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[kspr]

i dreamt i was in jail....in a third world country.... and forced to take second grade over as a way to be brainwashed. the fences were all topped with barbed wire, and were really tall. when i had to pick out a book for story time, i realized i could leave whenever i wanted to, because i was an adult and everyone else was 7, so i left. only then was i "allowed" to wake up. ive had these dreams twice before- once i was in jail, and just layed in my bed til i woke up, and the other was when i was in the military, and had to rollerblade everywhere

[Kamau]

I dreamed both something common for me, and something I've never dreamed about before (that I remember, at least).

 

The common thing was dreaming about telling the gf the details of my dream after "waking up". Except she wouldn't listen, so I stewed on it and gave up. And then didn't remember the details clearly when I really did.

 

The never before was falling! I actually jumped off a cliff (because of magic abilities that involved hovering, and the need to prove myself to the group I was trying to infiltrate). And then I jumped off a second one! The second one was scary; I remember being freaked out, much like when I went ziplining for the first time.

[BottomGuy]

One of those rare dreams where it was short enough to talk about, seemingly triggered by nothing going on in my life, and yet despite that I remembered it vividly after waking up.

 

I'm in a small stage theatre that feels like a high school stage because of how small and dimly lit it is. There are people filling up only the first five or so rows and I'm in the audience as well. I then go up on the stage like I know I'm supposed to go up there for some event or contest.  An announcer, who is standing off the stage in front of the first row of seats, tries to announce my name dramatically but then butchers my last name. It turns into him making a joke of it until he gets it right and excitedly say its correct and the audience laughs. The nameless contest begins and I find myself wearing a boxing helmet and facing off against a short woman. I try to punch at her awkwardly but she keeps deflecting my punch or grabbing me in the process. Whenever she grabs me I quickly whip away from her because I don;t like being held in place. Then one time when I punch with my right arm she grabs it but instead of breaking away I swing at her again with my left arm. She grabs this attack too. Now that she has both my arms I don't have the momentum to break free like before.

 

So I headbutt her.

 

And I keep headbutting her until she lets go of me and goes down to a knee. Because she is such a petite woman, I grab her at her shoulders and legs and lift her up over my head. Then I stand there for a bit wondering what I should do. In my mind I am aware that we are fighting on a theatre stage and I don't want to slam her onto the hard, wood floor. Then the audience starts chanting "slam" and I just throw her onto the ground. The crowd goes wild and then I get blindsided by my parents on stage. My dad starts to hug me and congratulate me which is really weird because he has never been excited to this level. After a bit the announcer tells me parents to return to their seats (which is also weird because I distinctly remember them not being there when the dream started). A new person comes up on stage, its a stocky woman, and I start fighting again. Except this time I'm putting in powerful punches and landing them.

 

From there the dream just sort of fades out and I don't know what happened with the second fight other than I was doing well.

[Kamau]

Aside from the first part of the dream, where I made a movie with Geraldo Rivera and then decided to be brave enough to try and become facebook friends... I dreamed that I was Sailor Moon, and the other Scouts had turned to evil. So I captured them with the help of Tuxedo Mask. They were imprisoned inside shackles that I wore around my wrists as a reminder of what could happen to any of us, and I then had to go in and ask if they were ready to repent for their betrayal.

One of them finally said yes, and so I began the process of freeing them from the shackles. It involved pulling on a long string, like floss...and then I discovered that I wasn't pulling them out, I was pulling my own teeth out. There was actual sharp pain but I felt like I couldn't stop until I'd freed them all.

 

I woke up as I moved on to the last one.

[kspr]

i was in a huge huge huge building. like 5 home depots stuck together. i went from room to room, seeing all these places i'd been before. there were familiar people everywhere, even in scenes where they didnt belong.

there was one person who didnt belong. it was a big fat biker guy with a salt and pepper horseshoe moustache, grey tshirt, jeans, and bew balance running shoes. in every room i saw him in, he kept asking me if i had any molli. i kept either ignoring him, or i couldnt talk. i cant remember. once i ran into this character, i kept seeing him everywhere, and every time he would ask me for molli.

