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Black Irish

over 4 years ago

Drew: But it seems that your unconscious still disagrees. ;)

Drew.

over 4 years ago

Only slightly, because while in the dream I was very happy how things turned out.

I was actually annoyed when I was standing in the bathroom after the other kid left, and I heard my dad’s voice waking me up.

Black Irish

over 4 years ago

Drew: [strokes non-existent beard] Hmmm, why did you feel annoyed? :|

Drew.

over 4 years ago

Well obviously because that girl doesn’t like me in real life, and when I heard my dad waking me up I realized that all was a dream.

Black Irish

over 4 years ago

Drew: Oh. I thought you were annoyed that the kid left.

casualt​imetrav​el

over 4 years ago

for the purpose of keeping my friends anonymous, i’ve changed their names. this is my most recent dream.

laura, me, thomas, and laura’s ridiculously jewish friend get in a car to make our way to the airport. zena’s friend starts talking to me about religion and i am taken aback by her commentary on other religions. mostly she is surprised there are still OTHER people out there (i am eastern orthodox and not jewish). i am bewildered by this and also rather intoxicated so i start mocking her and giving sarcastic responses. however, i am soon cut off because we witness a woman on a bike with a heavy load falling over onto her head. if it was anyone else we might have laughed but i am seriously concerned because she seems old and laura points at the dilapidated houses around us, stating that we’re in the ghetto and that woman probably had no legal papers or way of getting to a hospital. unfortunately, we have already zoomed past her and are making our way to the harbor, our first detour of the trip. we pile out of the car and suddenly we have a 5th member, who we are trying to get rid of and this has become the whole purpose of our detour. he is clad in punk attire and we find him slightly obnoxious yet the purpose of his existence or annoyance is quite unknown to me. we pile out of the car and walk down to the harbor where the everything is made of rusting metal and various homeless people loiter aimlessly. i take out a knife to protect ourselves and this causes them to stir. we approach different people and i threaten some of them with knives as they jump out at us with mirrors. they all assure us however that they will not hurt us. meanwhile, laura and thomas are trying to push our newest punk member off the pier and unsucessfully so as he seems to keep coming back. we reach the edge of the pier where everything is still metal including some abandoned boats and a submarine like contraption that sit motionless in the dingy, rust colored bay. laura and i sit down at the edge of the pier and she admits that she’s in love with her father. i can see why, they are practically the same person. my avant garde literature teacher floats to us on a raft and we greet her enthusiastically. she knows about our journey to the harbor and its purpose and i offer her some of my drink, which is a pink mixture of vodka and vitamin water. she takes a swig, hands it back, gives us her blessing, and floats away on her raft into nothingness.

laura and i find ourselves at a hotel unlike any other. we have lost our 3 other members and i am unsure how but i know she has everything under control. she tells me her plane doesn’t leave until after the airport closes so we’ll have to stay here for a bit. we wander around the lobby which seems to look like a living room. the hotel is empty and seems rather abandoned, and i at once notice a giant container of pills on the fireplace. in it are various prescription drugs, xanax, adderall, and ones i cannot identify. i tell laura we have found the jackpot and i slip the box into my backpack, assuming that someone had accidently left these here some time ago. suddenly i see the image of a man in the hallway who gives me an evil stare. perhaps he is the caretaker. i turn into a woman sitting on a reclining chair in the hotel lobby. laura is nowhere to be found but people mingle around me and the caretaker walks over to me and presses his body against me making horrific gestures in her face. his facial expressions and movements become sped up and yet the people around us are oblivious to what is happening. it seems that time has stopped and suddenly i get on top of the man and we start to have sex. i am about to come when he suddenly stops and says “where the fuck are my pills?” the sex ends, and i immediately take out the pills from my box, apologizing profusely in fear that he might hurt me. he says its ok and tells me he’s been stalking me for some time. having followed me to every starbucks in existence, he says he watches me from the adjacent starbucks across the street, and to him this is a special experience. i am once again bewildered but soon somebody knocks on the hotel door. he hides me in the bathroom where i stand in front of the mirror pondering my situation. he is heard talking to a couple and they suddenly enter the bathroom. the girl starts talking to me, saying that the caretaker says i live here and i am his wife. i reply yes and accept this as my fate. she then asks me if i like nature and i say yes. she shows me pictures of her work. she makes rifles out of trees and carves intricate designs in them. its her art. the couple disappears and my husband comes back and wants to show me something. i walk out of the bathroom with him to see 5 dogs, all trained to speak. they say just about anything and i ask them questions and they respond. i feel very much at home and sit back down on the reclining chair. my husband sits down on the one next to me and we both fall asleep. i wake up.

