I had this dream last night that feels like it was half dream state and half awake.
In this dream I was living within this little window that I am now typing this post into, and my life was all text based. At one point I decided that I would copy and paste my life into word or something so I could save it for later. Here's where the dream verged more into being awake, because I was thinking how cool it was going to be that I could copy and paste this dream so I could post it in this thread later and share it with you all, but not only that, I would be able to see exactly what I wrote when I was dreaming. So I copied and pasted all this, then I woke up. For my first few minutes awake I wanted to go and get on my computer and find the file and read it. Then I realized that I do not have copy and paste in my dreams.
so in this dream i had, i was asked to babysit a relatives baby. i accepted. of course, being a dream it turned out the baby was small enough to sleep in the palm of my hand. in fact, the baby was just about the size of a penny.
to be honest, it was more of a jellybean than a baby - but still it was very much alive and breathing.
it slept well and i baby-sat well.......until it stopped breathing and changed colour.
it died. what made matters worse, was that i then managed to drop the 'baby'. i searched in vain under the coffee table and in the deepest depths of the carpet, but failed to locate its little dead body.
i had to tell its mother that not only was the child dead but also, they would not be able to have a funeral.
on the good side, no dead body = no murder charge. at least it would be hard to prove.
Okay... I don't remember the details of this dream, which is a shame, because it is *SO* odd, but I had a dream that my best friend went evil, and basically vowed vengence on me. She was about to attack when suddenly she said she was going to be back, and she was going to kill me...as she turned into a jar of red jam!!! I was terrified that the jar would be opened, and I picked it up and started walking with it, but it fell onto the tiled floor and shattered. I remember thinking "At least I won't have to worry about her now"... and then I woke up. Analyze THAT! heh.
The first thing I remember was that I was on the computer and a very old friend of mine contacted me on icq and told me that he had testicular cancer or something similar. For some reason, I made a crack to him about it, not in a mean way, just to try to make him smile, but he was obviously not in the mood for it as he stopped talking to me. Then up in the top left portion of my monitor this little window popped up and he was talking to me in it, but there wasn't anyway I could respond, it was almost like scrolling text. So I read what he was saying and he was very emotional, which is actually totally unlike him.
Then there was a man in my living room, and older very big guy in a suit and he asked me if he could sit down and I said yes of course, how rude of me not to offer you a seat, and I thought about offering him something to drink or eat but didn't.
Suddenly I was in the bathroom with my young dog and she was looking over the edge of the tub at my warm bath water. She all of a sudden hopped in and totally immersed herself, head and all. I thought, this is great, she needs a bath, but I also was worried that she was drowning, yet she kept popping up. I got the dog shampoo and begin washing her. I remember her shake and the stuff fly off everywhere.
Then I was back downstairs at my computer. My keyboard was very light, hollow, missing keys. It had a crack in it. PMG walked past me. We may have all been working in an office together.
I heard music and voices outside so I went out to investigate, I don't know what they were. But my neighbor was in my backyard tying up 3 goats. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was returning my goats that had gotten loose. I said I don't have any goats. So we decided to call the pound, although i was sort of thinking the goats might be good to have. The van from the pound came and we got the goats in. Wasted P was there with an electrolux vaccuum and I had my bike that we loaded in and the guy from the pound said that normally we couldn't do that but he'd let it slide this time. I know that I was intending on riding the bike home, not sure was Wasted P was planning on doing with the vaccuum, tho.
I have dreams that I don't remember, it's frustrating.
if you can manage to write down a few key words or phrases (assuming you wake from dreaming and then fall back asleep), your mind will begin to draw forth more & more from your subconscious. you know, if it means enough to you to go to the trouble.
I don't remember the sequences. My mother was the singer for a metal band, she was in her 60's I suppose. I went to meet the band and they all had mullets. I tried to make conversation with them and I think they thought I was a dork.
(But yay, I got to see my mom!)
