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I had a dream..(help!)
RandomAnthony wrote: "Was Ted Danson there, Lobstergirl?
OMG! No, but I have had a dream about him. Let me pull it up....(accessing dream diary)...I was in D.C., walking up Mass Ave. with Ted Danson and a woman. Ted told me that his daughters were ages 57, 28, 22, something, and 5.
OMG! No, but I have had a dream about him. Let me pull it up....(accessing dream diary)...I was in D.C., walking up Mass Ave. with Ted Danson and a woman. Ted told me that his daughters were ages 57, 28, 22, something, and 5.

I dreamed that an old boss asked everyone to write down two numbers. I wrote down 58 and something else. He came over and handed me $98 because that was the total of my two numbers.
(No, this isn't a math problem....and why didn't I write down 3,435,233 and 87,543,098??)
In the second part of the dream I was with a friend of mine in a bookstore. I was about to point to Let the Great World Spin and suggest that she would like it, but then I remembered I hadn't read it myself so I shut up.
(No, this isn't a math problem....and why didn't I write down 3,435,233 and 87,543,098??)
In the second part of the dream I was with a friend of mine in a bookstore. I was about to point to Let the Great World Spin and suggest that she would like it, but then I remembered I hadn't read it myself so I shut up.
I dreamed I was looking at some U.S. postage stamps commemorating Roberto Cavallieri and his sister, Robertá Cavallieri. They had lived during WWII, I think, maybe as resistance fighters in Italy? There was the whiff of perversion about them - it wasn't clear whether they had been lovers, or what, but I found one photo where someone had a hand on Robertá's clothed crotch. I kept paging through this postage stamp catalog, because you could peel away the stamps, but it was still in the production stage so you couldn't actually use them. They didn't have amounts on them, and they were still just artists' drafts.
Later in the dream I was going through a buffet and loading my plate with pineapple rings and ice cream but that's neither here nor there.
Later in the dream I was going through a buffet and loading my plate with pineapple rings and ice cream but that's neither here nor there.
Dreamed I was walking through a school with an Indian woman who was telling me about her arranged marriage. We passed a black and white portrait of Andy Sipowicz from NYPD Blue.

when i woke up i was hungry.

Last night I dreamed I was getting a tattoo. Not a nice little discrete one but an enormous one that covered my right thigh. Thank god I woke before they started ... I will keep the description of the tat to myself. :)
Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Last night I dreamed I was getting a tattoo. Not a nice little discrete one but an enormous one that covered my right thigh. Thank god I woke before they started ... I will keep the description of..."
Was it Obama getting a blowjob?
Was it Obama getting a blowjob?
Cynthia wrote: "The other night I dreamed I performed a sexual act on our president while his wife was in Spain. I can't believe I am sharing this here."
Cynthia, there's a term for this: Obamasm. The New York Times did a story on it. Apparently many women have dreams of sex with Obama, or at least they were in February 2009.
Cynthia, there's a term for this: Obamasm. The New York Times did a story on it. Apparently many women have dreams of sex with Obama, or at least they were in February 2009.
Lobstergirl wrote: "Gail "cyborg" wrote: "Last night I dreamed I was getting a tattoo. Not a nice little discrete one but an enormous one that covered my right thigh. Thank god I woke before they started ... I will k..."
Haha. No, American Presidents don't feature very highly in my dreams thankfully. Doesn't matter what they are doing.
Haha. No, American Presidents don't feature very highly in my dreams thankfully. Doesn't matter what they are doing.

The night before that, I dreamed about a guy who I knew back in Texas around the time I was in high school who I recently reconnected with on FB... and he's still totally hot(RANDOM!). I dreamed that we were in the middle of a conversation in a large white marble room - I was sitting in a large overstuffed chair w/ ottoman, cozy, and found a magazine or catalog to peruse while he was moving around to get stuff done and talking to me from across the room. It seemed like I was waiting for something (or maybe someone). We just kept talking like that. Anyway at some point during the conversation, I heard him turn off the water. I looked up and there he was - taking a shower in this beautiful glass-windowed shower stall. And there just happened to be a shower smack dab in the middle of the living room. He reached for his towel because he'd just finished the shower and turned around... the towel strategically placed just so. His towel was moving downward. I couldn't see anything, but he was completely not self-conscious and unaware of the fact that he was about to flash me when I guess he noticed the look on my face. And he asked me, "Did we ever?... You've never seen me naked before now, have you?" I shook my head no. SO he nodded to himself, wrapped the towel around his waist, and stepped out of the shower. He walked over to where I was sitting and sat down on the ottoman, pulling it across from me and smiled and said, "..." and then I woke up. I don't know what he said. UGH!!!
Your dreams sound like fun Heidi, maybe we can do a swap? I don't really want a tattoo.
"Ze plane, ze plane."

I liked my dreams, too!!! I totally look forward to bed time these days. :)

Cynthia, there's a term for this: Obamasm...."
LG, it's good to know I am not alone in this. It freaked me out.

cue scary music
A couple nights back I dreamed that two pieces of cake in the refrigerator were talking with each other.

i want that dream.

