What have you been dreaming about lately?

[The Dreaming]

I had a very bittersweet dream last night. The girl I fell in love with in high school (but could never tell her, she had a boyfriend) and I just had a prolonged embrace. For about ten minutes I just held her head to my chest and she listened to my heart flutter. Pleasant but painful at the same time.

[Gadget nee Jemcheeta]

Painful on waking....

Waking Life, Good Movie


Yeah, I have this reoccuring dream with my exgirlfriend from highschool, in it we are friends and getting along... which is funny because she wants me dead.

Actually, when my current gf and I broke up, before we got back together, I had the same dreams.... it's like my subconscious just couldn't get the drift.

Ugh.

[CovenantJr]

Last night, I had a dream about being in the Wicker Man (the film). Well, I was actually there just after the closing scene, and I was looking at the remains of the wicker man itself (just the legs, really) and there was a corpse there, among the wreckage

[Gadget nee Jemcheeta]

Did you guys ever have a dream that was a nightmare, had the nightmare urgency and terror, and yet nothing scary was going on in the dream at all?

[CovenantJr]

I can't say I have, no

[[Syl]]

Yeah. For some reason I had to jump over a dead ox. I don't know why, but it was the scariest dream I ever had.

[Gadget nee Jemcheeta]

Thanks! I feel a bit less crazy now... I think that if we knew enough about dream symbolism, that would make more sense. I saw this big yellow sign with a sillouette of a Dog on it, and totally flipped.

[Edge]

Yeah. For some reason I had to jump over a dead ox. I don't know why, but it was the scariest dream I ever had.

Apparently, in dreams, "To see a dead ox is a sign of bereavement."

[[Syl]]

Hmmm

[Myste]

I think it's how dreams make you feel more than what you actually dream about. The "Nameless Dread" dream is definitely the worst--it almost makes sense that nothing scary is happening, but you're scared anyway--what could be more nameless a fear than death? Tucked away in the subconscious, underneath all the stuff we do everyday, the general mediocre busy-ness of living, is the awareness that it's all going to stop one day, and we don't know what (if anything) will come after.

Yikes. Sorry about that. Here's Furls' dream about Isaiah again. It makes me feel better.

I had a beautiful dream about Isaiah. He was sitting high in a tree watching a family of birds. I called up to him, "don't fall!" And he looked down at me and said.

"I won't fall, I can fly."

[ChoChiyo]

I have bizarre, extremely detailed dreams. There is no way any dream analysis book could help me! The symbols must all be completely personal.

I live in a very old house (about 100 years or so). It has old fashioned forced air heat registers. I dreamed one night that I was in my dining room and I heard a deep, gravelly, demonic voice coming up from the basement through the register, "Come down," it said. "Come down."

I thought, "What the HELL is that?"

So I went to the head of the basement stairs and opened the door. Of course. Who wouldn't go and open the basement door if they heard a demonic voice from below inviting them to "come down"?

Well, my entire basement was full of large, old fashioned chest-type freezers, and they were sliding and moving all over the basement, banging into each other like bumper cars. The basement was filled with an eerie diffused greenish light.

The second I opened the basement door, that scary voice started ranting, faster and faster, "COMEDOWN, COMEDOWN, COMEDOWN!"

I said, "Like Hell, I will!" And I slammed the basement door and tried to call 911--but in my dreams, 911 never works. It's like you can hear random conversations which don't make any sense at all--or like the phone has been disconnected.

Then, this young girl comes into my house and for some reason, goes directly to the basement door and proceeds to fall down the steps. The demonic freezers all lunge toward her, and I can see that she is wedged between two of them. She isn't dead, but she is definitely hurt bad, and she is looking up at me with eyes that say, "HELP!"

And I think, "You dumb kid, I told you to stay away from there!" But, I get a very bad, sinking feeling in my chest because I KNOW I have to save her--it's my responsibility. I can't just leave her.

So I start down the steps and try to grab her hand and pull her up. The frenzied voice is going on and on, encouraging me to "comedowncomedowncomedown."

I was able to get ahold of the girl's hand and pull her out, but she was limp and lifeless--but not dead. I took her out to my car because (of course) 911 wouldn't work! My intention was to drive her to the hospital.

But when I was out in my car, feeling terrified, I was suddenly overwhelmed with fury. I started swearing like a sailor, stomped back into my house and started screaming, "THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU GET OUT OF HERE! GET OUT! GET OUT!"

And I stomped through the entire house slamming doors and ranting and raving like a lunatic.

Things got really quiet in the basement.

Then I woke up.

I think I might have scared the demons away....

I can be quite scary when I get mad....

[Iryssa]

I don't think I've had a dream that scary for a while...
I wish I could remember what I was dreaming about last night. It had something to do with a camp song, my mom, a yard that looked suspiciously like the one my neighbors had when I lived in Calgary, and digging. I think my mom was mad at me for some reason...that's all I remember. It was kinda boring as far as my dreams go, anyway.

A few nights ago, my boyfriend had a dream that we were talking on the phone and he fell asleep (in the dream) and dropped the phone, which made it hang up on me. So, he woke up (in real life) and called me back *smile* it was the sweetest thing ever.

