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Ok this is the strangest dream I have had in a while...I was in 7 Eleven and I was with a group of people I had never met...a blonde guy, a buff Latin dude, a geeky red headed girl and a smoking hot Asian girl...I believe she was from the Philippines based on a conversation I couldn't quite remember...but we were an hour before midnight because place stop selling alcohol at midnight were I live...and I was grabbing bags of chips and all kinds of junk food and when I got to the alcohol the group wanted me to grab a 12 pack of Zima!? I don't think they sell that anymore but in the dream that is what the people I was with wanted...so I picked up a box of bottles of Zima and some of them were broken and some were half empty and I grabbed another one and it was the same way...so I was racing to get a complete 12 pack together before midnight...and I did we purchased it and made it out...then when we got to this beach house...always have dreams about a beach house...we sat down and drank...buy the way I also grabbed a 12 pack of Icehouse...which I was drinking while everyone else drank the Zima...we were talking and all of a sudden everyone was hungry and I went to the fridge and got out a bucket of chicken...then we decided to place poker using the chicken instead of money or chips...the dream got hazy and I was holding Asian gal outside watching the sun rise while some eerie music was playing...sounded like the Minicon song from Transformers Armada...I eventually woke up.
My mum tells me she often dreams of piles of ironing and floor cleaning, and stressfully not being able to get it done.
I had a couple of weird dreams last night.
In one dream, I was in some large and fancy shopping mall, reminiscent of the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. I was wandering around, and I went into a shop to look for a toy for my nephew. The stairwell leading to the second floor was blocked off by a sign or barricade so that no one could go through. So I went outside and tried to use the back entrance to enter the store. I ended up in a back alley, but the back doors to all the buildings were locked for security reasons. It was a fruitless endeavor, I thought.
The second dream involved traveling with a group of people, some of whom are real-life friends or work acquaintances. We all arrived at this place where there was a gathering of people, and they were all carrying sickles to use as weapons.
Farther down the road, some folks were also carrying rifles and handguns. 
One of my work buddies said that we were in Maryland (of all places) and they were having a general election. IRL, I've never seen a group of militants who are out to vote. 
In one dream, I was in some large and fancy shopping mall, reminiscent of the Forum Shops at Caesars Palace in Las Vegas. I was wandering around, and I went into a shop to look for a toy for my nephew. The stairwell leading to the second floor was blocked off by a sign or barricade so that no one could go through. So I went outside and tried to use the back entrance to enter the store. I ended up in a back alley, but the back doors to all the buildings were locked for security reasons. It was a fruitless endeavor, I thought.
The second dream involved traveling with a group of people, some of whom are real-life friends or work acquaintances. We all arrived at this place where there was a gathering of people, and they were all carrying sickles to use as weapons.
Farther down the road, some folks were also carrying rifles and handguns. One of my work buddies said that we were in Maryland (of all places) and they were having a general election. IRL, I've never seen a group of militants who are out to vote.
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Dream.
The dream started with a friendly painter/decorator doing some work in my home. And while he was here, a glazier came to fit new windows.
The glazier didn't come with any tools and was asking me and the decorator if we had any he could borrow. The decorator lost his temper with him for whatever reason and there was a bit of shouting.
He glazier then came to me and asked if I had any pliers. As I knew I had some in my toolbox, I lent those to him.
The windows were fitted and the glazier left, and the decorator then vented his feelings to me, saying how much he hates this person as he's had past experience with him. I told him that the glazier had taken the pliers I had lent him, and this fired the decorator up more.
He said he would take me to his house and we'd get the pliers back, because he knew where he lived... so off we went.
We arrived at the glazier's house. There was nobody at home. But littering the garden were all sorts of things that apparently he had stolen, and pulling them out of the grass felt like pulling out hairpins. I found my pliers amongst them.
For some reason I had to go home by train. The decorator drove me to a multistory car park in the city. I had no whereabouts here, and followed the instructions I was given: the station is at the end of the road just down there, pointing down to the street below.
I went down to the street and walked to the end. There were two doors, both wide open and welcoming.
(i) The door facing the car park was labelled "crematorium", and there was clearly some religious ceremony happening inside.
(ii) This door at right angles to it had a big staircase inside.
