Sleepy Memories (Dream Thread)

[Orion Jeriko]

Just woke up from a nap. And I had a dream...

I was with a friend's girlfriend in my parents basement. I was to escort her home and also bring Nancy a abnormally thin, urine-stained mattress to her apartment. I was driving around in the city, and got hopelessly lost. Found myself in which resembled the Calgary Zoo...where the exhibits were closed, but thousands of people were seated around a pit which contained this murky tar. I peered in, and you could see the hands of small children slowly sinking into its depths. It was unreasonably quiet...except with each couple I walked by they murmured how "beautiful it was". A bearded man was in the distance singing folk songs on his acoustic guitar.
I am suddenly carless, and pushing the mattress up street after street...searching for Nancy's apartment. The cart is old and rusted, and I am struggling getting around with it. I come up to this massive bungalow which is housing a party of some sort...punk and goth adults were roaming the grounds inside and out. And hundreds of people were up at the fence to the house, peering in. After studying this for a moment, I turn the cart around where I pass by a handful of punks. After I get a few meters from them, I hear fast approaching footsteps, turn around, and see outreached hands go for my neck by one of the punkers...2 of them. As I'm hopelessly pinned down, they frantically discuss on what part of my body they should torture first. As I plead with them, I covertly grab my buck-knife from my pocket (an obvious connection, as Nancy found my knife today--which was missing for months) and proceed to first stab the one holding me numerous times in the face and eyes, and then the other one. I rapidly exit the scene, look back, and admired the two corpses that laid there by my hands. The party seemed to have grown significantly as people were lining the streets at this point...but they paid my actions no mind as they were all blankly staring at the party while the hardcore industrial music emanated from the house.
I continued to push the cart around...it is now very late into the evening. And the streets are labyrinths at this point. I approached a sign to figure out where I was, and as I was piecing it together, a car pulled up and I ran off for fear of their suspicion due to all the blood on me.
Cut to me at work...in the lunchroom...with my friend (who's girlfriend I was to escort). We were watching a movie on TV, being uncomfortably quiet with one another. I felt he suspected something I did with his girlfriend. Everything I said to him was greeted with a glare and silence. Then...he nods over to my immediate right, I look over, and see a women sitting inches away from me...staring at me, and taking notes. She asked how I was, in which I replied with "miserable...how are you?". It turns out she was the company psychiatrist and was ordered to follow and examine me and my actions. We went into lengthy discussion which I can not recall the details of. But as she was speaking to me, I noticed over her shoulder that people in gasmasks, and nothing but gasmasks, were very morosely walking the length of the lunchroom...up and down...of all shapes and sizes...children and adults. The psychiatrist (who resembled Nurse Ratched from Cuckoos Nest) gave me a "key to my safety" which I was to receive in an underwater bar.
Of course, cut to me swimming in another labyrinth. With each breaststroke I took, words formed...words I concluded were part of my essence: hate, misery, death, murder, despondent, etc...they came and went with the flow of the water in front of me. I come to the bar, meet the psychiatrist seated with friends, and we begin communicating telepathically. So, as she's about to tell me her assessment of me, I wake up to the phone ringing. Fucking hell.

Well, this is it. Very scattered. But, had to post about it while I still could.

[nom_de_plume]

i'm so glad someone got off their ass & decided to make this thread.
you're tops, graham. i don't care what they say.
so much cool imagery in dreams. murder...stabbing murder no less...& stabs to the eyes. interesting. gasmasks, underwater bars, misery forming physically in water that you're treading.
just lovely.
thanks for sharing. 

[Mrs Spooky]

K, this may be kind of short, but it's the last dream that really stuck with me.
I had a dream that i woke up @ 3am (i typically wake up automatically @ 3 (?) ) and look up and Oj is standing over me.  But his body is still lying beside me in the bed.  I ask him what's going on & he tells me that he can astrally project himself now & it's really awesome.  Then I fall back asleep.

