I haven’t been remembering many of my dreams lately. Last nights did stick though. I was travelling with an old friend that I haven’t seen for years, through Germany. It was odd sitting in the right hand seat in the car but not be driving. As we descended in to a hilly town, I began taking pictures of the traditional German buildings in my phone. We stopped off in the town, called Peanut, to exchange our money for Euros and were accosted by a camera crew that wanted to know how we would vote. We told them we were not local and carried on our way. There were crowds gathered around the polling station and a man with a megaphone announced a free X-Box for everyone that votes. As we moved away from the crowds I told my friend that me and a girl from long long ago had split up. She didn’t seem surprised. That’s all I remember.
I had a dream that took place on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.. But it was animated like Bakshi cartoons in the 1970s such as Wizards and LOTR. I was with Worf and a Klingon woman who was searching for her son, whom she believed to be the Klingon messiah. Kor
What I remember of it. I was driving, but because I drunk in real life, I couldn’t drive the car in my dream. I couldn’t get the gears to coordinate with the pedals, and I kept stalling and rolling backwards. The roads were weird too. It was the same streets, but the flat ones were now very steep. I also found the remote control for the kids Dalek. He’s been looking for it for a while.
Last night I had a really weird dream that Beverly Crusher came to my front door and would not leave until I bought one of her pizzas.
Last night, I dreamed I was exploring some foot hills in Germany with friends. The exploring was to find strategic points for a super hero battle that was coming our way. Turns out, that I’m a super hero too, but with some ridiculous power that wouldn't help the fight. The battle went on while I hid from Godzilla type monsters and supermans fighting outside. The dust settled and all of the good guys, which I assume we were, were ushered on to a mini coach. I was sat in the middle seat of three, and it was really uncomfortable. I woke up at that point for a toilet break, but had another dream after that. I was going to be late for school, first day back in the final year but had my own kids to drop off first. I was expecting a bollocking when I got there so rehearsed a rebuttal on the way. Unfortunately, I woke before I could use it.
I don’t remember. It was probably fry an egg remotely or something. I haven’t been remembering much of my dreams lately, but things in real life are coming to a head, and that recurring back to school dream is cropping up more and more.
I had one of my dreams where I’m in a video game, and I know I am in a game but somehow feel like the stakes are real. I remember at one point I was running and jumping off a cliff for some reason then as I was falling for a moment I was unsure if it was real life or not.
I was dreaming the other night that me, my girlfriend and Dustin Hoffman were drinking in a bar together, for no good reason.
In the dream I had last night, I was in a movie sequel. I knew I was in a movie but somehow was also invested in the story. The original movie does not really exist but ended with some kind of muppet looking alien escaping the villain on some volcanic planet. The dream started with me evacuating the alien from the volcanic planet, and finding the charred remains of the first movie’s villain next to its hiding place. Then when we got back to Earth I had to protect some woman from an assassin, but failed to do so. That’s where it ended.
I had a reverse Goldilocks dream two nights ago. I heard a noise and walked downstairs to where the kitchen was, which is odd because we have a single-level home, but anyway, standing around the counter on their hind legs are three bears trying to eat cereal out of bowls and have some sort of conversation. I got really upset because they weren't supposed to be there and I told them so. The youngest bear seemed to be sad about how I had spoken to them while the two older ones just basically ignored me. I stated again the only reason they could be in my kitchen was if it was a dream then had a few moments of lucid dreamstate and woke up
You mean you realized you were dreaming but didn’t get to have any fun no moral consequences time? That’s always disappointing.
No idea what last nights dream weirdness was about. After an altercation with another road user on a roundabout I found myself on a side street talking to a colleague from about twenty years ago. She asked if she could kiss me because she wanted to know what a beard felt like. I reluctantly agreed, but things soon got out of hand and we asked a local shop keeper if we could use his back room. The back room was a grotty toilet, but we went for it anyway. Annoyingly, my appendage was unrealistically long, and my companion’s receptacle was somewhat restricted and all our efforts resulted only in chafing and buckling. Eventually, we decided to call it off because we just weren’t getting anywhere. The shopkeeper turned out to be a young Tom Baker and we spent the evening melting things in the microwave, until it went wrong. The microwave went in to meltdown and wouldn’t switch off. We pulled the plug and cut power to the kitchen, but it wouldn’t stop. We took cover for the inevitable explosion. It was then that I realised that the time was 1:30am, and should really be at home, so I rang a taxi. While we waited, me and my friend had another try with different tactics, but still no luck. Then I woke up. Very odd. Probably represents a futile struggle or something. Or the side effects of my meds are kicking in.
I don't get too many sexual or erotic dreams. When I do, they usually involve unfamiliar or strange people. Last night, for example, I dreamed of my cousin Raúl whom I grew up with in another country. I usually am the initiator and more of the giver than the receiver. That's all I'm going to say.
I had a nightmare last night that woke me up. I was in an older house, turn of the 20th-Century or so. It was the front room on the main floor of this house. I see my cats chasing something on the floor. It was something like crushed Autumn leaves blowing through the house. I thought that was odd. I peeked up (there was a tall couch or something blocking my view of the bottoms of the double-hung windows) and I saw that they were open, causing the rather strong breeze (I still have no idea where the leaves came from, but they were probably a visual representation of the wind and symbolic of the chill in Autumn). Suddenly, another window slams up with a bang. And another. I scream to each new window slamming up, one after another, "Get out!!!." Then someone or something tells me to look for the spirit in the bedroom. There is a human shape under the covers of the bed. I slam my fists down on the upper torso of the figure and *poof* it disappears, leaving the bottom half. I slam my fists down on the bottom and it, too, disappears. Then I woke up.