Neurosis dreams. I KNOW THEE WELL.
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I cannot get that dream I had two posts above out of my head. It's dumb, and it's wracking me with guilt.
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I cannot get that dream I had two posts above out of my head. It's dumb, and it's wracking me with guilt.
It started with me watching an episode of Parks and Recreation where after being close to a flower that makes a substance similar to margarine, Chris and Leslie lose their sense. After that, the same thing happened to me and it was FREAKY! I could honestly feel the absence of sense, it was too real.
Also I'm not sure if this was in the same dream, but I went to a comic store and they had every volume of Ninja turtles- EXCEPT the one after the one I had last read. This is my version of hell.
Also I'm not sure if this was in the same dream, but I went to a comic store and they had every volume of Ninja turtles- EXCEPT the one after the one I had last read. This is my version of hell.
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Last night I dreamt that my daughter and I were coming home and I realized someone had broken into the house. Nothing was out of place, but I knew someone was in the house who did not belong there. After looking around I found a woman hiding in the shower. She insisted that she was not doing anything wrong although she was in my house, I didn't know her, and she broke in. I put her in a bedroom while I called the police, but found her trying to sneak out of the house. I caught her, got her in an armlock, and put her face down on the floor (I think I took lessons from @Officer_Charon or @Frank in this dream). Then the detectives showed up. They went straight to the kitchen to get coffee and something to eat! They kept bumbling around my house until woman started yelling that I was hurting her (at this point I was also sitting on her back while she was in the armlock). That got the detectives' attention. They put handcuffs on the woman and took her out. Then they talked to me about how nice the house is...and I woke up.
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I used to have astral walk-type dreams all the time when I was a kid, but I haven't had them in a while. The other night I had one. I was flying over the neighborhood, seeing the tops of houses in great detail. I had died, and I felt good. I didn't remember how I died, but I knew it was doing something right or heroic. I flew a dark water tank holding dolphins, and on the other side, in dim light, an older version of my wife sat. She could sort of see me, and she was sad, but also satisfied that I died well. I said goodbye, and knew I had to leave. Then I woke up. In the dark, I started puzzling that that was the real me, and that I had just been reincarnated. Or rather that one only truly dies when all possible lives are exhausted. Kind of like a marriage of dharmic and Christian faiths.
I realise this sounds like claptrap, and I can only say anecdotally that 'it worked for me,' but with recurring dreams, a strategy I tried was to write it down, as detailed as possible (from whatever point of view; personal, third-person, whatever you want). Do it first sometime in the day when it's clear to you.
Then, every time you wake up from it, have a pad, and write it down again, detailed as possible. After the third or so, before you go to sleep, write down the dream, but pick a place where you want to have control. Write what you do, and how the dream goes. Now, every time you have that dream, write down your version of the dream.
It took me about a month, but eventually I was able to know I was dreaming at the point I wrote about, and I haven't had that dream since.
I don't mind having that recurring dream other than I feel frustrated when I'm trying to get the tire replaced. I think I know why I'm having it though. I want to pay closer attention to what's going on in my life when I have that dream again to see if it coincides with what I think is bringing it up.
I dreamt I was eating a burger with your president. Then we smoked some weed.
It was weird.
It was weird.
I had a couple dreams, one was a very lucid dream where I was in what looked like a blue class room. I didn't do much but it was still amazing just walking around in what felt like a real space.
Another dream I was hanging out with my friend Tom and...my worst friend showed up. I immediately yelled at him "GET OUT!" The thing is...this is a pattern in my dreams. I can't get this asshole out of my head, I want to forget him, I want to stop thinking about him, but every other dream he shows up! And when I'm not lucid, you know what we're doing? Hanging out, like we used to before he became an awful con-man. It pisses me off that part of me still wants this douchebag to be my friend when he's hurt me and my friends so much. I just want him out of my dreams.
Another dream I was hanging out with my friend Tom and...my worst friend showed up. I immediately yelled at him "GET OUT!" The thing is...this is a pattern in my dreams. I can't get this asshole out of my head, I want to forget him, I want to stop thinking about him, but every other dream he shows up! And when I'm not lucid, you know what we're doing? Hanging out, like we used to before he became an awful con-man. It pisses me off that part of me still wants this douchebag to be my friend when he's hurt me and my friends so much. I just want him out of my dreams.
GasBandit
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I had a dream where a large armadillo somehow got in the house, and I had to tackle it and carry it outside. It gave me leprosy, and my hands started rotting off. I can't help but think @ThatNickGuy is somehow responsible for this.
I'd fist bump you but, I'm worried for your fingers.
GasBandit
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Let me tell you, in the dream, it hurt like hell. I was sort of surprised after I woke up that my hands weren't covered with cat scratches or something.
