Post your dreams

[greg]

Seems like probably half of my dreams (literally, half, meaning 50%) involve me going back in time to when I was younger than 12 and playing with my old friends.

I wonder why that is- maybe it has something to do with the fact that at that time, I was actually a mildly happy person. The last 9 or 10 years, though (12 and after), I'd just like to forget for the rest of my life.

Maybe I never felt like I got to say bye to them properly. They did seem to move abruptly. Who knows.

Just a week or so ago, I listened to the Liszt Liebestraum No.3, and these two bars right near the end, which are just groups of small treble chords summoned up a very, very nostalgic feeling. Falling asleep right after that, I had another dream about being in my old neighborhood, when I was 10 or so. In this dream, I was strangely desperate on insisting this was my reality, even though when I'm awake I never think about that time of my life. It was like the ultimate escape from my current life, which is nothing but a disappointment and filled with misery, to complete innocence and ignorance about how the world works.

Anyone else have half of their dreams about before they turned 13? Or maybe it's just my age to begin with. Probably 10 years from now, I'll have dreams about the school I just graduated from, since I liked that place. Who knows.

[greg]

Last night was probably the best dream I ever had.

It was a very long, extremely clear dream where, in the beginning I had just started to discover that I could move stuff with my mind. At first, all I used it for was to play tricks on people, but eventually, I developed the power to where I could literally make right anything that was wrong. Each and every moment I encountered something disagreeable, I just took a second to concentrate, express my wish, and the problem was solved. I could control peoples' thoughts, desires, ambitions, whatever with just a single thought. It was so exhilarating, it felt like my existence was ecstasy, every second. I could do what I wanted to when I wanted to.

By the end of my dream, my power had developed to where I was in complete control of anything, and I had gotten to a point to where I made the world into a better place, practically as perfect as heaven, and everyone was happy. Then, some stupid guy came from out of nowhere and told me I had no right to be God.  I couldn't remember what happened after that. I woke up a little while later cuz I had to go potty.

[greg]

Dreamed I had inherited money from a neighbor and bought an Acura NSX. I enjoyed the car very much, and was disappointed to wake up...

[prémont]

Anyone else have half of their dreams about before they turned 13? Or maybe it's just my age to begin with. Probably 10 years from now, I'll have dreams about the school I just graduated from, since I liked that place. Who knows.

I think this is a very common thing. Quite a lot of my dreams take place more than 20 years ago, judged from the characters who occur there.
And in many of my dreams I am about 20 years younger even if the characters who occur are from to day.

[greg]

Cool. I figured that might be the case.

[greg]

Last night, I dreamed that gray clouds started covering the sky. At first, it was mainly a clear sky with  scattered clouds, but there was a huge area in the sky that had some of the meanest, darkest looking clouds I've ever seen. Then, all of the sky just kept on getting covered gradually, until the whole world was covered in gray clouds. There was no light anywhere. People tried to get rid of the clouds, but they stayed there forever (how can you change the weather?), and every time you went outside, you had a good chance of getting struck by lightning. And that was that. THEND

[greg]

The last 2 nights, my dreams have taken place in my old neighborhood. Again. Holy shit... nearly half of my dreams take place there.

In the first dream, I was at the driveway of my friend's house. Our bikes were there, but the air in the tires were flat- maybe because it's been over 10 years since I even lived there? I was alone, and the place was so desolate. None of my friends were around, and it was honestly quite sad and almost creepy.

In the second dream, I was at my old house (same neighborhood), in the garage. I was fighting a demon (looked like some sort of 7 foot tall white monster). Then he used invisibility and ran into the kitchen. My mom was in there and asked where he went. I touched the kitchen floor and could feel him lying down, even though he was invisible. However, even though I tried to attack him, he stood up and kinda went into my body. At first, it was a bit scary, and he felt like a bunch of static electricity. After about 10 seconds though, he had completely absorbed himself into me, and I didn't feel anything. I got used to it.

[greg]

Another dream of my old neighborhood... 
This time, I could see my basketball hoop still at my friend's house (I gave it to him 10 years ago when I moved a couple of miles away to another neighborhood). I don't think it had a rim anymore, it was so old. Also, it looked like there were basketball hoops all over the place.

Again, this time, it was the present and I was looking at what looked like a deserted neighborhood. However, this time, a bunch of new people came and we played hacky-sack or something.

It became more apparent than ever that the reason for this recurring dream is that my subconscious just wishes I had more friends accessible. I basically hardly ever get to see any of my friends any more, for various reasons. Back then, I literally had 6 close friends within a small circle of a neighborhood- I could walk to any of their houses in less than a minute.

I guess I'll be stuck with this recurring dream. Nothing I can do to fix it...

[greg]

2 dreams last night:

1. I did something that I can't remember to cause me to be able to see spirits. They would constantly fly right by me, and it would be irritating. At the end, one tried to attack me. It turned into a picture of an apple, went straight to me, I dodged it, then it kept on changing form and trying to hit me.

2. This one mostly involved people on here, but in real life. We formed teams, and were going to have a shootout in one of my old neighborhoods. Me, Sarge and Karl formed part of one team, but I can't remember who else was on our team nor who was on the other team. Eventually, I realized that since we were using real guns, I thought it was completely stupid, so I just dropped the gun and walked off.

