Leave a dream, take a dream, discuss the meaning of tie-dyed sneakers in your dream… here’s the place to share and talk about your dreams as per the PDR instructions.
Your dreams. Please show me them.
January 20, 2009
The Second-Hand Dream Repository
Posted by stefficus under Dreams | Tags: Share your dreams |[22] Comments
January 21, 2009 at 8:46 am
Okay, dammit. I’m starting my dream journal again. Lucid dreaming’s the only way I’ll ever get to ride a unicorn with Neil Patrick Harris while my wife flies next to us. Unless you know another way?
March 4, 2009 at 9:12 pm
Careful that your wife doesn’t fall in love with Neil, should you actually pull that off. That man’s got enough charm to power a lighthouse all by himself, and if your wife likes blond boys (and who doesn’t? The ones that will always look like a puppy rolled in sugar are just plain trouble)… my point here is that you would have a great time, but if you get the Neil from that one sitcom, the one he’s probably sick of by now, because where’s the challenge when the ladies line up for the privilege of swooning at your entrance? – if you’ve got that Neil behind you on the unicorn, then yeah, he’s got his first in the air and technically he’s Whoo-ing, but watch your back, man. And notice who your wife is staring at.
January 21, 2009 at 9:19 am
I’m sure Neil’d be up for it – email him and ask.
January 21, 2009 at 6:43 pm
Last Night’s Dream:
Infiltrating an alien space ship that was poised to attack the Earth and triggering a device that stopped the attack. Then, later, on Earth, it seemed like whatever we did wasn’t good enough and the attack was still happening. So we had to do something else involving a secret weapon and a spaceship of our own.
January 22, 2009 at 6:25 am
The only dream I remember is being at work. Not a stress dream, just… being at work. Someone was asking me to do something for them overnight when I already had a project to do, and I was thinking, “Great, now I have to actually schedule my time tonight,” but I was nodding and smiling and not really worried about it. Just… work. Bo-ring!
My subconscious likes to mess with me.
January 23, 2009 at 3:08 am
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January 23, 2009 at 9:45 pm
My most recent dream recall is a short snippet from about five minutes of dozing while I was waiting for the oven to beep. It was a very specific shape – a square with wide, tapering stripes radiating out from a tiny vortex shape in the center – and a voice telling me it was important.
January 24, 2009 at 2:13 am
[...] Lucid dreaming’s the only way I’ll ever get to ride a unicorn with Neil Patrick Harris while my wife flies next to us. Unless you know another way? stefficus Says:. January 21, 2009 at 9:19 am. I’m sure Neil ’d be up for it – email him …[Continue Reading] [...]
January 29, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Last… time I slept, since I don’t really sleep at night, I had a lucid dream! Turns out that sounds more exciting than it is, but it’s a start, right?
It all started when Jenna Jameson showed up at a party dressed as a rifle-toting zombie (I happen to have noted that it was a stainless steel .270 (likely a 77 Ruger) with a white composite stock to match her dress, but that’s not really important to the lucidity). The dream was going on before this, and I’m going to assume the fact that this is the first thing I retained simply means that I must rent “Zombie Strippers” tonight even if I have to go to another town to find it.
Anyway.
At first, we all thought it was terribly witty of her, and she went into the next room where the keg was (…what?) and I went out into the yard with some friends. Then we heard gunfire, and screams. We all looked at each other and then everyone else decided it had to be staged. I decided “better safe than sorry” and started ordering everyone to their cars.
That’s when we noticed most of the cars had been stolen. That is one high-functioning zombie there. Go, Jenna! We swiftly concluded that, in the event of a drunken zombie takeover, piling a bunch of us into one car was preferable to being taken down and having our brains devoured. Besides, the cars were the only weapons we had. (Maybe that should have been my clue that I was dreaming, but I’m dense when I’m asleep.)
We turned around to where the other friend had been warming up his car. He was nowhere to be seen, nor was his car. As we watched, cars began to simply vanish.
Finally, I said to myself, “I must be dreaming this, so I don’t need no steenkeeng car.” I turned and flew off down the highway, abandoning my dream friends to their dream zombie fate.
The flying was fun, but for some reason I was following the road, and couldn’t achieve altitude above 15 feet or so – high enough to clear traffic but just low enough to head-butt an overpass. I remember thinking that was odd before I saw a big, brick house I wanted to explore. I told myself a certain person would be in it.
