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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Best night's sleep in awhile. Got up to use the bathroom and realized my alarm was going to go off in a half hour or so. I always feel a little cheated when that happens, because 30 minutes really doesn't seem like enough--you get back to sleep just in time to be woke up. Also, I wonder if there's a right amount of alcohol to help remember dreams. I had a bit more than I'd have liked, but not as much as I sometimes have. I've forgotten maybe half of what I remembered on waking, but still remember a pretty good chunk.

We're in a high school classroom setting and I'm in the student seating--although I think I was my current age. There was a cute girl I know up in front of the classroom. I don't know if she was teaching or what, but she was up front. I had some materials suitable for sketching so I did a sketch of her (with red accents) on my T-shirt. After the class I made my way over and showed it to her. Apparently I'd asked her out in an earlier dream or something and, being the modern era, she'd run a background check on me and one of my credit cards seemed fishy to her. I didn't feel like trying to persuade her so I just offered to drop her off where she was going in my limousine, which we were now in (don't ask. It was a dream.) Then I had to go back to the school (which may have turned into a factory at some point). I was meeting with a guy who was either trying to sell it to me and another guy or had just bought it and was showing us what he was up to. He was pointing out the things that needed fixing and how much it would cost, etc. There was stuff after that, but I don't remember.
 
Not slept in two days so was good to finally dream last night.

The first three were very similar, in one I was looking at my living room, I looked away and when I looked back it was full of planks of wood top to bottom.

Later I was out in the street and the same thing happened there, I'm not sure if the wood replaced the cars or was just over the top of them.

In the last of the wood trilogy I was looking in the sky and a circle of planks appeared their floating in the sky.

Later on I was with a friend and he was showing me around the office, I lost him at some point and tried to find a lift to get out, when the lift came to the floor, there was a shop in the lift where a fat woman sold individuall ants in test tubes, I got in the lift but she was taking so much room my face was squashed up against her shoulder, then another fat guy wanted to get in the lift, I woke before he could get in.
 
I think my subconscious is trying (a bit late) to teach me how to pick up girls. Had a few dreams last night, but the one that remains, I'm in the Reserves. I think we're wearing the old 1982-2000 uniforms and I'm making small talk with a cute fellow officer that was probably modeled on one I dated when I was on active duty.

OK. Here's where dream logic gets odd. Like I say, we were in 20th century uniforms, but it took place after OIF. Another thing I was going to leave out because it really didn't apply is I must've forgotten the name of one of my Marines from the war, because in the dream he was being played by someone I went to OCS with. They were both Hispanic so my subconscious must've just said "fuck it, I'll swap the other guy in."

Anyway, I'm making small talk with this cute female officer and she tells me that one of the guys I was in the war with is entertaining the troops with war stories and now at least a couple of the cute female junior enlisted Marines are interested in me. Of course in the dream I have no idea what to do with this. Officers dating enlisted is strictly forbidden. Heck, a major isn't supposed to date a captain. But after I woke up, I realized the dream officer was hinting that she was interested in me. And thinking back on the dream, the eye contact, expressions, and body language were all there.

Of course I'll never notice it IRL and I'll just blunder around dateless and alone.
 
Ohh...let's try to get this in order. Again, having a dog that hogs a good chunk of the bed every night and a cat that joins us for a part of the night probably shaped it. I've got a big house in the dream and I'm up on a kind of loft style bed. For some reason I(?)--someone has a bunch of green-army-men. I've got a bunch of guests staying over and they're sleeping everywhere and trashing the place. One guy, who is modeled on someone I knew back in Oregon, is on a little twin mattress on a cabinet or something, next to my bed but he has a bunch of stuff and it is encroaching onto my bed. Also, he has a bunch of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups that he's allowed to spill all over, creating a huge mess--and being dangerous for my dog and cat. Then at some point I had to go out in the yard. I'm...trying to stay in shape(?) because I'm doing wind sprints and jogging in place and such and then some fratboys think it would be funny to throw...an airsoft BB?...at me. I'm giving them the stink eye but they do it anyway, so I charge them like a beaned batter charging the mound and, because it is a dream, even though they're only--oh and I threw a handful of walnut husks or something at them from off the ground--although they're only a few feet away, they're impossible to catch. Then 3 more guys try to get in my way and so I clothesline one of them. At that point my subconscious apparently remembers I'm ineffectual in dreams because I think I take a swing at one of the other guys but nothing happens.
 
Stupid repitive dream last night where I doesn't hours trying to reconcile two spreadsheets for work not being able to do it, and then realising after spending hours of listless sleep on it they aren't even real.

