Last night I had the strangest dream

Last night, I crashed a bus.

I think the interpretation of dreams lies in what you were doing the day before,
the week before,
what was in your mind when you went to sleep,
and any mental issues you may have.

Also important - who was it that was getting creamed? You? Your kids? Strangers? How was the dream presented? What was the feeling in the dream?

I can probably assure you that my dreams are stranger than anyone's on A2K. Some of them are unmentionable. And they almost always occur in the house in which I was raised, haven't lived there in quite some time.
I don't get nightmares unless I'm really upset and stressed, thank goodness, because once I had terrible nightmares for a month and couldn't sleep. My dreams are sort of... artsy and dada-esque, with this looming forbidden far away scary quality. They often involve people I know as characters, sometimes people Iv'e seen once, say, walking in the airport. They often involve silly unrealistic landscapes and somewhat coherent plots.

Anyone here ever had a "chapterbook dream?" Like, you'll dream part of a story one night, and the next night or even years later you'll pick up where you left off, and continue on with the story?

Also, is anyone here aware of dreaming in black and white vs. color?

Those dreams are actually mild compared to some of my dreams. Has anyone ever dreamed that they've killed someone? I have those dreams every now and again. My biggest task in those dreams is trying to figure out what to do with the bodies.

Montana wrote:

Those dreams are actually mild compared to some of my dreams. Has anyone ever dreamed that they've killed someone? I have those dreams every now and again. My biggest task in those dreams is trying to figure out what to do with the bodies.

3 times. Woke up feeling so guilty I wanted to go and turn myself in to the police.

I have some vague memory (all my sentences are starting like this lately) that driving an out of control vehicle represented some subconscious feeling your life is out of control.

Makes sense to me. During a very stressful period in my life, I kept dreaming I was trapped in the back seat of an out of control car. I kept trying to reach over the seat for the steering wheel, or the brakes, but I couldn't reach them.

"Life out of control" sounds so general--like we imagine wilso walking on rooftops in his pajamas, muttering or something... It doesn't have to be so drastic. It could be as simple as an uncoming test you've subconsciously placed a lot of importance on--or a date that you're sort of pressuring yourself about--or an interview-- You're possibly anticipating an event, which bears more significance than the event itself. And you have no control over the outcome.

Anyhoo, at least you're not dreaming about stacking up murder victims... :wink: I'd like to know what's been going on with Montana recently...

My worst nightmare: It is a cryptically cold, wintry, night landscape. It is from my vantage point, slowly panning the dark, snowy forest and field... Suddenly, a loud flapping of wings in my face. Some huge snow owl is just flapping wings very close to my face.

That one scared me worse than falling, crashes, chases and monsters. Can't figure it out. Never had a bad bird thing...