Drew.

over 4 years ago

Ok let me try to sort this one out…

It starts off with me fighting in some sort of war. There is a loud noise and the next thing I see is a group of people carrying me and on of them says to another, “He’s dead”. Because I can hear this I start to giggle because clearly I’m not dead. Eventually they carry me into a modern office building. Everyone in the office is somewhat shocked, and as one of the people in the office brings me water the camera (dream camera) zooms out to show that this is all a movie, and as the camera reveals this the dream begins to focus on me who is sitting in a movie theatre with my parents, and a few old friends of mine who I don’t talk to anymore. At the intermission of the movie, which was supposedly Inglourious Basterds (even though that has no intermission), my parents say that we have to go because we have tickets to a baseball game. I’m really pissed but they force me to leave the movie, and we go to the game.

The game is Dodgers v. Yankees, but for some reason the stadium looks more like a little league stadium than a real one. Randomly I notice that I’m in centerfield. One of the “friends” with me starts yelling at me to get out of there, and I do, but then he runs out there and takes my place. As the game goes on he keep dropping fly balls, and annoyed I say I’m leaving.

The next day my parents say that we can see The White Ribbon to make up for us not finishing IB. But at the intermission of TWR they say that we (my parents, me, and two random people from my history class) have to leave because my mom is hungry and wants lunch. My dad tells me not to worry, because the intermission is a few hours. Eventually we get back to my house, and my uncle and baby cousin are over. My uncle starts yelling at me because there is a knife out on the counter, and I immediately yell back at him that I didn’t know he was coming over so why was it my job to baby-proof the house. Suddenly he turns into my uncle on the other side of the family (who is a therapist), and seeing this I ask him if there is anyone in his life that he loves, and never fights with. He responds “you and Tale of Two Cities”. This depresses me because we are not close, so that is why we don’t fight, and then his other choice is a piece of art.

As he says this I suddenly jump to outside my house and its dark. I have flashes of remembering this acquaintance of mine telling me that he was going to kill himself, and I begin to fear he has done it. I start walking to his house, when I see my parents, and I begin yelling at them because they made me leave TWR. I get to this person’s house and he has killed himself (body off camera…I just know). I wander home defeated and go on my computer. I open up StL! and I post “I wish I had some connections with people that wouldn’t be lost with a cut wire”.

The end.

Jon K

over 4 years ago

Can I just say that while the Auteurs world cup was on, i dreamed that Apursansar was appointed manager of Inter Milan. He bought in Ritwik Ghatak as his assistant manager.

Obviously, I don’t know the guy, even what he looks like, so it’s a bit weird. and I thought it was surprising they decided to get rid of Mourinho.

Drew.

over 4 years ago

Haha I had a dream that I won the WC and because I was Italy, Martin Scorsese sent me a message of personal congratulations and then I ended up having lunch with him…

…as we all know that didn’t happen. :(

But no hard feelings Kenji. ;)

Sunny!

over 4 years ago

Friday night I actually had a dream where I raped a pirate. It was very graphic. I don’t even know why i would dream such a thing.

Drew.

over 4 years ago

Pirate
To see a pirate in your dream, signifies that some person or situation is adding chaos to your emotional life. You may feel that someone has violated your integrity or creativity. Alternatively, the pirate may symbolize freedom and one who defies authority. You may have desires to explore new adventures and take riskier ventures

And raping someone can signify power or control, so maybe you feel like you either have to gain control of the chaos in your life, or listen to authority more and not take as many risks.

