What is the last dream that you had?

[Grandpa]

I've had dreams every night on this trip, but a couple (I think) mornings ago, I woke up with pajama shirt all wet with sweat, the room hot, too many covers on, thinking, "It's hot in here, and I was making it not hot, and every time I sleep, the opposite happens of what I try!"

What can I say. It made sense at the time. Don't try to do so now, because I sure can't. The pajama shirt went sailing. No need for mental images here.

 

[bhill]

Falling....I hate those!

 

[grin willard]

Falling....I hate those!

In my mid teens I used to dream about flying. Just myself, no contraption of any type. Sometimes I'd dip down & hit the tops of tree limbs, and I'd sort of push myself off them back upward. It wasn't scary, although I've always had a fear of heights. As far as I know, it's never happened since I've been an adult. Funny, back then I was talking to an aunt about it, who was in her 40's or so, and she said she dreamed of flying too, and her dreams sounded very similar. I remember it more vividly than some things that actually happened to me!

 

[Mel217]

In my mid teens I used to dream about flying. Just myself, no contraption of any type. Sometimes I'd dip down & hit the tops of tree limbs, and I'd sort of push myself off them back upward. It wasn't scary, although I've always had a fear of heights. As far as I know, it's never happened since I've been an adult. Funny, back then I was talking to an aunt about it, who was in her 40's or so, and she said she dreamed of flying too, and her dreams sounded very similar. I remember it more vividly than some things that actually happened to me!

I love flying dreams and still have them. I had one a few years ago that I was walking in the field and a thought of flying came to me, so I started running and lifted into the air. So cool and very vivid. When life is in the process of sucking, my flying dreams are usually limited to running and not being able to run fast enough to get any lift so I just run in stupid little circles until I wake up.
I had one several years ago where a wind storm lifted me into the air and it felt like flying, but I had no control over where I went or how high I was going. That was kind of terrifying.

 

[Neesy]

I dreamed last night or early this morning that I was observing my son in a sort of school lunch situation. He had been buying milk in a bottle for a pretty young girl who obviously already had a boyfriend, as she was sitting with him.

I asked how much the milk cost [I was watching her ask for the milk] but yet I was still somehow able to interact with my son - weird.

He told me it was five dollars and I saw him pull out a five dollar bill then give her the milk. He'd been buying it for her every day for a week.

I think it was a reaction to how much much I worry about him being taken advantage of by young ladies - he is a real sucker for a pretty face or someone who gives him "sad eyes" when they want something i.e. money, food, whatever...

 

[Grandpa]

In my mid teens I used to dream about flying. Just myself, no contraption of any type. Sometimes I'd dip down & hit the tops of tree limbs, and I'd sort of push myself off them back upward. It wasn't scary, although I've always had a fear of heights. As far as I know, it's never happened since I've been an adult. Funny, back then I was talking to an aunt about it, who was in her 40's or so, and she said she dreamed of flying too, and her dreams sounded very similar. I remember it more vividly than some things that actually happened to me!

I've had flying dreams, too, always enjoyable. But I had a REALLY GOOD ONE in my college days that I still remember, soaring and swooping. It was just so realistic. I was thinking, "Why haven't I been doing this all my life?" Even when I woke up, slowly, from that one, I was trying to pull myself back into it, it was so nice.

 

[Mel217]

I've had flying dreams, too, always enjoyable. But I had a REALLY GOOD ONE in my college days that I still remember, soaring and swooping. It was just so realistic. I was thinking, "Why haven't I been doing this all my life?" Even when I woke up, slowly, from that one, I was trying to pull myself back into it, it was so nice.

I still eye that field and think "I wonder if I ran really, really fast...."
I consider those types of a dreams some kind of gift. I can still "feel" how flying felt. It was just so awesome and I always wake up mad that I'm doomed to be a ground dweller.

 

[morgan]

Dana Jean I had a dream the other night and you were in it. In my dream, you had two children who were in college. They were both very involved with the future of the penny, each of them activists for their particular side and would often attend rallies. You, the diplomatic parent, supported each child and no one really knew what you thought about getting rid of the penny. You went to the rallies for both sides.