GasBandit
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Man, had a couple of really wierd ones last night.
The first one took place in the setting of the TV version of Walking Dead. But in addition to the usuals, the cast from Parks and Rec are there too. A turning point is reached when the zombies actually manage to zombify Chris Traeger and Ron Swanson. They teach the zombies to talk, shoot guns, and drive cars. The remaining live humans are quickly overcome. Soon it's just me and Rick left, and we're captured rather quickly after that. As the last 2 humans, the zombies march us up onto a platform to be killed in front of a gathered huge throng of zombies as an audience to their final victory, when Rick pulls a remote detonator out of his coat, and hits the plunger. In the distance, a fireball crashes out of the roof of an old factory and starts arcing through the sky, and Rick starts laughing and shaking his head. "What's so funny?" I ask him. "It was supposed to be just a bomb, not a missile." Anyway, when it's high overhead, the fireball explodes in a huge nuclear reaction, vaporizing us all.
So I wake up, go to the bathroom, get some water, go back to bed.
I'm back in high school again. Great, another one of THESE dreams. And I can't skip classes like I usually do in "back in school" dreams because my stepmother is there observing. Turns out my second period mythology class is being held in the cafeteria because the room is being remodeled, and there's a whole irrelevant side story about how the remodeling work was supposed to be done pro bono but then the vice principal sort of sneaks in "well, you might have to buy them a case of champagne or something." Anyway, I'm attending class in the cafeteria, but now my cat is also there, and he starts chewing on my toes. My stepmother says "He must need some cheese. Go get him some cheese!" So I walk to this specialty cheese shop on the corner and while I browse the cheeses I accidentally drop my phone and a few pieces break off. I gather it all into a static bag (don't know WHY I happen to have an empty static bag on me), and once in the bag they begin to melt and bubble and boil, the bag getting hotter and hotter. Everyone in the store is looking at me like I've done something wrong, and when I say "What?" a woman points to a small sticker on the bottom of the static bag that I didn't see before that says "DO NOT PUT DAMAGED CELL PHONES IN STATIC BAG." Some of the liquid from the bag splashes out on my hand, burning it, and another shop patron throws a handful of flour on my hand to soothe it. I buy some Jalepeno cheese and start walking home.
So. Busy night.
The first one took place in the setting of the TV version of Walking Dead. But in addition to the usuals, the cast from Parks and Rec are there too. A turning point is reached when the zombies actually manage to zombify Chris Traeger and Ron Swanson. They teach the zombies to talk, shoot guns, and drive cars. The remaining live humans are quickly overcome. Soon it's just me and Rick left, and we're captured rather quickly after that. As the last 2 humans, the zombies march us up onto a platform to be killed in front of a gathered huge throng of zombies as an audience to their final victory, when Rick pulls a remote detonator out of his coat, and hits the plunger. In the distance, a fireball crashes out of the roof of an old factory and starts arcing through the sky, and Rick starts laughing and shaking his head. "What's so funny?" I ask him. "It was supposed to be just a bomb, not a missile." Anyway, when it's high overhead, the fireball explodes in a huge nuclear reaction, vaporizing us all.
So I wake up, go to the bathroom, get some water, go back to bed.
I'm back in high school again. Great, another one of THESE dreams. And I can't skip classes like I usually do in "back in school" dreams because my stepmother is there observing. Turns out my second period mythology class is being held in the cafeteria because the room is being remodeled, and there's a whole irrelevant side story about how the remodeling work was supposed to be done pro bono but then the vice principal sort of sneaks in "well, you might have to buy them a case of champagne or something." Anyway, I'm attending class in the cafeteria, but now my cat is also there, and he starts chewing on my toes. My stepmother says "He must need some cheese. Go get him some cheese!" So I walk to this specialty cheese shop on the corner and while I browse the cheeses I accidentally drop my phone and a few pieces break off. I gather it all into a static bag (don't know WHY I happen to have an empty static bag on me), and once in the bag they begin to melt and bubble and boil, the bag getting hotter and hotter. Everyone in the store is looking at me like I've done something wrong, and when I say "What?" a woman points to a small sticker on the bottom of the static bag that I didn't see before that says "DO NOT PUT DAMAGED CELL PHONES IN STATIC BAG." Some of the liquid from the bag splashes out on my hand, burning it, and another shop patron throws a handful of flour on my hand to soothe it. I buy some Jalepeno cheese and start walking home.
So. Busy night.
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First one is a retrospective on your last relationship. You got together with her later than everyone else, and you began to simultaneously think of yourself as a holdout for sanity, while judging yourself as abnormal. When you finally obtained the relationship you desired, well, things fell apart dramatically. The bomb becoming a missile is a metaphor for your recent discoveries and how it changed your mourning.
