What have you been dreaming about lately?
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This morning my flat mate woke me up because I'd borrowed her EFTPOS card and left it in the pocket of my jeans. I was sleeping naked, so I checked the duvet covered the important bits, and told her where on my floor to find my jeans with the card in them. She was kinda pissed off, I think she had to walk all the way back from the dairy.
Then I fell asleep again and pretty much I dreamed an episode of Black Books was happening inside my flat. I was myself, but definitely cast in the Manny role. Bernard Black was as he appears on the show, and royally pissed at me. I was naked. "I'm naked!" I yelled as he approached menacingly. "You can't hit a naked guy! It's against the law!" Bernard stopped and glowered at me. "Yes I see your point," he muttered. "Hurry up and put some pants on, so I can hit you." (Notice that my subconscious went so far as to put the correct British vocab in; we'd say underpants or undies.) So I found my undies on the floor, and started to reluctantly put them on. As soon as I got one leg through, Bernard lunged as if to punch me. I tripped over my undies, fell over and hit my head. Bernard grinned his sadistic little grin, and I woke up.
Then I fell asleep again and pretty much I dreamed an episode of Black Books was happening inside my flat. I was myself, but definitely cast in the Manny role. Bernard Black was as he appears on the show, and royally pissed at me. I was naked. "I'm naked!" I yelled as he approached menacingly. "You can't hit a naked guy! It's against the law!" Bernard stopped and glowered at me. "Yes I see your point," he muttered. "Hurry up and put some pants on, so I can hit you." (Notice that my subconscious went so far as to put the correct British vocab in; we'd say underpants or undies.) So I found my undies on the floor, and started to reluctantly put them on. As soon as I got one leg through, Bernard lunged as if to punch me. I tripped over my undies, fell over and hit my head. Bernard grinned his sadistic little grin, and I woke up.
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I dreamt that I was taking a night course in literature, and the course was being taught in my old 7th grade classroom, by my 7th grade homeroom teacher. We were taking a test, and the lighting was so horrible I was having difficulty reading the questions. Imagine shining a spotlight at a mobile of mirrors in an otherwise dark room--the light is strongest in a direct path from the spotlight, with patches of bright light from the reflection off the mirrors, and everywhere else is dim or dark. That was the quality of the light in the room. I struggled to read the first question, and caught the words "In which Covenant book.... ....Rainbow.... ...resolution...". I thought to myself A test about the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant? With all the time I've spent on Kevin's Watch in the past few years, I should ace this thing. If only I could read the darn questions! I looked at a few more questions, and couldn't really read them, but I caught enough words from enough questions to confirm that it was, indeed, a test about TCoTC. I tried moving my paper around to get enough of it in the sliver of light that was available to me, but it was still quite impossible to read the entirety of any one question. I was rather frustrated, especially because I wanted to take the test and do well on it.
Now, I know I've complained (rather a lot, probably) here on Kevin's Watch, but in RL I really try to avoid confrontations with authority figures, unless I already have developed a comfortable relationship with that person and know how they will react to such things as complaints and disagreements. I tend to be rather passive unless there is some sort of emergency. Also, my 7th grade homeroom teacher (the person administering the test) had a tendency to be rather unreasonable and cross. I got along well with her, mainly because I always did what I was supposed to be doing and kept out of the way, but I know of several instances in which she has punished people for insignificant things, or things they had little control over.
So I did not relish talking to her about my inability to read the test. I finally worked up enough courage to go up to her and ask if I could sit in a different seat (apparently there were assigned seats in this class), and she said no (well, she said a great deal more than that, but I don't remember what it was--I believe it was mostly condescending in nature). I started explaining why I desired a different seat, and indicating a few recently vacated seats with better lighting (those lucky students were where the light was brightest and had already finished their tests), and she interrupted me with another no, and basically told me to sit down and shut up and take the test. I got really angry, and snapped on her, and went into a tirade about the lighting and her policies and my frustration with her, and I essentially told her to f*** off (except I didn't use those exact words--f*** is not in my working vocabulary). She told me to leave, and I wanted to take the test with me, because I was interested in the test and wanted to know what the darn questions were! Of course, she wouldn't let me take the test out of the room, so I crumpled it up into a tiny ball and PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! I don't know why I did this, but in my mind, that's about as disrespectful a thing as I could have done in that situation (I won't mention the much more disrespectful things that other people could have done--I couldn't do such things, I wouldn't even know how). I then stalked out of the room, spat out the test, and put it in my pocket. I left the school building and was standing in the parking lot (which, for a dream, looked remarkably like the real thing).
