Weird Dreams/ Nightmares

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This was a dream I had last night:

The first part I remember was being at school - college or high school, that didn't look familiar. I was an enrolled student but I'd missed a bunch of classes and could not remember the order of my classes/ where I was supposed to be. I was anxious. I didn't know whether to go to the administration office and ask for help or to just leave. I felt that I would be berated for forgetting - so I left.

Then, I was supposedly on vacation with my mom, but later in the dream I was calling my mom (who has travelled quite a bit by herself in real life) who was telling me about the places I should check out. I was supposedly near the Rockies - the plane went over and landed near the Rockies but I wasn't on it. I watched my plane land in my destination while I was already there. In someplace like Jasper, but it was in Saskatchewan (yes, I know)... And this made sense in my dream for some reason.

She tells me I need to go to a department store. It looks like a bargain basement store in places, like the Army and Navy in the downtown east side of Vancouver...and in other places it is an English department store like Marks and Spencers...but more posh. They sold silk Jackie O style dresses, and scarves - in £, but not very expensive, all laid out beautifully on glass shelving, and I was impressed by this. Then, I was in the bargain basement again, and a man walks by and hands me a paper bag with a pair of wing tipped leather and tweed men's shoes, and keeps walking. Inside one of the shoes is a bag of weed.

Then, I am in a motel room on the ground floor, street level, which was also an air bnb apartment. I was disappointed because there were other people staying there. It wasn't my own place. I decided to smoke some weed which the others were very interested in, and not much else. I'm sitting at a table.

The table I'm at is now in a bar/ pub on the second floor overlooking a street that looks like Chinatown somewhere. There is a festival/ Mardi Gras thing going on. Tourists everywhere. Mötley Crüe is playing in the bar (yes, I know). I have to take a picture. No one will believe this. From the balcony patio of this pub I have a view of the patio balcony of a bar across the street. Iggy Pop and Lou Reed are playing there. I have to get a photo, no one will ever believe this. The scene on the street is dickonsonian/ dystopian even though it's supposed to be "fun". There are vultures circling over the street in perfect formation like its part of the festivities. On the balcony there is a grizzly bear statue. It "comes alive" and roars at me. I run out of the bar to the elevator (which looks the same as the elevator to a real restaurant on Robson Street in Vancouver), like the real one - this one smells like urine. I am expecting the walls to start moving or something but nothing happens.

I'm on the street. I have a dog and I love this dog. It's a beautiful grey lab (which I don't think exists in reality) with a shiny coat and a puppy face. Suddenly it growls, shows its teeth and bites my hand. I shake it off and push it away. It gets scared and runs into the street and gets hit by a bus. People are mad at me. There are a group of bikers shouting. Gunshots go off somewhere, and I run (I do not have a walker and can run in this dream)...I'm in a very old "mall" / bunch of hallways/ tunnels that seem underground but they are accessible from the street - something you might find in a on old Chinatown somewhere. It's neither indoor or outdoor. There are prostitues there who look like 50's pin ups in old fashioned underwear and garters, some wearing silk kimonos. A couple of them are sitting despondent on cots or mattresses in the hallway. There are sand which board signs offering "massage services". There are a couple of older men walking through. I am freaking out, telling one of the women what's happening and she is very nonchalant, like this is not uncommon. She points to me to somewhere she thinks I will be safe. I leave there.

Now I am in a small store that sells silk bedding and fine garments. I am hiding under the window beside a bed in the display window. Nobody else is there. I'm on my phone on WC2 arguing with @chansen about copyright laws, something to do with the photos I posted of Motley Crüe and Iggy and Lou Reed. He arranges them in one image of multiple tiles - all the photos of my "trip"... the shoes, the bar, the bands, the air bnb, the shoes - and I am arguing that it doesn't make sense, if what I already posted is against copyright protocol, to post that whole collection now - then it dawns on me, as I am hiding in this store, "Why am I arguing with chansen right now? I have bigger concerns going on here." I text the cops and they arrive across the street. In a police van and an undercover Ava'
VW van with images painted all over it. I can't remember what the images were.

Then a well dressed, well connected looking, bohemian style, older woman walks in a side door into the store from what seems like one of the previous hallway. An older man comes in the front door. The woman asks me why I'm there and I told her. I told her what had happened - that I smoked weed - and she asked me if I was sure it wasn't ' other drugs...and lamented about "I don't know what's happened to the neighbourhood." ...then I woke up.



This is one of my more interesting dreams. At some point I knew it was just a dream and it would be okay to let it happen because I was intrigued. I had another weird one last week that I forgotten, so his time I wrote some things down as soon as I woke up.

Anyone else?
 

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Numismatists as psychosomatic?

There are those that do not believe in wraiths as dreams ...
 

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I rarely remember my dreams anymore. I recall some from years ago but nothing recent. I know I'm having them, but I guess they haven't had enough of an impact for me to try to retain them. Unfortunately, most of my memorable dreams aren't repeatable here (though they do make fodder for my erotica). For whatever reason, I was prone to rather X-rated dreams for a time.

