Kevin's Watch

A Gunslinger wrote:I always remember my dreams!

I used to remember most of them; but no so much since my divorce. I'm lucky in some ways, as I never have nightmares, but yeah, nowadays I wake up with no memories of dreaming probably 99% of the time.

I had a weird dream last night - don't remember the whole gist of it (consciously that is) but for some odd reason, me and a bunch of mah peeps became extra band members for U2, and Bono was actually a lot shorter than me & for some ungodly reason chose to become a redhead...

for some ungodly reason

Oi!

Wyldewode wrote:

Matrixman wrote:The kind of dream I hate: in which I'm back in school as a confused student constantly going around a labyrinth of hallways, or stuck in a class from hell.

Haven't had one like that in a while, but every so often it returns with a vengeance. Why I don't know.

Hello, moron brain: stop sending me back to school!

Sounds easy enough to interpret, MM. I think some part of you is worried about being in a subordinate role, unable to exercise power over your destiny, and confused about how to change that because you feel stuck.

Or at least that's what Dr. Lyr says.

The Doctor has spoken! Is she good or what?

Thanks! It's sometimes easier to find meaning in other's dreams than in your own.

Stonemaybe wrote:

for some ungodly reason

Oi!

What? You a redhead Stoney, or are you miffed at my use of the "g" word?

I wasn't having a go at redheads, btw...just wondering why bono suddenly appeared as one in my dream...

A redhead, huh? Maybe it was to draw attention to the AIDS fundraiser-thingy. . . you know, everyone is selling red merchandise to raise money for AIDS research.


I had a funny dream this morning. I was just barely asleep (I had snoozed my alarm clock this morning) and I drifted back to sleep. I dreamed that I was trying to log onto a computer, but was soooo drunk I couldn't make my fingers work right. And the harder I tried to make it work, the more messed up I got the username and password. In the dream I finally gave up on it and crashed on the floor next to the computer. It was rather frustrating, and at some level I recognized what was going on. Obviously my fingers were trying to move, and couldn't, and my mind manufactured a reason of why I couldn't coordinate them.

I probably shouldn't tell this to people--someday it will come back to haunt me--but I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night looking at my alarm clock, and think that the numbers there mean something. . . they are a code, and are instructions of what I'm supposed to be doing. Sometimes it takes me a few minutes to wake up enough to realize that the numbers on the clock are just the time.

Along the same lines, sleepwalking runs in my family--my older brother has it especially bad. One time he was dreaming and couldn't get out of the room (couldn't get the door to open) so he tore a metal shoe rack--the kind that screw into the door--completely OFF the door! Another time he came running out of his room with his katana drawn, thinking he was being chased. After that all of us insisted that he not be allowed to keep anything sharp iin his bedroom. Much safer that way!

Wyldewode wrote: I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night looking at my alarm clock, and think that the numbers there mean something. . . they are a code, and are instructions of what I'm supposed to be doing.

Of COURSE they're a code, Lyr...it's telling you to play those numbers in the lottery and YOU TOO could be as rich as Hurley (Lost guy who used "THE NUMBERS"!)

Oooh. . . I could be rich? I don't have to have the curse too, do I? That part's optional, right?

Wyldewode wrote:I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night looking at my alarm clock, and think that the numbers there mean something. . . they are a code, and are instructions of what I'm supposed to be doing.

Government conspiracy!

Wyldewode wrote:...sleepwalking runs in my family--my older brother has it especially bad. One time he was dreaming and couldn't get out of the room (couldn't get the door to open) so he tore a metal shoe rack--the kind that screw into the door--completely OFF the door! Another time he came running out of his room with his katana drawn, thinking he was being chased.

Makes me think the only practical difference between a zombie and a sleepwalker is body odour. Okay, that and the hunger for human flesh...

He kept a katana in his bedroom?? He must've been preparing for the long-dreaded ninja invasion.

CovenantJr wrote:

Wyldewode wrote:I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night looking at my alarm clock, and think that the numbers there mean something. . . they are a code, and are instructions of what I'm supposed to be doing.

Government conspiracy!

You know, I was heavily recruited for military inteligence from several branches of the armed forces for years. Maybe they succeeded, and I am in the military, and those are my instructions. . .

Matrixman wrote:He kept a katana in his bedroom?? He must've been preparing for the long-dreaded ninja invasion.

Appreciation of sharp sword-like objects also runs in the family. And you have to be on guard for the ninjas. . . you never know when they might sneak up on you!

Wyldewode wrote:

CovenantJr wrote:

Wyldewode wrote:I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night looking at my alarm clock, and think that the numbers there mean something. . . they are a code, and are instructions of what I'm supposed to be doing.

Government conspiracy!

You know, I was heavily recruited for military inteligence from several branches of the armed forces for years. Maybe they succeeded, and I am in the military, and those are my instructions. . .

I hope I'm not your target. I don't want to be killed.

I dreamt that a marching band was walking down the road outside of my house and they were singing a song about one of Esmer's threads.

Loremaster wrote:I dreamt that a marching band was walking down the road outside of my house and they were singing a song about one of Esmer's threads.

you been in the Tank too long, eh?

CovenantJr wrote: I hope I'm not your target. I don't want to be killed.

Oh no! I'd never kill you--you're way too nice and too much fun to have around!

Last night, I dreamed about, among other things, the Creeping Abomination.

Wyldewode wrote:

CovenantJr wrote: I hope I'm not your target. I don't want to be killed.

Oh no! I'd never kill you--you're way too nice and too much fun to have around!

Why thank you. But the government might not agree.

Last night I had a very SPICY dream!

CovenantJr wrote:Last night, I dreamed about, among other things, the Creeping Abomination.

The Creeping Abomination...

That does not sound good at all.