What did you dream? Tell it in five sentences or fewer.

I suddenly realized I was holding or standing over what I thought was a hand made ceramic vase. Then it made more sense that it was an urn that was missing it's lid. Urgent to protect the contents, I peeked inside and it was filthy and full of old crumpled receipts and cigarette butts. I got very upset and look up to try to figure out who would do such a thing and then feeling protective of whoever was inside, cluched the urn close to my chest. I then looked inside the urn again and notice that buried beneathe the trash, barely visible but somehow completely clean and vibrantly colored and organized is a large stash of folded bundles of cash.

I woke up in the middle of trying to sort out what did or did not belong in the urn with the ashes and what the person would possibly need me to do if I knew who it was.
 
Imagine two baths with taps, completely made of stone, but both the size of a lake and filled with water. I was standing beside them, having a conversation with Melvyn Bragg, the respected art critic and author, about how much I was going to charge his government for this water, over which I had complete control.

I was struggling to hold a conversation with such a respected man without giving away the fact that (a) I was wondering when on earth he started to work for the government, (b) how/when/why did I get put in charge of water supplies and (c) why had I built enormous stone baths instead of just digging two big holes in the ground?

I woke up confused then drifted off again..
 
I had just started at university and headed into the student union cafe to meet my new friends for lunch.

When I sat down on a bench, I noticed there was a collection of stuffed toys on the surround. The guy next to me said 'they're hers, over there. She puts them in this corner and comes to sit here when she's feeling a bit down because they make her feel better.'

I realised that I'd left my stuffed toys at home because they didn't fit in with my image of maturity, but if it was ok for her, then I would write to my parents to ask them to send mine to me. Then I felt a tsunami of emotion - homesickness, nostalgia, loss - which I knew was going to make me cry in front of this guy.

I woke up with a headache :(

Why can't I just have the sex dreams that other people get? :mad:
 
I had just started at university and headed into the student union cafe to meet my new friends for lunch.

When I sat down on a bench, I noticed there was a collection of stuffed toys on the surround. The guy next to me said 'they're hers, over there. She puts them in this corner and comes to sit here when she's feeling a bit down because they make her feel better.'

I realised that I'd left my stuffed toys at home because they didn't fit in with my image of maturity, but if it was ok for her, then I would write to my parents to ask them to send mine to me. Then I felt a tsunami of emotion - homesickness, nostalgia, loss - which I knew was going to make me cry in front of this guy.

I woke up with a headache :(

Why can't I just have the sex dreams that other people get? :mad:

Evolution carries a heavy price tag... ;)
 
i was just starting a new relationship and she needed to know what to do when I told her to pleasure me. I drew a lettered and numbered gridwork on my dangly bits - much like an Excel spreadsheet - to enable very specific instruction (begin licking at row 18, column E and lick all the way up the column to row 5). She began following my very precise instructions for a while and then cried, "Yummm, the lines taste fruity!" and began licking and sucking vigorously and highly enthusiastically until they were all gone, at which point she attacked the head saying, "I want my ice cream." She finished, and as I was preparing my next lesson (pussy torture with the bunny fur flogger), she fell asleep in a sugar coma.

I was still hard and waiting for her to wake when I woke.
 
Having wine with two physicists (one of whom looked suspiciously like the doctor from Woodbury in Walking Dead) and having them tell me I can achieve anything I want simply by drinking some sort of supplement powder - that they naturally wouldn't specifically name :mad:
 
Having wine with two physicists (one of whom looked suspiciously like the doctor from Woodbury in Walking Dead) and having them tell me I can achieve anything I want simply by drinking some sort of supplement powder - that they naturally wouldn't specifically name :mad:

At least they didn't try to sell it to you in currency that would only be available in one of Seela's dreams. ;)
 
At a farmhouse in a little valley with orchards all around and all uphill. Something happened and there was a sudden landslide. There was time to get away and others started traveling straight along the valley. I kept trying to insist that we run away up the opposite hill (no landslide there) but nobody would listen. I went by myself and had to watch as all the earth and trees slowly tumbled over all those people. :(

WTF???
 
At a farmhouse in a little valley with orchards all around and all uphill. Something happened and there was a sudden landslide. There was time to get away and others started traveling straight along the valley. I kept trying to insist that we run away up the opposite hill (no landslide there) but nobody would listen. I went by myself and had to watch as all the earth and trees slowly tumbled over all those people. :(

WTF???

New beginnings, with old things tumbled away :)
 
Polishing up the existing, then? :p

The disconcerting thing is how many dreams I've been having with the 'alone' theme, lately. I've been lost in the woods, lost in a huge empty house, at a party but everyone disappears, on a subway platform that's empty, as is the train I get on. There's always something that triggers an ominous feeling. I don't know what my subconscious is chewing on, but I wish it would stop.
 
The disconcerting thing is how many dreams I've been having with the 'alone' theme, lately. I've been lost in the woods, lost in a huge empty house, at a party but everyone disappears, on a subway platform that's empty, as is the train I get on. There's always something that triggers an ominous feeling. I don't know what my subconscious is chewing on, but I wish it would stop.

Interesting. I am pretty much always alone in my dreams, without any ominous feelings at all. If I have a companion, it's usually a cat :) Alone, for me, is peaceful.
 
I have dreams I'm giving birth to my cats.:eek: I'm always glad they are such a nice easy shape. They are always cats, never kittens. How close to your pets is too close?:eek:

No such thing as too close in dreamland :)

.............
I looked at the clock and it was mean thirty, so I had to wake up :(
 
I wasn't the nice, too good for my own good, guy in my dream. I wasn't bad, mean or angry; simply in control. She was willing and desired the direction. I dreamed I had dreamed of her and the reality of her was better than the dream of her. She was the distraction that I had counted on but I had not counted on her being breathtaking.
 
I looked down from the ridge on which I was hiking, and on the mud flats below saw an immense grizzly. A man was desperately trying to move his three small children away from the angry creature, but the children kept toddling away from him.

I crashed toward the man to help, but became entangled in a dense underbrush, and when I emerged found myself before a medieval village dominated by a castle. It soon became clear that the entire town, and especially the king, had become obsessed with a stunning dark-eyed woman who was showing up in the kingdom's prints, paintings and drawings.

I passed her cloaked form in a dark passage, and as our eyes met, I understood her secret: she was a time traveler, seeking temporary refuge.
 
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The super surgeon was seriously sad mad. There was not a surgical stapler in our supply room. In a surgical intensive care unit a missing stapler is a crime. My kingdom for a stapler! I bleached the bed.
 
This was a twist: Master drove me around to 4 or 5 different houses. He would pull up to them, tell me to give them a look-over, but not let me get out of the car. After the last one we went somewhere (can't remember details), we sat at a table and he laid out pictures of each house and told me to choose. I was confused, asked 'choose for what?' and he wouldn't tell me, just told me "pick one!" I couldn't because I didn't know what I was picking for, and he got mad at me. And then, of course, I woke up. Ugh! I almost swatted him with a pillow til I realized it was a dream. LOL

I had a bunch of fragmented, nonsensical dreams last night. Lousy sleep. :(
 
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