Dreams?

1. In my dream I am asleep in bed and then I wake up to the knowledge that there are a lot of Bad People outside my window swooping around like giant bats, scratching on the windows and pushing the french doors so that they squeeze and creak and are bursting inwards. Waking from this dream does not assuage the fear as I am still in the room where events of the dream have taken place. I am hot and sweaty and panicked. It is windy outside and leaves are blowing around, which leads me to suspect that this was a prompt for the swooping, window scratching baddies. I quickly try to go back to sleep even though I am as thirsty as anything

2. I dream I am drinking a large glass of coca cola, with ice in it, I am so thirsty that I am drinkng it really fast like somebody on a coke ad, not caring about the burning sensation caused by the fizziness. I have had this dream many times, always exactly the same and always after ignoring nightmare-induced thirst.

she was talking as if there was nothing wrong, talking just how we used to, and my head was screaming at me that this can't happen, we can't sweep it under the carpet.

mostly i dream nice dreams. flying dreams get a special mention; the ability to drift, slightly out of control but effortlessly and beatifully just by leaning slightly and thinking about where you want to go. when i do remember a bad dream (they are almost always emotionally rooted you know) it stays with me seemingly indefinitely.

and then the next thing I remember, a sudden feeling of panic, a loud sound rushing faster and faster at me. I knew it was the nuclear blast I'd been anticipating, living here in DC, and I awoke to an incredibly loud gust of wind, railing against my apartment from the outside. I was terrified, coiled up against my sheets, but soon enough separated dream from reality. Spent the rest of the morning alone in the dark, unable to sleep again.

Now I'm at work, zombified .. the 'causes' don't need to be explained in this case I think, kimera. but thanks for the question, I love talking about dreams.

Return home from shopping trip with Pam to find my Mum, half-way up a step-ladder, re-decorating our entire flat with crumpled-up squares of orange crepe paper. The over-riding feeling I got from this was: "This looks awful, but how do I tell her?".

Not as good as the run of five I had last month, which I detailed elsewhere.

I have a recurring dream of late where I've 'graduated' high school but have to go back the next year for only one class (invariably some kind of math) and it's a never-ending spiral of misery and attempts to justify my presence.

I wish I could have normal shadowy-killer nightmares.

I used to have those sooo often. Always maths too! It was often just an exam I had to go, obv I hadn't done any revision what with having graduated uni and having a job 'n' all, but it was a super-important exam that if I failed would screw up my life :(

Awesome violent dream the other night:

I'm at home with my dude housemates one night, and there's a knock at the door. My housemate and I look through the glass to see who it is, and it's this big, tough dude Nick (who I went to school with) at the door with a crew of other big tough dudes. He says, "Open this fuckin door or I'll knock it in!" I yell back "Get the fuck off my porch or I'll knock your FACE in!" Which is ballsy and stupid because he and all his dudes are bigger and tougher than me and all my dudes.

But I realize I've thrown the gauntlet down, so i get a couple of my housemates, and I grab a baseball bat, and since we don't have enough other weapons I break it in half and just take the handle end, which has all these giant splintery ends now. I go out and swing it at him kind of weakly, and he catches it, but then I throw up a quick snap kick, grab the stick out of his hands and completely fuck him up, cut up his face, etc.

Later in the dream I was meeting with my lawyer to draft our answer to his lawsuit against me.

LAST NIGHT I dreamt I was graduating. Finally! Fucking finally. And when they hand me my diploma it's a high school diploma. "I'm 25, I've been in college for 6 years, and I'm just now graduating high school?"

It's pissed me off all day!

Ugghhh I hate those "never get anywhere" dreams. This morning I awoke from a weirdass dream where I desperately wanted to eat, but it was late afternoon and I was in this food court and nowhere had food, only one place had some horrible, dried out small left overs in a bain marie, so I dejectedly asked for a pathetic puddle of rice and some kinf of cruddy dried out veal, and felt like I always missed out on everything in life.

It left me feeling quite ordinary :|

Is this dream question??

NICOTINE patches give a body crazy intense dreams, and you remember ALL of them.

In last night a dream: I picked up some pills from the pharmacy and the pharmacist handed me a list of "drugs just discovered not to work or do anything," and at the bottom in big letters was NICODERM. Fuck! But then I thought, 'It was Nicoderm that gave me this dream' and the rest of my dream was this Gordian knot of vexation re: case & effect.

"I had a dream that I was directing a Sarah Palin campaign ad in exchange for bail. Katherine Heigl, Kurt Vonnegut, and Tito Puente were there."

my friend can't be accused of dreaming small.

