I've been having unsettling dreams lately. Finding the decapitated bodies of loved ones. I think it's stress.
The Interpretation of Dreams Thread™!
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I can't tell you about my most vivid one as of late as it is quite sexually explicit. 
Had a dream last night which involved tap dancing in the rain with Dr Mark Sloane (from Diagnosis Murder as if I have to say 
) whilst his son Steve chased someone around us on a bicycle.
Then another where I was dressed as a nun being held up and kissed by Patrick Swayzee after he played soccer ~ both interesting but one far more preferable
Diagnosis is quit watching day-time tele
) whilst his son Steve chased someone around us on a bicycle.Then another where I was dressed as a nun being held up and kissed by Patrick Swayzee after he played soccer ~ both interesting but one far more preferable
Diagnosis is quit watching day-time tele
It could be worse. You could be dreaming about LazyTown.Had a dream last night which involved tap dancing in the rain with Dr Mark Sloane (from Diagnosis Murder as if I have to say
Then another where I was dressed as a nun being held up and kissed by Patrick Swayzee after he played soccer ~ both interesting but one far more preferable
Diagnosis is quit watching day-time tele
But I see where 'pink girl' came from. Where is she? I miss her crazy goofing around 
I've had a few recently that were a bit weird. I can't remember much detail about some of them, one of them all I remember is that I had chunks of flesh taken out of my left shoulder. But I had been watching Cloverfield before I went to bed.
Another one I dreamt I was watching Terminator Salvation (haven't seen the movie yet) and it was an interactive movie. So I was in the movie with people I knew, and there were machines everywhere and we were trying to escape. But at points we turned around and were in the theatre and had to do some task, so it was like a game. But then I turned around again and this massive machine city thing was coming over us and I had to escape and go through this maze, and then they started bombing and I had to run.
And another one the only bit I can really remember is that I had loads of eyelashes in my eye and I had to keep rubbing it, and I looked in a mirror and it was really bloodshot and there were a few eyelashes left so I took them out. The other eye was fine though.
Another one I dreamt I was watching Terminator Salvation (haven't seen the movie yet) and it was an interactive movie. So I was in the movie with people I knew, and there were machines everywhere and we were trying to escape. But at points we turned around and were in the theatre and had to do some task, so it was like a game. But then I turned around again and this massive machine city thing was coming over us and I had to escape and go through this maze, and then they started bombing and I had to run.
And another one the only bit I can really remember is that I had loads of eyelashes in my eye and I had to keep rubbing it, and I looked in a mirror and it was really bloodshot and there were a few eyelashes left so I took them out. The other eye was fine though.
I recently dreamed I was crushed under a car or similar large mechanism. It had built-in lifters, but they had released while I was under it and I couldn't reach the button to raise them again. I was trying to call to my wife, who was in the house reading by an open window, but I couldn't draw enough breath to do it. I knew I was going to die, but the dream ended soon after that.
Never mind about interpreting it for me; the meaning became crystal clear as I was typing!
Never mind about interpreting it for me; the meaning became crystal clear as I was typing!
Good thing someone brought this thread back to the front line again, as I had another striking dream last night.
I dreamed that I was in my work accommodation - rickety stuff, not the best quality, messy everywhere - with the feeling that some big bomb was about to blow up nearby - a nuclear bomb, to be precise, which could affect the destiny of everything in my life. This was planned, nothing could be done about it, and deep down I had the feeling that I wanted it to go off even with the feeling that I would be safe, but different, after its detonation. Announcements were made on the radio nearby (which resembled the blue clock radio I used to have at university) and I also remember immediately prior to the detonation that I was going to the toilet, urinating into the bowl.
Eventually, I crouched down and prepared for the worst as the bomb exploded, bathing the darkening afternoon sky into bright brilliant light, followed by the loudest noise I'd ever heard, and then the impact wave hit the building, rocking it violently but leaving it unscathed. I remember three old ladies being in my room too, and I talked to them about the bomb detonation, which they responded with interest. Aware of the radiation and the fallout outside, I then looked out of the room window, reluctantly at first, to see the huge mushroom cloud fairly close to my position, as well as having a vision in my head of the blast radius affected. The odd thing was that by looking out of the window in the opposite end of the room, away from ground zero, there was another mushroom cloud, presumed to be the same one.
