Non-Cantr related dreams

[phoenixannwn]

I could've beaten my cat for waking me from my dream this morning.

1. DON'T BEAT YOUR KITTY! *grabs and holds the kitty protectively* Don't hurt the kitty.
2. That reminds me of a nightmare I had a few months ago (though it wasn't what normal people might consider nightmares).
You know my avatar the black cat? That's the real Snick. In real life, she's pretty fat (sixteen-and-a-half pounds). So in the dream, Snick was basically destined to die. There was some fat problem or disorder having to do with her liver and fat, and she was too ill to move. So a veterinarian came out, loved on her a little (petting and stuff like that), and gave her the first dose of uthenasia(sp?). After that I held her whle the lethal dose was given, and I remember the sensatio nof Snick's fur cooling and the shock of realising she was never going to come into my room purring ever again. I literally woke up crying, and when Snick came in, I headlocked her and sobbed some more into her fur.

BE NICE TO YOUR CAT(S). *nods*
I'm done now.

I've had some of those about my older kitties, and I'll wake up in the middle of the night sweating and crying and in a panic and they'll be outside or something (they chew a floor in the screen beside the patio, and we were just like, "Eh.") and then when I find them I squeeze them all tight and at first they'll be all "Dude chill out!" and then they're like "Buttrubbinzzzzzzz"

[Doug R.]

Thought I'd post this since Seko's in it.

The dreams starts in this cold, snow-covered semi-forested landscape where I'm directing a government crew recovering a UFO that's buried in the ice. I can turn it off and on with my mind, but when I turn it on, it repels all metal, so all the truck, cars, etc., get flung away violently. Apparently, the soldiers helping to recover the UFO were from GI Joe. I then instruct them to go through a new training program I've developed that involved taking psychotic drugs and fighting with, and defeating, your inner demons to make you stronger (Scarlett from GI Joe was running my training program - she's hot).

<dream transitions>

I'm now in Seko's house. (disclaimer - this is entirely fabricated, I've never seen Seko's house, or her parents). It's small, all the rooms are connected, and her mom won't let me close the door to the bathroom. Upon exiting the bathroom, Seko gives me a gift - a map of Finland, except it's not Finland, but two islands next to each other that could be Iceland. At this point, the whole thing devolves into a massive anxiety dream. I thank Seko for the gift, but I'm upset that I didn't bring a gift myself. I feel like a moocher, and cheap. As I get more upset, my clothes start disappearing. Eventually, I'm really upset, and all my clothes are gone. Seko lets me wear a pair of her Dad's long underwear (bottoms only), but I have no privacy to put them on since her mom won't let us close the doors. Cut to dinner time. I'm sitting at a table with Seko and her family, but the whole room is tilted about 10 degrees, making sitting straight difficult. There's a knock at the door. Upon answering it, there's about 15 burnt-out GI Joes standing outside, and some officer yelling at Seko's dad because the training program fried their brains (why they don't blame me, I have no idea). They're sent away, and dinner resumes. There's a bouquet of dried up, red flowers in front of my face that I ask politely if I can move aside.

<baby cries, so I wake up for about 15 minutes, pondering this>
<back asleep, dream transitions>

I'm in church. A priest from college is celebrating, and we're lined up to process in. Apparently, I'm supposed to read one of the readings, but I'm not dressed in a proper clerical garment (you don't need to dress any differently to read at mass, so this was weird). Apparently, it was supposed to be a wedding, but no one showed up for the wedding, including the bride and groom, but we had to have the wedding anyway with some of my college friends standing in for the bride and groom. I told one of the alter servers to go get me a garment once we get up front (another college acquaintance), but they screw up and go out the wrong door, so I follow them. Now I'm on Seko's back porch with some college friends. My one friend is conversing with a flock of gulls. I ask her if she's a "gull whisperer now," but I'm not surprised by this. I then exit the porch and am walking through the snow, and discover that the house is set on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast valley. Seko's dad declares something about the majestic view, and which I rush to the edge and fall to my knees in wonder (honestly, it was a nice view, but nothing to go weak-kneed over). Seko's mom then panics that I'm too close to the edge. Even though I was on firm footing, at her panic I slip over the edge and am hanging off the cliff. I start pulling myself back up, when Seko's dad panics, runs forward, slips off the edge and is hanging from my pant leg.

