What did you dream last night?

I was watching a documentary about starving animals. Apparently the minks and the foxes had eaten all the mice and now they having to eat each other. The minks were ganging up on this one fox.



Joe(The fox was not happy.)Nation

I was trying to organize a hot bath in the bed of a pick up truck. I wanted to drive the truck closer to the stream bed to simplify getting water, but I couldn't get it to stay in gear.

I meant to post this in the AM but got distracted. It had 3 parts and unfortunately I've forgotten the last two, but the first one was, I was going to get it on with Bill Clinton (the 1992 model) and we had to climb up to my fifth (or so) floor walkup (I've never lived in a walkup). We go up and up in the small apartment building and there are more and more stairs. Finally at the top is just a ladder and it's on top of a chair and the whole thing is exceedingly unstable. And I'm telling Bill, it's okay, I've gone up this ladder before. It's perfectly safe! But he'll have none of it.

I was with my Dad, step-mom, a couple of siblings and my kids outside somewhere. We were trying to get everyones stuff organized. No one was cooperating. I finally had to start handing items to their owners and telling them where to put them since that seemed to be the problem - I'd hand it to them and they'd just walk over and put it down again instead of putting it away. All the while they were all talking and laughing and kinda hangin' out while I seemed to have this agenda they didn't find important.

They were aware that I have a kidney stone. Dad suggested that I go to the doctor. Suddenly I realized it wasn't a stone but that I was pregnant!!

I then "saw" through my skin and... TWINS! A boy and a girl. I was afraid to tell my Dad and was trying to figure out what to do. Then I remembered that I'm a grown-up. (Oh, yeah!) I had a fleeting thought about "UH, Yeah, a FORTY SOMETHING adult - What the heck are you doing pregnant at this age?"

I woke up.

I peed.

No Stone.

(No, I'm not pregnant!)

I started to empty a very deep cupboard with a 3' x3' door on the right side of an impressive stone fireplace.

Some sort of competition was involved--I can't remember with whom or about what. The opposition was very scornful that I would expect to triumph with such small storage space.

I pulled out papers and ribbons and old-fashioned florists equipment, yearbooks and photographs, bolts of material....

The man competing with me announced that it wasn't a fair fight because I was a hoarder and a jackdaw.

Sounds like there are some obstacles and challenges trying to be overcome in all of the above posts.

I like that you expect to "win" Noddy. I expect no less.

I hope the same for "the fox" and Jespah, although I suspect Hillary, nor the minks will be pleased.

Last night, some kind of family gathering but I didn't recognize any of the people, especially the one called my cousin Dave who was 6'9" but had a very small head.

The uncles and cousins were singing some kind of close harmony.

Joe(i kept thinking Dave would have been taller if his head was bigger.)Nation

I entered the lobby/atrium of my apartment building (where I've never lived). The white marble and wrought iron were not a background for a riot of blooming plants. I was particularly taken by the old-fashioned cream and red rambling roses. The blooms aren't spectacular, but their scent is wonderful.

Going up the steps, I noticed that some of the potted blooms were becoming leggy from yearning towards the sun. Although I was carrying a number of packages, I shifted them to my right arm so I could turn the flower pots as I passed.

When I got to my apartment I noticed that the greenery had invaded here, also. My husband was troubled by the change, but willing to accommodate the plants, providing that he didn't have to care for them.

My problem is, that unless a dream is exceptionally vivid, I can only remember little bits and pieces of it.

Like the dream I had last night. I was working for this company and all of the employees (including me) lived in a big house together, dormitory style. I remember being a little surprised when I discovered I'd be sharing a room with a male co-worker.

But there was nothing sexual there -- it was all just very business-like. I seem to recall that they (the employers) "allowed" us certain days when we could leave and go to our own homes.

It was kind of sad and creepy.

The best part of remembering a dream is knowing it all came out of your own brain, your mind, and from no other person or place. All that stuff, the company, the people, the rule that said you could take days off to go home, all that is the creation of those sparkling sparking synapses.

