Post Your Dreams Thread
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A stressful dream about packing the car. For some reason we were at the other side of the country trying to fit a load of our stuff in to the boot. It was also my first car, a VW polo and there was no room for the kids.
The kids were being looked after by an old school friends mother and they thought we’d abandoned them because we took so long.
The kids were being looked after by an old school friends mother and they thought we’d abandoned them because we took so long.
I had an Avengers: End Game dream.
It was my birthday and a large group of old friends were coming with me to watch it. Unfortunately, our seats were awful and part of the screen was obscured by a supporting wall. When the movie started a baby started screaming and one of the friends gave them an evil glare, but this only caused a burly bloke to come over and intimidate her. I stood up to confront him and my other friends joined me. The family with the baby left without further fuss.
The movie itself was an epic punch up with Thanos and a multitude of heroes, many of which only existed for the dream. Superman and Batman were the first to fall.
After the movie we returned to the car park. For some reason there were more friends than seats in my car, which was now an old grey VW Polo I used to drive. The car struggled to move with so many passengers and I had to get out and push when we came to a hill. In the end, I gave two of the friends money for a bus so that we could continue.
It was my birthday and a large group of old friends were coming with me to watch it. Unfortunately, our seats were awful and part of the screen was obscured by a supporting wall. When the movie started a baby started screaming and one of the friends gave them an evil glare, but this only caused a burly bloke to come over and intimidate her. I stood up to confront him and my other friends joined me. The family with the baby left without further fuss.
The movie itself was an epic punch up with Thanos and a multitude of heroes, many of which only existed for the dream. Superman and Batman were the first to fall.
After the movie we returned to the car park. For some reason there were more friends than seats in my car, which was now an old grey VW Polo I used to drive. The car struggled to move with so many passengers and I had to get out and push when we came to a hill. In the end, I gave two of the friends money for a bus so that we could continue.
Work dreams are the worst. The employer should pay us all time and a half for their ruining our rest.
I was awake for most of the night with horrendous indigestion, but in the twenty minutes of sleep I got before the alarm went off I dreamed that I was at work confronting my manager for their behaviour toward me. Then I left the office and noticed that the sky changed shape when I looked at it. Clouds and vapour trails swirled and merged, but only where I looked. I took out my phone to record it, but ended up dropping it and smashing the screen. So I decided to cycle home. This involved a long scary descent down a very steep tarmac path, and once I reached the bottom I realised that I’d actually driven there so had to go back for the car. On the way to the car park I passed through a book shop and flicked through the pages of the latest Star Trek Encyclopaedia. It was big and full of new artwork and maps. Then I woke up.
You sure have more interesting dreams than I do. Most of the time I don't even remember mine.
Not a dream as such, I think. But this morning, long before it was time to get up, I was laying with my eyes closed trying to go back to sleep. Quite often I’ll see patterns of swirling light with my eyes closed, but this morning it was different. The swirling turbulent colours had a great deal of granular detail, almost like seeing the constituent parts of each cloudy swirl through an electron microscope,
You have your own technicolor popcorn ceilings on the backs of your lids.
Please understand that, to me, that is a high compliment. My old popcorn ceiling in my bedroom in the house I grew up in was a huge inspiration to me. I would look up at it every evening and morning much like people do with clouds on Summer days. I would see any number of shapes and images. Nothing like the fixed-pattern cast ceiling tiles today.
Please understand that, to me, that is a high compliment. My old popcorn ceiling in my bedroom in the house I grew up in was a huge inspiration to me. I would look up at it every evening and morning much like people do with clouds on Summer days. I would see any number of shapes and images. Nothing like the fixed-pattern cast ceiling tiles today.
I don't get that all the time, but do occasionally before falling asleep. It's usually small squares, of all different colours, that swirl together to form these amazing moving geometric patterns. It's really quite lovely. I've always wondered what causes it.
I like to imagine that the imagery is real, like an other plane of existence where our true form resides, or maybe it’s a glimpse of the fabric of reality, or how our mind perceives the CMB. I think the truth will be far less interesting though.
Last nights dream was really muddled. It was a work dream, except that I was working on a steam railway, which then became the NHS, and eventually I was a detective. Throughout the dream I was mentoring a young Indian chap as his whole family seemed to be taken ill. Lots of running around too, lots of mad traffic, hospital queues, a dodgy vending machine, a forensics lab that turned out to be warp capable, and the obligatory nude bit.
The previous nights dream was much the same, but was more about a reunion in a posh restaurant. I had a blazing row with the manager when my bottle of Australian Shiraz I ordered was white, but he kept showing me the label.
The previous nights dream was much the same, but was more about a reunion in a posh restaurant. I had a blazing row with the manager when my bottle of Australian Shiraz I ordered was white, but he kept showing me the label.
I don't remember any of the details of the dreams I had during my short nap yesterday, but I'll tell ya, StellarDrone was playing the whole time on my Google speaker providing an eery soundtrack and it induced some weird feelings. I have no idea what happened in those dreams, but I woke up feeling really strange and disoriented.
What little I remember of my latest dream took place at work. It was excruciating. On the way home though, I remembered I was meant to pick up my son in the town centre, but I couldn’t remember where. By chance I passed a large group of children and families stood outside a theatre, so I parked and went looking for him. Eventually I found him and we returned to the car. The car continues, like in all my recent dreams, to be my old and long since scrapped VW Polo.
Had another one of those reliving the past dreams. It started at school on the day of the flood, though most of the details were wrong. Then I seemed to be back at the start of my relationship with my wife. We had just moved in together and were trying to get the house sorted. It was the same house that we live in now, except for all of the extra bedrooms and bathrooms.
I have been rereading Harry Potter and watching a lot of Antiques Roadshow (because I'm hip like that), and as a result I keep dreaming about finding magical items in thrift shops.
I'd be happy to download them into a computer game--to relive them.