Now, all of what happened in the previous paragraph is rather contrary to my usual character and behavior, so I naturally was rather in shock at what had occurred and at what I had said and done. I was hot, and sweating, and weak in the knees (I could barely walk), and I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato. I then ran into my high school crush (who I never told about the crush, because he was going to be a priest, and is actually currently in seminary--and because about 50 other girls also had crushes on him, and we were a rather small class in high school--less than 100 people total in my graduating class). I'm pretty sure he thought I was drunk. I certainly might as well have been. I tried to explain what happened, but I could barely string three words together. I was also hyperventilating a bit. He was very patient with me and he gave me some advice (I forget what it was, but in the dream I thought it was rather good) and told me to breathe. He then either offered me a ride home or to let me sleep in his car (I don't really know which--I never hear things clearly in dreams--my brain just tells me what people said, I don't "hear" them--in any case he said something about the car). He still thought I was drunk.
I didn't mind, I kind of wanted to "sleep it off" anyway.
I then had a few other crazy dreams. In one of them, I was imprisoned in a tower with Rapunzel (recent Disney version, post-haircut) and a rather small giant. We had offended the king or some such nonsense, and we wanted to escape, because I guess the king wasn't very nice to prisoners or something like that. We were trying to use the curtains and bedsheets tied together as a rope to escape with, but they wouldn't stay tied on to anything in the room--they were too smooth to stay knotted onto the roof beams or the furniture (although they somehow stayed knotted to each other--go figure). Now, I think Rapunzel was imprisoned because her parents were the ones who insulted the king, and she happened to be visiting at the time. I don't know why the giant was imprisoned, but I get the impression that it was because the king simply didn't like giants, not because of anything in particular that the giant did. I was convinced that I had done whatever insulting thing the king said I had done, although I have no idea what it was, and I didn't agree with his method of dealing with the insult. By that logic, I decided that the best thing to be done was to hold on to the rope while Rapunzel and the giant climbed out, and stay in the tower until I discovered some other opportunity of escape or appeal. I basically told them, "You can't help being born, and you can't help your parents. I'm the only one who actually did anything, silly as it was." After they left, the furniture started talking to me. I remember the telephone (disconnected of course) was named Larry, and the end-table said something but I don't remember what it was.
Needless to say, I woke up very tired. I need to stop having my adventures in the middle of the night so I can have some real ones during the day instead...
Now, I know I've complained (rather a lot, probably) here on Kevin's Watch, but in RL I really try to avoid confrontations with authority figures, unless I already have developed a comfortable relationship with that person and know how they will react to such things as complaints and disagreements. I tend to be rather passive unless there is some sort of emergency. Also, my 7th grade homeroom teacher (the person administering the test) had a tendency to be rather unreasonable and cross. I got along well with her, mainly because I always did what I was supposed to be doing and kept out of the way, but I know of several instances in which she has punished people for insignificant things, or things they had little control over.
So I did not relish talking to her about my inability to read the test. I finally worked up enough courage to go up to her and ask if I could sit in a different seat (apparently there were assigned seats in this class), and she said no (well, she said a great deal more than that, but I don't remember what it was--I believe it was mostly condescending in nature). I started explaining why I desired a different seat, and indicating a few recently vacated seats with better lighting (those lucky students were where the light was brightest and had already finished their tests), and she interrupted me with another no, and basically told me to sit down and shut up and take the test. I got really angry, and snapped on her, and went into a tirade about the lighting and her policies and my frustration with her, and I essentially told her to f*** off (except I didn't use those exact words--f*** is not in my working vocabulary). She told me to leave, and I wanted to take the test with me, because I was interested in the test and wanted to know what the darn questions were! Of course, she wouldn't let me take the test out of the room, so I crumpled it up into a tiny ball and PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! I don't know why I did this, but in my mind, that's about as disrespectful a thing as I could have done in that situation (I won't mention the much more disrespectful things that other people could have done--I couldn't do such things, I wouldn't even know how). I then stalked out of the room, spat out the test, and put it in my pocket. I left the school building and was standing in the parking lot (which, for a dream, looked remarkably like the real thing).
Now, all of what happened in the previous paragraph is rather contrary to my usual character and behavior, so I naturally was rather in shock at what had occurred and at what I had said and done. I was hot, and sweating, and weak in the knees (I could barely walk), and I'm sure my face was as red as a tomato. I then ran into my high school crush (who I never told about the crush, because he was going to be a priest, and is actually currently in seminary--and because about 50 other girls also had crushes on him, and we were a rather small class in high school--less than 100 people total in my graduating class). I'm pretty sure he thought I was drunk. I certainly might as well have been. I tried to explain what happened, but I could barely string three words together. I was also hyperventilating a bit. He was very patient with me and he gave me some advice (I forget what it was, but in the dream I thought it was rather good) and told me to breathe. He then either offered me a ride home or to let me sleep in his car (I don't really know which--I never hear things clearly in dreams--my brain just tells me what people said, I don't "hear" them--in any case he said something about the car). He still thought I was drunk.

