"presently it will begin whispering in their dreams"

anyway this thread is for yr best sound-conversion by the medium of dreaming

I tend to wake up at about 6, put Today on the radio, and fall back to sleep. This leads to lots of mildly frightening dreams about politicians - today, it was Iain Duncan Smith.

YES!! i stopped using my clock radio after a dream encounter with john prescott which luckily i have almost totally repressed

John Prescott wasn't the pegleg, I take it.

Nonetheless - you were asleep at five to eight on a weekday? Shame on you, slacker Sinker! And for all you know, there could well have been a poor pegleg with said peg jammed in the attic rafters trying to avoid becoming pigeon breakfast and what would you have done then eh? Eh? It's worse than Dennis Nilsen (aargh I nearly typed in Dennis Wilson then - freud fraud?). I'm sick of this country I'm going to become a lumberjack it's easy to get to Canada now they've got the St Lawrence open so there ahem.

Oh god, John Prescott was one of the worst ones I had too.

It gets really weird when there's some slightly surreal news item - the sort of thing that is exactly the type of thing you'd expect to be just a dream. When I hear about it again later in the day, it's all "B... but.... I dreamed that!"

I have never knowingly dreamed about John Prescott. Is this legal?

well luckily i don't HAVE an attic

the flat roof directly above me IS in fact covered in small bones!! and tiny artificial limbs!! oh no!!

I recently had a dream where everything was moving really jerkily, like the robot dance, only everything was moving like that. I awoke to the CD I had fallen asleep listening to skipping.

regular short-burst ringing of doorbell became a sound effect associated with drawing dash-mark-stubble on Fred Flintstone's chin using a black felt-tip pen

I had a dream I was trapped in a house filled with hundreds of cats (it was a bit like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre except with evil cats) because my cat was trying to wake me up by meowing.

I would have preferred that sentence w/o brackets.

when I was living w/ my parents, my mum would often wake me up and try to have a conversation w/ me immediately while I still did not know that I was alive and in the world. then she would give up and I would fall asleep to dream stranger things.

I once dreamed some absolutely gorgeous drony throat-singing music, only to get an elbow in the side and a hissed "you're snoring again" from my wife.

I dreamt this very morning about Sky TV repeating ITV output from 1983 - firstly TV-am, and then some lunchtime children's programme, except that it was *totally unlike* anything that would ever be shown for children then or now, and it had David Bowie in it, and a lot of violence and fighting.

Then the title sequence to "Rainbow" started, and then I woke up.

Wow - that is some serious carmody defining shit.

Well, there was the time the pet hamster escaped and woke me up by sitting on my pillow next to me, but it was quiet.

I had a mental TV dream once, too. I dreamt I was watching the closing credits of Doctor Who, but instead of it being the usual starfield and Delia Derbyshire music it was a scratchy 16mm time-lapse film of a row of cabbages with leaves that kept on growing and growing vertically, way beyond the top of the frame, and the theme tune was actually the theme to "Bodymatters" (if you remember that).

I also had a dream when I was about six where the naked woman who danced on the titles of "Tales Of The Unexpected" was dancing very fast to tribal drumming, which would be constantly interrupted every five seconds by a shot of literally millions of cowboys galloping through a town shooting their guns and whooping.

I think I might have posted this elsewhere, but a few months ago I dreamt that I'd subscribed to the local opera company. As part of the subscription, the company installed a giant, '60s-style computer terminal on my wall, which would alert me whenever there was a gala premiere or charity event for the organization. Presumably in my dream-world there were a lot of opera events that season as the damn thing wouldn't shut up; it just kept buzzing and beeping, buzzing and beeping, over and over again, just like my alarm clock. Would it ever stop? At this point I wake up and realize it is my alarm clock.

Also, once I was having a pleasant dream about something when, out of the sky, I hear my loud alarm. I remember thinking "well, that's the end of this nice dream" and waking up. I lie in my bed for what feels like a minute, listening to the alarm and trying to draw up the strength to hit the snooze button. All of the sudden, though, it stops buzzing all by itself--I look over and it's five minutes before I had set it to go off. Somehow the dream-alarm carried over into my conscious state. Either that or it was a ghost.

Since childhood dreams in my household were the main topic of conversation over breakfast. And you couldn't just say I had the *whatever* dream last night. Then out came the book and insight. So I thought I would pass on a little to yours.

s1utsky re: dreaming of opera - denotes you will be entertained by friends, and find that your immediate affairs will be favorable.

Chriddof re: naked dancers - you will be tempted by designing person to leave the path of duty, and will see a bright outlook in business.

Larcole re: house of cats - to much to write, pretty much if your superstitious I wouldn't take any long trips. sorry.

Hmmmm. Here's one for you, Danielle:

Since the age of nine I have been having a repeat dream. It usually happens about once every other year, now.

