Dreams

[AchtungBaby]

I dream vividly and actually remember a lot of what I dream, so thought I'd make this thread. Feel free to post any interesting dreams you've had! (I feel like this topic has been done before, but I couldn't find the thread. Apologies to the mods if this has been done before )

I don't usually dream about SK-related stuff, but in last night's dream I spent the day with Tabitha King cooking and watching movies. Dunno where her husband was. We discussed all of her novels and we came to the agreement that Pearl was her best work. I then persuaded her to publish some of the stuff she hasn't ever published before and she became a bestseller! A pretty great dream if I say so myself!

 

[CrimsonKingAH]

I don't normally remember my dreams.. and if I actually wake up during a dream and remember it, I soon forget. As a child/young teenager , I did have a re-occurring nightmare that I can remember to this day. Someday I would like to get it analyzed... it wasn't the normal nightmare kids have (naked, falling, stalker, etc)

 

[HollyGolightly]

I dream vividly and actually remember a lot of what I dream, so thought I'd make this thread. Feel free to post any interesting dreams you've had! (I feel like this topic has been done before, but I couldn't find the thread. Apologies to the mods if this has been done before )

I don't usually dream about SK-related stuff, but in last night's dream I spent the day with Tabitha King cooking and watching movies. Dunno where her husband was. We discussed all of her novels and we came to the agreement that Pearl was her best work. I then persuaded her to publish some of the stuff she hasn't ever published before and she became a bestseller! A pretty great dream if I say so myself!

What a fabulous dream! I agree about Pearl - I do enjoy Tabitha's writing. I fell totally and completely in love with Reuben. I'd like to re-read all of those: The Book of Reuben, Pearl and One on One.

I'm a vivid dreamer and most always remember them upon waking but tend to forget them as the day progresses. My recurring weird dreams that should be analyzed: my teeth falling out and being naked in public. I have those dreams about 3 or 4 times a year. Not often, but too much in my opinion. Last night I dreamed I was putting dried leaves in someone's bed. The bed was in an attic. Not sure what to make of that.

 

[summer_sky]

Oh, I have had a couple of great dreams that I enjoyed so much that I wrote them down as soon as I could after awakening.
I'm not sure it is ok to post my writing since SK does what he can to protect himself against being accused of borrowing another's ideas.
Or, is it ok?

I dream in color and when I get some really good REM sleep I can usually remember dreams and can sometimes know that I am dreaming when I am actually dreaming...

 

[summer_sky]

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Last night I dreamed I was putting dried leaves in someone's bed. The bed was in an attic. Not sure what to make of that.

Time to rake the falling Autumn leaves from the flower bed?

 

[Grandpa]

My dreams are really vivid, and I don't remember the vast majority. Sometimes they're worth remembering, but they just don't stick. And then a few you kinda wish you could forget.

The most common upsetting dream is the failure-at-the-job dream. In talking to my colleagues, it seems to be a shared experience.

A dream I had within the last few months was a doozy. Grandma had left early for work, and I woke up to the garage door opening.

I wondered why she was coming back early. She came in the room, talked to me, and I was getting out of bed and getting ready, but things seemed pretty strange. I woke up, thinking, wow, I can't remember the last time I dreamed I woke up.

The garage door opened, and I figured I must've dreamed that she was coming back early because maybe she'd called me while I was half-asleep, and it sunk in, in the form of a dream. She came in, and I got up, but things were weird. And then I woke up.

Okay, that was really unsettling. I better get on with my day. This will be an interesting one to tell others, if I remember it. Then I hear Grandma coming up the stairs, talking to me. When did she get home? And then I woke up.

Okay, now I'm frazzled, and I better get up now, and I start to, and Grandma walks through the bedroom door, and I yell and jerk myself awake...

For real this time. She was sleeping beside me, and the sheets around me, the air I was breathing, the rustly sounds of the world, were unmistakable. I got up and got ready for work.

No, really, that time I did. But I have to say, it was one of the weirder dream experiences I've ever had, and I've had some strange ones.



ETA: I remember when it was. The last Friday the 13th that we had. No, I'm not superstitious. But that was when it was.

 

[GNTLGNT]

 

[blunthead]

I dream vividly and actually remember a lot of what I dream, so thought I'd make this thread. Feel free to post any interesting dreams you've had! (I feel like this topic has been done before, but I couldn't find the thread. Apologies to the mods if this has been done before )

I don't usually dream about SK-related stuff, but in last night's dream I spent the day with Tabitha King cooking and watching movies. Dunno where her husband was. We discussed all of her novels and we came to the agreement that Pearl was her best work. I then persuaded her to publish some of the stuff she hasn't ever published before and she became a bestseller! A pretty great dream if I say so myself!

Were you in the kitchen? Don't tell GNT!

