bradx mentioned dreams.... i thought we could have a thread about them.... andy m agreed it would be interesting.....


so..... be brave!

what did you dream of last night?
do you have recurrent dreams or nightmares?
do you keep a dream diary?
are you bored or excited by your night-time imagination????

go on - share em with us.... you know you want to! ;)

I have a recurring dream where I'm back at school (I left school in 1977!) and I'm wondering around lost, can't find the classroom and haven't got a timetable...

Bring it on Freudians!

Generally, generalist, when someone says "I had the weirdest dream last nigh..." they may as well shut up, cos I won't listen.
However, sice you ask...

only one main dream, and only5-10 times in over 10 years, but I'm at college, with my final geography exam in front of me & I haven't even attended a single classs, never mind study.
I wake with a feeling of very real dread. Quite disoriented.

Other than that it's just the usal surreal defrag the mindbox does at night.

I have a re-occuring dream. I am always at different locations near where I live. It is always a fine day. I am always with someone close. I always look to the sky and see an aeroplane (99% a jet airliner) (I live under the flightpath to Newcastle airport), the aeroplane always goes out of control and plunges nose first into the ground about half a mile away. I always say to the person I'm with "It isn't a dream this time, this time it's real". And I wake and think "phew".

I find this dream odd. I am not frightened of flying, I have never seen an aeroplane crash (though I did see, from a great distance, the fireball that was the Lockerbie jet - but I've had this dream a long time before that happened). In the dream I am aware that I have a re-occuring dream. The dream doesn't frighten me though I would rather it didn't happen.

I used to have another re-occuring dream where I was being hunted down by German soldiers during WW2. I was an escaped prisoner. This was frightening, disturbing. Eventually, in one dream a soldier followed me into an empty factory and I ended up stabbing him to death with a screwdriver. I've never had the dream since. Therapy through dreams maybe? But therapy for what?

I actually really like hearing about people’s dreams. -_-
A recurring one I have is the following or variations of it: being back in school and doing my final exams, and being repeatedly delayed so that I end up several hours late. Eventually I get in only to discover that I’ve been studying for the wrong exam. Seems to be common... best days of our lives? Bollocks.
Another theme is discovering 2nd hand records featuring improbable collaborations, or having incredible musical instruments that I can play effortlessly.

Here’s one of my favourite ones, which seems to be what I’d class as an entertainment dream with little or no deep psychological content. I’m in prison in the Deep South, but the warder decides to give me and my friends a chance to escape, and lets us out with a head start before pursuing. We have to cross a river to escape the hounds. Then I hear someone calling “Ted Nugent! Ted Nugent!” in a strong Deliverance-style screen Southern accent. I look around and it’s a middle aged man beside an old Ford Cortina parked by the river. There are a couple of slack-jawed youths in the car. He continues, “You look like Ted Nugent with the long hair. Warden says you’re a whole lot meaner than him though”. I reply, also in a Southern accent, “Well, I guess I done a couple of things old Ted wouldn’t’ve done”.

The other night: I was watching one of those TV nostalgia shows. There was Top of the Pops footage of the Italian army performing their pro-Thatcher single released during the Falklands war called “Someone’s Got to Lead the Troops”, which was sung to the Eastenders theme (it wasn’t clear who had first used the tune).

This one while dozing while some Sinn Fein guy was on the radio. I’m in work and get some toilet paper out of the bathroom to blow my nose. A Sinn Fein member starts following me shouting “What do you think you’re doing? The Republican movement can’t afford this kind of expenditure. This is unacceptable” etc until I have to scream at him to fuck off.

I used to have nightmares about numbers. They came swooping over and under and around me like poisonous objects, destroying my nights.

I have dreamed about some people here on this forum...if I haven't mentioned it to you already, then it's not you!

If i eat cheese before I go to bed then I have the most bizarre dreams. I love dreaming. I get pulled all over the place.

I hated my post grad year in college and went to fuck all lectures. I carried around this burden of guilt & dread that I would fail. I sometimes dream of this time and then wake up to find it is years behind me. The relief is just monumental :)

I used to have some horrific nightmares for many years :o . They're not quite as frequent now thankfully. The strange thing is that I'd always have them for three nights in a row and I'd have an intro to the nightmares kind of like like a short movie! As soon as I had this mini-nightmare then I'd know what was about to come for the rest of the night and then the two nights right after.

Okay, I'm off to see a psychologist now........

Oh, this is completely irrelevant, so just leap over it in your discussions, but..

Bagrec, I went to a gig last night & at the bar I stodd next a man...I SWEAR he was the man off your avatar. It was quite unnerving.

Almost as odd as when I met Stephen's dinosaur in Tesco's last week.



