The Dream Thread

I've been debating posting my dreams here (because I dream often, and I dream crazy) but his one acutally made me go "What the...?" when I woke up, so I shall share!

When I first woke up, I remembered more of the beginning, but I don't anymore. Anyway, so I work for a government agency of some sort and there was a threat on our building. So I'm running around ALL OVER to try and find the culprit. And I do. They're on the freeway. So I hop in my car with my partner, who is Chris Hemsworth. We're flying down the freeway, I'm driving and all of a sudden it's backed up. Like crazy, no way we are moving anywhere backed up. I decide it would be a good idea to hoof it, so I get out of the car to start a footchase with said bad person, but I'm in heels. (And let it be known, I ROCKED it, running in heels that is.) Chris runs off the other direction, chasing someone else.

I specifically remember the heels being my metallic purple strappy ones, not sure why, but it was that pair. So, I'm chasing the person and it's a girl, we shoot through someone's living room and the girl from Evil Dead, the one in the cellar, she's hiding underneath these people's entertainment center and tries to grab my foot as I run by. I dodge and parkour flip over their coffee table. As we exit onto the back patio, we're in an airport and I am sprinting for all I'm worth. When the person eases up to try and turn, I dive on them and tackle them to the ground. Success! But only just, they fight with me and I wrestle away a small package from them. It has this silly little card wrapped in it with weird writing. Some other government person shows up then and takes the other person away. But I'm suspricious of this new person, I don't trust them at all! We travel back to headquarters to decipher the letter, where I am no help. Because I keep accusing this other person of being in cohorts with the person that we just caught.

Eventually though, we figure it out and go to the building specified on the card, which ends up being that house we ran through earlier.

We go there, and nothing really happens. The creepy girl from Evil Dead keeps trying to talk to me, which freaks me out, so I go hide in a closet. Chris Hemsworth finds me in the closet and we hug. I randomly remember, that in the dream, his t-shirt is really soft and black. Anyway, we hug and he's all 'We did it! We caught them, it's all over." And I'm all, 'Yay!'

I then leave to go wander around the neighborhood and I find my friend Jill (my real life friend) and her and I talk about what just happened, but I can't let slip that I caught the person, so I have to be all 'Yeah, wow, it's so crazy!" then she starts singing Katy Perry's new song 'Roar' to me. I smile and keep wandering. Then I wake up.

So....that was a thing. Normally my dreams are very scary or very violent, so I don't tell many people about them, but this one was just to WTF not to share. :)
 

GasBandit

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Last night I was tormented by nightmares of yellowjackets constantly giving live birth to other yellowjackets in my living room, and I couldn't move from the couch. The air became more and more filled with angry stinging striped things, the buzzing ever increasing in intensity.
 

fade

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I dreamt last night that I bought a race horse to manage and I named him Horsama Bin Riden.
 
Yesterday, had a dream about driving my patrol car over a covered hole in someone's driveway (don't ask why I was driving in his driveway - I have no idea. I don't do that). In so doing, the cover fell away, and the rear of my car fell into the hole. I was able to drive out of it, only to back into it again after investigating the call I was there for (a burglary, I believe).

Later on, a subject came into the precinct where I was at (Not my actual precinct - it was a building I didn't recognize, but for some reason, I knew it as my precinct). The subject came in, stepped in front of me, and flashed a complex series of gang signs, then stared at me challengingly. I pinned him against the wall, my partner yelled out "There's more of 'em!" and a slew of thugs came into the room, all holding two cellphones stacked in one hand, pointing them like weapons. Not knowing when one would pull out a real gun, I drew down. But when one did flash a gun, and I tried to shoot, my pistol trigger's draw was like 30 pounds - I was fighting to get the trigger pulled. And when it finally did trigger the firing pin, all it did was go click.

Then my alarm went off.

Maybe I'm working too hard?
 
If I jumped into the water - easily 100 stories down - I might live. If I stayed, they would get me. My face is a manic grin, as though this is fun and not terrifying. They're just out of view, coming over the hill. Then they'd be on the bridge, and then...

The water was deep. Water's hard, like hitting concrete, it's not like the movies. I'd probably die anyway. But they wouldn't get me; is that pride? If I'm going to die, I won't let it be them, I'll be the one! What is the point of taking my own life? Or is it optimism? Hope? Is diving the hope that I don't die?

I jump, I twist my body, as little surface area as possible, hit it like an olympic diver, Leigh, you can swim to that island, it can't be that far...