When I was pregnant with my oldest child, I woke up in a cold sweat from a dream that involved giving birth to a fully dressed, full-grown Hispanic woman in a skirt and heels. She was talking to me and she was NOT happy with me.

Wait ... did I already post about this? Deja vu.

I had a similar dream while pregnant with my youngest in which I gave birth to a toddler that had full vocabulary/speech capability. His head was the size of an adult's. That dream scared the crap out of me.

I've never had a dream about talking cake, that would be awesome. I did dream recently that I was in this huge mansion and I came across an owl in a clear glass cube. It had no lid, so he could've flown away, but he didn't. He started talking up a storm to me because he was so lonely.

Just trying to help jump start things for ya :).

I dreamed I was cutting slices of raw onion to put on already-cooked pizzas for Stephen Metcalf.
I dreamed I was in a huge futuristic stadium, attending an Eminem concert. The stage was way up above the floor, maybe 70 feet, and very narrow and shallow. I was sitting directly below Eminem. His music was very loud and melodic, not like rap. I decided it would be good for my ipod so I wrote down the lyrics: "Ai, ai, ai." He was looking over at his special groupies, the ones he was sleeping with. Gisele Bündchen came over by me. She clearly wanted to be his main groupie. She was wearing an extremely short skirt and you could see her underwear. I said something like, "Wave to him" and she looked up at him and he nodded to her.
Last night I had a postmodern dream - I dreamed I was telling some people about the dream I'd had (yes, I really had it) 4 nights earlier.
Then, Diane Sawyer wanted to use the bathroom but she was waiting for me to leave the area. I guess she had to do a #2 and didn't want an audience.
Then, Diane Sawyer wanted to use the bathroom but she was waiting for me to leave the area. I guess she had to do a #2 and didn't want an audience.

i dreamt about a woman who liked slicing people up with power tools. she used the blood and body parts to make art. i was forced to watch.
i also dreamt i was pregnant and the pregnancy turned me into a paranoid bitch. that dream made me really sad.
I dreamed I was hanging out with these two youngish brothers, maybe age 18-20. These two tigers walked up to us. The brothers got on the tigers' backs and the tigers walked away slowly. Then they came back. One brother sat next to me, the other brother sat next to one of the tigers, facing away from us. The tiger was sitting up just like a person, with his left paw resting on the boy. Then I saw that he was raking his paw down the boy's back, and the boy's shirt was soaked in blood. The other brother and I sat there, motionless. Then the tiger sank his teeth into the boy's right shoulder. The boy started screaming, but didn't move at all. After a few minutes of screaming, I got up and started running. We were in some kind of open temple. I ran through its columns and down a grassy hill and saw some people. I screamed, "There's a tiger up there, attacking a boy!" The people mostly ignored me.
It was very scary. I was glad to wake up. The brothers looked kind of like Sanjaya from American Idol.
I dreamt that Sweeter's family had brought us to Disneyland (I dream about a Disneyland of my own very frequently) and we were riding the monorail from the hotel to the park. There was a junction where we were supposed to change monorails and I missed it, almost got stuck in the sliding doors, and had to take the first monorail to its end. As we continued on we passed all these weirdly faded and decrepit old McDonalds like places with faded paint and peeling wood. When we got to the station, there were all these icky meth heads all over the place and I was so sad and feeling so lost. It was icky and awful and went on and on.

dream #1: two men and a referee were in a really big fighting ring. the two men were circling each other when one of them pulled a really big kitchen knive. this was of course against the rules so the referee tried to take the knive from him, but he wouldn't give it up. i woke up before the situation was resolved.
dream #2: two men were kissing each other. for some reason they couldn't be together, even though they clearly loved each other.
dream #3: i was being followed by a murderous dog. he was faster than me and of course i tripped and fell and its teeth were at my throat. i could see the teeth were made of steel and were extra sharp and specifically made for killing. then he suddenly ran, he spotted someone else who for some reason needed to be killed first. i got up an ran, pulling statues from their pedestals to distract the dog. he ate them and then came after me again. he was really fast, and though i was strong enough to pull all the statues down, and there were a lot of statues, the dog kept closing in on me. i would trip and fall again, and it would be at my throat again, with its razorsharp modified teeth. but every time, at the last moment, he saw someone else who needed to be killed first.
dream #4: i needed to go to the bathroom, but there was something wrong with every bathroom i tried. some were just plain dirty, others had doors made of paper, others had doors that wouldn't close properly, and others were not bathrooms but trashcans. most of them had doors of clear glass too, but i didn't seem to mind that. i finally gave up and noticed everyone else had gone, except for the guy i liked who i thought hated me. but he stayed and we started to put on our shoes. i noticed he had extremely long legs and then i woke up.
I have so many dreams about bathrooms, toilets and showers it isn't even funny. I probably dream more about that than anything else.
Books mentioned in this topic
The Sandalwood Tree (other topics)The Interpretation of Dreams (other topics)
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Henning Mankell (other topics)Fox Butterfield (other topics)
William Greider (other topics)
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