Another Dream Thread
 

Last night I stayed up until midnight playing a video game, and then went directly to bed. My alarm clock was set to a morning talk radio show. The people’s voices did not wake me up--I didn’t even hit snooze, they just kept talking. I was partially aware that something was happening, but it was incorporated into a dream. My passing awareness of the speaking voices was represented, visually, as shifting planes of incompletely-animated objects (like objects in a video game, experiencing a glitch), with large gaps which my unconsciousness could easily pass through, thus continuing to exist, i.e. this is how/why I remained unconscious. See below, the jutting planes of an object that intends to be vaguely cube-like, as they thrust themselves towards my waking mind. However, they are loosely organized and my unconsciousness can easily sail through, hardly deterred by their presence.

I once dreamed that I became wealthy by inventing a candy snack. I don't know if I ever posted about it here, or not, but it was several years ago and I still say it sounds really yummy.

You know those crunchy rice puffy noodle things you sometimes get with sesame chicken? well, take a whole bunch of those and glue them together into squares with a thick, fruity flavored syrup so they are kind of like rice crispy treats. yum. $$$ yum $$$

I dig what you are saying. Makes sense from a dream world point of view.

I dramed the other night that I had am amazing next step for Clive Barker's fantasy view in the Abarat, which I was reading before I went to sleep. When I woke up I realised it was exactly the same concept already developed in the books.

For some reason, I don't think Flint really started this thread for us to discuss our dreams.
Still, never mind.

Oh, you want to start more shit on the Cellar by being a bitch to me for no reason? (Mission Accomplished!) I couldn't find the thread where people share their dreams so I made "ANOTHER dream thread" in which I felt an explicit explanation of what that means wasn't necessary.

Everybody ELSE is welcome to share their dreams. You can cram yours up your ass.



Jesus. Am I, like, on a hair trigger, or what?

Does someone need a hug?
I think Cherry misunderstood - I don't think she was trying to be mean. If my interpretation is correct, she started talking about her dream, thought this was to discuss the meaning of your dream, then backed off and sorta kinda apologized?
But then, I could be a total idiot.
I dreamed I was a shark.
Or was it a dolphin............

Out of interest....what game?

I revise my statement, to state that she is free to share her dreams in which things are getting crammed up her ass.

But....what game was it?

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. For perspective, the last two games I completed were Zelda, Ocarina of Time (N64) and some Dungeons & Dragons game on Turbo Grafix 16. So it's been a while since I've played video games. Oblivion is SO cool.

Oh very cool. I played one of the earlier Elder Scrolls games years ago (can't remember what it was now). Didnt complete it, but enjoyed it whilst I played.

I am a week into a free trial of WoW....I have avoided it like the plague (ex-UOer, didn't appreciate the direction it was taking MMOs)...but it's kind of addictive.

Did you ever play Dungeon Siege? Or NWN? I loved NWN. Much good fun.

I played a free demo of Dungeon Seige recently, after I built my PC but before my Oblivion GOTY Edition arrived.

I prefer the one-player activity to the massive multi WoW thing which I could see turning into an animated Facebook.

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night...

I don't know, the last 20 times you've responded to me has been a la pokey-stick, and I haven't gone all Tiki on your ass.

But sheesh, SG was just saying she was going to add her dream whether it was the intention of your thread or not. And you've always been a proponent of thread drift, as am I.

And you're afraid of me? HA! :lol:

A couple nights ago I dreamed that I had just spent the night camping out with my kids. We were all sleeping in this large king size bed, and as I woke up (in the dream) I was cuddling with my son. I looked at the side of his head, and there, nestled in his hair were a couple white cockroach looking insects. They looked sort of puffy and soft. I knew in an instant that they were lice. I realized in horror that since we had just been sleeping in the same spot, that they were in my hair and my daughter's hair too. So I walked into another part of the house to where my wife was curled up on the couch reading. I was about to tell her that the three of us had lice when I saw a whole bunch of them just nestled in the wrinkles of the upholstery next to her head.

I woke up for real shortly after that.

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Yuk.

http://www.cdc.gov/lice/head/treatment.html

I never remember my dreams :(

Last night I saw a naked cowgirl....dancing across the ceiling.

I'm telling Shaw you see her naked in your dreams. :3eye:

No! Don't tell her. Then she might know.

Not as keen on that one. Doesnt stir me like some of the others.

I'm walking through a... well... it's not a slum. But not the nicest neighborhood ever. But it's OK, doesn't bother me. I reach my goal, a bar. I go in, take a seat at the bar, and order a margarita. (The resulting drink would win some kind of award for smallest margarita on the planet, but whatever.) I randomly talk with a couple women sitting nearby, then I realize I have to get something I left at home and so I go.

