More Vivid Dreaming During The COVID-19 Pandemic

[ramonmercado]

But, but, but...

Nanny State!

 

[catseye]

I just woke up from a morning dream in which I was in a very small room - like a lift, with an unpleasant customer (literally, a man who comes into my shop and nobody likes), who was there with his wife (who is deceased in real life). He was on the phone bullying a local taxi company into coming to pick him and his wife up. I was there with someone I used to work with, who was writing a cheque and I was trying to see the name on the chequebook to see if she'd changed to her married name. We were waiting to use the phone.

Not madly exciting or revealing, but my dream mind had got this bloke down to a T! I don't really pay that much attention to him in day to day life, but my dream recreated his awful, slightly patronising, slightly bullying tone and behaviour perfectly.

 

[Sogna]

Very sensible and logical dream about being in a university library that had been converted into a lecture theatre listening to a talk on the EU with a colleague who works in that area. Then the current manager of Lazio turned up, which didn’t seem very likely.

 

[bugmum]

My ex would walk one of our toddlers around by holding onto her hands over her head. He one woke me up in the early hours by talking to her - 'Good girl! Well done!' etc.

I sat up to see him walking across the bedroom, bending over, apparently walking Junior along.

I said something like 'For flip's sake, it's 3m, put her in her cot and get back to bed!'
At which he sighed, stood up and flung the baby across the room onto our bed.



It was his pillow. I NEVER let him live that down.

Many years ago I woke up abruptly in the night to discover that my husband was holding a pillow over my face. I wriggled out from beneath it, patted his arm, made soothing noises, and he took his pillow back and went to sleep again.

When I politely questioned his motives in the morning, he said that he had been stopping a cheese plant from falling over a cliff. I too have never let him live that down.

 

[Mythopoeika]

Many years ago I woke up abruptly in the night to discover that my husband was holding a pillow over my face. I wriggled out from beneath it, patted his arm, made soothing noises, and he took his pillow back and went to sleep again.

When I politely questioned his motives in the morning, he said that he had been stopping a cheese plant from falling over a cliff. I too have never let him live that down.

Make sure he trains himself to wake up if he ever sees another cheese plant.

 

[GNC]

I dreamt I was watching TV, The Sooty Show, and wondered what would happen if Sooty's friend Sweep went crazy. No sooner had that thought formed than he launched himself out of the screen, Ringu-style, and attacked me. I woke up and found myself pinning Sweep down by the side of my pillow, struggling and squeaking. Turned out I was still asleep and had to wake up again, to no Sweep this time.

 

[escargot]

I dreamt I was watching TV, The Sooty Show, and wondered what would happen if Sooty's friend Sweep went crazy. No sooner had that thought formed than he launched himself out of the screen, Ringu-style, and attacked me. I woke up and found myself pinning Sweep down by the side of my pillow, struggling and squeaking. Turned out I was still asleep and had to wake up again, to no Sweep this time.

Must admit, I did wonder there if you woke up wearing the partner like the aforementioned glove puppet.

 

[GNC]

Must admit, I did wonder there if you woke up wearing the partner like the aforementioned glove puppet.

That would be even scarier as I don't have a partner!

 

[hunck]

Many years ago I woke up abruptly in the night to discover that my husband was holding a pillow over my face. I wriggled out from beneath it, patted his arm, made soothing noises, and he took his pillow back and went to sleep again.

When I politely questioned his motives in the morning, he said that he had been stopping a cheese plant from falling over a cliff. I too have never let him live that down.

Ah, 'the cheese plant alibi' - it's the oldest one in the book.

 

[escargot]

That would be even scarier as I don't have a partner!

You could improvise.

 

[GNC]

You could improvise.

Hey, come on - I'm not shagging Sweep.

 

[Mythopoeika]

Hey, come on - I'm not shagging Sweep.

A shocked Sweep:

 

[GNC]

Don't give me nightmares two nights running!

 

[JamesWhitehead]

Don't give me nightmares two nights running!

Link NSFW, if anyone is still in work:

Relax! We have all done it.