A single thought overwhelms me in the silent fall, and all my fears of my pursuers and the plummet and the swim and the drowning and the hard water disappear. All that remains is:

Hope is the siracha of life.
 

Cajungal

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I had a dream that a giant demon rabbit lived in a hole in my old backyard (about the size of 2 grizzlies). Every time he had a baby, it tried to get me to sell my soul for 3 wishes. And one of them had a terrible heroine addiction and tried to sell me some too.
 

GasBandit

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Last night I dreamed I was at a concert where the Dead Milkmen were performing "Punk Rock Girl" with full orchestral accompaniment and a new extra verse. Apparently my subconscious is in a musical mood. The only lyrics I remembered upon waking were a chunk of the end of the last verse - during the part that usually repeated during the last verse, "Yeah you and me eat fudge banana swirl yeah you and me we will travel round the world - which changed to be "You feel cheated that the song isn't longer, yeah you feel cheated that the ending isn't stronger!" And during the "ending isn't stronger" part the whole thing slowed down and every note was accentuationed with orchestra hits.
 
First I hung out with Rhett and Link for some reason. Then I was having hot sex while fighting off hordes of mobsters while wielding the full arsenal of DOOM weaponry. I ended it all by driving away in a black Lincoln Town car. I just...I dunno.
 
For a dream thread we need a live action movie about a cartoon from 1980, and JCM needs to come back.
 
I had a dream where Santa Clause crashed into a school parking lot after somehow blacking out, than tried to go to a therapist about it but ended up fighting her instead. After that I saw my face in the mirror with a LOT of hair that I could not brush. Also my face looked like an amalgam of me and this kid I knew in Elementary school.
 
I just woke up from a dream where I lived with a friend of mine who I never, ever see anymore. Room mate living together, not like, couple living together. Now, she is...well, (I for sure know now that I still do) someone I've always had a MASSIVE crush on, since I first met her. In the dream, we had just moved into this little apartment (that happened to look exactly like one of the condos I lived in as a teenager). She asks me if I would sleep in her bed with her since she sleeps better with someone next to her. Fuck yeah dream! That's how the rest of the dream was. She slept tucked right into me and I held her close. She whispered some stuff at me, but I couldn't understand it. Then I woke up and felt super guilty that I was disappointed that it was my girlfriend in that position even though I love her to bits.

Thanks brain.

The dream felt so good, that I would rank it as easily one of the best dreams I've ever had.
 
This is a recurring dream. Someone keeps slashing the tires on my sportscar. They only puncture one tire in each dream (haven't noticed if it's the same one or different each time). In every dream, I have a hard time replacing the tire because it's out of stock or has to be special ordered. Actually, when I was dreaming it today the salesperson was rather rude about it since I am always coming in for the same tire that they never have. I'm also still living next to my parents. My house doesn't have a garage. My parents have a two car garage with my mom's car and dad's motorcycle in it. They said they won't let me park my car in their garage because they're convinced the same person will mess with their tires. In today's dream I was trying to figure out where I could put a camera or how I could sit up all night to catch the person doing it.[DOUBLEPOST=1397328601,1397328051][/DOUBLEPOST]
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Thanks brain.

The dream felt so good, that I would rank it as easily one of the best dreams I've ever had.
I had a dream like this once when my husband was in Africa for 7 months. It was about a friend of mine and was so incredibly real. We weren't living together, but we were in this place that was full of soft filtered morning light, warm blankets, marshmallowy pillows, etc. It was amazing. When I first woke up, but wasn't entirely awake, I felt like I was on cloud 9. When I fully woke up, felt like a cheating jackass and hated myself for the rest of the day.
 
My subconscious doesn't like me very much. This is one of my recurring dreams:

I'm driving through dense city traffic at way too high a speed, trying to get my friend (sometimes a local friend, an ex-girlfriend, friend from college, sometimes an online friend I've met that doesn't live nearby, sometimes just my mental image of an online friend, etc) to a hospital. But every direct route is blocked, and they keep getting weaker from sickness or blood loss, or something, and I can't get them there, and I'm just plowing into things, running people down, out of control, and just making it worse. I can't stop, and I'm not getting any closer, and when I try and reassure them that we're almost there, just hang on, they start cursing me out for being a useless burden that they've never liked, only pitied, and as the car crashed and begins to roll, they tell me they regret ever wasting their time on me.

And then I wake up.
 
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