Cecelia

over 4 years ago

OK so I had a dream where I was on a beach, where many of my dreams occur. This beach had a very small shoreline and the waves crashed so close to the land that there was only 5 feet of sand, maybe. The waves were huge and kept getting bigger and I couldn’t understand why people were still in the water, enjoying the waves. I was really afraid of the waves and I even thought it would turn into a tsunami. So I ran away and found shelter on the deck of a beach house. But after a few minutes I could see that a tsunami wouldn’t come and that there was a parade of unicorn/narwhal hybrids playing in the water, and people were still having fun while I was alone watching.

OK SO. I know how I find out what my dreams mean, it isn’t some recipe for dreams or a list of every symbol and meaning, but a much more personal way to do it. I will show you how I flow chart my dreams ( the method of Carl Jung) so I can understand what they mean. Using this dream as an example, here is the picture:

http://i46.tinypic.com/otq4yf.jpg

I start with something about my dream that really stood out or bothered me. There is no real logic, just use instinct. Then I start using words that describe how I feel about that certain thing. Once again, not logical. My first word for the dream was “waves.” There are more words on my original version; this one is condensed.

Then from that first set, choose what strikes you the most out of THOSE words. I chose " the waves eat you alive." Do the same process. Keep on doing that until you start seeing through the imagery and understand what lies behind it.

If you believe something about the dream that surprises you- it is probably true, considering it is part of your subconscious.

I learned from my dream that I am afraid of someone/thing in my life that has power over me. While other people love this thing/person, I am the only one who realizes its true purpose.

Hope that helps your dream interpretation!

Drew.

over 4 years ago

That’s awesome! And it actually means more than the silly symbol Freud stuff I use for fun.

I’m going to try your technique next time.

lopezm4​25

about 4 years ago

Just thought I’d share my dream here. I started a thread not knowing that this one existed.
Well, Last night I dreamt that I was in an enormous movie theater with the walls covered in old movie posters. They were all in black and white. I couldn’t identify any posters in particular. I saw faces and words on the posters, but the faces were blurred and the words weren’t coherent. I started getting afraid because I was the only one there. I was looking around and stumbled across small rooms that were recreations of scenes in particular films. The room I remember most vividly is the room with the scene in the milk bar in a Clockwork Orange. I was terrified, and the next thing I remember doing is running out of the room and descending on an escalator made entirely of DVDs. It was so strange. I’ve had dreams about film before, but they were never this literal, you know, with it being set in a movie theater, film posters on the wall, and an escalator made out of DVDs.

NE1

about 4 years ago

DREAM of October 7th, 2009 ~ recorded at 4:30 a.m. CST

i tell you now one of the better of best dreams ever had.

