Thunder nap(s) and dreams.

AzureAngel

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So, I figured I'd sleep for awhile. Three dreams.

In the first dream, I dreamt that I wasn't actually asleep and someone came into the room. They were talking to me about something while I lied there under the covers, and out of the blue they placed their elbow just beneath the back of my neck to playfully pin me down. I couldn't feel it.

Then, I actually woke up, but I couldn't tell. I thought the guy was still there and I was still pinned. It took me about a minute to piece together that I had been dreaming.

In the second dream, the same guy entered the room again and started talking to me. They were laughing hysterically because I could hardly form a word in my sleepy drunkiosity. What's more is that I was aware of it and couldn't help it. After a brief while, they began stealing my stuff.

When I woke up, I threw back the covers as if I were a superhero and they my cape, and looked around the room. Again, it took me about a minute to realize that this was, in fact, not a dream anymore.

The third dream was way too intricate. This will be random. I was at home, cooking some sort of food. It was cheesy, this I know, shaped similarly to a pot pie and it had a foil base beneath it. I went into the room my mother was in, which was a combination of a store and a bedroom. She was lying in bed, reading, as she usually is. On the wall, there was this Blue Bible (Called the Cerulean Bible...). I took it down, and it was a Bible that made fun of the Bible in a playful way. Like, "Taking words from the first five verses of Daniel, you can make this phrase:..." and it was some horribly funny comment. The book was filled with this stuff. As well as connect-the-dots puzzles with like... four dots that weren't already filled in.

Maybe I'm warped, but I thought the whole thing was a riot. Mother did not. However, sitting in a chair close to the bed was some musically-inclined woman who had, apparently, written this version of the Bible. I listened to her praddle on for awhile about her family history and why this was oh so important - eventually, I went back out to the kitchen to check on my food. From the top-right corner and covering a full third of the oven door was a bubbling, crusty, burnt mass of cheese. I freaked out and opened the oven to find that, somehow, the foil base to my food was now directly in the CENTER of the food and the foil was on fire.

First, I panicked, knocking the 5" wide section of countertop between the oven and the hallway down. Then, I did the logical thing and jammed my head down and almost into the oven and blew out the fire. Crisis averted.

Right here there's a blur in the dream. In the midst of this blur, mother goes on one of her "I need better drugs" rampages and everyone else starts cooking on every part of the oven. I know this came from an infomercial I saw the other night about some sort of cooking pan that cooks with steam... you can have two meals going at once! Well, there were like 4 meals going on the top of this oven. I only remember the two or three nasty-looking steaks - one of which I poured BBQ sauce on for no apparent reason, since it wasn't mine and I wasn't asked.

Enter Michelle. She had returned from France and wanted to see me, first thing. Staying only for five minutes, she sat around while I tried to fix the section of counter/cabinet that I had bowled over in my earlier frenzy. I wouldn't have bothered, but the rampage of mother was not a wise thing to just ignore. Michelle got up to leave and headed to the door. I didn't know what to say. Between the panic of earlier, the psychosis of mother and Michelle's return, my emotional eqilibrium was only a memory. She left and I hadn't uttered a word.

That's when mother decided to point out that I hadn't said anything to Michelle. I threw down what progress I had made with the counter, opened my mouth and started the first half of a scathing sentence before my mind caught up to the intent of my mouth and stopped it dead. Beyond that? Pretty much just woke up.

Yeah, that one might help to have some background explanation, but I've typed enough. And no, it wasn't written perfectly to hold the attention of an audience. I just woke up and felt like typing it down somewhere.

Oh. And sorry ahead of time, Hamlet.
 
Have you ever woken up in the middle of a bad dream, and realized you were still screaming?
 
Jewelz said:
*giggle*

who is your therapist darlin?? ;)

I am. *Chuckles.* I realize I have issues with a number of things in my last dream. The first two dreams were, most likely, a result of the hard time I had getting to sleep with people being so noisy. Raar.

As to "waking up screaming"... I don't have nightmares anymore. I haven't had more than one or two in 15 years. So, no. I have awaken to still be crying, though.
 
I had a Dream of sitting on a Bench in a park

Everyone's names were carved in it...everyone had come there to look at the Stars at night...

A burst of Lightning knocked everone down

From there a Sickly mold creeps through everyone's Dreams, draining everone of wut used to be a Dreamer's Paradise in Hell...