I dreamed that I was in my work accommodation - rickety stuff, not the best quality, messy everywhere - with the feeling that some big bomb was about to blow up nearby - a nuclear bomb, to be precise, which could affect the destiny of everything in my life. This was planned, nothing could be done about it, and deep down I had the feeling that I wanted it to go off even with the feeling that I would be safe, but different, after its detonation. Announcements were made on the radio nearby (which resembled the blue clock radio I used to have at university) and I also remember immediately prior to the detonation that I was going to the toilet, urinating into the bowl.
Eventually, I crouched down and prepared for the worst as the bomb exploded, bathing the darkening afternoon sky into bright brilliant light, followed by the loudest noise I'd ever heard, and then the impact wave hit the building, rocking it violently but leaving it unscathed. I remember three old ladies being in my room too, and I talked to them about the bomb detonation, which they responded with interest. Aware of the radiation and the fallout outside, I then looked out of the room window, reluctantly at first, to see the huge mushroom cloud fairly close to my position, as well as having a vision in my head of the blast radius affected. The odd thing was that by looking out of the window in the opposite end of the room, away from ground zero, there was another mushroom cloud, presumed to be the same one.
I'm still having nightmares every night. It's getting tiresome -- they stay with you all day. Last night I dreamed I was going to be executed the very next day for a crime I didn't commit. I went to my father for help but he just tried to get me to accept the inevitable. It was a miserable dream.
I don't think I've ever had a really scary dream. I've had dreams that were a bit scary, but never traumatic ones that hang over me for days. I find dream emotions are generally non traumatic even though they shift more wildly than in real life. And I do actually enjoy strong emotions in dreams because it can make dreams very exciting and rewarding. Adrenaline fueled adventure, overwhelming curiosity, and irresistible temptations, are my usual dream elements. Some fear is part of that, but it's not really in a negative way if you know what I mean.
The accusation against you is an injustice, representing something being wrong in the world. Maybe your dream is about the fact that you care about things and want to improve the world around you? But some things are beyond your control, and the dream is a grim realization of that, which makes you feel powerless. So you're being ushered by your father (a figure you trust) into accepting how the world is are rather than fighting to improve it.
The accusation against you is an injustice, representing something being wrong in the world. Maybe your dream is about the fact that you care about things and want to improve the world around you? But some things are beyond your control, and the dream is a grim realization of that, which makes you feel powerless. So you're being ushered by your father (a figure you trust) into accepting how the world is are rather than fighting to improve it.
I can't tell you about my most vivid one as of late as it is quite sexually explicit.
I'm only a PM away.
Most nights, i don't have dreams, or at the very least, i don't remember my dreams. I guess i'm boring since when i do have dreams, they're usually boring.
You're very lucky, then. The worst are the dreams that remind me of bad memories, because then those memories awaken too, and stick with me for days until I can bury them again.
I do usually enjoy dreaming, too.I've had dreams that were a bit scary, but never traumatic ones that hang over me for days. I find dream emotions are generally non traumatic even though they shift more wildly than in real life. And I do actually enjoy strong emotions in dreams because it can make dreams very exciting and rewarding. Adrenaline fueled adventure, overwhelming curiosity, and irresistible temptations, are my usual dream elements. Some fear is part of that, but it's not really in a negative way if you know what I mean.
I don't know. It i a nice interpretation, but I'm very skeptical of finding too much meaning in dreams. I think it may have more to do with my general stress and depression combined with the fact that there was a brief segment about a woman being executed in a show I was watching the night before.
