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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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?

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.

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!

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......

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.

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.

*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.

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.

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...

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.

Ste's gran sound great

Yeah, that sounds like something I'd do.

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.

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

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.

A magic bag that could fit my car would be awesome! Also that definitely is a dream, because I never go \o/ ladders! In fact if I have to go up higher than 2 or 3 steps on a ladder, I pretty much freak.

Took me a while to recall this today, but I dreamt last night that I was driving through my village at night, and all the streetlights were off. I noticed that most of the house's lights were also off, and assumed that there was a power cut. I then was suddenly at home, in daylight, and stepped outside my door. As I walked around to my car, I went round a fenced-off area that had a shed inside. I suddenly thought, "Oh... so this is what my other key is for! I have a shed! Excellent!" and I started to plan what stuff to keep in it, so that I would have more storage space inside my home.

During an evening nap*:

I look in the mirror, to see that my hairline has receded somewhat. I am panicked by this, knowing that I am losing my hair, but not realising the extent to which it is going. I pull at strands, to see how easily they come out, and end up with clumps of long strands (despite my short hair) in my hand. As I look in the mirror again, I see that my hair seems to stop halfway, and the front of my scalp just has tiny little clusters of hair - like mini-afro's. I grow more and more distressed by my increasing hair-loss, and start to share it with people in IRC...

* a nap which, for once, did only last an hour or two and not the accidental 12 or 13 hours that seems to occur when I lay down for "just a minute"

Me again

I remember a very small part of a dream, where a friend turns up at my house without notice, and I find myself shocked by it.

Um, that's all I remember of that.

My other dream featured an old work colleague and his very large family. I forget a lot of the details, but I was sneaking around my old home town (where, randomly, they were living) trying to both gain access to their house, and escape from it, whilst pretending to be their friends. There were many instances of being "caught", or "seen", or having to run away. But I really don't remember why I was doing it.

Stupid driving dreams! I can never slow down enough to make an exit in these ones. I'm always going too fast even when I want to slow down. And I mean I passed out for a solid five hours or so, so really, wtf. It was pretty much five hours of those.

Oh, and I got a bunch of souvenirs from the beach (stuff I picked up myself, not bought), including an ice block of several mini squid? Only one was bumpy, but you could see a bunch of them, and little fish in the thing too...

This may be slightly jumbled and might not make any sense. It still doesn't make much sense in my head, in spite of being awake for a few hours now.

Last night, I had a dream that I suddenly remembered that I'd given a baby up for adoption when I was 14. What caused the sudden jog of my memory? Seeing that the baby in question was now old enough for Facebook.

According to the dream, my friend's younger sister was really my biological daughter. She'd been adopted by my friend's parents. How this would manage to slip my mind, I have no idea. Anyway, Dream-Cand and Dream-snoo had the following conversation:

Me: "My daughter is on Facebook. I feel old."
snoo: "You have a daughter?! Since when?"
Me: "Since I was 14. Her name is Alexis—"
snoo: "Oooh, I love that name!"

After that, the name became snoo's biggest concern. Haha. She was upset that I couldn't remember the middle name that Alexis's parents chose for her, and she was disgusted when I told her that if I would've kept the baby, her name would not have been Alexis.

So, I added Alexis (who really exists, by the way, but is definitely not my child) as a friend on Facebook. She started a chat with me right away and asked who her biological father was. I told her, "The best guess I have is a guy named Bobby, but that can't be right. I could've sworn I was a virgin until I was 18."

Way to be consistent, subconscious.

Well. That was certainly odd.

I just woke up from a dream in which a certain Froggy was trying to convince me to make IRC more interesting. Her plan involved me faking childbirth. How was I going to do this? Well, it involved a dead chicken...

I see a bit of a theme forming between the last two posts...hmm

After doing some reading for English about illegal immigration from Mexico to the US, I dreamed that I went to Mexico on vacation, only to have the border guards refuse to let me back into the US because they didn't like the way I looked. I spent the rest of the dream chilling in a Mexico border town with a bunch of English-speaking mexicans in mariachi clothing and giant sombreos. They made pinatas for a living, and allowed me to sleep in their pinata shop for a few nights while I tried to think of a plan.

I ended up locating a tunnel that led to El Paso, and my new-found pinata making friends and I escaped back to America.


While they were really happy about it in the dream, my English teacher was less than enthusiasic when I brought it up in debate this morning. Odd.

I had a dream sometime in the last week that the black guy from Color Me Badd was trying to get me to show him my boobs. I'm surprised I didn't and I'm sure 12 year old me would be sooooo disappointed in me for not doing so because she was just enamoured with him.

