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.
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.
March 3, 2009 at 6:33 am
I’ll start off the new page with a dream about zombies. Naturally.
I was at the hotel and people were running everywhere in a panic, leaving doors open and setting fires and such. I was wandering around trying to assess whether the fires were going to get out of control or if I could just leave them, when I found some kid who was trapped. I helped him get out by following some suspiciously helpful exit signs. I decided they couldn’t have been put there by the zombies (Wait, who? Of course there were zombies. Pay attention, steff.) so I investigated further. I found out that Grandpa and his friend, although too old and mean for the zombies to want their brains, had decided that the shambling dead were quite tasty themselves. They were living in the bowels of the hotel with a stash of rotting zombie parts, which the rest of us proceeded to wave about and wear on our heads and use as props for the elaborate musical dance number that ensued. The… crunching sounds were the most disturbing part of the scene, I gotta tell ya, and I say that as someone who stuffed a zombie leg down her cleavage to great comic effect.
Later on in the dream, there was Thomas Gibson and a broomstick and his art and me eating frosting and finding he’d worked on The Tick and trying to wash my hair and more singing, but that part just sounds made-up.
March 5, 2009 at 8:07 am
Last night I dreamed I was sleeping in my old room at my parent’s house. Every morning when I woke up, I would find a tarantula and a vinegaroon on my pillow. Just one of each, side by side, on my pillow.
The tarantula was a movie prop with giant pincer mouthparts and eyes that followed you, neither of which actual tarantulas have.
Retreating down the hall, it turned out there were cobwebs and other, smaller but no less horrible spiders, everywhere.
My mother and I argued over her lack of housekeeping while we battled the webs and crawlies down the hall with brooms.
March 12, 2009 at 6:38 am
More recent dreams.
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