Last night's dreams were again unsettling. In the most disturbing part of the dream I was relating events to some one else. I was a man in this dream, and friends with another man who had brought his family to the park. In the dream, it was as if I was narrating and living the events at the same time, so I knew what would happen but couldn't change anything. Therefore, I knew my friend would start a fire in a garbage can and wrap a squirrel in dead leaves and throw it in the fire before doing the same thing to his baby. I knew that I would notice what was going on, and manage to pull the baby out of the fire before it was killed, but not before it was severely burned.
The dream then switched gears. I was a woman again, following a crazy man down Broadway, down in the Financial District. It was a brilliantly sunny day but there was hardly anyone around. On top of that, everything looked clean and new, and there was new construction going up everywhere. The man I was following kept repeating a series of numbers: 2, 16, 19, 21, 32, 42. I knew the numbers had to do with a building we were going to, but they were clearly not an address so I didn't understand -- until I saw it: an enormous skyscraper made of cement, but clean and new like everything else, with those numbers, huge, polished copper, on one side. I should have known, because in the dream I worked in that building.
I had to get into the building, which was mostly deserted like the rest of the city. I had to get to the top floor, but it was dangerous, and those numbers were the floors on which I would be safe. The crazy man and I scaled the side of the building, stopping only on the safe floors -- he had more strength and agility than I expected. We ran up and down stairs and ramps (the inside of the building was a bit like a multilevel parking garage). Every so often, on different floors, I'd catch glimpses of people in body-bags being loaded into ambulances. I knew that if I was caught that was my fate too.
dream title: That alien bug colony deep in the woods
so yes I was walking/running through the woods and came across this miniature geo-dome like thing on the ground I looked at it an saw this tiny oil well like set up ..,, so I took that information back to "head-quarters" where they said just extinguish the alien's there and move on/
I was like well they came so far, and in need of fossil fuels that well I thought we should inform them about solar energy and such.
so; I took it upon myself to capture said creatures and inform them of the wonders of solar energy and such... but they just wanted our oil and fossil fuel deposits and then proceeded to bite me on the finger ... Ouch this is where the dream got strange ... -LOL- the main alien dude was sent out to what I guess was .. attack me .. he looked like a black and brown centipede but much different also .. so I woke myself up at this point and just stared at the ceiling for a while ... end of dream..
what the hey does that mean really?
so yes I was walking/running through the woods and came across this miniature geo-dome like thing on the ground I looked at it an saw this tiny oil well like set up ..,, so I took that information back to "head-quarters" where they said just extinguish the alien's there and move on/
I was like well they came so far, and in need of fossil fuels that well I thought we should inform them about solar energy and such.
so; I took it upon myself to capture said creatures and inform them of the wonders of solar energy and such... but they just wanted our oil and fossil fuel deposits and then proceeded to bite me on the finger ... Ouch this is where the dream got strange ... -LOL- the main alien dude was sent out to what I guess was .. attack me .. he looked like a black and brown centipede but much different also .. so I woke myself up at this point and just stared at the ceiling for a while ... end of dream..
what the hey does that mean really?
I think all this talk about crushes and matchmaking recently has shaped my most recent dream, experienced yesterday morning:
I dreamed I was driving towards some destination which appeared to be a very fanciful medieval castle on top of a hill, with a lot of forest surrounding it. The weather was bright and sunny with a few harmless clouds in the sky - in short, an idyllic fairytale setting. The venue was to be the site of my wedding to somebody - the lady in question was a fair brown-haired Caucasian lady with brown eyes, who in my mind looked very naturally beautiful. (I only seem to remember her face and her white wedding dress, nothing else.)
Getting there proved to be troublesome, however. The country roads were blocked with numerous obstacles, including farming vehicles and things, and once I arrived there, I was told I couldn't marry this woman unless I had proven myself in front of her whole family - her parents, brother, cousins, nieces and nephews. To do that I had to perform several tasks to clean up the castle, and it was only once I performed that that the whole family accepted me and the ceremony could proceed. Unfortunately, before the ceremony could even begin properly, I woke up.