I'm now at home, and it's about 1AM. I have whatever I came for, and Mrs. Dallas is asking me what I want to do for the following night. We come to some agreement, then I leave to go back to the bar. At this point the neighborhood I'm going through is really quite rundown and definitely full of a criminal element. I'm a bit worried, but I try to get through quickly. There's only one way over to the bar, through an old construction site. I get there at the same time as another guy. He immediately realizes I'm "not from around here" and kind of shakes his head as if to say, "damned tourists." He says, "don't worry man, I'll get you through." Before I can ask what he means, we're at a customs/toll crossing kind of thing, and a very beefy, itching-for-a-fight-looking guy glares at my companion as he walks through and says, "It's ok, he's cool." When it's my turn to go through, the bouncer demands payment of $3.88. I stifle my indignation (not to mention my desire to ask "88 cents? WTF man?") and pay up, since that's obviously the lesser of several evils.

Back in the bar, everybody is completely different, except for one waitress, who, when I order a martini, reminds the bartender that he needs to charge me for the margarita I had earlier and didn't pay for. While I'm sipping the drink, I look around and see that my son and daughter are on the other side of the room playing a board game. I'm not amused, but I decided since they haven't noticed me, to just let it go and deal with it after I get home.

Fast forward a couple days, and I'm having lunch on the campus of a local university. I am with Mrs. Dallas and the management of the bar. Mrs. Dallas and I are quizzing them as to why the hell they would let in underage kids, especially that late at night. The management is very placating, and the assure us that it's against their policy and they'll make sure it doesn't happen again. (The scene where we ask our kids why the hell they left the house at 1AM is absent.)

After this breaks up, I look around. It appears to be new student orientation and there is a campus map. There is one area, the bad neighborhood I walked through to get to the bar, marked off. It's listed as forbidden for all students. An alternate route around the edge is listed. This is new information, and I'm pleased to find a different route to get to the bar.

As we're getting ready to leave, a big snowstorm hits. The roads become nasty but passable, and we decide to hang at the campus long enough to let the streets get driven on a bit before we head home.

:corn:.....and den?

Okay, as I said, if this is a normal dream thread...

Been sleeping very badly after yet another change in meds.
Like, every 20-40 mins waking up.
So all dreams are pretty lucid (and therefore cheating. I've managed to make some about Ianto, even if they've just been waiting for a train...)

I seem to get a few hours in after 05.00 though - and this is where this one was from. I can still easily pinpoint the influences :)

I was in Superdrug. I was with my ex housemate and her friend (dream creation). We were looking for the right pink eyeshadow for me, and as we were looking I realised I was so much slimmer than I thought! Then, we were back in our "house", only we lived in a huge apartment, which looked exactly like the Deep Pan Pizza Company Restaurant that we both worked in when we were 15. Which partly explains the cheese on the floor. Turns out all the girls I lived with were going to work, and I wasn't working. But I felt so embarrassed about that, so I was going to leave the house at the same time and pretend. But they only went to the local store (bizarrely, I was wearing a jumper and no knickers) and were choosing Christmas decorations.

After shoe-horning myself into their shopping trip, I was relieved they went to work after all, and decided to clean up the house AND decorate it. But when I got back, I saw the house was already decorated, and remembered they'd done it as a fun group thing while I hid myself away. Only Lisa was there [IRL the older sister of a girl I grew up with] and she was really upset that the rest of them hadn't woken her up before leaving.

I started to clean, but was almost immediately overwhelmed, given that the place was filthy, disorganised and stewn with other people's belongings and I couldn't work out where to start.

Themes
The book of poetry I found the other day belonged to one of my Deep Pan Pizza colleagues (when we were both 15). Oops! I knew it wasn't mine - I just thought it was another schoolmate's. So that was on my mind. My ex-housemate also worked with us back then. And I'd left grated cheese on the counter when I went to bed that night - contrary to what Mum would find acceptable if she was here. Despite knowing she won't be for at least another week, it was obviously on my mind.

The rest are a combination of wishful thinking (slimmer - also the girl who kept saying, "I'm on your side, you've gotta be on your side too!") and reality (cheese, and the fact I have a voucher for a free eyeshadow from Superdrug).

If I manage to sleep more, and have a dream that can't be broken down line by line - or by trashy tv - then I'll let you know. In the meantime, I dream in adverts.

Sundae, you ARE slimmer. We've all seen the photos. And although I don't have direct access to your self image, I guess you are slimmer than you think you are.


So anyway, I very rarely remember my dreams, but recently I had one where I was part of a small group fleeing or sneaking away from some city run by some kind of tyrant. We had our camels and met up in an old, abandoned building - perhaps an old fort or warehouse. I was scouting at the front when a big party of the tyrant's troops came through. We had to drop to the ground and pretend to be asleep and hope we passed for regular vagabond desert drifter types. I was alone and tensely waiting as the convoy passed by.