"Sooty offered me a drink. I don’t know what it was, but I was soon feeling dizzy. The next thing I knew Sooty was standing naked in front of me, holding his magic wand. I’ll never forget the words he spoke. “Izzy wizzy, let’s get busy.”"

Happened a lot back then. Still get the flashbacks.

Next week: How I fell pregnant to Noggin the Nag, and the Clangers give me my first weightless orgasm in space. And Great Uncle Bulgaria gives me one up the shitter.

Oh dear!

 

[AgProv]

Last night's entries... remember three discrete bouts of dreaming.

i) The one where all computer systems at work were still there but in some unspecified bout of "stasis". Therefore a lot of background researching and calculating had to be done manually - recall discussing with a manager that this all seemed bizarre, over-complicated and involved far too many un-necessary steps to get the information and the result you needed. Feeling frustrated, bewildered and het up over this. Serious sense of ill-ease and discomfort. The word "Byzantine" used in its context...

ii) A packed bag full of childhood toys splitting or bursting its fastenings and spilling in the street - desperately trying to collect everything together before it was lost or trodden on or broken - restuffing the bag , aware of pressure of time and feeling anxious, aware I had to be somewhere soon

iii) The weirdest one of all. going to a church, based on one I attended for some years in Woodbridge, Suffolk - 18th century noncomformist church. Remember a service was on, asked the steward if I could forego my usual place downstairs and go up to the balcony. He looked surprised, even slightly dissaproving , but unlocked the door to the stairs - really surprised on a Sunday the door was locked - and allowed me up to join people who were already there. Went up a spiral stair and said hello to other people there, older ladies of the congregation - wondered why they'd been locked away up there by the gatekeeper. looking for somewhere to sit, rested against the back wall and leaned my weight on what felt like a solid wooden wall with a handrail halfway up. Then the weight of the wood shifted and rocked - realised what I was looking at were some very large, thick, heavy wooden timbers supported in rope slings. These rocked and shifted and then the rope sling gave way at one end - felt them tilt and fall and there were screams from below as they went crashing down somewhere. Somebody said "that building wood took a lot of effort to get up there, now we have to do it all over again" in a dissaproving voice, and this got approval from others... belatedly, the news came up from below that somebody had been killed when the wood landed on him - it was the gatekeeper who'd unlocked the stair doorway to let me up to the balcony - felt red horrible embarrasment and went "oops..." as people in the church began to realise I was responsible for the calamity, I woke up.

 

[Mythopoeika]

I actually had a dream this morning. A rare event.
In the dream, there was a news article about a dwarf who lived on a river boat. He'd allowed a film company to use his boat for a shoot, but the weight of all the people had sunk the boat. Nobody was hurt, but he wasn't insured.
In the dream, I'm a lottery millionaire and I go looking for him.
I find him sitting dejectedly next to his ruined boat, which is in a boat house. I introduce myself and offer to pay his bill for fixing the boat.
The little guy brightens up immediately and thanks me profusely.
Then I wake up.

If only the bit about winning millions on the lottery would come true...

 

[Coypu]

Must admit, I did wonder there if you woke up wearing the partner like the aforementioned glove puppet.

Oh dear that's an image it's going to take a long while to dispel..

 

[escargot]

Last week we noticed that gates have been erected either side of a local road that's about to be permanently closed off.
The gates looked too narrow to me but it seems they're hydraulic and extra bits roll out so they'll fit.

However, some part of my subconscious still doesn't believe it.

Last night I dreamed I went to see the gates and they were ramshackle falling-down old wooden farm gates, the sort you wouldn't dare climb over in case they collapsed and gave you splinters and blood poisoning. In the dream I thought 'Well THEY'RE a mess!'

Hadn't remembered this until I cycled past the gates today.

 

[GNC]

Link NSFW, if anyone is still in work:

Relax! We have all done it.

"Sooty offered me a drink. I don’t know what it was, but I was soon feeling dizzy. The next thing I knew Sooty was standing naked in front of me, holding his magic wand. I’ll never forget the words he spoke. “Izzy wizzy, let’s get busy.”"

