Dreams?

So what was your last dream about, or maybe your most memorable one?

Last night I had a dream some kid I didn't even know was following me around screaming into my ear. We were in a store (I think a clothing store), and he's just following me whilst screaming...Kind of weird.

Meh. This is one of those sad dreams...
(I only dream an average of one day a week since I was in second grade.)

I usualy dream something along the lines of playing games or having a good time with my sister.


If you dono why it's sad, you don't need to know.

I keep having reoccurring ones of me not having book report done on first day of school..

Hahaha, watch that come true!

NO, DO NOT EVEN PRETEND THAT LOL! that would be so bad...

I'm going to end up laughing for an hour straight if it happens.

I do not really have dreams

Or at least I do not remember ANY of them, which is strange, because apparently the average person has numerous dreams a night....so you would think I could remember one of them?

Maybe I am not a dreamer....maybe my brain is on complete snooze and shows no activity while I am sleeping.

I had the strangest dream of my life (and that's saying something) last night. First I was in my school gym and I was sitting next to this guy I know named Brock for some reason and he was talking to some girl I don't know and she said something about going to HCC and then I made a joke something about a dolphin and she got all mad and called Brock a slave master even though I made the joke. Then it cut to me being at Brock's house and these two people I had never seen in my life were fighting while I was on this laptop that was mine I think even though I don't have one and the guy the lady was fighting with came over and started asking me what I was doing on the internet and I was on Google for some reason and then they went back to fighting. Brock came over and said let's walk to Wal-Mart so we were walking to Wal-Mart but we had to get through this maze thing to do it and we met this old man inside the maze and he said Wal-Mart has been moved to the other side of the town so you'll have to go back unless you want to climb through this tiny hole. I said NO so we were heading back but not before the man said "WATCH OUT FOR THE SCHIZOPHRENIC KIDS THEY'RE TROUBLE" and then I woke up.

haha wow

intensely strange dream

I like those kind of dreams...I miss them.

I cannot say I have ever experienced one

I keep having dreams of time travel. I'm supposed to go back and save someone? I guess... I don't know if it's some weird longing to have been born in a previous decade or what.

My dreams are rarely remembered. Ever.

Odd concept really. It's kind of a personal matter when they are remembered.

"For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil?"

-William Shakespeare (I memorized Hamlet's 'To Be Or Not To Be' speech for school. What. A. Loser)

Lately my dreams have been just plain scary...

I've been having this recurring one where I'm either driving a car or I'm a passenger and the brakes don't work and we keep hitting other cars but the other drivers don't seem to care. I wake up with that panicy feeling finding myself trying to pull the E brake to just make it all stop...

The other one I had a few nights ago that scared me to death, and I don't scare easily....My dad was away on business and the rest of my family was at home when these three men burst into our house weilding guns. My mom rushed us all toward the back of the house and was trying to get us to hide. The men came back there and started making threats and my mom told us to run, hide, get away. We did and I turned back to see if my mom was coming and I had to WATCH her get shot multiple times. It wasn't like movie editing where you hear the shot then see the person lying there, I actually had to SEE it. Not wanting to be next, though, I ran out of the house, yelled at my brothers to go hide, and then did so myself. From where I was hiding I could see my brothers. The one that's just below me in age didn't even stand a chance. The three men had chased me out of the house and I then had to watch my brother get shot. They then turned and saw the next youngest and he took a bullet to the head. Remember, I've got front row seats to this. I just sat there where I was hiding, mortified, and waited for them to leave. It took a while, and they tried to find me and my other little brother, but they finally left. I gave it 10 minutes then came out. The third youngest came up behind me and scared the crap outta me but I was so relieved he was alive. There was only one more person to be accounted for and that was the youngest, the five year old. I found him riddled with bullets by his coloring book, crayon still in hand. I called the police and my dad and told them what happened. The police seemed unconcerned and only came because it was protocol. They told me they'd "call" if they came up with anything. My dad showed up, took me and my brother, and said that he would take care of everything. The dream ended with a final shot of the bodies....totally graphic, gory, bloody, and then I woke up. I realized my pillow was soaked because I'd been crying, I was shaking, still crying, and terrified that it was real. I actually had to get up, at 4 in the morning, and go check and make sure they were all still alive.....

macncheese101 wrote:Lately my dreams have been just plain scary...

I've been having this recurring one where I'm either driving a car or I'm a passenger and the brakes don't work and we keep hitting other cars but the other drivers don't seem to care. I wake up with that panicy feeling finding myself trying to pull the E brake to just make it all stop...

