What have you been dreaming about lately?

[Cagliostro]

I had nearly the same experience in June, but I wasn't dreaming.

[Wyldewode]

I'm missing the people from SF Seafest.

And my dreams have been rather unremarkable, aside from the one with me milking a fish (it had a udder!).

[CovenantJr]

Someone I know was outside a pub. Fascinating.

[Cameraman Jenn]

Was he peeing on you too?

[CovenantJr]

She. And no. As far as I remember, she was just standing and holding a drink.

[Cameraman Jenn]

So she was filling up her bladder to get ready to pee on you and you just woke up too soon?

[CovenantJr]

I think Lynsey's far too short to pee on my head as long as I remain standing.

[Cameraman Jenn]

BUT if she stood on a fencepost much like the chicken who pantsed you it's possible.

[Auleliel]

[JazFusion]

Man, I've been having crazy weird dreams lately. I've had like, 10 of Heath Ledger ever since he passed away and one where Tay Zonday wanted to collab with me on a different version of Chocolate Rain? Crazy. My subconscious is trying to tell me I'm drowning in the deep end.

[Auleliel]

This weekend I had two very violent dreams, and several less remarkable dreams.
Friday night I dreamt that I was a king and the castle was under siege. I somehow had information that led me to believe that an entire family on a nearby estate was about to be brutally murdered, and I could do nothing to help them. Then my council (which I had trusted completely until this point, and which I considered to be made up of people I called friends) turned on me and shot me in the face and torso with scores of arrows. Instead of being afraid or angry or in pain, I felt an intense sadness. When I wake up (in the middle of the night) I am still sad, and stay sad until I fall back asleep.
Saturday night I dreamt that I knew a teenage girl who was a sociopath and who wanted to kill a bunch of people, and nobody would believe me. I tried to escape from her with two of my sisters and somebody who was either a very small baby or a very old woman who was senile (throughout the dream it switched back and forth between the two). To escape from the crazy girl we had to jump off a very small cliff (maybe 20 feet high) into a lake and swim across it in the middle of the night to a group of houses where we were hoping to hide. I had to keep the old woman afloat and try to calm her down (she was paranoid and thought I was trying to hurt her instead of save her) and swim across the lake all at the same time, and my sisters kept talking loudly. I tried to get them to be quiet so I could tell if the crazy girl was following us (she was) and so that she would have a harder time following us (she didn't). She got to the house we were aiming for before we did and told the homeowner all sorts of lies about us, so we had to go to a house just across the inlet from the one we had been aiming for (now I was carrying an infant instead of an old woman). We go into the house and a middle-aged woman is there. She wants to help us but is terrified of something. I ask to use her phone to call 911, and the phone is one of those old-fashioned things that hangs on the wall with the earpiece separate, and I have to ask the operator to connect me. Before I get connected, the doorbell rings. I look out the window, and a man dressed as a cop is at the door. I ask to see his badge or ID, and he refuses to let me see them, so I know he isn't really a cop. He wants to come in, and I know that if he gets in something terrible will happen. He then shoves a package through the door, and I know that it's really a package bomb meant to kill me so they can kidnap the baby, so I shove it back through the door, and only part of it goes through. The other part of it is still in the house, and I know that it is the part with a bomb in it. An 8-year-old boy is sitting on a step inside the house near the door, and I know he is the son of the "cop", and that his mother is now outside with the "cop". I shove the rest of the box through the door, and the "cop" starts to open it. I shout at the boy to run to the other side of the house, and I grab the baby and turn around into the corner of the hallway, away from the bomb. The bomb goes off, and I'm hit in the back and head with a bunch of debris, but I know the baby is unharmed. I start to pass out, and somebody walks by and takes the baby away, and I know this person is not supposed to have the baby. I wake up some time later, and know that the middle-aged woman whose house I went into has been taking care of me and that I'm on the mend from my various minor injuries from the explosion. I also know that somebody went and rescued the baby and gave the baby to the right people. I don't know what happened to the boy, the "cop" and his wife, or my sisters. The middle-aged woman is no longer terrified, and her house seems mostly undamaged (or has been repaired since the explosion). I wake up with a sore back.
Usually when my dreams are this strange and violent it is under the influence of caffeine or a headache or some other odd condition. None of these conditions were present this weekend, so I am at a complete loss as to where they came from. The subconscious mind is a strange being indeed.

[Cameraman Jenn]

Those are some pretty intense dreams.

[Auleliel]

Yeah, I'm still kind of shaken by the second one, and it's the second day since I dreamt it.

