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What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

I dreamt that I found an Emu, a young one but a tall one and not a Rod Hull one .. I spent the rest of the dream keeping an eye on it and wondering what I was supposed to feed it as we wandered in and out of different scenarios together .. work that one out Freud ..
 
Swifty said:
I dreamt that I found an Emu, a young one but a tall one and not a Rod Hull one .. I spent the rest of the dream keeping an eye on it and wondering what I was supposed to feed it as we wandered in and out of different scenarios together .. work that one out Freud ..
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I dreamed of an Emu once. It was running wild down a residential street. It was so random. I have never seen an Emu before, I have no idea why I would dream of one.

I am having trouble sleeping. I seem to only be able to cat nap for the past few weeks. The dreams are wild. They usually involve me trying to rescue abused animals. Monkey's, dogs, and cats. The abuse is extreme and I am so frustrated by the people inflicting the abuse. Then I wake up with a pounding headache.
 
michael59 said:
I dreamed of an Emu once. It was running wild down a residential street. It was so random. I have never seen an Emu before, I have no idea why I would dream of one.

I am having trouble sleeping. I seem to only be able to cat nap for the past few weeks. The dreams are wild. They usually involve me trying to rescue abused animals. Monkey's, dogs, and cats. The abuse is extreme and I am so frustrated by the people inflicting the abuse. Then I wake up with a pounding headache.
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Freaky ... I had a headache last night and have a mild one this morning .. I've also had sporadic sleep patterns over the last week. Perhaps the Emu is the patron saint of being a bit knackered ..
 
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Had a nightmare last night. There wasn't much to it, really, but it was utterly terrifying somehow.

The first part was simply us sitting around the family home and hearing booming noises in the distance. One of the kids says "oh, someone must be setting off fireworks" but then the sound became much louder and more resonant, at which point we knew it was a bomb of some type.

That part of the dream ended and I suddenly find myself at a school function. It appears to be a high school, though not one I've ever known. I'm in the loft of a barn-like structure - an auditorium maybe, looking at the students for faces I recognize. I don't know what my function is supposed to be, though it seems I have a reason to be there.

The next thing I know, I hear gunshots. There is a shooter in the school and everyone begins to panic. I try to scramble down from the loft via a ladder but I'm almost too scared to move. I hear people yelling about someone being dead. I know there are a number of injuries but don't know if there will be more.

I keep trying to get down from the loft but I begin to shudder so badly that I can't get down. At that point I begin to wake because I'm actually shuddering in my sleep - you know, those awful full-body shudders you get when you're really frightened. I checked the time and it was 1:15 AM and I kept shivering like that for nearly 10 minutes - I rechecked the time because it seemed like it was never going to end.

While the dream was tense and scary, it didn't seem like it would be scary enough to warrant that level of fear. I told my husband I hoped there wasn't going to be another school shooting today. Hence I was especially alarmed to see this article about a shooting this afternoon:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/hi...jures-3/ar-AArSVHS?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp
Judging by that picture, the school does have a structure that could be sort of barn-like. I don't know if it means anything or was just happenstance, but it's been a while since I was that frightened by a dream.
 
Dreamt that the local community tv station was back on air, despite the current government having failed to renew its broadcasting license - thought it was brilliant to be back as every Friday they showed a classic sci fi/horror movie...
 
Ulalume said:
Had a nightmare last night. There wasn't much to it, really, but it was utterly terrifying somehow.

The first part was simply us sitting around the family home and hearing booming noises in the distance. One of the kids says "oh, someone must be setting off fireworks" but then the sound became much louder and more resonant, at which point we knew it was a bomb of some type.

That part of the dream ended and I suddenly find myself at a school function. It appears to be a high school, though not one I've ever known. I'm in the loft of a barn-like structure - an auditorium maybe, looking at the students for faces I recognize. I don't know what my function is supposed to be, though it seems I have a reason to be there.

The next thing I know, I hear gunshots. There is a shooter in the school and everyone begins to panic. I try to scramble down from the loft via a ladder but I'm almost too scared to move. I hear people yelling about someone being dead. I know there are a number of injuries but don't know if there will be more.

