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I had a dream two nights ago where I had to take a bunch of stuff to a sports memorabilia store (I don't really own much sports memorabilia, just a couple of signed baseballs) and the store had two locations, one in the basement of a place where I used to work, which was close by, but no way was I going there, and another location across town. I have a car, but for some reason I rented a city bus to take the stuff, and while loading the bus in front of my house, all these people kept getting on the bus. I tried to tell them that the bus was off duty, but everyone just ignore me. Then someone started driving it. The streets/highways were not in Denver, and there were these huge sweeping hills and overpasses, almost like a roller coaster. Eventually I was able to get the driver out of the seat, and I could steer the bus, but my feet were too big to get to the pedals to stop it. Somehow it did stop and I ended up sitting and talking to some of the people on the bus.

This was weird and detailed enough that I had to write it down so I wouldn't forget. Usually I forget my dreams pretty quickly.
 
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^ That reminded me of a dream I had a little while ago. I used to work at a video store. In the dream, I was having to inventory everything in the store by myself after hours. Everything was a mess with cords everywhere and stacks of stuff. Then someone showed up at the front counter to check movies out. I had to search for a video game under the counter and when I stood back up, the whole store was full of people.
Way more people than we usually had when we were open. I was really stressed when I finally woke up.
 
In my dream the other night, I took a trip to the Southern California desert and took in a lot of sunshine and enjoyed seeing the palm trees, rock formations, etc. Then while I was there, I went to visit a female friend at the luxurious house she was renting on vacation, and, uh, let's just leave it at that. :alienblush:

Kor
 
Oh, the GOOD kind of dream! My dreams are mostly about houses, new houses, houses I used to live in, fancy houses, etc. Probably very symbolic, but I'd rather have the GOOD kind of dream, sigh.
 
Last night, in the delirium of a virus induced uncomfortable sleep, I was stuck in what I can only describe as a dream on an endless "loop"
It wasn't a bad dream or anything, I just couldn't get out of it, or change the course of it.
Also, from the moment I woke up, I instantly forgot the content of the dream.
 
Delta Vega said:
Last night, in the delirium of a virus induced uncomfortable sleep, I was stuck in what I can only describe as a dream on an endless "loop"
It wasn't a bad dream or anything, I just couldn't get out of it, or change the course of it.
Also, from the moment I woke up, I instantly forgot the content of the dream.
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I hate those. It's like purgatory
 
Doom Shepherd said:
I am standing alone by a small, almost dry stream in a large valley. There is a village here - old buildings, cars from the 20's and 30's. Dust. No sign of life.

As I wander through the village, I feel as though I am not alone. I sniff the air.

Something is here. It is old, it is powerful, it is evil.

I look at my hands. They are turning grey. And getting larger. All of me is getting larger. There are protrusions now, on my joints, that seem to be bone. Or stone? My teeth grow and sharpen in my mouth. I have fangs.

I have a mission. I must find what is here. I must find it, and kill it. Before it leaves the valley.

It is behind me. I feel wings burst through the skin of my back. I know, without looking, that they are grey and leathery. I spin, snarling in challenge...

Then I wake up.

There, you can dream analyze that if you want.
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I had kind of a sequel to the above dream. I was still the grey gargoyle/monster-thing. (Except for the parts of the dream where I was observing from the side... the POV kept shifting.) I was standing in the middle of a room with polished wood everywhere - floor, walls, doors, some columns - and lit by torches. Somewhere, a simple tune is being played on a string instrument, maybe a guitar.

There's a woman in front of me. I assume she's from somewhere in the Middle-East, her skin is dark, but not brown, her hair is black, her eyes very large and brown and with just a hint of not-entirely-caucasian to them. She's wearing this flowing white garment I can't quite describe - not toga, but wrapped around her in an intricate way that looks like it's all one piece.

And she's looking up at me and I can see her eyes fill with tears, and her expression is... I have never seen a real person look so sad. And she reaches out her hand and she touches my grey stony chest, closes her eyes and looks at the ground, and I hear "I'm so sorry. It's too late." in my head.

Then I woke up.
 
