What Did You Dream Of Last Night?

One dream last night was about being in a street, a relatively busy street, and turning into a building where the interior decoration was mostly grey but with flashes of orange. The higher upstairs I went, the more orange appeared - but I knew that when I got to the very top floor, there would be a lab, all pristine and white. (I'm off work at the moment, so this is probably related to being away.)

The second dream was more sinister - one where it was like watching a film whilst being in it at the same time. Benedict Cumberbatch was involved as somebody in a family who owned most of Arizona, and there was a big house which his grandfather also lived in; the grandfather was quite creepy. At one point I spotted some kind of carved figure over a doorjamb and thought, "That's not good, someone's going to get sacrificed here!"
 
I dreamt my dad (who is deceased) was admitted to hospital as he had dementia and my mom couldn't cope with him.

He was trying to escape. My mom was trying to sit with him (he was on a bed in a very small room) and he kept trying to get out.

One nurse turned his bed so that his feet were at the wall and therefore he was facing the wall. I guessed so that he'd think there was no exit.

I spoke to him trying to distract him. He mentioned that Robert was a good friend and that he wanted Paul to preside at his funeral. He seemed happy talking about these people. Paul was his oldest nephew irl and is deceased. Robert :dunno:. He had an uncle Robert, irl, years ago, but I don't know if he died before my dad was born. This was the only Robert that I could think of that he might be referring to in the dream.

My dad didn't really have his own friends apart from my mom, and their friends were mostly relatives in one way or another. So my dad was mostly family oriented in that way.

The rest of the dream involved the nurses trying to keep him in the room. At one point, I delightedly watched him escape. He did come back.

I sat and listened to the nurses discussing his antics and how best to handle him. I was quite impressed that they were not harsh in their discussion nor loosing patience with him.

I did just watch the series One Lane Bridge, (just before bed) in which the patriarch was going to a home because of his dementia, so it's pretty obvious where the dream came from.
 
Two bizarre ones. One personal (and not really strange) and one ...
I was in Occupied France during WW2 with a small group of stranded sailors, trying to hustle around a bombed out and deserted sea port. We discovered some alien artifacts - a couple of really weird weapons we couldn't work - and were trying to get a boat back to Blighty.
We were being persued by an equally small group of German soldiers that we thought might be aliens.
One of the soldiers looked like Jim Broadbent. Dunno if this is an important detail.
 
Stormkhan said:
One of the soldiers looked like Jim Broadbent. Dunno if this is an important detail.
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Broadbent as a German soldier when he was younger:
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Interesting one. It involved an FB friend - the kind of person whose life you like to be on the fringe on, even when you haven't met them in real life. She's a former syndicated cartoonist who's now a university lecturer in New York, I'm in Manchester England.

Anyway: in the dream she was staying with us and bunking down on the couch in the living room; I remember sneaking in to use the PC and after a while (only after a while) it started to dawn on me that I was intruding both on her sleep and on her privacy and this might not be a terrifically bright thing to do.... J seemed to be totally oblivious of this throughout.
 
Odd dream: I had to walk into work overnight, through various Northern townscapes, almost 30 miles. When I got there I only had the clothes I was wearing, no pencils or laptop. Was given some paperwork that didn't make sense, and was pretending to my co-workers that everything was OK. I was worried that they'd realise that I'd been up all night walking into work, and didn't want to risk falling asleep.
 
Also from today: I got up (after the dream about Professor J and wondering why I'd dreamt of her exactly) and dealt with some necessary urgent admin that couldn't wait. I was utterly knackered, so I went back to bed again. On cue, another weird dream.

I dreamt I was in bed asleep (in a wholly different bedroom with a different coloured duvet - I recall it was green). I was intrigued and a bit chuffed that a hare trusted me enough to get onto the bed with me and fall asleep. I remember thinking "These are skittish timid animals, aren't they?" and wondered why it had chosen me; I had a brief flash of association with an ex GF from a long time ago. Fell asleep with placid and trusting hare. (Don't ask how I knew it was a hare and not a rabbit in the dream. Definitely a hare. But blowed as to why I was so sure.)

The scene moved to setting up military figures on a wargaming table; after a while I noticed I was laying down not the models but coins, 50p pieces, in a regular geometric pattern, in the front line of my symbolic army. (The association was with mediaeval pikemen who had to stand just so in the phalanx to lock into mutually supporting positions)

Had a bus ride to make to meet an obligation but didn't want to do it - it was linked somehow to a pleasant guy I worked with a long time ago. Then couldn't find my way back again. Woke up.
 
Last night I saved the world from a Terminator, the proper metal skeleton kind. What I found interesting is that while fighting the Terminator felt a bit intimidating, that wasn't the scary part. After victory we were going to walk across a small bridge and my fear of heights kicked in. So even in dreams the phobiia was stronger than the fear of fighting killer robots.
 
Today I'm travelling a long way for work and as the weather is bad, can foresee transport problems.

So although I can get out of some of it and won't be stranded, I still dreamed about finding myself alone in remote places, walking miles in the wrong direction, noticing it was now dawn and I'd been lost for 12 hours and nobody knew where I was especially as I lost all my possessions including my phone, etc.
 
Last night I dreamt that I lived in a large ground floor flat in a block of flats - the dream location has occurred several times previously with some notable changes. Previously it was next door to a badly haunted flat, with the haunting sometimes overlapping into "my" flat - also, bizarrely, there was little privacy in the original versions of the flat, with neighbours having to pass through our flat to get to other flats in the building.

This time, the flat was beautifully finished and furnished, and I owned it, it had its own private entrance, and I enjoyed living there. When I awoke from the dream there was a sense of dislocation - sort of "Where am I? What about my flat? I want to go back home." It passed rapidly and the reality of my bedroom and real-life flat sank in.
 