although it began with ruminations of my workplace where i’d been all day i was without notice swept to a rainforest after thoughts of how smaller monkeys ride on larger monkeys backs. some memory of watching national geographic no doubt. and i tell you now i was that smaller monkey, swimming throughout this earthly epic stream, leaping and slipping and leaping once again onto the back on the redorange and silver hairy back of these abominably kind, or at least unnoticing, great ape who wade and walk through the deepest of waters. it carried me it did till i willingly lept at the sight of a fork in the stream, where the great ape was to head for a waterfall i had no intention of riding along with, i went leftward toward a gentler stream. thereupon i found, after a treeleaf dome of passage, at the first dapples of sunlight, a holy spot, at least once touched by man, for there was an english written sign, at a no-so-much another fork in the road so much as a slingshot in the stream, for one could see the ends of the fork from where one stood, again leading to a waterfall, though a thinner and hardly noticeable two where instead of seeing a deathdefying feat ahead one merely saw rocks to be perched upon to take-in the view. the man-made sign did not, as one might think, lay label to these sights, no, the sights were obvious and needed no description, only onlookers to gawk at their granduer. the sign, placed right between these two scenic options was curiously placed into and above an infinitely smaller waterfall made-upon a pile of rocks with a small tree growing out of them, no higher than my wading head, and a little stream came out upon the leaves and back into the lush clear waters. the sign read something or other to the effect of: ‘the greatest’ or perhaps ‘purest water known to man’, and i said was written in engligh, though as i didn’t say was fatherly cruded drawing all capitals as if in glory-be astonishment at ones discovery. this minute curvature of water flowing through the air started clear and somehow became a light brown flush as it entered the water. back-splash no doubt. i approached not without some hesitation and pressed my lips unto the clear, riveting opening, with the leaves brushed against created a homely, completely inoffensive and natural vaginal appearance, and i drank. i drank and drank and in this dream i felt quenched and i had never felt quenched before. i tell you it was perfection, the water had a creaminess to it as if it were churned by the waterfalls of fiji. it was pure.
smiling uncontrollably i made my way to the drop-down anchored-up perch on a gallant, glowing sundrenched lightest-brown rock where my feet were warmed and my body began to dry. i peered. the sight of which i am sorry to say i cannot describe, or perhaps even draw, for it was the grandest illusion of nature as happiness i or anyone may have ever been witness to. words would only mar it. as i said, even in trying to draw it, its justice would be not well-served for the sheer height and depth and darkness of the thing, i tell you the darkness was unfathomable, a wall ungodly in its height mapped in a moss so green it was brown and so full it was black, so perched in animals, mostly birds, of every conceivable sort, so rounded at its corners in fruits unseen and unshapen by mans i i can hardly descry their coors much less their shapes much less how they dangled on the wall or earthen rock… i tell you it was a sight to joyously blind all mankind.

i awoke, not knowing where i was for sometime, having returned from a place so new yet so entirely ancient my bones felt the beauty through every pore and the water felt as radiant as a newborn leaf daring to sprout under the light of a thousand creatures which want to eat it only so that the sun may glance upon and wink its everfreshing eye in a redgold ray of white light and invisible heat. i do dare to declare.

lest i mention that Orson Welles was narrating the entire dream, from ape-jumping to pure water. resonances, no doubt, of watching a slew of his videolas for a stint on ‘youtube’ during the day past. and i tell you, he still narrates now as i type this, though the sleep has worn full. that said, or shall i say, that typed, i now return to bed, for an hour or two before another bore-fraught workday, wherein i shall not foolishly hope for the same dream, for it has passed knowingly, nay, i can only wait for a fresh dream, as fresh as the stream whereabout i tasted the waters and felt the sun which only scared rainforest apes are privy to under the gentle sun where all water is kind water and all sun is a beauty to be blinded by.

NE1

about 4 years ago

LUCID DREAM OF NOVEMBER 4th, 2009

(: occurred in-between 9-minute alarm from 10:10am to 10:18am CST, just before alarm went off at 10:19 :)
[felt as if it lasted for at least a good halfhour: time expansion!]

Dreamt i was in a mansion, very tan & maroon, rich hues
Cant recall why, seems there was a reason for being there at the beginning of the dream which was thereafter blurred by lucidity
In elevator two beautiful women came in
blonde & brunette, european & native american
blond began flirting & soon having sex with me
i held her up & it was very real & enjoyable
But as soon as it became pornographic & not just enjoyable, they exited, giggling
or, as soon as it became lust & not just fun/passion?

