dream soia I like to be woken up sometimes just as I am falling asleep, because I then realize how my thoughts were escaping reality. I find myself thinking things that "don't make sense" and yet while I was thinking them, they made perfect sense. It reminds me that logic does not necessarily lead to truth. 010222 ... anonymouse I like to dream of soia messing with all the little plants genes creating super plant races its pretty frightening... 010531 ... kinkazoid i rememeber my dreams often, ill post them all here everytime i remember one...yippi im excited!! 1- when i was about 5 years old, i had a dream i was in a small dark room with a man and my mother. I was tied to a chair, and the man had a gun to my head. my mom had a painting board thingy... whatever its called... in front of her and he told her to paint a picture of something, i cant remember what it is now, or he would kill me if it wasnt good enough or fast enough. she had like 30 min to paint it. she was almost done and almost out of time when she started slowing down. she was hardly painting at all now...i yelled to her to hurry up or im gonna die but she just smiled at me and didnt paint. i woke up cuz i was yelling "mom paint faster" and my sister got mad. that dream made me realize how selfish my mom is and how much she hates me (see the_story_of_my_mom for further details 010714 ... arinna i had a dream that laughter and friendship and holding hands was all okay, that nothing was wrong, but then i woke up and found out that i was a tramp. 010715 ... violet I'm not a dream and yes I wear red shirts and black shorts and red shoes every day every day and yes whoa hey my hair's a new color repetitive things are always surprising and I can't I can't stand it my clothes just want to come off and if dreams don't mean anything then why do they repeat? 010716 ... silentbobfuckyou your kissed her once brief but good and i just walked away so i didnt have to see either of your faces ever again. 010717 ... angie last nite i had a dream that i was singing "my name is jonas" by weezer... that was pretty cool... 020120 ... fallen I dreamt that I woke up to your blinking eyes....... such a cruel dream 020120 ... birdmad i don't want to sleep anymore not if i have to dream 020130 ... silentbob i had a dream but i forot what it was 020131 ... sickofdreams lucky you 020131 ... otis reddin i've got dreams to remember 020206 ... Webley im dreaming you, you're dreaming me 020410 ... pralines&cream I dreamt that I was pregnant, and as my tummy swelled up, i told myself "You haven't had intercourse; you won't keep the baby. You haven't had sex." And sure enough, I had a miscarriage, and my stomach flattened out again. 020411 ... lulie I have the same one, night dream, day dream, dry dream, wet dream, always the same dream. I leave. I go. I'm not here. I get in my car and drive. Gone. Because I don't want to stay at all. 020521 ... Lime Rider I was stuck in one place. I was running but moved so slow. Then it came to me: I have to jump while running. And sure enough, moments later I was going mighty fast, soaring 50 metres into the sky. I knew I could make it real. But never again. Then new theory: every dream is actually under water, though it is invisible. How else did I get so high... 021130 ... belly fire I dreamed your desk was made of yellow suede and you had the same couch as me you spent too long in the bathroom arranging each hair just right while I slept next to your kitten you had all these things to give me and I had my simple gift it was meant to show you the past was worth forgetting but you didn't get it when I touched your knee it was the same as before and I suddenly realized I had been dreaming of someone else entirely but with your name on my lips I feel a little silly but - more than anything - guilty but your mom isn't a mayor and your house isn't so big and your desk...how could it be made of yellow suede? 021217 ... kerry belly fire, i really liked that. 021217 ... SuicidalAngel I don't dream anymore 021217 ... belly fire thanks Kerry :) it's only fun when you remember the truly f*cked up dreams 021218 ... kerry i hear ya 021218 ... splat I could count myself a king of infinite space if not for these motherfucking dreams 030311 ... Mandy One time, I dreampt that I got stabbed in my neck, then neatly ripped open from between my collar bones to my pelvis. It was scary. One time I dreampt that Jerry stabbed me right above my left hip while I was sleeping in my Grandma's bed. The knife didn't go all the way through, so I took it and said, "Well, if you're not going to finish the job, I will," and pushed the knife all the way through. Then, I went to church and Wolverine was there. Instead of being able to heal himself, he healed me. It was awesome. One time, I dreampt that Andrew was sleeping on my grandma's bed facing the window kinda curled up on top the covers. I came home, and saw him and thought something like, "Oh, Andrew's here." Then, I got in bed beside him and threw my arm across him like it was what I always did. Then he turned over and smiled at me. I smiled back. That's my favorite dream. Andrew's my best friend. 030629 ... Mandy I spelled "dreamt" wrong...oops 030629 ... Sj Dream me away from here.... I love the way everything in dreams make perfect sense. No matter what. I can have green hair and blue eyes and be 3'7" and I won't care. 030801 ... u24 weird. as usual. (normal then?) 1. I was collecting rings, in a kind of metal-glass-concrete terrain, like a car park, but.. more urban (!) Gollum was there (hiding behind a secret door) He had one ring, I had some others, I met some other people, we compared rings, we knew where all but one came from, there was one which was different. They were all silver, with different patterns on them. I can't remember much more. (I haven't watched LOTR for ages, either) 2. We were on a railway, where lots of people were, bustling around, or waiting. There were large offices and (dockyards?) above us, very industrial, dirty. A gang of chinese (or korean?) looking people suddenly jumped on this guy, stamped on him and broke his leg (we heard the crunch) He cowered while they beat the living shit out of him, he looked beggingly at us. The youths were armed with knives (there were about 10 of them) They finally left him crumpled across the railway tracks. They hung around, waiting for the train. I couldn't watch. I ran up the track, away from the gang. I hoped to get far enough up the track to stop the next train in time. Someone must have seen me waving, or noticed the commotion, because security gates came crashing down and blocked off that section of track. The signals changed and the kid's life was saved. 