Hi guys,

I had a very very very very long and intensive dream, but there was one thing that I think
was very friendly and nice, although it sounds romantic in some ways.
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It was some kind of festival and there were lots of people I know. Someone comes out of the back of on of the buildings, that ended up on the small grass field.
He had a paper in his hand and it looked like he wanted to leave, and maybe go home to the one he loves. He was whistling and he seemed happy but a bit tired. I don't know why but he walked into a little curve, apparently so he could give a hug.
He was holding me very tight, as like he needed a hug.
I asked him how he was and he responded with that he was fine, but that he wished that he could be more honest to people.
That made me curious and I asked,'What is it, that you always wanted to say to me?',
he waited for a short time before his answer and his mouth reached near my ears and said,'I can't dance'.
As I was a little afraid of some critique I started to smile and I told him it was easy, and that it is just about fun.

I grabbed one of his hands and started twirling like we where doing the Walsh.
We both laughed, it was like we both had to much to deal with and that it fell off our shoulders
for one moment.....
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I really liked it, I hope you do to.

Although, recently, I have not woken up with any memory of my night's dreams, there often comes a time when I get a glut of dreams that have a similar 'feeling' as the one you described.

It usually features a member of the opposite sex, and we develop a strong emotional bond with one another. It can be entirely friendly, or loving, or sexual, but there is also an overriding feeling of contentment; like having found someone I have been forever in search of.

Upon waking, and realising that it was all just a dream, I get a few brief seconds where this feeling continues, and then it dissipates into a sadness that can be awfully troublesome to shake off.

I marvel at a dream's lasting effects.

Alright, so Hobbes started the depressing dream stuff first, so I don't feel as bad continuing. I won't go too much into detail though, because it is quite depressing.

My mother passed away when I was ten. I have a lot of dreams about her, for some reason, and I do have a decent amount of memories but the amount I dream about her is interesting, since it still happens often to this day even though I don't think about her as much as I used to. Recently I was feeling sort of guilty about doing something, and my mother appeared in a dream and was disappointed in me. My conclusions from this were 1. weird, especially since she had a lot of hair (chemotherapy treatments left her with little during most of the time I remember) and seemed very young, and 2. I have a really nasty subconscious/superego thing going on, apparently. The something I did wasn't the smartest idea, but it didn't really make any difference.

Oh, I see, blame me will you?



I think the first sentence answers the second sentence's 'question'.

I don't dream that much about my mother. I don't think any of the characters in my dreams are more frequent than others; it often seems as though I have randomly plucked people from my memories, just for someone to fulfill a required role in the performance. Actually, if I start to think about it, the most notable person that I don't recall ever dreaming about is my dad. That does seem odd...

I recall some of a dream I had late this morning, and I'm sure I've dreamt parts of it before quite recently.


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I am walking deeper into a wooded area. There is plenty of daylight, and it summer. Looking through the gaps between the trees, I can see a tiny cottage, and I am aware that this is the home of a witch. She wanders around nearby, with a silver-tabby cat running ahead of her. I pick up a stone, and throw it near her - wanting to attract her attention, but also incredibly frightened. She looks up as the stone lands, and then runs after me. I find myself on slightly higher ground, with brambles and thistles along a bank. I hear her below and, although I don't want to be seen, I push aside some of the shrubs and show myself. She runs off, presumably to find a way to get at me.

I jump down, and find people's bodies. Mostly children. I assume that these are her victims. I do not feel shocked, or disturbed, or frightened by this. It is as though it's expected. One child's body has five dead mice beside it, each beside the other in an orderly row. I deduce that the child was killed by these mice. Another body has another dead animal beside it, and I decide the same.

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I can't quite remember what the other animal was. Possibly a badger? But I'm not sure.

Last night, I dreamed I was still in highschool in order to finish the math course I had failed there. (I never actually failed high school math, as a side note)
Anyway, Mata was our substitute teacher that day. After a discussion about how to acheive a maximum awesomness in one's mohawk, I began to doodle in my notebook. I drew Mr. Floppity, only to have Mata immeadietly come up beside me and inform me that I was stealing his character and I should erase it. I ended up storming out of the classroom when I suddenly realised that I didn't even have to go to highschool anymore, and that I was probably late for my college courses.


I hate it when you dream about past events like going to highschool or being in daycare or living in your childhood home. It's always so trippy when you wake up and realise that those things will likely never happen again.

