Strange Dreams Options

[snooodlysnoosnoo...]

Ever since I learning to drive I have dreams about driving... more specifically about breaking.

Last night I was in my car in a car park, trying to park my car but my breaks just don't do what they are supposed to... obviously in the situation I'm not going very fast at all but my breaks just don't slow me down but I never crash, the parking space gets longer until I eventually stop and then I move forward so I am in the space properly and it turns out I have 4 flat tyres because where the space stretched there was a load of bits of metal.

The dreams always go a similar way, I'm not moving very fast but my breaks don't work and I end up very narrowly avoiding crashing because things distort to get out of the way...

[Moosh]

If you define the word "eels" as thing that are like eels then you call eels eels then that's wrong, but if you define "eels" as eels and call eels eels then it's right, even though it's the same set of things.

Yeah, that's what I woke up to.

[Hobbes]

Ever since I learning to drive I have dreams about driving... more specifically about breaking.

Yeah, I've had driving dreams an awful lot over the years. I think from even before I actually started doing any driving myself. They are rarely fun dreams, usually involving me unable to drive, or - like yours - unable to break.

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I don't recall any dreams from my 12-hour sleep-fest last night. But the following little snippets occured during my one-hour nap this afternoon:

~ Syuu giving me a scalp and face massage. The face massage being particularly amusing, because I kept laughing everytime she touched my cheeks. Oddly, I was occasionally also on the phone to her at the same time

~ A group of people standing outside my old neighbour's house, talking to one another. My dad was in the kitchen, and I asked him what was going on, but he wasn't particularly helpful. In my dream, my parents were divorced (!), and I could tell that my dad was unhappy with helping my mum.

~ I am standing in a toilet cubicle, but my vision is extremely blurry. I can see a spider crawling out of a recess near the floor, and move up the wall. As it gets higher, I find it harder to see, and I suddenly smack it with my hand, so that it won't jump on my head.

~ I am witness to a strange game show involving a line of people jumping along several toilet-seats. One woman is wearing large heels, and we comment on how inappropriately dressed she is.

[Ashbless]

I dreamed my Dad has died.

Strangely most of the dream involved an amusement ride/mall that you could see without ever leaving the comfort of your own vehicle. Dad was in the vehicle behind me, drove off to buy flowers for his wife, and was later seen much younger & complaining about the cost of landscaping.

I feeling in a rather strange mood this morning. Used to call it disconbobulated but not sure if that's a real word so never mind.

Just an add - I called him today, Dec. 13, and he's fine.

[LoLo]

I had a dream about the transformers. For some reason the city was being taken over by the bad transformers, however most people were dressed up because we were having a ball. Sarah Palin was there long enough for me to see her unzip and remove her dress to get ready to fight the bad transformers. After that, I had to remove my dress and get into a jump suit to fight and i remember being more pissed off that so many other women were wearing green dresses then the fact that we were about to be attacked by evil robots.

When we were finally attacked I was quickly thrown outside of the fighting area to a glass room where a bunch of us were to fire laser guns through glass windows. To charge up our laser guns we had to pump them and it reminded a lot of us of the act of giving a hand job, so we were giggling a lot despite the fact that our lives were in danger. One robot managed to it me in the face with a spray before I killed it with my laser gun and I was all nonchalant about the fact that the fluid turned out to be acid.

Then magically I was in an ice cream shop with someone who was supposed to be my grandma, trying to secure the shop and keep her safe. For some reason though, she decided it was super important to wrap a present for a child and to wrap it in tin foil and so that alerted the bad robots and they killed her.

At this point I woke with an audible "eep" because I thought a moth had flown into my hair.

[Hobbes]

I had a dream about the transformers. For some reason the city was being taken over by the bad transformers

I have a LOT of dreams about various invasions... whether military, martian, etc... a LOT!