I keep trying to get down from the loft but I begin to shudder so badly that I can't get down. At that point I begin to wake because I'm actually shuddering in my sleep - you know, those awful full-body shudders you get when you're really frightened. I checked the time and it was 1:15 AM and I kept shivering like that for nearly 10 minutes - I rechecked the time because it seemed like it was never going to end.

While the dream was tense and scary, it didn't seem like it would be scary enough to warrant that level of fear. I told my husband I hoped there wasn't going to be another school shooting today. Hence I was especially alarmed to see this article about a shooting this afternoon:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/hi...jures-3/ar-AArSVHS?li=BBmkt5R&ocid=spartandhp
Judging by that picture, the school does have a structure that could be sort of barn-like. I don't know if it means anything or was just happenstance, but it's been a while since I was that frightened by a dream.
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Sadly I don't think you are necessarily a pre-cog Ula. There's a US school shooting on average once a week. So anyone who dreams about a school being shot up isn't going to have to wait to long for a real event to happen.

https://everytownresearch.org/school-shootings/
 
Talking about pre-cog dreams I dream't last night of a women I had a bit of a crush on years ago and who is long gone from my life. In the dream she had moved to my town and opened a small cafe near me. I was going to move in with her and help run the business. I felt very happy and optimistic; that feeling you get when you know you are just about to embark on a new romance.

Then she had a massive wound on her back and there was blood everywhere. She had fallen over in the shower and impaled herself on the shower curtain rail. (yes I know seriously messed up freudian imagery)

She was then suddenly fine as we'd got her to hospital apparently but it was so upsetting that it woke me up.

Hope she is ok in real life. She is a lovely, warm person and at times I still miss her.
 
Naughty_Felid said:
Talking about pre-cog dreams I dream't last night of a women I had a bit of a crush on years ago and who is long gone from my life. In the dream she had moved to my town and opened a small cafe near me. I was going to move in with her and help run the business. I felt very happy and optimistic; that feeling you get when you know you are just about to embark on a new romance.

Then she had a massive wound on her back and there was blood everywhere. She had fallen over in the shower and impaled herself on the shower curtain rail. (yes I know seriously messed up freudian imagery)

She was then suddenly fine as we'd got her to hospital apparently but it was so upsetting that it woke me up.

Hope she is ok in real life. She is a lovely, warm person and at times I still miss her.
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I had an equally weird dream last night NF, all I can remember about it is that I was in a field with some people and vans, I think we were organising some sort of rock festival when someone who I used to be best mates with at school turned up to my delight ... I asked what he was doing there and he said "You were headbutting a wall and threw up on a nurse so they're taking you to hospital you stupid bastard."

I spent the end of the dream calling my Mum and other people to see if he was joking but they all sadly confirmed it was true. Weird.
 
Swifty said:
I had an equally weird dream last night NF, all I can remember about it is that I was in a field with some people and vans, I think we were organising some sort of rock festival when someone who I used to be best mates with at school turned up to my delight ... I asked what he was doing there and he said "You were headbutting a wall and threw up on a nurse so they're taking you to hospital you stupid bastard."

I spent the end of the dream calling my Mum and other people to see if he was joking but they all sadly confirmed it was true. Weird.
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nice bit of synchronicity in our dreamscapes Swifty.
 
Someone was telling me a story.
He was singing that he was a working class boy,then said he had wanted to take ballet lessons.
There was an old toaster oven he was using to cook spaghetti with meat and cheese.
Some had dripped through the bars at the bottom and I thought that it would be hard to clean off.., then I woke.
 
For the past month or so, I have been talking in my sleep. Sometimes it's my own voice that wakes me. Other times it's because I have asked a question and no one responds.

This morning it was because I was dreaming that a friend and I were planning a trip to New York. I asked (out loud) if she wanted to just use a taxi service when we got there or should we rent a car.
 
Anybody ever recorded their voice whilst sleeping? Turn up anything interesting?
 