People are still looking for that Vision, but for the Sickly mold:devil:
 
AzureAngel said:
Apparently, Draaah's my therapist, too.

I'm big with the Lit. crowd.

Look for my new book, soon to be released:

"Sexual Perversion and it's value in Internet Therapy"
 
Last night's dream...

I was driving a hell of a lot in a mid-eighties Dodge Caravan.

The piece of crap died in the Church parking lot, Dad's church. I gave up on it and went inside. First thing, I went to the bathroom. Therein, another guy bumped into me. I relieved myself and made my way out.

In the main room (whatever the hell that's called, I know it's not the sanctuary.), there was a full congregation and the guy who had bumped into me. Standing quietly in the pulpit was the minister and, center stage, was Bathroom Man's lawyer.

That's when a rush of memory hit my brain. The man was named Travis and he was suing me for a plethora of minor infractions. There were many of them, but he named two from the bathroom. Apparently, when he bumped into me, a pimple on his arm popped, and that upset him. His lawyer was preaching to the congregation about how evil I was when I walked in. All went silent.

I asked the lawyer if I could address his client directly - he said no. So, I went on a tirade about how exaggerated and outright wrong Travis' claims were. In the midst of it, suddenly, it began storming more violently than I've ever witnessed outside. Constant lightning bolts, deafening thunder and angry winds. The lights all went out, with the exception of the "Eternal Flame" which cast an eerie red glow. Everyone panicked and I found myself in a role of crowd control...

Woke up.

Haw.
 
alexandraaah said:
Interesting stuff, babe.

Lotsa food for thought.

Wow, you really remembered your dreams well!
side note - food can have a huge impact on the lucidity of dreams. Chemicals in processed meats (hot dogs, brats, etc) especially, don't know why...
 
sometimes dreams are creepy!!!

we used to slide down hills near our neighborhood on cardboard sleds made from washing machine boxes etc.

I my dream, I was sliding really fast and couldn't stop at the edge of dropoff to a paved road about 20 feet down. Off I went into the air, flying. I was jolted awake when I smacked on pavement below.j

What does it mean when you fall and actually hit the ground? Damn, I was sure that I actually had the sensation of splatting on the road. Creepy.....
 
When the Queen Mum died, I had a dream that her casket was on display at the school bus stop near my mom's house. There were people lined up all the way down the gravel road, and then down a farm lane lined with pine trees.

The casket was sitting on this patch of gravel on the side of the road, all roped off like it was on television, and there were two guards with those funny little q-tip hats on. There were also two men in regular suits guarding the casket.

Whenever the q-tip hat guys weren't looking, the other two would reach over and rock the casket. They were laughing and giving each other high fives everytime they managed to almost push it over.
 
More dreaming...

Last night was very strange for sleep - even more strange for dreams.

Two things to keep in mind. First, I don't often dream of people I "know." Second, I rarely have sexual dreams.

In the first dream, I was part of a political struggle amongst Lit members, but it was all in person. Very strange. For whatever reason, I was one of the two candidates for whatever position there was. I won over (unnamed), and they spent the rest of the dream being bitchy and nasty. I was really laid back about the whole thing and it wasn't stressful for me one bit.

Enter RubyFruit. *Snickers.* I have no idea why, how, or anything about this. I feel like I should explain for my dreams, but I really don't have to. Anyhow. I was somehow drawn inito a room with her, regarding -some- political discussion of one form or another. All of a sudden, I'm being very groped. I was, in a word, shocked. I remember very little else from the dream. *Laughs.* The beginning is foggy and, if there was anything afterwards, it was foggy, too.

Second dream. Again, I can't remember jack shit from it except it took place at the old Church. There were these two girls following me around in a friendly manner. I had to go to the bathroom terribly bad, so I made a move for my Dad's office there (he has a private bathroom, that bastard). One of the two girls follows me in. There's some old bum in the bathroom, and I -really- have to pee. I don't know what came over me, but I found a mug of sorts and just started to go, right in front of the young lady. Not that it didn't feel amazingly good... but still.

