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marie92 - Jan 29th 2010, 17:34 GMT

I had a dream about myself, my girlfriend, and my ex-girlfriend. I was in love with both of them and I didnt know who to choose. My girlfriend was hardly around, but The weird thing was that my ex-girlfriend would hang out with me more. Before i woke up, i kissed my ex-girlfriend. I have no idea what this means. please help.

moon - Jan 3rd 2010, 15:25 GMT

Today I awoke and the calling to blog my dreams was adament. I have been dreaming for years with revelations and this dream was so vivid I needed to find a place to write them. Three days before 9-11 happened I dreamed of it including the third plane. The last vivid dream I had was the Tsunami in Asia when thousands of people died it was so scary because I coudl actually feel the sorrow and agony of the women and children. This dream happened also three days before the Tsunami hit.
Last night I had a dream of a 3 hour incubation flu epedimic. I saw buildings with lots of glass walls like a modern univeristy or college filled with people who were sick and franctic. I entered and someone touched me and a lady immediately told me to find a room and stay there for three hours. It must of been an airborne virus of some kind because I immediately felt a fever coming thru and naseua. I closed myself in a one stall bathroom and began to throw up very little, I got very sweaty and then felt fine. A woman then came to my door and began to bang on my door to let her in. I could see her through the crack of my door. She was hot and sweaty, red blemishes all over her body like an acne break out, she couldnt stop throwing up. The look in her eyes were of great agaony and desperation. She looked at me as if I could help her. In the back ground I could hear children and women screaming.

I then found myself at a friends house. My friend was very sick and her mom was telling me I didnt look well. I told her not to touch me. She led me to my friends bedroom as if they had been expecting me. When I saw my friend she had the same hot sweaty rash as the lady I had seen in the bathroom stall. My friend wasnt frantic just very ill. Her mom told me she had been fine a few hours ago.

In my dream I didnt see anyone dying from but I did sense the feeling from my friends mother that she was loosing her daughter. I then found myself in their bathroom getting very ill. The stomach pain was unbarable, I vomitted white like fluids, and my body began to itch.

When I awoke this morning at 8:07am my body ached and I could still feel the frantic desperation of the agaony I saw.
I decided I needed to blog my dream. Im curios if anyone else is having these types of dreams or can tell me what it means.

SiriLove - Oct 26th 2009, 08:05 GMT

so i've been having these dreams with a certain someone for the past 3 months. but last night seemed much more realistic then all of them. it started that me and a friend CUATA were going to a club. she was leading the way threw the v.i.p section but it wasnt all flashy like a club looks like it was more like a backstage concert/club.. i dunno it was weird. so we went to this one part and she told me top look down to the next level, i did and i seen him. he smiled at me and i smiled back i felt like a teenager in love. he was dancing, kinda reminded me of Micheal Jackson. lol. which were both fans of. anyways so i felt butterfly's in my stomach. i remember him wearing a buttoned up shirt.. red burgandy with i think black, black pants and black shoes. next thing i remember i was on the dancefloor ... now it looked more like a club but their wasnt many people. so he was dancing with this girl didn't want to pay any mind to me and later decided to walk up to me and say he was sorry... i asked why he was sorry and he said for the girl i was with. i re caped the moment and i had remembered the girl being all on him trying to kiss him and be all up on him. i responded i didn't care and he said he missed me n that he was sorry.. we hugged and i felt real emotions in me.. i told him i missed him too and that he'd been on my mind for the longest time already and i felt like i wanted to cry.. it felt soooo real and what was said on my part was real too. and that hug felt intense. the night before me and that friend Cuata were going to go to the club and i believe he was going to be there promoting.. what do u think this is??? we had a relationship a few years back... and life would always bring us back together... do u think its a sign that we both feel the same that our souls are in contact and we feel as one or is this a part of my past i just need to let go??

xXskychoticXx - Aug 3rd 2009, 01:44 GMT

Heres the deal, i have been having the strangest dreams lately, and they have been bugging the hell out of me, i also wanted to make sure i keep all my dreams somewhere. so ill start with the one that got me started.

Ok it'sa little foggy, but, here goes:
I was at what seemed to be wedding reception, but turns out it was just some fancy halloween party, then me and a couple of my friends form the neighboorhood decide to go make a fire in the locale teen hangout, strange thing is that i live in the country, not in a town, but it seemed familiar, anyways, my moms boat was parked there and i decided to climb up the side. i ended up fallind, but the strange thing is i fell like twenty feet back into the lap of an old friend i havent seen in the longest time. i didnt get up from hs lap, i ended up sitting in his lap untill the fire died and all the kids went home. ive never had feelings for him, but this dream happened abot a week befor the party that we r having, and he's coming, and that night , my dad had shown me a pic of him and his dad , and i man he's good looking, but ive never thought about it.

The next night i had a dream that my 4th grade teach invited us all( 4th grade class) back to hang out and catch up, we had water balloon fights and carnival games, and near the end of the "carnival" she gave me a jounal hat is a replica of my lyrics journal, but instead of the engravment on the front saying "dreams" it had my name. and the colors were red and orange and pink, she gave it to me as a gift, for saving her life, which never rilly happend.

and last night i dream that i was in a medow sitting in some boys lap,i dont remeber who, but he was happy that i was there, and so was i, but after a while, his smile dropped slightly as he slipped me off his lap next to him in his arms, but i felt my leg againt the boner he was gettin, but i decided not to let him feel embaress even more, so i kept quite. note to self: i think he had blonde hair.