Somehow realized i was dreaming.
No real marker/trigger or sign/recognition this time. Just knew.
There was a separate door, behind the elevator
which lead the a small perpendicular ‘sitting room’ that was the width of the chair
the chair had a Greek Theta symbol on its seat Θ that i recognized & did not want to sit in because i thought it would wake me up for some reason
I had tried to take the girl inuit he sitting room before she/they departed
I began trying to fly in the elevator
realized best method was to hold my legs in the air (finally! a method!)
the elevator’s exit door had a mirror
i was able to see myself quite vividly, unshaven, with messed hair
though noticed that upon shifting past the opening-crack in the mirrored door in the reflection there was a chair in the way of part of my face/body, a chair that was Not in the elevator
i gave up trying to see myself
i opened the door & didn’t like the patterns of the mansion i saw
so i closed it & tried to go to the next ‘floor’
first i checked the sitting room to see it if had changed, it had not
the next ‘floor’ was even darker
so i turned 180, looked in the sitting room, turned again & opened the door again
this happened a couple times as i realized for some reason turning 180 & 360 changed the settings
opened the door again
the patterns on this ‘floor’ were neither enticing nor disconcerting, so i decided to get off
still floating, i made my way out the elevator
decided to try to manifest something
i was able to conjure the shape/image of a.. something i cant recall.. a bell? in my right hand as i flew
which disappeard when i stopped thinking about it in amazement of my success
was momentarily disappointed because i wanted to drop it & hear it land (i think it was a bell)
i flew over the interior of gallant mansion
a maid cleaning saw me, pointed to the ceiling, calling another maid
this greatly amused me
there were also several oddly shaped, rather sparse & far apart, cats & dogs
i began losing flight as i focused too much on a tiny dog
which upon landing i tried to punch in the face because it had a grimace
i landed with a smoothness across the floor
did not punch the dog, who acted very doglike & just sort of lept around barking
i patted its head & tried the flying hold-legs method again, to great success
at this point i was elated & wanted to leave the mansion
saw wall of windows, flew towards
thinking/yelling: “i am the king of dreams! i can do anything!”
(was conscious this was a riff on the ‘lizard king’ line)
broke through glass, large crash sound
(flash of memory of wonkavator crashing)
[not conscious that this may have been a flash of a subconscious influence resulting in playing back memory of crash sound?]
flew over strange suburban industrial land
looked back at mansion/hotel to see large oddly shaped & bland colored building, with very few, strangely placed windows. the wall of windows i has just broke through was not visible from the outside.
realized i was doing a sort of backstroke in midair, very high up now

while flying
tried to manifest an apple in right hand, started to work but didn’t
(was conscious of adam/eve metaphor)
still flying, tried to manifest a live squirrel in left hand, started to work but didn’t
(was conscious of exgirlfriend memory)
gave up trying to manifest objects & looked around
saw a boy, fishing?, with what looked like a lure going into solid ground
i flew towards him & was going to try to punch him in the face in my superman-pose
i decided not to when i saw he was smiling
he began calling for his papa as i lept up grabbing legs
& now realized after 3/3 this was a great method for starting a flight
[gravity did not exist here, only the illusion of gravity which could be broken]
i flew away into a haze of cloud
woke up very naturally, very serenely, full of energy
less than a minute later the alarm went off & in astonishment started laughing wonderfully

best lucid dream i’ve had in a long, long time

david lincoln brooks

about 4 years ago

Last night (!) I dreamt that I was living again with my father and and my sister (note that I am 47 and that scenario hasn’t happened since the early 1980’s).

In the dream, my father was insisting I pay him rent.

So I walk down the street from this apartment (in the dream the apartment was familiar, but now, waking, I can’t place it at all).. It is pouring rain, and the street is lined with tall evergreen trees, pines and poplars.

I chance upon a sort of town plaza, surrounded by food joints. A “food court” of sorts…

One of the places is a japanese sushi place. i look down, and notice that I am wearing a splendid, silken kimono anyway (??) so I opt to work there.

The staff are all these Japanese women of all ages. They inform me that the job entails cooking in the kitchen, and also washing dishes. I examine the “backstage” of the restaurant, and observe that it is filthy and un-airconditioned….. But all the vegetables they have assembled are farm-fresh, so…

I proceed to take this paltry dishwashing job. It is kind of a drag…. except that one of the waitresses is a very cute Japanese girl (in full Geisha makeup and costume…. WTF??) .

She and I lie on the grass during one of my breaks, exchange promising, friendly, flirtatious words.

THE END. I awaken.

