Strange Sleep Stories

[A Desert Rose]

The strangest dream I can remember having was several years ago and it was so vivid I don't think I will ever forget it.

I was in a shopping mall, big complex with an elevator. My children were with me.

Everywhere I went, I was followed by a big snake. When I went into the dressing room to try on clothes, there he was. When I went into a bathroom stall, he was with me. When I entered the elevator, I'll be gosh darned if he wasn't there too.

The amusing thing about this dream, to me is that I have no fear of snakes. (Rats and mice are a whole different thing, however.)

I never felt fear with this snake in my dream. The emotion I felt strongly was annoyance. He really, really annoyed and irritated me.

Care to share your sleep stories or explain mine? ~smile~

 

[SexyChele]

Well, if you were to go with Freud's interpretation of dreams, I'd say he would have had a field day with yours! (For those who are scratching their heads: Freud believed snakes in dreams were a symbol of the penis)

 

[lark sparrow]

I curiously looked it up, Rose

Snake : Appearace of snake in peaceful state denotes growth of wisdom. But other stateas of snake have different interpretations ; attacking position-treachery,biting-business may be injured,walking over them-sickness,killing a snake-victory in work but after difficulties,little snakes around-defame.

This one came off a kid's dream interpretation site, but being an artist it may be an interesting interpretation for you

If Anaconda is your ally, it brings the message of huge creative potentials on the way. It may hang from the branch of grandmother tree, and suggest you get out a paintbrush and some watercolors and paint a landscape, a portrait or a wild abstract painting. If you have the power of Anaconda you are likely to be the artistic type. Enjoying your art classes and defining yourself as a good artist. You will develop your creative imagination by painting your dreams and fantasies. "Your imagination is a beautiful thing to appreciate", says Anaconda. Never think you are wasting time doodling on your notebook. It helps you to concentrate and to develop your technique and drawing style. Later in life, you may contribute beautiful art for others to enjoy. But now, whether you design your own wacky web site or paint on canvas is your choice. Anaconda will surely give you some creative ideas to work with.

I rarely remember my nightly dreams, but when I do they are very strange and extremely detailed.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Well, if you were to go with Freud's interpretation of dreams, I'd say he would have had a field day with yours! (For those who are scratching their heads: Freud believed snakes in dreams were a symbol of the penis)

LMAO

I should have known it would be you that would know the signifigance of snakes......... lol.

Annoyed I was. It was back when I was still a married lady.

Now darling, share your dream with us please..... ~smile~

Thank you Lark, for the information. That is very interesting.

 

[lark sparrow]

Didn't everything revolve around penis or the lack thereof in Freud's world?

Has a small collection of non-spitting, brightly colored, hissing silicone snakes They make great pets.

(Wonders, if post-mortem, certain measurements where taken of dear Dr. Freud. )

 

[SexyChele]

LMAO

I should have known it would be you that would know the signifigance of snakes......... lol.

Annoyed I was. It was back when I was still a married lady.

Now darling, share your dream with us please..... ~smile~

Well, I thought you might get a chuckle out of it.

My dreams? The only disturbing/pervasive/significant dream I've really had was one I used to have a lot when I was a kid. Used to dream I was being chased by a Siberian tiger (is/was there such a creature?) through some sort of foglike stuff. Never actually saw the tiger, just knew he was there. Used to wake up in a total sweat every time. It must have been 30+ years since I've last had that dream, and I still remember it clearly.

(Wonders, if post-mortem, certain measurements where taken of dear Dr. Freud. )

Hmmm...something tells me his response would have been, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." No, wait, that was his response to his possible oral fixation because he smoked cigars.

Interesting - maybe he suffered penis envy and then blamed it on women? Yeah, twisted, I know....

 

[NemoAlia]

When I was a child, I had a recurring dream:

My Mom, sister, and I walked to my father's work: a church organ factory. I stopped near the door to play in the empty skeletons of organs, only to realize shortly thereafter that I was alone on the factory floor. I could hear a sort of strange thumping coming from the ceiling, though, so I looked around for a set of stairs. There were stairs leading up to a green door. I started to climb, and realized that there were now soldiers standing guard on either side of me. I pushed open the door, and saw a dark room lit only by cooking fires. The cooking fires were kindled in timpani (which, if you've ever noticed, look a lot like those burners under food trays on buffet tables) and tied to the timpani were my family, who were being roasted alive. There were chefs bustling everywhere, pushing carts of gleaming stainless steel utensils from drum to drum. I was whisked up and set upon a waiting drum, sure that I was next, when I woke up.

 

[lark sparrow]

I used to have a reoccuring dream as a child as well. Glad I'm not the only morbid one lol.