I dreamed I was at an In N Out style hamburger joint that had some kind of fancy rigamarole for ordering and I didn't understand it. I asked for a medium cheeseburger and the people behind the counter just gave me a mean look and started taking orders from the people behind me in line. And I stood at the front of the line for ages and they wouldn't give me my hamburger! I told them I was new and I was sorry but I didn't understand what to do and they just laughed and ignored me. That was a mean dream burger place. I won't go back there again.

For the last year or so I've been having very dark dreams. Usually they last weeks to a month before I dream about normal stuff.

The last week has been night after night where I dream that I'm arguing...well, not even arguing as much as SCREAMING at people, blowing up all bridges around me, then trying to make amends, but it's too late. Also, a lot of my dreams are violent, with me inflicting the violence or having it inflicted on me/a loved one.

Last night, at one point I dreamed I was part of some war, and we were driving around crashing vehicles. The only one I remember vividly began normal, with me on vacation with several friends and their families. At one point, we were walking around, and we passed a house, where a guy was offering people free lunch. We went inside, and when we got in, the dude immediately launched into a Timeshare speech. Pissed off, we tried to leave, but a guy with a hammer tried to force his way into our room to murder us. My brother and his girlfriend just sat and watched and didn't help me brace the door.

Then, we somehow escaped, but three people in our party vanished, not to be seen again (possibly killed). On attempting to go home, I ran into a friend of mine, who I gave a big hug, and then said "I'll see you when I see you", and she replied "No...you won't". and left.

I don't get it because this has been the most peaceful period of time in my life since I can remember -- is this suggesting I have deepseeded conflict I need to resolve?

yes, or deep-seated, even. it sounds like there are buried resentments at work in your psyche playing themselves on a nightly basis. one school of dream interpretation holds that everything one dreams of, including "the others", are just elements of one's self. so, even the loathesome timeshare guy could be some aspect of yourself that your psyche is trying to integrate.

but to be honest, yeah. i don't think those things just come up out of nowhere. unless you're eating garlic sandwiches every night before turning in...those can do weird things to your etheric body.

i rarely eat before bed. must be my subconscious trying to get me to squash something, hafta figure out what. I can't sleep for more than a few hours without interruption when having these Lynchian dreams.

oh, and i didn't mean to suggest that it's anything especially sinister, either. just that it's worth paying attention to and inquiring into if it keeps coming up

right -- I figured that, I haven't done anything too evil recently. :)

i had a dream that i was watching this 30 For 30 documentary on ESPN. it was a sort of "rocky" type story about this puerto rican guy that was a low-level fighter for a long time and got one shot to fight a champion...just like rocky he found a good, close fight but lost...

but then at the post-fight press conference he said, "I just want everyone to know that I'm gay...not 'I'm Happy' gay but SOUTH PHILLY GAY! And I still went toe to toe with one of the greatest fighters of all time."

then him and the champ hugged and the champ said he accepted him and it was legendary sports moment.

I had a dream where I was in a fashion show where you walk to the end of a runway and get a score out of ten, like in a diving competition, and the big dream twist was that one of the judges was a hot dog bun

I had a dream that I went to a Cocteau Twins show at Denny's and when you walked in there was a pile of very poorly photocopied forms that you filled out to request a song. I had to dig through the pile to find a form where half the fields you had to fill in weren't cut off, and while I was digging I was trying to figure out what song to request and I couldn't decide between two, but then I thought "I'll just ask my wife to request the other one, since she's not really a fan," but then I looked over and she had already filled out her form, but the song she requested was not a Cocteau Twins song.

Did they play it anyway?

Cos that would be cool. They could just look up the chords on UltimateGuitar.com

I woke up before the show started. :(

always the way

Had a particularly WTF dream last night:

My bf and I are watching the news where a drama about a local political candidate (a real one whose name I feel weirdly uncomfortable dropping here, as I was friends with his son many years ago; needless to say, it is unlikely that the name would mean anything to anyone here) gets in trouble on the campaign trail for some offensive remark that was either unspecified in the dream or which I just plain don't remember. Marcia Clark--apparently far more involved in Canadian politics in my dream state than in the real world--is taking him to task over the incident. Before breaking for commercial, the news anchor is promising to show their public sparring match. My bf sends me to get drinks during the break. His parents and my father are all inexplicably hanging out in our backyard, so I run outside and excitedly give them updates on the story before running back inside, grabbing a serving platter with the refreshments and then rejoining my bf in front of the TV where I'm not sure if I've missed the coverage or not yet.

That's all I remember.

My band has played a gig in someone's home. As I'm looking for the way to load equipment out, I discover that I am barefoot (and the path through their garage is a dirt floor, apparently filled with rusty nails etc.) As I circle back through the very crowded house to find another exit, I now no longer have a shirt. (Even if it was a hot, sweaty gig I would NEVER do this in real life.) In addition, the band equipment I am supposed to load has somehow changed to a mattress and box spring. And I have no car, there is a bicycle outside. As I'm figuring out how to load this bed stuff, I discover I now have no pants...