I don't know but I woke up in the sort of semi panic state you wake up in after a nightmare.

If the aliens are going to abduct me at least have the decency to implant a decent scary "masking" dream, you cheap Reticullan bastards.
 
I'm cheating a bit as I had this dream 2 nights ago.

I was taking my cat, Squirt and dog Coco for a walk about town. Coco was a chihuahua, so small. Both got tired quickly, and I didn't want my cat to lag behind us and possibly run into traffic if she was frightened, so I put both into a carrier.

A couple of times, I let my dog out to go pee, but both were content to just sit in the carrier and travel with me.

I walked through residential areas to a commercial area. I went down (as in going down to a lower level) a couple of streets and ventured into a couple of stores. It was Sunday and I didn't expect any to be open, but they were.

One store was open and was hosting a small crafters and antiques sellers. We wandered through just looking at random items.

Going downstairs, we could wander throughout the main part of the store which was actually abandoned and not in use. However, it had some of its former trappings and to see these was why people would come here. It was called "Youngs" and I think that it was an old jewelry store, but it would have been a very ritzy one in its day. Stained glass, some large artistic things, things that if they had been taken could be sold for lots of money. I left from the front of the store and it even had a huge coloured glass ball type of signage.

Then the sky got cloudy and I started to walk back home. I looked up to see how I would get back. The residential part was set up above the commercial area. I walked upwards as it started to rain.

Can't remember the rest, though walking toward home was the end of the dream. I never lost my pets, they were with me throughout.

Sometime earlier in my dream I was talking to my husband and describing a residential area that had really tiny homes.

The thing I found interesting is that my husband and pets are all deceased. I have cats now, but the two pets who were with me in my dream are gone. They did live together when they were alive.
 
Krepostnoi said:
In a random kitchen, random people milling about with whom i had some vague connection in the dream. Suddenly, my old real-life housemate from the mid-90s appeared, and made a point of coming over and saying words to the effect of "just thought I should say hello." I asked him how he was doing, and he stayed silent, just walking away while fixing me with an ambiguous facial expression. It's unusual for me to remember my dreams, and this was unusually vivid. It feels like a crisis apparition, but I'm not sure I'll be able to find out. We lost touch decades ago, and we hadn't been on good terms prior to that, so I'd be surprised to be on his visitation list, so to speak.
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Not a crisis apparition, it turns out - he was posting on social media earlier this month. Unless, of course, things have taken an even more Fortean turn since my dream...
 
Mrs T and I were at a show, there was a feeling we had been before. I think it was Mama Mia which is highly unlikely as neither of us would go anywhere near it.

I was so fed up that I decided to sit it out in the lobby where I was joined by the husbands/partners of several of Mrs T's friends. We were finding and swapping things to read, magazines etc. A mother with an obnoxious child appeared but was told this was a "quiet area" and left.

At this point a magician appeared saying that we couldn't just sit there and he started to perform some tricks involving our keys, He was really awful and after several polite attempts at getting him to leave us alone I finally cracked and said "For Christ's sake take the fucking key out of your mouth before you choke, you can't even speak properly with it in there."

We were then all going to cars to leave.

I was sorting out keys the day before and had watched some old Jonathon Creek episodes recently which is all I can think of - apart from a long standing aversion to Mama Mia after seeing a twenty second clip of the movie a long while ago.:yuck:
 
As part of a long dream I'll just share this bit

I was in a large room and the queen (Camilla) was on hands and knees sweeping up piles of grey dust. Thinking to help, I was having a discussion with her as to how best to clean the very large proddy (rag) rug that she'd swept all the dirt from under and around,

She was ever so easy to talk to not at all formal or patronising or anything and we moved onto lots of other everyday things. I was thinking "Oh I'll post this on the FTMB when I get home in the 'Have you met anyone famous' section. See I think about you lot even when I'm asleep :) )

Then I woke up and although at first disappointed I couldn't post in 'famous people' realised I could post it here instead.

Reading a novel set in rural Scotland*, where the young women are called 'queans' and were being depicted doing housework in the crofts, before going to sleep probably set up the neural pathway connections lol

Anyway waddya know but just as I was typing that last paragraph I'd come through to watch the Rugby and one of the commentators mentioned 'Queen Camilla'!! Love it!

*A Scotts Quair' by Lewis Grassic Gibbons, in case you were wondering.
 
Had a very odd dream last night where we were moving to another village and had bought a cottage but as we needed to sort our possessions to make them fit into a smaller building we had bought a barn across the road from the cottage to temporarily sort out our stuff. Went into said barn where my daughter Rita was unpacking things she was about ten years old and had red hair tied into plaits I remember feeling guilty that I was always too busy to spend much time with her so I consciously made an effort and she showed me some things that the farmer who had sold us the barn had left behind including a strange padded frame for drying newly dyed ribbons (a local cottage industry). I have no daughter named Rita and in fact no children -although my partner does have red hair.
 
BlackPeter said:
Had a very odd dream last night where we were moving to another village and had bought a cottage but as we needed to sort our possessions to make them fit into a smaller building we had bought a barn across the road from the cottage to temporarily sort out our stuff. Went into said barn where my daughter Rita was unpacking things she was about ten years old and had red hair tied into plaits I remember feeling guilty that I was always too busy to spend much time with her so I consciously made an effort and she showed me some things that the farmer who had sold us the barn had left behind including a strange padded frame for drying newly dyed ribbons (a local cottage industry). I have no daughter named Rita and in fact no children -although my partner does have red hair.
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Maybe you tuned into the 'you' in an alternate universe, who has a daughter?
 
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