[kspr]

this one was really deep in there. i barely remember anything. i was driving a pickup truck along a snowy road. then my gas light came on, and it was the same one as in my car (color F07F00). I was only able to actually see in a small circular area that was where my focus was. around that small circle, im guessing was the color of the insides of my eyelids? it was like looking through a peephole, and the color around it was 530B00. 

[kspr]

i was driving somewhere on the highway. it wasn't in my car, but it was my car. i finally got off, and drove down the exit ramp to the intersection. the light was red, and everyone was stopped across 6 lanes at a broad intersection. the crosswalk changed, and this strange blonde woman with a matte of dreadlocks under an orange headscarf, wearing a purple overcoat, and carrying a shopping bag began to cross. i was somewhere between the second and third lane, and she smiled as she passed. with the light still red, she made it to the end of the crosswalk, when in the sixth lane, a 60's model powder blue mustang plowed her down, and dragged her through the intersection, and straight back onto the highway. then i woke up.

 

then i went back to sleep and i was in a huuuuge nondescript nursing home looking place. everyone there was about my age, mid 20's-ish, and we all wore patient clothes. we were free to roam the building, and i recognized certain people, even though they're not people i know.

 

 

im starting to think im having a prolonged disassociative episode. why are my dreams so familiar?

[Kamau]

I had a crazy dream last night. There was this giant tower with four sides. It looked almost like a pyramid but it was shaped more like a skyscraper. Each side had stairs carved haphazardly into it, all different and each meant to be more challenging than the next. Everyone there was participating in this event, and it was a race to see who could make it up all four sides first. Once you made it all the way up one side, you slid down this equally-giant curved slide that brought you back down to the bottom so you could try again. On the way up, stretched far out on poles that were clearly dangerous to atttempt (just like the entirety of the challenge...) there were these medallions that if you could grab one, you'd be transported to the top of that side. Soo many people tried to grab them and only succeeded in falling from the tower (and thus out of the competition, because once you fell, you were out).

 

A lot of men that I know and recognized were in this competition, and I was somehow participating as well (despite my crazy fear of heights). I had somehow successfully made it up two sides of the pyramid at my own speed, watching as people fell from the tower left and right. An announcement would sound from all around us every time someone fell, announcing their name and that they were now out of the challenge.

 

I was attempting to work my way up my third side, but it wasn't going so well because this side meant working up a self-standing ladder, and my fear of heights had showed up in full force. It was down to four - then one of the guys fell right before the top of the tower. Then it was three - and as I decided to switch to the other side I hadn't attempted, I watched as the forerunner of the challenge fell trying to grab one of the medallions (he and the other remaining contestant had been racing up their final sides, I think?). He kicked and swore at the bottom of the pyramid. 

 

Then it was down to two, and as I started up my side, I watched as the other remaining contestant decided to show off and go for one of the medallions hanging precariously, far off the edge of a pole. He swung himself towards it, and I really thought he was going to fall and that I was going to end up winning no matter how long it took me to get up there (surprisingly, the thought wasn't comforting. I feel like I didn't actually want to win), but at the last second he grabbed it and was now triumphantly holding it in the air at the top of the tower.

 

And then I woke up!

[Stars]

My dream felt very much like something out of a straight-to-video sequel to a tv movie from the 90's. Only thing that ruined it is that someone had a smartphone for a few seconds.

 

I was a teenager who was trying to meet up with his buddies for a larp of some kind. I found that my jeep was out of gas, so I had to take this pickup that was infamous for being difficult to handle. As I was leaving, a friend who reminded me of Chunk from the Goonies joined me in the truck. We headed for the country road that would get us to the event, but the slightest turn would cause the truck to slide all over the place. It was a bit ludicrous how badly this truck handled.