040618 ... krupt dreams induced by xanax, alcohol, marijuana, and vicodan. they put me in a coma and allow me to sleep. i sit here trying to type as the keyboard moves back and forth in front of me. i have seen too many things in my sleep, i wish i could just give it up but i need it to function. i hate the graphic visions i see in my mind, in my sleep, i need something else... its her i need, her witht hose eyes, i need to stare deep within them and kiss her lips for hours. i need her... whoever she is. 080309 ... Fido This is my sweet spreckled fantasy and my sweet hits Of ecstacy and the hits are small too small to see So you'll have to wait For the words to pass on by O world wonders meinenyourin careening blunders Caving craving craters permeating its teeth I don't care to swear to any God I know I'll carry the curses to and fro with pride Until the day they said I died screamin the verses from all the Poems I lied! No bullets; your bullets please sir I've sweat bullets Of higher caliber than this filth you're slinging I take no store in the bore you place before these feet these eyes can shoot lies like lasers and I know The bits you boat of are but tazers in the sun! But the rubbish permeates me neighbors so strong Only ways er blocked by thicky foggy chokey hazes. You're crazy if you think I'd cross that marsh to Go anyplace you can GOOGLE. I've yet to see the map that rounds round to me Its been swallowed by a honey bee. 080309 ... native persimmon I do but I want to spend some daylight with you 080309 ... no reason people i hardly knew said i wasn't ready for life 080311 ... native persimmon in my sleep thoughts I board the wrong boat, and passing from one wrong port to another there is but skies of treacherous sea but finally last night, I enjoyed the wrong destination somewhere in a fictitious Eastern Europe 080312 ... belly fire A random dream: my house and your house all mixed up, he was there - your buoy, a dream version then the house transformed back into yours, and Trevor took me away. 080730 ... exquisiteparadox I've seen... electric pink and electric blue CDs that turn into bugs my own wedding, time and time again my own pregnant belly a kiss with a faceless man my first love being riddled with bullets and dying before my eyes lobby couches rafts on puddles of mud helping a little girl find a bathroom flying across a lake, skimming my fingers in the water someone else's wedding, everything going wrong the touch screen computer from work my ballet company dancing on my feverish bed or maybe those were other lives or someone's else dreams 081024 ... Fido Above post from Fido is fraud. -Fido 091226 ... unhinged you have a lip ring covered in beautiful tattoos you want to do yoga with me you bring me flowers you are not intimidated by me you make me feel the way i should have always been made to feel: wonderful beautiful great complete i want to make a future that changes my past with_you 091226 ... Risen I used to dream about you. Not often, not too much, but I would always wake up haunted. I told you about the dreams I had, once, or one type of them anyway. Where I was running from you, but you were everywhere I turned, until I fell down steps and broke every bone in my body. No points for pop psychology here. I was running from my guilt. From you, who I hurt more than anyone. Back when I was crazy. Back when I was evil. Old_Me. Now we are friends. Ten years on, I have begun to repair some of the damage done. I still feel the guilt. When I remind myself of all of the security systems (literal and figurative) that you hide behind because of me. My past actions. But we are friends now. Now when I dream about you, I am running to you. We live in a_world_of_purple_grass. There I can be yours, and you mine. I wake aching for you. For all that can never be. I never told you, though, about the other sort of dream I used to have about you. I don't think I remembered until now. Once every few thousand dreams you become lucid. You know it is a dream, that you could do anything. Whenever I had those dreams, it would become a race, between my mind and my will. I would start to wake up, but I would will myself to stay asleep as I raced towards your house. I wanted just one minute with you in my dreams. One where I wasn't running. I don't know what I would have done when I found you. I always woke up first. The strange thing is, the dreams where I ran to you frightened and haunted me more than those in which I ran away. 130308 ... nr in mine last night, i came up with the band name "she the landlord." i really feel like my subconscious can do better. 150105 ... amy in red 夢 160228 ... nr i was cast as the lead in a musical we were performing in school, and i was in class for some reason about to "present" some lines from it to our teacher (who was my old boss) and a girl i went to elementary and high school with. i was trying to remember the name of the musical; it was something that involved multiple people. and then i finally came up with it: Mr. Darcy and the Survivalists. upon waking, i was pretty sure, for some reason, that i'd meant to say The Pirates of Penzance. but i am curious what the dream-named one would entail. 