Your Dreams

ack!!!! Last night I had a dream about work. I was at work but for some reason there were cabins attached to the work site and we all stayed in these cabins. I was looking at a sheet of paper with a coworker, lets call him Pete (He is the head person at the site, he is not my boss but I have responsibility to him). As were are looking at the paper He then kissed me, the kiss wasn't a romantic kiss in any way, and took that as a sign to go further so he took off his cloths and was standing there naked. It was in a common room and I was worried about other people seeing this so I pushed him into my room. I turned to close the door and to make sure no one else saw but as I was looking into the hallway I saw another coworker close his door. This coworker could be a troublemaker for Pete, that worried me. I turn back to the bedroom and Pete's in my bed - naked still. I explained I didn't want to sleep with him, at least not at that time (I was trying not to be mean), besides coworker saw everything and no offense but he had to go. He understood completely and we both walked out the other door onto a deck that lead to a lake. And that was the dream.

It's gonna be weird when Pete comes in, after all I saw him naked!!!

he he papaya -my husband was once mad at me (for real) about something I did to him in his own dreams. Dreams are screwy. Are there any Jung experts out there who could explain the meaning of my dream?

I dreamed I was getting a tire changed at an off-the-road gas station/nightclub variety business. My old flame was working there at that gas station pumping gas. He was wearing a hula skirt, and so were the other employees. I must have been on my way to Hawaii, but the dream was really about the old flame in the hula skirt. He was nicer to me than he had ever been and invited me to a back room, where he started taking drugs. We talked awhile, and the two of us came to the decision that the timing on our relationship was off, and maybe in another life it could have worked.

Then I set off on my task, which was to deal with meth addicts and their meth mouths.

I woke up thinking about that old Garth Brooks song that does something along the lins of "What's she doing now." Though, in my case, it would be "What's he doing now, it's tearing me apart..."

Then got out of bed, and went about my day and thougt about the old flame a lot. Dreams are evil. I want to thank them for rubbing it all in.

maybe the dream is showing you how much better off you are now?

Recently I have had dreams about romantic attachments to people that I barely know...or donot see anymore. But in my dreams I appear to know them very well, and their characters are somewhat improved. Grrr, get out of my dreams! :lol:

I saw last night the very strangest of dreams.I don't remember it very well,but it involved the one I love.It was a part where,after talking something happened and we kissed and he said he loved me,but then he left and said we were going to meet the next day.He left me at a hotel I was sleeping and I was there with two other girls that love him(one of them I know for real because she does love him but the other was a complete stranger).Then he left.
Some times later,that other girl that loved him peaked out of the hotel's glass door(it was even a rainy night,very wet)and saw this woman that we knew in the dream who was in her expensive black car.She continued to drive and when she returned,he was in the passanger seat(she had apperently picked him up from his hotel).Then,I continued to see the dream as a third party,where I was no longer me.He went to a wooden house(we must have been in a village)and there had a conversation with a girl that was very cute but obviously not very intelligent or intellectual.She was smiling in a strange way and I think they were talking about an affair.They seemed to be lovers but one of them had conquered the other.I think they were making a conspiracy.After I woke up,I did have the feeling that he was wrong and had done something immoral(not physically).He seemed to have been evil(while he isn't,I know him well enough to say that).I really don't remember this dream very well,but it was so absolutely strange and I don't understand it at all..

Last night I dreamt that I cut my hair. It was all short and spiky and I looked in the mirror and it completely changed my face. I could live with my hair but I wanted my face back.

I've been quite prolific lately. Last night I had a fe dreams, first I dreamed I was trying on some shoes, teva type shoes, and they were really comfortable but damn ugly and I was trying to decide if I could ear them in public.

Next I dreamed I was in someone elses house and there was a huge roach that I tried to step on but my shoes were flimsy and I couldn't crush the thing all the way, I went to tell the owners ho were in a theater watching auditions.

Last Night:

I first dreamt that we had built an identical office building next to our new control center building and we had three new people moving into them and I still didn't have an office, these new people were carrying in boxes and I was like huh?

Then I dreamt a very large woman in a lab coat was building a large metal cube right next to our drainage ditch. A maintenance guy came up to me and said it wasn't safe to clean out the ditch and I asked him why and he said because she's there (talking about the large woman) so I told him to start at the other end.

Then I dreamt I was napping in my car, I got up, exited the car and I was on a city street and people were sitting on their stoops watching me. I brushed off my clothes and straightened them and walked down the street.

This one is a doosie:

I dreamt the Zombies were invading, my mom and I were packing to make a run for it. There were other people in the house but I don't know who they were, they were all packing too. We packed and got into a bright yellow mustang at some point we were not in the car and the zombies were all over the place. We learned that if you walked and moved like zombies they ignored you.

I dreamed this a while ago, but since this thread has been bumped up, I thought I would post it:

I dreamed my mother and I were downtown on the roof of one of the towers we work in (I work at the same place as my mother). It was necessary (life or death) for us to jump from one tower to the next to be saved. I jumped and was telling my mother to come on from the other tower, but she said "you go on now" and that was it. I hate that dream.

Also, a long time ago, I dreamed that my home had been invaded by bad people with machine guns. My mom and I went out on the patio, and they were going to shoot her, but I really didn't want that to happen, and the patio swirled up and saved her. It was a reality shift I think. But the patio swirling moved her out of danger and then it was fine. Weird. Where's Freud? Wonder what he would have to say about that.

i dreamed i was a host of the lonely planet

My first dream was that I took out the strawberries I got from work and they were fuzzy.

Then I had a dream that I was with a group of around 5 people and were in what kinda looked like a military base, in the lunch room we walked outside and a helicopter was about to land but it was on it's side but nobody seemed to be worried about it until it got close to the ground and pieces started flying off, then we were told to get down.

Lately I´ve been having the same dream.
I´m aware of the fact that I´m dreaming, but somehow I just can´t wake up...and troughout the entire dream I´m trying to wake myself up . :confused: very weird

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