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We were dashing around Sheffield looking for the owner of s vintage bus, but we were too late, everyone had gone. So we went to the pub, the wife and me, though we’d somehow transported to Lancaster, but the city wasn’t as I knew it. All of the pubs now merged into each other, connected by twisting subterranean alleyways and separated by glazed courtyards.
The wife and I got separated, happens a lot in my recent dreams, by the crowd so I headed for a more open space to see if I could see her. There, I found a group of old friends moving between pubs, friends that know me but not each other shouldn’t be drinking together. They weren’t interested in helping me, just bringing me beer and cigarettes that I didn’t want.

My dreams have been difficult to capture lately, but I’m often away from my wife in them and have lost contact. Wonder if that’s in the dream dictionary.
 
I'm on a two night streak of awesome dreams.

First, I was in the Picard show, but I was also watching it. Only, the plot was totally difference. There was some peace conference with Romulans that was in an underwater meeting place where the water was held back by one way force fields (In other words, you could go out through the walls). This was raided by Ferengi and some other stronger people they hired, and we had to escape to the surface and go on the run to protect some important thing we were holding onto.

Last night I was in a D&D campaign where I was both in it, and playing it. It was some kind of desert setting where a black orb fixed in the sky sucked people's life energy if they went out of the caves, and trying to find a way to absorb its energy and become ruler.

My subconscious rules!
 
I had a ‘foundational’ dream last night. The details escape me because I had a broken night, but what I do remember was very homely, and all of the old certainties were there to be relied upon. Not sure how else to explain it.

I wasn’t the only dreamer in the house though. Oldest child woke up crying at about 11pm and was still within his dream. He couldn’t explain what had disturbed him, and he was very jumpy and teary. When his mummy walked up the stairs he was terrified, almost jumped out the window, and didn’t believe it was his mummy until she came over to the bed. He gradually came round but then didn’t want to talk about the dream.
I used to have nights like that. It must be scary for them right now.
 
Last night’s dream was about working in a shop in a mall. I would have lunch in Macdonalds every day because a girl there had caught my eye. In the dream I managed to speak to her after her shift when she sat next to me at one of the benches. It turned out that she was interested in me too, to the extent that we were already expecting our first child and had found a flat to live in. Things moved very quickly in that dream but it was really rather pleasant.
 
Well, it's official. I have had my first dream about shaking hands with some sweaty, clammy handed person. I wouldn't call it a nightmare, but it wasn't fun dreaming, by any measure. I think shaking hands probably needs to be retired from here on out. I know I'm probably never doing it again lol
 
I dreamed that things were back to normal and people were out and about in public again.

I was with some friends in an older city with ornate architecture, like London or Belfast or somewhere, waiting to catch a bus with some friends. There was some crazy killer cat on the loose, so we had to be careful about that. We could hear it's angry hisses in the distance.

We escape the cat, get on the bus, and make it to the theater in moments. It's actually a "theatre" venue instead of a cinema. And it turns out my friends are Spock and McCoy, and I'm NuKirk, and we're at some kind of peace summit with the Klingon Empire. I'm wearing a TOS movie-era "monster maroon" uniform. I go to a private room and I'm fishing around my pockets for the correct medals to pin to my uniform for this formal occasion, as I have lots of cheap little enamel souvenir pins of the Enterprise, the Starfleet delta, etc. I can't remember much else in terms of detail. I think I woke up around then.

Kor
 
OK this dream --- last nite// yesterday afternoon... ---

I was living in a cave.. -- yeah there were a few people around outside who had made it with me so far into the future that everything was gone and I was a cave dweller .. --- so I went out exploring and found .. a kind of power station thing.. with a virtual mind.. reading hologram like device that --- yeah, I went in and played these new kinda video games that my mind would design .. in the moment of being there. -- just invent scenery that I was was thinking of, to make, in the dream .. yeah --- then It got kinda confusing about if I was in the holo-video created mindscape game or if I was just wandering about outside my cave. or something.. this is also about the time .. the dream became very sexual.. it was like wow.. really exciting and stimulating .. I don't know if .. it was that the person that lives upstairs was getting it on or if .. I just dreamed sounds and thoughts like that.. 000 our bedroom and right next to each other with a thin ceiling = so.. I was asleep in this x-rated thing..I was making happen --- just like too much to talk about anymore === I found/created the masseuse and went from there .. it is strange and occurs twice in the dream - but some of the people in the dream just were there to do their job and I could not disturb them or stop them from cleaning and such the holo-arcade. like thing.--- anyway,,, I really want more dreams like that. you know.
 
