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[Bozack]

When I first read this quickly I thought you were describing another dream.  Are you sure it really happened?

Ha, yeah, it happened, although it was really bizarre.

The c*ck Thrill is actually called the Phoenix Hill Tavern, but accuired its nickname because it's a big multilevel dance club where it's each to pick up members of the opposite sex.

Oh, so that's what the kids are calling it these days. No, it wasn't at the c*ck Thrill.

[Mite]

So I'm a little late in joining the thread, but here goes. I haven't been a huge dreamer for a long time, other than the occasional anxious nightmare (late for the first day of school, naked at school, or both). But since I started on Zoloft, it's been dream-o-rama every night. Boy howdy, this stuff is fun. Last night I hung out with the cast of M*A*S*H, fixed pipes (literally), parked cars while my dad preached the Christmas Eve service at our old church, and then got my pipes fixed (metaphorically). And I, too, end up getting some in my dreams pretty much nightly, which is more than I can say for real life.

Still working on the lucid dreaming, though. For more exploration of the topic, check out a movie that would be a terrible student film if not for the awesome animation, Waking Life.

[V-Adore]

So I'm a little late in joining the thread, but here goes. I haven't been a huge dreamer for a long time, other than the occasional anxious nightmare (late for the first day of school, naked at school, or both). But since I started on Zoloft, it's been dream-o-rama every night. Boy howdy, this stuff is fun. Last night I hung out with the cast of M*A*S*H, fixed pipes (literally), parked cars while my dad preached the Christmas Eve service at our old church, and then got my pipes fixed (metaphorically). And I, too, end up getting some in my dreams pretty much nightly, which is more than I can say for real life.

I rather like the juxtaposition between literal and metaphorical pipe-fixing. Stylish.

The other night I had what I suppose you could call a prophetic dream -- I dreamt that, in the course of the night, my roommate woke me up via wandering around and doing strange things in the room. So what happened? I get woken up two hours early by the roommate doing something strange. (And The Asshole arbitrarily slamming his door about five times, but let's not go there...)

[Bozack]

Whoa. I got a little twisty on Jack and Coke last night, and when I went to bed I had this really odd dream. I was in some sort of godawful Spencer's-Gift's-esque store with my siblings, where I was trying to buy a game for an original Game Boy and one of those toy gum catrons shaped like someone's head. I was standing in line, and waiting for the clerk to give me back my credit card, when this girl next to me started to try to burn me with matches. I get pissed off and start shouting at her, and she just ignores me. Then, I'm looking at my bag, and someone's stapled this short story to it, that I think I read last year while compiling the literary magazine at my school.
Then, I dreamt that I was awake, and my brother (who spent last night at his girlfriend's place, and still isn't home) was in the room. And, because last night I was drunk enough that I stripped nude before going to bed, I woke up and freaked the hell out trying to find my boxers.
I think this means I hate Spencer's Gifts, and girls, and short stories, and I probably should never be nude.

[jough]

Last night I had a dream that I was in Texas, and watching the news seeing a little graphic of the United States with little mushroom clouds over at least 20 cities while the news reporter explained that we were undergoing a massive terrorist attack.

I was with a group of people whom I've never met, and we were all planning to head south into Mexico.  An old woman was slicing down a human head on a meat slicer (you know, for sandwiches) and I killed an old man with a pencil to get his panel truck so we could escape.

Always pleasant dreams in my house.

[Bozack]

Always pleasant dreams in my house.

Wow, man. I'm trying to write a script for a comic, and in part of the story, they drive through middle America, which is essentially a wasteland, spotted by corporate towns, and populated sparsely by cannibals. Can I steal your brain?

[pmcd9]

Ok, this is really raw because I just woke up, but I want to relate my dreams before I forget them.

Three dreams...

first dream:

I'm on a train, it's an old west train, and we are going through the desert.  On this train with me are Willie Nelson and Ray Benson from Asleep at the Wheel.  There are also a lot of other unspecified people in the car, it's very crowded.  I'm standing by the door holding a strap.  Willie is right beside me and Ray Benson is directly behind me.  Everything seems pretty mundane, but I percieve that this is actually a miniture train on a large table.  Also, we are being filmed, it's an important scene in a movie.  An unknown Willie Nelson song is playing, which is the music to accompany the scene.  The dream is a loop.  We just ride the train for a little while, no one is talking, only the music is playing.  Then it starts over again.  This happened three times.  On the third time around I turned and said I needed to use the restroom and the train stopped and I got off.  Then I woke up and went to the restroom.

