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Heiderson, only you could make my J-horror dream seem boring! :D*hugs Janice*
Jammies wrote: "Heiderson, only you could make my J-horror dream seem boring! :D"Meh. I just remember stupid, nonsensical details. That's all.
Jammies wrote: "Heiderson, only you could make my J-horror dream seem boring! :D*hugs Janice*"
Thanks for the hugs, Jammies! :)
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I dreamed a friend of mine and her husband had made dozens and dozens of videos of themselves having sex, and posted them to Youtube. She and I were walking along the street; next to us was a giant electronic billboard that listed all the new videos on Youtube (sort of like arrivals and departures at the airport). The sex videos she had made were coded so you didn't know they were porn, but I knew because they had used their initials. I was fairly grossed out at her exhibitionism (though I didn't actually watch any of them).
Last night, I dreamed my family was attending Easter mass at the Vatican. It was full, so we were seated outdoors on folding chairs. I left to find a restroom before the mass started, and on the way I discovered a swimming pool and water park. Children of Vatican employees were all swimming and sliding down the water slides. They invited me to join them, but I said no thanks and found my way back to mass.
I had more crazy dreams last night. One was a recurring theme of plane crashes. Last night's dream was that we took off in a jumbo jet headed for Europe. We were still in ascent when the plane banked as if to return to the airport. Then it resumed original direction though it didn't climb. It was flying fairly slow. It tried to land on a lake but crashed instead. Nobody was hurt.It's pretty obvious to me that my dreams are reflecting the stress I'm under right now.
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Good for you, resisting temptation.
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I have so many dreams about plane crashes. I don't know why, I'm not one of those fearful flyers. I'm kind of fatalistic about it. "Oh well, if this flight goes down, at least I hugged everyone right before I left."
Lobstergirl wrote: "I have so many dreams about plane crashes. I don't know why, I'm not one of those fearful flyers. I'm kind of fatalistic about it. "Oh well, if this flight goes down, at least I hugged everyone right before I left.."I also dream about being in unstable elevators a lot. I'm not fearful of flying or being in elevators. Generally, I see those dreams as indicating that I'm feeling out of control about something.
I had a dream that I shaved off half of my hair, and then I started replanting trees in my garden to different places. I was so happy when I woke up with thoughts of dirt and growth, it's my first non-work related dream in a really long time!
My Mr dreamed his beard kept growing thick and black, no matter how many times he shaved.He sometimes has a weekend greyish stubble but that's all.
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I dreamed weeds were growing out of my legs.
Lobstergirl wrote: "Interesting, these hair dreams...I dreamed weeds were growing out of my legs."
New in hair removal products... a weed whacker!
I dreamed I was shaving my legs but the hair kept growing back. Then, a lovely Disney version of a Dickens London street appeared tattooed on my leg (I've never been to the United Kingdom). I woke up laughing. Wtf?
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This thread is my official favorite from today. Dreams are amazing reads.
I was on a bus heading to my apartment. When I arrived there, it didn't look like my place, but apparently it was. I stood on the street and looked up at the apartment block . It looked like the building had been sliced in half exposing the interior. Every apartment was empty except one. I knew this to be my apartment. It had a tinted glass wall. The dream was almost totally in black and white except for a few splashes of a greenish grey colour.
I had a dream that I ended up at this, uhhh, cleverly covered "brothel" - except, I didn't realize that's what it was. I had been called in for an interview and had no clue what the interview was about... just, people were sitting around in the lobby area with me and totally stoked about making big money. I heard phrases like "the easiest six figures you could ever make" and "it's real!" and "I thought they were scamming us, but they're not - it's legit."
So naturally, my curiosity was peaked. But I started noticing that the people going in were coming out looking like they were sickly and pale. So I decided to do some investigating. I somehow managed to sneak past their high security system to get behind closed doors.
I discovered they were giving people these translucent ditalini-shaped little tubes that they'd attach to the skin on their breast muscles... and it somehow leached the life force/energy out of them - they were getting paid well in exchange for their lives.
It was then that I realized I needed to make it my mission to inform everyone in the waiting area and out in the general public what they were up to... and I needed to find a cure quickly for the people who already had the translucent noodle life suckers installed in them.