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when i have dreams these days, i don't really believe them. like, i'll be back in high school and freaking out because i'm late for class and i've missed all these days and the homework is piling up AAARGH! but then i'll suddenly think, "wtf? why should i be worried about high school shit? i'm a grown-ass man." so i'll go do something else. it's a huge relief.

I searched this thread cos i woke up scared and bewildered and heartbroken and idk p much 15 years old for a terrifying minute, and there was a fox barking just outside my window, but i read that and not only did i forget the dream but i felt immensely better

the nightmare i used to have recurrently was that i was on trial for a crime i didn't commit and my family and friends were all testifying against me, even though i knew that they knew i was innocent. i had this dream before i ever read kafka and probably could have made a literary name for myself writing books about it if that dude didn't beat me to the punch

I used to have a recurring dream where the mat by my bed had a pattern v like a large eye (it did) and by stepping on it you'd fall down into hell and have an intimate chat with satan himself.

The eye and the fall were horrific (im a little shitted right now remembering) but iirc the enemy was nothing but the height of manners.

kafka's fucking old dude

both SOUTH PHILLY GAY and barking dream-rescue fox pretty fucking awesome tho

Not really tbh, a fox bark is a p abrasive (and unsettling?) sound imo- it felt far too much a lynchian continuation than a rescue

oh, i don't think i've ever heard a fox bark. i have extremely romantic notions of foxes, but no real experience.

I used to have a recurring dream where the mat by my bed had a pattern v like a large eye (it did) and by stepping on it you'd fall down into hell and have an intimate chat with satan himself.

i used to have regular falling dreams. the desperate, heart-stopping terror. but at some point i figured out how to turn them into flying dreams. perhaps it was the realization that i couldn't really be hurt, that even if i hit bottom, i'd still be fine (this happened a few times). for years after that i had flying dreams, the best of them involving a winged lion i freed from the zoo. he had telepathic powers and was my friend.

over time, though, my flying abilities dwindled. i'd falter, struggle to say aloft, or only be able to manage long, hulk-like low gravity leaps. these days, i don't have either, falling or flying. miss even the worst moments of terror.

Wasnt thata chris walken piece

maybe? he did have a watch in his butt, so anything's possible.

oh, wait, that video. derp.

Nope just imagining him reading it to great effect.

ah, i'm watching the weapon of choice video. so great! i'd completely forgotten.

pretty much anything could be read by christopher walken to great effect. but maybe dreams most of all.

Cmon, " a winged lion *waves hand to indicate wings, mane* i freed, from the zoo. He had telepathic. powers he was. my friend"

i agree completely! read it to myself in walken voice and had a perfect moment. but then i started to think about how christopher walken is great and i love him basically, so i don't want to take credit.

the one lasting remnant of the flying dreams is that i'm often able to traverse stairways by leaping from landing to landing, catching a bannister or pole to slingshot around and fling myself down the next flight without my feet ever touching the ground. like a ape is how. pretty great, though not dependable.

Winged lions? Trips to Hell?

My dreams suddenly feel way too grounded in reality.

Last night I dreamt that I met Beyonce at an appearance she made at the hockey rink in my old hometown. I told her I was really enjoying the parts of her album that I've heard on YouTube.

Kept getting dreams that I was being violently abducted at the end of last week. One of them involved having met Nick Cave in the bar of a rundown middle of nowhere hotel, not sure what that was about.

Rue McClanahan is shopping in a store where I am working. My sister, also there, appears to be very friendly with her and the two spend a good amount of time talking, like the way you might with a favourite aunt or grandparent. None of the other employees seem to recognize Rue McClanahan, or even know who she is. I approach her, expecting her to recognize me. She politely but distantly says “hello” and the two of us inquire about each other’s health.

As my first PhD qualifying exam approaches (exactly a month away tomorrow), my dreams have been getting wacky again. I was talking to one of my colleagues who noted the same thing--she calls them "stress dreams," so I guess I will too. Among the ones from the past week that I can remember, there was one where I was freaking out because I couldn't remember if it was currently 2016 or 2017, and another (pretty standard, I'm guessing) one where I actually went to take the exam and then fell asleep during it. Last night's had me back at my old retail job with a boss I once had (who in real life was fired--technically for incompetence, but really for theft--years ago), and me sneaking out of the store to buy tea and then pretending I had to leave because I was sick when my boss caught me.

