionally though, as with yours, I dream in Technicolor. I’ve had some horrible nightmares involving traumatic injury to helpless innocents such as my pets or the nieces and nephews or the neighborhood urchins.

A few years back I had a small part in a safety investigation of an aircraft accident. The speed and force of the impact did some very disturbing things to the pilot’s body. Thankfully, he’d mostly been removed by the time I got there, but I still had to go through piles of graphic photographs. Many of them are still stuck in my mind. I really don’t want get into a morbid description of what I had to review but I will mention one relatively tame photo. In this image I initially thought I was looking at a wiring bundle from the instrument panel with some insulation chaffing; it was the splintered bone and tendons of his forearm with muscle tissue chaffing. I’m way too squeamish for that type of work and I really wish that I’d’ve never been assigned to that investigation. Stringy white and red bits and pieces of those images continue to haunt my dreams.

Anyhow, I hope I didn’t bum anyone out with this post. I wasn’t going to post it but as I mentioned earlier VB’s dream struck a nerve.

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Originally Posted by Sancho

Koa, oh man, what I wouldn’t give to be able to sleep like that. I get up at least a half dozen times every night.

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I rephrase it: it happened to me only once to wake up because of a dream (or at least, of a dream I remembered). About waking up in general, I consider myself lucky when I pass a whole night without looking at the clock at some weird am time not even once.
(is 'man' just an interjection or has it to be taken literally?;))

Btw when I actually went to the hairdresser's I realised why I had that dream...cos I remembered they're so irreasonably expensive. Oh well, now that it's done I'll let another year pass before I bother again.

And this morning again I got up to the 'sweet' sound of the downstair neighbour's voice... they like to argue at around 8 in the morning... I hate them (I had to get up anyway but it wasn't the first time and I prefer other ways to wake up! :mad:).

oh koa, i understand completely. at my bf's condo where im staying, there is a couple above me who like to fight at night, complete with slamming doors and screaming obscenities, and below me there is a dog that barks incessantly, starting around six am and continuing until about noon. occasionally that sound is broken up by the shouts of his owner screaming at the dog to "shut up" which then progresses to shouts of the owner, "shut up you stupid @#%$@ing mutt". at this point, i would think the guy would get rid of the dog and start all over again, with maybe a fish.

Heya Koa, Correct you are, “Oh – man” was just an interjection. I think it’s a North American expression, which depending on inflection, can mean pretty much anything. Sancho at the beach admiring the new bikini fasions: “Oh – Man” Sancho’s wife after Sancho slammed the door and the soufflé fell: “Oh – Man”

Anyway, I know you is women. What I can’t seem to get into my head is that you’re Italian. It has to do with your screen name. Years ago in Honolulu I bought a ukulele that was made of Koa (a tropical hardwood). Now, when I see your screen name, I picture a Hawaiian woman. I know, I know, I’m a simpleton.

By the way, I think that if I had downstairs neighbors who argued every morning, I would have to take up tap dancing every evening.

LOL Sancho...I guess I wouldn't mind being hawaian :D I never imagined this could sound hawaian and it's so funny! :D :banana:
Btw when the neighbours are so annoying (including loud tv at around midnight when I have to get up early) I like to beat on the floor with something heavy... War&Peace, which remained on my nighttable for the 6 months I took to read it and for other 4 months cos I'm untidy, served the purpose perfectly. When I finally put it away, I ended up using even my phone... Also, for the 20 years in which we've had other neighbours, my parents always shouted at me when i accidentally dropped something cos it could disturb the poor people downstairs...Now these idiots came and when I srop something I pick it up, drop it again a couple of times then put it back :D

Er...let's close the 'koa rants about neighbours' thread, and let's open a brand new thread about...guess what... Dreams! Who wants to start? :D

Heh heh, we don’t have a very good record at staying on subject. Ah well, as ‘Em once said, “Life’s too short to stay on subject.”

Yes, I've never praised her for it... it's brilliant, it sums it up perfectly!
(even if I believe it was 'life's too short to stay on topic' :D)(can't forget something I read after every single one of her posts ;))

Oh-man, you got me!

Hehehe. Voila, and here I am. Well, I actually had quite a few dreams lately, so here's a couple.

Sunday or Monday night (and I know why; just part of a conversation I had) I dreamed that there was a possum running around the house, and there was a snake and a large lizard, which for the purposes of the dream was supposedly a snake with legs, and I didn't want the possum around. So the goal of the dream was to induce one of the snakes to strike it and get rid of it, but without getting bitten myself, of course. I never did manage. It just kind of melted into another dream, or I woke up. Can't remember.