<baby cries and I wake up>

Definitely ranks up there in epic-ness, it's rare I have dreams this long, especially split into multiple parts. The fact that I woke up twice is probably the only reason I remember any of it.

[Indigo]

Dream studiers would have an... interesting time with this one.

[SekoETC]

I laughed so much my cheeks hurt. I could post some photos for comparison but then it might ruin it.

[gejyspa]

Can't speak to any part of your dream, Doug, except that the last part, the panic at the cliff edge, was no doubt simply a translation of your prolactin-soaked "daddy brain" reacting to your child's cries, setting off your internal alarms, but filtered through your dream. The baby had probably been crying for a least a little while before you were consciously aware of it. And yeah, the interrupted sleep of a parent of an infant is a great way of remembering dreams (although probably not very helpful in doing things like, you know, operating a motor vehicle, etc.)
-- Gejyspa, father of five.

[Doug R.]

I'm a very light sleeper. My baby wakes me up instantly. Even my cats wake me up, so I have to have white noise running constantly or use ear-plugs. However, good theory none-the-less.

[Miri]

That was... interesting

How do you do it that you remember your dreams? Are there any techs helping you train your dream-memory?

[Doug R.]

The first trick is that you need to wake up right after the dream (typically). After you wake up, you need to try to recall every detail of the dream obsessively.

If you think to yourself "I will remember my dreams" repeatedly when you're falling asleep, it will help your recall upon waking. Starting a dream journal will also help, but you have to write in it as soon as you wake up. Even 5 minutes of dealing with the mundane will wipe them out of your mind.

[Miri]

Thanks I'll try that

I used to do the reapeating thing when I was at school, but I've been using it to make myself wake up on set hour (myself, without alarm clock, so I would be actually woken up, not a sleepy shush-the-bell-up-you-silly-machine clock killing zombie)

[SekoETC]

I took a nap after school and in the dream, I was working at Pizza Slice again but everybody else was home sick, so I had to run it alone. Except it was a bit different. It was indoors in a big building, and there were also attractions like police vans and they had some guy introduce the police vans. And another guy was introducing how to do a horse training act. They had a cloth thing that was supposed to symbolize a horse's back, and he whipped it lightly to display how light you're supposed to whip it (actually irl if horses are guided in a circus-like routine, the whip never touches them, it just makes the sound that guides them). And the guy said just as light as you'd whip a person, and I stepped forward to let him demonstrate, and he hit me in the back even though I was facing him, and then I was suddenly facing away from him, and it did smart a bit but not badly.

Then somebody was saying it's 25 seconds until the customers arrive, and I think I was using a computer at the time and a co-worker was looking for me, shouting "where is Ilona?" and I rushed to the end of the building where they had the snack bar, and the first thing I did was wash my hands. There were chairs on tables and the whole place was all unprepared, but the ovens were running and there was also a cooler with cold sandwiches inside, and a drying rack with sandwiches rotating there, and I thought to myself those must've been there for a long time, the ones rotating on the racks must've been in room temperature overnight. But there was nobody around to ask if I should throw them away.

I also made one test pizza to see if the ovens had heated sufficiently, and they're cut into four slices. I don't remember what happened to two of the slices, they just vanished. The other two at the front edge had their crust fall off (the bready part around the edges, not the part beneath the toppings). So I ate one of them, and then a maintenance guy came with about four pizza pans in a stack and he said he'd fixed them for me, and then he took the remaining slice of pizza as he went away, without saying anything.

I think the pans may have gotten twisted somehow, although they're very sturdy, and that would make them require repairing. It's most likely a reference to how metal bowls in school tend to get all smashed shapeless because people stack them randomly in the cabinets instead of putting them inside each other in order of size. So the cabinet ends up being too full and somebody keeps slamming the door until it stays shut, leading into some of the bowls getting smashed shapeless.

[Abe]

I then instruct them to go through a new training program I've developed that involved taking psychotic drugs and fighting with, and defeating, your inner demons to make you stronger.

