What have you been dreaming about lately?

[MsMary]

Here's a better Tank.

[CovenantJr]

A much less scary Tank. I've never understood why it's called Tank though.

[MsMary]

Me, neither.

But it's good music.

[Kaydene]

I know. It's not like I've even been playing Left 4 Dead that much, and I hadn't played it that day. I finally woke up when there was nowhere left for me to run. Eek.

That sounds terrible. Sometimes I'll do that with a video game I've started, but only the first few weeks. Today, we were playing Pictionary where I work and the kids were drawing Stitch from Lilo and Stitch (and, can I just say that "Stitch" is an f'ed up name for a cartoon character unless he looks like this:
)

Anyway, they were drawing Stitch, but it was sort of tooth-and-claw. I can predict this will be the monster chasing me around my nightmares tonight.

[RoomToGrow]

Thought Id share on this subject, it is something I know a little about in reference to myself. See, I am the Alpha when it comes to knowing everything about knowing nothing. So here goes.
For real what are dreams really? Mankind does not know, nor will we ever for certain. What I have found about dreams for sure, for starters..neva listen to man regarding interpretation and meaning. Always resort to your inner self and believe only those answers.
Also there are different kinds of dreams for me. Sure, there are those dreams I have of my future, which seem to happen regularly and are a part of my every day life. But then there are those dreams that are spiritual. These dreams I believe are a gift from the master creator to each and every one of us who will recognize them for what they are. Appreciate them and keep them close to the heart. These dreams are of a certain texture and color and scent. There is no mistaking these dreams and for sure they are the most visual and spiritual in meaning, leaving me confident in the message as well as the sender. With this topic comes to mind the few dreams I have experienced that contain angelic spirits. Only one dream contained the adversary, and yea, I recall that one often.

There is the topic of the reoccurring dream that comes to pass in the distant future. I have only had one of these. My twin bro and I were running from a figure that looks like that hooded guy of death, every detail was complete right down to his hook knife thingy. This evil dude chased us into a small square room inlaid with fine wood and only one four legged table in the center also made of inlaid fine wood. We felt no other choice but to run into this room and hide under the small cutting board like table. This figure entered behind us through the only open doorway, walked around the table, reached down and took my brother. I began to fight and give forceful resistance just to wake in a puddle of sweat screaming. Three times I had that dream. Yes, he did take my brother soon afterward.
There are many other types of dreams as well, but I am sure this post is already way too long.
I have tried to journal my dreams. A constant feeling of resistance to writing these things down haunted me while I was writing, leading me to put the pen down and keep a log in my mind only. So far this has worked for me. I wish I could successfully write them, but then again, what good would they be for?~Room

[Shuram Gudatetris]

Last night I had a neat dream.

I was a child of about seven or eight and I was playing with a group of kids. We were just running around acting like maniacs in a house. Well, I thought of a neat idea to hide from them (maybe we were playing hide and seek? I don't know). In my dream there were these devices that were common for adults to use: a small handheld electronic device with a single button on it; you press the button, and it phases you just slightly out of sync with space/time; adults used them to smoke cigarettes, because in the future, cigarette smoke in the air will be illegal, so one uses this device in order to smoke without disrupting other people's breathing environments.

Well, this child-me grabbed one of those devices and used it to hide, and my dog was near me, so he was phased out with me. I went over and leaned against the wall. Somehow, the spot where i decided to lean was positioned with the wall next to it in just a certain way, that the electrical wiring between the two walls created an electromagnetic field which paralyzed me because of the nature of the device I was using to phase myself out. I was stuck in that position for a very long time . . . until the power went out on the house, thus freeing me from the magnetic field.

Because I had been stuck for so long, the batteries in my device had gone dead. Without the device functioning, I was unable to de-phase myself. I was doomed to be stuck that way for eternity.....You see, because I was phased out, the free radicals which cause aging didn't affect me, so it was truly an eternity ahead of me.

Well, then in my dream, it was suddenly twenty years later, and I was no longer the boy who got phased out, but rather that boy's brother. I had just moved in across the street from the house I lived in as a boy. I looked out my window toward the house I had lived in as a child. I could see trees reflected off the glass of one of the windows. As I looked at the trees, I realized I could also see through the reflection and into the house. Inside the house through the window, I could see a ghost-image of the dog I had had as a boy, and I realized that the dog was still alive even though it had disappeared twenty years ago along with my brother. Something about the photons bouncing back and forth across the glass allowed me to see the dog, even though it was slightly out of phase. Then I realized that my brother was still alive, too.

Upon that realization, I awoke.

