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I had a dream..(help!)
yeah, it's time to wake up and go to the bathroom.
I have a reoccuring dream that gets progressively worse everytime I have it. I'm walking through my house and everywhere I look, everything that's mine is destroyed. My clothes are shredded, all the decor is broken, every piece of furniture has deep gouges and cracks, my toothbrush is in the toilet, etc. I start to panic and rush to my room to pack...I have no idea what because there is nothing left that's not destroyed. I grab my mangled suitcase anyway and sprint for the front door. I'm almost there when people start grabbing my flesh and ripping it off...all the pieces of flesh come off in the shapes of puzzle pieces...by the time I make it out the door there are only a few pieces of me left and I have no where to go.
I had a dream Friday night that I attended my high school reunion on the corner of Katy, Texas and Brazil (or maybe Argentina?) where everyone was getting around on roller skates and fairly close to my grandmother's high-rise condo (my grandmother actually lives in Illinois). My grandmother (and friends) invited everyone over for a home-cooked meal. I remember being super surprised that the place didn't smell like cat piss... pleasantly surprised.
i had an awful nightmare last night. my legs hurt so much and had so little strenght in them that i couldn't walk anymore. i had to crawl, which was still painful, but at least i could go where i wanted to go: a shoe store to buy new shoes.
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Just checking in briefly to tell about this.I just had a dream in which my brother had returned from living in Russia, and he decided to give me his car, which at first all I knew was that it was a hybrid of some kind. The strange thing was that he was with his first wife who has been dead since about 1978. WTF?
So I was driving this car around, marveling at how little gas it used. Then I knew I had to get to where I was starting a new class of some kind. I was late, and concerned there wouldn't be room for me in the class. When I finally found the building where the class was, there were a whole bunch of wheelchairs parked by the door as I went in. And for some reason, I had a small wheelchair that I also had to leave by the door.
It turned out that the class was a writing course being taught by none other than Sally. Yup -- Sally. As I walked in, I recognized another person from high school days who actually died of ALS last year and whose FB page is still up. Sally had already begun teaching, and had a whole bunch of stuff written on the board. I wasn't even surprised when she recognized me right away (we've never met) -- but hey, it was my dream.
All I could think of to tell her and the rest of the class was that my brother had just moved back from Russia, and that he had given me his Prius that happened to be the same color as Sally's. She didn't seem impressed by that at all. Somehow, the news about my brother was relevant to the coursework she had planned.
And then I woke up.
Last night I dreamed I was in a large, sunny white room with big windows and Bruce Springsteen was complaining to me about the number of huge potted plants in the room. He was not sure he had enough space to do his work. The he sang softly to me, "put your hand on my hip, put your hand on my hip" over and over and we danced. Sigh.
On Sunday I dreamed that I was writing a Victorian, gay, werewolf, non-consensual erotic story.
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I've had two dreams recently that my neighborhood was being bombed.
i dreamt i woke up and was covered in blood (my blood). not creepy covered in blood, but pretty covered in blood, and everything i touched was also pretty covered in blood.
janine wrote: "i dreamt i woke up and was covered in blood (my blood). not creepy covered in blood, but pretty covered in blood, and everything i touched was also pretty covered in blood."This is not awesome.
Lobstergirl wrote: "Dr. Phil and his wife ran some kind of B&B or inn. They printed a fake newspaper for all the inn guests, with fake stories and photos about themselves. I was walking from room to room, trying to ..."
This is awesome.
janine wrote: "i dreamt i woke up and was covered in blood (my blood). not creepy covered in blood, but pretty covered in blood, and everything i touched was also pretty covered in blood."fascinating
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I had a recurring dream when I was a young teenager. In the dream, I stowed away in the trunk of my aunt and uncle's car. They stopped for gas; I got out of the trunk and walked up to a dilapidated two-story house on a hill; I opened the front door, which closed behind me, and I saw a long hallway with many doors on each side; every door I tried led to a room with no windows, until I finally chose a door that opened to a windowed room; I looked out the window and saw a nest of rattlesnakes underneath. No escape. I continued down the hall until I came to a curtain which I knew hid a doctor creating a Frankenstein-like creature. I pushed the curtain aside and saw the doctor's white-coated back standing before an operating table. Then I woke up.