 

Taking place that day was some kind of hardcore bicycle race that alternated between paved and unpaved roads, and we encountered them a short way into our trip. I panicked when I started to power slide toward a group of racers, and I somehow ended up on their off-road route when I tried to swerve out of their way. Much of the rest of the dream involved me and my buddy trying to make it safely off the over-the-top bike trail in our unsafe truck and make it to the larp in time.

 

A couple of times my perspective switched to a mother/daughter pair that was participating in the bike race. At one point when the truck was sliding down the highway where the bike route intersected. The boys were causing a bunch of other cars to swerve and spin out to avoid them, and the mother and daughter cut through traffic in such a way that caused a pile up that blocked a bunch of other racers from getting through.

 

The boys never made it to the larp event. By the time some concerned adults managed to direct them onto an open field where they could safely slide to a stop, the race, the larp, and the afternoon were long since over. Somehow they didn't get in trouble for making such a mess of the highway because everyone was so relieved that they were safe.

[Kamau]

My dream (I can't even say last night because it was all after I saw Tara off this morning for work...so wow, all of that in a little more than an hour and a half...) was really trippy. I think the best way I can explain it is I kept tumbling from sequence to sequence, but each tumble was me thinking I woke up for real, except each time I was still in the dream.

 

I dreamed I was lying in my bed just as I had fallen asleep, on my back. RJ (my parakeet) came and landed near me, then tentatively crept over and began rubbing his head against my chin as a way to get head scratches. I carefully moved my hand over and gave him head rubs with it. This progressed all the way to rubbing his belly (and he was loving it!). I knew my phone was nearby so I was trying to find it so I could take a picture and show Tara, because otherwise neither of us would believe it. 

 

Then I "woke up" in the same position and hadn't gotten the proof beforehand, so I was left wondering if it'd been a dream or if it'd really happened. This sequence may have happened a second time in full.

 

Then I looked at the time while starting to look for the picture proof (in case I did get it) and realized I was way late for work! So I jumped up and now I'm home with my family. for this bit it's just me, and I was running around in a panic because I was supposed to be in at 4 and it was after 7. I kept wondering why no one had called to find out where I was, so I was going to call them, but by this point I was in the shower (though not to take one?) in my bathrobe and the shower was overflowing and getting me soaked. And the bathroom was flooding and I was just so out of it because I was still so tired. I'm pretty sure this sequence happened in slightly different circumstances more than once.

 

I ran out into the kitchen still in my bathrobe, scrambling for my work pants which are still packed in my suitcase from my trip. As I'm scrambling everyone else is being so casual, and I happen to look up and check the time, and it says it's a little after 1. This makes me pause in confusion, and I check my phone and it says it's after 4. Still late. I look back up at the clock in the kitchen and it says 3:20. The times continued to change, but at this point I wasn't late - just going to be if I didn't leave ASAP. So I started grabbing some dinner to go because they were laying it out for the company coming over.

 

And then I woke up for real (I hope) and it's only 10:30 a.m. and I have a text from my boss asking if I can come in early. XD 

 

But man. I didn't know what was up and what was down by the end of that. 

[kspr]

for the last couple of months, i've been held somewhere. it feels like i used to be able to explore the city whenever i wanted, but now i need permission. i almost broke out last night, i was almost able to get away. the institute for the dissociatively gifted is disguised to not look like a prison, or a mental hospital. from the outside, it's a normal high rise apartment building, but for some reason there's a casino on the first floor, i guess that's how it's funded. once i was "in" and was able to move around on my own, i grabbed the first patient i could find, and she and i made our break. we both wore orange jumpsuits, but nobody seemed to notice us. we quickly found someone i knew, who i know in the non-dream world, and we plead for him to drive us out of town. he said he had to run some errands, but would come back to the casino and just let us use his car as long as we brought it back. 

 

the two of us ran down some nondescript beige hallways. they were very tall, like 3-4 stories with floor to ceiling windows. we finally found a service door that let us sit outside without being constantly watched. we talked about nothing i can remember, i just remember that we talked, and eventually i woke up. it will be awhile, i won't know if we actually escaped or not until the next time i'm there. every time i'm able to break into the dreamworld, it takes longer and longer each time for it to cooldown and for me to get back in. 