I then had a few other crazy dreams. In one of them, I was imprisoned in a tower with Rapunzel (recent Disney version, post-haircut) and a rather small giant. We had offended the king or some such nonsense, and we wanted to escape, because I guess the king wasn't very nice to prisoners or something like that. We were trying to use the curtains and bedsheets tied together as a rope to escape with, but they wouldn't stay tied on to anything in the room--they were too smooth to stay knotted onto the roof beams or the furniture (although they somehow stayed knotted to each other--go figure). Now, I think Rapunzel was imprisoned because her parents were the ones who insulted the king, and she happened to be visiting at the time. I don't know why the giant was imprisoned, but I get the impression that it was because the king simply didn't like giants, not because of anything in particular that the giant did. I was convinced that I had done whatever insulting thing the king said I had done, although I have no idea what it was, and I didn't agree with his method of dealing with the insult. By that logic, I decided that the best thing to be done was to hold on to the rope while Rapunzel and the giant climbed out, and stay in the tower until I discovered some other opportunity of escape or appeal. I basically told them, "You can't help being born, and you can't help your parents. I'm the only one who actually did anything, silly as it was." After they left, the furniture started talking to me. I remember the telephone (disconnected of course) was named Larry, and the end-table said something but I don't remember what it was.
Needless to say, I woke up very tired. I need to stop having my adventures in the middle of the night so I can have some real ones during the day instead...
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I had one of those weird lucid dreams that feels like you are wide awake but yet you are dreaming. I kept dreaming mundane everyday events but I would suddenly realize I was stuck in someone else's body, looking out through the eyes of my co-workers and there was someone in MY body that was like me but not me. I kept trying to make contact and "slide back" into my own body but every time I would get close I would "wake up" and think I was awake and then go through the motions of a normal day and realize I was in yet another person. I finally woke up for real feeling out of sorts and like I was still not quite myself and wondering when I would wake up again until I had some strong coffee and a long hot shower.
Now if I could just find a way to wear live bees as jewelry all the time.....
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BOOYAH! You go, girl!Auleliel wrote:Now, I know I've complained (rather a lot, probably) here on Kevin's Watch, but in RL I really try to avoid confrontations with authority figures...
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I got really angry, and snapped on her, and went into a tirade about the lighting and her policies and my frustration with her, and I essentially told her to f*** off (except I didn't use those exact words--f*** is not in my working vocabulary). She told me to leave, and I wanted to take the test with me, because I was interested in the test and wanted to know what the darn questions were! Of course, she wouldn't let me take the test out of the room, so I crumpled it up into a tiny ball and PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! I don't know why I did this, but in my mind, that's about as disrespectful a thing as I could have done in that situation...

"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
Haha, thanks.Lina Heartlistener wrote:BOOYAH! You go, girl!Auleliel wrote:Now, I know I've complained (rather a lot, probably) here on Kevin's Watch, but in RL I really try to avoid confrontations with authority figures...
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I got really angry, and snapped on her, and went into a tirade about the lighting and her policies and my frustration with her, and I essentially told her to f*** off (except I didn't use those exact words--f*** is not in my working vocabulary). She told me to leave, and I wanted to take the test with me, because I was interested in the test and wanted to know what the darn questions were! Of course, she wouldn't let me take the test out of the room, so I crumpled it up into a tiny ball and PUT IT IN MY MOUTH! I don't know why I did this, but in my mind, that's about as disrespectful a thing as I could have done in that situation...I totally get this ...very subversive, Auleliel! (I, at least, like being called subversive in contexts like this....)

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I've been dreaming very..very..loud crashing sounds..BANG!!!...BOOM!!..etc etc...at about one a nite for the last two weeks or so. I wake up. Check out the estate. Nothing going on in the real world. Just dreaming these deafening crash sounds ..with no idea why.
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Did this ever happen to you?
I had some weird dream about relationships. In the first part of the dream I was a woman in love with a man. Next I changed to a man in love with the woman, but the perspective stayed the same. Then I changed back to a woman in love with a woman, then a man in love with a woman THEN it really got strange.....I was back to the man and I got sick, heart or something and THEN I became the other woman (the perspective changed) but I was a MAN and I was sick and dying.
Either I have some serious gender issues or I'm coming out of some closet I didn't know I was in.
My brain is whacky right now........
I had some weird dream about relationships. In the first part of the dream I was a woman in love with a man. Next I changed to a man in love with the woman, but the perspective stayed the same. Then I changed back to a woman in love with a woman, then a man in love with a woman THEN it really got strange.....I was back to the man and I got sick, heart or something and THEN I became the other woman (the perspective changed) but I was a MAN and I was sick and dying.
Either I have some serious gender issues or I'm coming out of some closet I didn't know I was in.

My brain is whacky right now........

