Last night I had an extremely vivid (very realistic, very realistic) dream that Pete Burns was a crazy bum who ransacked the thrift stores of Los Angeles looking for the perfect outfit.
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Last night I had an extremely vivid (very realistic, very realistic) dream that Pete Burns was a crazy bum who ransacked the thrift stores of Los Angeles looking for the perfect outfit.
I've had a similar sort of a dream several times, not in recent past though. I can't recall it particularly well either. But my soul floated around the room for several minutes or seconds, dunno. My body was as if anesthetized, felt the immobility so powerfully. Pure terror.Quote:
Originally Posted by crazefest456
I had that dream only once, so far...I thought it was some sort of sign (about a separate conscience of mine existing in an extradimensional space..)
Okay, I had the coolest dream last night! It was about my two fav detectives in Law&Order: SVU....
So Detective Stabler and Olivia were out exercising, and it was Olivia's turn to run to the "perp" (it was actually a frisbee on a tree..remember it was an exercise). So Olivia was running on the track and Stabler was giving her pointers on how she should run in a straight line, not zig-zaggy cuz the perp might see her and she was getting annoyed of him. SO she ran to the tree perfectly to show off and climbed up, above the frisbee and was looking down and from that view we saw olivia imagining that there was a real perp and she just cornered him...Then we saw Stabler say, "No, OLIVIA!!!" and we see her just staring at the perp. THen the camera zooms out and shows that she actually falls from the tree and dissappears in mid air. And then she appears again, and continues falling and then dissappears again with her childhood form falling, instead. Then Detective Stabler runs to the little Olivia and hugs her in worry.
Then Stabler goes to her parents to find out why that happened, because her dad was a shrink. And then we see the dad and her two brothers acting really goofy. The dad was eating cereal like a 5 year old kid and the two brothers looked old and bald just like the father. Stabler asked the father if he'd ever seen anything like this, and the father acted like it was a normal thing for anyone, like it wasn't a big deal.
And that's it, I woke up-- I think I dreamt this because I was hoping a law&order marathon would come on yesterday but it didn't...
Had another dream while I was taking a nap (with my homework next to me).
I dreamed that I was in school and my friend said "Hey, Let's go get our uniforms" and I said "okay" (I do anything for no reason). Then we went to the office and saw my former english teacher there and I said "Why do we have uniforms right now" and she says "Why wouldn't you? Do you wanna have a multi-colored graduation ceremony?" and I said "It's not that; we're not even supposed to be at school today!". And my teacher's eyes widened and I realized that, I actually knew I was dreaming all this and that since it's sunday, I'm not even supposed to be at school! So I yelled out a "YES!" and I quickly did the first thing that came into my mind and that was: BALLET. I knew it was a dream, so I could do anything that I wouldn't know how to do in real life. I knew I had control, and my dancing around the hallway made me the cognitive actor in the dream. Finally I had the chance to have fun. But then when I got to the end of the hallway (my school's small), I realized that everyone started doing their own thing and that they started singing and talking to their friends. I was left completely alone and once again, I had become the invisible narrator that we so often are in dreams.
Yup, and I woke up...But that's so cool, I got to play around in my dream and test the environs...And I know for sure that I saw everything in color.
My latest crazy one that I can fully remember: my friend was impregnated by a parasitic worm.
Later when I was awake I realized that would be a good headline for those sci-fi tabloids sold in the super markets.
I was in the Dickens section on a thread about Great Expectations and suddenly remembered this weird dream that I had when I was studying at Cambridge for a couple of weeks my last summer before I graduated. I wrote it all down in my journal. (Dr. Foyles was one of my instructors. He's sort of an architectural archeologist. Also the maze is the one from Hampton Court)
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I must break here to write about this strange dream I've just had. I was taking a nap on this second Monday here, and as I had fallen asleep reading Great Expectations, I dreamed that Jaggers and I were dodging the English guards for some reason and that he found me a place to stay in an RV in a parking lot though I never saw the inside of it. One morning I found out that he had been arrested and while inquiring about it I was arrested too. I was put into a rather medieval looking prison that had its jail cells surrounding a chapel. For some reason, I was allowed to roam around though I couldn't leave the building. There were several priests walking around aimlessly chanting Latin, then, partly in defiance of the Catholic faith and partly because I was thirsty, I ran around drinking up all the holy water cups that were attached to all the post all over the chapel. And though I felt that I was in the middle ages, each cup had a plastic insert, like at Saint Patrick's, so that I didn't have to lap at the water like a dog. One of the higher priests was chasing after me matter-of-factly, all the time chanting his Latin. Instead of being thrown into one of the cells, I was allowed to be part of Dr. Foyle's tour of the dungeon. He was pointing out all the different details of the architecture of the chapel and I kept hearing recorded harp music. I noticed somewhat of a harp but I really don't remember the shape of it. All I remember is that there were ten strings pushed up close to a picture of a peacock. I sat down and tried to play the left hand accompaniment to the song that I was hearing, which sounded like it could've been part of the soundtrack to the maze yesterday. I was having trouble because the picture kept getting in the way of my fingers, and Dr. Foyle was walking around, very disinterested in my music.