The second is rehearsal for a new relationship. Or at least sex. I mean, the cat is an obvious metaphor for lady bits, and cheese is used to bait traps. It seems like you might be feeling pressure from people close to you to get back out there. School is the dating game itself, though you recognize that things are different than they used to be--hence the moved class. However, you also feel out of touch, and question your communication skills, since you broke the communication metaphor, and burned yourself with it.
The second is rehearsal for a new relationship. Or at least sex. I mean, the cat is an obvious metaphor for lady bits, and cheese is used to bait traps. It seems like you might be feeling pressure from people close to you to get back out there. School is the dating game itself, though you recognize that things are different than they used to be--hence the moved class. However, you also feel out of touch, and question your communication skills, since you broke the communication metaphor, and burned yourself with it.
It started out in an arcade where I was playing a sort of multi-player Banjo Kazooie running combat game, when I punched the other guy guns came out of him and then I shot him with one of the guns until I decided to use Kazooie in her gun mode. Also the other guy was a weasel who had a giant magnet in the beginning of the game, but didn't use it once. Also I think Lord Hater from Wander Over Yonder was in there, cos why not. Seemed like fun.
GasBandit
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Had another "back to school" dream last night. Only this one was...
I was participating in an R/C car race around the parking lot of my high school but for some reason I had been instructed to use my actual full sized car instead of an R/C one, and I had to drive it in reverse. Naturally this made racing very difficult, and I ended up running over a bus stop, knocking down the sign and demolishing two benches. So I went inside the school to the administration office to tell them what happened, and they presented me a bill for almost $9000 to fix the bus stop, and I said "that's ridiculous, I could fix it myself for much less than that." And they came back with "If you don't pay in 3 days, the fine goes up to $127,000." So I was all like "well good luck collecting that." Then while I was there apparently there was a stack of old referrals on me, and they had me read them and go through them. Most of them were old boring teacher stuff - "disruptive in class in 1989" etc... but one was actually filled out by one of my current coworkers - "Makes it so I actually have to do my job." That gave me a chuckle. Then walking back to my car I saw a girl who I knew back when I was in school (but she was still the age when I knew her), and she saw me and apologized for "killing me." Turns out she did a science fair project involving simulating a volcano and all the people in the town the lava poured through had been assigned names of people she knew, and the little simulated me didn't escape the lava.
So.
I was participating in an R/C car race around the parking lot of my high school but for some reason I had been instructed to use my actual full sized car instead of an R/C one, and I had to drive it in reverse. Naturally this made racing very difficult, and I ended up running over a bus stop, knocking down the sign and demolishing two benches. So I went inside the school to the administration office to tell them what happened, and they presented me a bill for almost $9000 to fix the bus stop, and I said "that's ridiculous, I could fix it myself for much less than that." And they came back with "If you don't pay in 3 days, the fine goes up to $127,000." So I was all like "well good luck collecting that." Then while I was there apparently there was a stack of old referrals on me, and they had me read them and go through them. Most of them were old boring teacher stuff - "disruptive in class in 1989" etc... but one was actually filled out by one of my current coworkers - "Makes it so I actually have to do my job." That gave me a chuckle. Then walking back to my car I saw a girl who I knew back when I was in school (but she was still the age when I knew her), and she saw me and apologized for "killing me." Turns out she did a science fair project involving simulating a volcano and all the people in the town the lava poured through had been assigned names of people she knew, and the little simulated me didn't escape the lava.
So.
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I had a dream last night that an assassin was after me. I thought my wife and I had gotten away, but I secretly knew better. I was in the middle of the country in an old house, and I kept checking the window at night, sure we'd been followed. Finally we fell asleep, and there was a noise in the house. I woke up not only in the dream, but in real life, having heard my wife whisper my name in the way she does when she's scared at night.
The thing is, my wife and kids are at her mother's in FL for the week, so that was a bit unsettling. I was so certain I had heard her.
The thing is, my wife and kids are at her mother's in FL for the week, so that was a bit unsettling. I was so certain I had heard her.
I had a Halforums dream a few weeks ago. The majority of you all were in it. We were at a hotel convention hall for some tech-type convention, and we all happened to be there without realizing we were all going to attend it at the same time. Once we realized it we all hung out together. I remember seeing a bunch of you guys. It was weird to have a dream about a bunch of people that I haven't met.
You're really obsessed with unlocking that "most Halforums members met" achievement, aren't you?
--Patrick
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There can be only one!
I had my first lucid dream that I can remember last night. I dreamt I was playing WoW, when all of a sudden I got hacked, and a stupid hollywood style prompt opened up with the hacker taunting me and telling me how she (I knew it was a she, somehow) was going to be stealing all of my life information.