Happened a lot back then. Still get the flashbacks.

Next week: How I fell pregnant to Noggin the Nag, and the Clangers give me my first weightless orgasm in space. And Great Uncle Bulgaria gives me one up the shitter.

Oh dear!

Oh, you can laugh, but that's indistinguishable from fanfic porn by Bob the Builder and Sonic the Hedgehog superfans. Er, so I've been told.

 

[AgProv]

Last night's entries: revisited the other night's dream about my workplace having to do things manually with pen and paper, and our managers in headless chicken/blue arsed fly mode. Rare to go back to a previous dream in terms of context, settings and event but this one managed it.

~Next dream: a new TV series where celebrities get put into strange situations - combination of sitcom and reality show. In this case comedian Lee Mack, running out of oneliners and witty comebacks and looking positively scared: the reason for this is an attractive woman, possibly about forty, naked at least to the waist, who appears to be vigorously lap-dancing for him. Watching this, noting the woman has longer black hair and her back to the camera, every so often glimpsing a bouncing breast and thinking, as you do, "Well, TV. They'll either carry on filming her from the back, or if they have to film her from the front, they'll do the American thing of cutting up to her neck and shoulders. wonder why he looks so worried?"

well, I was wrong; the camera angle moved slightly, or the woman shifted position, so that more and more of her breasts were exposed. Quite large, too, and with very prominent nipples looking like bullets... woke up, wondering why Lee Mack was looking so consternated throughout...

 

[GNC]

Sounds like a basic sex fantasy dream, unless you can find out if Lee Mack was enjoying a lapdance in his dreams last night and noticed some bloke watching him.

 

[GNC]

My dream was about how Alan Partridge ended The Vietnam War. He was in a US bunker in Saigon, when he turned his camera on (which was large and spherical, more like a spotlight) and pointed it at the General, who was promptly killed in a hail of bullets (I think this was supposed to be funny). Partridge decided to escape by running a marathon, avoiding the Viet Cong's zombies that littered the roads.

 

[AgProv]

Sounds like a basic sex fantasy dream, unless you can find out if Lee Mack was enjoying a lapdance in his dreams last night and noticed some bloke watching him.

probably why he was looking so consternated

 

[bugmum]

The Medic volunteered that he had actually woken himself up from a. dream this morning because it was stressing him out so much - in it, he was duty doctor and at about 5 pm, when he was thinking he was nearly done, discovered that the list of patients went on and on, so that he estimated he'd still be in work at 8-9 pm. He went into a side room where other medical people were drinking coffee and mentioned it, thinking that they might offer to lend a hand, only to be told that it was his job and he should et on with it. (Sadly the partners would take this attitude at the moment!). Hence, once he realised he was dreaming, he got himself out of there pronto.

I then reciprocated with my dream - I had had another baby, a smiling gurgling chubby blond boy whom we had named Charlie. I was carrying him about, doing stuff, when I suddenly realised that I wasn't holding him any more, and when I started looking around for him, Son No 2 said, "He's over there!" in an exasperated tone, pointing towards the cot in the corner of the room. Premonition? At 49, I bloody well hope not! (The Medic's response was "Oh, how horrible, we called him Charlie?" - not to offend the owners of such a moniker, but that's how we roll round here.)

 

[maximus otter]

...the other night's dream about my workplace having to do things manually with pen and paper, and our managers in headless chicken/blue arsed fly mode.

maximus otter

 

[escargot]

(The Medic's response was "Oh, how horrible, we called him Charlie?" - not to offend the owners of such a moniker, but that's how we roll round here.)

A neighbour of ours called her DAUGHTER Charlie. The mother was at least 30 so old enough to know better.

 

[AgProv]

And after time off for good behaviour, back at university again last night... for some reason being the only person left in the hall of residence (for the one or two people posting here who know the location, Fifers Lane Z-Block) and this situation persisting for some weeks. Vaguely recall for a while a girlfriend who in real life came later was in there too, but all alone in corridors that were darkier and murkier than I recall, for some reason needed to carry a toilet seat with me on a trip to the bathroom.....