The buildings and the car park all kind of merged together at the end of this street so there was no other way to go. I looked up to the car-park where I was previously looking down from to ask "which way?". But what I saw as not the decorator, but a row of twelve priests in ceremonial costumes lined up along a high balcony.
Other people in the street were all going into the crematorium. Nobody was going to the stairs. The priests made some gestures to me to go onward.
I chose the stairs. The priests were stirred by my decision and stood up to look. The stairs ascended to a big room with glass block walls, with a big table in the centre. Another door then opened, and the priests shuffled into the room, and we all sat down together around the table.
Apparently I had made the right choice by choosing the stairs, and had somehow earned a place at their table. They started talking about the bubonic plague and how it was evil. The first priest spoke "Assuming it wasn't caused by germs, then what was it caused by?" All of the priests spoke in turn, myself included giving a verdict of "evil".
The third priest to speak added some latin after his answer, which sounded like "evil. Alibus Acumen!" whatever that meant.
I think that was the end.
The dream started with a friendly painter/decorator doing some work in my home. And while he was here, a glazier came to fit new windows.
The glazier didn't come with any tools and was asking me and the decorator if we had any he could borrow. The decorator lost his temper with him for whatever reason and there was a bit of shouting.
He glazier then came to me and asked if I had any pliers. As I knew I had some in my toolbox, I lent those to him.
The windows were fitted and the glazier left, and the decorator then vented his feelings to me, saying how much he hates this person as he's had past experience with him. I told him that the glazier had taken the pliers I had lent him, and this fired the decorator up more.
He said he would take me to his house and we'd get the pliers back, because he knew where he lived... so off we went.
We arrived at the glazier's house. There was nobody at home. But littering the garden were all sorts of things that apparently he had stolen, and pulling them out of the grass felt like pulling out hairpins. I found my pliers amongst them.
For some reason I had to go home by train. The decorator drove me to a multistory car park in the city. I had no whereabouts here, and followed the instructions I was given: the station is at the end of the road just down there, pointing down to the street below.
I went down to the street and walked to the end. There were two doors, both wide open and welcoming.
(i) The door facing the car park was labelled "crematorium", and there was clearly some religious ceremony happening inside.
(ii) This door at right angles to it had a big staircase inside.
The buildings and the car park all kind of merged together at the end of this street so there was no other way to go. I looked up to the car-park where I was previously looking down from to ask "which way?". But what I saw as not the decorator, but a row of twelve priests in ceremonial costumes lined up along a high balcony.
Other people in the street were all going into the crematorium. Nobody was going to the stairs. The priests made some gestures to me to go onward.
I chose the stairs. The priests were stirred by my decision and stood up to look. The stairs ascended to a big room with glass block walls, with a big table in the centre. Another door then opened, and the priests shuffled into the room, and we all sat down together around the table.
Apparently I had made the right choice by choosing the stairs, and had somehow earned a place at their table. They started talking about the bubonic plague and how it was evil. The first priest spoke "Assuming it wasn't caused by germs, then what was it caused by?" All of the priests spoke in turn, myself included giving a verdict of "evil".
The third priest to speak added some latin after his answer, which sounded like "evil. Alibus Acumen!" whatever that meant.
I think that was the end.
Last night's dream.
There was an oriole perched in my garden, a species of bird we don't get in England, which was unusual. It was also freezing cold outside, and the bird was shivering, so I opened my door to take a closer look. The bird looked back, hesitated for a moment and then flew toward me. It landed on my right shoulder, and pushed itself up against my neck for warmth.
I was quite happy to let the bird stay there and warm up, and it seemed quite happy too.
Later that day, I wanted to find it some food, but I wasn't sure what orioles ate. We went to the park to see what we could find amongst the trees.
The bird remained very tame, frequently flying to the trees, but always returning to my hands or shoulders.
But the bird didn't seem interested in the fruits/seeds/bugs that were in the park, but did seem interested in the biscuits I was eating. Every time I took a bite, the oriole would peck the crumbs from my lips, or sip traces of liquid from them after I had a drink. I seemed to have become it's mother.
Then I met two people in the park, who were two of my school teachers when I was young:
The first was interested in measuring the bird, and who had a piece of string in his pocket for doing just that. He seemed pleased with his measurement.