[Orion Jeriko]

i'm so glad someone got off their ass & decided to make this thread.
you're tops, graham. i don't care what they say.
so much cool imagery in dreams. murder...stabbing murder no less...& stabs to the eyes. interesting. gasmasks, underwater bars, misery forming physically in water that you're treading.
just lovely.
thanks for sharing. 

I'd say 75% of the violence in my dreams is knife-related. It's always very messy, and incredibly realistic. I could explain in great detail every nuance of slipping a knife blade into the body of another human.

Had another one last sleep...but, got to this thread too late to note any significant details. All I recall is desperately eating-out the asshole of some red-headed broad who appeared to be 14' tall...and her indifference to my efforts on her asshole, but kept reassuring me that despite my incompetence, she enjoyed the fact that I was lapping at her brown-spider like a pathetic dog in heat.
Murder was also included in this dream...but, I don't have much recollection. I just know that I was shooting at police. Probably inspired by the fact that I was playing Mafia II prior to bed.

[ghosTea]

The problem with explaining dreams is how fucking hard it is, people and places are interchangeable at any moment, scenery can be vague or unexplainable. I seldom have dreams that deal with scenarios that are simple enough to explain, people will tell me about dreams involving social situation with people they know, with very little deviation into fucked up or confusing imagery.

It has been awhile since I had a "profound" dream but if I do I'll try to post on in here...

For the last two days though I've had very little sleep, as soon as i doze off I start to go into a nightmare. Lately it has been someone in my room or looking at me through my window, so I have a moment of terror, and then jerk myself awake,stay awake for about half an hour or so, and repeat.

it has been a long time since I've had a long drawn out nightmare because I am able to wake myself up 90% of the time, as soon as it starts.

[ghosTea]

Graham, you mentioned knives as a reoccurring theme, are there any other themes that show up often? If anyone else wants to jump in I'd be interested.


As a kid I use to often dream of losing all energy, the simplest tasks would become nearly impossible as others would pass me without noticing or caring. That theme does not come up anymore.

Over the past few years I've had dreams where I'm working in a warehouse and it's miserable, these are never really nightmares but I always hate my coworkers, and am bad at the job I'm trying to accomplish. Relying on others to tell me how to do the simplest task, as they look on and judge me.. i find this odd, because it has been over 6 years since I last worked in a warehouse, and nothing really bad happened to me when I did. So i don't know why it takes place in a warehouse scenario, but it always does, I never dream of the office.

most nightmares involve the feeling of loneliness.

In the past three years I've dreamt a lot about alien cultures forcing humans into doing the most mundane tasks which make no sense in a productive sense for either party. with a small handful of humans or aliens conscious as to what is going on. I have a dream about once every two months which is a variation on this theme..

[Skitliv]

I have a recurring nightmare where I am in lockjaw. My teeth are so clenched down that I think they will shatter. The worst is being half asleep and conscious of this, like i'll never be able to open my mouth again, being able to think and fear.

I also dream alot about my workplace, in the butchers. There's always alot of blood, meat, torture and massive knives. Sometimes there's a mad butcher and sometimes the butcher is me.

And my final recurring place is a DVD store, and I can find all the movies I desire on the shelves.. that's a good dream.

[nom_de_plume]

I have a recurring nightmare where I am in lockjaw. My teeth are so clenched down that I think they will shatter. The worst is being half asleep and conscious of this, like i'll never be able to open my mouth again, being able to think and fear.

for YEARS as a child i had a similiar nightmare. i'd wake up in the middle of the night, teeth clenched & convinced i was going to bust them out of my head.....being 1/2 asleep...i would try to open my mouth & couldn't....& i couldn't figure a way to open my mouth without putting enormous strain on them. it was HORRIBLE!
i was so afraid i would lose my teeth because i would be in almost near-panic....when i got older, i would relax...know it was a dream...& try to settle & then slowly unclench my jaw...
but those younger years....i'm amazed i didn't lose a few teefers.
*shiver*

totally stress related (atleast mine) haven't had one since i was...16. thank fucking god. can't swing that shit.