NuclearDaydream - Jul 15th 2009, 09:16 GMT

People in my dream
Melissa- an old close friend of mine (but we have now drifted apart)
Erica- my 17 year old sister
Alan- my boyfriend
Kymber- another old friend of mine
Jon's mom- my ex boyfriend Jon's mother

-I'm going to tell my dream as it were a story
It was Melissa's birthday and my dad and Erica were throwing her a party at our house. Erica invited Alan and me. I had to go on a school trip with Kymber (although I am currently not enrolled in any courses nor have I been in any of Kymber's) to this house that was sort of recently abandoned. We lived in a quaint little town that was supposed to be Jacksonville. But the entrance to the house was this big parking garage with lava flowing through it. Kymber, the teacher, some other students, April from viva la Bam (but it was supposed to be Jon's mom for some reason) and I proceeded into the house. I was looking around and then realized it was getting late and I had to go to the party. I called Alan who was already there and told him I'd be there soon. But April started talking to me telling me the stuff here is free for the taking (and then she proceeded to go into the pantry and put on some bright blue Hawaiian shorts) so I started collecting things. Hours passed and I called Alan asking him if he was still there. He was mad and said he had left because I took too long. I told him he was supposed to spend the night with me (or something) but he said he didn't care. So I hung up and was about to leave and head home. All of a sudden some of the students came stumbling towards me. They were infected with a sort of zombie disease but they spit blood on you to infect you instead of biting. I ran and found the others who weren't infected and we met out at the parking garage. The teacher explained to me that we came there on the trip to look for that virus. The healthy students ran off and the teacher started turning into a ;zombie'. I chopped his entire bottom half off and one arm to prevent the disease from spreading but that didn't help and he started dragging himself towards us with the one arm. Me and Kymber ran down the streets and he was pretty fast for only being a sort of torso with one arm and a head. There was an ice cream shop nearby made of all glass walls. We ran into there and I locked the door hysterically. i looked outside and saw the crazies... they just stand really still and stare blankly untill they sense a normal human nearby. Some of the people had no idea what was happening so they just ate their ice cream. A customer came up to the door wanting in. I hesitated but finally let her in because no one knew what was going on. I quickly locked it behind her and turned to look at Kymber. She was pale and looked like her eyes were turning black. I threw her out of the shop and locked the door but she somehow got back in. I ran to the kitchen area and she knocked me into a pile of trash and spit blood in my face. I could feel how hot and thick it was (it was gross). I could hear everyone around me but I couldn't open my eyes. All I could see was black. I felt like I was doomed to the life of one of those diseased freaks. I kept telling myself I'm a good person, I don't want to be like them, but still I just saw black and felt paralyzed. After a while I heard beeping noises. It was dump truck. A futuristic dump truck. I opened my eyes and saw I was in a dumpster that was being picked up by the 'dump truck'. I was right in front of the ice cream shop. But it was 1000 years later. I got in to the front seat of the flying dump truck thing. The guy goes around flying the dump truck from planet to planet getting all the trash. He wasn't a creepy garbage man or anything... he was dressed like a futuristic pilot with a helmet on and such. I told him about the virus and how it was spit on me. I told him that I was immune to it (that's what I thought, I assumed it just killed me but allowed me to stay alive at the same time and wake up years later. He said he knew all about it. I was scared and felt lonely because it was so much later from when I was born. We traveled through wormholes in space and through space highways (they looked like huge fancy tunnels with lots of light). Apparently robots were taking over space at that point in time (sort of like a human vs robot space war). The garbage guy was just piling through the robots in space. He shot open a hole in space to bring me back to my time. He said that they went back in time and erased every trace of that virus. I was dropped off in our 'little' town of j-ville (which was very empty) and went home to my dad. I asked him what year it was and he told me it was 1991. I was shocked and sad at the same time (and I wondered how he knew who I was if I was supposed to be like 2). I was going to call Alan but now that I knew what year it was... I couldn't. I was 20 so that meant I was 16 years older than him. I felt so sad and lonely in the dream... because my whole reason to go back in time was to be back with him... at our own ages... but I couldn't' even meet him again because of our age difference. Although for some reason Erica was still her age and everything.

Cosso - Apr 8th 2009, 18:18 GMT

I am in a field composed of dirt and dead grass, next to a large lone greenhouse, and there are tall buildings way off in the horizon to the mid-left of my vision. As far as I know there is a great black abyss behind me because I am not at all aware of what is there. I can feel the dirt beneath my feet kicking up as I walk. I feel afraid, yet not concerned that I am alone in a place that I have never actually seen before. I had good reason to be fearful�

Then, a bright flash in the horizon, to the right of the tall buildings, and behind the greenhouse I see to my right. Then a loud boom. I knew what this was and I knew I needed to move fast. Any moment now, there would be a blast wave that I did not want to experience, though I knew I didn�t have much of a choice. I started to run and fell to my knees, then proceeded to quick-crawl into running, towards the old large greenhouse. I got inside, the greenhouse was nearly empty aside from cob webs, some dead plants, dust, and a small crop plane hanging from the ceiling of the greenhouse (whether or not this is logical, I don�t know). I ducked into the left front corner of the greenhouse and held tight to a big metal bar. I got there just in time for the blast. It was like a train wreck all around me. I knew I was ducked and covered, yet could see the destruction around me anyhow. My vision seemed placed slightly above my body. Glass all around me broke, and fell from above. And the plane was coming down, crashing to the ground below. I could see the wing of it flying towards me. It missed me narrowly. When the blast was over I rushed outside to ruin. The sky turned to fire and haze and the city off in the distance was gone. I had to find my people, I had to warn them. There was soon going to be a second blast, I knew it as though someone had relayed to me, the plan. I was absolutely positive this wasn�t over and so I started to run off only to see a second bright flash�my heart sank, I ran for the greenhouse and everything went black.