[Krazy Kat]

Good posts above
SG your dream can almost be a short story from Gene Wolfe


I had the strangest dream last night. I was sitting on the setee and Roger Waters was sat opposite in the armchair. We didn't say anything and it was surprising that he was looking more nervous than me. Eventually I thought of something to say, but before I can utter a word someone who I haven't seen in many a long year suddenly shows up and sees Mr. Waters. His jaw drops and he starts to stutter - Do you know who you are...your R...Roger Wa..Waters...- then he flops into the other armchair. Still stuttering he tells Waters how much he loves The Dark Side of the Moon, which starts going on and on and on. So I say - What about, Atom Heart Mother! - but its DSOTM this and DSOTM that, on and on and...I try again, - What about, Obscured by Clouds! But its no use, he's going through the whole track list.

I see a wooden box under the coffee table and I open it and find inside a Magnum Revolver.
The guy I haven't seen in many long years is still blabbering on and on and on, so I stand next to him and point the gun at his head, but he pays no attention to me. So I pull the trigger.
He jumps back in the chair and gapes at me, - What did you do that for? - he yells. Then its back to DSOTM again. So I fire the gun again. This goes on till the gun is empty. There were only six blanks in the box.

Then me and Roger Waters take the ear plugs out of our ears and get up to leave. I open an imaginary window while Waters is opening an imaginary door. Where you going? - he says to me. I have one leg over the imaginary window sill. I'm going this way - I say. He points to the imaginary door, so I comply. As I walk past him, he cuffs me jokingly around the back of the head and says in a droll attempt at a Scottish accent - Yi do as yir told, laddie!
The guy I havn't seen in many a long year starts to follow us, but Roger Waters pretends to lock the imaginary door with an imaginary key. He tells the guy I haven't seen in many a long year, that he wants him to stay there and to keep an eye on the acoustic guitar that is propped up next to the telly. Then we cross the park to where the trucks have arrived.

There's cables and lights and all sorts of equipment strewn about, and dozens of roadies are busy setting up the stage. We find another set of armchairs and setee and someone brings us cups of coffee. Then the other guy shows up again carrying the acoustic guitar, and sits on the setee. Roger Waters takes from his coat pocket a small paper packet and unfolds it. It contains a white powder. You better take this - he says - It will ease your headache. He also hands me a pen and I have to sign for it on the piece of paper.
And so this goes on for an hour or two. After swallowing yet another powder I find I can no longer write my name and so doodle a few scrawls and squiggles. The guy I haven't seen in many a long year is flat out on the floor trying to write his name on his forehead. I turn to Roger Waters to say something but it isn't him any more, it's Dr. Prunesquallor, grinning from ear to ear. His eyes dance like goldfish in their bowls and he tells me I should 'scarper' for a little while.

As I'm leaving the park and onto the main road I look back. Two men in white coats are bundling the guy into the back of a their van.

The sun is shining and its a lovely warm autumn day and I find myself persuading a beautiful leggy blonde to come for a walk in the park. Then I'm talking to another girl, and she also agrees to come to the park, but only if I buy her fish'n'chips. So we find a chippy and get something to eat, but before we leave I've somehow talked the women over the counter to join us.
The four of us make our way back to the park and through the crowds to the side of the stage. The girls agree to come up onto the stage with me, except Loretta, she will only go up if we give her some more to eat. So after collecting Mars Bars, Crisps, Fruit Gums and a packets of mints from the roadies I give the girls their instructions - Just go, do wop...do waddie waddie...shoo wop...be do! - the girls nod their head, except Loretta who's opening the a bag of crisps while trying not to drop the rest of her stuff.

Then we are all clambering up the steps and I'm thinking it will be great to see Rick Wright, but then something catches my eye. Its a picture book laying open on the grass beneath the steps. I have to have it. Something tells me it's important. As I reach down and pick up the book I remember seeing it before...and as I rack my mind to remember...I wake up.

I did say it was a wierd dream.

[StevieG]

Amazing dreams! SG, sounds like a nightmare ...

KK, excellent and strange - sounds like it had potential to go in many different directions...

[Shuram Gudatetris]

Krazy Kat, cool dream. Did you ever figure out what the book was? If not, try thinking about the book and dream before you go to sleep. I love it when dreams try to convey a message. Very cool stuff!

[stonemaybe]

I'm getting a bit freaked out by a theme that's recurred in my dreams for the last three nights.



This is an eye drop used to treat glaucoma. Why the hell would it even show up in my dreams even once??????

[aliantha]

<reaches for her dream dictionary> What's the context, Stone?

[Savor Dam]

Dreams love puns.

Glaucoma (IIRC) is a malady where the internal pressure in the eyeball is wrong.

Are you under an unusual amount of pressure lately?

[aliantha]

Exactly what I was thinking of, SD -- the pun possibility. Either something about pressure, or something about eyes dropping, or a play on the drug's name, or...

[stonemaybe]

*shrug* the context was different each time, but each time the xalatan was important in some way.

As for pressure, my work is always a pressure, recently no more so than normal though. (and I do deal with xalatan every day, but only as one medication in a thousand)

Eyes: yes I do have eye issues but they're not new and if anything have been getting better recently.

But last night was xalatan-free so hopefully this dream episode is over!

[Damelon]

I have an alarm clock that can be set to different sounds. I set mine to the sound of the gates coming down at a rail crossing.