These dreams were extremely clear and detailed, but I just can't remember many of the details.

[drogulus]

    Wouldn't it be nice if you could have one of those "this isn't a dream, this is really happening!" moments? Then you could wake up and "Oh, it was a dream, just a really interesting one." Then a giant cockroach scuttles over to you and says "...." Oh, I don't know if it matters what he says exactly, since by this time you're probably not all that interested in what any giant insect says, being too involved in screaming and trying to wake up again.

     

[greg]

Was it a flying one? I've had a flying one land on me before when I was trying to fall asleep.

[greg]

Last night I dreamed I heard a voice in my head, which I would talk to. When I asked who this voice was, it said, "You don't want to know. If you found out, it would give you a heart attack," so I didn't ask again. The voice ended up being a demon, and I would ask him stuff, and he would provide every single one of my wishes to come true. 

At the end of the dream, I stepped into a movie theater which turned out not be a movie theater, but some abstract place where there was a bunch of screaming, demons, random lines of paint through the air, and lights flickering on and off. It was as if my mind was breaking down and dying in the way some hard drives do.

This might sound like a torturous, Schizophrenic dream, but it actually felt extremely good. I was in such an excessively deep sleep, that when I woke up, I just thought "wtf? Where am I?"

(i guess in my dreams i went from being chased by demons to having fun with them. Stupid). 

[DavidW]

This isn't a dream, but I thought it was funny.  As I was waking up in the middle of the night a few days ago I looked at my alarm clock but I was so out of it that I couldn't figure out what the #s meant!  And then I thought maybe it's an address??!

[greg]

This isn't a dream, but I thought it was funny.  As I was waking up in the middle of the night a few days ago I looked at my alarm clock but I was so out of it that I couldn't figure out what the #s meant!  And then I thought maybe it's an address??!

Lol, I've done that before.

Just now I took a nap, and when I woke up I couldn't remember how I even fell asleep. I thought I had already taken a nap...

[greg]

Last night was not a very good dream. It was very vivid, which was probably a bad thing.

I was in a city with a version of me from the future, which looked slightly different. That was bad, because the cops were trying to hunt down people from the future, and the "slightly different" look was a clue.

We were walking down the street when, in the distance, we saw a commotion involving cop cars. Then, fire broke out. We decided to go in the other direction. However, one bad thing after another started happening around us, and within a few minutes the whole city was a complete disaster. Random shootings, buildings melting down from fires, bombs, explosions, sirens, people dying everywhere... the whole sky turned gray from the smoke. We ran as far as we could, narrowly avoiding it all.

Eventually, we came out of the city and into a more peaceful setting. I was going to school and it was fine at first. Then, at school, this gay guy with tattoos started talking to me in an uncomfortable way, and I started thinking, "ummmmmmm.... I think I want to move somewhere else now." 

Then I woke up. For a nightmare, it was still kind of fun dodging bullets and explosions while everyone around me was dying. 

[Brian]

Last week I had a dream that I was on a staircase and Alan Rickman came up and serenaded me with a guitar. The song was "The Ball of Kerrymuir." Odd.

[greg]

Another nostalgia dream.
I was thinking about two of my best friends, who live together (dating each other) about 30 min. from where I live. I used to see them every day, but I haven't seen them in about 9 or 10 months, even though we've tried but have had trouble keeping in contact.

I dreamed they moved into a different house within the same city... thinking about it, it's like my brain exploded with nostalgia. It's the same exact feeling when I had that dream several months ago about a girl I used to work with (a month or two after she left).

The effect is the exact same feeling as listening to much of Mahler (Symphonies 9 and 10 mostly)- depressing and ecstatic at the same time, and no other music comes close to describing this feeling (besides, I guess, Tristan und Isolde). I wish I knew what chemical is being released in the brain when that happens, because it's my favorite!   

[CD]

Last night I had a dream I was a character in the world of the Terminator movies, but this one had humans resorting to implanting robotic parts into their body in order to beat the machines — I had to find this eccentric doctor in the past (or today) who knew about the Terminators but who was going insane so he could replace my spine with a robotic spine. I remember running through a giant mall with a glass ceiling.

So weird how I almost never remember my dreams, but then I have some that are so vivid and strange.

[greg]

Sounds like a typical action movie plot. 

[ibanezmonster]

Last night: outside with my friend, Meredith. Walking around some random area on a sidewalk by the road, with not many people out but what looked like half-built houses and car repair garages around. It was the middle of the daytime, and she wanted to show me something.

She had a cup (those small, cone-shaped plastic cups), and inside of it was some sort of small rocket. When she touched the fuse at the bottom of it, it suddenly flew into the air quickly and kept on soaring. It was really amazing. The dream itself was very peaceful, too.

She's one of the friends I mentioned in my last post.  I haven't seen them in almost a year now...




A few nights ago, I almost dreamed again about my neighborhood. One was me playing basketball at my old house (whoever lives there now caught me while coming home, but they said it was okay). Another was me visiting my friend's house on the next street (this is so recurring it isn't even funny).


All of these dreams were exceptionally clear...