Funny, I watched Jacob's ladder yesterday.
And what I dreamed last night was very strange, but not something like one would expect after Jacob. I was just lying and I could not move my body. I remained so during the whole dream and it felt like a really long time. At one point I became aware that I was like a robot or a machine: there was a code, a set of rules that control all my actions, everything I ever do and there is nothing I can do against it. At that moment the sleep program was running and that is why I couldn't move. I also became aware that everyone on the whole word was like this...
It was a really disturbing dream. Fatalism sucks.

[Snickie]

Still trying to figure this one out. I had it on the 30th of June.

There was some conflict between my high school's band kids and… the French? And there was also another division of humanoids there (a relative few, mostly French; I was pretty much the only cat-blood on my side) known as cat-bloods. But anyways, we'd met up in the gymnasium of my middle school and were told to basically bring in as many of the other team as we could. So I eventually ended up bringing in the most French band geeks and stuff, and the captured were playing volleyball. Then at the end of the whole thing, we all had this concoction stuff to eat, and the DJ dude announced awards. Then one of the French cat-bloods got sick and started rolling around frothing at the mouth. The DJ then realizes that the concoction was actually poisonous to cat-blooded people, which made me glad I hadn't eaten it. Finally, though, after the awards had all been announced, I was mad because he had neglected to recognize me for bringing in the most of the enemy, instead recognizing someone who everyone else knew had brought in way fewer than I had. So I got one of the French cat-bloods whose name I knew to be Olivia, who had recovered quickly from the poison, to tell me the effects of the poison on a cat-blood, and I drank the last of everyone's. I then proceeded to collapse unconscious onto the floor and have a heart attack. I woke up in the hospital being told that I had been worked on for 15 minutes and that chances were it would take over 54 weeks to recover. The blood tests had been sent out a week ago, but I was allowed to travel the hospital in my gurney. So I went outside and enjoyed the mountain scenery briefly before I woke up.


Why do so many of my dreams involve hospitals and heart attacks and the like?

[Alladinsane]

You're just trying to get out of doing homework.


Freud would have alot of fun with some of us...mostly he would be wrong, but it would still be fun.

[Chroma Key]

I just woke up and I am freaked out about it. In my dream, I was pregnant. By the looks of it I was about 4 months gone. Not obviously pregnant but with a little bit of a belly that could be noticed when pointed out (or that's how I looked when I was pregnant IRL). I was wearing a nice dress and apparently I went to meet some friends from abroad, at the hotel they were staying. They didn't know I was coming and were very surprised to see me. They were having dinner and there was a woman at the table who seemed like she had something going on with the friend I was closest to. Displeased by not being told about her, I left rather hastily. Before I left, though, I needed the loo badly and tried to find it. It was on the basement floor, at the end of a long, dark corridor. I reached the door and saw some spiders there, which made me run right back. Now, if you've ever been pregnant, then you know that if you need to go, you need to go. It was most uncomfortable not being able to!
I left the hotel and looked for my car... And it wasn't there. I thought I could walk to a bus stop and get a bus to town centre and then walk home. I kept walking and got lost. I saw a few buses but they wouldn't stop. I saw another hotel and there was a party of some sorts going on. I approached the people and noticed that there was a strange light shining on them from the ceiling. I looked around and asked someone what the lights were. Someone said they were reflections and thus those people couldn't see me. I asked someone where the nearest bus stop was, explaining I needed to get to the city centre. Someone said it was nearby and why didn't I walk? I said it would be very tricky in my "condition", placing my hand on my belly, trying to make him aware that I was pregnant. Someone else was in a car with some other people. I asked himthe same question and he said they would give me a lift. I accepted and they took me to their place, instead. There were 2 guys and one girl, I think. They wanted me to stay the night as it was now too late. I got a bit hysterical at this point saying I needed to get home and that I couldn't stay out all night. I didn't have a phone, nor did I have any money with me, but thought I'd pay for the taxi fare once I got home. The girl said it was dangerous for me to get a taxi this late and anything could happen. I objected by saying nothing would happen and questioning why it would be dangerous just because it was late. Who would do anything to a pregnant woman? Lacking the facilities to actually call for a taxi, in the end I had to stay. I was really upset and the girl said I would be safe with them and it wasn't right for me to be so upset while pregnant. I resigned after that, calming down a little. They had bunk beds in their room and a sofa bed. They were very friendly and caring, and offered me the sofa bed, which they claimed was the most comfortable. I lay down on the sofa, quite pleased by their attention. I was feeling very drained and still worried that I should have been home hours ago, but kept thinking I'd get home first thing in the morning, even if it took me 3 hours' walk. The dream then jumped to my work, where my colleagues and I were discussing adoption (I was no longer pregnant). Our boss was out and it was quite a relaxed environment and a friendly chat. One of them was off for the day and she rang. I answered the phone and she said "I could hear everything you said before you picked up the phone. I told the girls what she said and we got so worried about who else might have tried to call and listened to our conversation. I said "Is the satellite out or something" and someone replied saying "Don't be silly, it can't be out". We were checking some cables etc and all seemed fine. Then the girl on the phone said that she was just joking. I hung up on her. Someone suggested we leave before our boss came back. Everyone was keen to do that as it was 6pm already (we actually work till 5). I said I needed the loo but was scared of going inside. My closest friend at work said she would wait for me right outside (How old am I, 4?!). I went in and checked that there were no spiders. The dream then jumped to my home. It was about my daughter which I cannot remember very clearly. My mind keeps going back to yesterday, when I dreamt about her again. All I can recall is that she wasn't very happy and that I was trying to cheer her up.
Not one of the really strange ones, but being pregnant, even in a dream, did it for me. When I woke up, even though the three dream had merged into one, that was the one I recalled best and I couldn't resist the urge to check my belly in that "just woke up and I am still more than half way asleep than awake" state.

