I had a dream....

[theinevitable]

JL, i did not see your dream about meeting the ladies in my life until just now. That is a weird, cool dream.

In my feverish flu haze, I dreamt that I was kidnapped by the Borg. The borg cube cafeteria has lots of weird looking, mushy foods. I ate some cereal, but I was worried that the stuff I poured on it was not milk.

Later, my old roommate bought tiny, tiny bees and released them in our apartment. I was SO MAD and could not even explain to him why this bothered me. He said it was a Christmas tradition.

[Victoria Waterfield]

It is a regular feature of any food based dreams that I look forward to eating something only to remember that, because I'm dreaming, I can't taste anything.  Sometimes it takes a few bites for this to occur to me, and it's always so disappointing. 

You should try eating foods in your dreams that you don't like, because presumably they won't taste bad to you in the dream. Once you've done this enough times, see if it translates into liking the food in reality.

[jaydub]

...last night where I went to a dinner party - only the food consisted of dishes made from shit that could kill you.  More specifically, there are parts of some edible things that are toxic like potato leaves, or puffer giraffe livers, or rhubarb leaves.  The trick was, the dishes were prepared with the toxic stuff right alongside the edible stuff - the conceit was that you had to be so worldly that you knew which was which.  I of course had no idea, as the food wasn't real world food and so I had no knowledge of what to eat.  My date had brought some sort of salad'y dish which consisted of young leaves and old leaves from the same plant (supposedly belladonna - but in checking Wikipedia I see it isn't so) in a sweet dressing.  My date was occupied in conversation with a neighbor and since I didn't want to seem like a rube or a coward, I decided to eat some of the salad.  I reasoned that the new leaves wouldn't yet have developed the toxin and gathered a bunch of them onto my fork and ate them.  A little while later my date suggested I offer some of the new leaves to the fellow sitting to my right.  It was apparently a great joke among this crowd to offer food to one another and watch the reaction of the person to what you were offering (they all knew what was edible and what wasn't).  The guy jerked back in his chair away from my fork, and much laughter erupted from the room. (Uhoh).  I went back to my plate and had some of the old leaves, which seemed tasty.  I turned to my date and asked what a lethal dose of belladonna would be.  She thought about it for a moment then said, "About 600 milligrams" (again, not a real number).  I started to experience symptoms (blurry vision, racing heart, dry mouth, hallucinations) and had an unpleasant episode of lying facedown on the table while confusion from the other dinner guests went on around me - then I woke up feeling anxious.

Ugh. 

[Nabubrush]

Puffer giraffe is scary as hell.

I had a dream where I was in an old house full of antiques and old papers and shit like that and I was wandering from room to room. I ended up in an old bedroom down a long hall. As I looked around the room I began to hear children's voices elsewhere in the house, voices with clear malice in them. One began to get clearer and closer, and I tried to leave the room. As I headed to the hall, I found myself slowing down - becoming basically paralyzed. I ended up on the floor on my back, and managed to - very slowly - push myself into an adjacent room. This was followed by a long drawn-out vignette which ended with me paralyzed on the floor, staring helplessly as a ghostly little girl came into view and began to claw for my eyes. That's when I forced myself awake.

I . . . I don't like children. For some reason little girls disturb me far more than little boys do.

[jay-ell]

...last night where I went to a dinner party - only the food consisted of dishes made from shit that could kill you. 

This sounds like some weird combination of Desperate Housewives and, I dunno, The Twilight Zone? Like a metropolitan, cosmopolitan version of The Most Dangerous Game, set in a dystopian, Stepford-Wives-in-the-City kind of future.

Somebody needs to write a short story out of this.

[pmcd9]

Somebody needs to write a short story out of this.

This is right up sMets alley.  He just needs to figure out a way to work Guns and Roses into the plot.

[jay-ell]

...that I was reading this thread, and Smells was telling us about a dream she had that would have been a great TV series. She said it popped into her head that it would be the kind of thing Felicia Day might make, so she sent her a quick email that said, "Hey, I had this idea but I'm a playwright, not a TV writer, do you want to use it?" She was saying here on the board that she thought the email might never even get read, but it was worth sending on the notion that maybe it would inspire Ms. Day in some way. Smells said, "If I add a drop of my own pigment to her bucket of paint, it might change the color a little bit."

Of course, in the dream, the base idea for the show was brilliant, and of course I can't remember what it was. I do remember being amazed that Smells' dream presented a complete story arc, with conflict, resolution, and denouement, and I was posting here about how most of my dreams only give me a setting and some bizarre, random, meaningless action. Then I woke up.

My dreams are getting very meta.

[side_show]

That's interesting.  I've never heard of Felicia Day before.  Wikipedia tells me she had some association with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I never watched that show.  Other than that I've never heard of any of the other stuff she's involved in.

I do think it's very interesting that some of us here appear in each other's dreams.  In many ways, as we've never met, there is a lot of potential to see each other as architypes, and dreams are all about architypes.  I'm flattered that I'm a creative architype to you though.  That whole drop of pigment thing is pretty brilliant, and just foo-foo enough to have come from my mouth at some point.

[greenkoolayd]

the only time internet people have appeared in my dreams were for sex or kissing reasons.

[theinevitable]

The most constant reoccurring dream archetype in my life is of going back to the summer camp I worked at/attended as a child. It is always somehow ruined.

My girlfriend, who just graduated, had a dream that she went home and realized she only had children's clothes. Everyone was very disappointed in her, and she couldn't find anything to wear.

Pretty heavy handed dreams in this corner.

[Nabubrush]

the only time internet people have appeared in my dreams were for sex or kissing reasons.

As it should be.

I had a nice dream about my mom. This has been happening every couple of months, and is really a good thing for me.

Most of my recurring dreams are about trying to collect things - coins, candy bars, buds, cigarettes . . . small things. It's weird.

[greenkoolayd]

Most of my recurring dreams are about trying to collect things - coins, candy bars, buds, cigarettes . . . small things. It's weird.

dream dictionary says collection dreams mean you're being picked on.  that seems like the last thing you'd put up with, AFAIK.

[Nabubrush]

Huh. I did not realize that. I don't really consciously feel that way.

[wombat]

I dreamed I went to an Oingo Boingo reunion concert and one of the background singers was my evil nemesis from my first job at the zoo, the one who is the reason I didn't get that job.

This seems like a not at all subtle metaphor for how frustrated I am about all the people who have success at what I badly want to do when they aren't any better at it or more deserving than I am and in some cases clearly worse.  A bizarre juxtaposition of elements but as a way of making the point, almost unimaginative.

Apparently now I'm criticizing the literary quality of my dreams.

[CortJstr]

This morning I dreamed my alarm had gone off and I was listening to the radio after hitting snooze. Then it went off for real. It was confusing and depressing.