[Hobbes]

I wasn't sure what was distressing me more, the fact that I could forget where my classes were over the short winter break, or the fact that I was going to be late for school because I couldn't find my schedule.

I used to have a LOT of dreams about being late, or unprepared, for school. I still have them occasionally, but they occurred more often was I was in full-time education.

Fairly common theme, I think.

As if to go against everything I say, this morning's dream featured me being about four hours early for work; driving at 4.30am (with oddly large amounts of sunshine) to work (albeit not actually in the right direction for work), and then slowly realising, "Hang on... I could be in bed for another three hours so! What am I doing?"

[LoLo]

As if to go against everything I say, this morning's dream featured me being about four hours early for work; driving at 4.30am (with oddly large amounts of sunshine) to work (albeit not actually in the right direction for work), and then slowly realising, "Hang on... I could be in bed for another three hours so! What am I doing?"

That seems a bit frightening right there. Losing 3 hours of sleep? eep!

I don't remember much from mine other than I was really upset because I had just poured a glass of water to drink and a mosquito eater landed in it.

[Phantom]

I am the only person who has never had sex in a dream? I swear I've got some kind of Catholic guilty conscience thing going and I've never even been a Catholic.

Nope you are not the only one, a lot of people that I know have the same, well uhm, concsience
I think sex aliens build in a chip in my head, who shares this feeling?

[Phantom]

Hello all, I amnew here!

I dream all day long, day dreams and other kind of dreaming,
even ''blinking your eyes'' dreams (just split seconds that throw me in consciences and subconscious levels, more like a prelude for my day dreams I suppose).

But being with your head in dreamland can help! When I was younger and I went to a therapist,
I told him how much dreams I had, and that some of them occur every several years randomly.

One example would be a dream that I walked with my mother and her best friend and that
I had a bicycle in my hand. When we almost reached the end of the street (about 5 steps to go)
the environment changed into a oval shaped grass land in front of a forest. I still don't know why
(never bothered thinking about it) but we just kept walking and when we almost reached the forest
we ended up being in the beginning of the grass area. A monster would turn up and break my bicycle
and than kill my mother in a brutal way.

For years I had this dream (started when I was three years old than re-appeared a couple of times the same year, and than it stopped until I was about six, and so on), and it always woke up sweaty and with my eyes full of tears.

To go back to the therapist story; He asked me wetter I had some control in these dreams. I answered yes.
My dreams seems to be an interactive game of choise (like being awake in a sometimes bit to depressing world
is not enough).
He challenged me to ''summon'' those dreams as I went to bed. And I did, and I tried to change things that he recommended.

To explain the he challenging me part. I am a very stubborn person and it was hard for him to break me (he never succeeded I was there for only 5 weeks or so, did not see the point). But in a way challenging me seems to always work

But to reach my point, taking control of my dreams seemed to have immediate influence in my ''awake period''.
It was/is like I can make a bad choice to see and feel what the consequences are. This helped immensely.
After being very active with my dreams I also helped other with figuring out what a dream could mean and
what the influence was. Have not done that in a very long time but if someone feels like sharing and
exploring their dreams, I would like to be a helping ear.

[Mata]

Last night I dremt I was on a beach with Jonman. A rastfarian was handing out peyote. I was filming a video for the song 'Lola' by The Kinks. For some reason I kept writing the name 'Mona' in the sand and filming as the word got washed away...

I have no blooming idea what that was about.

BTW, be nice Sharazad is one of my students and bound to find out all kinds of gossip about me on here!

[Phantom]

Last night I dremt I was on a beach with Jonman. A rastfarian was handing out peyote. I was filming a video for the song 'Lola' by The Kinks. For some reason I kept writing the name 'Mona' in the sand and filming as the word got washed away...

I have no blooming idea what that was about.

BTW, be nice Sharazad is one of my students and bound to find out all kinds of gossip about me on here!

I am only your student in school the rest remains secret!

[Cath Sparrow]

We guessed and was all being on our bestest behavior!