Cosso - Apr 8th 2009, 18:17 GMT

THE ENTITY AND THE PLANET

When I was about 9, I lived in a cute blue house in Temple City, California. It had 2 large bedrooms, with a den, HUGE LIVING ROOM, high ceilings, and a big front porch that you would expect to see a man playing a banjo on a rocking chair sitting upon. The living room was my happy place; my second favorite adventure to the massive yard covered in tall grass and fluffy trees. Along the outside wall of the living room were 3 extremely large windows looking out into the front portion of the yard. The living room looked like a giant viewing room to nature, or at least it did to me. I had a futon in the middle of it, where I slept next to my pup dalmation, �Lady�. I always hated my room. It gave me a bad feeling.

In this house I had one of my favorite dreams, one of which I don�t necessarily know for sure whether it was really a dream or not. It felt and looked THAT real.

I woke in the middle of the night to an extremely bright light emanating from the yard, into my �viewing chamber�. I walked to the windows and saw, to my young mind, what looked like a giant glowing and slowly twirling planet. It�s a sight I find very difficult to describe because it was so beautiful, nothing I have had the pleasure to see in person since. It glowed white with little hints of yellow so brightly that it seemed like it should burn my eyes. I could not turn away though, and someone was speaking to me�I either just couldn�t hear it, or I can�t recall now what it said to me or the sound of it�s voice. But it was familiar, seeming almost like family. The vibration from the voice and/or the massive glowing object in my front yard was warm and loving. I remember interacting with the voice, the person, or thing�that was apparently standing next to me, watching the �planet�. But what I saw has erased itself from my mind over the years. The only images I can really call to memory now are the way the object looked (complete with little whirling shooting stars circling it), the bright light, the color of the curtains, and my pup.

This dream was VERY significant to me growing up, though I have never fully understood why. I loved it. I wanted to go back to it, experience it again. I hoped for the dream every night and I looked through the window constantly, remembering the way it looked and wishing for it to come to me again.

I still await that dream, or the message behind it. I am not worried though. Every part of my soul tells me that book is not closed yet.

Cosso - Apr 8th 2009, 18:15 GMT

||THIS DREAM OCCURRED EVERY COUPLE OF WEEKS/MONTHS FOR YEARS, UP UNTIL 'THE GREAT DREAM LOSS' THAT HAPPENED TO ME AROUND 13 OR 14 YEARS OLD. THE VIVID DREAMS CEASED UNTIL I WAS ABOUT 22 (I AM NEARING 25 NOW).||

Surrounded in dark static energy.

The heavy fuzz you might see on an old television, only somehow darker...full of black and grey.. and empty of objects...I was INSIDE of it, and I had the distinct feeling that I wasn�t alone. Something evil and horrible was in there with me; circling me, hissing at me. I couldn�t see it, but I knew it was there and that it was something I needed to get away from. Impending danger, and lost in a static energy abyss. And not to mention�without a body. I had my vision but was incapable of physical movement.

Cosso - Apr 8th 2009, 18:05 GMT

||WRITTEN IN MY INTERPRETATION AND MEMORY OF IT NOW, CLEARLY.||

THE ANGRY LION

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong. A beast lurks within my home, and all of my family is gone. Vanished. A voice in my head suggests that EVERYONE is gone. Everyone but me. Course, I don�t remember anyone anyhow. I�ve forgotten them all and it doesn�t seem to phase me.

I know this place though...it�s home.

But�the beast.

It�s dark inside, and I need to find a place to take cover. The lion beast is here for me.

I ran from my room, in the front of the house, into the living room�through the kitchen�into the den�and to the master bathroom near the back of the house. The lion on my trail all the way back. How did he get in here? Why is he here for me?

And, uh, this bathroom�my sanctuary; it doesn�t have a great door on it really, I don�t know why this place would strike me as a safe haven. It�s got one of those slider doors with a little turning lock on it�fairly simple to pick the lock or even bust down the sad frail door. But the lion can�t come in here. He won�t.

As I slid the door shut behind me, it�s front claws slightly broke through it. I saw them claw through, heard the terrible bang that accompanied it, and then, it�s ferocious yell. Every part of me trembled as I crawled into a ball on the opposite wall from the door. Frozen in terror.

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I was maybe 5 years old when I had that dream. Those days, I had the most vivid dreams you could imagine, and a lot of them were reoccurring. These dreams happened before I can even remember learning that there was anything to fear in the world.

duane_smokes_cats - Apr 4th 2009, 03:00 GMT

When I was little , I had this dream . It was about a year after my mom - mom died and I loved her . She was awsome . Well , I dreamed it was nightime and it was really dark in my room except , my brother and I were in there making playdoe while everyone else was asleep .Then my mom mom had a gun [or i thought it was my mom mom at least] and Like , I was trying to run , but I just kept falling and slipping . And when I would try to yell nothing would come out of my mouth! I was like "oh NO! dont give up on my now voicebox!" but still , nothing came out . Anyway , As she got closer , my brother was just going along with his playdoe while i was trying to get him away and get away , and as the person , whoever it was anyway , got closer , the dream faded away . Keep in mind , I was about 6 when i had this dream . Give or take a year .

duane_smokes_cats - Apr 4th 2009, 02:52 GMT

Alright well , I had this dream right? I watch wrestling , and I reallly love it xD . Anyway , theres this really big dude big show? about 7'4 , 500 pounds . Well I had this dream that he was chasing me and trying to eat me! and everytime he ran the ground shook . So i kept screaming "choseennn onnee!" and then i'd hear the "Im coming!" but he never came xD
hahaha what dreams I have xD

dreamweaver - Feb 5th 2009, 19:08 GMT

Normally I have fairly long dreams..this one wasn't like that..very short..but there was so much meaning I took from it.