The second person was telling me how he had just lost his teaching job, and had decided that he was going to freely help people in the hope that others would do the same in return. He then brought out some sandwiches he had packed up for a picnic, and said that the bird might like to peck at them. A bit later, he was concerned about the weather going to turn again and the bird might get cold, so suggested that I take it back inside. I agreed. That was about where I woke up.
The dream was all very peaceful and friendly.
There was an oriole perched in my garden, a species of bird we don't get in England, which was unusual. It was also freezing cold outside, and the bird was shivering, so I opened my door to take a closer look. The bird looked back, hesitated for a moment and then flew toward me. It landed on my right shoulder, and pushed itself up against my neck for warmth.
I was quite happy to let the bird stay there and warm up, and it seemed quite happy too.
Later that day, I wanted to find it some food, but I wasn't sure what orioles ate. We went to the park to see what we could find amongst the trees.
The bird remained very tame, frequently flying to the trees, but always returning to my hands or shoulders.
But the bird didn't seem interested in the fruits/seeds/bugs that were in the park, but did seem interested in the biscuits I was eating. Every time I took a bite, the oriole would peck the crumbs from my lips, or sip traces of liquid from them after I had a drink. I seemed to have become it's mother.
Then I met two people in the park, who were two of my school teachers when I was young:
The first was interested in measuring the bird, and who had a piece of string in his pocket for doing just that. He seemed pleased with his measurement.
The second person was telling me how he had just lost his teaching job, and had decided that he was going to freely help people in the hope that others would do the same in return. He then brought out some sandwiches he had packed up for a picnic, and said that the bird might like to peck at them. A bit later, he was concerned about the weather going to turn again and the bird might get cold, so suggested that I take it back inside. I agreed. That was about where I woke up.
The dream was all very peaceful and friendly.
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I had the strangest dream...I had a child with Amy Adams and she was paying me like $10,000 a month to stay away from her and the child...even though when I got an envelope with $10,000 cash in it I was pretty excited...but then I read the letter and felt horrible...so I sought out Amy and we talked...I told her I didn't want the money...I just wanted to be with her and raise our daughter together...she apparently did this to test me to see if I would fight to have a family with her...she took me to introduce me to our daughter and we began to have breakfast together smiling and laughing and it was pure joy...I woke up right after Amy asked me to pass the syrup.
^Interesting dream!
Mine last night came very close to being lucid. I dreamed I went to a bar, and (some very obvious symbolism) I was wrapped in my blanket. When I entered the bar (in some even more obvious symbolism) the blanket got caught in the door and was pulled off, along with my winter coat, leaving me dressed in a revealing camisole. People were looking at me funny for struggling with the blanket and coat and (with the most obvious symbolism) I couldn't get them unstuck from the door so I shoved them in a dark corner where people couldn't see them. Then I sat down at the bar, as far from the other patrons as possible, and ordered a small brandy. The bartender laughed at my order, but went ahead and started pouring, and told me it would be $50.55. Well, this was substantially more than I'd expected for one drink, and as I reached for the $50 bill in my wallet, I debated whether I was doing the right thing paying her so much. I decided not to have the drink, took my $50, and my coat (but not my blanket) and left the bar.
I exited on Broadway, near Astor Place, and looking north saw there was a massive amount of thick, black smoke pouring into the air from the church. I looked closer and through the rose window on the side (which isn't on the real church) I could see bright orange flames leaping. People were only just beginning to notice the fire, so I hollered and ran towards the church pointing. I didn't register any fear or worry, just excitement at what an interesting event this was to witness. Then, I saw movement through the half blown out rose window -- movement of a creature way too massive to be human or animal. I saw great, bony wings and realized it was a dragon, just as the beast emerged and started blowing fire at everything. It was an oddly insubstantial dragon -- kind of like a colorful, glistening sketch. I, along with everyone else, started running south as it chased us, decimating the buildings and people. That's when I realized I was dreaming. "I'm being chased by a dragon, and I'm not even scared, clearly this is a dream" I thought. As is always the case when I realize I'm in a dream, I had to fight to not become too excited and wake myself up. I was hoping to remain in the dream and do some flying or have some hot sex after I got away from the dragon. Alas, the alarm went off.