But then none of them wanted to be cured. All they cared about was the money. I did find one girl who let me kidnap her and we used her income to hide out from the brothel people until I could make her well and get her to safety.
By then, I was on the radar of the noodle brothel. They wanted to find me and eliminate me. I was a step ahead of them. I put myself in direct contact with the noodle life-sucker leader, the recipient of this life force that was being drained from all these people. It kept him youthful. I was trying to negotiate directly with him to get his goons off my tail.
No eating pickles before going to bed, Heidi.
Because you ate them all before going to bed last night?
Jammies wrote: "Because you ate them all before going to bed last night?"No, I ate them all two weeks ago. I keep forgetting that I need to get more until I wake in the middle of the night craving pickles, and then all I have in the fridge is pickle juice.
Phil wrote: "Piqued.And that's a freaky dream."
Oh, I have tons of freaky dreams. I just don't remember them all. The few that I do remember, I remember in vivid detail.
Piqued and de-pickled! Poor Heiderson.
GOSHDAGNABBIT!!! I've always used "piqued" before now, but someone corrected me on that and gave me a credible source/link to prove me wrong... so I changed to "peaked." Which is it?!!
When your curiosity is piqued, it means it has been spurred on (like it was goosed), and you are now thinking about the situation.If your curiosity were to be peaked, I suppose we'd have to go with one of the possible literal interpretations; your curiosity has either reached a summit, or it is quite tired and spent.
So I was right the first time around before some busy body corrected me... rude. I wish I could remember who it was so I could correct them back.
Heidi wrote: "Jammies wrote: "Because you ate them all before going to bed last night?"No, I ate them all two weeks ago. I keep forgetting that I need to get more until I wake in the middle of the night cravi..."
Ahhh! So the dreams were due to pickle withdrawal.
Félarry wrote: "And Buffy kicked his ass."janine wrote: "Then Buffy kicked his ass."
There seems to be an echo in here.
OHWAIT! We're all inside the empty piquel jar!
Janice wrote: "Heidi wrote: "Jammies wrote: "Because you ate them all before going to bed last night?"No, I ate them all two weeks ago. I keep forgetting that I need to get more until I wake in the middle of..."
How long do pickle withdrawals last? You very well may be right, with special consideration that I stock up on pickles when I leave Texas as that's where the best pickles I've ever had are (Del-Dixie or Best Maid). We don't have them here. No lie - I spent $30 on pickles at the end of my last visit to Texas before driving home. They lasted me a pretty good while, all things considered (meaning that pickles are good with most anything).
Also, I like Jammers' "piquel." I may have to start using it.
I had the elevator dream again. I am trying to get to my floor at work,but I keep getting in the wrong elevator. I then have to get out and wait for another one to take me back to the ground level to start again.
This repeats several times. I keep asking people for directions to the correct lift bank. Sometimes the the elevator is really old style, and I feel scared and panicky. Sometimes I end up in the wrong building .
Eventually I get to work but I am very late.
evie wrote: "I had the elevator dream again. I am trying to get to my floor at work,but I keep getting in the wrong elevator. I then have to get out and wait for another one to take me back to the ground level..."
By dream interpreting standards, this is an interesting 'un, for the most part... mostly because you eventually get to work, even if late, but you never reach the ground floor... and the elevator is old style, and most particularly your response to it... and sometimes ending up in the wrong building?!! Whoa. At which floor is the elevator getting stuck, Evie? Did you notice that?
Heidi wrote: "evie wrote: "I had the elevator dream again. I am trying to get to my floor at work,but I keep getting in the wrong elevator. I then have to get out and wait for another one to take me back to the..."
I think it was the floor after the one I need. Being in the wrong building seemed to be just another delay. I need a shrink, or maybe just a holiday.
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down town are on these narrow, steep streets. And I feel like I've been there a lot.
Somedays it is snowy winter day, and others it is a nice warm summer evening. Usually I'm traveling downhill. But often I'm just resting, moving, talking with people, getting ready for a journey in the next few days ahead upwards but not anytime in the immediate future.
Sounds like you're content, yet slightly anxious about your situation.
evie wrote: "I had the elevator dream again. I am trying to get to my floor at work,but I keep getting in the wrong elevator. I then have to get out and wait for another one to take me back to the ground level..."