...and therefore being utterly ill-equipped to cope when suddenly all the lights came on and people came back - blinking in the sunlight and not knowing what to say when there were hundreds of people around.

 

[Tempest63]

A neighbour of ours called her DAUGHTER Charlie. The mother was at least 30 so old enough to know better.

An Arsenal fan who I used to drink with, and who is a similar age to myself, had two daughters, called Charlotte and Georgina. He named them after Charlie George, his favourite player in his formative years.

 

[Ogdred Weary]

The night before last had a particularly vivid, odd, creepy dream.

In the first "section" - my dreams are often segmented, with different settings, characters and tones. I was in a pub with two friends who I haven't seen for s few years and one of whom I don't know that we'll, it was almost a replay of the last time I saw them both a few years ago. It's most notable for being the first time I've dreamt about c19, we speak about it briefly and I think this part took place in the aftermath as it were. We were meeting in a pub.

Second section, I'm not sure when the transition happened, they just happen in my dreams and I don't question them. My point of view was third person - like a camera in a film and I was viewing a creature somewhere between a tick and an amoeba which was sitting on a bungalow roof, in my head I "knew" that the tick was a paedophile/rapist/serial killer, an actual existing British one but couldn't work out which. I mean that that person had been transformed into this creature or something along those lines, again, my brain doesn't question what happens in my dreams. It just sat there, didn't do much but human arms came out from under it. Suddenly I'm indoors and it's my point of view and I'm with two people, possibly the two from earlier, don't recall. We are guests of and being very polite to a monstrous, Gothic Tim Burton-esque version of Richard E Grant in a wheelchair. I think he had sowed on face parts including a huge jaw and grin and greyish skin. It was a little being Hansel and Grettel in the witches cottage, the building was somewhere between Burton-esque and normal. The thing in the wheelchair was also somehow the thing on the roof, in that it was the tick monster and the real life "human monster". As creepy as it was, I was to some extent of the unreality of the situation, I often am in dreams so wasn't too frightened as I knew there was no actual threat. Nothing really happened, we humoured the "thing" and all sat still while it wheel itself around and talked to us, no recollection of the conversation, save that it felt like a parody of forced politeness. Very British. I woke up during this bit.

It's notable as there might be fear in my dreams but it tends to be atmosphere rather than outwardly scary locations or characters or creatures.

 

[blessmycottonsocks]

Woke up around 06:49. Normally wouldn't bother trying to get back to sleep at that time but, as I'd had a restless and apparently dream-free night up to then, I rolled over and fell quickly into a real doozy of a dream.

I was back in my office (obvious symptom of lockdown ennui there), but windows had been smashed and improvised missiles were flying around. An attractive, if oddly gothic-looking woman wearing some sort of body armour, approached me and asked if I had anything they could turn into weapons - she mentioned fireworks and petrol. I apologised and said I'd used all of mine last week. A manager from work then told everyone 'you might as well all go home - this is happening all across Europe". I had a flash of intuition that the whole continent had been destabilised by outside factors (I got a hint of China and Russia) and was descending rapidly into civil war. Ideologically it was about libertarians against totalitarians, but with both sides calling the other "fascist". I saw television reports of the front line and strategic wins and losses (looked a bit like the opening titles for Dad's Army). Lured into violence by my gothic temptress, I eagerly joined the libertarians and threw some missiles at our enemies. I spotted an ex-colleague of mine, who was fighting for the other side and then I felt a huge wave of guilt at participating so readily in such intoxicating violence. A vividly belching smoke or teargas canister then landed right next to me on my old desk and I ran away choking. I woke at this point, coughing and with the reek of dream-tear-gas still with me.
Checked my bedside clock (07:14) and this epic dream, which felt like it had lasted many hours, had played itself out in under 20 minutes. Took a couple of minutes to realise where I was and clear my head, but felt the urge to write this down before the dream evaporated.