I'm having a week off work, can I just not think about it for a while?
 
whisky said:
Stupid repitive dream last night where I doesn't hours trying to reconcile two spreadsheets for work not being able to do it, and then realising after spending hours of listless sleep on it they aren't even real.

I'm having a week off work, can I just not think about it for a while?
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When I was in high school, I hated those dreams where I was doing math homework. It was bad enough doing math homework in real life.
 
Again, more dreams than I remember. Themes were dead family members and communal living. First one I remember anything of, I'm in some kind of dorm environment. We're getting ready to go...to Europe? Some significant event. And it will involve D&D. And there's a cute girl crashed out on the floor. I ask someone what the deal is and he says (somehow) thanks to me, a lot more women want to go and play magic users. I later woke up enough to wonder why I didn't invite the girl to sleep in my bed (I mean, apart from it being a bunk bed). I tried mightily to get back into that dream for some reason but couldn't.

Then I had to go get a tractor and bring it home. The location was kind of modeled on the neighborhood in front of my house, only with 2 incredibly steep hills thrown in--one down to a stop sign where I needed to make a left and then one back up. But to get the tractor out of the driveway my aunt had to move her car. It was a little old tractor but it's been decades and decades since I last drove a tractor and I'd never driven this model so I narrowly missed running into her car while trying to figure out the throttle. If she hadn't been paying attention, I'd have hit her. So I wasn't too happy when she went in front of me for the steep short downhill with a stop at the bottom and a left onto a busy road. But by then I was getting the hang of the gas and the clutch and the brake on the thing. Then someone was coming up on me fast and I was trying to decide if I should go for 3rd gear on the hill or just let him tailgate me. Turned out the tractor had enough torque and the hill was steep enough that it was actually faster than the car on the hill.

Last, I got to my parent's farm (don't think it was on the tractor). No one was home yet and I was tidying up a few things when realized I should hurry up to my room to download some porn because I hadn't looked at any porn in awhile. But by this time my Mom's minivan was parked out in front of the garage with the sliding door open and the motor running. I climbed in to look around and it somehow went into gear. There was no way I could get to the driver's seat so I turned the wheel hard left which helped but even so, it was only a matter of time before I hit something. Eventually I realized I could put it in neutral and it coasted to a stop. By the time I drove it back to where it belonged, my brother had parked a late 1990s red Camaro in her spot (along with a motorcycle? on a trailer?) and that's about when I woke up.
 
I was reading about the 4 Idaho students stabbed in thier sleep just before I went to sleep so naturally I had a dream related to it.

I was in a hospital. A man had been stabbed and he told me a toxin was being released from his neck, where he had been stabbed
I start trying to escape from the window
Suddenly I wake up tho- in my dream- and there is a waiting room full of people and I start shouting about what happened and we are all in danger.
No one reacts.
And I say," I need someone to believe me!" And someone points to a lady.
And then I wake up again. In my dream.
And I do the last scene over, only now I point to the lady that believes me. And then I wake up in real life.
And now I have a light on.
 
I was at a freinds house who I only know through Facebook and lives in America, he had a crazy friend who kept trying to poke me in the bum with sharp metal.

I didn't like it.
 
Last night was pretty freakin' good. Made me realize another dream location. I have these places that exist in my dreams. They seem real; like I could drive to them if I were in that neck of the woods, but I realize they're just locations in my dreams. They haven't been as much of a factor as when I was in my 20s & 30s, but last night I had one and it's the first time I realized it was a dream location. Back when I was around 11-13 my Dad was real active in Scouting and got to do training seminars for a week two consecutive summers down at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. So we took the classic National Lampoon's Vacation road trip. Loaded up the station wagon and drove from Wisconsin. In those days you'd get a printed directory from the major hotel chains so you could call and make reservations. Anyway, the point is, somewhere around northern Nebraska and the bottom of Minnesota there's a really cool hotel with a great big elaborate pool (in my dreams). I don't get down that way very often, but when I do I'm excited to stay there. Unfortunately the timing is such that I don't get there until after the pool is closed and wind up leaving as early as possible the next day so I don't think I've ever got to swim in the pool.

Last night I was on some kind of school trip--band, football, debate club--whatever--but we were all adults, so maybe it was for a college. At any rate it was a big enough group that the hotel was going to keep everything open for us as long as we wanted to use it. After we checked in we had to come down for some kind of orientation and the speaker was further announcing some microbrew had run a batch of jalepeno flavored beer that they'd planned to sell for $100 a bottle but then the Big Game got cancelled so we could have this special beer for just $6 a bottle. Around this point I realized I was barefoot. Since the talk seemed like it was wrapping up--but that this guy was going to go on for some time about this beer deal, I figured I'd slip up to my room, throw on some shoes or flip-flops and make it back down before I was missed (I knew it was faux pas to just walk out on this guy). So of course as I'm rounding the corner to go up the steps to my room, I accidentally flip the lightswitch and everyone in the room does that shout of exasperation we do when someone turns off the lights accidentally. So of course in flipping that switch back on I managed to switch another one off. I got that one back on and decided even though I'd blown my chance at getting away without being noticed I might as well go get my shoes because they'd definitely notice me if I skulked back to the group from the lightswitches.