I had gone swimming at the local pool, though this place was more like the one from my childhood. There were no cubicles, just open plan, but it was single sex due to the virus. The place was empty when I went in and started getting undressed, but then three teenage girls came in. They didn’t get undressed, they just continued chattering as if they hadn’t noticed me. I felt really awkward, unsure if I was in the right room, but I decided to press on and get in to my swim shorts.
For some reason I took a large cardboard aeroplane to the pool and chucked it in, but was told weren’t doing that because of the virus. So I jumped in to one of the swim lanes. Out of nowhere, the pool was filled with fathers, each dragging a small child on an inflatable. I was the only one without a child and it was made obvious that I was in the way, so I left.

From there, I found myself being accused of stealing from the outbreak food stocks, but I argued that was impossible I was buying my own supplies. The two accusers, who were half distant family - half vague colleague acquaintance just scowled at me. Nothing I could say was good enough,

And then I met my mother at the train station. She was going to Leeds and I made a last minute decision to join her but had to go home for my wallet. On the way back I found a small purse on the floor. It was a child’s purse, decorated with printed plastic beads, like the ones popular in the early eighties. I had to hand this in before I could buy a ticket.
When I finally did have my ticket. The doors on the train had already closed, but they opened one for me. The train was full and I couldn’t sit with my mother. As the train set off, I got my ticket out to be inspected, but for reason I’d bought one not for Leeds, but Peterborough.
 
The current situation is starting to work its way into my dreams now, I guess. Last night I dreamed that I went for groceries, but I got into a bit of a disagreement with the person at the door, because she didn't want to give me one of the disinfectant wipes to wipe down the shopping cart handle. After a bit of back-and-forth, she eventually relented, and I was able to continue with my shopping.
 
For some reason, my dreams always take place in a house we don’t live in any more. Last night, we’d moved back to a grotty terrace (same street that Andy Serkis lived on as a student, incidentally) and my car got nicked from the road outside. That was annoying but when I checked that the house was secure, the back door had been left ajar for some time. So i locked it, but then noticed another door that didn’t even have a latch and was blowing out in the wind.
A very iffy neighbour offered to help but I didn’t trust him and he wouldn’t go away.
 
I can't remember the bloody thing now, but that there was a lot going on, far more than in real life, and I wanted to digest it. I'm sure some of it happened outdoors, and with people.
 
Butters said:
I can't remember the bloody thing now, but that there was a lot going on, far more than in real life, and I wanted to digest it. I'm sure some of it happened outdoors, and with people.
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I'm having trouble remembering most of my dreams lately. One that I remember a little of since it was happening when my alarm went off: I was watching the news and Canada was just about to invade the U.S.. I think it had something to do with the virus.
 
With the current situation, I haven't been able to be with my daughters in person, but I dream about them. Funny thing is, they are always early grade school age in theses dreams. Maybe an age when I was able to keep them safe?
 
Last night I had 2 dreams that I remember, which is pretty unusual for me. In the first one I was looking out towards the back yard and noticed something sort of potato shaped, but black with amorphous edges. It was floating towards the house in an oblique direction. It looked all wrong and creeped me out so I woke up. When I checked the clock, it read 6:06, just one number off the 3 sixes of evil (which would be impossible for the digital clock to produce). What a waste of a dream.
In the second dream my much older sister was sitting at a table with some of the women I used to work with. I wanted to introduce them, and I think they expected me to, but I couldn't remember their names. I knew my much older sister's name, but as hard as I tried, I couldn't remember my former co-workers' names. Very frustrating, not to mention embarrassing. I remembered them easily after I woke up.
I hope I have better dreams tonight if I do dream. Listen, Brain! No more stupid dreams!
 
Just woken from one of my occasional recurring dreams. I often dream about returning to my old job of about 15 years ago. All the same people doing all of the old tasks, but the dream does acknowledge that the place closed over a decade ago.