I veered off the road and wound up sitting in a truck in an alley, watching some guy unload a Budweiser beer truck. He was cute, but he was definitely not the person I wanted to see. I amused myself for a while driving around in my dream truck from the passenger seat, and met a most delightful gang of kids and their scruffy dog who called themselves “The Abby House Cullords”. No, I don’t know what it means either, and they looked like they had more than a passing familiarity with zombies themselves, but I took a picture of them even though I knew I was dreaming.
Clearly, there are levels of conscious reasoning available to a person in a dream state that only come with practice.
Shortly after, I got bored and woke up. Anyone who has read the post on staying asleep knows what happened next, right? Yep. A little bit later, after a most mundane domestic argument and trying to find my shoes, I woke up again.
March 4, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Congratulations. You just won the “Person most likely to kill me by causing me to laugh uncontrollably until I actually die” Award. Ouch. This may be good for maintaining a luscious stomach, but I think I’m starting to damage an internal organ or two. If you have a foolproof way to Stop The Chuckles, in the name of all the Roses or whatever is most holy to you, please hand it over.
Can you tell I’m a little nervous about…. what my life is going to be like soon? See citybagel for the explanation, natch.
March 5, 2009 at 12:17 am
Nothing is holy, Jules! *grin* Welcome.
(I’ll be stopping by Good Reads in a day or two, honest, I swear. Really.)
January 29, 2009 at 4:12 pm
Oh, and the dream from comment #4 up there? Played out almost exactly as I’d dreamed it earlier tonight. Somehow it wasn’t really that weird, but it WAS pretty much as boring as the dream sounded, if more productive.
January 29, 2009 at 7:13 pm
Whatever you do, DO NOT RENT THAT MOVIE. My wife and I thought it would be fun. It was not. Horrible, and not in a ‘so bad it’s funny’ way either. We stopped it halfway through. And we NEVER do that.
Just a thought from your friendly neighborhood Ape.
January 31, 2009 at 3:17 pm
Two days ago, I dreamed Mom and I were shopping and she said she didn’t like the looks of the tomatoes I picked. I bought them anyway, and as we were unloading groceries, she again expressed her skepticism re: my produce.
Yesterday, Mom replied to an email and link I sent her, saying “I know those were tomatoes in the picture (that accompanied the story), but it was still disturbing. You’re a very strange girl.”
Coincidence? Likely. Funny? You betcha.
January 31, 2009 at 6:36 pm
I don’t remember my dreams anymore which is probably a good thing because I think most of them are nightmares anyway.
This is a stark contrast to what my dreams used to be like. Almost all of my dreams were lucid. I never had nightmares because I was always in control.
I’ve had many flying dreams and they have always been my favorite. One of the strangest flying dreams I’ve had I had two small pigs with wings attached to my feet, flew about for a short while and landed in a swimming pool. Next to the pool was a kid watching TV and I remember having to sneak to get away from somebody….fighting a security guard and…..don’t remember.
January 31, 2009 at 7:42 pm
My wife and I were trying to have our second marriage, but kept getting stymied by someone who was trying to steal our thunder. And we had to keep running from place to place to get away from them. Then I was at work, kinda, and the one trying to fuck with us was my arch-nemesis co-worker (Ms. Smile-in-your face-and-stab-you-in-the-back McGee). And one of my two bosses (the cool one, not Micromanager Johnson) was there to set shit straight and put my nemesis in her place.
More or less, that was the dream I remember from last night. Damn. I want a dream recorder.
March 4, 2009 at 9:06 pm
Damn. Someday I’d like to be your Cool Boss. Sounds like a fun job. I mean, not if you’ve got a lot of Ms. Smile McGees in your past, because those ladies are the lowest form of female life, but I could probably take care of one for you, if you identified her upfront so that I got to skip the “Gotcha!” part.
February 6, 2009 at 5:47 pm
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February 7, 2009 at 9:34 pm
http://mindspoon.wordpress.com/tag/dreams/
That’ll take you to my own “Dreams” tag, which should include all my posts of that flavor thus far (no matter when “thus” is for you).
Clever use of Pages here. Good job.
I haven’t had a flying dream in a while… sometimes they are just hovering dreams, which are still pretty cool. Usually, it’s clear that there is a trick to it, that I know, but am not always very skilled at. Maybe it’s just the old “throw yourself at the ground and miss”.