I was walking up a mountainside. I was very tired and I wanted to rest. There was an indian walking with me. As he let me rest, he waited for a sign. At the time I wasn't paying attention to the "signs" really I just wanted to go home. Anyway, after he saw the sign he said "We push on now". When I got to the top of the mountain and looked at the valley below..all I saw were more mountains (hills really)..but I remember being a bit bummed because there was no landmark..no way for me to tell where I was walking and when I'd get there..I remember thinking, if I just knew where I was going and how long it would take, it would be so much easier. Like a cabin or some sort of structure, but there was no sign of civilization and the thought of how long this journey may be was disheartening. We continued walking for a while. We saw a group of birds take off into the sky..and he said "We push on now". He explained that when the birds flew upward he noticed all their wings made a "v" shape..he knew that was the sign to keep going.

So that was it. To me..because of some of the struggles I'm going through right now..(I lost my job in Oct. 2008) it felt like the spirit world telling me..not to rest right now..to keep pushing on, and to remember I'm not alone. I have someone guiding me. Helping me to see the signs I need to see to explain them to me. The landscape..felt a lot like life..the hills challenges...not really sure of your destiny or how long your journey on this earth will be.

I'm interested in know what others perceive about this dream.

exxit - Nov 3rd 2008, 08:35 GMT

I am a very healthy person. I take vitamins and exercise on a regular basis and drink plenty of water so I rarely get sick. So when I do get sick I often get badly sick if I get sick at all and I often hallucinate or have dreams that make me hyperventalate in my sleep. Most of them consist of things happening faster then I can process them in my mind.

Most of them are so fast that I can't remember them.

Except one...

[the dream]

I wake up in my room and its completely black. I usually have my bathroom light on so its a little odd that everything is pitch black when I wake up.
So I get up and go to the bathroom and try flipping the switch.

Nothing.

After that I go to the bedroom window and take a look outside only to see its just as black as my room. So at this point I go to my bedroom door and open it. Its completely black outside of my room also. As I stick my head out I whisper...

*Hello?*

Suddenly I hear LOUD banging coming from my parents bedroom door like something is trying desprately to get out. I'm so startled by this that I slam my door and lock it.

Not long afterwards, I hear whatever was banging finally break down my parents door and starts take heavy loud step to my door at about 50 MPR.

No sooner then when it made it to my door, its starts the banging again on my door.

While this is happening im slowly backing up to my bed, trembling.

Then the door suddenly slams open and whatever was there doesn't even wait after then door opened.

Its starts coming at my in loud stamps and then I wake up.

[end dream]

Keep in mind that this all happened at a rate to fast to process. When I awoke from this dream, I was nearly in tears and dehydrated. These aren't dreams that I like to think about......

superdreamer - Oct 29th 2008, 20:55 GMT

I dreamed I was at my in-law house. As usual (recurring dream) my inlaws live in a trailer. I am in the living room. My mother in law is telling my husband and myself that she finally found the right furniture for her bedroom. I asked what kind and she said she did the whole bedroom in denim. I was so curious that I left the room and walked down the hallway. The trailer was a double wide so I walked through the right side of the house which was like a big long laundry room. When I got to their bedroom I peeked inside. The walls were a dark walnut paneling. There were two small trailer windows with rust colored curtains covering them. I looked for the king size bed they had and saw two recliner with denim over the cushions and denim coverlets. I looked around and saw there was no bed. They were each sleeping in recliners, the whole night through. I turned and looked at the TV. It was a big old fashion console tv. All the parts that were wood were covered with denim fabric. The dresser was just the same. Denim every where! I walked into the next room and saw one whole side of the room had spikes hanging from the ceiling. At the end of the spikes were all different styles of hats. Knitted, pork pies, sombreros, top hats, fedoras.... I never knew my father in law had so many hats. Then I heard a man's voice behind me asking me why I was snooping around. The man was the live in companion of one of my husbands relatives. He is nice but often creepy and weird to be around. I told him that I was interested in the hats and quickly left the room. I woke up to sirens in my neighborhood.

superdreamer - Oct 22nd 2008, 15:25 GMT

I was working at the Fine Pen store again. The store was closed and out of business but all the stock was still there. My boss was a blond man in his 30's. Someone knocked on the door of the store, demanding to be let in. I let them in and within minutes they had bought a nice resin Waterman pen for around $100. It was such an easy sale. I was disappointed that the store was closed and there was no where to by a nice pen.
Next I was with Scott and a few others. We were going to Mexico. An SUV pulled up and like a taxi, we got in. We were going to the airport when I realized our driver was Ed Begley Jr. (Super eco-wouldn't drive an SUV Ed Begley Jr.) He was so angry. He wouldn't talk to us and drove like he was drunk (angry drunk) He drove us to a wooded area on a hill. We could see a Subway restuarant below. We started to get worried that we would not make it to the airport on time.. Suddenly, Ed gunned the car and shot down the hill instead of following the paved road. We all bounced around in the back of the SUV. He tore up a bunch of the terrain going down. We piled out of the SUV, happy to be unhurt.
Next thing we are in the Subway restuarant. A policeman comes running in, sees Ed Begley Jr. and arrests him. Ed resists and the cop says "You're Goin' Down!" and hauls Ed out the door. I run after them. "NO!" I shout "You can't take him! He needs to drive us to the airport!!" That is when I realized I didn't have my passport or luggage. "Someone has to take me home to get my stuff!" I plead. I woke up and I didn't get to go to Mexico.