So there I was, back at the warehouse, in the old office, at my old desk, re-familarising myself with the old processes and systems that I'd helped design, loving it.
Someone told me to check the weekly memo because my name was on it, so I did. In the staff changes section, the only name was mine, next to the words 'Exports Desk'. This worried me. I assumed it was a Brexit thing, but I couldn't get any information about it and how it affected pay, conditions, hours etc.
And then I was on the motorway, weaving in and out of traffic but it all became very dense, some cars were going the wrong way, and it eventually ground to a stop. There had been a huge accident and it took hours to get back to the office, all the while I worried about my job.
I did make it back though, but the place had changed. It was emptier, colder, and things had moved on, everything had changed. Outside in the yard, where all the trucks and trailers are, I was talking to a colleague about how different everything was but before he could speak, a plane, a big one, like a 747 fell out of the sky and crashed on to the village. Crowds began running towards it but I was already suspecting it was a dream. Out of the wreckage something else burst out and climbed in to sky, a strange cross between an Apollo rocket and the concord. The scream of its engines was incredible, and it hung in sky above me, but I knew it was a dream. Then I woke up.
 
Butters said:
Just woken from one of my occasional recurring dreams. I often dream about returning to my old job of about 15 years ago. All the same people doing all of the old tasks, but the dream does acknowledge that the place closed over a decade ago.

So there I was, back at the warehouse, in the old office, at my old desk, re-familarising myself with the old processes and systems that I'd helped design, loving it.
Someone told me to check the weekly memo because my name was on it, so I did. In the staff changes section, the only name was mine, next to the words 'Exports Desk'. This worried me. I assumed it was a Brexit thing, but I couldn't get any information about it and how it affected pay, conditions, hours etc.
And then I was on the motorway, weaving in and out of traffic but it all became very dense, some cars were going the wrong way, and it eventually ground to a stop. There had been a huge accident and it took hours to get back to the office, all the while I worried about my job.
I did make it back though, but the place had changed. It was emptier, colder, and things had moved on, everything had changed. Outside in the yard, where all the trucks and trailers are, I was talking to a colleague about how different everything was but before he could speak, a plane, a big one, like a 747 fell out of the sky and crashed on to the village. Crowds began running towards it but I was already suspecting it was a dream. Out of the wreckage something else burst out and climbed in to sky, a strange cross between an Apollo rocket and the concord. The scream of its engines was incredible, and it hung in sky above me, but I knew it was a dream. Then I woke up.
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That was interesting. I've had dreams about work and it's usually a disaster of one sort or another but nothing on the scale of this. Well done.:techman:
 
Had a dream last week where I was wandering around a large hotel like structure. Place was huge. There was this cavernous indoor area that had a pool and tables and chairs. I remember walking by one of the tables, and seeing an exquisite graphic novel version of the Elric story "The Sailor On The Seas Of Fate", and thinking how much better it was than the one published in the 80's. So I was determined to steal it and put the book I was carrying on top of it as no one was really paying attention. Mainly because I don't know if anyone was even there. But then, as always happens when I find those awesome things that never existed, I remembered that I would be leaving this place. Now understand that often in my dreams I know on some deep, fundamental level, that I am visiting from somewhere else. And that when I return to that other place or dimension, I must pass through a barrier that will only allow me to pass through. Not anything I find or anyone I meet. As usual, it's disheartening knowing that I can't bring it back.

This is how I tend to wake up from bad dreams though. In the dream it's not so much telling myself to wake up, so much as knowing that I can go to a place where whatever enemy or bad situation I'm in absolutely cannot follow or doesn't exist. Sometimes it takes awhile before that "Hey...I can just teleport out of here!" memory rears itself, but it always does. I used to have some fairly recurrent dream locales and I've often thought of trying to draw a map of it. Due to the vague nebulosity of dreams, it's hard to pin down some of the details or how they connect, but I'd still like to give it a try. I've only got about three generally recurring locales now.
 
The details are patchy, but last night was a battle for survival as me and the family ran from an aerial attack that also followed us under water. We only escaped by going up, in to orbit, where we took refuge and drank from the glass fountains of celestial beings.

And then we went for petrol at Asda. In the carpark, I realised that I was naked and had to run as fast as I could to get back to the car. And then, for some reason, I had to say good bye to the kids, and that was sad.
 
More of the current situation influencing dreams again. Last night I dreamed that the lockdown was still mostly in place by next winter. People were in Wal-Mart trying to do some Christmas shopping, while still observing social distancing guidelines. I got upset, and had to quickly jump back, when an employee got too close to me because he was talking on the phone and wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

Yes, my dreams do seem way more mundane than anyone else's here.
 
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