Then I woke up for a bit and managed to get back into the dream (or at least a related dream). But this time we were doing some kind of airsoft game in the hotel so I was getting my gear together for that.
 
Do you ever miss somenoe you only knew in dreams? I met a girl last night but turns out she isn't real and never will be!
 
Had a fair number of dreams last night without them "sticking." I'd wake up just enough to go "oh, yeah, that was a dream." Two that I remember any detail on: One was dominatrixes, putting together a BDSM party. Only it wasn't all sexy or anything, it was a bunch of people in street clothes, working out the schedule and what equipment and supplies they'd need. The other one apparently revolved around me telling boring and stories.

My Dad was driving me to karate practice because (in the dream) I'd had my foot operated on at some point (why I was going to karate if I couldn't drive is something to ask my subconscious). The streets were like Italy or something--narrow and twisty. He had to turn a downhill dogleg, cut it too close, and jumped a curb. This caused the car to skid across the street, hit the far curb, and flip up to where the side of the car almost hit a building, before falling back down. So I started some rambling story that even I couldn't keep track of about how once your car gets its first scratch or dent the magic of having a nice car is gone. At that point I realized my foot was fine and that I'd been having my Dad drive me just out of habit. Then on the way we stopped at an old-fashioned drug store that had a soda fountain and a bunch of people from the karate class were there, along with assorted fiances and such. So I launched into some long 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon story about how I knew everyone and everyone finished whatever they were doing there and were trying to get to their cars and I was still shouting after them to try to somehow wrap up the story with some kind of point at the end.
 
Just remembered another snippet--another one that it took a second to realize didn't happen and was a dream.--looking at a paneled wall in a room and explaining this is kind of what I want to do to the back wall of my bedroom, and that it will be to hide a little closet door.
 
Something about Princess Diana accidentally being completely flashed when she started walking and the two maids who were holding onto her dress didn't move, so the dress stayed where is was and she just walked out of it nude.
 
Pretty straightforward one last night. Some kind of family event with speakers. I may or may not have been roped into hosting it. I definitely was supposed to do a speech--but this got sprung on me so I didn't have anything rehearsed and was trying to think what I could talk about when I found out they'd picked out the subject of my speech. It was a stupid subject so I was just going to ignore it, but we never got that far because I was going to wear my tuxedo but couldn't find the bowtie. All I had was this stupid reversible bowtie--and that doesn't work if you've ever tied a bowtie; both sides show. In fact in the dream, the tie was at least 3 different colors. So I had an idea where the right tie was and was thinking about how I could get it when I realized I didn't have any shoes either. And every effort to get shoes was a setback. I had some loafers that might do until I could get the right shoes but they needed polish. Then in the dream I remembered my shoes for with the tux were destroyed--like big holes along the outsoles where my socks were showing through and a kind of dull grey color for much of the rest of the upper. So then I had to try to make the loafers work. I didn't have an black polish so I was hoping careful use of brown would camouflage the scuffs. Instead it turned the entire shoes a really bright mahogany/tobacco color. Finally got some black but it wasn't working. Then someone tried to take the shoe polish away from me for some other stupid thing. Finally, at the end of the dream, it turned out it wasn't even a pair of shoes and one of the shoes was about 6 sizes too big.
 
whisky said:
Something about Princess Diana accidentally being completely flashed when she started walking and the two maids who were holding onto her dress didn't move, so the dress stayed where is was and she just walked out of it nude.
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Latest revelation from Harry's book.
 
Another short dream that felt totally real at the time but, when I think about it, makes no sense: I'm taking a shower. It's supposed to be my Mom's house but it is nothing like my Mom's house. And she's been dead for over a decade. I notice that big clumps of hair--I mean, enough to build a Wookie--are coming out of my hair as I shampoo. Huh. I guess I must've cut my hair and some of it was still up there. Then I happen to peek out the shower curtain and the bathroom is under about a foot of water. The drain(s) in the floor must've gotten clogged with all the hair (that is also floating around out there). So I grab a plunger and plunge one of the drains and call for Mom. By the time she gets there the water has drained and she doesn't believe me when I tell her how high it was. I guess maybe she's right and that it wasn't as high as I thought but that it was pretty high.
 
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