Mine last night came very close to being lucid. I dreamed I went to a bar, and (some very obvious symbolism) I was wrapped in my blanket. When I entered the bar (in some even more obvious symbolism) the blanket got caught in the door and was pulled off, along with my winter coat, leaving me dressed in a revealing camisole. People were looking at me funny for struggling with the blanket and coat and (with the most obvious symbolism) I couldn't get them unstuck from the door so I shoved them in a dark corner where people couldn't see them. Then I sat down at the bar, as far from the other patrons as possible, and ordered a small brandy. The bartender laughed at my order, but went ahead and started pouring, and told me it would be $50.55. Well, this was substantially more than I'd expected for one drink, and as I reached for the $50 bill in my wallet, I debated whether I was doing the right thing paying her so much. I decided not to have the drink, took my $50, and my coat (but not my blanket) and left the bar.
I exited on Broadway, near Astor Place, and looking north saw there was a massive amount of thick, black smoke pouring into the air from the church. I looked closer and through the rose window on the side (which isn't on the real church) I could see bright orange flames leaping. People were only just beginning to notice the fire, so I hollered and ran towards the church pointing. I didn't register any fear or worry, just excitement at what an interesting event this was to witness. Then, I saw movement through the half blown out rose window -- movement of a creature way too massive to be human or animal. I saw great, bony wings and realized it was a dragon, just as the beast emerged and started blowing fire at everything. It was an oddly insubstantial dragon -- kind of like a colorful, glistening sketch. I, along with everyone else, started running south as it chased us, decimating the buildings and people. That's when I realized I was dreaming. "I'm being chased by a dragon, and I'm not even scared, clearly this is a dream" I thought. As is always the case when I realize I'm in a dream, I had to fight to not become too excited and wake myself up. I was hoping to remain in the dream and do some flying or have some hot sex after I got away from the dragon. Alas, the alarm went off.
My dreams have been short and sketchy lately. One dream last night involved playing some video game on my computer. It was like an MMORPG type, and I could change my avatar instantly into different animals: a lizard, a giraffe, a dragon.
The other dream included my family, and we were trying to remove the venom off of a snake/cobra. Somebody had stuck a plastic strip into the snake's mouth before he got away. We ended up looking for the snake in our house, hoping we wouldn't get bitten.
The other dream included my family, and we were trying to remove the venom off of a snake/cobra.
Somebody had stuck a plastic strip into the snake's mouth before he got away. We ended up looking for the snake in our house, hoping we wouldn't get bitten.TSQ, that dream sounded pretty fascinating! I really enjoy reading about other people's experiences with lucid dreams. Yours seems to fit the same pattern I find in mine: something odd happens that makes me question the logic of the environment, and when I start catching on, the dream changes directions and I nearly get distracted.
I've been dealing with some stress lately. Some of my dreams haven't been pleasant, like the one where I failed the last course I needed to graduate because my name was spelled incorrectly on the roster.
Then there was the more pleasant dream that had me checking Mark Harmon to see if he was wearing a wire -- and removing his pants in the process. He certainly didn't seem to mind. Unfortunately, I woke up before we got much further than the removal of pants. But it helps that whenever I get stressed out lately, I can find an NCIS episode on USA Network and go back to my happy place.
I've been dealing with some stress lately. Some of my dreams haven't been pleasant, like the one where I failed the last course I needed to graduate because my name was spelled incorrectly on the roster.
Then there was the more pleasant dream that had me checking Mark Harmon to see if he was wearing a wire -- and removing his pants in the process. He certainly didn't seem to mind. Unfortunately, I woke up before we got much further than the removal of pants. But it helps that whenever I get stressed out lately, I can find an NCIS episode on USA Network and go back to my happy place.
I had a dream involving an old friend of mine whom I haven't seen in years. He's one of my FB contacts, though our interactions now are limited to a few comments here and there. When I saw him many years ago, he looked good and I had a man-crush on him.
Anyway, in the dream my friend "Joe" and I and a group of other people were at someone's house watching TV. There was this bizarre reality TV show wherein the mother was pampering her kids like a bunch of babies although her kids were in their teens and twenties.
