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Allright folks, tells us about your dreams please!

Less than a year after I returned from Vietnam (1970-71), I dreamt that I was in a supermarket when I began hearing muffled explosions outside. I was at the front of the store where a wall lined with canned goods ended, and a large plate glass window began. I peered out the window between the shelves and a large ad poster that was taped to the window. I could see quite a distance across the parking lot and beyond, but although the explosions appeared to be getting closer, I couldn't see what was causing them. Anyway, they kept getting closer and closer, the way mortars are "walked in" during an attack. The sounds finally became so loud that I thought they must surely be right outside in the parking lot. I still saw no sign of them. Suddenly, the wall, cans, and the plate glass window came flying at me. I was knocked into the shelves behind me and I crumbled to the floor bleeding, in severe pain, and I quickly faded into blackness. As far as I can tell, I didn't wake up immediately. I was left with the feeling that I had died in the dream. Well, so much for the idea that you die for real if you die in a dream.

Funny, yesterday I was napping during the day and had a dream Tori Amos and Jesus were good friends.

Funny, I know a lot of people who say that Jesus is their friend. I wonder how many Facebook friends he has.

Ok, so here's the dream I found from a few years ago that made me LOL for real.

So, it started off SCARY! Because I dreamed I got a double hip replacement....IN MISSOURI!!!! I was on my way to Omaha and then had to go to the emergency room and they were like "YOU NEED BOTH YOUR HIPS REPLACED!" And I was like "OH NO THAT SUCKS!"
Anyway, so I had the surgery in a hotel room. And then I woke up alert with no pain and able to start walking. I was like "OOOH DO I GET A WALKER?" and they were like "NO!" and I was like "THIS SUCKS!" because I thought it'd be awesome to get a walker?
So then I'm eating a cheeseburger by the side of the road...WITH A GHOST! And my old boss is there telling me about some little shop in south Gainesville that has all kinds of tea and how her daughters just love it and will never leave. And it also has jelly. The shop is all tea and jelly. hahaha
Anyway, so I'm eating my fast food and I have 2 meals with me and one is for this impish ghost (who I think is also me?). And the ghost is all playful and stuff but naughty and supposedly only I can see her. And there are these people walking by on the street and she's like "I'M GONNA GO POKE THEM!" and I'm like "NO THEY CAN'T KNOW ABOUT YOU!"
So the ghost is dancing around these people and tapping them on the shoulder and they're looking around like "what was that?" and I'm yelling at the ghost to stop it and come here and eat her damn cheeseburger.
But she's acting like a child and taunting me and frolicking around. And I had been sitting in the grass but I'm trying to pick up her food and mine and carry it over to her, but the wind is blowing the bags away and I can't chase it cuz I'm carrying all that stuff (and I just had a hip replacement)!!! And my boss is chasing after it but it starts floating into the road and I'm like "OH NO!" because the bag keeps getting bigger and bigger until it's the size of a person and I'm worried it's going to cause a car crash. It was effin' weird.
Then I was walking down a wooded trail with some people and they were really annoying and I was like "hurry up, you assholes, we have to get off this trail before dark!" and the sun was starting to set but they were just puttering along and I was like "MOVE IT!" Then I think I woke up.

:O

are your dreams always like that?

I usually have dreams involving the water, for some reason.
I had a really scary one recently where I had some rare disease so I went to Dr. House. I was a character in an episode, and I was next to death in the last 15 minutes. I felt hot and sick and sleepy and bad. Then, House did some magic and I was all better. It was terrifying!

My dreams involve water a lot too! Like ice skating underwater! But I think water is supposed to symbolize the subconscious, so it makes sense to dream about it a lot, I guess.

Like this one time I dreamed I was seeing a band IN OUTER SPACE!!! And at some point my friends and I were onstage, stage diving....but literally, because all the people in the crowd were made out of water, so we dove into them as if they were a pool! It was awesome! We would dive, and then climb back onstage and do it again because we were practicing our diving technique?
And the band was like "we're so glad y'all could make it to our first ever show in outer space!"
It was part of their tour and I guess I was following them and somehow ended up in a space shuttle, etc...

Gerritsón wrote::O

are your dreams always like that?

Like what?
I have dreams about surgery or medical procedures from time to time...and I surely dream about food (like cheeseburgers) a lot, because it's something very important to me. I don't think I dream about ghosts too often. Now that I reread that dream it seems pretty obviously some kind of conflict between my responsible adult self and the other half of me that just wants to bounce around and act like a 3-year-old.