Now what’s THAT about, I wonder?

pjjrfan

about 4 years ago

I dreamed I was a snail crawling on the edge of a straight razor, oh wait, that wasn’t a dream, that was a movie.
this is for real, I dreamed once that I was riding down this desolate hiway adjacent to a military airbase, when off to the side I saw a huge expolsion which was an atomic explosion, I must’ve known this as I ducked down but I felt a hot feeling on my face, as i came to a stop I flet a huge mass of energy mving past me but I thought not hurting me. I raced to my house to find it totally destroyed, and I wandered around looking for loved ones or friends that were still alive, I was still driving my truck finally I came to a camp, where a large gathering of people hurt, dying, looking for family, soldiers, nurses, I got off my truck and began to walk around, after a what seemed like a long time I began tolook for a place to rest, when a beautiful nurse came up to me and took my hand and told me everything is going to be alright, sir, you will be fine, come with me, I did but then I tried to leave her and she insisted that I stay with her and that everything would be alright, She took me into a tent with a mass of beds inside, and other nurses came up to her and greeted me all of them with smiles, and a queer look on thier faces, like they were all there to console and comfort me, they told me to lay down on a bed or cot, and again they kept telling that everything was going to be alright. I suddenly realized that the right side of my face still felt hot, so I looked for a mirror the first chance I got and I found one and looked at myself to see half my face disfigured and like melted, and I thought It’s not going to be alright and I woke up. I have wierd dreams all the time. This one wasn’t so much wierd but just seemed so real while I was in it.

Erik Villase​nor

about 4 years ago

I was in a huey helicopter with my black freind and he ate a popsicle shaped as Richard Nixons face all of a sudden Stan Brakhage jumped into the helicopter and cuts the pilots head off with a katana. Then I’m transported to the desert and Mtv is filming me and I tell them to stop so they pull a gun out on me so I run into a city only a block long and I keep running over and over

Jack Hemingw​ay

about 4 years ago

last dream i had was some kind of ripoff of Sam Peckinpah’s The Getaway and i was the badass steve macqueen character and there was this really pretty brunette chick for a sidekick. dreams are awesome

Drew.

about 4 years ago

-Private Comedy Sportz
-Driving in car without friends
-Arrive at house… two cars meet
-Everyone messing around
-The owner tells us that we can’t sit down
-All of my DVDs in storage there
-The owners of the house confide in me that Riley is a communist and must die
-Owner is suicidal, I convince her not to kill herself/ not to kill Riley
-God (an old blues player) congratulates me on doing exactly what he said to do…

I’ll try and rewrite this in a cohesive story later… just trying to jot some things down so I can remember later.

Me21

about 4 years ago

Ok, this was a very mushy, chic-esq dream, but for some reason it keeps bugging me.
I had a dream that an old crush (10+ years ago) and I were married. At first I was thrilled but as the dream went on it was apparent she was very unhappy about being married because she loved someone else. When I asked why we got married it was because we had slept together 3 times and that she had to marry me because of it. Her sadness made me sad enough that I woke up feeling bad for her.

At one point in the dream, before I discovered why we were married we were cleaning a room in our house. It isn’t a house I know, but really familiar, similar to the house my parents lived in when I knew the girl. Anyway, while cleaning the room we find a bunch of puzzle pieces under… something, not sure what, so we decide to put the puzzle together. Before we finish the puzzle, heck I don’t think I even knew what the puzzle was of yet, we start talking about why we’re married. It then fast forwards to me talking to her real life husband, who was a friend in the dream and back when I knew the crush, explaining what’s going on and that I don’t want to loose her but I can’t stand her feeling like this either.

Ok.. well that was a long drawn out post over a chick dream, especially considering I’m a 29 year old married father of 4.

Dr. Szell

about 4 years ago

Post Your Dreams!

No, don’t. Please don’t.

Drew.

about 4 years ago

Ladida, What gives? :-/

I had a weird one last night I’ll post it when I get home.

Ben.

about 4 years ago

I had one not too long ago where I handed somethng (I believe it was a book) to Haneke to autograph. He signed it and then put next to him. I didn’t get it back.

suddenm​oves

about 4 years ago

The other night I dreamt that the new Sex and the City film became a monster movie halfway through a shopping montage. There was a subplot where Samantha was in love with a skeleton wearing a sombrero. I hope to God it’s a premonition.

Dr. Szell

about 4 years ago

Oh, get a clue, Drew.

C b

about 4 years ago

The few I can remember are more like nightmares than pleasent dreams. Are you sure you’d like me to share?

mais1

about 4 years ago