That dream sounds similar to the elevator dreams that I have, especially the unstable feel of the old elevator. Like the airplane crash dreams, I seem to have them when I'm feeling out of control of something in my life.
I dreamt I was building a bookshelf with someone else (can't remember who now..) We had recylced wood from a house construction and I was just learning how to cut the wood pieces to size when we ran out. So I then went on a mission looking for similar pine wood planks, somewhere in here I added finding ice to my search...n.b. this is my second non-work related dream in a week so thinking I may be shifting back into normal life - yay!
Elsa wrote: "I have a suddenly urgent. Or randomly important query. I keep dreaming I'm on the side of a sharp steep mountain. Like a base camp, or a city. Often it is Boulder, but with these red staircases o..."Not anxious would be my guess... just content with your day-to-day experiences, a recognition of accomplishment/completion of some activity... and it's time to prepare for and move on to the next venture/project - a continuous cycle. Seems like a good one... :)
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I never did make it to the doctor's office but I went home to my apartment and washed my face and lay down to sleep. I was awakened by a key in the door; it was a neighbor lady. It turned out I was actually in her apartment. The week before, she had come into my apartment thinking it was hers. I apologized and said, "There's obviously something wrong with these locks and keys that we need to get fixed." I went up to the top floor where my apartment was. The top floor seemed to be a boy's dorm at a college (I was the only woman living there). Thankfully it was a full apartment, with my own bathroom.
I dreamt about laundry last night. I was at my mother's and loading clothes into the wash machine. I picked up my black top with the white checked collar/cuffs and complained that my husband never puts a Bounce sheet into the dryer and then my clothes have static cling.
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LOL! Instead I'm dreaming about static cling. Go figure.
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Books mentioned in this topic
The Sandalwood Tree (other topics)The Interpretation of Dreams (other topics)
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)
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First, I was visiting family in Texas... and during that visit, I promised my BFF (who's Mormon) that I'd go with her to teach Sunday School and assist in the class. She said she'd feed me beforehand. When I showed up, she had a large $9 steak sitting out on the counter as though it had been defrosting. I asked her if I could have some and she said she was trying to get rid of all the beef in her house so absolutely, I could!
So I cut off a sliver about a 1/2" wide & 1" thick and left that for her husband in case he wanted some steak. My portion was about an inch thick and a good 8" circumference. I ate it all. And then I raided her dark chocolate in the pantry. I was feeling a bit greedy, but she told me to make myself at home, so naturally, I was. I did share my candy with her kids, though, all 4 of the older ones and none for the toddler as she was too young. And offered some to her as she seemed REALLY tired and worn out.
At some point while out together, her husband texted her "Are there anymore $9 steaks? Or did Heidi eat them all?!!" She responded she was trying to get rid of all the beef in the house. Thinking she probably didn't realize I saw this whole exchange, I offered to swing by the butcher shop to buy him some more $9 steaks... and she shook her head no to me while I was whispering it to her. So I shut up about it.
Then I left there and en route to home, I stopped at a place in a rural town en route to my mother's home that was sort of a fun hang out for teens - I thought I might know some of the kids there since I used to work with children and teens quite a bit.
I didn't recognize anyone there, and I tuned out the really annoying Radio Disney sounding music while walking around and exploring the place. It seemed like one of those laser tag warehouses/game stop places. Then I spotted a teen who had picked up a highly contagious virus that ate away the skin like acid and killed people almost instantaneously when contracted. It was transferable through direct skin-to-skin contact.
I hid under a table and watched the chaos around me hoping the melting would lighten up so I could make a run for it for my car. That's when I spotted Kat Denning and Eliza Dushku walking down the street out in front of the building. They were linked arm-in-arm and giggling at each other's jokes.
And when I decided it would be easier to find sanctuary in a room that no one knew of in the place, I decided to make a run for that instead - so I went to the Dustin Diamond secret knock to enter club tree house. I just happened to know about it... and I knew the secret knock to get in. No one was there... but it looked like a large attic converted into a studio apartment. And it was propped up on a tree - I couldn't tell if the tree was there already and everything was built around it or they planted it and gave it some supergrowth formula to make it huge and able to support an entire treehouse/studio apartment/loft space. Everything was decorated in neutral tones and the fabric/decor in the room was done in a book or writing print... or in music print.