Then there was a commercial that showed a guy's uncensored buttocks. IRL, Joe is straight and wouldn't like looking at another guy's rear end. So we started laughing and teasing each other. There was a sexy moment for a brief time, but there wasn't anything graphic that took place. Bummer! 
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Okay, I omitted the part where I pretended to dry-hump him and he was enjoying it.
Anyway, in the dream my friend "Joe" and I and a group of other people were at someone's house watching TV. There was this bizarre reality TV show wherein the mother was pampering her kids like a bunch of babies although her kids were in their teens and twenties.
Then there was a commercial that showed a guy's uncensored buttocks.
IRL, Joe is straight and wouldn't like looking at another guy's rear end. So we started laughing and teasing each other. There was a sexy moment for a brief time, but there wasn't anything graphic that took place. Bummer! Edited to Add:
Okay, I omitted the part where I pretended to dry-hump him and he was enjoying it.
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I don't know if I don't dream, or I don't remember my dreams... I'm inclined to believe I don't dream because I have an exceptional memory, but last night was an exception.
I was in a sporting good store in a mall, it was rather weird-looking in appearance: lots or red and blues in the decor, with painted brick walls and rock hard carpet like you might find in a doctor's office. At first in the dream I was with someone, though I can't remember who, or know if I even know them. They were doing the shopping, and I was kind of hiding by the golf clubs, watching from afar, but also interesting in the golf clubs. That seems natural to me, as I hate shopping and hate salesmen even more.
Then the dream became all about me. Suddenly I was shoe shopping. I was sitting on a bench and a clerk was bringing me all kinds of hideous running shoes. I tried on a black pair of runners, which cost too much, and another pair which I distinctly remember cost $29.99, and they were the oddest shoes.
They were like a boating shoe, only cream colour, and made out of some rubbery-plastic material which looked like milk cartons. Their laces were green, and there was some kind of trinket on the surface on the toes, like looking through a frozen ice surface.
We began to haggle about the price of the two pairs of shoes, and I said I could get both pair online for $400 and he didn't believe me. Then all the other salesmen began to chime in.
After all was said in done, I have no idea if I bought the shoes, but the colours of the sporting good store were all different towards the end. Now lots of blacks and yellows made up the decor.
And the salesmen were wearing black shirts with tan pants, and whistles around their neck.
All the lighting in the dream came from spotlights high above, and it was quite uneven. I noticed this kind of uneven lighting when I caught part of the movie The Mighty Ducks on TV a few weeks ago.
I was in a sporting good store in a mall, it was rather weird-looking in appearance: lots or red and blues in the decor, with painted brick walls and rock hard carpet like you might find in a doctor's office. At first in the dream I was with someone, though I can't remember who, or know if I even know them. They were doing the shopping, and I was kind of hiding by the golf clubs, watching from afar, but also interesting in the golf clubs. That seems natural to me, as I hate shopping and hate salesmen even more.
Then the dream became all about me. Suddenly I was shoe shopping. I was sitting on a bench and a clerk was bringing me all kinds of hideous running shoes. I tried on a black pair of runners, which cost too much, and another pair which I distinctly remember cost $29.99, and they were the oddest shoes.
They were like a boating shoe, only cream colour, and made out of some rubbery-plastic material which looked like milk cartons. Their laces were green, and there was some kind of trinket on the surface on the toes, like looking through a frozen ice surface.
We began to haggle about the price of the two pairs of shoes, and I said I could get both pair online for $400 and he didn't believe me. Then all the other salesmen began to chime in.
After all was said in done, I have no idea if I bought the shoes, but the colours of the sporting good store were all different towards the end. Now lots of blacks and yellows made up the decor.
And the salesmen were wearing black shirts with tan pants, and whistles around their neck.
All the lighting in the dream came from spotlights high above, and it was quite uneven. I noticed this kind of uneven lighting when I caught part of the movie The Mighty Ducks on TV a few weeks ago.
^Everyone dreams, and as far as I know, everyone dreams every night -- as long as your sleep is healthy. I don't think one's ability to remember dreams must necessarily be the same as one's ability to remember waking events; I've read that even when roused during REM sleep only people remember the dream only 50% of the time. And on an anecdotal note, exactly opposite from you, I have a terrible memory yet I remember my dreams almost every night. I haven't read any research so I can't state with certainty, but I'd suspect that anyone who actually wasn't dreaming would suffer obvious psychological and physiological side-effects.