In the dream I am in a well-lit crawl-space under a building. The floor is dirt. If I stand-up I will hit my head on support beams. The smell is one of must, and the dirt is almost silky and is cool to the touch. Small puffs of dust rise as I maneuver around. In the far corner is an old wooden steamer trunk. I move toward the trunk and lift the lid. Inside is the head of a girl who is the daughter of my father's former business partner. Her head has been removed from her body at the shoulder, and it looks like the 'innards' have been removed form her neck, so that it is a loose flap of skin. She is staring up at me. Her mouth opens and she screams, without a sound. That is where the dream ends.

Now for the creepy part: As I have aged and as she has aged, so too has the dream. I used to be able to get to the trunk by bending over ... now I have to crawl as I am too tall to hunch over. Her face and hair have aged, too.

Sheesh, now I've creeped myself out. Sorry.

That my dear is a "terror" for lack of a better word or explanation. These are huantings of your subconscious. I have no clue as to the meaning - but gutt feelings say you have some old skeletons that need some addressing. Hopefully they don't last forever.

I also have these recurring dreams.But mine have changed as I have gotten older, but all maintained the same elements over the years: water, death, ravens, wolfs, and fear.
In the past couple years it has added a few things canoes, my great-great uncle telling me everying will be all right, and a dead lover hanging naked in a tree.

I will take this to the lady's next breakfast and see if I can get some more insight and will let now know. I wish my granny was here she would have thought it was just great. Can I e-mail you to get more details if needed?

Hmmmm. Interesting ideas, Danielle. It is a nasty one, all the way around. And yes, please feel free to email me about this ... I'd be glad to provide more details as needed. (I'd like some more insight into what my subconscious is working on with these images.)

Wow that sure is a very strange and disturbing dream Laura :( Sorry to hear you still have it!

On noises in dreams - once I was at a boyfriends place, asleep in a flat 3 floors up. His radio kicked in in the morning to wake us up, and what burst forth was Adam whatsisname from JJJ's morning show, laughing heartily at some joke.

Only in my dream state (and subsequent jolted-awake confused panic) I thought there was an evil floating head at the bedroom window 3 floors up! :-/ Left me rattled all day, that did.

I had a very disturbing dream that I was schizophrenic once, not that this is really to do with noises. In the dream I could see things no one else could, like these inflatable beings floating towards the window (since worked out that bit was conflated from an ad with flying pigs in it, but still...). I knew something was wrong - I kept telling people "cant you see those things? LOOK AT IT" and realising no one could, and I was hallucinating.

Cut to me in a shrink's consulting room. He's telling me we're going to try some kind of therapy. I'm rather tense. Suddenly my entire surroundings change, in a WHAM!, like scenery on a TV set, from a normal room into this room where the walls are covered in fragmented glass and I can see multiple reflections of myself all over. I'm hysterical by this point, thinking Ive lost control of my sanity. I go to grab a chair to throw it at the glass, but stop myself, thinking "no, Im the only one seeing the glass, if I throw this chair I'll just look even more crazy"

Then I woke up. That dream has never left me, it was very weird, like I was living in someone elses head.

bah i dreamed one of my best friends showed something i wrote to martin amis, and he said to her "why do you bother with this trivial shit?"

i tend to incorporate the sound of my son chatting in his cot into my dreams in the wee small hours of the morning. this is probably just my own wish that he wasnt awake at 4am, so i semi-dream that we are out and about and he is having fun.
then he gets louder.
i wake up.

I have taken to sleeping listening to a sound machine, most often set to the 'rain' option. And I live in Florida, where there are summer monsoons (or so it feels like). More than once I have been half-asleep and annoyed at my sound machine for being so loud. I'll wake enough to turn it off, then fall back to sleep, only to hear the noise as I close my eyes. I've gone so far as to yank the plug from the wall socket befoe realizing that the storm is *outside*. But the sound of real rain tends to make me, in my sleep, dream of sizzling food or skiing.

I wish I had interesting dreams. I never have interesting dreams. All my dreams are dull. REALLY dull.

For instance, I once had a dream where I got out of bed, went downstairs, tried to make myself a sandwich, find we didn't have any bread, then went back to bed again. And I KNOW it was a dream, 'cause we so DID have some bread!

My most recent dreams are ones where I've taken certain drugs that I would never take in real life. There is a definite effect in the dream.

I once dreamt I had no face, just shallow dips where my eyes, nose and mouth ought to have been. It really freaked me out.

As for sound dreams, as a ten-year-old, I was walking late one night in an Asterix-style village when a lady who looked like Margaret Thatcher started yelling at me from an open window. I wake up and realise the radio which was nowhere near my bed (I had a cabin bunk and the radio was underneath it - you had to climb down a ladder to get there)and had run out of batteries, was on full blast tuned to a station I never listened to. That was scarey too.