A dream about smelling the earth is fantastic.
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i had a dream about buying books and chocolate.
I had a dream about Sally a while back. I think I documented here in this thread somewhere.
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i dreamt there was some sort of apocalyps and the world was burning. the fire was coming in the direction of me and the person i was with. he told me to climb a house. when we were on the house we could climb on a shelf on a wall. the shelf was so high the flames couldn't reach it and somehow the wall wasn't destroyed by the fire, even though everything else was destroyed by it. sitting on the shelf i could see the world. it was tiny and swallowed in flames. when the fire was over we climbed down from the shelf and discovered we weren't the only survivors. there was a very high percentage of TC'ers among the survivors. we started to rebuild the world, and everything was strange and illogical.
Now that last sentence doesn't fit with the next-to-last sentence, does it? Does it?I mean ....
i don't remember there being a pedantic monkey among the survivors, so how would you know?
Sorry you didn't survive Larry. Maybe you can make a comeback in a future dream.
janine wrote: "i don't remember there being a pedantic monkey among the survivors, so how would you know?"Oh snap!
So, a dream shared here is subject to criticism? Must be defended?
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Why would you ever have to defend a dream? *boggle*
i dreamt my new (used) refrigerator fell apart.
janine wrote: "i dreamt my new (used) refrigerator fell apart."Hope it doesn't really happen.
Ever had a dream that made you know how it feels to face death? I was in a car going over a cliff and looking at the rocks below. I knew I was going to die. I still remember how I felt.
Last night I dreamed about a big hotel where we were attending a conference. There was some kind of mind-control thing going on, people were turning into these walking talking zombies and we had to figure out how to avoid the mind-control (don't drink the water? don't look at the elevators?) and rescue our soon-to-be adopted infant from the hotel nursery and get her the hell out of there.
I dreamed that my whole street was parked up with blue Nissan Cubes, and when I looked out the window, I realized someone had torn the rear bumper off of all of them. This car is cursed, even in dreams.
Scout wrote: "Ever had a dream that made you know how it feels to face death? I was in a car going over a cliff and looking at the rocks below. I knew I was going to die. I still remember how I felt."I dreamt that I died. I was shot in the back in my old highschool parking lot.
I also dreamt another time that I was deep in the ocean. It was very dark and I knew I was going to drown. The next night, I dreamt I was in Miami, about to board a cruise ship to Aruba. I was crying on a payphone to my mother that I was afraid to go, because I was afraid that the dream would come true.
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Interesting, LG. Do you think your unconscious associates the NYTimes with mental "comfort food"?
Or maybe, on some level, you believe that Maureen Dowd, Thomas Friedman, and David Brooks would all be better if smothered in melted cheddar...
... salt, pepper, and NYTimes to taste ....
Janice, sound like real dreams to me. Did they tell you anything you could use?
I believe that dreams should be taken seriously. Making up a dream is akin to calling in to work and saying your grandma died. It might come true.
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Do you think your unconscious associates the NYTimes with mental "comfort food"?
Or maybe, on some level, you believe that Maureen Dowd, Thomas Friedman, and David Brooks would all be better if smothered in melted cheddar... "
No, and no. The only thing that would make them better is not publishing them.
Lobstergirl wrote: "No, and no. The only thing that would make them better is not publishing them..."Cover them in enough cheddar cheese and that might be possible.
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Scout wrote: "Janice, sound like real dreams to me. Did they tell you anything you could use?"What do you mean by real dreams? I catagorize some dreams as significant and the dreams I mentioned were definitely that.
I did get useful information from them.
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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)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Henning Mankell (other topics)Fox Butterfield (other topics)
William Greider (other topics)
>>I have so many dreams about bathrooms, toilets<<
I thought I was the only one. When I dream about toilets, it's that they are completely filthy and I can't use them. Also that they are either out in the open or in a room that has no door or it doesn't lock. I'm sure there must be some deep, dark psychological reason for all of this.