What did you dream last night?

It was nice green very tall grass.

Joe(they were having such fun)Nation

Judging from the way littlek interpreted Joe's bicycle-riding dream, I would say it is not Joe who needs a little nookie.

I had a bizarre dream last night, involving Chai, and I only remember bits and pieces. I do recall racing toward her house in my truck, jumping out as the truck still rolled up her driveway, and breaking her door down. She was in the process of drinking some thick-looking substance from a cup and her husband, Wally, was slammed against the cupboard, eyes wide in horror.

I screamed, "NOOOOOOOOO!!" and leaped toward Chai, but she deftly side-stepped me and gulped down the concoction.

I woke up screaming.


What in the name of god could this possibly mean?

It means, Gus, that you need some nookie.

Is that your interpretation of every dream, littlek?

If someone were to tell you that they had a dream of a kite flying over a field of flowers, would you say, "Sounds like you need to get laid"?

Depends.

Well, yes, if they were wearing Depends.

Joe(that would be meaningful.)Nation

This is true and it made me laugh in my sleep.

I'm dreaming about being in a house that has a lake or a stream out in front of it. I go down to the water's edge and playing near the water are a duck, a cat, a dog and a beaver. I am watching them interacting when from somewhere deeper in my mind a voice said :
"Wait a minute. If you say you saw a beaver someone will make some sexual crack about it. You better change it to a possum."

A possum?

Suddenly the beaver was gone and there was a possum. All the animals kept playing together running up and down a dock and having fun.

This went on for some time until the dream faded.

Joe(what do you mean sexual crack?)Nation

I was furiously typing a sexual response about that beaver in your dream when I happened to glance up and notice you had changed it to a possum.

My fingers came to an abrupt halt.

I was crestfallen.

What sort of sexual innuendo could I use with a possum? What a friggin way to start the day.

Gus(no beaver for me on this thread)Ratzenhofer

I had this dream where I was walking two beavers on a leash, suddenly I was attacked by some old old geezer wielding a giant pitchfork. The beavers leaped to my rescue and ripped the attacker to shreds. I rewarded the beavers by giving them a container of Cool Whip. I woke up with a smile on my face.

I was standing on a dusty road (I'm reading the grapes of wrath...it's the same scenery that i imagine while reading it), cornfields to the right, simple houses to the left. Me and two colleagues of mine were talking to a local boss of some sort, very shady and shifty character. We didn't trust him, but had to be polite and friendly to him to not blow our cover (not sure what we were after). His friend was in a distance at the edge of a cornfield, with his yellow lab and a pistol. He was putting a brick on the dog's head and shooting it off with the pistol - making the dog look up or down.... I elbowed my colleage :"We can't let this happen! We cannot just watch!"
"We have to or all will be lost," said he.
The guy we were talking with was obviously enjoying his power and he knew we don't trust him at all. His friend made the dog look up and shot the brick again. He missed. The dog's skull was cracked wide open, with blood swelling up and running out, his brain completely uncovered in a pool of blood. The dog didn't make a sound, just kinda lost balance and stumbled around for a looong while.
My stomach is still in a know.

analyze away....
there's a recurring theme of dead dogs in my dreams....usually when i'm stressed or have more on my plate when i can chew. last time me and my mother bought a cooked puppy that came to life..... i wish i had a less graphic imagination, to say the least

well, i've been sleeping less than 5 hours for a few nights in a row and not very well either - too much work, too many deadline.... so the dog will be burried somewhere in there (is that a slovak idiom?) anyway, it fits with the dog theme....

wowsa, Dasha!

Go to bed, dagmar, get at least seven hours tonight and tommorrow night.
You"ll think better, feel better and make all your deadlines.

Joe(git.scat.go)Nation

(Read another article re: sleep and women this week's Time. I'll see if I can find a link.)

I dreamed last that I was watching TV, but not here in the city, out in the hinterlands somewhere. The newscaster was reporting a story about the Stewart (or Stuart) Tower, an old house that someone had bought and now wanted to tear down. They showed the house.

It was white and had story upon story built up, each one just a little smaller than the one below it, each having it's own porch with railings.

I tried to take a taxi over to see it in person but George the taxi driver kept driving so slow that I had to have him stop at a diner so I could get something to eat.

Then I was back in the cab and he told me that I had told him to wait so now the fare instead of five dollars would be fifteen. I got out to walk home and that was when I noticed that Ruby, our cat who will not be picked up, was in the cab with me.

I got out and hoped that Ruby would follow me home.

Joe(sneaking through the bushs)Nation

is Ruby OK? Did she make it? Come on, you can't leave us hanging like that.

So....tonight there was a woman in an apartment, this apartment in fact. I don't think she was me, but who knows. It was mor like watching Law and Order or something. A bunch of guys came to the house and encircled it. They held burning sticks, probably for dramatic effect. One called her to let her know they're coming and there's no escape. She ran to the window and saw them under every window, looking up. (very Ku Klux Klan like image...). The end.

Yep, definitely more sleep is in order. and firing the boss. that would actually result in more sleep, too.

...that I had a pet donkey who I would walk about with a piece of blue rope as a lead around it's neck.

was the donkey a birthday gift?

Um... Happy Birthday, Dorothy. (?) blue rope. nice touch.

Ruby is fine and was fine in the dream too. She's right here in her spot on my desk.

Last night I dreamed I had inheritated a bunch of junk furniture from someone and my brother, played by some actor whose name I cannot remember- he's always playing someone's brother or boyfriend on TV-- came over to buy some of it. He took a lot and I was writing down how much he was going to owe me and we got into a big fight over whether he would ever pay any of it.

Joe(My real brothers and I never fight.)Nation