Have any of you ever had a dream featuring Stephen King?

[SusanNorton]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

 

[Van Blaricum]

But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

Maybe it was like in the book IT when Eddie K. went into the locker room and then things got all crazy. Like the scene in the movie. Can't remember if that scene came from the book or if it was in the movie for dramatic effect but in the world of SK drain holes can be very scary... drainholes lead to sewers, sewers lead to Pennywise. Mwahahaha.

 

[RandallFlagg19]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right?

I totally see where your going with this.You complete your task at the office and return to get a shower, and Stephen is hiding behind your shower curtain with a knife, or ax, or croquet mallet, and someone has rudely used ketchup packets to scrawl "redrum" across the mirror, and then an evil clown starts climbing out of the sink drain.

 

[danie]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

I had a dream about Stephen King last night too!
All I can remember is that I was in someone's apartment, and SK was sitting on the couch. I started telling my husband that I was so excited to be in the same room with Mr. King, but I couldn't ever work up the nerve to talk to him. When I woke up, I was so disappointed that it wasn't real.

 

[FlakeNoir]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

OMGawd! You've described our day exactly!
(One day she'll spring for a real toilet... she promised!)

 

[blunthead]

I put some leak in mine the other night.

 

[Neesy]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

Sounds like a good dream (even with the social anxiety part!). Like Van Blaricum says - could be worse... (at least there was no Pennywise to deal with in the drain hole!)

 

[Neesy]

Andy makes a very good leek and potato soup

 

[Moderator]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

OMGawd! You've described our day exactly!
(One day she'll spring for a real toilet... she promised!)

 

[skimom2]

I had a dream about SKMB members last night We were on some sort of futuristic singing show (I think that part came from an episode of Black Mirror I watched the other day), and had to perform in order of how much we were liked. Grandpa had quite a nice singing voice (though he did perform in a sort of lederhosen--lol), as did Staropeace--can't remember the rest very clearly. Good lord *smdh*

 

[Van Blaricum]

I woke up the other day feeling like maybe Stephen King appeared in my dream, but I can't remember what it was about. How could he not after I keep reading this thread?

Last night though, I did dream that Christian Bale was my boyfriend though and he was big spoon and I was little spoon and as we fell asleep I said " hey babe, I just saw one of your movies. " He asked which one and I said " The Terminator one " and he said " Oh, I hate that one "

Lol. If I did ever have a dream about Stephen King it would probably be super lame.

 

[SharonC]

OK, I had a doozy last night, and if I'm going to share it with anyone, I guess this is the place to be...

I dreamed that Marsha (in the dream she didn't look anything like the real Marsha) hired me to work for the SKMB. She made it clear upfront that she was my boss, not SK, and that no part of my job would ever put me in direct contact with SK. She wasn't rude about it, she just didn't want me to think I'd be working with him. There were about 10 employees, and we worked in a large, old, spooky-looking house. Some of us (myself included) lived in a different part of the house, and just walked across a courtyard to the part of the house where the office was located. Anyway, one morning I decided to run to the office before showering or brushing my teeth, to do some task, and then return to my room to shower. So you know where I'm going with this, right? I walked toward my office and there, leaning on a counter just outside of my office, was Stephen King. I panicked, and was about to turn on my heel and run back to my room, but he said, "Good morning! We haven't met yet!" I shook his hand and didn't speak (I didn't brush my teeth!), and wouldn't make eye contact. I thought I'd just get through the awkward chat and run back to my room, but then Marsha appeared and made introductions, and I wouldn't look at her either. She then informed me that the three of us were going to take a walking tour of the property ("to show you around the place and give you a little bit of the history," said Stephen), and then get in the car and drive around Bangor for more of the same. Crap! I said, "I'll be right back, I'm going to run to the Ladies room and then I'll meet you right back here," thinking I could at least put some soap on a paper towel and brush my teeth with it, brush my hair, throw on some lipstick, etc., before the tour. But I ran into the bathroom and there was no mirror and no sink, not even a toilet, just a drain hole in the middle of the floor. I woke up all stressed out. What's up with that?

I would say it means that you should never leave your house unprepared like that. Never know what might happen!

 

[staropeace]

I had a dream about SKMB members last night We were on some sort of futuristic singing show (I think that part came from an episode of Black Mirror I watched the other day), and had to perform in order of how much we were liked. Grandpa had quite a nice singing voice (though he did perform in a sort of lederhosen--lol), as did Staropeace--can't remember the rest very clearly. Good lord *smdh*

I could not carry a tune if it jumped into my arms and nuzzled my neck.

 

[Van Blaricum]

Speaking of appearing in peoples dreams, there's these guys in MN, I think they're sort of a spiritual religion group, they are called Eckankar. Their leaders are called Eck masters and supposedly one of their core beliefs is that those who practice the discipline are able to appear to each other in dreams, but for real. Like, the Eck masters spiritual self will allegedly appear to your spiritual self in your dream if you just work hard enough on your spiritual technique.

If the Eckists beliefs in the realities of the dream world are correct, maybe Stephen King really does appear in some people's dreams

 

[skimom2]

I could not carry a tune if it jumped into my arms and nuzzled my neck.

Neither could I! lol

 

[GNTLGNT]

...in the dark...in our dreams...

 

[mjs9153]

I dreamed he brought me a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul..and turned it into a huge vat of chicken soup,which he proceeded to drown me in..you know you awful it is to look up through chicken soup,celery,carrots and onions,as Stephen laughs maniacally while clamping down on your larynx?

 

[Kati33]

It was a while ago, but I had a dream I was back in Maine on vacation and saw SK walking down the sidewalk. I didn't want to just walk up to him and be all creepy, so instead I followed him (as that isn't nearly as creepy as just walking up and saying hi, right?). He went into a model train shop and was looking around and then into an antique store where I lost him. The dream got really weird from there- and no more SK. I should have just said hi.

 

[booklover72]

I've had two (that I can remember). The first occurred when I joined this website and it shows how insecure I am. Stephen King, his wife, my mother and me are sitting in Mr and Mrs King's kitchen. Everyone looks 30 years younger-except me. The kitchen has brick walls the way they strip it back to the original. There's an old 1910's type stove and one of those old kettles on top. There's a rough wooden table.
'Would you like another cup of tea, Mrs Hammarstrom?' asks Mr King.
'Yes, I really like how you have done your kitchen,' my mother replies.
'Mr King, you know how in the Salem's Lot-'
'Would you like a piece of chocolate cake?' Mrs King asks my mother.
'Oh yes, thank you Tabitha.'
'Mr King, you know in Christine- '
'How long are you staying in Maine?' asks Stephen.
'Oh, about another two weeks.' My mother takes a bite into her cake.
'In the Shining-'
'How's Carl going Melva,' asks Mr King.
'For Christ Sake!' I get out of my chair, go over to the kettle, pick it up, and throw it against the wall.
'Your son is a very immature person.' Mr King says.
'Yes, he's not half the man his father is,' my mother replies.
'You can all go and get ****ed!' I say leaving.

Freud eat your heart out

 

[booklover72]

yes i did, i think he was singing 'glory days' with Brucie on stage in Dublin(Hint, hint, steve) then i joined them for a few suds and we were shooting the breeze about the god of rock(bruce) and the god Of books(steve) that's all i can remember. told my mate this and he says you are very frustrated aren't you