And that's when I realized how none of this made any sense, and attempted to hurt myself to see if I was dreaming. When no amount of pinching produced any pain, I realized I was in a dream, closed my laptop (to the prompt of "NOOOOOO!" on the screen) and started trying to fly.
I never could fly, but I did manage to levitate a ball in my hand.
And that's when I realized how none of this made any sense, and attempted to hurt myself to see if I was dreaming. When no amount of pinching produced any pain, I realized I was in a dream, closed my laptop (to the prompt of "NOOOOOO!" on the screen) and started trying to fly.
I never could fly, but I did manage to levitate a ball in my hand.
GasBandit
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Last night I dreamed Pauline came back to me. She had reasonable, believable, forgivable explanations for why she faked her death, logically explained how she'd never two-timed me, and apologized for leaving me to twist in the wind for the past year. And in the dream, I instantly forgave and took her back.
Upon waking I can't remember any of the explanations.
I guess my subconscious still desperately wants to magically rewind back to when (I thought) we were happy.
Upon waking I can't remember any of the explanations.
I guess my subconscious still desperately wants to magically rewind back to when (I thought) we were happy.
Cajungal
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I'm constantly dreaming of the same weird beach. There's no gentle slope from shore to water. It's just this sandy plateau that drops off into often shark-infested waters. The water is murky and full of seaweed and strange gelatinous masses that sort of look like jellyfish, but not really. I always look over into the water and almost jump in, but then I don't because I see the sharks. The sand is cold and kind of a sick-looking yellow. If there's a beach house, it always looks like some dilapidated Escher homage.
GasBandit
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Last night I dreamed some jerkass walked in off the street and into one of our broadcast studios and just started pushing every button he saw as fast as he could. I had to drag him out by the hair and throw him into the street. Somebody photographed me and Kotaku got ahold of it and did a hit piece on me because of all the smack I have talked about them.
Sounds like you're projecting your inner Stephen King.
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A couple nights ago I dreamed about my crush. I really thought I was getting over her, but nope. In the dream she was going to some sort of Rocky Horror like show at a movie theater. Then I was there, and talking to her, and we were both dreaming, and I was trying to convince her that it was really me. She didn't look like I picture her, but I still knew that it was her. It was strange, but it made sense in the dream.
More often than not, I hate dreams lately. They're like emotion bombs that go off in the middle of the night, and then I have to deal with the damage the next day. It sucks.
More often than not, I hate dreams lately. They're like emotion bombs that go off in the middle of the night, and then I have to deal with the damage the next day. It sucks.
I have a female friend who's the epitome of purity and chastity. She's only had only boyfriend in her life, in a relationship that lasted only about two weeks or so. Since then she's had a string of men interested in her, and she's been interested in some guys, but nothing serious has ever developed. She doesn't actively avoid topics or issues related to sex, but instead she gives off such an aura of purity that when you're around her, dirty topics simply never come up. You guys know the type?
Anyway, she's studying in the UK right now, and we joked that she'll return to Taiwan with a British boyfriend in tow. She nodded serenely and said that it's certainly possible, we'll see what happens. But we all knew that she'd probably never end up with a British boyfriend. She's simply too pure to be sullied by a masculine touch.
So, a few nights ago, I dreamt that I happened to run into her on the street. Everything about her was normal, except she was wearing a BDSM slave collar. I asked her about it, and she said, in her pure and serene manner, "Oh yes, I met a guy and now we're exploring my submissive side. He likes it when I wear this in public."
I WTF'd so hard in my dream I woke up right then and there. I wanted to email her and tell her, "Hey, I dreamt you're in a BDSM relationship" but my wife thought it'd be a bad idea.
Anyway, she's studying in the UK right now, and we joked that she'll return to Taiwan with a British boyfriend in tow. She nodded serenely and said that it's certainly possible, we'll see what happens. But we all knew that she'd probably never end up with a British boyfriend. She's simply too pure to be sullied by a masculine touch.
So, a few nights ago, I dreamt that I happened to run into her on the street. Everything about her was normal, except she was wearing a BDSM slave collar. I asked her about it, and she said, in her pure and serene manner, "Oh yes, I met a guy and now we're exploring my submissive side. He likes it when I wear this in public."
I WTF'd so hard in my dream I woke up right then and there. I wanted to email her and tell her, "Hey, I dreamt you're in a BDSM relationship" but my wife thought it'd be a bad idea.
So, followup to this, today I decided to defy my wife's orders and send this girl a message on Facebook. Our conversation was as follows:
"My wife said I shouldn't tell you this, but I had a dream of you a few nights ago that was quite interesting. It involved you, your boyfriend, and BDSM."
"Hahahaha I have a boyfriend? And what is BDSM?"
"... okay, the wife was right."