[Snickie]

This is a mildly creepy (and by creepy, I mean weird) dream, which all of the ones I remember vividly seem to be. This was the night before last.

So anyways, it started out with my trying to be in the school chorus (in my dream, I had a full-range tenor 1 voice which actually sounded decent; in real life, I have the lower end of alto and higher end of tenor as my excuse of a voice range) and I had to pay this ridiculous fee to be in it, though. So then I spent several hours doing nothing but choral stuff, most of it involving the war chant from our band's Pep Pak (stand tunes during football games), as well as some more complicated piece in B flat minor, during which we were all lined up in a long line.

The dream transitions to our competition in yesterday's setting where we marched our show, except that it was this combination between this year's and last year's show. Most of last year's seniors were in it, most of this year's freshmen, and a girl I really don't like, P. So after we march, we're taken into what was supposed to be critique, except that it's at the bottom of this rocky cliff. We travel along it, and somehow we get in between two narrow rock faces with a ton of rock boulders wedged in the bottom. I keep finding these cool-looking stones and keep showing them to these two girls I know, KK and KC, and they were basically small pebbles no bigger than the palm of my hand. They looked natural on one side and had this really neat pattern on the other side. Then the colours in the stoness start to shift, becoming various shades of teal, pink, and brown, and I'm gently carried out from between the ledge by a guy I know, MM (a trumpet player), as the scene fades to black.

The next thing I know, we're in a large, white, classless room with a single window covered by dull white curtains. The only lighting came from the door to the hallway. Also inside the rooms were two metal, bland-looking bunk beds. The entire band was sitting in arcs on the ground (though not in order), and I remember another guy I know, MJ (a percussionist), and P somewhere to my right, P constantly insisting on high-fiving MJ even as our band director, RW, talked. RW instructed us to start crying and wailing on our beds (there must've been other rooms elsewhere) at 6:15 on the dot and it had to be at 6:15. Not 6:14, not 6:16, but 6:15. With that, he dismissed us to our beds. Mostly everyone filed out of the room and down the hall, and I was left to the beds in there. I took the top bunk in the bed next to the door and was lying on my stomach staring down the hallway as best as I could.

As 6:15 dream-time slowly but steadily approached, I saw the chorus teacher coming down the hall, and she came in and told me that she couldn't take me in chorus because I hadn't participated very much and hadn't paid the really expensive fee. I remember giving non-committal responses, and then she left. I lied there on the bed contemplating this, and then as I saw MM approaching my room from the hall, I woke up.



When I was finding those stones, I was on my back unable to stand up or anything. That often happens in my dreams, where I can't move or can't move fast or well enough (which usually results in either my legs being chopped off/runover or very close to it). Also, when the colours started shifting in the rocks, the exact shades of the colours made me think of a comforter I'd seen at JCPenney when I was there looking for sheets for my bed. I don't know how I made the connection in my dream… It was very weird.