I am literally (sorry) dreaming of pages of text and and the editing and re-writing of them.
 
skinny said:
Anybody ever recorded their voice whilst sleeping? Turn up anything interesting?
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There was that woman who recorded her husband talking in his sleep because he was making her laugh loads of times .. highlights included him talking about penguins on a swing :) .. my Mrs told about a time when I said "The Polish police are here to pinch me" in my sleep .. I've no idea what I was babbling about ..
 
You might try one of those sound-activated 'Sleep Talk' apps. I had a lot of fun with mine. It mainly recorded normal, if vulgar night time bodily noises but we also noted what sounded like the footsteps of someone in sturdy shoes tramping around on bare floorboards.

Nobody here wears shoes in the night and there are rugs on the floors. We decided it was a ghost, no biggie.
 
I was driving to New York with Ted and Barney from the show How I Met Your Mother. We were going to go to restaurant eat everything and run away without paying the bill. One of the cats woke me up just as we bumped into David Grohl.
 
Naughty_Felid said:
I was driving to New York with Ted and Barney from the show How I Met Your Mother. We were going to go to restaurant eat everything and run away without paying the bill. One of the cats woke me up just as we bumped into David Grohl.
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What time did you wake up today? .. my dreams mostly fade out after a few hours unless I'm trying to remember them! ... I had one last night where I was riding a mountain bike like Danny MacAskill and my Dad was impressed .. he wasn't impressed by my stunts at all but by the beach I was doing it on instead ..

.. sort of like this except nothing like this because it's not on a beach .. I was having a good time on that sand dune beach anyway :)

 
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Loooong night of restlessness, so multiple uber-vivid goodies in the santa sock upon waking.
Reason: odd knockings around the house. We've had broad disparity in night and day temps currently, so I had put it down to thermal shifting. However, it has been putting a wee wind up me since these have been quite pronounced, moreso than the usual clicks and tonks. I heard a definite rapping on the wall or window just as I was descending into the first cycle around 11pm. My daughter had been complaining of hearing bangs and knocks for the past 2 days which I fobbed off as thermal expansion and wind effects. We've been in this house for 8 years, and haven't experienced anything like the current phenomenon. So I'm mildly unsettled in the nerves dept. That said, on with the show.

Scene 1: I'm in a hospital or something like one and I know I'm trespassing. I find myself roaming empty corridors. I find my way into a room filled with women all fussing about and being very shrill. Apparently the books are blocking the door and nobody knows how to shift these piles of books and it is causing a bit of a palava. Surreptitiously I slide a few stacks aside with my foot and the hub-bub dies down a bit. The other people are now staring at me, and seem a bit miffed. There's merely a table with stacks of untidy papers now blocking the door. Quite slowly and deliberately, I climb onto the table and move the stacks of paper aside by hand. The looks are now pure venom and resentment. For some reason, I'm mildly amused. I shuffle very slowly across the top of the table, open the door and walk out of the room to a marked silence from the within. Exeunt.

Scene 2: There's a festival of some Fringe youth culture style, and the party goers are annoying the crap out of me. I'm on the street with gaggles of happy twats being noisy, then I'm on the grounds of my previous workplace - a university campus, which has been transformed into a series of temporarily restructured entertainment arenas. I'm trying to get to my bus to go home, but I stop in to one of these buildings out of curiosity.

Inside it's a whitewashed warehouse with a high ceiling and tables of card players. A temporary casino? I sit down at a table and start stacking my dollar coins and silver. Players at the other end of the table stare at my progress. Then the tables are cleared, a BIG SIX WHEEL appears and I note that the place is filled with high rollers in tuxedos and furs. I am then reaching into my bag for a shirt as I'm cold. When I raise my head, I've been robbed. Two men at the far end of my table are smiling at me and holding my money. I threaten sharply, not really knowing if I mean to follow through. They walk towards the door. I follow closely. Then they throw the coins to the opposite wall. I go and start to collect the coins from the floor and am mocked for doing so. "Some of us need every penny", I declare. This prompts dull laughter.