OK, I made the second part up. -_-

Really- you met this bloke?

Yep. He had a disguise. He had glasses on. And no morris outfit.

But I'm still certain it was him. Well, sort of certain :D

My reccuring dream is the 'end of the world' one - or at least the post-apocalypse world (I posted this in random Thread but its not that interesting so don't worry if you missed it).
When I stop drinking I always have more vivid dreams, its like a lid has been taken off my psyche - well alcohol is a central nervous system depressant.

I've had quite a lot of dreams about meeting famous people - I dreamed I saved Margaret Thatchers life once! aargh.
I dreamed i was 'hanging out' at Clarence House with the Queen Mother too. Drank lots of gin as I recall.

The wierdest dreams I've had were for a short period about 10 years ago when I had a series of lucid dreams where I knew I was dreaming and could to a certain extent control them - they were so hyper-real - more real than real life.
Everything was as solid as real life, if not more so.
I dreamed I was in Jamaica running down a gravel path towards a pattie factory.
Every piece of gravel on the path was shining with an inner light - each little piece was distinct and had its own character and identity - I looked up into the trees that lined the path and every leaf was the same, I could see each one and take it all in, although they were all different. Hundreds and thousands of them. I knew it was a dream and felt very strange that I was in this made-up landscape. I thought I'd conjure up a woman to have some fun with and one materialised but as soon as this happened some hooded wierd figures also appeared - no doubt to foil my plans!

Another one was when I realised I was in a dream and thought I'd have a go at flying - I took off vertically and shot up about 100ft into the air. At that point cuz I'm scared of heights I thought to myself...''I know this is a dream but how the hell am I gonna get down'' arrgh!
I've also had a few dreams where I've died, once I was shot and came back as a ghost, going around frightening people, good fun.

Can never recall my dreams upon waking, usually my first thought is 'what the hell time and day of the week is it'. :confused:

The weirdest one of recent years (after some time with only mundane blah dreams):

I'm a middle aged family man, with a wife and 3 little kids. We live near the sea, and it's summer, so we decide to spend a day on the beach. It's whale season, so there are lots of other families picnicking on the sand, tossing frisbees, making sandcastles and the like. Out in the water the whales are roiling about, blowing up spouts of water and generally fascinating the kids. "When will they come in to the shore?" my littlest one wants to know. "Any time now," I answer.

And sure enough, here they come at last, cozying up to the shallows, getting as close as they dare before opening their huge maws and letting out dozens, more dozens, hundreds of cats! The cats come pouring out of each whale in turn, so that in no time the water is full of panicked, desperate furry things, most struggling for the shore-- but some going under. The families have been expecting this, as of course it happens every year-- it's part of the life cycle of cats: they start off in whales, then are released near the shore, and the survivors lead pretty normal cat lives afterwards. It's unclear in the dream just how the cats get their kittens back into the whales for the life cycle to start over again...

My littlest one is upset by the spectacle: we're saving many, many little cats, but a lot aren't going to make it. "Why?" he asks, in tears. "It's nature-- the order of things," I answer, helpless to explain further. We take home a couple of cats-- they are, inexplicably, covered in thick oily gunk, sort of like victims of an Exxon spill. We know that when we get them home and wash all the gunk away they'll be fine. ...

Andy

nightmare

almost every dream i have ends with me walking about in bare feet

any ideas?

My life is dictating by dreams and nightmares, where one ends and the other begins is hard to define, I have had dreams that happen, I have had nightmares so real I feel like I have woke up from an alternative dimension, exploring other paths before decided on the final one... Fiction bleeds with reality, thought becomes flesh... this is the place where I often live.

A desire to be one with the animal within... to be free of restraint.. to be in the forest... you dont feel safe in this world no more.. you dont wanna die in no nuclear war.. you wanna sail away to a distant sure n make like an ape man...

Walking on sacred ground...bare foot

My wife and I are going to be in Paris in June, and we've booked a hotel in the 7th arrondisement. Anyway, a couple nights ago I dreamt that we were in this hotel and it had a dingy little bar which had, for the entertainment of the bar patrons, a long jump pit. People would place bets on each other about how far they could jump. So, who happens to be in this hotel bar that night but none other than Iggy Pop -- pissed -- and trying out the long jump pit, being cheered on by everyone. Iggy's wearing beige cowboy boots with black tiger stripes. Anyway, after a big build up, he only manages to jump about two feet into the pit and falls flat on his face. The crowd groans in disapproval. Iggy gets up, dusts himself off and says, 'Oh yeah? Well at least *I'm* staying at the Ritz!' I turn to Iggy and make a crack that that would actually make for a good commercial for the Ritz. Iggy thinks about it, laughs, and says 'You got a point there!'