[nom_de_plume]

dreamed about chris last night. we lived together, but i was moving out in a few days...we lived in a house i used to live in in Columbus, a huge old victorian. the place was sparsely decorated (which is the exact opposite of reality) & we were getting along really well. knowing that i was leaving we decided to make the most of it & buy a big bag of dope & a bunch of alcohol & just get pickled.
cut to: me reaching into an ice cold fridge & having a million bottles of liquor to choose from. i pull out a bottle that's 1/2 empty & frosty & inviting. the liquid is light blue.

cut to: raging snowstorm & i'm at the house i grew up in. my cousin is there only he's thinner & all emo looking. a big group of his friends are there & they're all  twenty-something & hip & annoying & i hate them. i keep avoiding them but the girls keep rubbing their tits on me when they walk by.
i know they're just trying to get me to do something, so i continue drinking & stewing about my hatred for them all.

i've got a really cool extra large designer bag & i keep digging in it looking for my cell phone....i finally find it & keep trying to get a ride out of there, but no one has a 4x4 & i need it to get back to chris's.

i'm in the garage on the phone & i see a few girls i went to high school with. i don't talk to them. they have kids & talk non-stop about stupid shit. the kids have 3 small mice & a bear cub as pets. i remember the one mother saying something like..."the bear cub is like boogers....you're always trying to find a place to put it"

cut to: i'm in a creek. it's warm & i'm hiding from all of those people that were at my old house. i wake up jumping from muddy bank to muddy bank, occasionally having to go underwater to avoid detection.

[nom_de_plume]

this thread should be titled "Nocturnal Emissions"...sounds more up to our standards.

had this weird dream that i've only got pieces of....i was with my friend Gerald (flaming queen) & we were riding these tiny little bikes...almost like big wheels...on cobblestone streets...uphill & down....we stopped @ a really old creepy house. it was covered in cobwebs & old clothes were hanging on the back deck & there was filth everywhere.
somehow we were stuck @ this house for awhile because the next area we had to move through was a giant grocery store that wasn't in like...it's own building...it just engulfed the area. incorporating apt buildings, houses, back alleys, etc into it's landscape.

we ditched the bikes & were moving thru a back alley that was a butcher shop. kinda. meat was coming in, being hung, chopped...the smell of blood & metal was all over the place.
i saw a small stone cubby-hole in the wall & there were bottles of pills in it. i stole one.
i was scared cause the big, fat, & very mean looking butcher kept eyeballing me. i thought i would get busted for taking the pills.

cut to: i'm at some girls house from high school. i never liked her. she had a huge party & for some reason i was there.

cut to: i'm downtown of a major city, sitting in a leather recliner with some wall-street type guy & my cousin on the other side of him. i have a tv remote & i keep changing the channels on the tv that's just images on a mirrored building. my cousin is pissed cause i won't keep it on one channel long enough. i tell her to shut up cause it's 10pm & i'll be going to bed within the hour.

cut to: i got a "promotion" & im working as some secretary/ home room monitor. some trashy girl skipped school & gave me a handwritten note from her mom saying that she was sick. the note was in an envelope that had a syringe & a dirty hose in it.
next thing i know, i turned into a man who looked like a combo of Savini & Saxon & started roughing some kids up cause they were troublemakers.

who fuckin knows.

[Metapher]

I was at a supermarket in the isle. There was a horse there that scared me. There was also a dog there. The horse bit a hole in the dogs throat and then I bit the dog in the tongue. It was all kinda comical really, cause the dog didn't get hurt

[Skitliv]

You Swedes have a very close relationship with your animals, huh?

[nom_de_plume]

You Swedes have a very close relationship with your animals, huh?

 

[digitalartery]

Had a dream the other night of me talking to myself and I was telling myself what a despicable piece of shit I am.

[nom_de_plume]

Had a dream the other night of me talking to myself and I was telling myself what a despicable piece of shit I am.

that sounds decidedly like something that would be more up my brain alley....possibly graham's.

i assumed all of your dreams revolved around sluts of one flavor or another.