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    • CommentAuthorRenThing
    • CommentTimeJan 12th 2012
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    I've actually had the "showed up to school and forgot your pants" dream. I remember huddling in the bathroom, begging someone to get me some pants.
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      CommentAuthorAlan Tyson
    • CommentTimeJan 12th 2012 edited
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    You know, whenever I have that dream, I'm always the one who notices that I'm not wearing any pants. My (quite thoroughly pantsed or skirted) teachers and peers never point it out.
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    @StefanJ - Finger puppet performance anxiety!


    One of the most disturbing dreams I've had, in the sense of 'I have no idea where the HELL that came from and it scares me', was being on a sofa comforting a sobbing Homer Simpson while Marge was being gangbanged by dozens of grey skinned cavemen. I think she waved at him at one point.
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      CommentAuthorcurb
    • CommentTimeJan 13th 2012
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    @Beamish Heh, I know that feeling - nothing like a nice action adventure dream. Personally, I have a particularly fond memory of smashing up Nazis with a mace.

    My experience is a little similar to @JP Carpenters, and it left me feeling truly disturbed. In the dream, I had a series of cracks in my skull, which I could feel whenever I ran my fingers across my scalp. They felt deep, but I was too frightened to probe them in case my brain would get damaged. For weeks after that dream, I braced myself every time I washed my hair, just in case I found a crack.

    A question to you all, if I may? On the odd occasion I dream of fighting with somebody, I always find that the fights take place as if we're underwater. No matter how hard either of us swings, it's impossible to land a firm blow. Even when someone does get hit with something that should do them serious harm, most of the time it doesn't seem to affect them at all. Has anyone else experienced this?
    • CommentAuthorMrMonk
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012
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    @curb Whenever I would want to move quickly in a dream, it always turned into slow motion. Very sluggish and hard to move, and always with little impact on the action.

    About this time last year, I dreamed that I was driving one of the women of Whitechapel to Montreal in one of those oversized vintage cars, going slowly through back roads and quaint towns. I got annoyed because she kept fiddling with the radio presets and complaining that I wouldn't let her smoke. She also sang along with the radio because she knew the words to every song that she came across. We wound up arguing about the smoking. Throughout the dream, I never questioned why we were going to Montreal or why we were going there together, since we had never met. I did wonder where I had gotten the car and how I was going to return it to the owner.
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      CommentAuthorGreasemonkey
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012 edited
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    The sluggish sensation we feel during dreams is due to sleep paralysis. Our brains disable most of the motor commands to our muscles so we don't violently thrash around during our dreams, and we're able to feel the effect at a subconscious level. Sleep paralysis is also responsible for some alien abduction delusions, where a sleeper partially awakens and is unable to move.
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    I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do they tend to be really vague and unfocused - even immediately after waking up. The main exception is nightmares which for me typically take the form of something huge, massive and destructive (a cluster of tornadoes, a tsunami, a giant monster such as Godzilla/Gojira) tearing the landscape apart while hunting me down. Specifically hunting me, as if I've got some kind of homing beacon in my skull. No matter where I run or hide these vast, supposedly impersonal forces are out to get me, for no reason I can comprehend.

    In the rare non-nightmare dream that's not a vague, muddled, mess I can often fly. However it usually requires me to stick my fists in my armpits and continually waggle my arms like I'm doing the birdie dance. Then, once airborne, I usually crash into power lines.

    Finally I'll sometimes have the opposite of nightmares. A clear, vivid dream where everything is fantastic, all the problems in my life are solved and I'm deliriously happy. Then I wake up and have to deal with stupid, crushing reality. Frankly I'd rather have the Gojira dream again...

    The only conclusion that I can draw is that my subconscious really hates me :)
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      CommentAuthorizenmania
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012
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    Did you ever have the one where you got chased down the beach by a man-sized lobster? No? Just me, then.