Well, I dreamed this morning that I was a in the passenger seat of a car crossing over train tracks. As I looked out the side window I saw a freight train coming at me. I yelled at the driver to watch it, then I jumped out of the car. I found myself crossing sets of tracks like in a rail yard, dodging trains, yet it was dark, in a building like where the platforms at Union Station in Chicago, save there were no platforms. Anyway, I dodged to the end of the tracks and came to an open doorway that had a board nailed across it about waist high and in the background a river. I ducked under the board, then woke up to the alarm and the sound of thunder.

I guess I'll change the alarm back to the blender that I had it on before. It's annoying, but I didn't incorporate it into my dreams.

[Shuram Gudatetris]

Chuck Norris walked into my house and asked me if I knew Dennis Le Brown. I told him that I didn't. He didn't seem to believe me. He was my landlord and told me I had two months to move out of my house because he wan't going to let me live here anymore (some trailer house). I told him that I didn't know what he had heard or who thought Dennis Le Brown had come to my house, but it wasn't true: I had never even heard of the guy.

Then his attitude changed. He wasn't my landlord anymore, he was Walker, Texas Ranger. He said that I was in trouble, and he was trying to help me. He said to get out of my house as soon as possible and stay somewhere else for a few days, and then come back and get my stuff. He told me to just trust him and do as he asked, it was for my own safety. Then he left and went to a trailer across the trailer park, continuing his search.

I followed him outside, and there were a whole bunch of other cops outside, the ones that wear blue uniforms. One of them started walking towards me. He had thinning hair, glasses, and a moustache, blackish hair, turning gray. I thought he wanted to ask me a few more questions about Dennis Le Brown, but the look on his face made me feel uncomfortable. But then another cop yelled, "hey Dennis!" and a look of surprise came on his face and he suddenly changed direction and started walking away from both me and the other cop. That other cop kept yelling "Hey Dennis! Hey Dennis!" But he kept walking away.

I looked around for Chuck, because i wanted to tell him that Dennis was lurking about, but he was too far way to hear me yell for him. So I decided I better take his advice and get the hell out. I went into my house and kept trying to get a bag ready and leave, but my door kept coming open, and I had to stop what I was doing so that I could stop my cat from getting outside.

Next thing I knew I was in my bedroom laying on my bed, and a man had drawn a snowflake pattern on my wall in red (blood?). It was magic that controlled me, made me paralyzed. This man didn't look like the Dennis I had seen earlier, but I knew it was the guy that Chuck had tried to warn me about. I knew I was probably going to die. I don't remember if Dennis did anything to me or not, but he walked away and the spell was broken. But somebody else was in my room with me (I cant remeber who now) and I started talking to that person instead of getting off my bed. Dennis came back and elaborated on his snowflake design, resuming the paralysis spell.

Then he did something bad to me (I cant remember now what it was but it seems to me that it was bloody and torturous, definitely blood involved). He walked way again, but this time the spell didn't break, it only weakened. I could barely move. My head was heavy and my vision was upside down, I felt very disoriented and weak. But I KNEW he was going to kill me the third time he came back and I thought to myself, "I know Chuck said I was helpless against this guy, but damn it, when he comes back, I'll be damned if I am just going to lay here and let him kill me....I am going to get on my feet and face him like a man!" and even though it was really hard, I forced myself to move, it was slow at first. but i managed to get my feet over my head and started to roll backward off my bed. I got to my feet and there were now two people in the room with me (cant remember who they were now, but neither was Dennis). I started drawing on the snowflake pattern myself and then I woke up.




Sorry for typos and errors. I just woke up from this dream, still groggy, no glasses on (i cant even see screen). I will try to come back later to fix mistajes.

**Edited to improve readability.

[Cagliostro]

The other night, I drempt that I was at a Halloween party with high school friends I haven't seen for years, and David Bowie was there. He asked me to slap his face, so I did, and then he asked me to slap it harder, and I did. Then he planted a strong kiss my lips. And then, as dreams do, I was captured by guerillas.

I'm still puzzling over that one.

[aliantha]

Hmm. First thing that comes to mind is sexual confusion left over from high school. And guerrillas could equal gorillas. ("Gorilla my dreams"?) But I'm no expert....

[Cagliostro]

Hmm. First thing that comes to mind is sexual confusion left over from high school. And guerrillas could equal gorillas. ("Gorilla my dreams"?) But I'm no expert....

Actually, the guerrillas I can explain away by the fact that I've been watching the last season of Soap. It is amazing how bad it is compared with the first couple seasons. And the majority of the Tate's have left the show. Amazingly, all of the Campbells are still around.

And the high schools friends in my dream were all females, so no sexual confusion there. They were Bowie worshippers, so that element fit.

[danlo]

David Bowie was there. He asked me to slap his face, so I did, and then he asked me to slap it harder, and I did. Then he planted a strong kiss my lips

Spoiler

Sounds like the beginning of AATE!