 

[doowopgirl]

I dream in color and usually remember them, but nothing of note lately. When I am stressed about something I lucid dream. That is I know I am dreaming, but I think I am waking up and therefore think it's real. It can be a problem as it freaks me out. After a bad situation with my sister I went about two months of badly broken sleep as I was afraid to go to sleep. I got help and learned to tell myself that I am in control of my dreams.Also to get out of bed and pee or get a drink of water or something. It was good advice as I haven't had a problem since.

 

[do1you9love?]

My dreams are really vivid, and I don't remember the vast majority. Sometimes they're worth remembering, but they just don't stick. And then a few you kinda wish you could forget.

The most common upsetting dream is the failure-at-the-job dream. In talking to my colleagues, it seems to be a shared experience.

A dream I had within the last few months was a doozy. Grandma had left early for work, and I woke up to the garage door opening.

I wondered why she was coming back early. She came in the room, talked to me, and I was getting out of bed and getting ready, but things seemed pretty strange. I woke up, thinking, wow, I can't remember the last time I dreamed I woke up.

The garage door opened, and I figured I must've dreamed that she was coming back early because maybe she'd called me while I was half-asleep, and it sunk in, in the form of a dream. She came in, and I got up, but things were weird. And then I woke up.

Okay, that was really unsettling. I better get on with my day. This will be an interesting one to tell others, if I remember it. Then I hear Grandma coming up the stairs, talking to me. When did she get home? And then I woke up.

Okay, now I'm frazzled, and I better get up now, and I start to, and Grandma walks through the bedroom door, and I yell and jerk myself awake...

For real this time. She was sleeping beside me, and the sheets around me, the air I was breathing, the rustly sounds of the world, were unmistakable. I got up and got ready for work.

No, really, that time I did. But I have to say, it was one of the weirder dream experiences I've ever had, and I've had some strange ones.



ETA: I remember when it was. The last Friday the 13th that we had. No, I'm not superstitious. But that was when it was.

Sai King refers to this poem often. I think it fits your story well.

A Dream Within a Dream
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

 

[do1you9love?]

I dream often and usually remember my dreams for a while. I have been known to be mad at someone for days because of how mad I was at them in a dream for something that they didn't actually do in real life! If I was talented and could write down these dreams, I'd be rich. Sadly, I am not.

 

[Pucker]

Most dream memories don't last very long with me.

I remember this one because it was a nap dream. I had awoken early and then gone back to sleep soon after. When I woke up, I wrote this down, it was so weird:

Jeff Winger is a character on a TV show: Community. In this dream, I am at his house -- not the actor, Joel McHale's house -- the character's house --for some reason . . . and how I know this is unclear. But it's a dream, so ... you know. I need to use the phone, and this is odd, too, because his phone is one of those old, heavy Bell telephones that you used to have to rent from Ma Bell. Some of you will know.

Anyway, I'm using the phone to call my mother. I don't know why I have to talk to her, but when I get her on the line, Winger . . . and then, suddenly, this kid I went to grade school with and haven't seen in 35 years and more (his name is not important) start hooting and hollering as if there is this wild party going on.

It has been some number of years since I have been at any party that could remotely be determined "wild," although there was a time when it was de rigeur. I am trying to tell my mom that everything is okay and I am not drinking again... these guys are just hacking on me, but I can't get any words out. I've got dream laryngitis. I'm trying to scream into the phone, but nothing intelligible will come out. This goes on for a dream length of time... and then I wake up.

Freud would have a ball.

 

[HollyGolightly]

Time to rake the falling Autumn leaves from the flower bed?

LOL - it could be as simple as that. We have many trees and many leaves just waiting for the rain to stop so I can get raking.

ETA: I remember when it was. The last Friday the 13th that we had. No, I'm not superstitious. But that was when it was.

Hooray - November will have a Friday the 13th in it. I love Friday the 13th. I turned 13 on Friday the 13th (at 3:13pm even). It's my lucky number - 13, I mean.

Are you using invisible ink again, Sai?

 

[morgan]

What a fabulous dream! I agree about Pearl - I do enjoy Tabitha's writing. I fell totally and completely in love with Reuben. I'd like to re-read all of those: The Book of Reuben, Pearl and One on One.

I'm a vivid dreamer and most always remember them upon waking but tend to forget them as the day progresses. My recurring weird dreams that should be analyzed: my teeth falling out and being naked in public. I have those dreams about 3 or 4 times a year. Not often, but too much in my opinion. Last night I dreamed I was putting dried leaves in someone's bed. The bed was in an attic. Not sure what to make of that.

I've had those dreams many, many times. Looked it up once, all I can remember is they symbolize feeling a lack of control (especially the teeth dream, I think).

 

[morgan]

The other night I had a dream that was a "first" for me. I was crying in my dream and actually woke up crying. I've started crying after waking from a bad dream before, but never was actually crying as I woke up.