One thing that always happens in my dreams is the following:

Something bad happening, from someone getting hurt, or me being in danger, or whatever, and I have a phone, but I cannot successfully dial whomever I am trying to dial. Sometimes it's 911, sometimes it's my mom, but it never goes through. Either I dial it a little bit wrong, or I dial and it just never rings. I have to hang up and try again over and over again and it never goes through. Once it did, actually. I was dialing 911 but when they picked up they told me that I had reached 911 in Georgia and as I lived in Washington, they could do nothing to help me.

I'm actually going to be taking an Anthropology class next semester that for as of yet unknown reasons, deals with dream analysis.

I dreamed last night that I was at a huge mall with my mother. Mall barkers were beckoning me to the Plus Sized store. I insisted that I am not plus sized. I am not now, nor have I ever been plus sized. We then went to Macy's and looked at the knits. I woke up because I had to watch my brother. My mother has to go to the hospital, she has a nosebleed that has't stopped in 18 hours.

Ahh, boyfriend dreams. Those suck. I have very coherent, realistic dreams that suck me in where I'm happy in love and then get cruelly aborted into reality. One time I dreamt what felt like about a month - possibly in the way that films portray months, only showing the significant scenes, but it felt like the whole month was there - complete with days at school and all. This was a couple of years ago, so I can't remember the details; in short I met someone who was perfect for me and he was my boyfriend and we were happy together. It wasn't anyone I knew - as far as I recall, I knew everyone else in the dream and, as people usually are in dreams, they were all somehow portrayed extremely realistically. He was handsome and charming and sweet, etc. Then I woke up and it was pretty depressing, because for one thing I had to live that whole month all over again only crappy and real, and for another thing I didn't really have a wonderful boyfriend.
In my first few nights at Cambridge, I had a couple of less realistic but similar dreams that were kind of like my mind sabotaging itself. In the first one, me and a few friends went to New York, but we didn't go to Times Square or anything. I think we were in Williamsburg. We were just walking around, and then I noticed that a busker we passed was Tomas Kalnoky (lead singer of Streetlight Manifesto, my favourite band and one of my biggest crushes). I insisted that we go back and watch him, and my friends, knowing how I loved him so, yielded and we watched him for three or four hours. When he was putting away his guitar, I mustered the courage to ask him if he wanted to come for a drink with us - I guess we were 21 in this dream. He accepted the invitation and we went to a bar and all got to know eachother. Later in the night, when we were both a little drunk, me and him kind of broke off from the main group and got talking on our own; eventually he stroked my cheek and we kissed, and after that we were sitting close and cuddling and stuff all night, though I woke up pretty soon after that and realised I'd missed a couple of 'important' meetings. Ah, well.
The next night I dreamt I was at Edinburgh University, living in Pollock Halls - I'd been once to visit my friend, but it was kind of a bizarro dream version of Pollock Halls where everything was just a little off and my mind filled in all the bits I couldn't remember. I found out from Katy (that friend I've visited there) that my ex from Canada was also at Edinburgh, which I hadn't realised, so I found out where his room was and went to visit him. Incidentally, the rooms (and the surroundings) resembled something more like a 5-star hotel somewhere in the Great Lakes region, but never mind. To my horror, I discovered he was living with his new boyfriend (at least it wasn't a girlfriend like it has been in other dreams). Obviously, I despised this new boyfriend from the outset and wanted to split them up and win him back, and so I embarked on an amoral quest to get the new boyfriend to cheat on him. The best way to do that, I figured, was to seduce him myself, so I did. We slept with eachother, and after we'd been secretly seeing eachother for about a week (my dream self's a total dick, I guess), I went to my ex and told him what had been happening. The new boyfriend was with him at the time. So he sat on the bed and we sat on a sofa next to eachother (the new boyfriend took it remarkably stoically) and he deliberated over what to do. In the end, he concluded that he couldn't be with someone who would cheat on him, so he went with me! I don't know, it was a dream. Anyway, then we slept with eachother and it was great, and then there was about thirty minutes of me being happy with my first love at Edinburgh (it involved remarkably little studying) and then I woke up to all the doubts and uncertainties of reality. And realised I'd missed a couple of 'important' meetings. Ah, well.
I've also had a few really bizarre, long, complicated dreams that would make for good books if they weren't so dang weird (one involves me flying through a forest full of spiders to escape the wrath of Lady Marchmain from Brideshead Revisited, who has a druidic retreat in a forest inside her house and lives in a portrait). But I've totally rambled on already. I love talking about my dreams, it's a shame most people hate it.

