Share with us the dream you had last night.

Disgustedman said:
Sometimes I dream of family pets from 40 years ago. I actually dreamed of seeing Bernie (Black German shepherd) last week.

Weirdest dream was standing on a platform in space, watching three moons go by. Dressed appropriately though, but it was so interesting I still remember a lot of it.
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When I dream of pets they often have voices and communicate in an ordinary way.
 

Pinky said:
I'm certain that I've had the same dreams, more than once.
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I have one recurring dream that I recall. I am walking along the beach at night. The tide is high or the beach has eroded so water is almost lapping at the little beach houses. One house is jutting out so far that I have to go through the screened porch in front. I go in one screen door and out another on the opposite side worried that someone inside will hear me and wake up.
 
I dreamt I'd cut my hair, the entire front part and around toward my ears, to about an inch long. I went to a stylist, desperate for help, but there wasn't anything she could do. It was one of those dreams where I woke so freaking relieved to realize I'd been dreaming.

I know what this is about. My son, who is only 23, is very worried about losing his hair as it is thinning and his father has been balding since early thirties.

I am worried for my son and want so much to help him with this. I've asked his Dad to talk with him and see if he can offer some comfort or encouragement.

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I was in charge of an isolated cabin and apparently a group of troubled young adults. Someone built an open fire in the cabin, which I put out, but then the others started destructive acts. I woke up afraid, and thought I should post this dream, but a few hours later during my morning coffee, most of the dream has faded away. Just after the dream it almost seemed like there was a plot, but now it's just mishmash.
 
JustDave said:
I was in charge of an isolated cabin and apparently a group of troubled young adults. Someone built an open fire in the cabin, which I put out, but then the others started destructive acts. I woke up afraid, and thought I should post this dream, but a few hours later during my morning coffee, most of the dream has faded away. Just after the dream it almost seemed like there was a plot, but now it's just mishmash.
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We both woke afraid this morning. It's such an awful feeling. :/ But I had the rush of relief on realizing I was dreaming. I get the impression it didn't go that way for you.

Sometimes, on waking, when I want to remember a dream, I grab my phone and speak it into the voice recorder. It's helpful when you want to remember your dreams.
 
Medusa said:
We both woke afraid this morning. It's such an awful feeling. :/ But I had the rush of relief on realizing I was dreaming. I get the impression it didn't go that way for you.

Sometimes, on waking, when I want to remember a dream, I grab my phone and speak it into the voice recorder. It's helpful when you want to remember your dreams.
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It wasn't the worst after waking fear by any means. I like your phone idea. My phone is always at my bedside.
 
Actually just woke up from this dream. I was at a show and deciding whether to stay around to meet the stars. One was Chris Rock, the other I've forgotten already. Turns out, one starts talking to me during the break and we all hang out. I was a cruise ship passenger and it was time for me to find out when the ship was departing. We were in a place that seemed like a hotel but something else I can't describe. We headed down an up escalator...surprisingly I didn't hurt myself.

At some point I had to leave the stars and try to find out what time the boat was leaving. It was leaving from right outside the floor we landed on and there I said my goodbyes. Suddenly I was in my friends house and almost tripping over a box. She had a friend over and they started getting romantic, so I left. Back at what seemed like a hotel I decided to call Cousin Mary because I knew she'd know what time we were departing. Just at that moment, she came into the room and I found out she didn't know either.

So I made my way through a maze of hallways and staircases trying to find the lobby so I could ask. On the way, I encountered a worker and asked where th lobby was. He was less than helpful and kind of curt. Someone else had started walking the same direction and she indicated she got a kick out of hearing me say "Well he's not Mr. Personality"

After leaving the corridor, I went into a ballroom that was starting to fill with people. Someone saw me and said it seemed like old home week. I recognized a couple of people from my former job (in real life) and at least one was an online friend I'd met in person (for real).

I realized that my phone was missing and asked around. Nobody saw it, so I thought it got stolen. I saw others sitting on tables that were similar with rose colored cases and checked each out, but they were all a slightly different design than mine. I never did find out what time the ship was leaving, but ran into Cousin Mary again and she had taken my phone by mistake. She said your grandson's call is at the bottom. End of dream. At some point a snake was in the dream, but I wasn't afraid of it and considered taking it home, but thought it a bad idea because of the cat. 😳
 
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OneEyedDiva said:
Actually just woke up from this dream. I was at a show and deciding whether to stay around to meet the stars. One was Chris Rock, the other I've forgotten already. Turns out, one starts talking to me during the break and we all hang out. I was a cruise ship passenger and it was time for me to find out when the ship was departing. We were in a place that seemed like a hotel but something else I can't describe. We headed down an up escalator...surprisingly I didn't hurt myself.

At some point I had to leave the stars and try to find out what time the boat was leaving. It was leaving from right outside the floor we landed on and there I said my goodbyes. Suddenly I was in my friends house and almost tripping over a box. She had a friend over and they started getting romantic, so I left. Back at what seemed like a hotel I decided to call Cousin Mary because I knew she'd know what time we were departing. Just at that moment, she came into the room and I found out she didn't know either.