Edited on Oct 22nd 2008, 20:17 by superdreamer

Edited on Oct 22nd 2008, 20:18 by superdreamer

superdreamer - Oct 21st 2008, 13:54 GMT

My dream started off in the basement of the church I attended as a youth. There was a group of people milling around and my friend Jane. There seemed to be some sort of trade show going on. I wandered through the room with Jane following me. It started to sink in that this was a religious trade show and some of my co-workers were there. I got really excited when I saw the free stuff. It was all real cool stuff like Jesus highlighters and the lives of the Saints rulers. Jane grabbed my arm and told me not to take anything. I told her I didn't see the harm. It was all promotional stuff anyway. I started loading up. Grabbing highlighters, rulers, holy whiteout... all the stuff I could use at my desk. She finally was able to pull me out of the room. The next room (once again, the kitchen of the house I grew up in) we walked into was full of food, mostly gone food. Most of the tables with plates with scraps of vegetables on them, emptied out dip bowls and remains of bread loaves. I was disappointed because I really wanted some carrots and ranch dip. (??) Jane was gone. I turned to look for her and she no where to be found.
I saw a short stair way (3 to 4 steps) and saw my (long dead) mother. She was dressed in her denim pants and shirt from the 70's with all the embroidery on it. She had a cool pair of aviator sunglasses on with her hair cut in that 70's shag. She was holding a rust colored cloth belt in her hand. She had a needle and thread in the other. She was sewing rhinestones on the belt. We talked for a minute (never long enough when she pops into my dreams) and then she was gone. I walked up the stairs and into the next room. I looked down and saw that I was wearing a rust colored coat that matched the belt Mom was working on. The sleeves were huge belled sleeves. I raised my arms, Oliver's "Good Morning Star Shine" started playing. I flapped my arms gracefully like a bird and raised off the floor. The room was huge like the ballroom in the "Fearless Vampire Killers" (or any other gothic vampire film of your choice) and I flew around the room. The music was playing and I was floating. 6 people walked into the room and stood in a line near the back. I floated down and flew around them. That's when I noticed that Mr Kotter (Gabe Kaplin) had entered the room... I thought, that is Mr. Kotter and woke up.

superdreamer - Oct 14th 2008, 20:22 GMT

I found myself working once again for a retail outlet that I worked for a few years back. It was a furniture store this time. I was sitting at a computer in the middle of the store. I felt self conscious because my co-workers could see my computer and I knew they could see me if I was not dedicating myself to work. I was given a folder with 5 new accounts to open (something to do with my current job) I can almost recognize the woman who gave them to me, but not really. I tried to enter data into Access but had a real hard time with the fields. My boss, Ashton Kutcher walked up to me and asked how I was doing. I told him that I was not able to enter the information and was worried that I would not finish adding accounts before the work day ended. He was not real interested in what I was saying and wandered off. I heard a man speaking behind me. I turned and asked him to repeat what he had asked. he was asking to sit on an easy chair near my desk. I told him that I was either deaf as a doornail (mom's old saying) or he was mumbling. He rather rudely stated that I was indeed "deaf as a doornail" and sat down. My feelings were alittle hurt. Then a group of 4 young people came in and asked to sit on the sofa next to rude man's chair. I told them to go ahead and tried to get back to work. A.K walked through the store with upper management. He asked if I had completed my work and I told him no, I hadn't but I probably could stay after work and finish. The mgnt woman told me that I would not be staying to work overtime. Then I asked about Chasity's spreadsheet and how that would affect her banking for the day. The mgnt started to herd people out of the store, including the young hipnoids and the rude man. They locked the doors and turned out the lights and everyone headed into the backroom. We walked up a flight of stairs and I stood and talked to AK in the hallway. He was flirty and I hugged him and told him that I was much older than his wife (reality, just a few years) I turned and walked toward the stairway. (I have had this happen in quite a few dreams when I go upstairs I often find there is no way to get back down.) I walked to the stairs and saw that the stairs had disappeared and people were now climbing up and down. I leaned over and looked down. I backed off and stood next to another woman. She said, "the stairs used to be there...I don't want to go down that way.." she turned and walked away. I followed her. I must have found the stairs because I was on the ground floor with Scott and Ilse. I was dressed in a blue evening gown with a towel on my head. My hair was wet. We walked out of the building and out to the street. I looked back to see that the store I had come out of was more like a lodge at a lake (Redfish Lake Lodge, Idaho). Next to the Lodge was a beautiful marble museum. I said to Scott and Ilse that we could walk through the Museum and out the back to get to where we needed to be. We walked up to the steps of the Museum. I saw myself in the glass doors and thought how silly I looked in the evening gown with a towel on my head. I pulled the towel off and ran my fingers through my hair to get the tangles out. As we started to climb the steps I told S & I that we needed to bring the cats with us. Down at my feet were 3 cats. They started climbing the steps with us. We got to the doors and when I opened them, the cats walked right into the museum. People around us noticed that cats and were all charmed. Ilse mentioned that we started with 10 cats and were down to 3. I don't remember more than 3 cats. They were all different. I woke up.