Psssttt...... Sharazad it's all here, everything you need to know about Dr Mata Sir......

[Hobbes]

Hello all, I am new here!

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But to reach my point, taking control of my dreams seemed to have immediate influence in my ''awake period''.
It was/is like I can make a bad choice to see and feel what the consequences are. This helped immensely.
After being very active with my dreams I also helped other with figuring out what a dream could mean and
what the influence was. Have not done that in a very long time but if someone feels like sharing and
exploring their dreams, I would like to be a helping ear.

Welcome to the forums Sharazad!

Taking control of dreams (or 'lucid dreaming') has always interested me, and I have had varying levels of success with it over the years - directly proportionate to how much effort I have put into trying it. I think I first heard about the possibilities fifteen years ago, or so, and I was fairly obsessed with researching it back then. Nowadays, I still have my love of dreams/dreaming, but haven't put quite so much time into it. I used to write down all the dreams I had, which would also encourage me to remember them each morning. An eight-hour sleep usually gives about five REM periods, meaning five dreams, and writing these down every morning with enough detail as possible, whilst desperately trying to cling to their fading memory, was quite a challenge at times.

Anyway, in the last six months, I have seen three or four articles about lucid dreaming in reputable science magazines and papers, suggesting there has been some more resarch into it (Stephen LaBerge was the only person I was familiar with who was associated with researching lucid dreaming). Maybe I should give myself some time again...

[Phantom]

Welcome to the forums Sharazad!

Taking control of dreams (or 'lucid dreaming') has always interested me, and I have had varying levels of success with it over the years - directly proportionate to how much effort I have put into trying it. I think I first heard about the possibilities fifteen years ago, or so, and I was fairly obsessed with researching it back then. Nowadays, I still have my love of dreams/dreaming, but haven't put quite so much time into it. I used to write down all the dreams I had, which would also encourage me to remember them each morning. An eight-hour sleep usually gives about five REM periods, meaning five dreams, and writing these down every morning with enough detail as possible, whilst desperately trying to cling to their fading memory, was quite a challenge at times.

Anyway, in the last six months, I have seen three or four articles about lucid dreaming in reputable science magazines and papers, suggesting there has been some more resarch into it (Stephen LaBerge was the only person I was familiar with who was associated with researching lucid dreaming). Maybe I should give myself some time again...

Hey PDH, thank you!
Btw Cath thanks it was hilarious ^^

Do you have some links to that PDH? I would be very interested to read that. Going to google Stephen right away
I do not have to put in any effort to control them, but dreaming does makes me very tired. And I still have not managed to write down my dreams, I do remember them, sometimes for years but I guess I am to lazy to write it down.
I have to put in more effort into writing since my dreams have became stronger since a little while back ago.

[Hobbes]

Do you have some links to that PDH? I would be very interested to read that. Going to google Stephen right away
I do not have to put in any effort to control them, but dreaming does makes me very tired. And I still have not managed to write down my dreams, I do remember them, sometimes for years but I guess I am to lazy to write it down.
I have to put in more effort into writing since my dreams have became stronger since a little while back ago.

Stephen LaBerge's second book on the subject, "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming" is pretty good, and an easy read: not too much 'science', but a fair amount of personal experience.

When you do manage to recall a dream, just telling someone about it can help you remember more, and remember later dreams. But writing the dream down (like writing anything down) helps to reaffirm it in your mind. If I look back at dreams I've written about from over ten years ago, I can still picture them again fairly easily. They may as well be an experience from 'reality'.

So, once you do remember one, write it down. Keep doing this as, and when, you remember a dream, and gradually you'll find yourself recalling more and more.

[Cath Sparrow]

*bow's* My work here is done. Oh and Welcome by the way.

Oh and call him ^^ Hobbes, he's only Play-Doh because he riled up out of the Admin. He's yet to learn his lesson.

ps - Dont worry Hobbes and the Admin are friends.