I'm outside, it's dark now and I realise I'm drunk and that I have misplaced my shirt and undershirt. I see a bunch of coats and bags shoved under a hedge. I select a denim coat lined with lamb's fur. Very snug I head off. Exeunt.

Scene 3: I'm now by the ocean at night. There are huge rocks clumped about, and pockets of people moving about them, quite a large crowd collectively, and all are intent upon some activity offshore. I'm accosted by a stranger with dark skin who calls out that we are experiencing Ma-at and that there is a wedding on a stone just offshore. I stare out to sea and there on a flat bed of rock in the sea is a couple facing one another holding hands. I'm filled with joy for the couple. I remember that in dreams I can glide, so I leap off the rock in hope and yes, I am floating above the water upside down staring up at the dark sky, but only just. For some reason it is causing me greater effort than usual to stay aloft. Gasps of wonder and disbelief from the crowd on the shore. Their reaction buoys me and I rise and begin to glide higher and further out. I'm now looking back from quite a height and quite a distance. Another entity is now gliding out to meet (challenge?) me. In the tips of my right thumb and forefinger I am gripping a ring. The stranger glides to a position in front of me. I can't tell if he is malevolent, but his face is glowering - he is not friendly. Deliberately, I open my fingers and drop the ring. I wake.


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JeanMichel Jarre ~ Ethnicolor I
 
Skinny in regard to the knocks and bangs you have heard. At our place we hear similar noises if a possum has got in somewhere and occasionally rats. Then I have to get any access holes blocked up.
If I think there's something in the wall I spray perfume through the vents as they don't like that.
 
That is probably the most likely explanation, Iris. We had a few around last summer scuttling about along the fences from tree to tree. Sweet little fellas. Be a shame to have to get the gloves out.
 
At some point I dreamed that radio presenters were casually swearing and thought 'Wow, never thought I see the day when you'd hear 'fuck' on Radio 4!'

On waking I noticed that I'd left a podcast playing and episodes must have followed all night so that'll be what I heard, durrr.
 
There was a woman lying on the ground with some people around trying to help. I stopped to see what I could do, then walked to this nearby straight cliff face that had water cascading down.
A voice said that this water would heal and protect so I got some and went to walk back to the woman, then I woke.
 
skinny said:
Loooong night of restlessness, so multiple uber-vivid goodies in the santa sock upon waking.
Reason: odd knockings around the house. We've had broad disparity in night and day temps currently, so I had put it down to thermal shifting. However, it has been putting a wee wind up me since these have been quite pronounced, moreso than the usual clicks and tonks. I heard a definite rapping on the wall or window just as I was descending into the first cycle around 11pm. My daughter had been complaining of hearing bangs and knocks for the past 2 days which I fobbed off as thermal expansion and wind effects. We've been in this house for 8 years, and haven't experienced anything like the current phenomenon. So I'm mildly unsettled in the nerves dept. That said, on with the show.

Scene 1: I'm in a hospital or something like one and I know I'm trespassing. I find myself roaming empty corridors. I find my way into a room filled with women all fussing about and being very shrill. Apparently the books are blocking the door and nobody knows how to shift these piles of books and it is causing a bit of a palava. Surreptitiously I slide a few stacks aside with my foot and the hub-bub dies down a bit. The other people are now staring at me, and seem a bit miffed. There's merely a table with stacks of untidy papers now blocking the door. Quite slowly and deliberately, I climb onto the table and move the stacks of paper aside by hand. The looks are now pure venom and resentment. For some reason, I'm mildly amused. I shuffle very slowly across the top of the table, open the door and walk out of the room to a marked silence from the within. Exeunt.

Scene 2: There's a festival of some Fringe youth culture style, and the party goers are annoying the crap out of me. I'm on the street with gaggles of happy twats being noisy, then I'm on the grounds of my previous workplace - a university campus, which has been transformed into a series of temporarily restructured entertainment arenas. I'm trying to get to my bus to go home, but I stop in to one of these buildings out of curiosity.