I had a dream that was a movie.
The name of the movie was Shortcake
It focused on a middle aged man called John Nightingale. He and his wife have two children. Daughter is 9, son is 7. He has another son from previous marriage who is in his early twenties and works in theatre, much to his father's dismay. The man leads a dreadfully dull life as an uncharismatic grey suited executive.
But one day he contracts a mystery virus, that leaves him unable to sleep for 7 days.
Each night we watch him lying awake in bed engaging in a thought monologue: dredging up memories from his past, mulling over thoughts, having flashbacks, and generally examining his life. The result of his introspection is that by the time the sun rises, he has decided to make one change in his life. So over the course of seven nights, we see him make seven changes... and much to the shock and concern of his family and coworkers.
Is the result of these changes bad or good in the end? You'll have to tune in to see! We do learn what shortcake means half way through the movie.
I don't think this movie idea has been done before, and it was very good comedy.
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The name of the movie was Shortcake
It focused on a middle aged man called John Nightingale. He and his wife have two children. Daughter is 9, son is 7. He has another son from previous marriage who is in his early twenties and works in theatre, much to his father's dismay. The man leads a dreadfully dull life as an uncharismatic grey suited executive.
But one day he contracts a mystery virus, that leaves him unable to sleep for 7 days.
Each night we watch him lying awake in bed engaging in a thought monologue: dredging up memories from his past, mulling over thoughts, having flashbacks, and generally examining his life. The result of his introspection is that by the time the sun rises, he has decided to make one change in his life. So over the course of seven nights, we see him make seven changes... and much to the shock and concern of his family and coworkers.
Is the result of these changes bad or good in the end? You'll have to tune in to see! We do learn what shortcake means half way through the movie.
I don't think this movie idea has been done before, and it was very good comedy.
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I had a dream about Colonel Gaddafi.
In the first half of the dream, I was one of the rebels. A group of us were trying to find him, but I'm not sure that the dream was in Libya, because it was an adventure involving tunnels, underground vaults, secret passageways, and locked doors.
Then half way through the dream, just as we were catching up with the Colonel, I defected.
The tunnels led to a hatch, which opened through the floor into a small cottage. Looking through the windows, the cottage was stood beside a few trees in the middle of a huge barley field. There were about 30 people working in the field, mostly dressed in white.
This was our secret shelter.
In the first half of the dream, I was one of the rebels. A group of us were trying to find him, but I'm not sure that the dream was in Libya, because it was an adventure involving tunnels, underground vaults, secret passageways, and locked doors.
Then half way through the dream, just as we were catching up with the Colonel, I defected.
The tunnels led to a hatch, which opened through the floor into a small cottage. Looking through the windows, the cottage was stood beside a few trees in the middle of a huge barley field. There were about 30 people working in the field, mostly dressed in white.
This was our secret shelter.
I recall some of the details from the series of dreams I had last night.
My two former co-workers in accounting, a married couple who retired three years ago, came by the office for one of their rare visits to say hello to everyone. I remember hugging "Cindy" and shaking hands with "Jimmy" and chatted with them for a few minutes. Soon Jimmy was found either dead or unconscious in the office, and we all gathered to see him. There were some clues left behind, like burn marks on the carpet along with the initials "TS." I thought, "Maybe Jimmy [or the suspect himself/herself] was trying to leave a message as to who was responsible for the attack." I thought of a co-worker of mine, a nice lady with those very same initials, but quickly ruled that out.
This is when the dream started to make a "sci-fi" turn, and everything appeared more like a TV show. It seemed that Jimmy (now played by Robert DeNiro) was going through some sort of transformation or evolution, and the rest of humanity would be like him. It would appear that every time Jimmy transformed into somebody else, he would lose his previous memories or identity, so he decided to etch the initials "TS" being one of his former selves, for all the good that would accomplish. There was some sci-fi fight that followed in a warehouse, and I remember coming down a water slide. 
