Dream Thread

[yui]

I often have odd erotic dreams about celebrities. I had no idea I was sexually attracted to Jackie Chan until I had a dream about him... now I just can't resist him...

Jackie Chan is hot in a sort of old way, or not, but try Nicholas Tse on for size; he's HOT. Or Louis Koo...he's Mr. Kool, himself.

I wish I could dream about a Heath Ledger, Yui, and Kimura Takuya sandwich.

The closest I have come to dreaming of celebrity is that I once dreamed I was part of a lesbian dance/strip type something and I had hot lesbian sex on the table--but it was like a booth at a diner—and the lights were very bright.

Bright lights seem to be a theme in my dreams.

I think I dreamed it because I had kissed my cousin's girlfriend fairly recently at a club. It was a dare and it was not the first time I kissed a girl (it was the second), but she was the first girl I kissed who like kissing girls.

Luck,

Yui

 

[cantdog]

for vella

im curious if i am the only one who does this:
ill be sleeping soundly and ill be dreaming that im watching myself sleep. going about my business but never leaving the room. its as if i can go into and out of my body at will. when im in my body i can see through my closed eye lids and peruse the room clearly.
this is most disconcerting and it happens several times a year.

I've watched the black clear away like a cinematographic fade and seen the room with my eyes closed, and so come to the conclusion that I was dreaming, since I've never managed that awake.

Have you done that? Realized in a dream that you were dreaming, and just kept on? I remember doing it as a child, but it was like a lockstep: I'm dreaming! and then waking up. This was just a fact, and I didn't let it bother me, but kept on dreaming to see what happened next. It was nothing I could maintain. The dream mutated and carried me away into its concerns and I lost the master idea that I was dreaming.

But the other part of it? I watch myself acting my dream a lot. I don't know how you could tell that from seeing yourself on the bed asleep. Too bad you didn't take advantage of yourself!

 

[yui]

Dreams like these, that express our inner lives with such clarity, make me wonder how some people can believe that dreams are meaningless, just a random sequence of stored images and feelings. There's nothing random about dreams that deal with grief and loss.

"[In] dream we find the dreamer conversing with some strange intelligence possessed of knowledge unknown to objective reason." -- Gustavus Hindman Miller

Luck to you,

Yui

 

[rikaaim]

I remember when I was a kid I could do all kinds of things in my dream. If I had a bad dream, in the dream I would grab my eyelids and force them wide open so I would wake up, and it worked. In other dreams I would try to take stuff out of the dream as I was waking to keep it in the real world. I remember playing with this toy car set and I knew I as waking up so I grabbed on to it real tight and tried to bring it with me. I was so disappointed when I didn't have it in real life.

 

[yui]

shereads and Yui, I had dreams about my dad for years after he died of cancer when I was 16. At first they were just dreams that he was alive and had just been on a long trip. Then they progressed to dreams in which I had the opportunity to talk to him about things I didn't get to when he was alive, he told me he was proud of me, we hugged.

Now that 14 years have passed, I hardly ever see him in my dreams any more. I really believe I saw him in those dreams so I could say what I needed to say and move on past my pain. If I dream of him now, it's fleeting, and I wake up happy to have seen him, and not crying and shaking even if I am sad.

It's been awhile. I don't have these dreams much any more. I have peace where Ryo is concerned, but it's the feeling, when he leaves the dreams, that I can't forget. In my waking mind I can tell myself all the things that people tell themselves to feel better when someone dies. But in my dreams, the sense of loss is still excruciating.

I am very sorry about your father. I am happy that you have peace with him and his memory and that he walks softly in your dreams.

Luck to you,

Yui

 

[carsonshepherd]

It's been awhile. I don't have these dreams much any more. I have peace where Ryo is concerned, but it's the feeling, when he leaves the dreams, that I can't forget. In my waking mind I can tell myself all the things that people tell themselves to feel better when someone dies. But in my dreams, the sense of loss is still excruciating.

I am very sorry about your father. I am happy that you have peace with him and his memory and that he walks softly in your dreams.

Luck to you,

Yui

Thank you. I've lost several people close to me in shocking ways as well. Not like your brother, but in other ways. And one thing I know is that it gets worse before it gets better. However, I honestly feel that I didn't get better until I opened myself to getting worse - embraced the depths of depair instead of being afraid of it. And my dreams helped reflect my subconscious back at me until I had no choice but to move past denial.

The sense of loss is always most vivid in dreams.

