I had too much to dream last night . . .

[Hamletmaschine]

I'm not ready to face the light.
I had too much to dream last night.


I NEVER remember my dreams, though. I hate that! I spend the night trippin' my nuts off, in essence, and then I wake up and it's all gone! Hell, I remember lots of my acid trips in exquisite detail, but not one fucking dream.

And last night I was dreamin' me some tremulous fucking dreams, too. I know I was. There was a certain someone in my dream, somebody here from LIT, and she was a hottie, too. Who the fuck was it? How do I find out? I didn't have a nocturnal emission or anything, but damned if I didn't have give myself a lube job once I woke up.

Dream lover, come back!

End of rant.


Should I ask a question now?

Okay, okay. Does this shit happen to you? Have you lived your entire life getting stoned on dreams and missing it, like me? Or are you one of those lucky putzes who remember every fucking dream you ever had, and then have to yammer on and on about them, torturing schmucks like me?

 

[Guest]

I am one of those lucky putzes.
I keep a dream journal, so I don't torture folks like yourself.

 

[AzureAngel]

I'm inbetween. *Shrugs.* I'll remember my dreams about... 65% - 70% of the time. However, it will only be the LAST dream I had in a night. And I'll have several dreams a night. And how much I remember is up in the air. Sometimes everything, sometimes just "scenes."

I also find that, depending on how impactful the dream was and how busy my morning is, it's really easy to forget the dream as soon as I think of something else.

I had two last night. I can't remember the first.

The second, I won't go into, so don't worry. *Chuckles.*

 

[Dillinger]

I know how you feel. Sometimes I wake up grasping at a dream I can barely remember and even that scrap of dream knowledge disappears quickly.

This morning was like that. The alarm woke me from a dream. One that I knew I wanted to go back to, wanted to remember. And I, too, think it had something to do with Lit or someone on Lit. And yet I'm conditioned to wake up - I had to, I don't leave myself much leeway in the morning. And as the wake up reflex kicked in, the dream vanished...


Electric Prunes

Last night your shadow fell upon my lonely room
I touched your golden hair and tasted your perfume
Your eyes were filled with love the way they used to be
Your gentle hand reached out to comfort me
Then came the dawn
And you were gone
You were gone, gone, gone

I had too much to dream last night
Too much to dream
I'm not ready to face the light
I had too much to dream
Last night

The room was empty as I staggered from my bed
I could not bear the image racing through my head
You were so real that I could feel your eagerness
And when you raised your lips for me to kiss

Came the dawn
And you were gone
You were gone, gone, gone

Oh, too much to dream
Oh, too much to dream
Too much to dream last night
Oh, too much to dream

 

[DéjàNu]

I dont remember much my dreams but sometimes in the day they come back a bit.

When I was younger (ahem, teen) I was able to go in bed and choose what my dreams would be about and the next morning remembering everything about it, that was fun....

Last night I dreamed of HERE!!! I think I'm visiting to much this board.... AV, username, threads, poll...

 

[riff]

Funny you should mention this. Last night, I was awakened by a dream. It was a sexual dream and is one I have had for years and years throughout my life.

The image of the woman in the dream is that of a woman I have never seen before (that is always so interesting to me, when my mind makes up a person I have never seen before).

This woman was not from here or anywhere. She came right out of my mind.

But I will not discuss the dream right now.

I will talk about another dream I had years ago. In this dream I was with a woman I had lusted over for many years and had finally won. We were naked and swimming in the Gulf of Mexico, right off the shore in the quickly disappearing undeveloped coast of Florida's wonderful panhandle. The sun was setting, the evening breeze had begun to blow. It was like paradise.

"All of this is yours, if you do not tell a soul."

Forgive me if I do not sell the dream I had last night.

 

[Purple Haze]

On the very rare occasion that I sleep as long as I want, I have what I call "Serial Dreams", a continuing story that seems to go on and on. These are extremely entertaining, they have no central theme or any kind of logical reasoning running through them, but I do enjoy them immensely even though they completely vanish from memory two seconds after I wake up.

Every time one of my sisters calls and says, "I had this dream last night..." I just groan. All this "alternative plane of reality" business just makes me want to fall asleep.

 

[riff]

On the very rare occasion that I sleep as long as I want, I have what I call "Serial Dreams", a continuing story that seems to go on and on. These are extremely entertaining, they have no central theme or any kind of logical reasoning running through them, but I do enjoy them immensely even though they completely vanish from memory two seconds after I wake up.

Every time one of my sisters calls and says, "I had this dream last night..." I just groan. All this "alternative plane of reality" business just makes me want to fall asleep.

Wow. Maybe you will have a dream if you go to sleep. You think I take naps because I am tired?

 

[freescorfr]

i used to catch my dreams in the morning. Since I've stopped the booze they're less accessible.

I did dream once of a motorcycle crashing in the main street of the town. The next morning I learned that one of my students had crashed into a car at 70mph, going through red lights. He killed the girl on the back. I saw it in my dream. A few like that.

 

[riff]

i used to catch my dreams in the morning. Since I've stopped the booze they're less accessible.

I did dream once of a motorcycle crashing in the main street of the town. The next morning I learned that one of my students had crashed into a car at 70mph, going through red lights. He killed the girl on the back. I saw it in my dream. A few like that.

Synchronicity. In all my life I have had only a few like that myself. It's quite an experience.

 

[freescorfr]

Synchronicity. In all my life I have had only a few like that myself. It's quite an experience.

yes and none of them were the hot sex ones - they were in the imagination "pure" and simple.

