Dreams?

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I just woke up from a strange dream. An ex friend was holding me, at knife point.

This is pretty accurate for me, anyway--I don't remember my dreams that frequently, but when I do they tend to be extremely vivid. Bad dreams are extremely rare for me (except for a few times in my life after traumatic events). People are almost completely absent from my dreams.

Dream Content Analysis in Persons with an Autism Spectrum Disorder

Received: 24 April 2007 Accepted: 20 July 2007 Published online: 8 August 2007
Abstract Dream questionnaires were completed by 28 young adults with autism spectrum disorder (ASD) participants. Seventy-nine typically developed individual served as the control group. In a subset of 17 persons with ASD and 11 controls matched for verbal IQ, dream narratives were obtained following REM sleep awakenings in a sleep laboratory. Questionnaires revealed that participants with ASD, compared to controls, had fewer recollections of dreaming, fewer bad dreams and fewer emotions. In the sleep laboratory, dream content narratives following REM sleep awakenings were shorter in ASD participants than in controls. ASD participants also reported fewer settings, objects, characters, social interactions, activities, and emotions. It is concluded that these characteristics of dreaming in ASD may reflect neurocognitive dimensions specific to this condition.

It would be interesting to have someone interprete our dreams.

My daily events and concerns seem to come back to me, in my dreams.

My dreams always had a Salvador Dali feel to them. When I was younger, I had the same dream everynight EXTACTALY the same. My special intrest tend to dominate my dreams today.

I had a dream where I was in a gymnasium it what was supposed to be my high school, but clearly wasn't laid out or decorated the same. A ball of some kind I can't recall, with a face painted on it in blood kept staring at me, telling me things telepathically, and then it rolled away out of the gym and I followed it into a solid black corridor, where I stop remembering the contents of the dream.

Oh, and much earlier in the same dream, I was walking from one class to another, and a girl spontaneously appeared. No one else could see her, and I could tell. She just walked up to me and told me I was dreaming. For some reason, she felt like someone I knew deeply and personally, but was clearly not anyone I have ever met in person.



Oh, and I had another dream where Death was torturing me by giving me drugs that made me die by getting fat, until I escaped with my friends on our scooters, with Death following us on his own scooter, swinging his scythe around like you'd expect a stereotypical old man yelling at kids would wave a cane. Later, we stole a bunch of gems from our neighbor's hidden treasure in her fireplace. She was an old woman, and at first glance could easily have been a sweet old grandmother, but apparently used to be a pirate. Then we ran away and hid, and got Death blamed for it, and watched as the old lady chased death around on scooters.... Yes, everyone rode scooters in this dream whenever it made even the slightest bit of sense. Oh, and they were not motorized scooters either.



And I had another dream where a good friend of mine was terrorizing a town with his amazing fencing skills with a small, plastic, watercolor paintbrush. He would brutally murder the town's civilians in various ways with this small paintbrush when he came up at night to terrorize the town. It was a scenario a lot like the fantasy stories where a dragon terrorizes the town, including the setting, which was sort of dated, if not quite medieval. Eventually, the townspeople started to throw a riot, while I was trying to give a speech in the town square telling everyone to calm down and wait, because they would all die if they went into his lair with torches and pitchforks, etc. Sadly though, I was unable to convince them to stop, so instead I went down there into his dungeons to face him with them. He was basically killing them all with his paintbrush, and I came up and attacked him with my small, flat-pressed, unadjustable metal wrench, trying to save the townspeople. I specifically waited until his back was turned to me before striking, and the blow glanced off of him lightly, and he turned around and told me how he hates the kind of person who would use such tactics, and proceeded to back me into a dungeon wall, as we fenced with mad, but clearly unmatched skills with our tiny paintbrush and wrench. Eventually, when my back was to the wall and he was about to stab me with the paintbrush, I woke up.

Thanks Robert. Sometimes I do write stories based off of dreams I have, but probably not these. These are just too weird.

last night I dreamed, I was walking down a birght pink ally in Canada eating a bowel of noddles. Out of no where a super robocat attacked me with claws the size of swords. right when it was about to kill me a freanch talking pizza said me. from there it turned it a race around the world. As the cat followed me around trying to kill me in Different shapes. one place it was a monkey and anotuher a spanish talking Ice cream cone. at one point I was saved by some random kids by giving the cat whom at that point looked like a big rubber duck tickets to Texas as I hid near by in a box of girls underwear. Later the robocat found me floating down the mississippi river in a bouncing dragon. He sinks my dragon and right when I was about to drown I saw a rare tree frog and figured out it was a dream. So I jumped out of the water and turn my self into the avatar but nickelodeon sent it's lawyers telling "due to copy rights you can't use this character's powers!" same with superman, naruto and every other one I tired.
then I woke up.