[CovenantJr]

I had a peculiar dream a few minutes ago. I was in the middle of a housing estate at night, on a hill, and I was near my car. I went to get in the car, but some hairy, bearded man accosted me. I hurried into the car, and he tried to open the door after me; I tried to start the engine, but couldn't find my key. This process repeated several times, starting from scratch on each occasion. At some point, the car window became open. After this had happened several times, a friend of mine showed up and yelled at the hairy man. Courage bolstered by the presence of my friend, I got out of the car and joined in the yelling. At that point, my friend found out what the hairy bloke had been doing, and decided it was ok. I had enough time to worry that I had enraged the hairy man, before it reset and started again. This time, the hairy bloke brought an equally hairy woman to help him. I quickly got in the car, panicking quite badly now, still couldn't find my key, so rocked vigorously in the seat until the car rolled backwards off the kerb, mowing down the two hairy people. The car rolled swiftly down the hill and out onto a country lane, where it became a horse, and I overtook a tractor.

[ChoChiyo]

Dream of a Black Dog.

I used to teach migrant school--this was a summer school, where the children of migrant farm laborers (mostly from Texas and almost exclusively Hispanic) came. It was 2 parts day care to 1 part skill building to 2 parts fun. I taught the 6-9th graders. They were pistols!

I loved them!

Anyhow--I dreamed one night that three of my little girls and I were driving to Winona, and for some crazed reason, I was letting Carolina and Yolanda drive my car (which would have been insane, since they were both about 12 at the time.) I sat in the back seat with another little girl, whose name I can't recall at this time.

To get to Winona, you have to go down some steep and winding roads through bluffs to get to the river valley. The real thing is steep and narrow and tree-lined, but the dream road was narrower, gravel, and so dense with trees that they made a dreary canopy over the road.

Carolina, who was driving at the time, got scared and didn't want to drive any more, so I told her to pull over to the side and I would take over. Well, as she pulled over to the side, she bumped into a small black puppy. It didn't die, but it lay on the side of the road and looked hurt.

Well, I always feel responsible to deal with everything in my dreams, so I took the dog into the car and was holding it in the passenger side of the front seat. Yolanda took over driving.

As I held the dog, I got a sense of wrongness from it. I don't know how to explain it--it was at a spiritual level. I just knew this dog was not what it seemed to be--and touching it made me feel unclean. So, I told Yolanda to pull over, and i set the dog on the side of the road and told Yolanda to drive on.

Behind us, I saw the dog tumble down the side of the bluff--I hadn't thrown it, just laid it down. I felt guilty for putting something hurt out like that, but it just felt--malevolent, I guess, is the best term I can come up with for it.

Any way, soon Yolanda started screaming. There was t hat dog in the middle of the road right in front of us--only it was now HUGE--about the size of a Shetland pony. It blocked the narrow road and wouldn't move.

The feeling of malevolence and wrongness just intensified. So, I told Yolanda, "Run it over if you have to."

Well, she was screeching and crying and couldn't do it. I told her to let me drive. She started climbing over the back of the front seat to get into the backseat, and the dog leaped up on the hood of the car. Now all three of the girls were shrieking and carrying on.

I got impatient with them and told them that the dog could not get into the car. Just to sit quietly and refrain from opening doors or windows, and it would get sick of us and go away.

The dog had red eyes. He leered at me through the windshield and pressed his forehead against the glass. I thought the dog was stupid--possibly rabid. I intended to slid over to the drivers side and back up really fast so it would lose its footing and fly off the hood. But the dog's head started to press right through the glass--not breaking the glass--just coming through it, as if it were a thick liquid polymer rather than glass.

Its tongue was lolling out, and all the while it seemed to be laughing at us.

It had a big square jaw and very long, sharp, white teeth.

As its head actually began to enter the car itself, I pushed it back with all my strength, but it just kept coming.

That, I think, was the scariest, creepiest dream I've ever had.

I've never looked at big black dogs the same since!

[dANdeLION]

I dream of having my own bed.

[Loredoctor]

I dream of Jeanie

[ChoChiyo]

Last night, I dreamed of Mandaly....

[The Leper Fairy]

... I quickly got in the car, panicking quite badly now, still couldn't find my key, so rocked vigorously in the seat until the car rolled backwards off the kerb, mowing down the two hairy people. The car rolled swiftly down the hill and out onto a country lane, where it became a horse, and I overtook a tractor.

That's the funniest dream I've ever heard!

[CovenantJr]

[Myste]

I had a dream last night that I was being interviewed for the job of Colin-Firth-as-Mr.-Darcy's girlfriend. He was sitting in a frock coat and breeches next to a cheap pine table, and he had a clipboard in his hand. He made me open my mouth so he could inspect my teeth, which were full of cavities. I promised him I would go to the dentist and he nodded brusquely and said I might do. Then I woke up.

I was rather hoping that if I dreamt of Colin-Firth-as-Mr.-Darcy I'd at least be wearing a gorgeous dressm, but noooo. I get the one where he inspects my teeth. Gah.