I dreamed I was driving towards some destination which appeared to be a very fanciful medieval castle on top of a hill, with a lot of forest surrounding it. The weather was bright and sunny with a few harmless clouds in the sky - in short, an idyllic fairytale setting. The venue was to be the site of my wedding to somebody - the lady in question was a fair brown-haired Caucasian lady with brown eyes, who in my mind looked very naturally beautiful. (I only seem to remember her face and her white wedding dress, nothing else.)
Getting there proved to be troublesome, however. The country roads were blocked with numerous obstacles, including farming vehicles and things, and once I arrived there, I was told I couldn't marry this woman unless I had proven myself in front of her whole family - her parents, brother, cousins, nieces and nephews. To do that I had to perform several tasks to clean up the castle, and it was only once I performed that that the whole family accepted me and the ceremony could proceed. Unfortunately, before the ceremony could even begin properly, I woke up.
I am resurrecting this thread because I've just woken from a host of delightful dreams! In one I was wrecking Havoc at a horse racing track pick-pocketing and stealing policemen's helmets with Bertie Wooster! Then I had to help him decorate his new flat.
In the next dream President Obama was my psychiatrist, and I had to admit to him that I was discontinuing my medication, an action of which he didn't approve.
In the next dream President Obama was my psychiatrist, and I had to admit to him that I was discontinuing my medication, an action of which he didn't approve.
It's funny you mention that as in the last few weeks I have had a series of very disturbing dreams. I wasn't sure about resurrecting the thread to post about them, but I might share them one day. If I can remember them.
^You ought to. Just writing them down can be very therapeutic.
While i don't remember having any dreams last night, i did have a bout of sleep paralysis. Quite a terrifying thing.
I managed to write down one or two of them a while back - I'd forgotten that I'd written them down in fact. The more recent ones I'll need to think about.
This one was from the end of July.
I was driving my family car (it actually looked like the first family car I remember, a Y-reg Renault estate) into a small town centre, planning on doing some shopping and things, when I parked the car and left to do things. It was a bright but cloudy sky overhead, a warm summer day. The shop I was parked outside was some minimally dressed shop, possibly a photocopy shop or a laundry shop, and I remember waving or saying "hi" to the woman behind the counter as I walked past.
In hindsight, I seem to recall this town in my dream was the very same town I had visited in a previous dream (then forgot) - in the previous dream I had remembered walking out of the town centre and into the suburbs, with some railway tracks leading away from the town and surrounded by fencing and barbed wire, in the middle of the night, and seeing a man running away towards an illuminated street. But back to this dream...
... and when I had finished my tasks in town, I walked back to the car to find it had completely vanished. I asked around, in the various shops, and on people in the street, to see if anyone had taken it, or if it was a practical joke of some sort. I definitely recalled that I had done everything legally, and was not violating any local parking laws. Eventually I gave up, with the time getting late in the day, and sat by the side of the road, thinking. I was then approached by the same woman from the shop outside which the car was originally parked, who sat down beside me and consoled me, telling me that the car would turn up somewhere. (Incidentally, I gor a better look at her - she had medium-length, very bright dyed blonde hair, and a fairly high pitched voice.)
It was at that point that I heard something, and peered through a set of binoculars I had with me to look into a side street - there was my car, and it was at the end of a crane in a scrapyard, being smashed against other abandoned cars, with a bald guy with dark glasses and a moustache at the controls of the crane, laughing maniacally. At that point the dream ended.
I now remember another one, the date of which I can't recall. I might have also recalled this dream somewhere else in the TrekBBS, but I just can't remember.
In this dream, I was in Edinburgh, in the city centre, on a nice sunny day, meeting up with some friends - male friends, who were definitely younger than me. We then roamed the city centre, mostly around the shopping centres, and I recall carrying my backpack around with me. We walked very fast around the crowds, passing by various people including (most notably) a dark-haired woman pushing a small toddler around in a pushchair (she had a high-pitched voice most notably). Eventually we rested by a park with some park benches, had some lunch (sandwiches) then took off again as the sun set. I don't remember how the dream ended.
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