I listened for everyone to either die off or leave before I ventured back downstairs... and hung out on the palates on the treehouse/studio apt/loft floor (it was covered in fluffy comforters and large euro shams and canvas bean bags). Then I noticed there was a rope outside the window that I could climb down, so I used it to get out. Kat and Eliza were still on the sidewalk outside. They said hey to me like they knew me... and I played it off like I knew them, too.
Then I drove the rest of the way home even though I really, really, REALLY had to go to the bathroom. I was holding it, though. I didn't want to stop in case any of the virus-y teens were still out there. When I got home, I walked in through the kitchen and grabbed a few pixie sticks and an apple on my way to the breakfast table where everyone was sitting around and playing a game of Texas Hold 'Em.
They invited me to join the game, but I decided I'd rather watch instead. They were busy keeping me engaged in their conversation and I was looking for an easy opportunity to slip out to go to the bathroom when the new neighbors popped over to chat - not wanting to disrupt the game and considering this was about the fourteenth time they'd come to the house on that particular day, the family/card players didn't feel bad about ignoring the persistent knocking and ringing.
I hid under the table which had a long sheer table cloth on it and there were sheers covering the floor length window... the breakfast table happened to be set directly in front of the window by the front door, so when we ignored the knocking and ringing, these new neighbors, stuck their faces in the window and peered in only to see that everyone was indeed still sitting at the table and playing cards while tuning out the rest of the world.
And the woman spotted me laying under the table and pointed at me... like she was accusing me that this was all my fault. I looked directly at her knowing she could see me looking at her and just held her stare - matching glare for glare and I never broke eye contact.
Then when it was time to leave to visit family in Louisiana, those same neighbors came with us. They reminded me of Gladys Kravitz and her husband on Bewitched. Only, they seemed to have a fugue about the whole ignoring them issue or like they just didn't care... so I never addressed it or brought it up.
The lady leaned over to me and said that I should spend a day with her and her husband in the place where I spent my childhood - a small rural place in Louisiana... one that I didn't remember at all until she mentioned it to me. And at first that seemed strange as hell to me - and I was like "WHY?!!"...
I didn't say that, though. I asked for time to consider the invitation and thanked her for her consideration. Then she started handing me all her nice jewelry and I was confused as to why she'd do that... I asked her what she wanted me to do with it, and she asked me to hide it. I did hide it.
Around then, I noticed on NPR that the programming was being interrupted for a special announcement that drivers should be wary of hoods who stand in the middle of the street with a large stop sign in front of them and when people stop, they assault and rob the driver and any passengers... and sometimes will sexually assault.
Around that time, I spotted Snoop Dog in the middle of the street and was like "Snoop's not hood. What's he doing?!!" And I told her to keep driving... fast. We passed them and some guys started shooting at the back window with arrows. They hit some of the passengers.
So we stopped at the next rest stop along the way hoping we could find emergency care to stop the bleeding and treat the wounds. That's when I noticed Gladys' son sitting at the table next to me. He was my age. He had auburn hair, a quiet demeanor, a handsome face, and small hands.
And it clicked. OHHHH! That's why she said I needed to spend the weekend with them. And then I remembered a visit to a psychic from another dream in which the person told me that I would meet my soulmate, and it would seem like we instantly had known each other for the span of our lives. I felt that connection with him.
Then I went to Gladys and accepted the invitation and was looking forward to the change of plans. I went back to the table where her son was sitting. His name was Gil. He said he'd just returned to Louisiana from living in New York. He showed me his academy award for editing. We had instant rapport, and I just knew he was "the one."
Meanwhile, Snoop and his band of hoods had followed us. They stopped at the gas station and said they were collecting money for the firefighters and showed us the boots and said that's the only reason they assaulted us - because who doesn't give money to firefighters... and we were like "Oooooh. That makes perfect sense." So everyone took out their wallets and gave money. Generously. And we all encouraged other people who were at the gas station to do the same.
Oh, and I still had to pee.
And then I woke up.