211122 ... tender_square he said in the dream the woman had been a teacher to him, in english. maybe she had taught him in high school, but he was certain he’d studied with her at ole miss. he didn’t recognize this fictitious woman in the dream, said she was a composite character. curiously, she had a first and last name that both began with the letter “c,” names that escape me now, but she possessed the name of an actual person nonetheless—a former representative in congress. he said this mature woman, his teacher, handed him book titled “the gold within”; the book itself was made entirely of gold. he insisted that he couldn’t take this gift from her and she wouldn’t hear of his refusal. when he looked up her name upon waking later, he realized she’s the representative for the region of massachusetts that his novel’s protagonist hails from. 211123 ... tender_square he said he dreamt of us having a renewal vow ceremony, it was being officiated by a muslim woman. i willingly agreed to wear the embellished gown and hijab but he wasn’t comfortable with this choice, he felt it was a form of extremism, that i was turning my back on the beliefs i was brought up in as a child, metaphorically speaking. the officiant in the dream was also coincidentally a canadian immigration officer who would preside over our paperwork. and when he awoke, he thought, there’s a reason why i’m hesitant to pursue residency in a country i was never born in. in his retelling, i wondered aloud if all our lofty windsor plans were our attempt at renewal and if, perhaps, we’d been misguided or divergent in what that really meant to us. 211207 ... tender_square he said he was at a graduation, it was like his all-boys high school farewell, but the ceremony was taking place in the art center where we had our wedding reception. in the dream, he had a speaking role, and he realized it was to take a vow. his family was present, but i wasn’t among them. and at the last minute, he wished he could opt out of saying the vow aloud. the scene changed to a darkened park where his family continued to gather in honor of him. his sister had brought a date that was not her husband. when he asked about it, his father said, “your brother doesn’t know?” his sister remarked that her husband was out with another woman, which was why she was with someone else too. following that, he was in windsor, he’d said, in a taxicab. he was heading home back to the states. the driver was taking a route that wasn’t the right way, and when he relayed this to the driver, the driver said the he remembered seeing him at a party the night prior, a party he denied ever being at. at the end of the dream, he left the taxi to find home on his own and he was standing in a street full of people who were in various stages of drunkenness, bordering on the chaotic. the dream sequence had upset him. the uneasiness he woke with dogged him all day. i said, maybe the vow was related to something he had to do to recommit to himself, and suggested he take a fierce inventory of his life. it took place in an art center, i said, a place where people not only display but practice their craft; maybe you should start there. in the dream he said he didn’t have to sign up for a speaking role, but rather he chose to. it was only when he realized what it entailed that he wanted to back out. i asked him what were the characteristics that he believed defined his sister. he answered, discipline, an upholding of social values and mores, an ease with which she fit into organizations and systems, and finally, her sense of faith. perhaps these are the areas with which you need development, i offered. you’re lacking in discipline right now, you’ve only just begun to write again. you speak of how much you want to find social support, but you rebel against social values that you can’t relate to, you reject being a part of any sort of system. you’ve also spoke about how you wish to deepen your spiritual side. but i couldn't say why his sister was with another man, only that he shouldn't limit himself. but what about the windsor sequence, he asked. i didn’t want to say what i thought it really meant, which is that he would never commit to windsor, the states was his home. someone else is driving you, i said. and they insist you were at a party and at the end of the dream the people around you are intoxicated, so there's a link there. maybe i’m being driven by my shadow, he said. maybe he’s taking you down a different route that you need to see, i wondered. no, he was going the wrong way, he insisted, i know my shadow. and i wanted to say how the shadow is a tricky bugger that can sneak up on you when you think you have it all under control. but i kept my mouth shut because i didn’t care to explain how it was that i knew that. 220105 ... Bizzar dreams are where you used to live. where *we* used to live. down at the end of a long, empty hallway. our laughter a distant echo, one you'd miss if you didn't hold your breath to listen between heart beats. like a shaded memory that you aren't sure you didn't invent. i'd climb into bed early to get back to you sooner. to the us that ran in the waves together. the us that knew every inch of each other. every turn. every curve. every freckle. the us that hit snooze on our alarms one too many times to get a few extra minutes of cuddles and then rush through our morning with shared showers, coffee, quick kisses and i love you goodbyes. the us that maybe got married, a wedding of some elaborate and silly theme, i'm sure. if i know "us" at all. and in the early waking hours, i would dwell in those dreams, as the sleepy, fading images crumbled at the fluttering of my eyelids. i would cling to them and press them to my chest, breathe them in and hold them in my lungs, as the sun cut through the broken blinds, tearing through your ghost that lay beside me, illuminating the you-shaped hole in my heart. and i would crawl to my feet and blink away the last of you. and begin counting down the minutes until i could be yours again. 220302 what's it to you? who go blather from