One of the metal band guys had to get on a train, and so we walk along the train station outside where all the trains line up. He put some luggage on the train then took his guitar in to be checked and found the window closed. So he gave it to someone in the station, I think who worked there. Then we sat down. He (mullet metal boy)had these inflatable dolls and he blew them up and did a test in this room to see what would happen to them if the train derailed and went into deep water.
I remember driving my car from Seattle to Vancouver. It was nice to drive again.
I think there was more but I have forgotten it on the way downstairs. oh well.
I dream about Asylum stuff so often I always forget to post...
For instance, last night I had a dream (can't remember what it was about) and I remember I picked up a copy of the Washington Post, and one of the stories on the front page had the headline DEVILMOON READ THIS. It was a story about Splat running for Congress.
I have a recurring dream. I haven't done my assignment for school, and I'm late too.
I left school eight years ago, anyway!
At work if we're late three times in a 30-day period, we have to go through a fact find, and a probable disciplinary.
I had been late three times, so had to have a fact finding meeting with the headmaster at school.
I was late for work tonight, for the second time in a row - I was late last night, too y'see. Predetermined?
I hate dreaming about school, especially after all these years. I imagine it's a piling up of guilt from various sources. Guilt of never having handed in stuff at school on time, regret that I was so fucking shy that school was hell, guilt of spending money too quickly, guilt that my moral standards are sliding downhill fast, plus more that I daren't mention.
quote:Originally posted by WastedPotential excuse the grammar and/or spelling errors. i typed this in as soon as i woke up, and well before coffee.
i know it was pretty extensive prior to these events, but i really don't remember those parts. what i do remember is watching the Simpsons, then alternately being IN the simpsons, it was neither live-action nor cartoon, something sort of in-between. the only part i really remember is when homer and i were going up this stairway in a house, it was a pretty nice 1950's/1960's house, and we had this Christmas baby that we were delivering. Homer was packing it. It kept crying and crying and i told homer that maybe we should feed it or something if the trip was going to take much longer. He was Homer, so he was goofy about it and said some homer-type thing.
Next thing i remember is walking accross an empty trainyard next to a field with a little snow on the ground. It might've been in moscow, down by that park next to the carpet place. I turn to homer, and he lost the baby. I was all worried, shouting at homer, trying to get him to remember where he left the christmas baby.
I found it back between some railroad tracks, but it had died, i guess it starved. It didn't just die, though, it had turned into a little mummified baby, kind of like a tiny skeleton with some beef jerky on it. it was only as big as a keychain, and i thought about keeping it for a second, as a souvenir or a keychain, a powerful baby fetish, maybe. i decided to leave it, though.
I go back to where homer is and i'm trying to get him to help with the process of explaining what had happened to the baby to whomever it was we were delivering it to. I'm facing homer, talking to him, when i notice over his shoulder, off in the distance, that the jerky christmas baby is growing, and his flesh is getting a little fresher, but he still has a baby skull head. he grows to about as big as my lawn gnome, then he hops up and runs across the rail yard to the edge of this field where he jumps up and bites a german shepherd in the neck, bringing it down. i am at once impressed and horrified. I tried to get homer to turn around and check it out as soon as i saw the baby growing, but he missed the whole amazing scene.
after that, i kind of wondered if i wanted to be around this christmas attack baby at all, and i didn't think homer was going to be any help because he was so stupid. I don't remember what happened after that, i think that's where i woke up.
However, somewhere before or after that, there was a full-size grown adult that was fairly healthy looking, but really, really skinny. they were mounted on the wall. I don't remember if it was male or female, but i think it was neither. It was only wearing a loincloth kind of thing. I think it might've been in the hallway of the house with the stairs. I took the person off the wall just to see how much they weighed. the heft test made me think they were about sixty - seventy pounds. I remember thinking, "hmm. i always wondered how much some of those skinny people weighed, and if they would be easy to pick up." then i put the person back on the wall. I don't remember any hooks or nails or picture hangers, i think they just kind of stuck there.
I bought this big old hardcover book at a used bookstore, and it was part cartoons and part text. We were the characters in the story, all our nicknames.