 

[Purple Haze]

#9 Dream

John Lennon

 

So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Took a walk down the street
Thru the heat whispered trees
I thought I could hear (hear, hear, hear)
Somebody call out my name as it started to rain

Two spirits dancing so strange

Ah! böwakawa poussè, poussè
Ah! böwakawa poussè, poussè
Ah! böwakawa poussè, poussè

Dream, dream away
Magic in the air, was magic in the air?
I believe, yes I believe
More I cannot say, what more can I say?

On a river of sound
Thru the mirror go round, round
I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel)
Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold
The spirit dance was unfolding

Ah! böwakawa poussè, poussè

 

[juicylips]

And last night I was dreamin' me some tremulous fucking dreams, too. I know I was. There was a certain someone in my dream, somebody here from LIT, and she was a hottie, too. Who the fuck was it? How do I find out? I didn't have a nocturnal emission or anything, but damned if I didn't have give myself a lube job once I woke up.

Dream lover, come back!

I'll be back tonight.

You won't need that lube job either.
JL

 

[Wave_Rider]

[B

Okayof rant., okay. Does this shit happen to you? Have you lived your entire life getting stoned on dreams and missing it, like me? Or are you one of those lucky putzes who remember every fucking dream you ever had, and then have to yammer on and on about them, torturing schmucks like me? [/B]

First off, I'm not a "Putz" not even close........

Yes, I remember my dreams......being able to recall details such as colors "she' would be wearing.......the name on the label of the Cabernet......what the hotel doorperson looked like......any sort of fabric that absolutely has truly nothing to do w/ the dream......

I love IMAGES.........always have........I need to feel connected to a certain someone on the phone........I ask.....I always ask for her to paint me an image of what she is wearing.....how she's wearing her hair......shoes......etc......

Obviously in a dream...........I continue with this.......trying to use each of my senses........to take me there.....

But a Putz? LOL.......the beach boy laughs and sips his latte'

 

[Hamletmaschine]

Beach boy/putz. Tough choice.

And JL, do you think you could be a darling and include a flying sequence, too? I've heard people talk about flying in dreams, and that sounds interesting.

 

[Wave_Rider]

LOL..........ahhhhhhhhh but life is full of.........tough choices.......

 

[AzureAngel]

Flying in dreams, albeit rare for me, is a damn blast.

If you've ever seen "What Dreams May Come".... it's sort of like that. At least the one dream I'm thinking of that I had control over. Had to start "light" with merely running extremely fast. Then I could fly, but it took a LOT of concentration.

Delightful, though.

For a week, I was trying to have lucid dreams and I had two, actually. Perhaps I should continue trying.

 

[juicylips]

And JL, do you think you could be a darling and include a flying sequence, too? I've heard people talk about flying in dreams, and that sounds interesting.

Sure. I could include that.

Naked or clothed?
JL

 

[riff]

yes and none of them were the hot sex ones - they were in the imagination "pure" and simple.

Mine involved my brother. It was very simple. My brother is brain-damaged as a result of a very tragic car-train accident. When he was in a coma (1985) one of his nurses was a Souix. Years later at a Head Injury Foundation convention, he met my brother and gave him a lovely Souix choker necklace. As it turned out that night had a dream that I was an Indian and I was being recognized for something- I do not know what- but I felt full of power, extremely potent with energy and... well, power. I was given a headband to wear and it had all of these little beads on it. It happened that the next day on the phone with my mother (they lived in Louisiana and I was in Florida) she asked me if I remembered my brother's Indian nurse. Of course I did- he fascinated me because I have always admired the Souix and he was the only Souix I had ever known. Then she told me about the necklace. I had shivers. Later that summer, I visited them and I saw the necklace. The colors were exactly the same as what I wore in my dream.

What does it mean? I don't know. It is a simple correspondence. Yet significant.

 

[bluemuse]

I dream in startling detail. Very sharp images and rich colors.

I recent;ly had a dream....a wonderful dream....I was in bed with a certain someone.....no sex......I just felt him against me...the warmth of his body.....and I swear that I could smell him. It was so real....

Most of my dreams are windows into my psyche. Kinda scary....
I have a friend who is quite adept at interpreting my dreams......he comes up with things that I never would have thought of. It's as though he can see into my soul.



bluemuse

 

[Dillinger]

Dream diaries work. Many many years ago I kept a dream diary by my bed and first thing when I woke up I would write what I could remember of my dreams down. If you don't get it right away then often, its completely gone.

I've been thinking of starting a new dream diary. It also can be good material for writers to draw from.

 

[Hamletmaschine]

. . . Most of my dreams are windows into my psyche. Kinda scary....
I have a friend who is quite adept at interpreting my dreams......he comes up with things that I never would have thought of. It's as though he can see into my soul.

Now, that raises another bete noir of mine: dream interpretation. Not only am I denied the pleasure of remembering the weird-ass dreams themselves, but I'm also denied the pleasure of playing that Freudian parlor game of boring the fuck out everyone by telling them about my dreams and asking them what they mean.

 

[riff]

Now, that raises another bete noir of mine: dream interpretation. Not only am I denied the pleasure of remembering the weird-ass dreams themselves, but I'm also denied the pleasure of playing that Freudian parlor game of boring the fuck out everyone by telling them about my dreams and asking them what they mean.

hamletmaschine. OK. I'll shut up about it then.

 

[riff]

I don't do frude very well.

 

[bluemuse]

Now, that raises another bete noir of mine: dream interpretation. Not only am I denied the pleasure of remembering the weird-ass dreams themselves, but I'm also denied the pleasure of playing that Freudian parlor game of boring the fuck out everyone by telling them about my dreams and asking them what they mean.

Poor, poor, you!!! It's almost as fun as "charades" or holding a seance...



bluemuse