All that information is stored in little wet stacks of gray matter and your unconscious, which doesn't have a clue about what is really going on out here in the actual world, attempts to use all that info to make some sense for itself. We just happen to be able to look in and see what it is doing sometimes.

Joe(It always occurs to me that my brain has a much more interesting life than I do.)Nation

When my older son was six, he woke up in tears from a real wing-ding nightmare. After soothing him, I asked him if he knew where nightmares came from and explained that all dreams were built from material he had stored in the back of his brain.

He thought deeply and announced, "If I can make something scary like that when I'm six, I'll be able to invent really scary things when I grow up."

Like Stray Cat, my memories of last nights dreams are both fragmented and fading. I can remember an impassioned discussion with a stereotypical Oriental rug salesman who was trying to sell me a rug patterned with long triangles. I kept trying to explain that the rug was Navaho, not Oriental, and furthermore I didn't like backgammon.

Don't remember my dream but had a restless night with a lot of them and this was the final image before I was awakened:

I was driving down the freeway and saw a beauty-pageant type standing on the side of it, holding out a pink paper (some sort of promotional item) for people to grab on their way by. (There weren't any takers). She was wearing a black evening gown, with a sash, hair up, etc. Then more and more of them appeared, until they were every 20 feet or so. All of them leaning out into the freeway with their promotional materials plus walking backwards (facing the oncoming traffic, walking the same direction as the traffic). Then they started getting more elaborate -- the same evening gowns but fancy head-dresses, sort of Vegas-ish. (I remember one looked like two enormous antennae, made out of like gold foil Christmas tree garlands with little firecracker explosions at the top.)

The more elaborate women weren't handing out promotional materials. They were facing forward and marching in an apparently endless line. They'd do dancer-ish stuff with their arms -- hold a pose while walking along, like one arm up and one arm in front of them -- then they'd all switch the arm-pose at the same time, and keep walking.

The backdrop was suburban concrete-ish highway. Nothing exceptional. Not sure of time of year but I don't remember thinking they were cold. No greenery in this image though.

I woke up just as I caught sight of the woman in the lead, wearing a pink satin evening gown and pink satin gloves, with the most elaborate head-dress. She was leading them off an exit ramp, finally.

That's it.

Don't remember what came before that in the dream. That was the final couple of seconds.

I dreamt I had my penis removed and bought several detachable ones in lovely designer colors to replace it.

Over the course of my life I have had dreams which seemed too real. I believed in them even as I gradually awakened, or snapped out of it suddenly, if it were too horrible. I dreamed one time that my dead brother crawled into bed with me. I felt his warmth as I slept. When I awakened, I fully expected him to be there.

Another time, I stayed the night at an acquaintance's home. He payed me to paint a room. When I finished, it was very late at night, so, he offered me the spare bedroom. In the course of the evening I had determined that he was a not very trustworthy person. I put my pocket knife under my pillow, as I lay me down to snooze. In my dream that night, he approached my bed, coming ever closer without actually getting there. I felt terrorized, and was frozen in place. My desperation increased until finally I snapped awake and jumped to a sitting position.

"What's going on in there?" the guy called out, startled awake.

"Nothing. I just felt like getting up," I replied, getting dressed and planning a quick departure.

That's interesting edgar.

I, too, have a recurring dream that is very real. Only it's a very nice one. Sometimes I lay in bed at night and "will" the dream to happen. But, of course, when I do that..it never does.

Without getting deep into details.......the dream is very sexual. Extremely graphic and the feeling is so real. It's the same guy, everytime. Very colorful and so damn real, you would not believe. And in the dream when he comes to me....I am just simply laying in bed and he walks into my room. I smile...he smiles and walks over to me. The dream seems to go on all night long, till I open my eyes and it's morning. And the funny thing is ......I am soooo relaxed, like I would be if it had in fact happened.

Before I wake up.....I sort of watch him fading away. Like he's walking off into space somewhere. Always to the right of me and right through the wall. But I know he will return.

I think people have dreams like that all the time.....but this one is pretty neat because the dream comes back. The only real bad thing about the dream is it can be months between one dream and the next.