[Cameraman Jenn]

I dreamed that I had the "midas" touch but everything I touched would die instead of turn to gold. It started with me watering my plants and them still withering and dying. As I tried to figure it out I called Heatherly to help and she came over and I hugged her and she hugged me back and then told me she was dying of aids. I comforted myself by hugging the Moo and then we went for a walk and some junkie hit me in the face and picked Moo up and ran away with him and I was devastated so I came home and called my sister and she told me she had cancer so I asked her if she had told our parents yet and she said she hadn't because both had virulent forms of alzheimers and parkinsons. I woke up crying. I think I need to stop watching Law and Order online. Although I think part of it stems from the fact that I am worried about my friend who is having some major surgery. I'll be there to help and I am sure it will be fine but I am also going to miss a friend's wedding my being there. Guilt over that is probably playing a major factor in that dream.

[Auleliel]

[Cameraman Jenn]

Thanks. I needed that hug.

[CovenantJr]

My main dream last night was a little odd, though not as much so as some I've had. I was staying in a bungalow with some other people (either family or friends, and I don't think I lived there myself). For reasons that evaporated after I awoke, a man with a 1970s/1980s sitcom mullet and a blue denim shirt was running very swiftly and quietly in erratic circles around the outside of the bungalow. We all knew he was there, and that he was dangerous, but none of us could intercept him to stop him getting in because as soon as he saw someone through one of the many windows, he changed his route and sped off around the bungalow in the opposite direction. I seemed to be the only person with the presence of mind to stay low and use cover to conceal myself, though it was difficult, due to the suddenness with which he often appeared at the windows. More often than not, I caught only a glimpse of his head as he vanished from sight after spotting me. I didn't have a weapon either, so I wasn't sure how to tackle him if I did manage to catch him, but I soon found a car aerial lying around and decided to use that. Eventually I succeeded in catching this man just outside one of the exterior doors, and I whipped him repeatedly about the face and head with the aerial. Then something changed, day was suddenly night, and I was on my back on the ground, with him leaning over me, about to kill me. At that point, I realised the aerial had snapped, so it now had a jagged and sharp end, which I used to gouge the man's cheek. As he reeled, I leapt up.

This is where it gets strange. As I pressed my advantage, the man brandished a DVD case at me and the other people (who had followed me outside when I launched my first attack) and began bitterly criticising the film as some kind of offence to the entire human race, and this appeared to be his justification for wanting to kill us. I took the DVD case from him, and held it up so everyone could see the cover. The top half was white, the bottom half was black and somewhat reflective, and there were three people: one older man, maybe De Niro; one younger man, who looked somewhat like Di Caprio; one woman, who wasn't a real person as far as I recall. The two men seemed to be in white dress uniform (older man with a cap, younger man without) and the woman was dressed in 1920s-style ballgown-y stuff. I asked the mulleted killer, rhetorically, if the older, established and respected actor had done terrible things in this film. 'No,' I answered for him. What about the younger actor, just starting out and trying to make a name for himself? No, nothing wrong there either. So what about the woman, at the peak of her career? She, too, has only done her job as an actress. 'What's wrong with this film,' I said, 'is this.' Then I held the DVD case up to the killer's face in such a way that he saw himself reflected in the black lower half of the cover. He screamed horribly and recoiled, then fell and tumbled backwards, over and over, across a lake (that wasn't there earlier) until he crashed into a pig sty on the opposite shore, where he collided with the resident pig and the two merged into one man with a pig head and pig trotters for hands and feet.

This pig bit sounds quite silly and cartoony, but it was actually very disturbing. The killer's pig features were almost comically exaggerated - very pink and round and almost squishy looking - but this just made it worse, somehow. And the half-human, half-pig squeals of self-loathing and fresh insanity in the wake of his transformation, combined with my own horror at being responsible for doing this to another person, alarmed and sickened me sufficiently to wake me up.

[CovenantJr]

Dreamed I got a parking ticket.

[Ki]

When I came back home from Philadelphia, I took a nap and Nathan woke me up b/c I was sobbing in my sleep. I had dreamed that there had been a depression and we had this little house that we had managed to keep. And we made it through that hard time though still not at the same level as before the depression. I dreamt that my oldest son didn't want to live with us anymore and that Malik didn't love me anymore. I lost everything that mattered.

[lurch]

Its been a long time since I remembered a dream,,but last nite this one woke me up and hence the remembrance: I was poking my finger thru the ceiling of my house made paper thin due to an infestation of termites. It began to fall apart like old weathered newspaper, flakes snowing all round me. I saw it in slo motion exaggerated 3d effect. Why I woke is beyond me,except to say the way the whole ceiling separated and deteriorated was like a special effect,,and maybe my conscious wanted me to remember it.