The other one I had a few nights ago that scared me to death, and I don't scare easily....My dad was away on business and the rest of my family was at home when these three men burst into our house weilding guns. My mom rushed us all toward the back of the house and was trying to get us to hide. The men came back there and started making threats and my mom told us to run, hide, get away. We did and I turned back to see if my mom was coming and I had to WATCH her get shot multiple times. It wasn't like movie editing where you hear the shot then see the person lying there, I actually had to SEE it. Not wanting to be next, though, I ran out of the house, yelled at my brothers to go hide, and then did so myself. From where I was hiding I could see my brothers. The one that's just below me in age didn't even stand a chance. The three men had chased me out of the house and I then had to watch my brother get shot. They then turned and saw the next youngest and he took a bullet to the head. Remember, I've got front row seats to this. I just sat there where I was hiding, mortified, and waited for them to leave. It took a while, and they tried to find me and my other little brother, but they finally left. I gave it 10 minutes then came out. The third youngest came up behind me and scared the crap outta me but I was so relieved he was alive. There was only one more person to be accounted for and that was the youngest, the five year old. I found him riddled with bullets by his coloring book, crayon still in hand. I called the police and my dad and told them what happened. The police seemed unconcerned and only came because it was protocol. They told me they'd "call" if they came up with anything. My dad showed up, took me and my brother, and said that he would take care of everything. The dream ended with a final shot of the bodies....totally graphic, gory, bloody, and then I woke up. I realized my pillow was soaked because I'd been crying, I was shaking, still crying, and terrified that it was real. I actually had to get up, at 4 in the morning, and go check and make sure they were all still alive.....

*hugs*

Someone needs to relax.

Or write a novel.

Or both.

Dreams can be very very disturbing...it's scary to see how we think subconsciously. I know how much it sucks to fall victim to sleep, not wanting to experience the horrors of a bad dream. I had plenty of nightmares as a child. I hated sleeping b/c I didn't want them to come back.

Go to sleep with some music on, it's practically foolproof.

Except that time I fell asleep listening to Cannibal Corpse, LOL.

I once fell asleep listening to Brian Regan and had the WEIRDEST dream....all I can remember is that it was bizarre....no details....

haha, that happens sometimes. It's always weird when you recover information about your dreams at random points during the day. It's like *BLAM*, then you're confused, bewildered, and just...weirddd.

It was weird...my ex had something strange with dreams. She dreamed of me weeks before she even got to know me. She dreamed of like three separate instances, each happened like a week or two later. It was pretty weird b/c we never talked or anything, she dreamed it, it happened, lol.

Gotta love deja vu

I'd call the vu jade.

I dreamed about a break dancing hippo....

So tell me, Ms Cheese, do your dreams normally range from vivid family massacres to dancing animals?

Sadly yes....I never know what's gonna happen when I close my eyes....lol

I keep remembering two or three dreams that I've had in one night.

mine always go on for HOURS AND HOURS. I become frightened in my dream because I'm walking down an endless hallway or falling from a great height (you know that feeling of falling? it's not pleasant) and I never hit the ground. it seems it will never end.

sometimes I fly, sometimes I'm buried alive. once someone murdered my dad in our backyard and came after me with a knife and when I was stabbed, my skin ripped like fabric, and stuffing came out. then all my stuffed animals seemed to take the life that had drained from me and came back to finish me. I looked in the reflection of the knife. my skin looked unreal--white, and my eyes painted on.... they enclosed in a circle and chanted like wild possessed, and I watched with horror as their cute teddy bear and doll faces contorted darkly and their teeth protruded. blood dripped down their faces and over them, they bit me, over and over. it hurt, like a stinging, even though I no longer contained flesh. it dawned on me that the blood was mine, and when it was reduced to a pool around me, contaminated with shreds of the animals, I had died as well.

I always encounter a realization.

Taylawr wrote:I keep remembering two or three dreams that I've had in one night.

mine always go on for HOURS AND HOURS. I become frightened in my dream because I'm walking down an endless hallway or falling from a great height (you know that feeling of falling? it's not pleasant) and I never hit the ground. it seems it will never end.

sometimes I fly, sometimes I'm buried alive. once someone murdered my dad in our backyard and came after me with a knife and when I was stabbed, my skin ripped like fabric, and stuffing came out. then all my stuffed animals seemed to take the life that had drained from me and came back to finish me. I looked in the reflection of the knife. my skin looked unreal--white, and my eyes painted on.... they enclosed in a circle and chanted like wild possessed, and I watched with horror as their cute teddy bear and doll faces contorted darkly and their teeth protruded. blood dripped down their faces and over them, they bit me, over and over. it hurt, like a stinging, even though I no longer contained flesh. it dawned on me that the blood was mine, and when it was reduced to a pool around me, contaminated with shreds of the animals, I had died as well.

I always encounter a realization.

I get those free-falling dreams, too. But it's so real for me... I always end up waking up laying spread-out on my bed, back-down. And when I wake up, I fall onto my bed...