They're also causing my sleep to be frequently disrupted during the night, and my having to take naps during the day as a result. I guess I can look forward to another month of this.

i only dream when ive a virus ive realised, though as a kid i had constant and intense dreams, some few recurring.

its become a pretty accurate early warning system tho. always has a numbers/mathematical component. nb i must get the flu jab.

does anyone know anything about trends in dreams such as noted above, the meta of dreaming as it were

uve had viruses u dont realize?

believe it

I often dream about driving without a license. In reality, I don't drive or have a license. The idea of driving makes me very anxious. But I have recurrent dreams where I've been illicitly driving without a license for years. It's always accompanied by tremendous guilt and worry that I'll be caught. I'm always really bad at it too, never able to stay on the road.

I had one of these dreams a few weeks ago, and for the first time I actually got pulled over by the police. That was truly horrifying, especially when I had to confess that I’d been doing this for a long time. I should have known my dream crimes would finally catch up with me.

lol I scrolled back to read some dreams, and one is mine from three years ago that I have no memory of even having, let alone posting to ilx. I haven't had any good weird dreams lately.

Hey I dreamt of rhyming "Icicle" with "Nice and cool"

The problem with my lucid dreaming is that as soon as realisation sets in, the whole dream construct becomes tense and I always start to feel that everything is suddenly tied together with flimsy string and could collapse at any minute. Like last night I dreamt it was snowing in buckets, loving it for one second until I knew I was asleep, because I could feel that 'dream engine' chugging away in the background and the tension just destroyed the scene and I woke up.

My husband and I are in Trump tower, where my husband has somehow managed to arrange an interview with the man himself. I am aware that my husband is planning to ambush Trump with some questions about a bombshell story (I don't recall the details), and as we wait in the meeting room, I am certain that Trump is going to have us killed. I spend some time watching for Trump through the peephole of the door, during which I see him show up and vanish a few times, at one point trying to dodge a wedding party that is leaving one of the other rooms. Finally Trump shows up, sits on the couch with assistant next to us, and my husband starts to ask him his questions, but I keep interrupting with joke questions about the making of Ghosts Can't Do It.

i had a dream that harry anderson was getting people to close their eyes, and then he would touch their eyes.

https://kotaku.com/the-dreams-of-a-man-asleep-for-three-weeks-1833572960

wow. the thought of not being able to wake up from my own ludicrous epic immersive dreams is not a pleasant one.

I’m all alone, making donuts. This snake wearing a vest

Just woke from a stressful dream where a car crash nearly killed my family. Uergh.

just woke from a dream my dad had died!

was just talking with my wife and we both had the same sort of dream - people talk about those dreams where you're suddenly naked and have anxiety about it, but in my dreams it's less of a "oh crap why am i naked" and more of a "dammit i forgot to put on pants again, oh well i'll just stay seated as much as i can and hope nobody notices"

haven't had those dreams in a while and was just remembering them

Just woke from a stressful dream where a car crash nearly killed my family

Yeah that is uergh, and the sort of dream that hangs around with you all day too

Recently all my dreams are just me doing normal day to day things like brushing my teeth. But also noticed a lot of punching people in the face dreams.

I was standing on a pier leaning on a railing. A large dog of some unidentified breed was slowly paddling around in the water not too far away from where I was standing. As I watched it, a woman with a small dachshund puppy walked onto the pier and sat down on the bench next to me, placing the puppy in her lap. The puppy saw the large dog and got very excited, pulling and scrambling until it wriggled out of the woman's clutches and launched itself into the water. It yipped excitedly as it swam up to the big dog, splashing and somehow jumping out of the water, leaping at the big dog's head and back like it wanted to play. The big dog watched it for a little bit, wincing from the splashing water and noise, then suddenly lunged forward as the puppy jumped and snatched it out of midair. It then proceeded to eat the puppy while the woman next to me screamed "NOOOOOOOOO! OH MY GOD! STOP!"

I woke up laughing my ass off.

odd variation on the "back at school, unprepared for exams" dream last night - i remembered, on the actual day of the performance, that i was supposed to play the role of willie loman in the school production of "death of a salesman". i was reflecting, in a state of mounting panic, that i did not have a suitable baggy 1950s-style suit, that i have no experience of acting or knowledge of how it is done (what do you do? do you keep reading the script over & over until you know the whole thing by heart? i can't do that!), also i haven't read the script (was walking along carrying a copy of it) & don't even remember much about the play (saw it 1× w/ my mother when i was a teenager)

was relieved to wake up

I had a dream last night where I explained to someone that when I met a stranger I would often lie to them about my life. And when a stranger asked me what I did for a living I would tell them that I was an underground firefighter. That I mostly worked in cobalt mines miles under the earth and these mines were often under the ocean. I had a highly technical motorcycle prototype that ran on diamonds and I rode under the earth searching for “dragon’s breath” which was the sight of phosphorescent organisms that sparked the cobalt magnetically and created fires. There was a box on my motorcycle that contained a leather fruit snake which, when let loose, would eat the organisms before they could create flames. And then I woke up.