[LoLo]

Cand and I were taking a class together and I was a little late getting there so she didn't save me a seat and was a bit mad at me. I had to sit on the end of the table Cand was at so I could hear her, but there were like 3 or 4 people between us. Cand was the cool girl in class so did things like find cool computer wallpaper for the other students and she would make a big show about giving it to them, but excluding me. Pretty much nobody in the class, except the girl next to me liked me, because of Cand's disdain. Somehow though, I understood and wasn't mad at all and when in IRC, Cand and I were friends as normal.

Edit (because I briefly forgot): This class was taught by Jamie Oliver (the Food Revolution guy) and it was about American history. I somehow missed the announcement that we had to give a presentation and I was worried about it. I also wasn't sure how I missed it, because I was helping Cand do her research for it in IRC. It turned out that the presentation ended up being a person walking up, talking for 45 seconds about something silly and then walking back to their seat. I never had to go up there, but it was interesting.

[Hobbes]

Three dreams that I recall.

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The first was after I'd just woken to the sound of snow falling off the roof, and then drifted to sleep again. I wander out of my bedroom, feeling as though someone has been in my flat. I go outside to where my car is parked, and notice that two of my living room windows are open. I push them closed, and then park my car extremely tightly against the windows, in the hope of stopping anyone trying to get in that way. I can only block two of the three windows at any one time and - fortunately for my car - a rubber buffer runs along the window sill so that I don't do any damage. Oddly, I don't appear to have to be IN the car in order to move it.

I go back inside my flat, walk into the living room, and discover that my desk is totally empty: somebody has stolen my computer, monitor, keyboard, mouse, etc. (including, I assume, all the dust and dirt too). I shout, "Noooooooooooo!"

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.... dammit, I've forgotten the second one now...

*grumbles*

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The third dream had me back at sixth form. It felt like a fairly long dream because quite a lot of stuff happened, but I'm sure it whizzed through the events quickly. From what I can recall it featured the following moments:

* Going to the toilet, but finding a door - next to all the others - that leads to the disabled toilet, which happens to be infinitely cleaner. Inside the cubicle is a door leading to a shower, and I try to remember that for future reference.

* Being in the science building, and a group of friends sitting by the main entrance/exit door, stopping people coming in. Although none of us are now able to be prefects, and shouldn't even have uniform on, several of them are still wearing shirts (but no ties). I try to hang around as if I'm "one of them".

* In a class with my friend, Peter. Can't remember what happened, but I vaguely recall other people getting in trouble.

* I need to go to my next class, but I don't actually know what it is. Peter has gone to maths, and I know that I'm not taking A-Level maths so I don't go with him. I look for my lesson planner in my bag, but can only find exercise books that are over two years old. I have nothing in there to help me. My friend Ian turns up, in a similar problem. We know that we must either have Sociology or Spanish, but the lesson could be at this site or the one a mile away. I suggest we walk along the corridors near the possible class rooms, and look in the windows to see if it looks like "our lesson". We walks past about five different lessons, each of which features some people we know, and one of which seems extremely likely to be our class, but still we walk on. We soon run out of possibilities, so decide to walk to the other site, knowing that we aren't supposed to walk out of school during lesson time.

As we are walking to the exit, a teacher sees us, and we run outside. There is quite a crowd of people trying to escape, and we do our best to bustle past them. I lose sight of Ian, and keep running. The teacher dissapears, but a couple of police women are in the throng, and one of them starts to chase me. I try to run, but struggle to maintain any kind of pace, and my right shoe keeps slipping off, causing me to briefly stop, or limp unsteadily.

As I run, I hear the voice of Peter as a sort of voiceover, telling me that his brother ran out once, and turned immediately left into a field of sheep, managing to lose his pursuer. I pass a few signs that tell me how many yards I have left to run before the turning, but the numbers seem entirely random, never really dropping down as I run further.