[Kamau]

My dream last night was all sorts of everywhere last night.

 

I remember hiking through the woods with Puffin and SHE and their families. We were coming back from some event we decided to attend, and they got further and further ahead of me as we trekked. We came out on to a sidewalk that would take us back to where we all started (campus, I think) and I was going to call my mom to keep me company on the walk back because it was dark, but I ran into one of my old principals from school. 

 

I finally made it back to meet up with my friends. (Somewhere in between the last sentence and the next I experienced someone trying to blow up a room or something.) Now it's friends from college instead, and my friend Meghan started telling me about how I NEED to go downstairs and check out this awesomely cool old train station in the basement. I agree to check it out and start going down a ridiculous number of flights of stairs (tbh it was probably like three). The setting is getting darker and darker, with flickering lights and general spookiness. But I get there. 

 

There are three rooms to this abandoned stagecoach (which is what it turned out to be). Everything inside it is old and Victorian-style, including the people. (I'm trying to remember each room because it was completely clear up until a second ago but now I can't recall. ;-; ) There were three connecting cars for me to walk through. The second one, I passed by a window with an empty garden outside, and a comfy-looking chair inside the car. I approached the third car and I could only look through a glazed, yellow-tinted screen. There were people sitting in that car at what looked like a picnic table. The air had been getting spookier and spookier so I didn't like that I ran into people, but I waved hello, and then they all turned to look at me with their dead eyes and zombie-like faces and I hightailed it back out of that stagecoach. On my way out I passed the garden-window, but this time it wasn't empty - there was a zombie gardener outside, and another creepy old man sitting in the comfy chair on my other side. I kept going, walking fast towards the door that would take me out of the stagecoach and back up the stairs. I get within sight of the door and pause, something telling me it's going to be a jump scare. Sure enough, someone bursts through the door - it turns out to be Meghan, and this entire thing was just for fun to scare the crap out of me. I told her I knew she was coming and she complained that there was no way I'd have known, but I pointed out that I had seen her feet below the door. But I told her it wasn't a funny joke and went back upstairs. 

 

Scene change. I'm now walking into a church-like building with my dad and my sister - but my sister is a little kid again. Like 4-5 years old little. Turns out she'd gotten a tooth pulled and had decided she needed to retrieve it and get it put back in her mouth, and there was no stopping her. So we humored her and went back. She found where they had thrown the tooth on the ground and picked it up. I stopped her as she went to put it back in her mouth, telling her if she was going to do it, the dentist had to do it because that tooth was dirty! Said dentist popped his head out of the back room and beckoned her inside. Dad and I stayed out, but Dad wandered off. I spotted a claw machine in the corner of the room and decided to play because the stuffed animals were cute and I had some quarters (it was a fifty-cent machine). When I got to it and started putting my coins in, I discovered it was a sixty-cent machine and got a little miffed at the price jump, but I had a few smaller coins so I said fine. I put in a penny and a dime, then went to put in a quarter. It suddenly said I'd already put in $7, so I went with it. The first try, I missed (and would have stopped if I hadn't somehow had $7 of play, since this was a test play to see how rigged the game was) but every turn after, I got what I was aiming for (including a cupcake?). By the time I was done there were maybe two small stuffed animals left in the machine. I felt guilty, getting all these things without technically playing for the turns. But I scooped them all into a bag (including a DS Lite and a DSi, which I guess I won?) and left behind a board game, as though that would make up for my winnings. Then I darted out the door with my dad and my sister, who had both shown back up.