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Here's some fun/hilarious stuff. =)
I, in a message to my sis a week or so ago, wrote:So I had a dream last night in which - for a few minutes - you & I were watching an animation on a computer screen. It had computer line art of cute animals - one for each letter of the alphabet - eating random foods.
The one I remember from just before waking had this line: "Jellybeans and peanuts have the pure and present interest of a <some-thing> oboie!"
Now, what, you may ask, is an "oboie"? (pronounced, I note, "oh-Boy!" or "oh-Boy-EE!" I'm not sure which anymore.) Well, in the world of my dream, apparently it is a cute animal about the size of an echidna …but slightly more cuddly in that its body is covered with miniature pangolin-plates rather than spikes. The animated "oboie" rapidly gobbled up all the food that was drawn in the picture, (this included many things besides jelly beans and peanuts) and then proceeded to roll over onto its back with great delight, which gave a good view of its cute mouth. It tilted its head back with glee, and anyone could see that it had clearly relished its meal.
(That "<some-thing>" above is my substitution for a 2-syllable …maybe 3-syllable adjective for the animal. As you might guess, this word - forgotten so quickly upon waking - began with "O." And now that I think about it… maybe the reason i forgot it so fast was that it wasn't a real word…)
There were other parts of the story of the dream which were more confusing and somewhat unsettling… the county fair was about to begin, which was cool …but there was also some sort of ambiguity (in the dream, you see) over whether I was an adolescent or an adult... (though I had the baby, apparently!)
"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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dreamt that a mad scientist was trying to clone members of the Houston Astros.
he would then grind the failures up into chow and sell it to a local dog food company.
it drove the dogs insane after eating it - and made them evil.
my job was to kill those evil dogs with my trusty shotgun...
an unpleasant dream on every level.
he would then grind the failures up into chow and sell it to a local dog food company.
it drove the dogs insane after eating it - and made them evil.
my job was to kill those evil dogs with my trusty shotgun...
an unpleasant dream on every level.
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Good Dog...
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Good Dog...
Dreamt that my boss was making $150k/yr, and the reason we couldn't get any raises was because his salary took up the whole budget for our branch.
Now how am I supposed to interpret that?!?!?
Now how am I supposed to interpret that?!?!?
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As prophecy? (I hope not!)Rigel wrote:Dreamt that my boss was making $150k/yr, and the reason we couldn't get any raises was because his salary took up the whole budget for our branch.
Now how am I supposed to interpret that?!?!?


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Had a dream last night that one of the regular patrons (who is also a weirdo) had been hired on as a page. He got punched in the face in the back parking lot by a gang-member. (I dunno what gang...)
I ran inside to tell everyone what was happening, and no one really cared...i knew the gang was going to come into the library to punch me as well.
When I think about it now, it doesn't seem that bad, but it was one of those dreams with my adrenaline pumping and I woke up really concerned.
I ran inside to tell everyone what was happening, and no one really cared...i knew the gang was going to come into the library to punch me as well.
When I think about it now, it doesn't seem that bad, but it was one of those dreams with my adrenaline pumping and I woke up really concerned.
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In some sort of park setting - lots of grass, sunny day, lot of people about.
At one point a footpath I was walking along (out in the open, on a mostly flat grass field) turned into a sheer rock face, which I climbed up. As I was climbing Steve from work climbed past me, looking very pleased with the challenge.
I was in some old ruins with a group of other people. There were some old women there; one of them drank something and asked me if she looked any younger. A little while later she was middle aged.
Someone running back facepulled a group of women and dragged them back to us, so I hurriedly Hexed one, and someone misdirected another into a closet and closed the door behind her. I noticed a quest marker, so went into a room at one side of the ruins and accepted the quest from a stone sarcophagus.
At one point a footpath I was walking along (out in the open, on a mostly flat grass field) turned into a sheer rock face, which I climbed up. As I was climbing Steve from work climbed past me, looking very pleased with the challenge.
I was in some old ruins with a group of other people. There were some old women there; one of them drank something and asked me if she looked any younger. A little while later she was middle aged.
Someone running back facepulled a group of women and dragged them back to us, so I hurriedly Hexed one, and someone misdirected another into a closet and closed the door behind her. I noticed a quest marker, so went into a room at one side of the ruins and accepted the quest from a stone sarcophagus.
I dreamed last night that we had another Elohimfest this summer. Everyone waited in the grandstands at the airport for the flight, while some type of convention went on around us (people were cosplaying as dragons).
There were three of those Labyrinth] games with the marbles, two normal sized ones placed inside of a third large one.
Somebody there was dressed as Elvira, but I don't remember who it was.
There were three of those Labyrinth] games with the marbles, two normal sized ones placed inside of a third large one.
Somebody there was dressed as Elvira, but I don't remember who it was.
"You make me think Hell is run like a corporation."
"It's the other way around, but yes."
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"It's the other way around, but yes."
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