I went to one of them with you (anti-penny - even though I don't hold a strong opinion either way!). We were in a Student Union at a university and the campus police had confiscated a bunch of booze from underage college kids. We talked them into giving some of it to us and we were drinking some kind of Sangria in a can! LOL That is all I remember.

 

[Doc Creed]

Last night I dreamed I became the caretaker of The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park. Not long on the job I realized I wasn't alone. Checking all the rooms I found not people but Furbies.

Spoiler: Furby

 

[GNTLGNT]

Last night I dreamed I became the caretaker of The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park. Not long on the job I realized I wasn't alone. Checking all the rooms I found not people but Furbies.

Spoiler: Furby

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...you are a very disturbed fellow...could been worse I guess, might have been Cabbage Patch Kids....

 

[Doc Creed]

...you are a very disturbed fellow...could been worse I guess, might have been Cabbage Patch Kids....

 

[Dana Jean]

Dana Jean I had a dream the other night and you were in it. In my dream, you had two children who were in college. They were both very involved with the future of the penny, each of them activists for their particular side and would often attend rallies. You, the diplomatic parent, supported each child and no one really knew what you thought about getting rid of the penny. You went to the rallies for both sides.

I went to one of them with you (anti-penny - even though I don't hold a strong opinion either way!). We were in a Student Union at a university and the campus police had confiscated a bunch of booze from underage college kids. We talked them into giving some of it to us and we were drinking some kind of Sangria in a can! LOL That is all I remember.

Well now, that sounds like a dream worth every penny! I will have to ask my children what their stance is -- yay or nay on the penny issue. Now I'm curious.

 

[GNTLGNT]

Well now, that sounds like a dream worth every penny! I will have to ask my children what their stance is on yay or nay on the penny issue. Now I'm curious.

...a penny for their thoughts eh?...

 

[Mel217]

I had a funny one.
A random man had glasses of water and was playing the like an instrument. (Example below)
I stood next to him and watched as a crowd gathered. When he completed the song, I picked up a glass and threw the water in his face.
Even in my dreams, I'm a jerk.
Then later I had this dream where I was joining a family in (I believe it was) India and we were going to some kind of event. We went once (I still can't remember what the actual event was.) I liked the family. They didn't seem to like me as well and told me we could meet up but had to travel separately. The family had a daughter of about 6 or 7 years old who took me via their route; I'd taken my nice, reliable, air conditioned car the previous time. This time, she took me on a very small raft down a wide river and said her family didn't dislike me but they felt weird going in my "nice car" and didn't want to impose. Very weird and it seems like there's a message there to maybe quit complaining and be thankful for what I have?

 

[Mel217]

Last night I dreamed I became the caretaker of The Stanley Hotel in Estes Park. Not long on the job I realized I wasn't alone. Checking all the rooms I found not people but Furbies.

Spoiler: Furby

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Heeeeere's Furby!

 

[rockerchick]

I dreamed about an instructor from my art college. I knew him for many years. He was a great mentor to me. The kind of person you never forget.

 

[Mel217]

I had a strange one about a friend who died years ago. She was upset and crying and trying to tell me something but she was so upset I couldn't understand her. The entire dream was me trying to get her to calm down so she could tell me what was wrong. The next day I got word that a young family member of hers had got into some serious trouble with the law. That, I'll admit, was a weird one.

 

[Grandpa]

I'm in the middle of a second long week of work, but we finished up today early, and I went to the hotel room to get caught up on the workload, got tired in the afternoon and crashed out.

I was only asleep for about 15 minutes, but it included a dream where I was part of a line of people, and we were trudging down the highway, pulling carts of something behind us. I was ahead of everyone else. It seemed like it was Highway 287 in Northern Colorado.

We were directed off the highway to a side gravel road. I took the turn, and as I started on the road, the load behind me got very heavy where I could barely pull it anymore. I turned around, pulling on the rope, and it came along. Turned back around to trudge down the road, and it was heavy again. I turned around again, and started pulling on the road, and my goodness, the cart was a few hundred yards behind me.

