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What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

Last night I had a long and very involved dream. I'd gone on a bus holiday with my partner (which I don't have in real life) and two other couples. A weird bloke attached himself to us and followed us about. Only I knew that he was murdering people and bringing the bodies back and putting them under the floor of the bus, because I was often sitting on the bus alone while the others went off exploring. We got to a hotel, and all us couples were sharing a bedroom, which I thought was a bit 'off'. I thought they were in for a shock when they discovered that I snore.
The weird bloke was trying to get me alone and kept trying to kiss me. I pleaded with the others never to leave me alone with him and told them about the bodies under the bus floor, so they went to look, leaving me in the foyer of the hotel with this man.

I'm not sure what happened then, but it all ended with us locking ourselves in a bathroom to get away from him, whilst he stood outside and threatened us. I smashed a small panelled window which was protected by wrought ironwork in the shape of a flower, and managed to squeeze through to freedom and then I woke up. Presumably the others are still there, trapped in that bathroom!
 
Dreamt a giant was showing me around the trees in his forest. Up one tree was his (normal sized) dad and he pulled down the branch he was on to say hello. But then the giant absent-mindedly let go, and his dad was sent flying straight up into the sky! Woke up laughing.
 
I had a lucid dream last night. It was quite early on in the night so a lot of the details have gone, but I remember looking around and trying to notice details. I decided I'd try to fly - this never usually works for me in dreams, but this time I rose up and up and noticed that the ceiling was made of very shiny material, which I burst through, as it was made entirely of polystyrene.

Then, as often happens with lucid dreams, I dreamed I woke up and was telling someone about the dream. When I looked down at my hands, my fingernails were full of bits of polystyrene....
 
Another very vivid dream last night - but then all I'm doing this week is working and sleeping so...

I was sitting with an old friend I haven't seen for forty years, but we knew each other well in dream-world. We were sitting at a picnic bench, she was reading a newspaper, and her partner was sitting next to me. She held out the newpaper and said to him 'here's a job for you...' but I couldn't see any jobs advertised, it was a page of adverts for Lego. She then wanted to go into town, but I was being a mardy mare and didn't want to go, so she and her partner left me there, with some curious looks over their shoulders. I decided to walk the dog down by the nearby river and went and sat down by the water, whereupon lots of golden dragonflies flew over and started investigating me. I let them bumble all over me (hoping they wouldn't bite!) and was impressed by their beauty and the tranquility of the river and the scenery.
 
escargot said:
That's so insightful, and totally Freudian: a dwelling symbolising one's own state of mind. :cool:

Did you indeed find that the place doesn't figure in your dreams any more? Or has something else taken its place?
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The location has shifted, actually. My dream-houses have taken on a much more varied character now. Much more full of intrigue, with hidden sections in them, even one with a chapel in it. If the old apartment appears at all, it's only part of a wall, or a cabinet or some such thing. I'm glad. I really hated those dreams.
 
Another odd one:

I’m in a large (Tudor?) house, but in modern times. To get to my room l have to clamber up a wall, using pictures and dado rails as a type of ladder, and through a hatch in the ceiling. This lets me climb into a large dining room, beside where several people are seated around a huge, heavy, dark wood dining table. No-one reacts to me clambering into the room through a floor hatch.

Cut.

l’m now in my dark Tudor bedroom with a four poster bed. Suddenly a very tall young woman strides in. She’s quite scantily-dressed, but in more of an “in a hurry; couldn’t be bothered” way, rather than sexy. She has short-cropped hair and a tomboyish appearance. She seems agitated about something, then flops down on my bed to pull on extra clothes. l’m uneasy and embarrassed, and don’t know which way to look.

She invites me to lie on the bed next to her, and wants to draw my attention to a magazine she’s carrying. lt seems to be about making plastic model kits. The centre double-page spread depicts an ornate model of a 1950s-style US military truck careering across a green landscape. lts crew are hanging on for dear life in cartoonish poses. Oddly, the mud track it’s traversing is flanked on both sides by disembodied heads in a variety of hats, showing a range of facial expressions and hair styles, set on the ground. The effect is comic rather than horrible: think Mad magazine.

Awake.

Doolally.

maximus otter
 
Ulalume said:
The location has shifted, actually. My dream-houses have taken on a much more varied character now. Much more full of intrigue, with hidden sections in them, even one with a chapel in it. If the old apartment appears at all, it's only part of a wall, or a cabinet or some such thing. I'm glad. I really hated those dreams.
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That's all about you. :wink2:

There's a reason we talk about emotionally moving on. :)
 
maximus otter said:
Another odd one:

I’m in a large (Tudor?) house, but in modern times. To get to my room l have to clamber up a wall, using pictures and dado rails as a type of ladder, and through a hatch in the ceiling. This lets me climb into a large dining room, beside where several people are seated around a huge, heavy, dark wood dining table. No-one reacts to me clambering into the room through a floor hatch.