Then another dream involved Thor (Chris Hemsworth). It seemed Odin (Anthony Hopkins) and the other gods of Asgard were looking for Thor, who was nowhere to be found. Somebody said that he was probably in Finland. Then it was determined that Thor actually went way back in time to "the birth of the universe," similar to a Voyager episode. I joined other heroes, some Marvel and some not, who went looking for Thor. I remember myself descending down between two narrow cliffs (or between two very large sheets of fabric), with all sorts of Thor outfits and weapons therein. One of them was a Roman centurion-type of leather vest combined with a kilt.
In another dream, I was at Target or some other store with plenty of candy and other sweet confections on display. Some of them were chocolate cookies in fancy box containers, almost like Christmas gifts sold around the holidays. Most of the sweets were high up on the shelves, and there was an elevated platform where all the goodies were located. I recall floating in the air to actually reach some of the merchandise!
The last dream was a little harder to remember. I entered a building that looked like a bowling alley or a gym, with lots of overhead TV monitors. One of the commercials showed some very fit and naked guys, 
but I don't recall what the ad was about, though I remember shaking my head at the end, thinking "WTF?"
My two former co-workers in accounting, a married couple who retired three years ago, came by the office for one of their rare visits to say hello to everyone. I remember hugging "Cindy" and shaking hands with "Jimmy" and chatted with them for a few minutes. Soon Jimmy was found either dead or unconscious in the office, and we all gathered to see him. There were some clues left behind, like burn marks on the carpet along with the initials "TS." I thought, "Maybe Jimmy [or the suspect himself/herself] was trying to leave a message as to who was responsible for the attack." I thought of a co-worker of mine, a nice lady with those very same initials, but quickly ruled that out.
This is when the dream started to make a "sci-fi" turn, and everything appeared more like a TV show. It seemed that Jimmy (now played by Robert DeNiro)
was going through some sort of transformation or evolution, and the rest of humanity would be like him. It would appear that every time Jimmy transformed into somebody else, he would lose his previous memories or identity, so he decided to etch the initials "TS" being one of his former selves, for all the good that would accomplish. There was some sci-fi fight that followed in a warehouse, and I remember coming down a water slide. Then another dream involved Thor (Chris Hemsworth). It seemed Odin (Anthony Hopkins) and the other gods of Asgard were looking for Thor, who was nowhere to be found. Somebody said that he was probably in Finland. Then it was determined that Thor actually went way back in time to "the birth of the universe," similar to a Voyager episode. I joined other heroes, some Marvel and some not, who went looking for Thor. I remember myself descending down between two narrow cliffs (or between two very large sheets of fabric), with all sorts of Thor outfits and weapons therein. One of them was a Roman centurion-type of leather vest combined with a kilt.
In another dream, I was at Target or some other store with plenty of candy and other sweet confections on display. Some of them were chocolate cookies in fancy box containers, almost like Christmas gifts sold around the holidays. Most of the sweets were high up on the shelves, and there was an elevated platform where all the goodies were located. I recall floating in the air to actually reach some of the merchandise!
The last dream was a little harder to remember. I entered a building that looked like a bowling alley or a gym, with lots of overhead TV monitors. One of the commercials showed some very fit and naked guys,
but I don't recall what the ad was about, though I remember shaking my head at the end, thinking "WTF?"I had my re-occuring dream.
Its one where no matter how much a try I can't run in a single line. Its just crazy.
I find myself in an enviroment that is spinning and I can't see anything but flashes of lights, and I keep just spinning around and falling, and struggling to get back up only to go spinning again and fall down.
Ita hellish dream, that is not fun to sit through. And my imagination is so vivid that when I have this dream I wake up even more tired and with a headache.
Its one where no matter how much a try I can't run in a single line. Its just crazy.
I find myself in an enviroment that is spinning and I can't see anything but flashes of lights, and I keep just spinning around and falling, and struggling to get back up only to go spinning again and fall down.
Ita hellish dream, that is not fun to sit through. And my imagination is so vivid that when I have this dream I wake up even more tired and with a headache.
^I have a question for those with recurring dreams: are the dreams exactly the same every time, or the same but with minor differences? I ask because I have never had a recurring dream myself, although I have an event that has happened more than a few times in dreams, that being a busy signal or no one answering the phone when I dial 911. In every instance the dream, and the reason for my dialing 911 are completely different. I can't really imagine having exactly the same dream twice, let alone a multitude of times.