Inside it's a whitewashed warehouse with a high ceiling and tables of card players. A temporary casino? I sit down at a table and start stacking my dollar coins and silver. Players at the other end of the table stare at my progress. Then the tables are cleared, a BIG SIX WHEEL appears and I note that the place is filled with high rollers in tuxedos and furs. I am then reaching into my bag for a shirt as I'm cold. When I raise my head, I've been robbed. Two men at the far end of my table are smiling at me and holding my money. I threaten sharply, not really knowing if I mean to follow through. They walk towards the door. I follow closely. Then they throw the coins to the opposite wall. I go and start to collect the coins from the floor and am mocked for doing so. "Some of us need every penny", I declare. This prompts dull laughter.

I'm outside, it's dark now and I realise I'm drunk and that I have misplaced my shirt and undershirt. I see a bunch of coats and bags shoved under a hedge. I select a denim coat lined with lamb's fur. Very snug I head off. Exeunt.

Scene 3: I'm now by the ocean at night. There are huge rocks clumped about, and pockets of people moving about them, quite a large crowd collectively, and all are intent upon some activity offshore. I'm accosted by a stranger with dark skin who calls out that we are experiencing Ma-at and that there is a wedding on a stone just offshore. I stare out to sea and there on a flat bed of rock in the sea is a couple facing one another holding hands. I'm filled with joy for the couple. I remember that in dreams I can glide, so I leap off the rock in hope and yes, I am floating above the water upside down staring up at the dark sky, but only just. For some reason it is causing me greater effort than usual to stay aloft. Gasps of wonder and disbelief from the crowd on the shore. Their reaction buoys me and I rise and begin to glide higher and further out. I'm now looking back from quite a height and quite a distance. Another entity is now gliding out to meet (challenge?) me. In the tips of my right thumb and forefinger I am gripping a ring. The stranger glides to a position in front of me. I can't tell if he is malevolent, but his face is glowering - he is not friendly. Deliberately, I open my fingers and drop the ring. I wake.


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JeanMichel Jarre ~ Ethnicolor I
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Some of the details you've described definitely resonate with me. I can't recall exactly what I dreamt of last night, but your mention of looking down on a scene from a great height suddenly rang bells. I'm now recalling a few snippets of somewhere coastal, though nothing much like your scene 3.

In another half-remembered snatch of dream, I was trying to catch a wasp, large enough that I feared it was a hornet. I think I chucked it out of the window at one point, but it got back in. Oddly, my other half asked me this morning if I'd heard the helicopter last night, and was surprised when I told her no...
 
Coincidentally, we just had a serious chopper fly low over the house 20 minutes ago. Unusual altitude.

Perhaps the hornet you dreamed was prompted by the flyover of the choppers outside your window. They go away and come back again, which your subconscious might have noticed / registered. Be interesting to ask your mrs what time it was and then see if that correlates with a REM period - typically at the beginning and end of a 90min sleep cycle.
 
I was floating above the water at a beach and there was a drowned woman floating under the water.
There is a search for a missing woman along the Great Ocean Road so maybe it was on my mind.
 
Possible psychic dream last night. Perhaps.

I don't really recall much of the dream itself, just my husband saying to me that he was working with a particular colleague, Victor, that day. I said "but Victor has quit his job, hasn't he?" My husband says no, but I'm quite certain that this isn't the case.

At that point I woke, groggily trying to recall if Victor really had quit his job or if it was just a dream. Once the fog cleared, I remembered that Victor hadn't quit and was indeed working with my husband that day.

But this afternoon, when I went to pick up OH from work, Victor told me he was leaving and had put in his notice the night before. :eek:

True to my usual pattern, this was something that had already happened at the time of the dream, but I hadn't found out about it yet.
 
Dreamt that The Trump had fallen into some hedges and was struggling to extract himself. No one went to help him. I quite enjoyed seeing The Tangerine Buffoon struggle without any dignity. Clearly my subconscious mind can only state the obvious!
 
Dinobot said:
Dreamt that The Trump had fallen into some hedges and was struggling to extract himself. No one went to help him. I quite enjoyed seeing The Tangerine Buffoon struggle without any dignity. Clearly my subconscious mind can only state the obvious!
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That would explain his hair.
 
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