Second dream:

I'm the governor of an unspecified state and I have fallen in love with the governor of another unspecified state (it's no one I know or recognize).  This part has grown vauge, but it seems like we had a date.  next scene I am looking at a piece of cable, which is apparantly a special keepsake to me.  One of the ends of the cable is frayed and seeing how the wires intertwine gives me an idea on how to propose to this woman (never mind that there are three wires in a cable rather than two).  Next scene.  There is an island in the harbor which is just away from the great bridge which connects the city to the mainland.  It could be St. Louis.  A fantasy version of St. Louis or something.  They have fashioned a rigging from the island to the bridge and I am going to strap on a pair of wings and glide down this rigging from the bridge to the island where my lady awaits for me to propose.  I see all of this unfold from the bridge.  Next scene.  Now i'm on the island, but the perception is totally different.  We are preparing for the event.  We can see them hoisting the rigging onto the bridge, but instead of an island in the bay we are in a drainage ditch and we are planting sod.  A truck is dumping dirt and we are all working hard.  I'm still the governor though.  Next scene.  I'm back at the bridge and my father is giving a speech.  He's announcing me, but he's working the crowd.  My 13 year old nephew is there.  Just as I step up to the edge of the bridge and they start strapping me into this rigging (it has wings on it btw) I wake up.

Third dream:

I'm in a waterpark and for some reason the water flows to the top of the hill instead of the bottom.  I'm having a hard time getting myself to float along, but my date (another unknown woman) is having an even harder time and is just below me, but out of reach.  Just above me is the lifeguard of the ride and she is coaxing me forward.  Finally my date catches a current and is pulled forward she grabs me and we both go up the rapid.  The lifeguard goes with us.  When we get to the top we are all laughing.  We are still laughing as we approach a door.  My date playfully pushes the lifeguard through the door except the door isn't properly sized and she smashes her face into the threshold.  She's bleeding and her nose is broke.  I grab her and start walking her along.  I'm yelling out "where is the first aid.  We are walking along briskly, but stop so I can squirt mustard out of one of those little packets onto a piece of lettuce.  Scene change.  We, my mother, sister and I are standing in a hallway.  I percieve we are in a hospital.  Nothing happens, a few seconds pass and I wake up.

~Paul

Edit:  I was puzzled that I percieved I was in St. Louis, but there was no arch.  While in the shower it occured to me that the bridge across the bay was actually the arch.  No wait, that can't be because from below we could clearly see it was a bridge.  Ok, in this version of St. Louis the arch is actually a bridge across the bay.

[jay-ell]

We are walking along briskly, but stop so I can squirt mustard out of one of those little packets onto a piece of lettuce.  

For some reason this really struck me as funny.  It's just the kind of random oddness that always seems really important in my dreams.

[V-Adore]

This one's a few days old, but it's the best lately, so...

I was attending some sort of live-in boarding school which for some reason divided up its dormitory areas into the four houses from Harry Potter; I had been sorted into Gryffindor, for reasons unknown. I spent most of the dream just wandering around the dorms, which bore a strange resemblance to the lobby area of my waking-world high school, right down to the trophy cases; each of the houses had other special rooms and features off of its common space. I spent a lot of time in the Hufflepuff section, because most of my friends had been sorted into Hufflepuff, and I became very envious of their dorms -- they had a pool, among other things. I returned to the Gryffindor common places and dropped into a sulk, because everyone else had much more interesting stuff, until I opened a door off of our common space and found a large amphitheater, with statues of Founding Fathers posed (?!) at the podia. My reaction: "Huh. Okay, I guess that's pretty cool." I seem to vaguely recall a debate happening in that amphitheater thereafter, but what happened is sort of blurry.

I could use more "put into an odd situation and wandering around" dreams. They're sort of like 1980's adventure games, but usually with better visuals.