 

[TheEarl]

I only have one recurring dream, but it's a horror. I'm in a place which I know well, usually my home. I look up and there's a spider. I apply my default reaction, which is to run away and run straight into another spider. I run in a different direction and suddenly everywhere is filled with spiders, big one, small ones, red, black, stripy, every kind, just filling this place and wherever I run to, there's more spiders. There's never anybody in this dream; the place is completely devoid of people - it's just me and this cavalcade of spiders, which I can't get away from.

When I wake up, I see and feel them everywhere - the flickering hairs on my leg are a spider crawling over me, ever shadow is an arachnid and every sensation is another one walking on me.

<shudders>

I had the worst dreaming experience recently, which requires a bit of back-story. Six months ago: I was eagerly devouring every episode of the last series of Angel (television show) as they came out. In one episode, a major character gets the girl he's been wanting for so many years and then she's suddenly taken away from him, killed by a sudden infection that takes her in less than a day. The night after watching that episode, I dreamt that my Lady was dead and that I was surviving without her. It was so real and so utterly lonely that when I woke up, I was still semi-convinced that it was real. The feeling when I found her lying next to me was like nothing I've ever experienced. I was near tears and shivering and I just held her so tight, not wanting to let her go in case she escaped from me again.

A week or so ago, I dreamed that my Lady and I were back together. No, not that, we weren't back together - we'd never parted. We didn't do anything memorable, we just were and we were happy and contented and peaceful. I woke up still convinced that it was true. Just thinking about that feeling has made me tear up.

The Earl

 

[carsonshepherd]

Earl, in a way, a divorce or breakup of a relationship is like a death. It's the death of your past, present and future with that person. It's only natural that you mourn it like a death, and dream the relationship back alive just as other people dream their fathers or brothers back alive.

 

[LadyJeanne]

I remember having a dream where my boyfriend did something that pissed me off, and woke up feeling just a bit angry at him. Yeah, he just loved that one....Let me get this straight, you're mad at me for something I did in your dream????


For The Earl

 

[rikaaim]

I remember having a dream where my boyfriend did something that pissed me off, and woke up feeling just a bit angry at him. Yeah, he just loved that one....Let me get this straight, you're mad at me for something I did in your dream????


For The Earl

Was mad at my wife just yesterday for the same reason. Something she did in my dream. Something that got my Achellis tendon maliciously chomped on by rabid fish. Syclids.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Do your dreams have plots? Sometimes I dream complete stories from beginning to end. I'm all the characters and the audience all at the same time. Sometimes I even try to write the stories when I wake up, but by then they've lost their intensity and it never quite works, putting that dream-state into words.

 

[cantdog]

Do your dreams have plots? Sometimes I dream complete stories from beginning to end. I'm all the characters and the audience all at the same time. Sometimes I even try to write the stories when I wake up, but by then they've lost their intensity and it never quite works, putting that dream-state into words.

A great many of mine are strong on motivation and conflict, but crappy about resolution. Half the plot, no sugar.

I am frequently nearly alone against the rest of the cast, though armed with some sort of exotic advantage.

 

[cantdog]

Earl, I had a recurring dream about a phobia-trigger of mine, and it gradually wore away the thing, by inoculation, maybe. I still get a jolt from it, but I stand my ground and function, now. I imagine it has no carry-over to your situation, with which I sympathize.

 

[fairysong]

Have you ever had a dream where you know that you are dreaming and you can actually control what happens or change the outcome of your dream?

Well, I had finals this week and so it was rather natural to dream of finals. In my dream I was asleep and my alarm went off. I hit snooze thinking to get up in a min but when I get up there is only 15 mins till my final. I throw clothes on and run. I am running down the road but no matter how fast I run I still have the same distance to cover. It was then that I realized that this was a dream.

I will myself to stop running, I tell myself that time has stopped for me and then like magic I have wings. I fly over the town until I reach school. As I walk in to the class, time begins to move. I am not late for my finals, I still have 15 mins before it starts.

fairysong

 

[cantdog]

Lucid dreaming, they call it. It's actually a hobby. I ran across two different newsgroups about it. They maintained a FAQ on the newsgroup and posted it periodically.

It has happened to me a couple times but I lose it again. I bet the keywords "lucid dreaming" would give you much more information.

 

[carsonshepherd]

Lucid dreaming, they call it. It's actually a hobby. I ran across two different newsgroups about it. They maintained a FAQ on the newsgroup and posted it periodically.

It has happened to me a couple times but I lose it again. I bet the keywords "lucid dreaming" would give you much more information.

