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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.
I had a dream I dyed my hair, it was a lighter brown and dry.
I dream a lot everyday. I am often find myself in a mystery and like a Zen master I am often confused between dream and reality. I cannot exactly say whether I am now in a dream writing you. I do not find a line that separates my moments of wakefulness from my dreams. There is no clear-cut line.
I enjoy dreams and sometimes my dreams are not dreams and I have to call them nightmares. I have to tie up the happenings of my dream with some processes through which nature offsets some of my disabling emotions, experiences helping me to get up with a fresh mood in the morning
Weird dream last night. I meant to write it down earlier and now I've forgotten it.
I was running down the street naked at about 9pm - it had a 9pm feel to it: I wasn't wearing a watch. The street was empty of people which didn't matter because I wasn't doing it to show off. Then everything started going wobbly like in a soap opera dream haze, and I woke up and was running down the highway naked. It was later, about midnight. Now there were many interested bystanders, which wasn't surprising as following closely behind me was a fleet of cop cars with sirens squealing and lights flashing, like the OJ chase, and I was public enemy no 1. Helicopters overhead and all. Far ahead of me were teams of news vans shouting questions. None of this bothered me because I was dreaming - that is I knew this was a dream from the previous street scenario, but no one else seemed to get it.
'You're figments!' I was saying. 'You don't even exist!'
But suddenly I started to feel I might be wrong - perhaps the street scenario was the dream. I'd been running too long and begun to lucidly hallucinate and that's what the wobbliness had been!
Uh oh, now I was in deep. I tried to come up with witty explanations, but merely produced platitudes about how it's a free country and I pay my taxes kind of stuff.
So I had a problem - keep running, or stop so they could arrest me for bad form?
I stopped. I didn't want to keep running just because they expected me to keep running. But the second I did I was back on the street and now there were different sorts of people - professionals - and they were outraged. As I tried to ignore them they became silhouettes with glowing eyes and mumbly voices.
I ran and ran and finally made it to a hospital where I demanded to know what was going on - was I under some treatment drugs that were making me feel like I was right and everyone else was wrong? Or vice versa? The nurse said that I shouldn't be here because the hospital isn't open. I should go home and get some sleep, and come back when I wake up. So I did, and then woke up...
I had two dreams. The first my bottom lip was huge and it was hanging down to my chest. Kind of like that tribe with the lip plates except I didn't have a plate. I was holding my lip walking down an aisle at a store thinking I needed to go to the Dr.. The next, I was at a coworkers house, I plugged in their stove (weird in it's self) an the outlet started buzzing, I thought I should go get coworker but before I could move the fuse blew and fried the outlet and stove.