Dreams thread

Permalink Reply by Madamoiselle De Sade on February 25, 2010 at 7:57pm

I made my feelings known to Kevin about my reasons for loving Duck Soup are the very reasons he didn't. Then we had a massive fight and he moved out of our mountain college. I then moved my slave girl in and we both got married to my former uh. ..."boyfriend". ...yeah, that's it, "boyfriend". And then we both got pregnant and he lived happily ever after with two 20-something slave girls.

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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on March 1, 2010 at 8:37am

Haven't had dreams like this in a while. I think it's a bunch of different dreams that get blurred together. It kind of reminded me of an old movie called It's a mad mad mad mad world. Exercise makes you sleep waaaay better.

Left work for lunch. Work is now next door to West Coast Choppers. I head over there and Jesse springs for a heap of sandwiches. I talk to Mike Tyson while we wait for the grub to get there. Sandra Bullock is there too, but she is rushing out and can't kick it.

The food shows up, but I can't stay. I have to go get a new television at this hood mall I used to work at when I was in college. I'm on the first or second skateboard I ever owned as opposed to driving. Somehow I lost control of the board and it shot across a major thoroughfare and seemed to be run over by one of those beat up work trucks with the raggedy plywood on the sides of the bed. Once the truck backs away the board is gone.

I come back across the street and find the board. Some short Italian dude at the bus stop has it. He wants to sell me an annuity in order to relinquish the board. Discussion ensues. "Why would I cash out a 401K to buy an annuity? I'm going to take a hit on my income tax, another hit from your fees, then be limited to the funds you guys have picked."

"Do you want the board back?"

"It's got my picture on it."

I plead this fact with a city bus driver whose bus has just arrived. He rightly doesn't want to get involved. I finally end up just yanking the board away from the salesman. Then I realize I left the TV somewhere. I go into a bank branch behind the bus stop and a woman is in there selling pomeranian puppies out of a cardboard box.

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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on March 20, 2010 at 8:38am

I don't quite remember my dream last night. But I'm almost sure that my paternal grandmother was in it. I feel her presence this morning. I also feel the presence of my mother in law. Was she also in my dream? Strong women who are no longer walking this earth, are trying to communicate with me. What are they trying to tell me? What lessons did they learn that they are trying to give me? It's time for me to be quiet now.

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Permalink Reply by DanielaInfinity on March 22, 2010 at 4:02am

Last night I dreamed that I was intersex. I was the variation that still looks like a woman but has undescended testes hidden inside my body. I remember walking around in my dream, knowing that I was intersex and wondering what my future was going to be like. The feeling that I had in my dream was so eerily familiar. I'm not intersex but for some reason I think I was in a past life.

It was such a compelling dream that I actually went out and bought a little soft pack today, just to walk around my apartment wearing it in my jeans. I'm not interested in being a man but I was curious to see what it felt like.

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Permalink Reply by Rage_Proletaire on March 26, 2010 at 10:10am

I dreamt that I was driving around some winding curve (it actually resembled a stretch of road from a Grand Theft Auto game), and my wife was in the passenger seat. There was an older male and a female (I assumed they were a couple – hetero) standing beside one another not too far in the distance. I don’t remember where the sidewalk ended and the street began, or if there was even any marked distinction between the two, but somehow I wound up barreling straight towards them.

It never occurred to me to attempt to brake or swerve; the way they braced themselves and hunched down (like you’re told to do in the event of a tornado) indicated that they were prepared to duck beneath the frame of my car as I passed over them. And I did just that – sped right “over” em, and when I looked in the rear view, the guy was unscathed (but confused as hell). The woman was rubbing the side of her head like she’d gotten slapped or something. No animosity in their faces, just mere confusion – no shaking of fists or swearing or any of that. I even expected to hear a great big explosion of words from my wife, but nothing. The car didn’t even jump.

We stopped at some furniture store; I got indignant at the lack of selection (very sparse décor, pastels everywhere, and some slimy limey in a game-show host’s suit), and we left, headed off to who knows where.

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Permalink Reply by CaliforniaAfrican on March 26, 2010 at 10:04pm

I had a dream that I thought I posted about. What? Anyway...