Then today (yeah, I slept all day again :( :mad: ) I dreamed that I came into the living room and my brother was decorating the Christmas tree. But of course he was doing it all wrong, and he had only put a very tiny string of lights in the bottom corner, but had already hung ornaments so I shooed him away and was thinking how to get more lights on without breaking ornaments. Meanwhile, I was hanging ornaments all over, and thinking, "you have to stop. You're just making it worse," but I couldn't stop, because I would say, "okay, just one more, though, then I'll do the lights." (Gee, not at all a metaphor for how I live my life. :rolleyes: Nope, no connection there.) Then for some reason I "had to" get the lights on the house plugged in before my mother came home from work, but they're cheapo lights and I couldn't get one of the strings on the bushes to light. But for some reason there was another part to our house, like stairs going up to a landing where our deck should have been, and there was another person's home attached to the back of our house. I could see their tree in their living room, with all these big, bulbous ugly colored lights on it, then I looked down at our tree (which for some reason was now in our back yard, where there is a big pine tree in real life) and it had peach- or brown-colored lights on it, and mother-of-pearl ornaments and garlands all over. It was really pretty. Then I went inside, to fix a plug on the lights, and my mom came home. The whole time I must have half-heard her come home and talk to the cats downstairs, because at that point she woke me up to ask if I would clean the kittens' cage while she went off to do the shelter. And I looked at the clock and it was 5:26pm. :rolleyes: But when she first woke me up I thought, "no! I have to finish the decorations." LoL

I'm always like that. When I first wake up from a dream all I want to do is get back to it and finish what I was doing. It takes me a minute to realize, it doesn't matter, because it was just a dream.

This morning I woke up chukling from my dream. I was standing in line at some backwoods DVM (I think) and it was taking forever. Then Lars Ulrich from Metallica comes in and gets in line behind me. We start talking like were old friends, he gives me his number and invites me to a party he's having. Then it cuts to me and unknown friends walking down a country road with like farm houses going to Lars' house.

The baffling part is that it seemed like a continuation of a dream I had a couple of weeks ago. Did I actually have the dream a couple of weeks ago or in last nights dream did I dream i had the dream from weeks ago? huh? Perhaps a dream journal would come in handy.

Does anyone else have continung dreams? Like one night your putting clothes in the washer and couple of nights later you dream your putting the clothes in the dryer?

I've had that same feeling. Absolutely. And it drives me crazy, because I know how easily the mind can distort and create false memories. So I don't know if I'm just feeling deja vu, or if I've had a similar dream days or weeks ago, or if I'm returning to a dream I just had earlier that night. And when you dream your sense of time is really different, too, so... But yes, I know exactly what you mean.

I don't like Lars. He's arrogant. I don't think I would have gone to his party. :p

2 nights ago I dreamt of him again :bawling:
This time he was replying to me in a letter finally explaining me all what has been unsaid... I hate this crush, I've never happened to dream of a person so much. And he's not even worth it. :mad: :mad: :mad:

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Originally Posted by papayahed

Does anyone else have continung dreams? Like one night your putting clothes in the washer and couple of nights later you dream your putting the clothes in the dryer?

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The part that always puzzles and confounds my mind is the idea of two possibilities, one that you keep dreaming the same dream or that two you have deja vu after a dream, as in your brain in it's complicated makeup strains a jolt and stops working for a second thinking that you did something you already did.

I forgot to tell that some nights ago I dreamt of THAT guy again! :eek: :eek: :eek:
This time... I was with 2 other friends before leaving for some months...he couldn't come and called on the phone of one of the friends who were with me...talked to her, than to the other friend, than to me, and among other things I don't remember he told me he was sad he couldn't come and that he wouldnt see me for a few months.

How crazy is all this?

Sounds aggravating! Maybe he's using telepathic powers to force himself into your psyche...you need to exorcise him!

Well why he'd be using psychic power to obsess me if he doesnt want me??? :rage: I thought I was on the good way to forget him, haven't seen him for over 2 weeks and I avoided calling him etc, I feel really less caring than 2 weeks ago...still my dreams are haunted... Spooky spooky spooky!

That is strange. Dreams are creepy, the way we have no control over them. I usually don't remember much about what actually happens in my dreams, I just remember general impressions and feelings. The strangest dreams for me are ones that are in familiar settings that are also somehow different, and then I have multiple dreams in the same setting but with different stuff happening. It's like my own little world!

The spookiest thing is that I practically NEVER remember my dreams usually...while I know I've been dreaming of him too much lately. It scares me.

Poor Koa. :( I hope it resolves itself soon.