Tell me about you dreams

Your nocturnal dreams that is.
Describe your most recent dream please. Call it... research.

This requires a touch of back story...

I've been having to get up around 4 or 5 am to pee pretty frequently lately but I don't fully wake up for a probably short and as yet unknown to me amount of time to do so. So I have these continuing dreams until I finally manage to wake up and go.

This morning I was dreaming I worked in an office. I was helping the head secretary put up the Halloween stockings but we couldn't decide where they should go at first. Then, when we finally did decide, we had a hard time getting them to stay up. This happened every year. And by year I mean every time I fell back asleep and started the dream over again. Everyone in the office was in new clothes and looked a bit different. I remember at least four "years" by the time I actually woke up.

i was dreaming i was in an episode of Being Human (UK). I was trying to get Mitchell to get out of the house so he wouldn't see who i had hidden there. i can't remember who or why... but i had just watched the entire series over a period of a few days, back to back.. Guess it took over.

My dreams tend to put me and my family and or friends in historical and or cliche situations. Last night, we populated a Wild West style town. I was both hero, villain, and myself wondering what the whole myself fighting myself meant and what inner personal demons were subconsciously coming to the surface. It didn't end well. My crush ended up coming in and killing both the hero and the contemplating versions of myself, leaving my villain self to ride off into the sunset with him. This is the sort of head tripping that happens every night. Titanic, stranded on a desert island, gladiators, mythology of various peoples, ect.

I generally have cliche Theatre dreams.

I think it was last week or something. I was standing on a stage in a spotlight in front of an audience (really not strange for me) and was screaming out these random words. I think I was doing a monologue. The monologue didn't really make all that much sense. I was talking about nonsensical stuff, and then I would have long dramatic pauses (probably much too long to actually make sense) and then I would change the subject. I would usually break into tears of sadness about happy issues.

i dreamt i was walking down a busy city street, talking on a borrowed mobile phone when i feel into a pool i did not see. It had fake waves in it, wasn't very big, but had couples in it doing some sort of strange couples therapy. i found the phone i'd been talking on, but was in a panic as it was not mine and probably now ruined. Then in the deep end i noticed my purse - which i had forgotten i had in the panic about the phone in my hand. The waves had pushed it down to the deep end. I swam down and asked permission from the instructor of the couples therapy class to dive down and retrieve it, though I wanted it, I really didn't want to dive down for some reason. Then some young man, part of a couple who was sitting on the side of the pool, just went and dived down and got it for me. He didn't ask for permission and seemed to inuit my hesitation. I was so relieved. Then i realized my iPhone was in my purse (which doesn't explain why I was using a borrowed flip phone) but the iPhone was fine and totally worked and the flip phone i took apart and was waiting for all the pieces to dry on a side street vendor table.

Strange. Have no idea what it means. Good luck with your story.

Last night I dreamt I was a Terminator (a T-800) and I completely abandoned the family I was sent back to protect.

I love my desk at work (it's large, in the corner, by the window, and no one can see my screen). The company is doing a lot of new hiring and re-organization, and we might be moving offices to a different location, and I'm really worried about having not as good of a desk.

So I keep dreaming about it. In one dream, they got rid of the desks of everyone in my office area and sat us all at a large table. My bit of the table was too small for my two monitors. In another dream, I had to move to a smaller desk that was in some area that was more like a house than an office building. I was okay with this because they issued me a Macbook as part of the move. In the last dream, I was given my own office, which I liked, but it was small and poorly lit and rather Brasil-like (I'm referring to the film, not the country).

So I was following my mother around, we're in some lovely sunny american suburbia, she wants to go and rob some 'derelict' houses, I follow her anyway, we look around some of them surreptitiously. In about the third one, my sister has shown up and they are inside looking around while I find myself keeping watch. I see Shrek's wife skipping down the road- we're looting their house apparently- so I sing the chosen song that was the warning sign for us to scatter (this is all coming to me as I go along)...Anyway the 80's ballad I'm trying my best to sing isn't coming out loud enough, they're still in there and Shrek is getting closer, and he's looking mean, so I decide it's hopeless and leg it, leaving them presumably to get beat up or what-not.