 

Scene change, I'm now at college, walking this dirt road that would take me to campus. I hear someone say "hey!" to someone else behind me, and I recognized the name so I turned to see my friend Kristen sneaking behind me. She was going to surprise me (since I hadn't seen her in a while) and was miffed at the person who ruined the surprise by saying hi to her. I ended up saying hi and running to catch up with her, since she was now in front of me. I was really happy to see her and get to talk to her. While we were walking, this girl walked past with a long chain dragging behind her. My other friend Moria was now with us, and I grabbed on to the end of the chain, and the three of us started singing the opening to "Look Down" from Les Miserables while I acted it out. The girl with the chain walked in front until we hit the center of campus, which was this empty dirt patch. She started setting up this weird ritual circle, and we all decided it was time to get out of there. Moria vanished, and I sat down with Kristen. I told her about my 'dream' involving the claw machine. I was trying to figure out why I had the dream, wondering what I felt guilty about irl that would have translated into the dream itself. 

 

We never got to interpret, because suddenly Puffin was sitting with me instead. We were talking about our families and then he told me he needed to move, because he needed to climb a mountain for one of his classes. He was telling me how he needed to spend 2 weeks climbing, and that he was nervous because it would take him "past the snow drifts", which was evidently into danger levels.

 

And then I woke up mid-conversation.

[Puffin]

Darn that mountain climbing class, making me move away and all (that had me cracking up).

[matrim]

I dreamt that I had a life, but then I woke up and remembered I'm a developer...

[kspr]

saturday nap on the couch: I was old, in a retirement home at the end of my life old. As I observed all the gross old people around me slowly decaying into nothing, i decided i didn't want to live anymore. I saw two semi transparent green lines appear in my periphery, as well as a tiny green swirling circle directly in front of me. As the lines came closer and closer together, the circle grew bigger and bigger. Inside the circle, I was able to see a fractal pattern start to become noticeable. Eventually the lines met the outside of the circle, which was huge, and it appeared almost as a portal. I willed my soul to step through, and left my body behind.

 

Sunday night: I was walking through town, and got drafted to be in some show about some guy's action figure collection. I sat on the stage on a big set of bleachers, and just held my arms and legs out while reading from a script. everybody loved the show, but i thought it was stupid. 

[kspr]

at one end of town, there's a movie theater and a mall that i've been to in other dreams. Last night I learned that they're illogically circular. There is the main street that runs through town, and connects to the city, yet the main street connects to itself in a big circle, without actually being a circle. I was riding my bike, which could transform into my car, and trying to get somewhere. I got a flat tire, and went into a gym to call a taxi, when i saw some people i recognized. they offered to give me a ride, but wanted to take it back once they saw i had a bike. i took the front wheel off, and crammed into the back seat with one other person, and four dogs on leashes. they dumped me out somewhere, and i was really stressing about being late somewhere, so i started walking down a road. i realized i didn't have to actually be there that night, so went exploring. i ended up meeting some girl, and we walked naked down the street as the moon came up. we decided to pool hop, and ended up crashing a really fancy garden party in this huge back yard. i heard the sound of a fountain, and woke up to find my dog pissing on the floor. 

[kspr]

i was in a new town, a small quiet town, a town where the houses were all unique, and weren't built right on top of one another. i think it's somewhere off the back road, I'm not sure how I got there, but there was a sign directing me back to a major highway, route 41. There was a library there, a big three story library built into the side of a hill. It had rooms with big shelves, meeting rooms, and a historical society meeting going on. I walked up the stairs to the third floor balcony, which overlooked a nude beach. I went down and enjoyed the scenery, and started talking to this gorgeous woman with bright red dyed hair. 

 

Then I woke up because my stupid cat jumped from the dresser to right on top of me, got up to pee, and went right back to sleep to try and find this woman.

