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[miles]

I read it's mostly experienced by those with narcolepsy, which I don't have, but may also be caused by, among other things, excessive alcohol use (check, at least this past weekend), poor sleeping habits (check) and lying in the supine position, which I'm pretty sure I did that night.

I don't know if they're related at all, but the one time I experienced something like a lucid dream I took a similar alcohol/drug cocktail. That sounds worse than it was.

[miles]

I don't remember if there was any explanation of why it used to be common enough that there was folklore and now most people seem to have never experienced or heard of it.

I've been thinking about this. Now, I'm totally just pulling this out of my ass, but I imagine that in the olden days (see?) there was much more mystery surrounding sleep. People didn't really understand what sleep is and what happens in those unconscious hours. Something like this would have really freaked a dude out, and he would have painted something or written a poem or something like that. Today, someone who knows a bit about sleep and the mind or whatever would just google it and post about it on a fake message board so it's just a drop in the bucket, and there's not much there to inspire art or writing.

Also, apparently the presence you mentioned was often described as demonic, but after a few moments of terror I just thought it was a dog or drunken friend. Again, it's not gonna inspire much like it used to.

[wombat]

Today, someone who knows a bit about sleep and the mind or whatever would just google it and post about it on a fake message board so it's just a drop in the bucket, and there's not much there to inspire art or writing.

Also, apparently the presence you mentioned was often described as demonic, but after a few moments of terror I just thought it was a dog or drunken friend. Again, it's not gonna inspire much like it used to.

Oh, that is the saddest thing.

I had a dream where I was lost and needed to make a phone call and I tried several different phones and couldn't get any of them to work - I mean, I just couldn't figure out how to punch the numbers in to make the call. The buttons were in the wrong order, or I just kept messing it up, or whatever. I've had dreams like this about technology on occasion all my life, but now they kind of freak me out since a friend told me that her mom is starting to go senile and not being able to use the phone is one of her problems. She knows she should know how but just can't do it. I never knew before that this type of dream was basically a premonition of the future.

[theinevitable]

wow, OK, now I have had TWO wake-up-screaming dreams where I felt like I was still in the nightmare after I woke up. I'm sure there is some common thread between these two recent occurrences, but I have no idea what it is.

I was in a record store and I flirted with an attractive woman. Suddenly I realized she didn't have a chin... she had this white plastic cone over her face from the nose down. It looked like the white material on an iPod... it was plastic, but heavy plastic. She was extremely excited that I had found her attractive, and demanded that we get married. I couldn't even look at her, and I could feel the sensation of kissing her horrible plastic face. I started backing away and everyone called me a monster. She said, oh, it isn't that bad, let me show you what my face looks like underneath this thing. I was having these horrible images of sleeping in bed next to a no-face woman, and her rubbing her plastic cone on me. Begging her not to take it off, I was trying to escape her, but she had me cornered. She took it off and I heard everyone retching and gagging, and then I turned to see, and then I woke up.

What the FUCK.

[Nabubrush]

That's fucked up right there.

[jaydub]

...where I was at some fancy function with a higher-education crowd (grad school reception?) and it was really crowded.  We were getting ready to eat at essentially cafeteria tables (long tables with benches on each side) but with super high-end cutlery and plates and centerpieces and such.  A woman who looked like Brittany from Glee came in a bit late and looked around for a place to sit, but we were all packed like sardines onto the benches.  She recognized me (clearly had some previous classes together or the like) and sat cross-legged (tailor style) on the table in front of me and turned her attention to the keynote speaker after greeting me.  She was wearing a black cocktail dress with no underwear, and the occasion demanded that I act like nothing unusual was happening.  She wasn't doing this to entice me or anything - it was just the most convenient place for her to sit.  Then we were were served and had dinner together with me trying to keep my eyes on her face instead of her (neatly trimmed) crotch.  It almost ended in disaster when a grape escaped my fork and rolled into her lap, but the grape stopped short of touching her, so none-the-wiser.

[theinevitable]

I love this dream. Why couldn't I have had THAT dream.

[Nabubrush]

I love this dream. Why couldn't I have had THAT dream.

You aren't living life right, so you don't deserve it.

[jaydub]

I love this dream. Why couldn't I have had THAT dream.

It was pretty rad, except for the vague aura of social awkwardness - it was like having a conversation with someone who had something stuck in their teeth, or whose name you had forgotten.

[jay-ell]

Why the hell were you eating grapes with a fork?

[miles]

Why the hell were you eating grapes with a fork?

What do you eat them with? Your fingers? Disgusting.

[jaydub]

It was a fancy dinner!  Part of the salad, I think!

[Choop]

especially when conflated with heather morris's nonchalant cooter expo

[pmcd9]

I had a really awesome cool dream last night, but I've now mostly forgotten it.

[greenkoolayd]

using the word cooter in that way makes referring to the character from "dukes of hazzard" awfully strange...