Then I went to post it in the dream book, just like I am doing now. at the bottom of the window here was a little box called the "post scrambler". I think the idea was could could put in a post and it would scramble the words up for you.
I have one dream that comes back every so often, no specific pattern that I can find.
I am laying in bed, one of those single person metal things you might find in a hospital ward.
In a small room, white/grayish paint on the walls.
I remember being tired, as if from being in a fight or sick, but healing.
I wake up to see a woman, apparently I have a great love for her, standing at the end of the bed with a cleaver. Behind her are three other women, all young, say 16 to 20.
She, the woman I love, says not to worry, it won't hurt and it will all be over soon.
Naturally I start feeling a little nervous.
She sits down on a little stool at the end of the bed, and the other women come around either side of the bed.
She takes the cleaver and cuts off my right foot. (Thinking about it, I can't remember the significance of the right foot, but it seems important in the dream.) And she starts eating. The other women don't use knives or anything, but they sink their teeth into me and start eating. At this point there is a lot of blood, being very Deep red in the dream, and standing out against the light colors of the room. And soaking into the sheet that is covering the rest of my body. A light colored sort of beige, washed linen sheet.
Throughout this whole episode I don't feel any pain. I feel the tugging form their hands, the pulling on my flesh form their teeth, but no pain.
I never sleep past the part where they get to my knees. but I can still feel the pulling and tugging, and remember the sounds of the tearing when I wake up.
And the only thing I can remember saying is, "Why?" And feeling emotionaly drained.
No closure, No reason I can find to have it. Just horribly fightening.
wow, what an intense, realistic dream I just woke from...
I was riding the sky train here in Vancouver. It's like an elevated train but it does go underground in a few sections downtown. It seems it was summer. I was riding the train, I was in the very back, the windows were open, and there weren't many people on it. I remember the train going very fast. At one point I could see the speedometer (even tho I was in the rear), and we were going 70 mph. It was like a ride at the fair. At each curve i was hanging on to the pole and swinging outside the train somehow. There was a young fellow in the back too and he was doing to same. For some reason he crawled up into the window and was sitting in it (although moment earlier the train was open on the side) and I remembered being concerned cause I knew we were headed for the tunnel.
The next thing I knew, he got sucked out of the train and I could see him falling down this shaft, it was like I was with him as he tumbled head over heel down and down endlessly. I screamed for the train to stop, i smashed on the emergency button and we came flying to a halt. The driver came back and I told him what happened. I got off the train and rain down the tracks to where i last saw him.
The tracks were embedded in the ground and had like an inch or so opening into this deep dark space underneath, which is where he fell into. I laid on the ground and pressed my lips to the track and yelled something "Hellllllo guy from the train!!!!!" Over and over I called for him with silences in between so I could put my ear down and listen for him. Silence. I looked into the space, it was filled with water. I kept calling over and over. I was frantic. The rest of the people from the train stood around me, kind of dazed. I must have been there an hour calling and when the team of emergency workers tried to lead me away I insisted on staying because I said I knew where he had fallen.
I remember someone saying to me "If you had not been here no one would know he was gone. There is a reason you are here."
They did not find him. I went out to the spot everyday and laid on my belly and yelled into the space. In my mind I knew he was there somewhere, and he was waiting for me to find him. It was almost like we knew each other and were connected.
I remember getting phone calls from old friends, asking me how I was dealing with it. I don't remember what I said.
The image very much stuck in my head now is of me, with the rest of the passengers and the stopped train with the doors open and lights on just past the mouth of the tunnel, me looking out ( I can see me, but I am also in me) at where we had just come from, the hot late summer evening beginning to blossom, the gravel on the ground, the gray of my tee-shirt and the dirt on my khaki pants. The beautiful light at that time of day that makes things look like a technicolor movie, the color blue popping out, lights on streets and cars like stars twinkling.
It was sad but not sad all at once.