[Bozack]

I had a really freaky dream the other night. It started out, I was watching this guy shoot all of these people in this house; then, he, his girlfriend, and this other dude get stuck in a room together. Suddenly, I'm the shooter, and I kill the other guy by tipping a filing cabinet onto his throat. Then, I shoot out the lock and try to run out of the house. A skinhead suddenly appears before me and refuses to let me pass, so I punch him, and all of his teeth fall out. Then, I get outside of the house (which, as it turns out, is located exactly where the house I grew up in is) and start running down the block. I look behind me, and the skinhead, with no teeth, blood running down his chin and a board he grabbed somewhere, is chasing me. Somehow, I know that if he catches me, he's going to beat me to death, so I slow down and try to tell him we don't have to fight eachother. He refuses to listen, so I keep running. And I can feel myself slowing down, and I know he's right behind me, and...I woke up.
Now, that is one of those dreams where, afterwards, you go sit at the kitchen table for about an hour holding your head in your hands.

[slink]

Somehow, I know that if he catches me, he's going to beat me to death

Funnily enough I get that feeling right after I punch out a skinheads teeth.

And I know what you mean. When I wake up from dreams because they're unpleasant, it's never the 'waking up cos somethings just killed you' dream anymore, it's always the 'it's getting nastier and nastier and you're quite probably about to die' thing.
It's like my brain is just hitting F9 before the actual death.

F9 is the key usually assigned as quickload in FPS', although I tend to to not use it in this way, since you know, I might survive, and then I'd kick myself! Far more fun waiting til actual death.

[jay-ell]

I bet Bozack's dream would be easy to interpret using the dream dictionary.  I know there's a special thing about dreaming about your own teeth falling out -- my grandmother told me it means you're going to find money unexpectedly.  I don't know what it means when you knock someone else's teeth out, tho.  

I dreamed last night that I was buying baby clothes.  I wasn't pregnant, nor did I have a child, but I found a great sale so I bought a bunch of cute baby clothes on the assumption that I will eventually have a baby.  

Also, about three days ago, I dreamed I had the most beautiful baby girl in the world, and it was her first night home from the hospital.  She had eyes like Pedro and loooong eyelashes, and a full head of light brown hair.  She was crying, and it woke me into that part of the dream.  She was in a bassinet by our bed, and Pedro was sleeping in the guest room because he had to work in the morning.  I got up to take care of her, and I was still holding her when I woke up for real.  It was kind of dissapointing to realize that there really wasn't a bassinet in our room -- just dirty laundry.

[jay-ell]

Here's another one.  

I dreamed last night that Pedro and I had chartered a bus to drive cross-country, picking up Ache-heads as we went.  We started in the Northeast, of course, because that's where the few of y'all I've actually met live, but then we headed down South.  It was extremely awesome.  The odd thing was, y'all wouldn't tell me your screen names, so I had to guess who was who -- which is a lot harder in Dreamland, where time and distance don't actually mean anything.  So I don't actually know exactly who was in my dream, except for those whose pictures I've seen or who I've met in person.    

Definitely the coolest dream I've had in a long time.  Way cooler than the previous night's dream, where I was killed by a cyclops and woke up as Buffy Summers, only to discover that Spike didn't love me after all.

[slink]

I had crazy hella loads of dreams the last week, all tinged by fever, which meant they were, erm, interesting to say the least.
Lots of them seemed to involve me getting into cars but being woken up before actually getting to drive, which is disappointing since I haven't driven in about 4 or 5 months now and miss it sorely.
Unfortunately I can't really remember anything in detail.
What was less a dream and more a psychotic hallucination would be me feeling like my entire body was all tangled and nothing was circulating. So I was desperately writhing around trying to free it all up, while at a temperature of like a hundred and twevety four or something insane.
I think.

[andalucia]

Fever-induced dreams are seven kinds of crazy.  I had one week a year or so ago where I was lying in bed deleriously tripping out and trying to remember the face of anyone I knew.  I eventually could picture the face of this one girl I know (but not her near-identical twin, for some reason), but then it morphed into some sort of basset-hound-like monster.

Mostly my dreams are just very art-schooly, just me wandering around a sinister black and white city.  The last dream I remember, I was falling through a hole in the ice, and as I was drowning, I looked up and there was a man in a purple suit quietly speaking to me in Chinese.  

What the hell does that mean?