    I suppose it wasn’t that odd. Lobster aside, it’s an old classic. The failed run, pumping your legs as mad as anything, but you just. Can’t. Go. The sand gums up the works, and the lobster is gaining.

    The lobster is always gaining.

    My family could run. A dash to the top of the dune, and then they watched, as the lobster closed, clickety clack go the claws.

    A dream like a riddle. How do you run without running? How do you flee with your feet gummed in the sand?

    That’s about when I dove into the side of the hill and rocketed down a slide, feet striking a skateboard buried in a cavern deep, momentum driving me up the other side and into the sky.

    Not entirely how I expected that one to end.
    • CommentAuthorMrMonk
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012 edited
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    Here's another one; not so much a dream as a recurring place in a number of dreams.

    A number of my dreams have taken place in and about an old house, typical of the 4-room, working-man's homes of the 1930's, except that it also has an unfinished upper floor. There is a recent addition on the back, which I've seen from the outside, but never entered. It smells of recently-cut wood. The house is on the side of a steep rocky hill, with the road passing about 15-20 feet below it. There are neighboring houses on either side, but I haven't seen any sign that they are inhabited. On the other side of the road, and further downhill, is some flat, wet land with a few abandoned buildings and open foundations. There is a wide river on the far side. An abandoned concrete dock extends into the river, and there are buildings and boat docks on the other side. No boats, never a boat on this river. I can see all of this from my house. In some dreams, there is a strong smell of diesel coming from the direction of the river. An old pickup or a tractor trailer will occasionally pass by on the road below.
    • CommentAuthorMrMonk
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012
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    @izenmania No lobster for me. When I was a kid, I had dreams about being chased by a giant spider in a top hat.
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      CommentAuthoroldhat
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012
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    Sexiest dream I've had: Patrick Stewart and I, as Ghostbusters, fucking in ECTO-1.

    Other dream that, if anyone knows anything about dream interpretation, I'd appreciate some insights.

    I'm outside on the front yard of my house. It's night time. The old oak tree, which was cut down long ago, is there. There's a specific branch that looks like it's almost attached to a cut power line. Sparks are shooting out of its tip. It's looking dangerous. Near the tree on my right I see something burning and moving frantically. I go to get a closer look, thinking it might be one of the many stray cats in my area that happened to get a spark on its fur. When I look I notice that it's a turtle, on its back frantically trying to get upright while the flames surround it. After a few seconds it stops dead, the flame still charring it, bits melting off of it. I look around the yard and notice little dark rocks around the area with smoke coming out of them. I pick them up and realize they're half burned bits of turtle. One of the bits, a head, is fixed in to what looks like a scream.
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      CommentAuthorFishelle
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012
     (10440.32)
    I remember a lot of my dreams. I often dream of playgrounds. Slightly less often of movie theaters, usually trying to find a seat midway through a film. My dreams will vary from mundane to ludicrous. Last night I dreamed I was doing a drawing, some homework that still needs to be done. I once dreamed I rode a bike across the pacific ocean to save Elizabeth Smart.
    I feel like if I start describing dreams on this thread I will not stop. So I'll just leave it at that.
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      CommentAuthorAlan Tyson
    • CommentTimeJan 16th 2012 edited
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    I've been falling asleep to voices for as far back as I can remember. I started with those Read-Along Disney cassette tapes (which you could play on an eerie-as-hell felt-covered Mickey Mouse tape player that would move the mouth and eyes whenever "Mickey" spoke on the tape), then moved on to books on tape. When I grew up a bit, I moved on to radio drama, mostly thanks to my inheriting my Grandad's vast collection of The Shadow on tapes and CDs, and when the Audiobook Revolution hit, I gobbled up anything that was unabridged and had a decent reader.

    Anyway, I've always been comforted by voices as I'm drifting off to sleep. I think my caveman brain chooses to interpret George Guidall, or James Marsters, or whoever's doing the reading, as the presence of at least one other caveman, who will wake me if, say, a direwolf decides to come knock over our cave furniture, and therefore it is safe to go to sleep. I take such comfort from this, in fact, that I often cannot sleep in silence.