The other day, I watched a play done by these extremely talented students, 'Darcula'
it was creative n all,
the creepy chic that played the psycho in the NutyyHouse
I die trying to save my family, and later my husband doesn't re-marry and there are the lives of my kids, whole dialogues which go like a story.
A very funny dream. Never had any of this kind before, as far as I remember.
last night I dreamt that my husband cleaned his study. It was so clean I could see the floor. I said to myself what the hell happened ? All his books were neatly put away, no mail on the floor, it was just immacculate. Of course when I woke up this morning the first thing I did was go into the study and sure enough it was only a dream. I knew it was too good to be true.
Last night I dreamt that burglars came into the house and took off with the earrings that my mother gave me!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh :flare:
tonight my hubby and me both woke up around 5 a.m.. we had both dreamed of my thesis. he helped me a bit yesterday, counting examples for the appendix. He had to look at different sentences with "make a start", "make a statement", "make a decision" in them and when he woke up he was like "my head is spinning, I keep thinking 'decision about' 'decision to', 'make a start', 'make a start on' 'make a start with'". Plus, his ears were buzzing with Iron Maiden, because I listened to Iron Maiden while working (with headphones):
The funny thing is, I woke up at the same time and I was exactly the same, Iron Maiden and "make a decision" etc fighting for attention in my head...
then I tried to go back to sleep and while I lay there (still more or less awake), I saw myself sitting in the prof's office for his office hours. it occurred to me that there should be four of me, because the words I studied had 4 forms (make/made/makes/making a decision). So I split myself up into four. it didn't really work and I was only 1 again and I thought "hey this so wrong, there really need to be 4 of you" and I split myself up again and this time it worked. this was while I was still awake and feeling totally lucid :eek:
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar rghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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I had the most horrible dream. I dreamed that I was about to be overdrawn on my bank account, so I rushed to the bank, which for some reason, was closing at midnight instead of at a normal time. I was going to try to take out a cash advance on a credit card and put the cash in my bank account so that I wouldn't get hit with overdraft fees and insufficient funds fees and I had all these bank statements and inter-office mailing envelopes and all kinds of crap in my hands.
I waited in line FOREVER. The bank was a thug bank and it was set up in a gymnasium that had been converted to a bank and there were all these seedy characters in saggy pants waiting in line to do their transactions. There was some kind of drug deal going on in the corner and I realized that I had forgotten something I needed to do my transaction.
So, my husband materializes to wait in line for me while I go to my truck to get the rest of my paperwork. So, I go look for my truck and I keep walking up to what I think is my truck and then I realize that it's the wrong model or they don't have the same vanity tags, and I can't remember where I parked at all. So I keep walking up to all these green trucks realizing that I'm not at the right truck, when I remember that I don't even have a green truck. Mine is black and I am panicking because I know the bank is about to close and I don't want to be accosted by all the criminals in the parking garage.
When I finally reach my truck, there is an explosion above my head, but I get my papers out before my truck catches on fire. But, since I know that my truck is insured I am not real worried about that, and I get back in line at the bank so that I can make my transaction. And then I woke up. What a crappy dream.
that sounds really scary Shalot :(
I very often dream of being in an elevator that just keeps on going and going and never stops at where I want to get off.
Last night I dreamt of Herna Belle, my room-mate from college. She was smiling at me; her face looked more plump.
I have wonderful dreams which I sometimes remember.
I dream of my wife and of eternal moments. I dream of sunshine and open space and country, and all sorts of different weathers and climes and environs.