The part that was the coolest (because this dream was really ALL over the place), was when someone told me that Dwayne was there. Our Dwayne from AP. I was at some kind of music function. It was outside, but it was dark. Kind of like a club. So I went walking looking for Dwayne, knowing he liked the band that was playing. I saw what I thought was the back of his head. He was walking away from me kinda fast, like he was ducking me. Then he turned around and it was Gordon Parks. I knew it was Gordon Parks because of the bushy grey mustache. But I said, "Hey, D," anyway. And of course, he said nothing to me. He just looked down. So I walked away. But I woke up thinking, 'That was cool. Dwayne was Gordon Parks.'

A younger Mr. Parks. May he rest in peace.

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Permalink Reply by void on March 29, 2010 at 7:05am

It appears that my current theme is floating or what most would say “flight”. Oh, my self analysis is included.

Dream #1

I was in this unknown place. No trees, no grass, the pond was grayish black and everything was grayish black. I saw people with blurred faces but they were irrelevant or least important parts of the dream. Strange enough I was wandering around looking for a way out but couldn't find a way out. Then I walked up a few steps then out of nowhere this grayish black horse-like creature was running towards my direction. I didn't run or had the time to run. I floated. The weather was a stark contrast to my surrounding. It was mild, sunny and spring-like.

Dream #2

I was trapped inside this apartment, but here's the dilemma I was trapped with a bear and not any old bear. It was a huge grisly bear pacing back and forth at the front door. I had to escape the apartment without getting mauled or killed. I'm pretty sure the bear killed someone and who was it? I don't know and maybe it happened before I was trapped. I couldn't tell if the person was a man or woman because the flesh was eaten down. Everything in the apartment was red. To me red can mean different things love, pain, blood, life or death. The floor, walls, curtains, furniture all red. It finally occurred to me perhaps there's no real exit or I'll face getting mauled and killed like the person before me. My only exit was the window in the room. I opened the window and jumped. I didn't fall of course. I looked down and it seemed like the apartment was overlooking a beach. The sand was grayish black, the huge rock on the beach, the water, the sky and moon all grayish black.

This dream wasn't a redemption and just like the previous dream the flight action didn't seem out of the ordinary. I wasn't surprised that I could float or fly despite being able to float or fly was previously unknown to me. The places were strange and unknown to me. The dreams are chiefly about stagnation especially with the color repetitions and the enclosure with no kind of exit. In both dreams the horse-like creature and the bear signified a dire need to escape and avoid harm or danger. The dreams had “dead water” and the people in them were either blurred or dead and seemed insignificant because I was on my own.

I had this dream in December and decided to write it down:

I had a weird dream today. In the dream I was home and it wasn't like my home. Well I should say that it felt like I was home. Anyway I went to look outside my window and saw two headed deformed pig-like creatures on the balcony. They were piled onto each other and didn't move. Next to them was the body of a dead and decaying kitten. Then I noticed that a man was there. I wondered who was he and where did he come from and was he always there. I moved from the window and went inside the kitchen and looked out the kitchen's window and wondered if the black cat was my pet. With closer inspection I knew it wasn't when I saw this sickly white cat staggered in front of me. I stepped outside of the window. This time I heard music playing and couldn't distinguish what kind of music it was. I walked up to the man still not knowing who he was. He was dressed in a mid-length beige color fur vest the fur vest was strange because outside felt warm, so sunny, so bright and summer-like he wore blue jeans. I wasn't afraid. This felt more like curiosity. I didn't say anything. He was sitting next to some blue tent attempting to find a shade from the afternoon sun. Then he began to speak and I didn't a understand a word. He was frantic and ranting I didn't understand anything.

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Permalink Reply by void on March 30, 2010 at 1:39pm

I had another dream today. It's not as freakish as the ones I posted (at least by my standards).

I went out for lunch with the daughter of my mother's friend and my little brother. And another self analysis included.

I went into the restaurant and actually didn't pay the $11 fee up front because I possibly missed the sign. A worker and possibly waiter said I couldn't get service since I haven't paid the $11 fee to enter. I went up to entrance and looking for the sign for the $11 fee for entrance and didn't see it. I wandered around (yeah in my dreams I'm always “wandering”). It was a mall, well it looked like mall. I saw two kids no older than 12 years old talking. I don't think they saw me or just assumed I couldn't hear them.

One said “we should blow this place up so we don't have to go to school. The other pointed to this huge metal structure descending from the ceiling and said “No, over here it would do much more damage”.