I filled this mug up to the brim just as I finished - I must have been peeing for a solid minute. That's when the bum finally came out of the bathroom and casually strolled out as if he belonged there. I ran with my mug into the bathroom and emptied it. When I came back out, the young girl was back in the room and completely stripped nude. Small breasts, pale skin and a bright smile. But give me a break. The pastor's office at the church. Let alone that it was also my DAD's office. It was just... wrong.

So, I walked out into the sanctuary/main area. There are a ton of people there, as if a service had just ended, and amongst them is this girl's boyfriend who she's talking to. He comes over to me and threatens me because I "seduced his girlfriend." I tried to explain what really happened to him, but he wouldn't listen, of course. S'all I remember from THAT dream.

Third dream was at a video store that was owned by the owner of the huge paintball field I go to. John was there, looking for some movies he'd ordered. There was a really big guy there, too. Huge guy - looked like Bob from Fight Club without bitch tits (well, I WAS watching the movie before bed). He was technically my friend, but he was the type of guy that only really ripped on you and never gave you any other sort of feedback and thought nothing of it. He came over to be a jackass to me, so I took three ketchup packets in my hand and tried to smash them against his chest. They didn't break the first time or the second. The third time, though, they broke open but didn't spill out.

He grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. "What would you do if they opened, huh?" he taunted. I smothered them over his face, which may have not been the most brilliant of options. He squeezed harder, now into a bearhug, and asked why on earth I did that. "Why do you think? Really. THINK about it for a second. Why would I want to do something mean to you?"

At some point, it clicked, and the guy let me down and stumbled off. Back to John's hunting down movies, and blah blah blah, woke up.

Woohoo.
 
i had a power kip this afternoon as i was feeling shitty and tired
and drempt

that ex friends came back to live in my new house and brought all the grief that went with it

and there were cats in the house (i hate cats)

caught my best friend cheeting on his girlfriend

i woke up sweating

(i am feeling very secure at the moment and is scared of things going wrong again for me)
 
I'll take what AA's having. Those are great dreams. :D

I dreamt last night that I was married to some guy who wasn't Mr. N. and in fact I strongly suspected that 'he' was one of my female friends from high school only pretending to be a guy. We moved into an apartment that seemed eerily familiar, and it wasn't until we peeled away the shoddily done wallpaper-job that we recognized (from the stains of blood on the walls) that, "Oooooh, this is the exorcism apartment. Crap!"

See, we'd helped some friends perform a bloody and violent exorcism in the apartment some time in the past. You'd think we would've remembered. For some reason, I was far more upset about the horrible wallpaper, but my 'husband' was more concerned about the fact that last time we were there we 'didn't get them all' and now we were trapped in a small one-bedroom apartment with horrible wallpaper and a host of shrieking demons howling for our blood.

So I went out looking for a badass Catholic priest to come help us do battle with the forces of darkness, but I kept getting distracted by interior decorators offering to redo the wallpaper with something nice and attractive. The only problem was I couldn't take them up on it because I wasn't sure if our apartment was going to get sucked into hell or not.

But what can you do? It was rent-controlled.
 
Having dreams in sequence is rare, unless there's something that is obviously bothering you a lot. Sometimes I dream about work, and in that case, my dreams are in a sense sequential because they're all related to the stress. Dreams tell you a lot about yourself, and I don't think they should be ignored, no matter how strange they are. Monk once had sequential dreams for a month. It was VERY strange. It was like a long epic of dreams with a new episode each night. I have yet to figure out what that was all about. The lesson here? Don't ignore your dreams.
 
*Chuckles.* I love reading other people's dreams. I just wish I could remeber more of mine. Damn the groping.
 
The priest had a high-powered rifle that shot rounds of holy water. This guy was a total ass-kicking machine.

I remember my dreams vividly, and I have sequencial dreams a lot. I use an ungodly number of them in my writing. :)
 
I don't remember my dreams, but when I do..it's excellent.

Last dream I remember, a whole ton of folks were coming to my door to borrow stuff. Ketchup, sugar, milk, eggs, shoes, chairs...etc. Some of the people I knew, and some I didn't. I just happily gave the stuff to them. It was fun.
 
Church again. A Sunday, just after church.

I was in the basement and bare-assed - I'm not sure where my clothes went, so I ran into the men's bathroom. There was a guy in the stall, so I pulled the door open wide as I could to kind of hide behind it. Two girls walked right in, so I stuck my head around the edge of the door and asked, "This -is- the Men's bathroom, right?" They told me it was but didn't leave because they were wanting the guy in the stall.