Cut.

l’m now in my dark Tudor bedroom with a four poster bed. Suddenly a very tall young woman strides in. She’s quite scantily-dressed, but in more of an “in a hurry; couldn’t be bothered” way, rather than sexy. She has short-cropped hair and a tomboyish appearance. She seems agitated about something, then flops down on my bed to pull on extra clothes. l’m uneasy and embarrassed, and don’t know which way to look.

She invites me to lie on the bed next to her, and wants to draw my attention to a magazine she’s carrying. lt seems to be about making plastic model kits. The centre double-page spread depicts an ornate model of a 1950s-style US military truck careering across a green landscape. lts crew are hanging on for dear life in cartoonish poses. Oddly, the mud track it’s traversing is flanked on both sides by disembodied heads in a variety of hats, showing a range of facial expressions and hair styles, set on the ground. The effect is comic rather than horrible: think Mad magazine.

Awake.

Doolally.

maximus otter
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Interest, Maximus, that you dreamed about plastic model kits, while the previous night I dreamed about adverts for Lego. I wonder if there's something in the air?
 
My dream last night was about something that crops up in my dreams occasionally: a second-hand bookshop that has every book I could ever want. The different thing about this dream was that the entrance/various rooms in the shop were accessed through tiny square holes in the wall at knee height which had to be crawled/ squeezed through.
 
Yesterday I bought some lamb chop things. As we have meat in I bagged them and put them in the freezer.
I don't eat meat so can remember thinking 'I do all this for him!' :)
(And Tim the cat of course who will be sharing.)

So last night I dreamed I cooked myself a plate of lamb, just that, no vegetables or gravy etc. This is something I would NEVER eat.

I sat down to eat it and Techy stared in shock.

I set it down on the table and picked up my cutlery, including one of my steak knives that I really did buy recently, and told Techy his food was still cooking as he continued to gawp.
 
escargot said:
Yesterday I bought some lamb chop things. As we have meat in I bagged them and put them in the freezer.
I don't eat meat so can remember thinking 'I do all this for him!' :)
(And Tim the cat of course who will be sharing.)

So last night I dreamed I cooked myself a plate of lamb, just that, no vegetables or gravy etc. This is something I would NEVER eat.

I sat down to eat it and Techy stared in shock.

I set it down on the table and picked up my cutlery, including one of my steak knives that I really did buy recently, and told Techy his food was still cooking as he continued to gawp.
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DO IT!
 
3 dreams -

1
One of my many cousins sent me a greetings card. On the front was a vivid blue stained glass-type abstract/geometric design.
Inside some generic 'With best wishes' message was printed with 'to (Scargy) from (family names' handwritten.
In the dream I thought 'Ooh, I hope Cousin is OK! I'll message her daughter on Facebook.'
When I woke up I did indeed send a message.

This cousin and I were close when we were younger. She and her husband currently have health problems. Dunno why I dreamed about her.

2
Then it was Techy making lunch for Escet and me. I noticed just as Escet cleared his plate that the meals were mixed up so I had Escet's two lamb chops, still in the roasting bag they were cooked in.
When I pointed this out Escet nonchalantly reached over for the chops and ate them. I was highly amused at this display of entitlement.

3
Instead of a bottle of water beside my bed I had a hot drink maker like the one in the kitchen. It want wrong so I took the reservoir bit off the base to inspect it, and concluded that the connection needed spraying with WD40 or the like.

However, I mistakenly sprayed it with lacquer or glue or summat instead so looked around for a can of compressed air that we use for dusting electronics, thinking 'Well THAT won't do it any good either!'


Yes, I did have cheese for supper, why do you ask?
 
escargot said:
Yesterday I bought some lamb chop things. As we have meat in I bagged them and put them in the freezer.
I don't eat meat so can remember thinking 'I do all this for him!' :)
(And Tim the cat of course who will be sharing.)

So last night I dreamed I cooked myself a plate of lamb, just that, no vegetables or gravy etc. This is something I would NEVER eat.

I sat down to eat it and Techy stared in shock.

I set it down on the table and picked up my cutlery, including one of my steak knives that I really did buy recently, and told Techy his food was still cooking as he continued to gawp.
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escargot said:
3 dreams -

1
One of my many cousins sent me a greetings card. On the front was a vivid blue stained glass-type abstract/geometric design.
Inside some generic 'With best wishes' message was printed with 'to (Scargy) from (family names' handwritten.
In the dream I thought 'Ooh, I hope Cousin is OK! I'll message her daughter on Facebook.'
When I woke up I did indeed send a message.