The dream involved sitting, looking out a window towards the top floor in a high building... there was a group of people on the roof who were all tied to one another, with a generous amount of rope between them, but all connected. The first person who was pushed off the side of the building would start the domino effect, all of them eventually being dragged and falling off the edge. As they would pass the window, someone behind me (their identity unknown) would shoot them with an arrow. I can't recall if the falling people were all unknown to me or not.

I hated having this dream, and always wondered why I was made to watch... was I the cause? None of it was explained in the dream, it seemed just a form of torture to have to observe it. lol perhaps some sort of childhood guilt before understanding that the world and it's happenings didn't revolve around me and my actions completely.

 

[Cirrus]

The only dreams I remember are nightmares, usually. What does THAT say?

I was 4 when I had this one, it was actually an imalgimation of several things I had seen/heard recently.

Our house was kind of near a small landfill. Not close enough to be gross, but about 3 miles away. My room was at the end of about a 20 foot hall, and I had a cardboard play house just outside the door.

It was summer, near the 4th of July, and I guess someone had explained to me what the 4th meant. I remember also hearing my mom and stepdad talking about how sometimes, there was a bear at the landfill. Being only 4 and not knowing exactly where the landfill was at the time, I had this mistaken impression it was like, right behind our house. Anyway, I always looked out the bay window in the kitchen trying to see the bear, though I was never really afraid of it.

Anyway, this one really hot night, I had this dream that there was something called the "Liberty Bear", and it was hiding in my playhouse. I remember what it looked like in my dream too...a white bear, not a smooth like a black bear or grizzly, but scraggly and monster-ish, with big fangs and all that. I couldn't go downstairs where my mom and my stepdad were, because that would mean walking past my playhouse, where the bear was. So I stayed up there all night, scared to death.

 

[evesdream]

recurring settings?

recurring dreams are my favourite; i've got two.
in one i'm in a subway train station and the platform is tilted so it's very difficult not to slide into the gutter. I spend most of my time in those dreams trying to avoid slipping, or when i do slip, avoiding the path of the train.

in the other dream there's a huge dense lush garden with tall broad fruit trees, sparkling pools of water, really nice. all kinds of rounds fruits fall everywhere but they lose their gravity when they bounce off of the ground and sail away into the sky. I always feel as if i'm rising away with them.

 

[curious2c]

I have had a dream in my life that sticks to my memory. In it I am standing on the edge of a cliff. I have a great need to get to the bottom of it so I finally step off. To my surprise I glide down to the base of the cliff. Later, after whatever emergency caused me to have to get down from that cliff, I go back up and try it again. I end up flying around, like, well, like a bird. I can move and change directions, coast up and shoot downwards. It all seems so natural to me too.

I haven't had that one in quite some time. Matter of fact, for years now. Not sure what, if anything, it ever meant either. I do know that I had a sense of freedom while flying around though.

 

[A Desert Rose]

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I haven't had that one in quite some time. Matter of fact, for years now. Not sure what, if anything, it ever meant either. I do know that I had a sense of freedom while flying around though.

I have never dreamed of flying, but I think it would be a really neat feeling.

Maybe this quote might mean something to you, doll:

"Flying usually symbolizes being able to overcome something, to soar above circumstance. These dreams usually occur when the dreamer has just solved a problem or feels like something difficult has been achieved or overcome. Some sources say that people who are imaginative or creative are more likely to have flying dreams."

 

[A Desert Rose]

When I was a child, I had a recurring dream:

My Mom, sister, and I walked to my father's work: a church organ factory. I stopped near the door to play in the empty skeletons of organs, only to realize shortly thereafter that I was alone on the factory floor. I could hear a sort of strange thumping coming from the ceiling, though, so I looked around for a set of stairs. There were stairs leading up to a green door. I started to climb, and realized that there were now soldiers standing guard on either side of me. I pushed open the door, and saw a dark room lit only by cooking fires. The cooking fires were kindled in timpani (which, if you've ever noticed, look a lot like those burners under food trays on buffet tables) and tied to the timpani were my family, who were being roasted alive. There were chefs bustling everywhere, pushing carts of gleaming stainless steel utensils from drum to drum. I was whisked up and set upon a waiting drum, sure that I was next, when I woke up.

That must have been terrifying for you as a child. It is for me, as an adult.

 

[NemoAlia]

Yeah, no kidding!

...not sure what it says about me personally, though.

 

[NemoAlia]

All right, I only have a few short moments to type this before I really have to run, but here goes:

Last night I dreamt that Batman ravished me. (Blurry line between consent and nonconsent: It was nonconsensual at first, but when people kept ignoring my cries for help because they didn't understand how anyone could want to avoid having sex with Batman, I figured I might as well enjoy it.) Anyway, it was some bloodplay, and then some hot anal action in the doorway of an office building.

I woke up sooo wet that I wonder whether I might have had an unstimulated orgasm.