Edit: Hey, what happened to Ceb's dream? That was a good dream, man!

Okay, that last dream was amazing.

After realizing what I had typed, I got slightly, erm, embarrassed. and took it down... Eh. Still, I wouldn't mind having that dream again!

I really enjoy romantic dreams. My favourite movie ever is a lucid dream within a lucid dream. I have very awkward dreams sometimes where I run into people I know and am forced to interact, as much as I hate doing so. I had a dream where I was at the health food store and I ran into Ed (a weird guy with whom I was once friends) and Kenny. I wanted to avoid them (I detest running into people), but I was lured into conversation and it was all awkward and unpleasant.

Ceb wrote:Okay, that last dream was amazing.

After realizing what I had typed, I got slightly, erm, embarrassed. and took it down... Eh. Still, I wouldn't mind having that dream again!

Gah! I totally missed this amazing dream and now I'm really curious. Any chance you'll repost, Mike?

Well okay, fine! For you, Riv, anything.

Essentially I was in a foreign country, which geographically and architecturally looked like Chicago or Montreal (except everyone spoke Japanese... Hajimemashite, mojimoto-san?) I was with a group of friends, except for one person, whom I did not know (he was pieced together in my mind, amazing!)...

I got attached to this individual, finding him both mentally and physically attractive. He'd sort of shy away when I tried to get intimate, I told him I hadn't been with anyone before... I later found out why he was pushing me away, I found out on the internet (somehow, he had a profile on a website detailing this) that he was post-op female-to-male, complete with genitalia and all! :p

I told him I really didn't care, it didn't bother me at all, he was an amazingly kind, interesting and... well... sexy (keep in mind my idea of sexy is pretty much someone else's nightmare! Tall, hirsute and well, husky...) person (okay those post-ops are VERY convincing, never in a million years would you think they were once women!)... Well that night, I was sleeping on the floor (both in my dream and in person) and he climbed out of the bed and laid next to me, holding me, caressing me, kissing me on the back. I felt it as if it were real! The heat and the sweat, I even felt his weight on top of me.

I'm skipping a lot of details, because at some point the dream got really weird, and I do remember Sailor Uranus from Sailor Moon making an appearance but to cut to the chase, this man ended up dying. I was tearfully recounting this to my mom in a restaurant. I woke up though but I felt happy, like I had just been loved for real... Instead of your typical post-dream cold sweats, it was very warm sweat.

I think maybe my best friend had fallen on me in my sleep. He's also quite large and fuzzy, y'know.

I really enjoy romantic dreams. My favourite movie ever is a lucid dream within a lucid dream. I have very awkward dreams sometimes where I run into people I know and am forced to interact, as much as I hate doing so. I had a dream where I was at the health food store and I ran into Ed (a weird guy with whom I was once friends) and Kenny. I wanted to avoid them (I detest running into people), but I was lured into conversation and it was all awkward and unpleasant.

Next time you should lucid dream that you're on Uncle Muscle's Hour performing a duet with Casey!

Thanks, Mike ! Sounds like a great dream! I can never remember my dreams in that much detail...

Ceb wrote:Next time you should lucid dream that you're on Uncle Muscle's Hour performing a duet with Casey!

NO I HATE JAMES QUALL. Spaghetti and Meatballs!

Ursula, sweetie, dear. If I ever have a dream about HIM, I'm giving you a bop on the head.

ooooooook, some weird dreamers here only joking. I love dreaming, induced a few lucid dreams in my time, but they never last that long as I get excited that I'm lucid dreaming, what a killer.

Recently I've been dreaming of small human touches, I never have sexual dreams, just ones with small "contacts" (don't misread that pelase).

I dreamt I was in an episode of Bones, myself and Emily Deschanel (Bones) were in a building with windows. I could see the guys chasing us coming up to the building so I reached my hand out behind me and Emily extended hers and took mine and I basically just lightly gestured to duck and move toward the wall so they didn't see us. All I felt was complete understanding and trust from her taking my hand... it was awesome.

I also dreamt of Zooey Deschanel (I really should have loads more though) where she was a bit down for some reason so I put the feelers out and brushed my hand against hers then she just rest her head against my shoulder. Again, great feeling to have someone find comfort in you.

Hmm, maybe these dreams are telling me something, somthing that I'm lacking. Damn dreams.

I had a dream that I kissed Kate Moennig. It was amazing! It was when I was first coming out and was watching, like, infinite episodes of The L Word .