Dreams...

[NeonSubtlety]

I almost never used to have dreams. I know, I know--EVERYONE dreams EVERY night. But, i would never remember them. Then, a couple months ago, i changed location. I moved in with some friends. Since then, I dream nearly every night. I love it.

I wanted to create a place to write down and share your dreams. This is partly because I don't want to forget some of the elaborate stories my brain has created and partly to see how others' brains work.

So, share your dreams. If you had one last night, write it out. If you have a recurring dream or one you remember from a long time ago, let it loose.

 

[NeonSubtlety]

All day, I've been thinking about this dream I had last night.

The plot didn't revolve around me. It revolved around this girl (http://i2.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/images/09/21/art.ashley.entourage.hbo.jpg). I remembered her from entourage. Her name is Ashley. She worked at a sort of rich person's halfway house in Los Angeles. She slept there with another girl, who was played by the little sister of a friend I haven't seen since 6th grade. Her name is Katrina.

They slept in the lobby of a very swanky enterprise in a building that looked like the four seasons. To enter the establishment, you'd have to walk buy their bed (they shared one), which was a black futon. They never made their bed. Both dressed very well. They dressed as you'd expect for someone working at a prominent business. The only thing that didn't fit in was the strange futon in the lobby.

The business they worked for was a publishing house. Ashley's boss was some some unnamed woman who always wore black and sensible heels. She's an actor I've seen before. She looks an awful lot like genine guroffuolo (sp?), but isn't. Katrina is the boss' unnamed assistant. Ashley is one of many girls on the staff who are trying to get a book published. Ashley is working on a biography of Henry Rollins, which no one things will get picked up.

I am the love interest of Ashley. However, I'm not at all interested until later in the story when she finally does get the "okay" for her book. However, she seems to be trying to impress me all the time.

Jump Ahead - Ashley is crossing the street and gets hit by a car. You don't see anyone inside.

Jump ahead again - You're inside the Detective's Office of Law and Order. The black guy who was in Rent gets the call. They rush to a busy area downtown (Los Angeles). Police Barricades are set up, and you see Ashley, kneeling in the middle of the road. She's dead. Her throat has been cut.

Jump back to before she's hit by the car - Ashley is hanging around the office talking to some of the other would-be publishers. Ashley's book idea for the Henry Rolling Biography is back up for considerations. The girls tell her they think it's a good idea. Ashley leaves, and when she's gone they all mock her for it. One of them mentions that she's also waiting to hear if her book idea will be taken - A biography on Mick Jagger. Ashley re-enters, excited. She's gotten the okay for her book. As she leaves, everyone gets a look at the book. It has the exact same cover and title as it had before (Basically, a "behind the music" title screen) with only one difference. Instead of Henry Rollins, it's Mick Jagger.

Ashley runs into me when she walks out of her home/business. She shows me the cover that the company has agreed upon. And, I'm suddenly interested in her (haha). My apartment building is right across from her business. And we share a witty conversation about my building as we clime dozens of stories of stairs...neverending stairs...to get up to my apartment. It's doubly frustrating, as I believe I'll be having sex with her once we get there.

Jump ahead to after the car wreck - Police lineup where ashley is naming the girl who originally had planned the Mick Jagger biography.

Later that same day, Ashley runs to the roof of her building with me. It looks like a trash heap. Paper is everywhere. Strangely, though, there are lots of candles lit. It's dusk. In the middle of this giant trash heap is a velvet love seat faced away. Ashley calls some name I don't remember, and a British dude pops up, talking in a flirting way with her. Ashley then starts going through the trash and I realize it's not trash. They're fan mail to all of the writers of the different Biographers at the publishing house. Ashley is apparently lookign for people who know or knew Mick Jagger. It's the British Dude's job to sort through the fan mail, a job he's failing at.

And I wake up.

 

[cowslinger64]

Too many of the dreams I remember, are fucked up...I don't think writing them down here, is gonna help me or anyone else at all..









lol

 

[koalabear]

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[justuandmekiddo]

When I was in my late teens I had the same dream probably a dozen times over a period of one year. I dreamed I was going to visit my older brother and his wife at there house. In the dream I park my car across the street and begin to walk to their house. When I get to the sidewalk in front of their house there is a man wearing a trenchcoat. I say hello and he pulls a gun out and shoots me. After they moved I never had that dream again which I always thought was kind of wierd.

 

[de-valmont]

Best dream I ever had was a semi-waking one, I'll not copy and paste it here but feel free to click on the link the The Revenant below. All in there.