I remember reeling in the rope, thinking, "I've done this before," and, "What am I going to do with all this loose rope?" before I woke up.

I think my subconscious is telling me that I'm working a lot.

 

[Mel217]

This upset me so bad so I'll leave it here and after that I'll pretend it never happened and was never dreamed.

Spoiler: Not nice to read if you love dogs and cats.

I had a dream that I came into our bedroom and our cat (who is healthy, middle aged, never had a health problem other than a blocked uretha once that was fixed by diet alone) was dying under my sewing table. I was freaking out. It was SO graphic and he wasn't going peacefully. He was having seizures and flipping into the air, foaming at the mouth, etc. Immediately thereafter I was at a friend of mine's house who is a dog breeder (a sort of mentor even though I'm out of this particular breed for the time being) and she was away on vacation. She had a house sitter. A dog she owned that has been gone for years (who sired a dog I owned in the past, and I adored this stud dog) was dying. The house sitter acted like it was no big deal. The dog was extremely thin with a huge pot belly (indicative of liver problems from what I hear) and was weak and having a hard (read: impossible) time getting on his own four feet. I was delirious with rage at the house sitter for not calling a vet. I was trying to tend to the dog when moments later the doorbell rang, it was a pizza delivery person and the dog (true to his protective breed nature) struggled to his feet and attempted to stop the strange man from entering. I called out "(Name): Out" (Out = a command for a protection trained dog to not bite or to stop biting someone) and the dog came to me, struggling to walk and half dragging his rear end. I was bawling at this point in my dream. Moments later I was back home, and the dog that I owned that was sired by the dog at the breeders house (a dog I lost very suddenly, very young and unexpectedly) was in the same spot the cat had been--under my sewing table in my bedroom, seizing and dying and not peacefully. A few of my close dog loving relatives were there and one had him by the collar and was trying to keep him from seizing hard and hitting his head against the wall. It was almost like he was suffering an embolism. I was going INSANE and crying so hard and trying to call to this dog to snap him out of it. I called our vet in a panic and begged them to come over and put this dog out of his misery. The dog was practically climbing the walls in a panicked pain he could not escape, and the vet promised to be there ASAP. The vet arrived with several other people in tow. I begged them to come into our room immediately and put the dog out of his misery as he was getting worse, flinging and screaming etc. The vet (who is NOT like this in real life) was casually showing people around our business and home, pointing out little historical artifacts and making the comment "wouldn't you hate to be snowed in all winter?" (Almost time to re-read the Shining, and this has been on my mind.) I was beyond delirious and screaming at them to please hurry and see my dog. The breeder/mentor (again, NOT like this IRL) showed up and said not a word about my dog and held out a paper. She said, "I think you should consider this dog" and I was shown a picture of a dog of the same breed but of a different line, a line I do not care for and would never consider owning. I was shocked at her attitude, pulling my hair out, flabbergasted that she didn't seem to care that my dog--HER dog, a dog she had bred and cared for as a baby puppy--was going through all this. I don't even remember what happened at that moment but had it been real life someone would have been shot.

Later, a family member whom I have not seen (and don't care to see) for the past 15+ years phoned my mother and gave her a sob story about having no money and no place to live. My mother was giving off the looks like she was starting to feel badly for this person (who has made her bed and, IMO, needs to lie in it) and I was trying hard to keep her from doing something foolish like loaning her money. A friend I had in high school was helping me clean out and prep the buildings pantry for winter. I was telling him all this and there were a few other people in the pantry area that wouldn't stop talking. We (my friend and I) both yelled "SHUT UP!" as loud as we could. Then I woke up.
This, my friends, is why I find sleep utterly exhausting. It's horrible to wake up with that still in your head, dogs and cats or not, I still love them dearly. And having lost the dog in my dream so quickly in real life, and having known the stud dog for so long before he passed in real life, and having my cat being happy and healthy now but knowing he won't live forever just spooked me. The last dog we lost began seizuring a few hours before he died a natural death and this just creeped me the hell out but not in a good way.
:*(

 

[Neesy]

This upset me so bad so I'll leave it here and after that I'll pretend it never happened and was never dreamed.