I often have dreams that are based in my old schools. They are not necessarily school-themed, but the location is school. And equally, I often dream about my childhood home. Whenever a house-setting is required, that's the one my brain conjures up, regardless of how inappropriate or nonsensical it is.

I awoke this morning with the memory of three dreams, and I ran them through my head several times as I lay still. I then sat up slightly, rolled over, and picked up my phone. In those two short seconds, two dreams escaped my memory, and a lot of details from the third crumbled away. I marvel at how keen the brain is to get rid of these memories, and it also frustrates me a little. I would be more annoyed about it if I didn't think that, during the day, there will be some event that will trigger my brain into remembering the dream once more. It is always a pleasant surprise.

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I think this might be my first ever zombie-dream. As I think I've said before, I generally tend to dream of things that are relatively realistic. Sci-fi and fantasy are usually the last themes that come up, and horror isn't overly prevalent.

But, last night I dreamt of zombies. As I mentioned, a lot of the details have left me now, but I remember some bits and pieces.

I was walking through a building, occasionly finding a zombie walking towards me with malevolence. I would dispatch the undead with a gunshot to the face. At one point, I looked upon a table and saw two hand-sized, black, leather cases. I opened them, and each had a flick-knife inside, with a chain attached. As I looked up again, a zombie was ambling in my direction, and I threw a knife at it. It struck, and the zombie fell to the ground. Behind it was a woman, an alive human, and she had a wound in her stomach where the knife had passed through the zombie. She did not seem to be in any pain, or even concerned, she just touched her fingers to the blood and made an expression that seemed to say, "Ooops, what a predicament!. For some reason, I threw the other knife at her too...

Time rewinds suddenly, and I find myself in front of the table again, picking up the knifes. The zombie approaches once more, and I run over to kill again, aware this time of who will be behind it. However, this time there is no woman. The zombie does not try to attack me, almost as if she (for now I see the gender) isn't totally 'undead' yet... or something.

The next part is retrospectively rather disturbing, although there was no issue in the dream. I shan't go into great detail because I'm not entirely sure whether that would be within the forum boundaries. It suffices to say that, after a short conversation with the female-zombie who I have tied down to a table, I make... 'alterations'... to her genitals using one of the knives.

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Fortunately for me, I don't personally worry about the content of my dreams. I had arguments with an ex about dreams, where she felt that if I dreamt of, for example, having sex with another woman, then that meant I WANTED to have sex with another woman. She applied a literality to dreams that I really did not agree with. My usual response was to mention some of the most surreal dreams I've had, and ask why she chose not to apply literal sense to these too.

But anyway, because of my approach to dreams, potentially-worrying content doesn't bother me. But it is interesting to know that my brain conjured this up.

I woke up this morning from what felt like a pretty lengthy dream in several parts, some of which repeated themselves a little. Although some elements seem disconnected from the others, it felt like they were all part of one big 'event', instead of a night's-worth of dreams. I've tried to hang out to the memories of the dream, but they keep slipping away - it's like trying to hold onto a wet bar of soap.

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I am in an area with several factory buildings around me, and I'm armed with a pistol, a shotgun, and a knife. I see a group of men approach me, dressed in some kind of armoured clothing, and I make my escape up a tower. From a window at the top, I look down upon the "bad guys", and watch as they search for me. I ready the shotgun, and shoot at them, killing them one-by-one. A couple of them spot me, and I run back down the ground to escape elsewhere, ammunition for my shotgun now depleted. One approaches me and I consider charging at him with my knife, but I use the pistol instead. It appears to fire BB-gun pellets, and a stream of them hit the baddie, but seems to make no difference.

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I am near my old home-town with a friend. He points at a white car he really likes, and we watch someone getting into it. I suddenly realise that it is my ex-fiancee, and quickly spin around so that she won't notice me.

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I'm in Tesco, wandering around with my mother and my sister. We head to the checkout, and I am clutching some items I want to buy. I quickly rush around to where I picked up each product, and try to roughly add up how much it will cost. I estimate it to be about £90, and decide that's fine, even though I need to save up some money. I keep my stuff separate from my mother's, and the total bill is £94. I have bought about eight CDs, plus two wallets.

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I'm in a small town, queuing to get into a theatre with a friend who looks like Rob Corddry. I look up the road to see a small gathering of about 10 protesters, many carrying placards. They are standing on the pavement, chanting, but I can't make out what they are saying, or what is written on the signs. Amongst the crowd, I notice my ex-fiancee and her daughter. My ex's make-up and clothes are ridiculously 80's, and I again turn so she won't spot me. I tell my friend, "God! I can't get away from her at the moment!", and point her out to him.

The queue gets a little shorter, and I suddenly realise I don't have my wallet. I tell my friend, and he says, "You better get it, I don't have any money on me either." I am slightly annoyed that he expects me to pay for the tickets, but I wander down the road towards my car. I look up into the blue, cloudless sky, and watch a rocket ascend. At first I assume it must be a space-mission, but it suddenly begins to weave back and forth across the sky. It explodes mid-air with a small firework display that displays the words, "Ha! Ha!" in colourful, sparkling letters. I realise that this must be the work of The Joker.

I walk back to my friend, and we see another rocket launch into the sky. It has a rounded, red tip to it, and it reaches a certain height, then turns and aims for us. I leap to the side, and it misses me, but another two rockets are already heading towards me. I jump out of the way a couple more times, and remain safe.

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I can kind of see where the, uh, "inspiration" for some of the dreams came from:

• The "bad guys" I was shooting at, and the industrial setting, were very much like the game 'Half Life'.
• I visited my old town last week, so I am not surprised I've dreamt about the area
• I visited Tesco last night, and I had a "Have I got enough money?"-moment
• I've also been playing a lot of Batman:Arkham Asylum recently, so it's no surprise that The Joker appeared in my dream

Still a bit odd though

Plus, another actor featuring a dream at one point. He usually plays a gangster-type of character in British films, but I forget his name.

I had a stuffy nostril while I was asleep. I dreamt that when I ran my nose under hot water (been using a netipot recently) blood would come out. Eugh. And snot and gross stuff. And my mother made me a doctor's appointment. I tried to take a shower and it took forever and I kept forgetting to take all my clothes off when I went in ( a common theme recently?). Nothing about the oddness of my deceased mother being around, just me bitching and moaning and in pain.

Also, in a separate dream, trying to take all my lighters out of luggage, and in one instance I made up a television show about scary child-dolls that killed people. Like Chucky, I guess. Wtf, brain.

I'm fairly sure I had a silverfish nightmare two nights ago. Watching lots of them crawl all around, on the wall right near my bed, one fell into my bed, on the floor under all my shoes. But I was quite drunk that night, so it felt pretty much like reality - I can't remember! I'm convincing myself it's a dream or else I'll probably never sleep again!

Recently I had a dream that my car dissapeerd. Not only did it disapeer, but they keys were gone and I checked the key hook where I keep them and couldn't find them. In the morning when I woke up, I saw the key was there.... very surreal

I had a dream this morning about us all having a communal shower together in Mata's flat, which was number 263 in a giant uni dorm and I got upset because cand couldn't find me a towel and it was too crowded, so I left, walked around naked but then the bouncer my friend Jake (who in the dream I called Jakey) wouldn't let me back into the party.

Last night, for the first time ever: Flying bicycle!!! with ZOMBIES.

I am beginning to suspect that my brain allows me to dream if only to continue coming up with creative solutions to zombie outbreaks.

I am with two or three others, walking up several flights of stairs in a tower. The centre (that the stairs wraps around), is just hollow space, and at the bottom is a swimming pool. We reach the top of the tower, and there is no roof; we can see the stars above. A girl with red hair () tries to encourage me to jump down in to the pool, but I am worried. She and the others dive, and my view shifts for a moment, and I can watch the tips of her toes gently touch the bottom of the pool before she surfaces. I figure that, if I jumped in, I would hit the bottom like a rock and hurt myself, so I decide I'll just make my way back down and step in.

I am in the pool, and the girl is now trying to show me a way out. We need to dive to the deepest point in the pool, swim along a narrow passage, and up the other side. I cannot see how far it is, and I am worried about not being able to hold my breath for long enough. I try to find out how far it is, but the girl disappears into the water - her legs kicking in unison like a flipper.

I am, by this point, totally besotted with this girl. I need to follow her and find her, but I feel incapable of going the same way. I see a door, and choose to go that way instead. Walking along a corridor, I go past several people - all dressed to go swimming. I soon meet up with the others.

I am then suddenly in a garden in the summer. The girl and I are sitting on a low fence, our hands together. I feel so sick with love for her, but also confused and guilty because I am already in a relationship. I watch her for quite some time, feeling both sad and happy at the same time.

Then I wake up.

I'm not sure if my dream last night was strange, since I don't remember any details, but I woke up giggling so hard I couldn't breathe. When moop asked for an explanation, I said, "The Fonz." That's it. Just, "The Fonz."

It made perfect sense at the time. Now...not so much.