What did you have dreams about, last night?

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Last night I dreampt that I was downloading some Oldies from Apple iTunes to go onto my mp3 Player. And than suddenly, I was at some store in Texas, buying some CDs, and Hurricane Emily blew through the Music Store. I rushed to the Food Fair that was in the Mall where the Music Store was, and when I got there, lots of people were standing in line to get their free Emergency Food.

I am a MahJong fan so last night I dreamed I was moving tiles all over the place. I still got low scores though!!

I didn't dream this last night but it was my spiffiest dream in a while.

First i was playing music in my room, and a neighbor came up the stairs and told me to quiet it down, and at that point i felt as though i was being inconsiderate, and she was all right(even though i dont know her, and she let herself in)

Then i woke up from that in my bed fulla brothers and sisters - none of which i have. Then i started telling them about how i drempt a total stranger climbed up my steps to tell me to turn off the music, and how rediculous that is.

The next part all takes place in a bank.

Then a little into the dream i started slurring my words and stumbling, and said(and this is how i probabally WOULD handle the situation in real life) "I am acting exactly how i act when i take so and such amount of robitussin but i DIDNT take any.

Then i started stating my little wonderings outloud to people in my dream. In the dream i was rebelliously stating my curiosities about the shapes of chairs and architechure, what that implies in our culture, and where it comes from.

And instead of people just walking on, they actually joined in and made competant interesting observations.

At this point i believed i was awake, or more correctly i did not believe i was asleep.

After a little while my drunken stumblings caught the attention of guards, and they started closing in on me, and i headed for the door. It turned from quiet, rich looking, stoic bank into a carnival of lights and ballons(which were intended to show that no harm was done and the whole last scene was previously prepared)

After that me and my friend Schooly were walking "back" to our cars and i made mention that i can never tell when something is real or prepared like that last thing just was. Somehow I connected that fact to the reality of dreams, and something about the ego(or self awareness) never being able to be SURE about anything. He then said that in dreams the ego cannot tell itself whether it exists or not.

So we walked for a just a little longer, and i was specifically feeling out this realistic world. Because i had just recently woken from a dream, and i was trying extra hard to take in the reality of reality "now that i found it"

But something caught my eye which made me doubt. Schooly was picking at a wound on his face which it is not in his character to do. Everything else about him was picture perfect, but that wound, and his tendancy to stim it made me doubt.

So i thought for a moment, and came up with (what appeared to be at the time) the perfect question to ask schooly so that I'd be able to test this world.

As i asked this question his face turned from the familiar and friendly mannerisms of my friend schooly to a suprised, cornered animal. The difference between their faces was subtle, but signifigant.

So i asked, "Are you my ego, because the ego can't tell itself(convince/reasonably/have the authority to tell itself) whether it exists or not?





Then, bam, my eyes popped open.

In my dream last night, we moved our 45' camper out into a prairie field and set it down on a foundation of boulders and rammed earth. After that we covered the whole outside with adobe and reinforced it with cedar logs, then built an arbour and planted grape vines on it.

My shoulders and arms ached BAD when I woke up.

I hope for a more restful project tonight!

I dremed a very long and elaborate dream last night. Part of it involved me getting ready to move, and while I was packing all my stuff I found thousands of dollars hidden in my room(between books, at the bottom of drawers, etc) mostly in 20's, although I did find a $90 and a $6 bill

I had a dream about Zealots (units from starcraft). It's not the first time.. I was a Zergling and was buying socks with "I Zealots" on while dating a Zealot.. :S


I very often deam about starcraft:p

*weeps* so many magical lands i'll never be able to visit.

Good thread. It's great to hear the similarities and differences in the way people dream. I have a lot of bizarre dreams.

Last night part of my dream was fishing. I just had a line with some hooks or something. No Rod. And I would throw it in and wiggle it and something would bite everytime. I just kept pulling these giant fish out of the water. But the string was cutting my hand, or there were hooks on the end I held I think.

Then another part I was entertaining I think. And there were some old people that showed up. This one guy was telling me what kind of drink to make him. It was three fruit juices mixed together. But I couldn't ever get around to making it because people kept showing up, and I didn't have all the juices. I think I ended up improvising something, then I discovered he was a designated driver.

Also at one point I was preparing for a trip, and I felt I was very late getting to the airport, but no one else seemed to be in a hurry.
I kept wondering if my watch was wrong or something.

For a reason I can't remember, I had to shave off my goatee against my will. My chin hurt where the goatee had been so I had to put aloe vera on it. Not the lotion, the actual plant.

I had an outrageous dream last night, funnily enough... reading through this thread jogged my memory.

I was in the town where my grandmother lives, only it was slightly... decayed, somehow. Cracks in the asphalt and so forth. I was in a Western-style saloon, only with big glass windows and a door so I could see everything that was going on outside. It was recently painted but empty - all the stools were upside-down on top of the bar and everything. I was with a girl I didn't know (or maybe can't remember) and my father. Our car was nearby, and a parade of people were marching down the street. My father kept telling us to stay put, that he'd be right back. The girl and I hunkered down behind the bar. My father left. We chatted for a minute, and I kissed her. It lasted a long time, but I pulled away and looked at her. I couldn't read her but somehow knew it wasn't going to work out.

"I'll see you later this afternoon," I said, shrugging. "Sorry."
"Yeah," she said. "Be careful."

I left. I knew I was on a mission for something, or somebody, but couldn't put it together in my head. The parade outside had receeded into the distance. A car we owned way back in the 90s came up, and inside was a guy I hate with every fiber of my being. Only he was much older. He had huge bags under his bloodshot eyes and a terrible five o'clock shadow. His hair was frazzled and greying, and he wore a dirty olive T-shirt and khaki jeans.

"Get in," he said. I did. I used to be afraid of him, but not anymore.
"I know what you did," I told him as we drove down the street. I realized that once we left town we were in fact on the back roads near where I currently live instead of out at the town my grandmother lives in, which's about a five hour drive. It was that whole "dreams collapsing time" thing that nobody seems to notice when they're dreaming.
"Whatever," he said.
"Huh?"
"Look," he said, and it was obvious he was exhausted. "I know what I did, too. You really gonna make a scene about it?"
I got mad, but I was confident enough not to blow up at him. "You're damn right I'm gonna make a scene about it. You did something terrible."
He chuckled. "Whatever," he said again. For some reason, I felt vindicated. He was afraid of me, now.

There was something after that, too, running through sand dunes with my brother, fighting the living dead or something, but it all gets really hazy in my mind after that. Then my alarm went off and I kept hitting the snooze button and drifting in and out of a dream where The Stooges were playing "Search And Destroy" in a grimy, dank basement bar with all of my friends. Eventually I got so irritated by the alarm that I shut it off and overslept and had to run into work, but c'est la vie!

I dreamed I was in a relationship.

I dreamed I was at my old job filing some papers. But every time I'd go back to a folder, the papers in that folder would be out of order and I'd have to re-organize them. It got very frustrating.

I had a dream about Borg. Except they were TOS Borg. Or at least what I imagined Borg would look like if they were in the Original Series.

kerrigan, I often dream about starcraft and quake 2 intermingled in some weird fantasy world where im running away from aliens with rocketlaunchers and such. usually after having spent far too long on the computer the day before..

I very rarely remember my dreams. I can't remember mine from last night. I'll try to remeber tonight's.