Your Dreams

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 ;)

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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.