I am in the process of applying for a new job just outside the city (my current one is in the city centre); I think it may be an expression of sneaking away from this (although my boss knows, she was a referee!). And the camel bit ... errr ... well, about a week ago some US TV nitwit accused our PM Kevin Rudd of being a serial killer into genocide because he has authorised the use of aerial shooting to cull some of the million-odd feral camels that are buggering up our desert ecosystems. That explains everything.

Nothing. That was it.

If you're looking for actual resolution of a story, you've come to the wrong dreamer. :cool:

I've been having weird dreams of running away from something. I can't recall anything at the moment, but I applaud the OP for sharing their picture.

Last year I had a really weird dream. I was in a dark house, blackness everywhere, I imagined myself to be tagging the walls.

It was so vivid, I could actually make out a few of the words I was writing out. They didn't make sense, but when I woke up and went to class, I immediately pulled up MSPaint and started working on what I saw.

A student next to me saw my painting and said "wow, that's cool". This guy is pretty shy and is an artist, so I was surprised to hear him comment on my dark piece of work.

Hello XAgent.

Three posts so far, no hint of :spam1: and some signs of a real person behind it. Therefore let me say...

:welcome: to the cellar.

There are some artists here, if you like you would be welcome to share you dream art.

Hey, X Agent.

Diz woke me up (yeah okay, I woke up myself and blamed him) at 04.20.
In the middle of a row with my sister.
Been a while for me (a week?) so I did not welcome it. God I hate the negative early-morning dreams :(
She was telling me how I always let everyone down, how I couldn't be trusted, how the family were so ashamed of me... In my dream I had been drinking and overslept, so didn't house-sit for my bro. FTR, I was a good girl and was there at 07.30. Gasman arrived about 10.30.

Anyway, I fell back to sleep, and had a much nicer dream. Woke up about 05.20 after a dream about my evil ex, who was in a reality TV programme and had grown his hair and looked really cute. I was watching the programme with his Korean girlfriend and was so glad my jealous obsession with him was over.

Don't remember the next one. But I figure two is enough anyway.

Wow, I don't know what to say! I'm really happy to hear that. :yelgreedy

Of course, that would mean that I do have something to say now. lol.

Are there a lot of ex-AGers here, by the way?

Some.

I dreamed I was I renting rooms out to blind people.

Which has something to do with losing my job and has no deeper crypic meaning.

The last thing I ever want to do is rent rooms to any people blind or otherwise.

Dream Crazy!
 

Everyone seems to be having strange dreams right now. I can tell you I have had my fair share of repeating dreams and crazy ones. The latest for me is where I sit down have have tea with Aleister Crowley, and talk about his Book of Law. Its really crazy because it melds things I have learned about him from his books and some documentary's on him.

Hi all first time here. I've had some pretty crazy dreams too. Specially when I was trying to quit smoking and got put on these meds called chantix. Anyway......I kept having the same dream over and over like within a week. I was in my first car ever and I just kept driving ona dark 2 lane highway but I never stopped. And then after about 3 or 4 time. I just pulled over into an empty parking lot. Got out of the car and never had the dream again. But now I'm off that stuff and back to smoking again lol.

There were a few, but after the plane went down I ate most of them.

Recently I had a dream where I let my sis and mom onto my flickr account to post a family picture. While on my account they start looking through all of my posted pictures and find a ton of pornographic ones (involving me) which I had completely forgotten about and was terribly embarrassed by, especially since they were set to public view. My mom and sis were extremely upset with me.

I can help you work through the trauma of that dream. We'll have to re-enact the events that took place while you sit on my lap.

Young Master Dallas' trumpet had some little thing wrong with it. The place we rented it from was closed, so I took it to a different place. We ended up parking next to some kind of hospital or nursing home, and as the kids and I got out of the car, we could see rows and rows of ancient people lying in their hospitals beds.

Once we were in the shop, we noticed that the owner not only repaired trumpets, he also sold a number of items. In particular he carried the widest range of coffeemakers I've ever seen. I was browsing the stock just to kill time while he was fixing the trumpet. As I worked my way further and further to the back of the store, I found myself in the student lounge of a performing arts college. All the students hanging out there were preparing for one or more operas or musicals. I sat down and listened and, occasionally, joined the conversation.

At some point I heard a small scrap of gossip that alerted me that an employee from my office had been carrying on a long, drawn-out email correspondence with a programmer from one of our database contractors. I saw a xerox of some of their exchange, and it was clear the employee was making plans to hijack the database.

At this I realized that it would be necessary to a) stomp on the rumor that this was happening and b) officially notify the database company that NOBODY was alloweed access to any root or supervisor passwords except me. I spent the next few hours running around and trying to accomplish this.

Meanwhile I also learned that one of the men at the college was married to a woman where I work. At some point (details vague) this relationship ended up with me and a couple other people doing a cross-institutional focus group to talk about some administrative issues. When I was done with this, I was seriously considering the purchase of an all-glass cone type drip coffee maker, if the trumpet ever finally got fixed.