**I've no affinity whatsoever with Shrek, since the first one all I've seen is the ads.

Brasil-type office=cool

love the thread.

Mine contained a strange mix of people I know, people I've never met but heard about and characters from downton abbey...

might be related to my writing characters for the first time.

I've been stressing about not being able to do a trip to Europe that I really want to do, and my mother mentioned that she had a ticket to Italy for the end of the month that she couldn't use, and she wondered if I could change it to my name and change the date to when I wanted it.

So last night I dreamed that I called the Italian airline, and somehow in my dream, there was a split screen like in a movie, and I could see both myself and this blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman in a white airline uniform, complete with hat, on a black phone with coiled a line leading under her countertop. (Strange, I doubt blonde is a common hair color in Italy. Or am I wrong?)

Anyway, I explained the situation with my mother not being able to use her ticket (medical) and how she wanted to transfer it to me, and surprisingly, the woman said it was perfectly fine, and made the change. I watched my own face and hers, phones pressed to ears, talking and smiling politely through this process. I asked if I could change the date I was flying, and she also had no problem clicking some buttons and changing that. Then, pushing my luck, I asked if I could change the city I was flying into. She started having trouble at that point and started mentioning prices, and I could see her eyebrows furrow and her apologetic pout, so I told her not to worry about it; I'd fly into Rome as scheduled, and I was okay with that.

It went so smoothly, that I called the airline first thing the next morning, hoping the dream was a sign that it would be easy. No such luck; no ticket changes allowed. Psh.

I had a really weird dream last night... I normally don't really dream, but I think this noveling is perhaps tickling my imagination.

I must have been in some fantasy/sci fi land and I was the widow of a Christ-like winged hero who was slain in battle by some Sephiroth (from final fantasy 7) looking leader of evillandia who apparently had the hots for me. Throughout the entire dream, I was carrying a baby in my arms, and that was really hampering my efforts to escape the war and devestation. I got trapped in this big victorian style house along with some other refugees, and Sephiroth look-alike's evil army was killing off the refugees one by one with some coma inducing formula that they would syringe in with a needle. I was trying to hide anywhere I could: closets, behind the fridge, under the bed. But then the Sephiroth guy found me, and asked about the baby. I was freaked -- said I didn't know who the father was. And he accepted that... and left me alone and went to kill more people.

But somehow, he overrheard that I lied and it was the hero's baby, and that enraged him. After everyone else in the house was in that coma state, he came after me with a knife. He handed me a rope, too, so I could bite on it and not scream like a piglet. And then he stabbed me 3 times, hand, arm, and then neck.

The last thing I remember about the dream was floating up towards the sky, butterfly wings at my back, staring down at the shell of a body in the evil guy's arms (kind of like a cicada shell? does that make sense?). Anyway, the evil sephiroth look alike was sobbing, and I felt absolutely euphoric. Did I escape and grow wings like the Christ-like father of the child? Or did I die and go to Heaven? It was ambiguous, and I was left wanting to know!

Weird. Weird. Weird. I woke up... and after that I couldn't fall back asleep :-]

This, by the way, has nothing to do with my novel, lol!

Dreamt this a while ago:

I was in my old house on XXXX in Pittsburgh. It was bigger. I've been to this version of the house in my dreams before. The attic is huge. We moved out of there when I was eight in real life. My mom was still there, lt was like we had left her there. I was visiting her. I was there to see her, but she wandered around the house, and she wanted to work on her crossword puzzles. She ignored me for days. I got angry at her. She wanted my friends around, but not me. I tried to talk through it with her, but we didn't make any headway. I was angry and yelled at her and stormed off.