Spoiler: Not nice to read if you love dogs and cats.

I had a dream that I came into our bedroom and our cat (who is healthy, middle aged, never had a health problem other than a blocked uretha once that was fixed by diet alone) was dying under my sewing table. I was freaking out. It was SO graphic and he wasn't going peacefully. He was having seizures and flipping into the air, foaming at the mouth, etc. Immediately thereafter I was at a friend of mine's house who is a dog breeder (a sort of mentor even though I'm out of this particular breed for the time being) and she was away on vacation. She had a house sitter. A dog she owned that has been gone for years (who sired a dog I owned in the past, and I adored this stud dog) was dying. The house sitter acted like it was no big deal. The dog was extremely thin with a huge pot belly (indicative of liver problems from what I hear) and was weak and having a hard (read: impossible) time getting on his own four feet. I was delirious with rage at the house sitter for not calling a vet. I was trying to tend to the dog when moments later the doorbell rang, it was a pizza delivery person and the dog (true to his protective breed nature) struggled to his feet and attempted to stop the strange man from entering. I called out "(Name): Out" (Out = a command for a protection trained dog to not bite or to stop biting someone) and the dog came to me, struggling to walk and half dragging his rear end. I was bawling at this point in my dream. Moments later I was back home, and the dog that I owned that was sired by the dog at the breeders house (a dog I lost very suddenly, very young and unexpectedly) was in the same spot the cat had been--under my sewing table in my bedroom, seizing and dying and not peacefully. A few of my close dog loving relatives were there and one had him by the collar and was trying to keep him from seizing hard and hitting his head against the wall. It was almost like he was suffering an embolism. I was going INSANE and crying so hard and trying to call to this dog to snap him out of it. I called our vet in a panic and begged them to come over and put this dog out of his misery. The dog was practically climbing the walls in a panicked pain he could not escape, and the vet promised to be there ASAP. The vet arrived with several other people in tow. I begged them to come into our room immediately and put the dog out of his misery as he was getting worse, flinging and screaming etc. The vet (who is NOT like this in real life) was casually showing people around our business and home, pointing out little historical artifacts and making the comment "wouldn't you hate to be snowed in all winter?" (Almost time to re-read the Shining, and this has been on my mind.) I was beyond delirious and screaming at them to please hurry and see my dog. The breeder/mentor (again, NOT like this IRL) showed up and said not a word about my dog and held out a paper. She said, "I think you should consider this dog" and I was shown a picture of a dog of the same breed but of a different line, a line I do not care for and would never consider owning. I was shocked at her attitude, pulling my hair out, flabbergasted that she didn't seem to care that my dog--HER dog, a dog she had bred and cared for as a baby puppy--was going through all this. I don't even remember what happened at that moment but had it been real life someone would have been shot.

Later, a family member whom I have not seen (and don't care to see) for the past 15+ years phoned my mother and gave her a sob story about having no money and no place to live. My mother was giving off the looks like she was starting to feel badly for this person (who has made her bed and, IMO, needs to lie in it) and I was trying hard to keep her from doing something foolish like loaning her money. A friend I had in high school was helping me clean out and prep the buildings pantry for winter. I was telling him all this and there were a few other people in the pantry area that wouldn't stop talking. We (my friend and I) both yelled "SHUT UP!" as loud as we could. Then I woke up.
This, my friends, is why I find sleep utterly exhausting. It's horrible to wake up with that still in your head, dogs and cats or not, I still love them dearly. And having lost the dog in my dream so quickly in real life, and having known the stud dog for so long before he passed in real life, and having my cat being happy and healthy now but knowing he won't live forever just spooked me. The last dog we lost began seizuring a few hours before he died a natural death and this just creeped me the hell out but not in a good way.
:*(

More like a nightmare - sorry you went through this and I hope you're feeling okay now