    This has resulted, a few times, in me actually dreaming parts of a book or drama... not often, but occasionally, as an active participant. I have been one of the kids trying to rid Derry, Maine of an evil shapeshifting clown; I have been The Red Panda, Canada's Greatest Superhero (or at least I've jumped rooftops with him and The Flying Squirrel). I have even been onboard a starship as its fusion drive ruptures, my atoms scattered out into the stars. I remember these dreams far better, naturally, than any dreams I might have come up with on my own.

    Fittingly, I'm just about to turn on an audiobook (the 10th Anniversary Edition of American Gods) and hit the hay...
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      CommentAuthorcurb
    • CommentTimeJan 17th 2012
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    @Greasemonkey - Cheers for the explanation, chap!
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    I too have had the pantless dream often, except in my dream I'm wearing only tightie-whities. It's a super annoying dream too, because I'm always at school (well past that age now), I always notice I'm in third-grade underwear and leave school to change, physically put on articles of clothing bit by bit in-dream, go back to school, and then look down and see that I am back in my tightie-whities. As if my subconscious is saying, "No, fuck YOU, you wear these underpants!"
    • CommentAuthorFlabyo
    • CommentTimeJan 17th 2012
     (10440.36)
    I get all the rubbish common ones like 'all my teeth are falling out' and 'i didn't study for a test'.

    One thing that is a little odd is that in many of my dreams I live in a particular house. It's not one I've ever been to in life, but in my dreams it's mine and I've lived there for years. I don't think it's a real place. I know the details of it intimately though, and quite often I wake up wondering why I'm not in that house...
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    @curb - yer welcome
    • CommentAuthorStefanJ
    • CommentTimeJan 17th 2012
     (10440.38)
    Greasemonkey notes:
    Sleep paralysis is also responsible for some alien abduction delusions, where a sleeper partially awakens and is unable to move.


    "Hypnogogic Dreams", they're called.

    The last couple of times I had these, I was able to figure out what they were in situ.

    So, I was able to ignore, or at least feel exasperated impatience with, the imaginary vague-faced thing standing in my room in one case, and feel somewhat embarrassed at imagining the troupe of SCA types dancing around and spraying water at the wilderness cabin where I was staying.
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      CommentAuthorGreasemonkey
    • CommentTimeJan 17th 2012 edited
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    "Hypnogogic Dreams", they're called.

    I didn't know they were called that.

    I've never had that exact experience, but I've had nightmares where I've known I was dreaming and tried to make myself wake up. Actually managed to open my eyes while still asleep, but couldn't move.
    • CommentAuthorRenThing
    • CommentTimeJan 17th 2012
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    A few years ago I was at a camp site in Washington during one of the coldest parts of that year. The cabins, little more than over-grown shacks, had a wall heater as a small consolation but were still drafty as fuck. To keep from freezing we plugged up as many holes as we could find with paper and then wore our normal layer of clothes to bed, which worked well until Saturday night when someone cranked the wall heater up to somewhere on the dial between Mohave and Heart of the Sun. The heat from the heater, combined with the few blasts of cold air, lack of sleep the previous night, and bad eating and drinking all combined to make it so that I half-woke up in the middle of a dream/hallucination. Thankfully, I recognized what it was (it'd happened before) and I stumbled down out of my bunk without killing myself, turned down the thermostat, and went outside to cool down. I was sitting on the cabin steps when my friend Greg came out and sat down next to me. A few moments later we had the following conversation:

    Me: Overheated?
    Greg: Yep.
    Me: Hallucinated?
    Greg: Yep.
    Me: What was it?
    Greg: Giant chicken standing over me threatening to lay an egg on my head. You?
    Me: Ed the bunny from Donnie Darko. Didn't say anything, just stared...and stared...and stared.
    Greg: Man that's fucked.
    Me: Yep.