 

[summer_sky]

The other night I had a dream that was a "first" for me. I was crying in my dream and actually woke up crying. I've started crying after waking from a bad dream before, but never was actually crying as I woke up.

This happened to me once... the waking up actually crying, sobbing and feeling a deep sadness.
It was a very unsettling experience and took a couple of hours to shake off the eerie feeling.
I hope I don't have that happen, again.

 

[CrimsonKingAH]

Do you have 'premonition' dreams? I'm not sure I would call them premonition dreams.. as they are always happening when I have them. Several times I have woke up screaming in my sleep (through my life) , saying something is wrong (and will say what it is).. and it was true.
For instance , one time I woke screaming my mother couldn't breath.. and I couldn't shake it off.. I was really freaking out, so my husband called my mother and she was not able to breath. We called an ambulance from our house and made a nascar race out of the two hour drive to the hospital they took her to.
Most of my dreams like this have been in connection to my mother.. but there have been others. Even people I did not know. This one was very strange.. I woke screaming " Jon Jon is drowning!! Jon Jon is hurt and drowning!!! I hear people calling his name.. they can't find him in the water!! " My youngest son's name is Jon, and we call him Jon Jon. My husband took me to his room to show me he was asleep in bed. I was so upset I could not go back to sleep. When we turned on the tv ... Jon Jon Kennedy had crashed his plane .. in the water... and they were searching for him ??

I would love to hear others that do this... ? It is a very freaky feeling.. and it is not controlled. I can't sit down and think on someone and know something is wrong. It just happens and I am almost always asleep. And it isn't often. Only one time did it happen when I was awake and that was again about my mother.

 

[Grandpa]

Hooray - November will have a Friday the 13th in it. I love Friday the 13th. I turned 13 on Friday the 13th (at 3:13pm even). It's my lucky number - 13, I mean.

I'm fond of it too. And I can tell you exactly why - it's my "in your face" statement about superstition. No offense to those who are superstitious. In fact, my dad took issue with my liking 13.

One Friday the 13th, a school friend and I were driving to a softball game, and we came up to a car with a flat tire. I pulled over to see if we could help, and indeed we could. There were two comely young ladies who were hoping for assistance. I got out their jack and spare and changed the tire while my friend talked to them about what great guys we were to help them out. No, he didn't do anything.

I finished up, told them they should get the tire repaired (this was when cars had five full tires rather than four tires and a donut), and my friend reluctantly bid them adieu. They thanked us, and one said, "It's Friday the 13th. I guess 13 really is an unlucky number!"

I turned around to show the the number of my softball jersey: 13.

True story. July 13, 1979, Lakewood, Colorado.

 

[not_nadine]

I dream all the time. Mostly they wear off in a few hours. Or, like do1you9love? and be upset with someone.

Worst, I used to dream that I was out all night with friends. Thinking, oh no - I have to get up soon for work. Stay out still later in dream.

I would wake up with a huge hangover, dizzy and sick and I did not even do anything.

 

[summer_sky]

Ok, here is my awesome dream... so awesome that I wrote it down so I could enjoy, for just a little longer, the deeply satisfied feeling with which I woke -

I was with a couple of friends (guys) and a couple of my sisters... we were out walking... enjoying getting across a beautiful country park and gardens.... seeing everything we could see before the end of the day...
we decided it would be better if we walked faster as we explored all along the way, so we began to trot.... then we began to jog... then we began to run.... it was fun... we were running and seeing lots of stuff.... getting closer to being at the other side of the park by the end of day when darkness would close in and we wouldn't see much of all the cool stuff around us....
I discovered that if we shed our clothing and shoes we could run faster ...(my sister was in her evening gown and heels??! lol).... we were running barefoot and free of constricting clothing.
As we ran faster and faster, the park filled with natural wonders..... we came to a pond covered in water lilies and I was running so fast I was in the middle of the pond in water up to my neck before I could stop....
I thought of alligators and turned as fast as I could and tried to swim quietly and very quickly to shore where I had entered the pond (even though it was just as far across to the unknown shore).....
All was well and I caught up with my friends and sisters....
One of my sisters said that if she braided my hair, I would be able to run even faster because it wouldn't get in my eyes and blind my vision....
I said "ok" and we took a really quick break while she and one of the friends braided my hair with beautiful pastel-colored ribbons intertwined (it looked great!)....
A wind came up as they were doing my hair so they had to fight it a bit but they were able to braid my hair with great success.....
We began running again and I was in the lead because I was running like the wind....
The ribbons dangled a bit at the ends and fluttered in the breeze as I ran....I liked it... it wasn't distracting at all, but like a challenge to get the colorful ribbons to flutter in my field of vision.... they looked like a rainbow and I was running along it...

I can't remember anything specific that happened next... except my clock radio went off waking me up to some unrecognizable hard music......woulda liked to have stayed running in that dream.....it was fun and I saw soooooooo much along the way.
Morning,
13 may 2004