The only time this ever happens to me is when I'm actually awake and I consciously guide the dream. I don't like doing this but sometimes, if the dream is really horrifying, I have to. Or when it's so good I can't stand waking up!

 

[Just-Legal]

My clearest dream is of wild sex with two men very dear to me, totally satisfying and mindblowing... And James stood on the sidelines watching. He doesn't seem too interested, or enjoying himself, but he's not... angry either.

Sooo confused!

 

[Guest]

A lot of my dreams are erotic and usually include a man who is very close to me p), and these dreams tend to be vivid and very horny. I just take them as literal - i.e. my mind not shutting down from my everday horny thoughts.

The dreams that concern me are those about death, and I have them quite often. Recently I dreamed my dog died, and I woke up crying, believing it to be true.

The most worrying dream I ever had was when I killed someone. I don't know who it was, even if it was a man or a woman, but I know I stabbed them, in the stomach. I remember looking down (in my dream) and seeing my hands smothered in blood. That was quite chilling. I remember little else about it, just the stabbing. What on earth does that say about me???

One of the most comforting dreams I ever had was one where I was lost. I was searching and searching and couldn't find a way out of these woods, then I heard a dog bark. It was my Dad's dog, Jade - a German Shepherd. She ran up to me, jumped up, put her paws on my shoulders, then hugged me, just as a human would. She then walked with me as I tried to find my way home and within a few minutes I was in an area I recognised and I wasn't lost anymore.

I dream loads and often pretty weird and disturbing stuff!

Lou

 

[carsonshepherd]

then I heard a dog bark. It was my Dad's dog, Jade - a German Shepherd. She ran up to me, jumped up, put her paws on my shoulders, then hugged me, just as a human would. She then walked with me as I tried to find my way home and within a few minutes I was in an area I recognised and I wasn't lost anymore.


Lou

German shepherds are a girl's best friend....! (and a boy's.)

I dreamed something that really surprised me. I've been friends with a wonderful guy since I was about 16. He was not available to me in a sexual or romantic way so I just convinced myself the love I felt for him was "friends only".

A year or so ago I told him in a dream, "I've been in love with you for fourteen years."

And when I woke up, I realized it was true, and I could no longer hide that knowledge in my subconscious anymore. It finally had to come out. Not that I can do anything about it, but it was a big relief to at least finally admit it.

 

[cantdog]

I have a problem about just attaching importance to dreams. The one I referred to with the dogs flying down into the laundry chute? That industrial floor below was periodically awash with reddish flames, which would roar and then subside, leaving the sheet metal swimming in a heat shimmer. Ticking as of cooling metal, then another roar-- the flames washing across the space below again. I could smell hot metal.

Upon awakening, I found I was in a room at my grandmother's. She never had central heating in the big old brick place. There was a kerosene (paraffin for the Brits) stove in the room, doing an intermittent roar and ticking as it burned the fuel. The glow came out a red-tinted pane of glass in the jacket of it.

Hardly meaningful. Biting on the foot or something usually means I have my foot actually caught on something.

You get the idea.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

I actually killed both my best friend and his brother in seperate dreams. My best friend was walking out on a pier (in New Mexico . . . remember, this is a dream, so try and keep up), and he was attacked by a giant squid. A number of us were confused as to how to handle this, so we bravely rushed into another friend's house and started researching giant squid on the internet. My best friend at the time really didn't know how to handle it when I dreamed that he was eaten by a squid while I was looking at a computer.

In another dream, I was in a post apocolyptic world, and I strangled my best friend's brother while I was wearing a pair of antlers on my head. I told him about that dream and he thought it was funny.

I haven't spoken to either of them in years now. Wonder why?

 

[carsonshepherd]

I used to dream about post-apocalyptic worlds all the time. Some of these dreams were epic. I think my parents let me watch too many R-rated movies.

 

[Evil Alpaca]

I used to dream about post-apocalyptic worlds all the time. Some of these dreams were epic. I think my parents let me watch too many R-rated movies.

Imagine what would have happened if they let you watch X-rated movies. You might've turned into one of those people who posts erotic stories on the internet . . .

 

[carsonshepherd]

Imagine what would have happened if they let you watch X-rated movies. You might've turned into one of those people who posts erotic stories on the internet . . .

*shudder* those perverts!

 

[Evil Alpaca]

*shudder* those perverts!

We've got an alpaca and a german shepherd discussing dreams and porn. One of us had better be high, otherwise I'm at a loss to explain this.