It just was.
ps there are a few details I am leaving out because they concern people here and it was just too weird.
i had this dream that Sw/oT was visiting me. he had gone out for a bit and a friend came by and said "You know this SwoT guy is really a con artist. He just befriends people so he can sell them cheap calculators and stuff." and he pulled this card out that had details about someone named Swot who was doing just that.
I said, "No, there has to be some mistake, that's not the SwoT I know..."
anyhow, Swot came running into the backyard at some point, and he was out of breath. He grabbed me and hissed, "The clowns are after me!! Don't let them find me!!!" and he kind of crouched down and hid behind my back.
I said "What clowns?" And all of a sudden I could see driving slowly down the street, a carful of clowns, in a bright colorful clown car. The were going slow and looking into the yards. They saw me.
I said to Swot, "Get down silly" and i pushed him down and stood in front so the clowns could not see him, but they eyed me suspiciously.
They passed by. But I felt the danger had not passed. Swot in the meanwhile was running around the back yard looking over the fence. I kept telling him to stop, that the clowns could be back at any moment.
At some point we straightened out that someone had stolen his SwoT identity to sell these cheap calculators. And we went on a mission to avenge these crimes and get his identity cleared.
I remember being on a stake out with the police, very streets of san francisco-ish. Big old undercover car with a cherry we could stick on the top. Cop in a trenchcoat. Binoculars.
OK, I have just had my first Asylum-related dream!
There was a large gathering, of people I knew to be asylumites, without actually looking closely at them. I assume it was the Philly meetup.
Immediately someone suggested a strange game (not sure of the details) where people paired up, one male to one female. Everyone quickly paired up until just me and PMG (who didn't look like her but in my mind I knew it was her) were left. I tried to smile, just normally, but she sneered and walked away. I felt crushed, and everyone else was berating her for not partnering me for the game. I sulkily left the room, went into the next room which funnily enough was my work.
So I played an A-ha MP3 at my desk, and couldn't hear it through my headphones, and I turned it up to full blast. At that point I realised I had picked up my telephone headset, and was actually playing the MP3 through the ones connected to the soundcard. I felt good that people were hearing what I wanted to listen to because it was coming so loudly from the headphones (the song was "The sun always shines on TV").
After a minute I left and went to the toilet. Unfortunately, it looked as if it might be blocked, but I tried flushing it anyway experimentally. Water and blood went all over the floor from inside the toilet, though I hadn't seen blood actually in the bowl. I then urinated and discovered blood inside that. At that point I woke up (needing the toilet rather desperately, sort of explaining a section of that last part, I guess).
That was disturbing. Probably another one of those highlighting an overwhelming sense of wanting to be accepted, liked, etc. And being self un-confident, being scared of rejection.
Whenever I have dreams, there is almost always fire involved.
My most recent dream that I had a few days ago (I'm not good at describing them so bear with me)...
It took place right at the entrance to the next town. In reality, there is a railroad track and a bunch of abandoned factories, but in the dream, the railroad was a river and the factories were riverfront houses (all with boats in the back) and a hospital. The hospital was on fire, and the entire town had this fiery and gray overcast to it. There were fire trucks around the burning hospital, but they were not doing anything to put it out. The fire began to spread to some of the nearby houses, and, while living well outside of the fire's range, I worried for a minute that it would reach my house. Instead, I went down across the street from the hospital and just watched it burn. But I was the only person there. There was nobody in the hospital, nobody in the houses, nobody in the trucks...nobody around. Just me.
There is one dream I have been having ever since I was about 8 - I am riding my tricycle through town following my mother when the blues brothers kidnap me. Then they turn in to 8 foot pink bunny rabbits and I hide from them behind my grandmothers sofa.
quote:Originally posted by MuffyTheVampyreLayer There is one dream I have been having ever since I was about 8 - I am riding my tricycle through town following my mother when the blues brothers kidnap me. Then they turn in to 8 foot pink bunny rabbits and I hide from them behind my grandmothers sofa.
/me shrugs. Fuck knows what that means.
I have a couple of reaccuring dreams. One is where I leap from the top of a tall flight of stairs and I land on my feet at the bottom.