I was walking through the Pittsburgh in my dreams. It's greyer, and there are things in worse disrepair. I walked around for a long time, and I kept running into people, peers from my past, mainly from highschool, and seeing this one girl who I had never seen before. She looked upset. She was young. Maybe 18 to 20. I ended up in a conversation with some of my old aquaintences from highschool. We hopped on the subway heading downtown. The subway kept ending, and we'd all had to get out and walk single file to the next train. The tunnels were falling apart, and some were exposed to the sky. There way flowing water below us, and at some points it was splashing out of the rocks from broken pipes. There were points where we had to climb over rubble. I didn't have any cash on me, so I had to get off the subway because I couldn't get onto the next train. I saw XXX as I was getting off the train. I couldn't get her attention. She kept looking the wrong way when I called out.

I was alone, and I had things with me. A drink, a bag, a book. A newspaper. I noticed I had a long jacket on, and a few days growth of facial hair. I had been walking for hours. I went through clubs and shops. There was a nerf shop, with all kinds of nurf weapons you could use in a kind of arena. There was a shop with Haloween toys. There was a curiosity shop with vodoo stuff. I saw the girl again and I started walking up to her. As I walked up I caught snippets of her conversation. She was with another young girl.

She was saying that she had discovered that her father had a lot of pornography, and she was wondering if it was connected with his other issues, the way he treated women. I had no way to know, but I sensed a pattern, I wanted to tell her there was a connection. When I got up to her I told her I kept seeing her. "I've never seen you before in my life, but today I've seen you once an hour. Can't be a coincidence." She told me she wanted to keep talking to her friend, Ms. Henderson(?), the young lady she was with, to get her opinion. I told her "Suit yourself. See you in an hour." and walked away.

I grabbed a book and went to sit down at a table in the bookstore. I sat near a man with a Moustach. He didn't look quite right, and he was listening to an audio casset about Fourier sequences, patterns, and tests. The tape mentioned something about the pattern and speed of nailpolish drying. I smelled nail polish and realized there was nail polish all over the glass table we were sitting at. It startled and frightened me, and the fumes started to get to me. I got up to run. I heard a squeaking noise and stopped to look at the man. He was looking right through me and rubbing the glass table clean in front of him. The squeaking was awful. I tried to remember what I know about Fourier. I was getting hazier. He rubbed the table and breathed on it and there was a pattern! The fumes were getting to me. The lights were getting brighter and my hearing was humming. I wanted to scream. He wrote three letters in the fog of the table. I was so out of it I couldn't tell if he was using his finger or his mind. Three letters: SJC...

I said : "Great... Standard Something Coin?" but I was thinking St. John's College. But I knew that's not what he meant. The Man said "No... St. John of the Cross... He's what we call a stressor..."

Lightening patterns broke the world apart. My conciousness peeled back revealing a snippet from another life, another time. Confused experiences. Not arranged in time. Flickers of experiences. I woke up somewhere having fainted. Slapping of skin for a shot. I passed out again. More visions. Over saturated with light. Religious imagery. Man in white gloves. I am him. Cruel religious leader. Brutal images. Horrible understanding. Life experiences through time. DIfferent people. All connected, in a pattern. My mind was ruined for knowing anything else:

SJC.

Woke up frightened.

It involved zombies, that much is for sure.

To put it simply: having sex at the back of a funeral service with a Jedi knight.

I've probably had more recent dreams than this, but the last one I had that struck me as odd was probably more than a month ago. My family was going to dine at a nice restaurant, but my parents brought in their own champagne, in plastic fast food cups.

I had one of those intensely metaphorical dreams the other night...

There were a bunch of helium balloons in the street, and I grabbed a string at random (that curling present-wrapping ribbon). The balloon turned out to be a pink metallic cartoon dolphin. But the wind and the air currents kept pulling the string out of my fingers, further and further away, and I remember bending my hand around the ribbon and trying my hardest to knot it around my wrist. I remember thinking this is what they do to children, but it was the only way not to lose the balloon. It was imperative that I keep hold of that balloon.

The first knot was panicky, the end of the ribbon wrapped three times around the other and pulled, and the second was stronger, pulled around the part of the string which tugged at my wrist in the wind.

Then I woke up. >_> I think my soul was trying to tell me something again.

I have a dream journal. If you still want some, NaNoMail me.