 

I drove back into town, and navigated the labyrinthe streets. When I got to the top of the library, I went through the door that lead to the overlook, and it was just a plain room. I decided to go back to the institute for the dissociatively gifted, and got in my white mini cooper s. It wasn't like this stupid instrument panel that's made for a busy box, but a proper, adult instrument panel with a navigation system operated with knobs. I knew where I had to go, but for the life of me, I couldn't spell the name of the place. I have this problem all the time in dreams where I need to spell something, or write something down, and I can't spell it right, and get really frustrated. I drove under a train bridge that spanned across a winding river, and stopped to take in the scenery. There were a few houses nearby that looked hand-built. They were small country houses with wooden siding, and both of them had big stone castle towers incorporated into them. On the other side of the bridge, I could see homeless people cooking over a small fire, and finally found the sign directing me back to the highway. I could see myself in the car driving away in 3rd person, while my perspective fremained focused on the scene i had just left. I woke up sometime later, but was conscious of the passing time after the scene had faded back to the color of my eyelids. 

[Kamau]

Last night's dream scared me at first, but rewriting this just makes me feel really sad all over again. 

 

I dreamed that the king (who turned out to be my dad) had decided that all of his people needed to die, and so he enclosed all of us in a space and set off gas that would kill everyone. His attempt to be 'kind' to us in our last moments was to lay out a massive amount of hot dogs with no buns on sticks, so we could have a last meal.

 

I decided that we should all make a run for it before the gas killed us. But I needed supplies in order to make it, so I opened the door to the castle (Which turned into my house) and ran inside. Once inside I could barely breathe because the gas was so thick you could actually feel it clogging your throat. All of my movements grew lethargic but I snuck around my dad and ran downstairs to grab a bag that I apparently direly needed in order to make it. On my way back out of the house I was practically running, but I could see as I ran that my grandmother and my sister were both in the house. And for some reason, they were unable or unwilling to leave. My grandmother just smiled sadly at me when she saw me pause to look at her.

 

And then I was outside and running away with everyone else, but looking back over my shoulder I could see my grandma and my sister both watching us leave from inside the gas-filled house. 

[kspr]

do you have sleep apnea? that sounds like a sleep apnea dream if you were actually feeling like you were choking

[kspr]

i dreamt that my gf's cat's head fell off. she wasn't decapitated or anything, her head just simply fell off. all on its own. she even had little black x's for eyes at that point. in a panic, i took her outside, squished her head back to her body, and buried her under some leaves when that didn't work. The important thing wasn't that the cat's head fell off, but that I had to come up with a good enough lie that gf wouldn't notice her favorite cat's head had fallen off. that was actually causing me stress i could feel in the dream. i look around the yard, and snatch up this stray cat, and bring it inside. she was so overjoyed that we got a new cat, she forgot all about her poor headless cat, until it strode right in through the door with stitches holding her head to her body. 

 

THEN i dreamt that i got this really neat cuboidal shower unit installed that had a jetstream that actually ejected you to the roof. that was all fine and well until i was taking a shower, and someone broke into the house through that pipe. he was ejected, but after that I locked myself in the bathroom. i could feel my heart rate, and before i knew what was happening, i could hear heavy footsteps outside the bathroom door. i called the police on a phone that came out of the toilet. they told me to get out, and they would send someone over, but the footsteps wouldn't stop for me to escape. i punched out the window screen, and tumbled out to the grass. i ran down the street until i could see the roof. the new exhaust port that had been installed to accomodate the ejector shower had been violently bent so someone could fit down it. then i saw movement on the roof. a cop car drove down the street so i flagged it down. the cop gave me a pamphlet on what to do in case of a home invasion, which included dialing instructions for 911. satisfied that he had done his job, the cop drove off. i could still see movement on the roof, and climbed up to investigate. without actually seeing anyone, i yelled out 'aha, i see you!' and i hear 'aw shit' some guy gets up from his hiding spot and walks around to where i'm clinging to the edge of the roof. he's wearing a dirty checkered shirt, and has his pants pulled down. tucked around his underwear are several rolls of toilet paper, but he still reaches out in an attempt to pull me up to the roof to kill me. realizing i'm dangling over the edge of the roof, i decide to let go, and pull him down back over my head. he falls, and cracks his head on the sidewalk. it's too much now, my adrenaline forces me awake, and i double check all the door locks.