And the nightmares, I'd rather not remember. The worst (for me) are the spider dreams. These are often innocuous seeming dreams that somehow end with spiders frightening me in some way. Blundering into a web, huge spiders crawling on me, you get the drift. I am arachnophobic to some degree, which explains them. However, I have managed to mostly overcome it in conscious life (e.g. I can handle small to medium-sized spiders without even flinching) but clearly my un/subconscious isn't getting the memo.
 

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Those without aspirations have no future as the wraiths were expelled ... thus only the physical existence remains and these cannot get beyond that ... it is writ!
 

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I can usually remember parts of my dream right after waking up, but it quickly fades. The weirder the dreams the less I remember and the faster it fades.
Some of the common stuff sticks, but not necessarily the details of them. Those ones tend to be nightmares.
 

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I don't remember dreams. I'm pretty sure I'm mentally healthy enough to have them, and I have very regular sleep cycles, so they obviously don't penetrate consciousness enough to nudge me to remember them. I've tried keeping a journal near my bed, listening to lucid dreaming tracks whilst falling asleep, etc. I haven't had many nightmares since I was a kid, either. I was a sleepwalker, as well, which I also don't do now.
 
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The ones I remember bits of are usually nightmares or bordering on nightmares, like a Cohen brothers movie. So they're interesting enough that I can handle them. I do have good dreams but they are less interesting usually and I only remember "that was a nice dream" but the details get forgotten very quickly. As long as I don't go back to sleep and I commit to recalling the weirder ones, I usually can. But even those are rare. Most of the time I don't recall whether I dreamt at all - but lately with my hormones haywire and getting nightsweats, they are more vivid. I read somewhere that indigestion can bring on nightmares, too.

Another "theme" I've noticed in some of my dreams is that I really have to pee, and I'm getting anxious looking for a toilet - then I wake up and have to pee. Sometimes I'm relieved to have found a toilet and I am peeing in my dream and I'm very glad about this - but when I wake up at that time I haven't wet the bed, I do have to get up and go. I'm concerned that one of these days, I will wet the bed, other than sweating!
 
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I remember snippets of dreams. In my experience, if you want to remember more about your dreams, it is helpful to have someone who is interested in dreams and enjoys discussing them.
 

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Maybe. My old guy has interesting dreams and likes discussing them. I'm happy enough to help him psychoanalyze them, usually with something as helpful as "wow, you have crazy dreams", or "no, I DID NOT DO THAT". I have a fairly complex interior life, but I seem to "go deep" into subconsciousness/sleep.
 

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Recurring dreams are really interesting . . . I have a few of them which repeat themselves over and over with only minor variations in detail.

I dream sometimes about being pregnant again. No longer a possibility but it always seems like a sensible dream when I have it.
 

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Another "theme" I've noticed in some of my dreams is that I really have to pee, and I'm getting anxious looking for a toilet - then I wake up and have to pee. Sometimes I'm relieved to have found a toilet and I am peeing in my dream and I'm very glad about this - but when I wake up at that time I haven't wet the bed, I do have to get up and go. I'm concerned that one of these days, I will wet the bed, other than sweating!
I know these well. I suspect it's one of those cases where the subconscious knows what's up and is saying, "Wake up, you twit. You're going to wet the flipping bed."
 
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Interesting. Dogs like the one in my dream do exist. I've never seen one in real life. The closest is maybe a Weinereimer.

 
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Recurring dreams are really interesting . . . I have a few of them which repeat themselves over and over with only minor variations in detail.

I dream sometimes about being pregnant again. No longer a possibility but it always seems like a sensible dream when I have it.
I had dreams like that in my 30's. I figured it was my "baby clock" running out. I also had a recurring dream, a few times, about my own baby daughter (who I never had) who I called Beanbag. Lol.
 
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Writing them down makes the mild nightmares less scary. I actually found parts of this one - like arguing on WC while all these bizarre things were happening around me - kind of funny. If you maintain some creative/ intellectual curiousity about them they're interesting. I still remember a couple of terrifying ones from when I was a kid though.

I know that this dream had bits and pieces in it related to what I've been reading about and watching recently, also. A big one was a story about a young teenage drop out groupie who slept with/ was preyed upon, allegedly, by some of my favourite rock stars, and did all kinds of drugs with them (and mention of Bowie in a silk kimono), and looking at old photos of Carnaby Street and reading ghoulish stories about old England - and about the latest on Michael Jackson. I was reading articles and watching clips about him, and the creepiness of Neverland ranch - like an abandoned Disneyland with a live bear and other predator animals on it. Those stories and the cognitive dissonance they raise - as well as other violent stories in the news - are not good late night reading!
 
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I was on a site that had old photos, collections from several decades past - and one of them was a series of photos of debutante looking people in the early 20th Century, half passed out in opium dens. That was several days ago.
 
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I was on a site that had old photos, collections from several decades past - and one of them was a series of photos of debutante looking people in the early 20th Century, half passed out in opium dens. That was several days ago.
 

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Dreams are like an alternative universe aren't they? While we're having them they appear to he reality until we wake up.
Sometimes I go back to sleep to finish a good dream and try to pick up where I left off and other times as much as I want to remember my dream after waking, for the life of me, I can" t remember it.
 
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