I look over my shoulder, seeing the police-woman catching up with me...

[Phyllis]

Cand was the cool girl in class so did things like find cool computer wallpaper for the other students and she would make a big show about giving it to them, but excluding me. Pretty much nobody in the class, except the girl next to me liked me, because of Cand's disdain.

Yeesh! Dream-Cand is a douche!

Last night, I dreamed that we were doing a repeat of the Glasgow meet from five years ago in honour of Lo's visit. She brought her car over (in her luggage?!) and drove Ste and I up there. For some reason, Tarantio had us all meet on the seventh floor of a building that had no lifts or stairs. To get up there, you either had to climb a rope ladder that hung out of a window, or you had to drive your car into the side of the building really, really fast. Lo and Ste both thought the ladder sounded like loads of fun, but I started freaking out and crying because I was terrified. I managed to convince them to do the driving method instead.

Because driving into a brick wall at 70 miles per hour is less frightening than climbing a ladder. Obviously.

I'm not sure why, but Ste's gran was there. I spent the whole meet talking to her about airplanes while everyone else got drunk. She kept offering me bacon sandwiches.

[Hobbes]

I'm not sure why, but Ste's gran was there. ... She kept offering me bacon sandwiches.

Ste's gran sound great

[Tarantio]

For some reason, Tarantio had us all meet on the seventh floor of a building that had no lifts or stairs. To get up there, you either had to climb a rope ladder that hung out of a window, or you had to drive your car into the side of the building really, really fast.

Yeah, that sounds like something I'd do.

[Hobbes]

I love how a dream can suddenly be recalled - as if from nowhere - whilst doing something during the day. Today, I passed a colleague a knife and then remembered this dream:

I am in a shop with a friend. Two men are there, and threaten the shopkeeper with a strange knife-like implement (it was tiny, folded away, but was almost like a cut-throat razor in some respects). Nothing happens.

The same event occurs again. This time, I decide to act, and my friend pushes the unarmed assailant out of the way. I reach for the knife-wielder but, no matter how I try to grab at him, I end up with my hand wrapped around the blade, it digging into my palm and cutting me; my hand becoming the source of a steady stream of warm blood. Any attempt to approach him differently, or move in a different way, results in the same slicing of my hand.

[Phantom]

Last night dream:

I was in a lecture, and that teacher gives space for people to give a presentation about their experiences
and/or what they think is useful for the rest of the students. Suddenly I gave a presentation about being
bisexual and how to accept that gay feelings are good. I had a beautiful speech and some kids were really
touched. After class the teacher who was originally teaching was telling me about his gay feelings, and that
he was inspired to embrace them more. Also some of the student approached me and telling me their story.
I was really touched by it all and really liked the effect that the presentation had on people.


Today on school (real life):

I told some people about it and they were just laughing about me being silly, and reacted the same way after I mentioned the word boobs. A bit frightened and uncomfortable but fine with my feelings.

I would never dare to give such a presentation, but it sure would be great if some things just got easier

[Phantom]

I love how a dream can suddenly be recalled - as if from nowhere - whilst doing something during the day. Today, I passed a colleague a knife and then remembered this dream:

I am in a shop with a friend. Two men are there, and threaten the shopkeeper with a strange knife-like implement (it was tiny, folded away, but was almost like a cut-throat razor in some respects). Nothing happens.

The same event occurs again. This time, I decide to act, and my friend pushes the unarmed assailant out of the way. I reach for the knife-wielder but, no matter how I try to grab at him, I end up with my hand wrapped around the blade, it digging into my palm and cutting me; my hand becoming the source of a steady stream of warm blood. Any attempt to approach him differently, or move in a different way, results in the same slicing of my hand.

try to bend it when the guy is going to stab you, into him (or you or anyone else) making a sandwich with that knife and than (kill him) or when it stops it stops. With those being killed or injured dreams I always try to make it into something silly and irrelevant.