I had a dream....

[pmcd9]

I dreamed last night that my sister and I were inner-tubing on a water slide, which oddly enough ran through a high-end shopping mall in one spot.  We had to run through ritzy department store in our swimsuits to get to the next leg of the waterslide, hauling our inner tubes with us.  We got to the top of a steep set of stairs that would take us to the water again, and since we'd been in inner-tubing mode we naturally flung down on our inner tubes and prepared to slide down the stairs.  My sister went first, and was "whee"ing down the staircase but suddenly she was flying through the air--the staircase only went halfway down, and ended about 25 feet above the floor below.  She hit the ground hard, and her body hitting the marble floor in the hole through the inner tube made a sickening cracking sound.  She started screaming--she had broken the lower end of her spine, at the top of the tailbone, and also her left arm, and was writhing in pain.  I was stuck at the top of the staircase and couldn't find a way down to her.  I woke up feeling physically ill.  I was glad to wake up.

Dang, I thought that was gonna be one of those cool dreams where you can fly and do all kind of super hero shit.  WTF, your sister broke her spine.

[Doc]

I dreamed last night that my sister and I were inner-tubing on a water slide, which oddly enough ran through a high-end shopping mall in one spot.  We had to run through ritzy department store in our swimsuits to get to the next leg of the waterslide, hauling our inner tubes with us.  We got to the top of a steep set of stairs that would take us to the water again, and since we'd been in inner-tubing mode we naturally flung down on our inner tubes and prepared to slide down the stairs.  My sister went first, and was "whee"ing down the staircase but suddenly she was flying through the air--the staircase only went halfway down, and ended about 25 feet above the floor below.  She hit the ground hard, and her body hitting the marble floor in the hole through the inner tube made a sickening cracking sound.  She started screaming--she had broken the lower end of her spine, at the top of the tailbone, and also her left arm, and was writhing in pain.  I was stuck at the top of the staircase and couldn't find a way down to her.  I woke up feeling physically ill.  I was glad to wake up.

!!

[bluemoon72]

Dang, I thought that was gonna be one of those cool dreams where you can fly and do all kind of super hero shit.  WTF, your sister broke her spine.

God, yeah, I know!  Just re-reading it, I'm tearing up!  She and I had dinner last night and she was fine, though.  I didn't tell her the dream I'd had that morning.

[greenkoolayd]

it probably just means that you worried about her well-being in general, as opposed to being worried about her becoming injured or ill, specifically.

[Asherdan]

Just to note...

I was worried about the lack of dreams I was having for a while, from what I gather that's not a good barometer of whats going on in the mental background.

Turns out it was just deep ass sleep for too short a time. I'm digging a little more sleep lately and remember-able dreams have returned.

Nothing worth reporting on though, apparently my metal undercurrent is pretty friggin happy. Even the one where I was hitting a cow with a hammer on the noggin had a happy (rib-eye, the most nutritious cut of meat!) ending.

[Doc]

I only seem to remember my dreams when I wake up in the morning and then doze for a little while. They're always weirdly intense when I do that too.

[Asherdan]

::Raises Hand::

[Asherdan]

So I was out in the woods looking at a game trail and planning to cross over to the next ridge when a sasquatch came out of the brush and up the trail on one side. I hunkered down to observe (fascinated) when another sasquatch came down the trail from the other side...when the first one noticed he darted back in the brush which caught the second ones attention and he hidey holed as well. They then spent the next several cycle, 60 or so yards apart from each other with me hunkered in a bush near the center of their travel lines, cautiously popping out and sneaking along until the other one did and going back to ground.

I got tired of this game and decided to try and time them out and make my way through, of course I blew it and ran face to sternum with  sasquatch B. My response was to jump (I could jump very well in this dream, we're talking Michael Jordan hang time here) up so I was hovering above his face level (which at this point looked suspiciously close to that of a Wookie) and yell at him.

I guess it was a good AAAAaaaaaurgherrrrrrrr! 'cause that's when Spouse woke me up asking if I was stroking out on her.

That was a cool dream.

Note: at no time did I consider shooting a sasquatch, they were not in season and I did not have a tag for one.

[Choop]

plus it would just piss them off, their armor's too thick

[wombat]

Don't shoot a sasquatch, dammit! I don't care if it's in season, you need to bring it back alive.

[Asherdan]

...you need to bring it back alive.

That's fine and dandy but has the unfortunate side effect of making you a punchline if you're stupid enough to try it.

Q: What does a Big Foot use for a door mat?

A: The latest dummy who tried to bring him in alive!

In the context of the dream I did not consider perforating a sasquatch, I rose above it and screamed at the SOB.

[Toaster]

Spouse woke me up asking if I was stroking out on her.

I had to read that three times before it wasn't dirty.

[wombat]

Come on, Ash, if anyone can do it, you can.

[TedStriker]

...that I was at some sort of Pentecostal revival meeting, only it was all in Spanish.  Mi espanol es muy pequito, so it was confusing.  Then, a physically and developmentally teenager who I know from my church came walking(!) up to me, then suddenly lost his mobility again and I was obligated to help him into a standing position.  Then he divided twice, so I was helping support three of him.  I have this vague recollection of this being inconvenient because other people needed me to do things for them as well, and the armload o' cripples wasn't allowing me to do so, which made me so anxious that I woke up. 

[spinn]

i used to be able to have lucid dreams, where i controlled the outcomes. as a result i had a ton of flying dreams, for years. i loved them. since i met the missus, i rarely remember a dream - maybe once or twice a year - and when i do, there's no outcome at all, just a bunch of random associations.

Here's my lucid dream story: I used to have like one a week, they were fun. Then I heard or read something about lucid dreams where someone said, if you can look at your hands in a dream, you are able to have lucid dreams. (Don't think the hands were necessarily significant, just that you could take a specific instruction into a dream.)

So I was dreaming, and I had the thought, hey, wasn't I supposed to do something? And I was like, oh yeah, look at my hands. And I did. And then I started clapping -- I think at that point I was showing off.

And then my lucid dreams stopped.