 

[CuriousMiss]

I have had a dream in my life that sticks to my memory. In it I am standing on the edge of a cliff. I have a great need to get to the bottom of it so I finally step off. To my surprise I glide down to the base of the cliff. Later, after whatever emergency caused me to have to get down from that cliff, I go back up and try it again. I end up flying around, like, well, like a bird. I can move and change directions, coast up and shoot downwards. It all seems so natural to me too.

I haven't had that one in quite some time. Matter of fact, for years now. Not sure what, if anything, it ever meant either. I do know that I had a sense of freedom while flying around though.

I fly in my dreams sometimes. Then I wake up and feel vary peaceful. It has been along time since I had a dream like that.

Does anyone else have dreams about being late for class? I have been out of school for a few years but still have those dreams.

 

[A Desert Rose]

I fly in my dreams sometimes. Then I wake up and feel vary peaceful. It has been along time since I had a dream like that.

Does anyone else have dreams about being late for class? I have been out of school for a few years but still have those dreams.

I never have dreamed of being late for anything, but my former husband used to dream he was late for tee times. LOL Tells you where his priorities were. Now, don't get me wrong, I like and play golf myself but dreaming of missing a tee time was and will never be a concern of mine.

 

[P. B. Walker]

I never have dreamed of being late for anything, but my former husband used to dream he was late for tee times. LOL Tells you where his priorities were. Now, don't get me wrong, I like and play golf myself but dreaming of missing a tee time was and will never be a concern of mine.

Missed tee time??!!! OMG... that's like a frickin NIGHTMARE! Shivvverrs... ugggh. Gawd I'm glad I don't have dreams like that. LOL.


PBW "FOoooooooooooooooooooore!"

 

[A Desert Rose]

Missed tee time??!!! OMG... that's like a frickin NIGHTMARE! Shivvverrs... ugggh. Gawd I'm glad I don't have dreams like that. LOL.


PBW "FOoooooooooooooooooooore!"

Yea I know... I used to roll my eyes when he would tell me and even now I am. LOL

So big dog, what do you dream about?

 

[silkee_A]

I had been married for over 20 years and never had a "wet dream"... until.. i had one about Michael Jackson, lol.. I still have no idea why it was him....but it is one I will never forget!..

silkee_A

 

[A Desert Rose]

I dreamed about a fellow Lit poster last night. It was a strange dream in that it all took place on the GB and on aol IM.

My friend and I do all of our conversing in this manner, several times a week. I told this person about the dream tonight, in vague terms. I can not remember all of our dialoge but I can remember the jist of it.

It was odd in that I have never dreamed about being on the computer. And odd because I remember it. I usually don't remember my dreams.

So, sweet dreams to you all and good night. ~smile~

 

[rosco rathbone]

I am a 2nd yr Upperclassman at the "Naval Academy". No one dressed in uniforms. Me and another guy are hazing a group of freshmen in the unisex bathroom. There are no doors on the stalls. We are picking on one Asian girl in a group of boys. She is wearing a shimmery, short mesh silver dress, hiked up over her hips, sitting on one of the toilets trying to pee. My friend stands over her in the stall, asking her in threatening drill-sergeant hazing interrogation style if she is concealing a condom in her armpit. We seem much bigger than they do. I go around the corner to piss in a stand-alone stall with a door. The inside of the stall is painted bright red, the fixtures are all red, and a red cloth is tightly stretched over the toilet bowl. (This had all been done at the request of a short, bald, sweatily-bearded chubby man who for some reason was associated with us). I urinate through the cloth as if it were a strainer. Then walking out with my friend, I suggest that the red toilet either be reserved for the use of upperclassmen; or else be designated a special "torture toilet" for freshmen who have met our disfavour.

 

[A Desert Rose]

I am a 2nd yr Upperclassman at the "Naval Academy". No one dressed in uniforms. Me and another guy are hazing a group of freshmen in the unisex bathroom. There are no doors on the stalls. We are picking on one Asian girl in a group of boys. She is wearing a shimmery, short mesh silver dress, hiked up over her hips, sitting on one of the toilets trying to pee. My friend stands over her in the stall, asking her in threatening drill-sergeant hazing interrogation style if she is concealing a condom in her armpit. We seem much bigger than they do. I go around the corner to piss in a stand-alone stall with a door. The inside of the stall is painted bright red, the fixtures are all red, and a red cloth is tightly stretched over the toilet bowl. (This had all been done at the request of a short, bald, sweatily-bearded chubby man who for some reason was associated with us). I urinate through the cloth as if it were a strainer. Then walking out with my friend, I suggest that the red toilet either be reserved for the use of upperclassmen; or else be designated a special "torture toilet" for freshmen who have met our disfavour.

Roscoe, you have a crazy mind. LOL
Interesting dream.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Holy Shit

I dreamed about Hanns Schmitt last night. LMAO...... No joke, I did.

 

[WriterDom]

I should put my glasses on. I thought the topic was "strange sheep stories"