I haven't seen the daughter of my mother's friend in years. Actually up until a few weeks ago my mother haven't talked to her former friend or now possibly friends or associate in over 5 years. I think that's the reason why her daughter popped up in my dreams because my mother is casually talking to her again.

And why the $11 fee and why was I only targeted while we walked into the restaurant without paying any thing in front? I honestly don't know. And what's the significance of $11? First I thought it was a 9/11 reference but now when thinking deeper about this it could be very well be the age I met her. I first met them when I was 11 years old. And why was my little brother in my dream and not my other siblings or hers? I don't know. We weren't close or anything like that but my brother and I were little kids when we met them. My older siblings were teens and didn't want to deal or hang out with kids under 10.

But throughout the dream we didn't talk at all.

Now the second part of dream. I don't really know how to explain it because of the apparent juxtaposition of images. The huge metal descending from the wall was bent and twisted. And I think it's a train or something somewhat a semblance of a train. And why the bomb plan? Maybe it's a reference to the Moscow bombing reports I watched earlier and why two kids under 12? I can't say for sure it's perhaps my childhood juxtaposed with the headline ha ha.

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Permalink Reply by Rage_Proletaire on April 16, 2010 at 6:38am

Dream #1: We (my wife, my sister-in-law, my mother-in-law, and myself) are at my sister-in-law's house to "pay respects" to any elderly woman -- a total stranger to me -- who isn't dead. In fact, I sat on the floor at the foot of the couch, between the aforementioned party and my someone else. The un-dead lady never spoke a word, she merely wheezed as she breathed, sitting upright. I left the room at one point; there was a load of other faces I'd never met, and didn't want to, lining the walls I'd been asked to retrieve a blanket, which I did, although I was the only one who knew the blanket was soaking wet. I went upstairs (there's no second story irl), to find my s-i-l and her boyfriend telling each other jokes. When I got back downstairs, all the strangers were gone, and my wife was outside, mowing the lawn with a cup in one hand.

Dream #2: It had apparently just rained outside, and the grey was gorgeous. Gray sky, dewy grass, After finally navigating a maze of tube elevators to reach the floor of the atrium, I wound up in an auditorium, at the head of a long line of co-workers. Apparently, we were on a "field trip" to get ice cream. After I was served ice cream, I tried slipping through an exit door at the back of the line, but my supervisor advised everyone to stay indoors until they got the chance to count heads. So, I went to the bathroom instead, and two co-workers I recognized were throwing handfuls of water at one another from the lavatory. I remember a lot of jokes being tossed around, and one guy was even shushed by another supervisor for using the word "damn" in his punchline. We were supposed to load up on a yellow school bus, but I woke up at this point.

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Permalink Reply by Compound Egret on April 20, 2010 at 6:19am

camping at an urban camp full of people I used to know and others I've never met. Love triangle, big skateboard ramp, lots of food.

Pursued by dudes with BAD intentions with frighteningly weird plastic David Lee Roth masks/spray tan type makeup and the whole DLR rap style through a seedy arcade/mall spot reminiscent of coney island circa 1975. "Heyyyy mannnn, relaxxxx..."

Still running and now Avoiding gang crossfire, trying to get back to the camp on the good side of town

Waking up at an extended family house. BJ Penn knocks on the door because he apparently trains there. I had left the door unlocked.

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Permalink Reply by Rage_Proletaire on May 13, 2010 at 10:11am

… All I can remember is that I dreamt I was recalling a dream aloud to someone else. I got about mid-way through the recap, and woke up suddenly (23 minutes before I had to be at work). Weird thing is it was a dream I’d forgotten I even had, yet all the details were there for recall as I told the story. Once I woke up, everything went bleeding out of my brain, and I can’t remember a damn thing about the original dream.

As always, there was a threat of violence from which I had to retreatr, and I vaguely remember a Jeep crossing some physically-defined boundary. And yet another scene involving an oversized (and incredibly nasty) public restroom, like the ones I remember from school (fluids dripping from the edge of the sinks, opening stall doors with my feet, a pissy w**d smell etc)…

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Permalink Reply by LesYpersound on May 13, 2010 at 12:34pm

was in a terrible city where i had to walk to the closest grocery store in an awful part of town w/ a white guy friend and the nasty, hateful looks we got were mildly freaking me out. weird, stupid dream.

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