After five incredibly long minutes, the three of them let, I went to the task of covering myself. Hanging up to the right were my Mr. Clean PJ Pants... but as I considered putting them on, to my left were a pair of jeans I had worn the day before. Perfect! I put them on and a white T-shirt from a box of clothes that had magically appeared in the bathroom and made my way out.

Normally, that hallway would lead to a larger gathering area, but now it lead into the middle of a forest. Out I went, with the knowledge that there were people out there and specific locations in the forest to visit.

(Insert a part here pertaining to flying with the help of rockets.)

I met up with a girl about my age that absolutely hated me - I knew she did, and I knew she wanted to kill me. It didn't bother me, though. In fact, I was entirely prepared for it. I had a theory of reincarnatin where, if she killed me, I would come back sometime BEFORE the killing and have all of this helpful knowledge. (Kind of like a video game's saved game. HA.) That was the plan, at least.

Strolling through the forest together, I was a complete asshole to her. Eventually, she snapped. She whipped out this small chrome pistol and pressed it against my temple. I smiled as she shot and fell right over. There was no pain, no nothing. But I couldn't blink, just stare forward. I waited for the reincarnation thing to happen for a few minutes, but began to get really impatient. So, I woke myself up, because sitting there was boring.

I went back to sleep and woke up IN the dream. It was a Sunday, again. I thought it was the Sunday -before- I had died, and I was absolutely ecstatic. I ran downstairs just as my family (minus Captain God) got home from church. They weren't surprised to see me, which I attributed to it being the week before I had actually died. In all of my excitement, I went about fervently describing the events and the situation. They didn't believe me - and somewhere in there showed me that it was the week after and that I had just been missing for a week. That brought up a lot of questions. One, what happened to my body when I died? Two, missing for a week, and no one gave a shit that I was back? Bah!

The more I explored, the more I noticed everything had gone to shit in my absence. My family was even worse off, my friends' situations were god awful... it was all terrible.

Outside I went, out to a playground on top of a very short hill. There were a ton of people there - one notably being the girl who had murdered me. I found one guy who believed me and we approached her. She was shocked to hell, but claimed to want to take a picture of us. Her "camera" was a pistol, but I wasn't afraid. I had a gun, too, pointed right at her. Suddenly, she had a video camera instead of a pistol and was actually trying to take our picture. Unfortunately, she left the cap on and the picture was obviously garbage. My companion was pissed. I guess he actually wanted a picture.

This is when all hell broke loose in the great outdoors. In an instant, I had this feeling of evil that eminated from certain people - families and such. A -huge- war broke out. It was good versus evil. I remember grabbing a thick (about 6 inches in diameter) 6 foot long tree branch and smacking the hell out of a mother, her daughter and daddy. Rest-assured, they were trying to kill me. In the background were spectacular light-saber fights. You see, clearly I was a Jedi Knight.

So, the dream ended on this massive war.

I've been playing too much Jedi Knight 2 on mah puter.
 
I solve those church problems AA by not attending. It actually solves many problems, now that I think about it. ;)

I have tons of dreams, some over and over again. I usually remember them in the morning too, must be because I'm such a light sleeper. :confused:
 
lobito said:
I solve those church problems AA by not attending. It actually solves many problems, now that I think about it. ;)

I have tons of dreams, some over and over again. I usually remember them in the morning too, must be because I'm such a light sleeper. :confused:

I haven't attended church in quite some time. I imagine it shows up repeatedly due to my extensive history with it and the whole "Father's a Pastor" deal I have going on.
 
I know you're all so interested...

The last dream that I had last night was incredible. I had the ability to travel back into my past. By thinking hard enough about where I wanted to be and going to sleep, I'd wake up as me at that time with my present mind. So, I went back three years in time. Back when I had a ton more money in the bank. Back when the girl I was secretly interested in was secretly interested in me. Back before countless "not as good as they could have been" choices in life.

My dream was all about going back and making different choices, knowing what I do now.

I could be rather somber about the whole thing, having woken up and realized that those better choices were not made. I could regret the past and the choices made - but I don't. Not for a second. I made the best choices that I could, at the time. I did the best I could and, because of those "not as good as they could have been" choices, I am now me.

A very interesting dream, though.
 
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