Edited on Oct 15th 2008, 11:52 by superdreamer

superdreamer - Oct 10th 2008, 13:44 GMT

I was in Portland, Oregon. I was walking down a city street and turned into an alley by a concert hall. I couldn't believe my eyes, but there was Tim Finn from Split Enz and Crowded House standing there. He looked like he was right out of the 80s with 80s hair and clothes (yellow shirt and white pants). He looked about 35. I walked up to him (similar to when I met his brother in the real world in Portland in 2004) and extended my hand. I told him how thrilled I was to be able to meet him and that I had met Neil before. He was so warm and gracious. He held my hand and talked with me at length (don't remember about what) and then gave me a big hug. I felt so warm and loved. I walked away and headed down the street. I must have been near 23rd street (shops and restaurants and residential) because I walked a block or two and was lost. Then I noticed that I wasn't alone. I had a younger girl with me. She was about 5' tall (I'm 6') and she seemed so small. We walked up a dirt trail. When we got near the top I noticed that there was a man lurking in the shadows. I was immediately afraid. We tried to sneak by him and get away but he saw us and started chasing us. We got to the top of the hill and quickly built a trap for him. He ran up and got caught and weirdly enough, turned into the green man (living tree) we lit the tree on fire and ran away.
Next thing I know, I am back in the alley where I met Tim Finn. I walked up to his wife and started talking to her. She was so nice and sweet to me, I felt like we were old friends. Then the dream turned to a bunch of random images and I woke up.

Edited on Oct 15th 2008, 11:55 by superdreamer

superdreamer - Oct 6th 2008, 14:27 GMT

I was back at University. I was attending a class lecture by my husband, Mr. V. I walked into the forum style classroom and passed my neighbors parents sitting at the back of the room. I stopped to say hi to Carl and Adele. I shook Carl's hand and asked how my neighbor was doing. "He's A Drunk!" is all his father would say. I was a little confused because my neighbor works for the local big guy gym and he is always doing something athletic. I am sure that one can be a drunk and still be athletic, but it didn't seem like my neighbor's style to do that. I stepped over to his mom. I introduced my self and noticed that she was clutching a photo of an older woman. She said her name a few times, I couldn't understand what she was saying. Finally I realized I must have been talking to my neighbor's sister. She was clutching her mother Adele's photo. She said that Adele had died a few weeks ago. Once again Carl added "He's a drunk!". I made polite chat and walked off to find a seat for Scott's (my husband) lecture.
I sat in an empty seat next to two teenage girls and their mother. They were talking about Scott like he was a rock star. I finally turned to them and told them I was married to him. The mother looks me dead in the eye and asked "what was the hardest thing you two have been through?" Odd question. I answered that when we first got together my mother died and we went through it together. She seemed satisfied with that answer and turned away. Then people came down the aisle with stack of Scott's book that he was using for his lecture. I was shocked that he had written a book and surprised that it was all about tomatoes in literature. I looked at the book. It was big! with lots of pages. about tomato literature! The cover looked like a drawing off a Mother Earth News magazine from the 70's. Very hippy-esque. Just as Scott was about to start his lecture, a couple of kids sitting next to the woman with the teenagers started laughing and talking. Then they lit up some pot and started smoking it. I could smell it from where I was sitting. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw someone sneaking down the aisle in a tan colored trench coat. There were several empty seats in front of me. Suddenly the person in the trench coat leaped up onto the empty seats in front of me and over the seat to the boys smoking pot. I recognized that the person in the trench coat was Danny Romalotti from the Young and the Restless (really it was Michael Damian, Mr. 1 hit wonder from the 80's) His hair was just like it was in the 80's! He had a tank on his back filled with water and a spray attachment. He put the boys pot out and disappeared down the aisle.
Very stealth move on his part. Not much else I can remember after that.

superdreamer - Oct 2nd 2008, 13:55 GMT

I was hosting a party for my co-workers (something I would never do). I was getting everything ready to take outside for a summer bar-b-que. Lori arrived first. As we were walking out into the yard, Debbie walked up to me in a black evening gown.
In the real world, I haven't seen or spoken to Debbie for about a year and 1/2 after she blew off a landmark birthday for me. I admit it, I have been pissed off. Considering we have been friends for over 40 years, I took it pretty hard.
I turned to her and told her that I was busy and she needed to go. She showed me her dress (something she would never wear) and her spray on tan. The dress had part of the middle cut out showing her stomach (not good) I tried not to laugh but she looked really silly. She said she had to talk to me. I made her come inside and talk in private. I guess I didn't want to appear totally immature to my co-workers.
We went into the bedroom and I shut the door. She asked why I wouldn't talk to her anymore (we were right back to jr. high) I tried to be cool but my anger came right to the surface. "You sent me an email on my birthday!" and then I went into a long drawn out explaination about how hurt I was that someone I had known since 7 years old couldn't even bother to send a card or make a call. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! Then I topped the whole speech off with "I will see you at your mother's funeral." and walked out of the room. I woke up at that point. Apparently, I am still angry at Debbie in the black evening gown.