We remember far more fully than we know, Edgar, and the mind can see dangers that illude us.


Good to hear from you, Brook, have you been here and just on other threads?

Sometimes I can trick a dream into re-appearing. Just as you are drifting off you say -dream, you can begin whenever you want. I'll be here. Then relax and see what happens.


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Joe(I've been doing the family genealogy again. hmm)Nation

Last night I dreamt that I found spilled honey on the passenger side door of my car. I went inside and discovered that honey had also been spilled in the living room. As I was touching it with my finger to make sure it was honey, a police officer called and said"Ma'am, I understand you have spilled honey. Would you like me to come and clean it up?"

"What?"

"You have spilled honey somewhere in your house. Would you like for me to come and clean it up?" (very serious voice)

"Well, no. I don't think that is necessary. I can clean it up. I actually have it in two places, but I can get it. I mean, you have better things to do, right?"

"No, Ma'am, that's what I'm here for."

"For spilled honey?"

I looked out the window and a black SUV with "Police" marked on the door was already outside, parked haphazard. I let him in and showed him where the spilled honey was located and he got to work.

I woke up. I had fallen asleep with the tv on and the local news was talking about pay raisies/increased benefits for police officers for better retention. No idea where the honey came form, but if I happen to put some on my toast this morning, I'll be very careful.

I had this dream last night where I pulled my truck into a rather large parking lot behind some sort of commercial building. It was a hot summer night and the parking lot edged up to a stream and woods beyond. As I drove toward the back of the lot I noticed an enormous frog sitting in the parking lot. The frog glistened as it sat motionless and I surmised it had recently exited the stream and was on some sort of nocturnal insect hunt.

I was really freaked out by the size of the frog, it was roughly the size of housecat, and I slowly rolled my truck toward it to get a better look. Just as I was upon it, it took off. With each mighty leap it covered about twenty feet and I was in hot pursuit with my truck. Near the back of a nearby building the frog encountered some sort of cage surrounding some green electrical boxes. The frog leapt high into the air and cleared the six foot fence, landing on the far side, inside the caged area.

I stopped my truck and got out and approached the fence. I put my fingers in the wire and gazed at the frog. I was actually feeling quite uncomfortable being around the frog and suddenly it bounded right toward me and crashed into the fence near my face. I let out a scream and fell backwards, watching the slimy creature as I did so, and with another leap it was over the fence and positioning itself for another launch. I raced for my truck and looked over my shoulder as I did so, only to see the frog in hot pursuit.

I rounded the corner and grabbed the door handle as the frog sailed over the top of my truck, landed, corrected itself, and leapt straight at me. I just managed to slam the door and the frog (thank god my window was rolled up) bounced off the glass and fell to the pavement as I threw the truck in gear and took off for the far corner of the lot. I could see the thing bounding after me in my rearview mirror and I realized with horror that there was no exit in this corner of the lot. I did a quick u-turn and there was the frog, not more than twenty feet away, sitting there, patiently waiting for me. I gunned the motor and drove straight at the cursed thing, trying to squash the life out it. It hopped out of the way with relative ease as I sped by.

I kept on going, staring in the mirror as I did so. The frog no longer gave chase, but seemed content to sit there in much the same fashion as it was when I first discovered it.

My heart was pounding as I hit the road and drove off into the night. I needed a couple shots of whiskey to calm my nerves. I started banging on my glove compartment because it doesn't open unless you do so, and I was hoping there was a flask of whiskey inside.

It was at the point I woke up and realized I was pounding the top of my alarm clock. I looked around the room uneasily, so sure was I that the cursed frog have followed me to the real world.

So far... no frog.

But I can feel him watching.

Gus,

The frog symbolizes ME.

The wire that you stuck your finger in represents Chai.

The rest of the dream illustrates how I would chase you ENDLESSLY!

Last night's dream:

I am in my bedroom with this "friend" - hubbby is away. This friend walks up real close to me our faces inches apart. We look deeply into each others eyes and can't resist, we slowly kiss, then kiss deeper and deeper.

Then the alarm goes off - damn it!

I woke up felt like I was cheating on my husband.