Other stuff happened in this hotel dream, but I thought the Iggy episode would be most enjoyed here.

Nearly all my dreams have a very unsettling, eerie undercurrent. As if at any moment something terribly frightening or awful is going to happen.

Often my dreams take place in a large, decrepit white farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. I will be walking with a group of people somewhere. Slowly, they start to fall away, heading down regular roads to their homes until ultimately I am alone on a small dirt path or walking through a field to this giant old, empty house.

Generally I am alone in the house but am aware of a "presence" or I can hear muffled voices or see shadows on the walls of other rooms but cannot make out what is happening. In the dreams I am aware that I am and should be scared and wonder how I will make myself feel comfortable enough to spend the night in the house.

Many years ago, in a variation of this dream, I could hear an argument in another room. As I went to where I thought I heard the raised voices, they would move farther away, from room to room. Then the screaming stopped and I heard the sound of a tree being chpped down by an ax. Then I heard and felt a thud in the house. I looked down and my mother's head was rolling into the room.

Cheery, eh?

Like bradx I have had a few lucid dreams. I had a book on them and actually used to work on it. It is an amazing sensation. As he suggests, it seems hyper-real and then something nonsensical will happen. Once I could have sworn I was NOT in a dream at all, but then there was a knock on my door and it was ME standing there, then I began to float.

Here's a mad one....
I never realy remember many dreams I have but at least once every two days I get the strongest feeling of de javu (sp?) and im covinced ive dreamed about it, almost to the extent im confident I can guess whats comming next....Ask Carl, I do this all the time and scarier still im sometimes guess correctly.
MES Pre-Cog exclusive? I severly doubt it ;)

My strongest recurring dream since childhood is being on a tube journey on a line which parallels and weaves around the lines that actually exist. The dream usually involves a complicated change in a place with apparently infinite platforms and escalators. I have a deadline to meet, and the rising panic as I study information boards and direction signs confounds my ability to read them.

Sometimes, when the train pulls in, the platform becomes narrower and narrower, and I'm pulled onto the line and electrocuted (wake up).

When the dream goes well, I end up in all sorts of fantastic places, frequently in South America. There's a kind of fin-de-siecle, dead-of-night quality that pervades.

Virtually all my dreams involve a train journey at some point.

The most overwhelming lucid dream I had was in Mexico - 2001. I was sleeping off jet lag when I had what felt much more like a visitation than dream. The context for this is that at this point, my wife and I had been trying for a baby for 4 years, with no success.

In the dream I was ushering her down the path of a semi-detached house, which I felt was my Granny and Grandpa's house they'd lived in before I was born, when they were first married. Granny opened the door and said "hello dear" (she died in 1981). I was overwhelmed with emotion, as even though I've often dreamt of her since, I felt in the dream she was really there for the first time. "Granny!! It's you!!" I cry, then burst into tears. "It's so lovely to see you" I continue. "Ive missed you so much!!" "I've missed you too dear, come and see Grandpa".

She ushers us through to the living room where Grandpa (d. 1994) is waiting, all huge and full of life and stupid Goonish noises like he always was. I'm even more overwhelmed. "This is Lucy" I say, introducing my wife. "Yes dear, we know" smiles Granny. "Jack and Dick (Grandpa's deceased brothers) and Ron (Granny's deceased brother) will be here soon. They're all really looking forward to meeting Lucy and welcoming her to the family". Lucy turned to me and beamed, full of love and hope..

I suddenly woke up. I was so overwhelmed I called Lucy and, tears streaming my face, recounted the whole tale, saying with utter conviction "this wasn't a dream, they were really there! It was them, I know!!".

Six weeks later, she was pregnant with our first child.

About three to four months before my daughter was born, I woke in the middle of the night having had a dream in which a beautiful little girl had told me that her name was Cerridwen and that she was really looking forward to coming and staying with me.

I was convinced that this was my daughter and we decided to name her Cerys as Cerridwen might be a bit difficult.

btw I make no claims as to psychism based on this. It was simply a slightly freaky and very beautiful experience that helped me accept the fact of fatherhood in a calmer manner.

That's a nice story, thanks.

I was in heaven in one dream. It really was heaven but God wasn't there.
Everybody was dressed in black like at a funeral.
The bit of heaven I was in was a museum of Diana Princess of Wales - there was loads of memorabilia in glass cases...cigarette lighters, coasters, trinkets and souvenirs of a thousand types.
Everybody I was with in heaven thought it was hilarious - it was like a wacky black joke.
So dead people in heaven have a sense of humour which gives me a little hope. :)

... all too much for a Jung man to relate ...

^_^

bare feet ?