This cousin and I were close when we were younger. She and her husband currently have health problems. Dunno why I dreamed about her.

2
Then it was Techy making lunch for Escet and me. I noticed just as Escet cleared his plate that the meals were mixed up so I had Escet's two lamb chops, still in the roasting bag they were cooked in.
When I pointed this out Escet nonchalantly reached over for the chops and ate them. I was highly amused at this display of entitlement.

3
Instead of a bottle of water beside my bed I had a hot drink maker like the one in the kitchen. It want wrong so I took the reservoir bit off the base to inspect it, and concluded that the connection needed spraying with WD40 or the like.

However, I mistakenly sprayed it with lacquer or glue or summat instead so looked around for a can of compressed air that we use for dusting electronics, thinking 'Well THAT won't do it any good either!'


Yes, I did have cheese for supper, why do you ask?
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That's the second meat dream this month (that I know about...) - is there something you want to share with the class...?



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More loopy product from my brain defragging:

I’m leaving a residential training course. lt’s raining, and my car is a Triumph Spitfire; its soft top is down. l sort it out, and drive off over grass.

At some traffic lights l have to stop, as four or five young people are forming a line across the road, chatting to one another. The lights change to green, but they remain, talking, and l have to drive around them.

Cut.

l’m now walking, and l have to pass through someone’s house in order to reach my destination. lt’s not as easy as it sounds, as l’m in the basement, and there are no steps to the next floor. l have to clamber up banisters and thick, painted vines to reach my goal. Half way up, l look back and see that the people behind me are a very elderly white man being escorted by a young, bearded black man. l make some chatty remark to them about the problems facing them.

Reaching the target floor, l’m in a spacious, airy, home decorated in an odd, pale colour scheme. There’s a slender young woman seated at a dressing table by a large window nearby, gazing into the mirror and ignoring me. She is very pale, and has beautiful coppery red hair in a shortish, fashionably-tousled style. l realise that she’s naked from the waist up, with tiny breasts, and look away.

A man appears, carrying someone over his shoulder. Realising that he’s wearing an RAF beret, l strike up a conversation with him about my late father’s RAF service as W.Op/AG to W.O.1 Master Signaller.

Awake.

l need therapy.

maximus otter
 
maximus otter said:
At some traffic lights l have to stop, as four or five young people are forming a line across the road, chatting to one another. The lights change to green, but they remain, talking, and l have to drive around them.
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So... I'm guessing that the road was the M25 or it was on a slip road off the M25?
 
Mythopoeika said:
So... I'm guessing that the road was the M25 or it was on a slip road off the M25?
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I can piece together reasons for most of the images in the dream - I used to own a Spitfire, for example - so I'm guessing that the "people obstructing the road" is based on the XR types winning friends and influencing people.

Regrettably, the beautiful, slim half-naked redhead is about the only thing with no basis in my reality.

:meh:

maximus otter
 
Tigerhawk said:
That's the second meat dream this month (that I know about...) - is there something you want to share with the class...?



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All dreams are about ourselves. We are meat. :nods:

Dreaming about meat represents stresses from my childhood, where I was often told I didn't deserve it along with other nice things that everyone else in the family was given freely like, I dunno, basic stationery for school and adequate winter clothing.

As soon as I was able to choose my own food I stopped eating meat altogether. It was a pleasure to turn it down. :cool:

So I buy meat and cook it for Techy and the pets and the freezer is full of it, and I don't eat it myself 'cos I'm not a hungry neglected little kid who needs to wolf everything down any more. It's symbolic of my self-respect. :wink2:

I'm a big The Sopranos fan and particularly enjoy Livia's fetishistic relationship with meat. I SO understand that wicked woman. :rollingw:
 
I had several dreams of the 'jerking awake, panicking' type last night, but only one has stayed with me.

I had gone to visit a friend, who, in real life, I have lost touch with for the last 20 years as we parted on slightly bad terms. I walked down a narrow garden path made of slate to her house. We were sitting in a room which was lined with something like sleeping pods, in which lots of children were sleeping. One little boy of about two got up out of his pod and his mother - all the mothers were sitting around guarding their sleeping children - patted at his bottom to check that he wasn't wet as he climbed back into his pod.

Friend and I were talking, amicably. An older lady came and walked behind me and was standing in a kitchen type room over my shoulder listening in to our conversation, whereupon my friend launched into a tirade against me. I left the room and walked out of the house, very shaken, and went off to find my car to drive home. I woke from this dream with a terrible sense of having been unjustly accused of something, and very relieved that it was just a dream. Also impressed by the details that I'd noted whilst I'd been dreaming,, some of which have gone now, but others, like the sleeping pods and the slate path, were very clear.
 
catseye said:
I had several dreams of the 'jerking awake, panicking' type last night, but only one has stayed with me.

I had gone to visit a friend, who, in real life, I have lost touch with for the last 20 years as we parted on slightly bad terms. I walked down a narrow garden path made of slate to her house. We were sitting in a room which was lined with something like sleeping pods, in which lots of children were sleeping. One little boy of about two got up out of his pod and his mother - all the mothers were sitting around guarding their sleeping children - patted at his bottom to check that he wasn't wet as he climbed back into his pod.

Friend and I were talking, amicably. An older lady came and walked behind me and was standing in a kitchen type room over my shoulder listening in to our conversation, whereupon my friend launched into a tirade against me. I left the room and walked out of the house, very shaken, and went off to find my car to drive home. I woke from this dream with a terrible sense of having been unjustly accused of something, and very relieved that it was just a dream. Also impressed by the details that I'd noted whilst I'd been dreaming,, some of which have gone now, but others, like the sleeping pods and the slate path, were very clear.
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Were the sleeping pods like this?

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No, they looked like the top deck of mini double decker buses... hard to explain, but that's dreams for you!
 
I've regularly dreamt about nuclear war since at least the 1980s. Probably every three or four months or so.

It normally takes the form of aircraft, which I just know are about to unleash armageddon. At that point I usually wake up, albeit a little shaken.

Last night was much the same but within the dream there was a longer sense that what was happening was real. It was genuinely terrifying. It wasn't until I remembered that I'd been tracking an elderly Leonard Nimoy, who was either playing a psychopath or was actually a psychopath (and there was a memorial to Legion d'Honneur holders at Bath railway station - there really isn't) that I was able to force myself awake. But that was after a plane had launched a rocket or bomb, and after it had exploded in the sky.

That did jolt me a bit when I woke up!
 
Mine last night; at 5.05pm the Queen came to the garden of a house I onced lived at. (I knew she was coming). She helped me chop some wood with a bow saw. I thanked her, then saluted and she walked off. I wondered where her security was, and thought they must be somewhere close by. (No Stilton was eaten last eve).
 
Dreamed that I was in a darkly-lit house I didn't recognize and suddenly this group of tall, thin blue "ice fairies" came flying down the stairs. I have no idea who or what they actually were but they seemed to be dressed in form-fitting blue bodysuits or at least that's what it looked like, with sharp-featured faces and either white or silver hair that appeared to be molded to their heads, and pointy wings. They seemed either mischievous or malevolent judging by the weird expressions on their faces. I wish I could remember the parts before this occurred.
 
Dreamt there were new neighbours, and they were renovating the house. I thought it was odd, the last neighbours have only been there a few months, and the house was only built last year...
 
Impybat said:
Dreamed that I was in a darkly-lit house I didn't recognize and suddenly this group of tall, thin blue "ice fairies" came flying down the stairs. I have no idea who or what they actually were but they seemed to be dressed in form-fitting blue bodysuits or at least that's what it looked like, with sharp-featured faces and either white or silver hair that appeared to be molded to their heads, and pointy wings. They seemed either mischievous or malevolent judging by the weird expressions on their faces. I wish I could remember the parts before this occurred.
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Sounds like the 'tooth fairies' from Hellboy

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Impybat said:
Dreamed that I was in a darkly-lit house I didn't recognize and suddenly this group of tall, thin blue "ice fairies" came flying down the stairs. I have no idea who or what they actually were but they seemed to be dressed in form-fitting blue bodysuits or at least that's what it looked like, with sharp-featured faces and either white or silver hair that appeared to be molded to their heads, and pointy wings. They seemed either mischievous or malevolent judging by the weird expressions on their faces. I wish I could remember the parts before this occurred.
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UFO abduction!
 
Last night I dreamed I was still married to my ex husband (who is the father of my actual children). I was pregnant, yet my current age (60). I could feel the baby moving inside me and the legs sticking out to one side. And yet, at the same time, I'd had the baby, who was DEFINITELY a girl, yet I knew was really a boy (something about the shape of his head...) So I was alternately carrying this baby around, or pregnant with him. We were driving and at an airport, and I wondered if people would think 'what the hell is this grey haired old woman doing pregnant?' Part of me was quite looking forward to having a new baby. I was slightly worried about the way it felt inside me (definite lines of limbs poking out) and wondered if a scan would show any anomalies. Then I began to worry that my age may mean that the baby had problems and I was considering that when I woke up.

Yesterday I also dreamed about being pregnant. On both nights I went to bed slightly hungry and I wonder if my brain is interpreting a rumbling tummy as a baby moving?
 
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