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[Nabubrush]

That is a rad dream. I had a sex dream last night and I've been trying to think of who the lady was all day. I thought it might be Rhonda Pearlman (I've been watching the Wire a lot recently) but I never had much of a thing for her. Huh. Oh well.

It wasn't Rhea Perlman?

[pmcd9]

It wasn't Rhea Perlman?

God, I hope not.

[miles]

can'd. something about her just triggers the response; i'm sure few of us are innocent of this experience.

Yeah, have to admit she's been on my mind all day.

It wasn't Rhea Perlman?

No, that dream is pretty much a regular thing.

God, I hope not.

Don't judge.

[jay-ell]

It wasn't Rhea Perlman?

Yeah, that's how I read this at first. Holy smokes.

[theinevitable]

(in real life) I woke up having to go to the bathroom, only to realize my roommate was in there. I decided to fall back asleep. Then I had the following dream:

Since he's in the bathroom, I'd better pee somewhere else. What about this hamper of clean clothes? They're clean, and clothes will absorb pee. So I peed in the hamper. I thought it was strange that it was taking a really long time. While still peeing, I realized that clean clothes absorb pee, but then they become dirty clothes. I quickly picked up the hamper and walked to the basement to re-wash them. My final thought was "oh god, I hope he's shitting, because if he finishes soon and comes out and sees me with a hamper full of pee-clothes at 4 AM I will never live this down."

There was another weird fragment where my roommate questioned why I had bought a ton of green army men, and I screamed at him that I didn't give a shit what he thought about my fuck*ng army men.

[jaydub]

You skipped the part where you jerk awake and pat tentatively around to see if you actually wet the bed.

I occasionally have dreams where I'm trying to find a restroom - frequently at a school or a gym - but everytime I find one the bowl is either empty of water or overflowing with shit.  As in, stacked above the rim.  No idea what that's about.

[Choop]

I had a nightmare the other night. I very rarely remember my dreams, but this one made an impression.

Malcolm McDowell was at my door in a long black coat, for reasons unknown. A shot rang out from the street, and missed both of us, but hit the brick wall closeby. I grabbed Malcolm and yanked him inside, and caught a glimpse of the shooter: a younger man, early thirties at the latest, almost white-haired blond, with a strange angular haircut and a long white coat.

I locked the door, and he sat on my couch, my wife in a different chair obviously shocked at this development and my dogs oddly quiet. "Was that guy shooting at you?" I asked; his reply, cool and smarmy, grinning: "Well, yes, he's been after me for some time." I called the cops, and as I was on the phone waiting for an answer, a shadow passed over the frosted window in my door, and I heard the distinctive ripping sound of packing tape. I don't have bars on my windows or any way to prevent someone who really wants to get in from doing just that - so I ran to the back door and just as the other end of the line picked up, I awoke in a complete panic.

And then I patted tentatively around to make sure that it was just sweat I felt.

[littlefallsmets]

I was in Burbank, working for the medical courier job and they were giving me addresses I didn't know and my maps kept shifting because it was a dream and maps do that for me in dreams.

Eventually, it was so awful, I kept trying to crash my car so that I could be dead and be done with it. After a while, it worked and I woke up.

[Nabubrush]

I dreamt I was helping a blind former co-worker (in reality, not blind) around a mall. It went on and on and on.

[jay-ell]

I love exploring buildings in dreams. They just go on forever. Sometimes I dream that I find a hidden passageway or moving wall in my house and realize I have tons and tons of extra rooms I never knew about before.

They're usually full of really old stuff like you might find in your grandmother's attic, and I spend the rest of the dream looking through the items wondering about the history of it, who it belonged to and why it was saved. Especially the furniture -- there are always beautiful four-poster beds and elaborate Victorian writing desks stuffed with love letters and long lost poems by Emily Dickinson.

My subconscious is not subtle.

[side_show]

Oh, I love those "finding an extra room/hallway to an extra wing of the house/etc" dreams.  I haven't had one in a while, but I once had a really vivid one that the house I was living in actually sat atop a lavish marble palace with an enormous swimming pool surrounded by statues, everything marble and endless, and all of it mine.

[Nabubrush]

The earliest dream I can remember was finding a room off of our laundry room in the house I lived in as a small child. I probably had the dream when I was six or so. I remember having to squeeze past the water heater and there was a room back there that went on for what seemed like miles, eventually becoming something like subway tunnels (an architectural feature I cannot remember having seen at that age).

[jay-ell]

Oh, I love those "finding an extra room/hallway to an extra wing of the house/etc" dreams.  I haven't had one in a while, but I once had a really vivid one that the house I was living in actually sat atop a lavish marble palace with an enormous swimming pool surrounded by statues, everything marble and endless, and all of it mine.

I once found a bowling alley, like in the Biltmore (scroll 3/4 of the way down the page).

[side_show]

That bowling alley is pretty keen, it reminds me of the final scene of There Will Be Blood.  I was gonna post a YouTube clip, but for anyone who hasn't seen the movie, it's too much of a spoiler, so I will just say, go see that movie if you haven't already.

Back in my theatre days, I would sometimes have dreams where I would discover a theatre attached to where I lived, or a space large enough to be converted into a theatre.  It was a kin to striking gold.  In my dreams I was set.

[Nabubrush]

That bowling alley is pretty keen, it reminds me of the final scene of There Will Be Blood.

Somewhat rough chuckles, but a fantastic movie in my opinion.