Another classic dream of mine... A friend of mine had sold his record collection to a local 2nd hand shop but I really wanted one of the records, really badly.
This friend told me that he'd only just sold them that day and they wouldn't be priced up yet so if I went in early the next morning I could go through them and get it. (This is what actually happend, this isn't the dream yet...!!)

So I went to sleep and in the morrning I got up and made coffee and was quite excited about getting this record... and then I woke up...
So I got up and made some coffee, feeling quite excited about the record I was going to find, got dressed, went out of the door...and then I woke up...
So I got dressed, had some coffee, felt excited about the imminent record purchase, went out, got on the bus...and then I woke up...
So I got out of bed, got dressed, had some coffee, thought about the record, got on the bus...but at this point I thought to myself... this has happened so many times so far ...is this one real? I thought about it...well I am on the bus and it seems real enough so, yes, this must be real...and then I woke up...
This time I had to really check that I was awake...so I paid particular care to every detail...had the coffee, piping hot, got dressed, still keen on the record, got on the bus, got to the shop, it was early, it wasn't open so I waited outside... then I woke up....aaarghhh!!!
Finally when I did actually go to the shop to buy the record it seemed totally unreal and I kept thinking I was gonna wake up at any moment.

Later I read that some people actually have dreams like this all the time - they can go through whole days, working, shopping whatever and they are fully convinced they are awake but then they wake up - the trouble is they are completely exhausted by this point. :blink:

Yeah-- there is a term in psychology/psychiatry for this condition though of course I can't remember it.

It sounds similar to a fugue state, though I gather those are more like amnesiac events where there is just a portion of "missing" time that can supposedly last from hours to months and more. I've heard tales of people starting completely new lives with new identities, etc. But to me, this sounds like someone who just wants to "disappear" sort of like killers who claim multiple personality disorder after the fact.

bradx-- I had a dream very like the one you just described though not nearly as in depth. However it proved to me that there are premonitory dreams because this was unequivocally one of them. Sadly, it proved to be a very trivial one.

i've actually found several of these dreams rather moving.... thanks for sharing!

i'm off to bed now & suspect i will be more comatose than asleep as i am utterly exhausted. a cheering dream would be nice - but blankness is also rather appealing :mellow: :zzzz:

night night all & sweet dreams to ya
x

What record were you after?

I wuz hopin someone wuz gonna ask me this...

It was ''I Suck'' by the New Bad Things on 7"...original numbered copy with silk screened art work and 2 stickers...
Peel had this high up in a Festive 50 one year I recall...great record, v humourous lyrics, you probl'y know it.

I was so obsessed with gettin it my subconcious mind must've been working overtime hence the highly hyper-real dream :wacko:

My obsession paid off cuz the guy didn't know what it was at the shop and I got it for about 2 quid plus a load of other rare stuff too .... :)

A vivid dream I had some time ago sticks in the memory.
I was outside my parents house. The skies were grey and darkening. In the distance I could see hundreds of black dots moving slowly towards us, like a wave of bombers. That's what I thought they were until they drew closer, then I realised that they were flying television sets! Old style TVs, with a brown cabinet and a v-shaped aerial on top. They were flying with the screen facing the earth. The sky was full of them! Suddenly, at what seemed a given point, the TVs started falling from the skies as if the engines had all cut out. A bit like a V2 rocket, I suppose. Hundreds of TV sets were crashing down onto the houses around me, onto the road - you can imagine the noise and destruction. I managed to avoid injury, and time seemed to move on in the dream. Suddenly it was dark, and skip lorries with flashing lights were on the road outside our house, with workmen busily clearing up the TVs and the debris. A sinister man who I knew was an agent of the government came to the house and told us never to mention this incident to anyone. Official cover-up! Creepy.

Once had a dream Ruud G(H)ullit kicked me up the arse, the cunt.

...at the risk of speaking above my station, has anyone noticed that the Person who began this thread has yet to share a dream?

:whistle:

That's because she lives in a dream, she is a dream... Ask her.

:lol:

it's my prerogative to keep you waiting.... :whistle:

so what sort of dream would you like me to tell you about? i have boring work dreams? dreams that make me blush when i remember them? dreams that seem almost too confusing to relate? :rollover:

I thought it'd be boring, but some of these dreams and stories are really fascinating.

I write mine down. Reading back over them it's like an alternative world I visit in which all these strange goings on take place.

Last night I dreamt that I was trying to ring Peter Mandelson to ask him to get me a free subscription to Private Eye.
His tel. no. was extremely long and the 'phone I was using was missing certain digits so it was an impossible task.
I kept trying, over and over and over again tho....Aaaarggghhh!!! :blink: