*!"What Dream Do You Remember From Last Night ?"*

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I had a dream that I lived in the USA.
The house I was staying in was almost identical to my nanas house in real life. I was online trying to talk to an online friend of mine when I downloaded something that gave my computer a virus! It started to go really slow.


I also had another dream...

I walked into a public restroom and saw my step father on the ground not breathing. Someone was doing CPR on him...but was doing it wrong. I told him to get out of the way and I started doing CPR on him the correct way. The ambulance had already been called and arrived two minutes later.
My step father died on the way to the hospital.

I dreamt that I drove off of a cliff (again). I hate that 'falling' feeling in dreams - seems so real.

my dream was pertending to be part of visual novel im trying to make XD

first i saw a woman reading umm i guess penal code XD and writing somewhere there with ikea pencil (lol) than putting some tiny photos inside as bookmarks.
than i was one of my characters in the same room and the girl reading was dead and i was investigating. one of my co-workers found mangas in her things and was like "oh! she has death note! i love dath note! and wolf's rain! she sure has a good taste... umm... i mean, she used to... poor nancy hehe..." or somehing like that XD that was ret*d anyway.
and i found out she was reading that penal code and thought "penal code? so boring... its compleretly not like her... and this writings... foreign language, ewww... sounds like french, i hate french... this pics are creepy... w8, maybe its some kind of a code she left? maybe it wasnt just heart attack? maybe im brilliant? maybe we're just characters from some cheap mystery murder novel? yeah, thats possible..."
and my coworker was like "penal code? and wtf is with this notes? maybe its some kind of code left for us! puzzle to solve..."
and i was like "and maybe she just likes reading penal code? dont overdo it, 'watson'..." and than i was thingin "god, this really is like some cheap crime fiction... the guy who rites my story has no creativity at all.. hope im not trapped in something like higurashi..." and than i closed the book and woke up XD


and yeah, it really happened just like that. one of the coolest dreams i had this week, my characters came alive and were making fun of their author XD YAY!
and im pretty sure the girl dead was called nancy drew LOL

now that i think of it, i just think she mudrered someone and whas thinking what punishment she would get if she got caought and than she was killed by kira (i was reading death note manga before sleep so it makes sense XD)
my reasoning in the dream was funny though
and i find it funny that the dream itself made perfect sense (which is common in my dreams, but unusual in general) but my reasoning was so ret*d XD and ok, dream was ret*d too...but less XD

I've been having some weird crossover-slash dreams lately.

A couple of nights ago, I dreamed that Captain Jack Harkness was standing behind Nny, watching him piss against a tree in Regent's park. He kept checking out his ass and making comments. Nny was reacting with all of the furious indignation you'd expect from him, but he couldn't do anything because the pee wouldn't stop.

Last night, I dreamed that Harkness was anally penetrating a seemingly consensual (although rather apprehensive) Nny, doggy-style. Afterwards there was a really cute scene with them both lying together in bed, Nny (sleeping!!) on top of Capt. Jack with his head on his chest; Jack caressing Nny's hair with one hand.

So f**king cute. It's weird; I'm not a huge slash fan and I'd never even considered that pairing... Incompatible personalities aside, it would work pretty well, what with Jack’s immortality.

Well I have 2 cats named Bill and Bob. I've been teasing my dad by asking him if we can get a female cat and call her Betty.

I dreamed that it was and it really was raining outside. I opened the door and there stood a dirty sad calico cat. I took her in and cleaned her off. It was a sad dream, I tried to hide her from my dad so he wouldn't kick her out.

I woke up relieved that it was just a dream. I still think we need a third cat to complete the names Bill Bob and Betty.

I have recurring dreams that i am lost in a huge, unnamed city.... kind of an imalgum of many cities i have seen and been. Anyways, this time, i was in a partially abandoned area, in a large museum, overlooking the ruins of what appeared to be Pripyat (the city that was evacuated during the chernobyl explosion.) I could see a gigantic rollercoaster which was still in use, even though the design was obviously dangerous and impossible. The yellow ferris wheel was visible too. Inside the museum were vault-like elevators that doubled as fallout shelters. The tour of the museum always started at the top of the building after getting off these monstrous elevators. I am never sure of the subject of the museum, as it was a random sampling of antiques and death-like statues in one room and an entire room full of sweets and fine foods to eat before exiting. The exit and the only way apparently out of the museum was to slide down a huge waterslide that went down at an impossibly steep incline and you could not see the end. My husband was there and we were both hesitant to go down the slide. we proceeded to covertly try to find another exit, and met up with blocked doors, hallways going nowhere and fire escapes with no stairs. We were trying to find our way to exit and get to a place called 'dolphin island... a community of houses surrounding a bay and a large round manmade island, where residents would swim or boat to for picnics. my family was there, waiting for us. I remember hanging on to my husband's hand, as we decided to go down the slide together....i woke up before we went down. I hate those kind of dreams.... Its a different area of the city each time, but always the same issue, a long, exhausting journey home.

I dreamed that I gave birth to a child who had multiple disabilities. The doctors said he would never be able to do anything, but that he would be a wonderful opportunity for study when he died. It was horrible. No way would I ever let that happen.

I used to remember my dreams all the time, but I never anymore.


9CatMom, tell more about that dream!


Actually, come to think of it, I had a dream this month in which you hadchanged your name to Ninec@mom or something.

Two last night that i remember last few moments of.

in one there was someone strange, mostly a guy, but capable of changing body shape so one moment fat, one moment thin, who had been doing terrible things, ( truly awful just can't remember them), and we had more or less cornered him in a furniture ( ?) factory/warehouse where people were stacking wooden folding chairs very tightly in racks, so tightly by this bad person in fact that it was crushing other people working in same rack.

Then the "chase" spread to an open area in the factory where there were a few women with children, amongst whom a mother and little child, both wearing black and white scribbly/letters print dresses. The bad person grabbed the mother, and then became her/disappeared into her, and holding the child tight began to duck and dodge so I couldn't get at the child to save it.

I was so frustrated, and then I noticed, or found, or discovered in my hand, a bunch of flowers, all wet as if they had just been rained on/watered, and i began shaking the water off them, at the bad person hiding in the mother, showering him/her with water from the flowers, and yelling and raging.

And the person was restrained /immobilised by the flower water, and I was able to catch them. And I woke up , in the middle of the night, crying desperately with release/relief.

I was out by Camden Lock and I found my cat lying in a puddle on her side, half-dead. I picked her up and carried her home.

My Aunt was staying at our house and she tried to kill herself by stabbing herself in the heart, in front of me, while naked and screaming obscenities. She then chased me through the house, into my room. She stood outside with the knife threatening to stab me and break everything I own. She said that I had driven her to it.

I dreamed that someone stole my cookie last week...
I dreamed that I was kicking the cookie thief and as it turned out, I was kicking the wall for about an hour from about 2-3 am.

Didn't get much sleep so I had a brief dream. I dreamed I was in a beautiful cathedral full of saintly relics. All of a sudden the walls and ceilings started to tumble on me. I woke up sweating and felt like I was still suffocating from the rubble toppling over me in my dream. Took me a while to snap back into reality.

Dream a little dream with me topic

Believe it or not, I had a dream in which I was hugging a darkly bronzed, full-sized statue of Hans
Asperger. What this means is is truly a mystery to me.

I had this dream a few nights ago: I was on the upper floor of my house in my parents' bedroom, except that it was much larger than it really is. There were also many people there, milling about and conversing. My mother was telling me that my brother needed chapstick for a performance that he was going to be in. She told me to go find some, and, for some reason, she warned me not to lie about it if I did. I went off further into her bedroom, and encountered my friend Gloriana, who moved to Chicago a few years ago. She was singing "In a Little While", which is a song she sang when she played Lady Larken in Once Upon a Mattress our sophomore year. I realized that I was in charge of holding her microphone, so I sort of dangled it in front of her face (it was a clip-on). She accidently ate it as she was singing. I returned to my mother and told her that I actually had chapstick in my room, but was reluctant to give it to her because I had paid four dollars for it. She told me not to worry, that she would reimburse me later. We went to my bedroom, only to find my grandparents having sex in my bed, which disturbed me. My mother told me not to mind them. We retrieved the chapstick and went back into her room. My mother immediately started complaining to a friend about my grandmother, who is her stepmom. She said something like, "She treats him like he's a young kid." Suddenly, we heard a loud crash from my bedroom, and we all got up to go see what had happened. I distinctly remember saying, "They'd better not have broken my goddamned bed!" We entered my room to see that my bed had collapsed and my grandparents had fallen through it. They had landed on a huge Delft tile with a picture of a horse that my parents had been storing under my bed, to give to my Aunt Peggy for her birthday. My mom ran to examine the tile, horrified. She yelled at my grandparents that she and my dad had paid a million dollars for this tile and they had broken it. Then she picked up a nearby vase. My grandmother, incensed, pushed her over, causing her to break the also-expensive vase. I was extremely angry and moved toward my grandma, intending to slap her, but then I woke up.

I dreamed that I was sheltering in an ornately decorated church in a green, forested valley, awaiting the arrival of the monster Grendel (as he appeared in the CGI movie Beowulf) with a group of other people. When the creature entered the church, the others began yelling and jeering at him. I stood alone in the corner of the hall, staring into the dimly lit gloom where the creature lurked; calling to him "I know you are in pain, and I know you are suffering. I wish I could help you."

When he approached me, I was afraid; I ran out into the valley where I metamorphosed into a yellow dragon and took to the air. A blue dragon arrived and I fought with it, briefly, before it crashed to the earth where the other people had gathered. When it landed it did so nose first and concertinaed like an accordion.

I don't always remember my dreams, and last night was one of those times.