So I made my way through a maze of hallways and staircases trying to find the lobby so I could ask. On the way, I encountered a worker and asked where th lobby was. He was less than helpful and kind of curt. Someone else had started walking the same direction and she indicated she got a kick out of hearing me say "Well he's not Mr. Personality"

After leaving the corridor, I went into a ballroom that was starting to fill with people. Someone saw me and said it seemed like old home week. I recognized a couple of people from my former job (in real life) and at least one was an online friend I'd met in person (for real).

I realized that my phone was missing and asked around. Nobody saw it, so I thought it got stolen. I saw others sitting on tables that were similar with rose colored cases and checked each out, but they were all a slightly different design than mine. I never did find out what time the ship was leaving, but ran into Cousin Mary again and she had taken my phone by mistake. She said your grandson's call is at the bottom. End of dream. At some point a snake was in the dream, but I wasn't afraid of it and considered taking it home, but thought it a bad idea because of the cat. 😳
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Do you find waking from dreams like this feels a bit, for a few minutes, like waking from another life? It happens for me that way sometimes when the dream is very elaborate and involved.
 
Some people write down their dreams when they wake up and interpret the dreams. For me, I know for sure there is another dimension when I dream, but I don't really need to know more about that dimension because my reality is not in that dimension.
 
I had a rip roaring action dream last night and woke up and decided to think it through. I went over and over aspects of the dream, but I was tired and went back to sleep. This morning all I could remember was that I had a vivid dream, but can't remember any details or generalities.
 
Medusa said:
Do you find waking from dreams like this feels a bit, for a few minutes, like waking from another life? It happens for me that way sometimes when the dream is very elaborate and involved.
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I often say my dream life is more exciting than my waking life. Sometimes I do feel like dreams are my alternate reality, for lack of a better way to describe them. They are busy, very social and often seem so real.
 
On the side note, I went into another dimension when I had my colonoscopy under anesthesia. I was in a fun party where people around me were chatting and dancing. When it's over, the nurse woke me up and I complained to her that she interrupted my party. 😆
 
I'm titling this one "Dream a Little Dream of Me":

I'm sitting in a room full of people, reading. Marco (IRL he died in 1999; he was the most intense love of my life) is sitting to my left. I keep showing him passages of what I'm reading, and each time he nods. Across the room is Andrea (IRL also passed several years ago). I cross over to sit closer to her and continue reading.

Next scene I'm standing outside with 3 Marcos (IRL he was always changing his looks, attitudes and life perspective) and 2 Andreas. I'm showing all of them a big poster of head shots of Marco in various incarnations. I walk over to face one of the Marcos, who is bare chested with lots of chest hair (which he did not have IRL) wanting him to hug me, but he won't. I turn to another Marco, this one very young (teenage) and wearing a suit. He doesn't get why I want to be with him, but grudgingly obliges. For a few minutes we dance together, in an old-fashioned way.

Suddenly I've walked away from all of them and I'm crying. One of the Andreas comes to me and we hug.

Then I wake up with the title song in my head.
 
Medusa said:
I dreamt I'd cut my hair, the entire front part and around toward my ears, to about an inch long. I went to a stylist, desperate for help, but there wasn't anything she could do. It was one of those dreams where I woke so freaking relieved to realize I'd been dreaming.

I know what this is about. My son, who is only 23, is very worried about losing his hair as it is thinning and his father has been balding since early thirties.

I am worried for my son and want so much to help him with this. I've asked his Dad to talk with him and see if he can offer some comfort or encouragement.

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Wow, Medusa, I thought I had an active dream life! I'm here after a short absence and catching up, and am struck by your number and variety of dreams. And I posted thanking OldOld for the idea of audio recording, but scrolling up I see you already posted that. So, somewhat belatedly, I thank you for the idea.
 
I used to be quite a regular dreamer and often would partially awake and actually hear myself answering that other person in my dream and just silence ; getting no reply and then realizing that depressing dawning - there is no one there I am just dreaming again! However just recently I do believe I have actually stopped dreaming maybe over the last few months or weeks and was wondering whether this was perhaps a sign that I was ready to "cross over" - the big silence - no distractions - just a smooth transition? well there I go dreaming again!!
 
Marcy Sheiner said:
I'm titling this one "Dream a Little Dream of Me":

I'm sitting in a room full of people, reading. Marco (IRL he died in 1999; he was the most intense love of my life) is sitting to my left. I keep showing him passages of what I'm reading, and each time he nods. Across the room is Andrea (IRL also passed several years ago). I cross over to sit closer to her and continue reading.

Next scene I'm standing outside with 3 Marcos (IRL he was always changing his looks, attitudes and life perspective) and 2 Andreas. I'm showing all of them a big poster of head shots of Marco in various incarnations. I walk over to face one of the Marcos, who is bare chested with lots of chest hair (which he did not have IRL) wanting him to hug me, but he won't. I turn to another Marco, this one very young (teenage) and wearing a suit. He doesn't get why I want to be with him, but grudgingly obliges. For a few minutes we dance together, in an old-fashioned way.

Suddenly I've walked away from all of them and I'm crying. One of the Andreas comes to me and we hug.

Then I wake up with the title song in my head.
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Wow, that was quite a dream. Were you happy or sad to wake from that one?
 
Don't remember dreams. My real life is starting to feel like a dream.
 

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