Edited on Oct 6th 2008, 14:28 by superdreamer

superdreamer - Oct 2nd 2008, 13:37 GMT

I was at home with S. Once again, it is not our house, but the house I grew up in. It was around 10:00 pm or 10:30pm. Dave Y showed up and was with S in the living room. S left the room and returned with two pieces of fabric and an ugly store bought cable knit purple sweater with a matching fur collar. He tossed them to Dave Y and said "here, these are for you." I cringed that he would give the old ugly sweater to Dave and curious as to why he gave him the fabric. Dave just smiled and said thanks.
I walked out into the night in my bathrobe. Suddenly I was across the street looking at my (parents) house and in the kitchen window I could see a woman who looked like Patsy A. I hadn't seen her for years. That's when I noticed the house was really a trailor. Then I noticed that the trailor was starting to move. Not like in an earthquake but more like it was going to go mobile and move. Sure enough, the trailor started to roll down the road toward a busy street to it's doom and destruction. Then like in an action film, it turned sharply in the street and stopped.
I walked across the street and went back into the house (it was stationery again) I looked into the living room and saw Dave Y asleep on the floor. I went into the bedroom and saw that S was asleep in bed. Then I heard sounds in the back of the house. I went towards the noise and found about 5 girls dressed in bridesmaids dresses. I said that they would have to leave because this was a private home. A woman walked up to me and showed me a receipt for the rental of the house until 2:30 am. She said that S had rented it to them and they were staying! (she was angry) I walked out of that room and into another. It was like a class room. I sat down at a desk. I looked down at my arms and saw that I was wearing a denim shirt (not me) and the sleeves were rolled up. I turned to look at the man standing against the wall. He was in his 30s, blond and balding. He had very light blue eyes. When I caught his gaze, he glared at me and muttered something about hating me. I was shocked that he was so vile towards me. I looked at him again and he said something about me and Obama. I woke up still a democrat in a red state.

Edited on Oct 6th 2008, 14:28 by superdreamer

hakker - Jul 28th 2008, 08:09 GMT

Lately I have been having these all night dreams. Very odd one so I decided to make a dream diary. This is the first entry.
Tonight was a very weird one. I dreamt that Sally (my Ex wife) and I were walking at night thru N. Canton toward Dogwood Park. We were hand in hand and she told me how nice it was how loving I was being. The whole time I was thinking, �this is so strange�. I felt good but I also felt realty uncomfortable, like I couldn�t remember how or why we were back together. Did her husband Mike die or did they break up? I was afraid to ask.. When we got up to the West side of the N. Canton swimming pool there was a large group of people in the lot. As we walked in to the lot we saw some of her relatives. When we got up to them, I saw Randy and Mandy were there. It�s so strange how it did not seem odd because Mandy is dead. One of them hugged me and the other looked at me as though she didn�t like me. I�m not sure which one didn�t like me but I�m guessing it was Mandy. One of them said something to me but I didn�t hear what she said. When I asked her she wouldn�t answer. Then I noticed what looked to be a few of her cousins who are a few years older than us start to come over. That�s when I thought that I needed to get away from her (Sally). One of her I�m guessing aunts came up and hugged me and whispered something into my ear but I did not make out what she said. I walked over to the East side of the pool parking lot to another large group of people. Directly across the street there was what looked like a large movie screen or maybe a stage. Everyone was looking that way and there was loud music playing. It was a Foghat song but I don�t remember which one. Some guy asked me if this spot was better like he had paid extra for it and I said no. He was mad. Then I headed back across the parking lot and into the park thinking �I need to go home�. When I got to about the west side of the tennis courts I thought �I need to find Sally in case she doesn�t have a ride or needs someone to walk her safely home. As I was heading thru the park toward 7th street I noticed that my belt was broken in two. So I decided to take it off. I crossed 7th street and onto the side walk and heading to go into what looked like the Jaycee Fair. When I was just about to round the corner into the fair from the South side of 7th street, some strange black dog (it looked like a Lab) came after me. I whipped it with what was left of my belt until it ceased. I thought I had subdued it but it came after me again. This time I wrapped it�s head up in some dirty loose plastic that was laying on the ground and started to beat it with my fist. Again, I thought I had killed it. After walking a few more paces it came after me again. This time I think I picked it up and slammed it into the ground over and over until it did not move. I walked to the back section of the fair where the arcade used to be when I was a kid. I walked up some kind of steps to an outside-elevated section that stuck out the front like a aluminum balconybut I did not see her. Then when I tried to get down, I couldn�t. There was no where to go so I asked some guy how to get down and he gently nudged me off to where I had to jump down about 8 feet down onto my feet. Then I felt he and others spitting on me. I cursed them and started to head back.

I think I may have woke up for a seconds or so but went back into another dream where again it was at night and I was heading in to the back door of my house only it wasn�t my real house where I live now. It was more like my house from 15 years or more ago when I lived on Arlington St. in Canton but it still was not exactly like that house either. I went up stairs and was getting ready to take a shower. When I was nude I noticed the door was open and I could see out and thru a glass window where a motorcycle was out side with its lights on. It looked as though there was a guy and a girl on it. When I approached the window, they left. I went up to the window and looked out but did not see them. Then I thought that I needed to go down to the downstairs bathroom and shower there. When I went into this bathroom there was what looked like a big bed sheet covering the floor. All over the sheet where these � inch long bugs that looked like alight colored tan ear wig with little black spots running down their backs. I was standing in the middle of them but they did not bite or sting me. There were also really tiny flea sized bugs, thousands of them. It was then that it hit me that this was a bed sheet that Dana must have left in here because the bugs were so bad and it needed to be cleaned. I freaked out which caused me to wake up.
One odd thing to me was as soon as I woke up, I checked the clock and it was 2:30 AM. I feel asleep at 1:15 meaning all this � this dream that seemed like along time took place within 1 hour 15 minutes. I am almost afraid to go back to bed. So, I decided it was time to make a dream log. Not only because this dream in particular was so weird but because I have been having many dreams lately, all night dreams.

pandora7 - Jul 2nd 2008, 05:45 GMT

I was in my friend max's house with my friend adrienne...zombie underwear? I can't really remember.

cntry - May 27th 2008, 13:08 GMT

It is evening and I look outsside and notice a red spruced up corvette in the swale. It was awkwardley parked as if it had pulled up quickley. Now watching, it 's driver, a black cowboy hatted 40ish white man (red neckish), hurriedly getting in and speeding off. Rushing outside to see what wa all the peculier fuss, I see the eve of my house, newley painted, ugly words. Words about Jamie. I don't remeber them, but they were not nice and yet scary too. I get Tommy to come look. We both don't like it and with mom on hern way home we know we need to get rid of it fast. I go to the garage and quickley get whatever paint and tools I can find. The paint doesn't match, but with it being dusk I don't think mom will notice, and she leaves at dawn in the morning. I gather everthing and have a pit in my stomach.