I had a silly dream the other night. I was aboard a small Airbus plane with a bunch of strangers. I couldn't remember the airline or our destination, but it was awfully stuffy and cramped up inside. One of the passengers was a middle-aged pervert guy who danced half-naked outside and was mimicking sexual acts. :barf::rolleyes:

At some point, the plane took off and we landed on water, but it wasn't a lake or the ocean. We were in a city where the streets were flooded. The pilot gracefully maneuvered the aircraft so as not to hit other "floating" vehicles. Then he stopped at a nearby Chevron to fill up. :lol:
 
I had a dream that I was laying in bed and had a sudden fit of vomiting, and I started to choke on it because my whole body was paralyzed and I couldn't turn my head to clear out my mouth. I woke up in a panic and found that I was just breathing through my blanket. I pushed it aside and all was okay (I hadn't thrown up in my sleep). It was quite surreal to wake up laying in bed from a dream about laying in bed. :eek:

Kor
 
Johnny7oak said:
I seem to recall having visions/dreams of "Q" and other trek character where a wizard brings the cast to a magic layer, to which Q is trapped in an hour glass... and several others. The notion replayed for me tonight in smaller degree when I recounted the thought of metaphysics of where one goes or if they just blink out, like some people say.

Anyways, as I recall thinking about metaphysics it comes up like a Trojan sometimes. Tonight I was thinking of a transmitter and receiver that echo back and forth existence, and then about a fathom was the grains of magical sand working through a great metaphysics reaction until inert and equating a universe... to which the magician turns the glass back over...

Relationation to trek: I remembered of Q and other cast being trapped in the magicians lair to which Q is in a punishment zone of his own bleeding away his essence into sand. Is this from an episode or is just something I've got going on in my sickness and sleep?
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Dreams. Are dreams events? I say yes.
What are dreams for? We dream of struggle with others, of romance,lust,
Magical creatures, obstacles, storms and random nonsense. I believe dreams are telepathy.
Dreams I've had.
Three days after my mom died I dreamed she was in the hospital hallway and she told to go tell that doctor that she was not dead. OK mom
I dreamed of her waving at me and saying 'Hi Babe! That was name for me.
Dreams are our magic.
 
Delta Vega said:
I was stuck in what I can only describe as a dream on an endless "loop"It wasn't a bad dream or anything, I just couldn't get out of it, or change the course of it.
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Kor said:
. It was quite surreal to wake up laying in bed from a dream about laying in bed. :eek:

Kor
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I have had dreams where I woke up many times. I actually enjoyed the languid pace.

One of my more recent was what I call a very shallow dream. I could shut my eyes and be back. There was a school with a hallway that was a bit like a baseball dugout down and "stage left." One of the rooms was dark and there were papers I was to retrieve. I would seem to wake up--but then--be right back. I tried to open my eyes in the dream--but all was dark. I even thought for a moment to take the papers into the waking world--no dice, of course.

My most recent was my falling asleep in a nice, large home--a lot of furnishings in white. I knew for real I had to wake up soon--and the clock in the dream misled me. I fell asleep in the dream--when I awoke--I saw that the house was messy. It turns out that two dogs had made a mess of the place. I was trying to lead them to the glass door when I saw several dogs on the other side that would have bolted in had I opened it
 
I was dreaming that I was part of a team buying fabric for a competition when I suddenly realized that my purse was missing. It was a small, beige purse (which isn't like any I own) . Too bad because the fabric I wanted to buy and sew was gorgeous. It was a coppery color with a certain shiny pattern in it. Losing my purse or having it stolen is a common recurring fear in several of my dreams.
 
The other night I dreamt my cat was a kitten again and last night I dreamt I was keeping him in an aquarium. Needless to say, he didn’t quite like it, but he was able to meow under water. :lol:
 
My old cat played a part in last night's dream--but it looked more like Auntie Hill's..
last nights dream I was able to levitate--even able to fly through the upstairs window of my Dad's two storey house (he never had a two story house).

My old Cat, Buster, tried to bite my throat out--no growling or hissing, mind you. I managed to calm him down--pet the poor thing.

I first thought my flight had simply startled him. I was able to pet him, and while doing so, asked him--seeing that he was one of God's creatures without the sin of ambition--did my ability come from the stars--or something infernal. He did not answer.

Later, I was giving some kind of lecture. World War II was horrible because of belief. People believed that if flesh meets metal, flesh will yield. Yet the war ended with atomics. Somehow---I felt it was not just the radioactivity that made the bomb--but the actions behind the construction. Images of old steampunk designs which never were flashed. They didn't need the machines to do the wonders. Sadly I woke up and got my answer. You can fly--but only in dreams.

In the dreams of a few nights before--I had another of those bouts of waking up in different houses--with different furnishings--yet all seemed absolutely familiar. Slatted windows (no wonder it was cold) wooden panels--circa 1972.

One dream had me at a recycling center where Tom Baker was there--and he gave me Star Trek models made from plastic.

The pièce de résistance was a Cygnus looking ship--that was really an easy bake oven for Zochi/Gamescience SFB miniatures.
 
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