Within minutes it seems someone is back out there again. I look out my bedroom window this time, to see about four or five bicycles. I run out front calling Tommy's name as I do, and the vandils take there bikes and ride off quickley. This time there are more sign like plaqes all over the eve, also with not nice things about Jamie again. This time I remember just some of the jist of the wording. "Finally, Jamies gets what he deserves", things similar in content to that. I don't remember exact words again, but I know it's bad and I need to get it down. Tommy is there but I feel the pressure to paint quickley and get it gone quick. The thought goes through my mind that someting bad has happened to him. I am not sure if he has been arrested or died. I feel more like he died and don't know why his town friends, who is who I think those people were(bar friends, old neighborhood friends, etc.), would want to first disrespect my mom like that and second be glad ever if any thing bad happened to Jamie. I thought eveyone liked him.

I am in my room looking around. I can't tell if he has already died or if this was us just finding out. The fact that I feel Tommy there is odd since in real life he passed first. But he is there and I have a sense of security knowing this. He will be here with me even if Jamie isn't. He can help me with mom. And maybe he will get to the bottom of the vandals. He mentions he will change and be a non drinker, and I can depend on him. I get the feeling anyway.

My mom comes home. Doesn't notice anything thank God. I go to my room, crying, I want to call Mike he is working. I can't remember his work number. I can't dial. I am really getting worked up. I remember the mail. What if there is something in there that can explain all of this? I don't know where or how to get in touch with Jamie so it makes me feel as is they know something we don't, yet. So, I want to be first to the mailbox. I get out the mail, nothing real specific, but some very old photos of my Aunt Betty in a veil with a girl I don't know. My parents and a bowling team they were on.
My grandparents, more I dont remember. They are oddley in there though. No, envelope or anything. I go to my room. I look in the middle bedroom. The door iS half open. I want to see if Tommy or maybe Jamie are in there. A girl I dont know is in there.

I ask my mom. Who's in there? Who is that? She says maybe "Oh, maybe that goopy girl Tommy had here earlier stayed here.I look, there are two girls I don't know them. He nor Jamie are there. Tommy is gone now. Not dead just gone, he mustv'e slipped out.

I decide to get the pictures. I don't know what all this means but since I am afraid its all bad; I want to get her vibe from the pics.Maybe I think, "Dad put them in there, who else after all, would even have acsess to old pics like these."

I hear the screen door and I see Mickey Wetzel. He is here to tell her I can see it on his face. He see's the photos and knows what I was about to do. He is angry and nervous. Wht would I do that he asks? Who am I her mother? I am so upset I am crying. You should be here to help me. Telling us what's going on. You of all people. We trust you. What is going on?

My mom isn't saying anything, just watching us argue. I tell her about the vandals and what was written. Mickey wants me to stop. I am crying harder and saying, she is not the only one who is going to get hurt here. He is my brother! How would you feel if all this was about one of your brothers? I love them, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for them! Just tell me waht is wrong/! Where is he????

I see him all of the sudden. He is dark in color, almost black. He is wearing black. He is with black girls. About six of them. He is getting in a red van and going somewhere. Taking everthing with him. I don't know if he is coming back or not. When or if EVER. I am scared. I have noone. Tom's not there, My MOM is unemotional but I am crying. Alot. I want him to come back. I don't understand. I find a photo album in the front bushes and wonder if this is where the pics came from. I look and it is a Christmas album, Mickey says it is the drivers. An older man and woman.I don't recignize. I throw it at him, clearly upset I shout"merry Christmas!" sarcasticly. Jamie knows I am upset, but is still leaving with them. He isn't telling us anything. He wants to go. But I am trying so hard to cry and get him to come out and talk to me which he never does. They drive off and I don't know where they are going. I don't know if I should mourn him for never going to see him again, will he be gone a week or a couple of years, or forever. The last thought I have is maybe he will be gone a long time, but I might see him again, but then I will be much older. We will have alot of catching up to do. It will have been a very long time since I SAW HIM LAST. I am sad.

Edited on May 27th 2008, 13:13 by cntry

kttnmthkilla - Mar 15th 2008, 21:05 GMT

I am walking down a small set of stairs. Maybe 6 or 8 steps. The walls are a white cream color. The carpet is a brownish tan color.
As I step off the stairs and into the middle of a small rectangle room I look ahead into the short hallway directly across from the stairs and I see a small train. Not a childs train. But a miniature version of an old time coal locomotive on a railroad in the other room on the end of the hallway. I follow after the engine and into a circular area.
The first door I come to I open and look in and see a woman lying on a white metal bed with her eyes closed. Almost like a girdie. There is unrecognizable music playin loudly and a strange creepy feeling permeating the air.
Freaked out I hurry and close the door and continue following the track around the circlular path and to the next door. Same set up. All white room, white bed. Different music and there is a man lying on the bed eyes closed as well. Same freaked out feeling. I close the door and onto the next.
The next room is the same but with different music. As I realize its my father laying on the bed I wake up shaken with the same creeped out feeling.