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post Jan 12 2013, 09:21 PM
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Hi, Jsmith! Just sticking my head in for a second; I MISS your crazy dreams! I've been having some doozies myself lately!


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post Jan 11 2013, 08:06 AM
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Last night I dreamt that I worked for a small business that made....................................................................... Synthetic eyeballs. And it wasn't hard to make them, either. You just slap two hollow hemispheres together with non-reactive adhesive and WHAM - fully functional eyeball. Midway through the dream I realized that both of my eyes were synthetic, and that most people in the world had at least one synthetic eye. Pretty crazy.


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post Apr 9 2012, 06:58 PM
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My mother died December 25, 2011, of cancer. Hers is the first significant death in my experience. I was always afraid that I would be paralyzed with grief when I lost one of my parents. But, I got through it with a lot of composure. I sometimes feel guilty about that, but then I remember all of the emotionally crippling dreams that I had while she was on the downward slope, and of the dreams that I still have.
They've all been rather bizarre, but the most recent one was especially strange.
I don't even really remember the context. I was at my grandmother's house, and there was a small family get-together. In the dream I knew that she was dead, even though on the couch right in front of me there were two copies of her. One copy was her as she was well before her diagnosis: her hair was the way she liked it, she was a healthy weight, was properly proportioned, and she was smiling and alert. The other copy was her as she was when she was a week away from death. Short lank hair, skeletal, no muscle tone, fluid-filled abdomen, unseeing gaze, slackened jaw.
The healthy one was holding the dying one, stroking her face, rocking her, and whispering something to her that I couldn't hear.


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post Jan 26 2012, 04:22 PM
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I tend to go through periods of dreams that are pretty unremarkable to dreams that really disturb me to the point that I have to talk about them or they haunt me. After falling asleep watching a crime documentary I had a dream that I was buying a house from somebody whose child murdered a friend in the house. I woke up and just could not stop thinking about it. There wasn't much detail but it has stuck with me all day.


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post Nov 29 2011, 09:43 PM
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QUOTE(jsmith @ Nov 11 2011, 01:44 PM) *
I'm still on the zoloft, and take it regularly, and my bizarre dreams eventually came back in full force.
I came here to tell y'all about the one from last night, it was especially strange tongue.gif

Imagine a creature like gollum crossed with a human, and imagine that creature has a fucked up mutilated face.
This thing was living where I work. He was like a zombie in that if he bit you, you became something like him. He was unlike a zombie in that he was never human, and he didn't try to really eat people. He just would take one bite out of a person if he could.
He was vicious, too. He went after everyone, but preferred to try to take a bite out of me. I was always harrassing him, and any time he came near me I would take an axe or a shovel, or whatever heavy object was at hand, and beat him about his head until his skull caved in.
This didn't kill him, though. Nothing could kill that little fucker. I even went so far as to cave in his skull, dismember him, cremate the parts, and vacuum up the ashes. I had a girl take the vacuum bag out to get rid of it, and he somehow re-constituted himself in the space of 30 seconds, and killed the girl.
I got to where I was tired of messing with him, so I tried to avoid him. At one point I was in a short bus which my father was driving, and the gollum-zombie was sitting in one of the seats behind me, carrying on a civil conversation with my dad. My dad turned to me and told me about how the gollum-zombie had 'reformed.' I figured it was a load of bull, so I turned around and just watched him. He watched me back. He lunged forward with his mouth wide open as if to bite, then laughed and got back into his seat. A joke, but I still figured he hadn't really changed.
Sure enough, when my dad got out of the short bus to go into a convenience store, the little bastard jumped up onto the dash board and tried to bite me. I whacked him with something, can't remember what.
The next moment I was at the university, deep down in the basement. The gollum-zombie had his lair somewhere down there, and I was going around throwing grenades into large, cavernous, dark spaces. I had thrown so many that the entire structure was starting to come down. I somehow made it back up onto the ground floor in a harry-potter-fashion (I had a wand that allowed me to fly, haha), warned every person that I came across that the building was going to topple, ran to my car, and took off. I was 99% sure that the creature was in his lair when the building came down, and if he was, he wouldn't be able to escape all the stone and rubble.
The dream ended there. It's almost comical when I think about it now, lol.


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post Nov 11 2011, 01:44 PM
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I'm still on the zoloft, and take it regularly, and my bizarre dreams eventually came back in full force.
I came here to tell y'all about the one from last night, it was especially strange tongue.gif

Imagine a creature like gollum crossed with a human, and imagine that creature has a fucked up mutilated face.
This thing was living where I work. He was like a zombie in that if he bit you, you became something like him. He was unlike a zombie in that he was never human, and he didn't try to really eat people. He just would take one bite out of a person if he could.
He was vicious, too. He went after everyone, but preferred to try to take a bite out of me. I was always harrassing him, and any time he came near me I would take an axe or a shovel, or whatever heavy object was at hand, and beat him about his head until his skull caved in.
This didn't kill him, though. Nothing could kill that little fucker. I even went so far as to cave in his skull, dismember him, cremate the parts, and vacuum up the ashes. I had a girl take the vacuum bag out to get rid of it, and he somehow re-constituted himself in the space of 30 seconds, and killed the girl.
I got to where I was tired of messing with him, so I tried to avoid him. At one point I was in a short bus which my father was driving, and the gollum-zombie was sitting in one of the seats behind me, carrying on a civil conversation with my dad. My dad turned to me and told me about how the gollum-zombie had 'reformed.' I figured it was a load of bull, so I turned around and just watched him. He watched me back. He lunged forward with his mouth wide open as if to bite, then laughed and got back into his seat. A joke, but I still figured he hadn't really changed.
Sure enough, when my dad got out of the short bus to go into a convenience store, the little bastard jumped up onto the dash board and tried to bite me. I whacked him with something, can't remember what.
The next moment I was at the university, deep down in the basement. The gollum-zombie had his lair somewhere down there, and I was going around throwing grenades into large, cavernous, dark spaces. I had thrown so many that the entire structure was starting to come down. I somehow made it back up onto the ground floor in a harry-potter-fashion (I had a wand that allowed me to fly, haha), warned every person that I came across that the building was going to topple, ran to my car, and took off. I was 99% sure that the creature was in his lair when the building came down, and if he was, he wouldn't be able to escape all the stone and rubble.
The dream ended there. It's almost comical when I think about it now, lol.


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post Jul 25 2011, 07:46 AM
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maybe you can add an update... I am really curious


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post Jul 14 2011, 11:25 AM
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I've been taking Zoloft to control my somewhat obnoxious GAD symptoms, and it seems to have had the opposite effect on me than what it tends to have on other people. Apparently other people start having more vivid dreams when taking it. My crazy ass dreams became rather tame.... or mundane, rather. They became more story-lined and coherent, but not at all as interesting as they were pre-zoloft. Well, I ran out of my meds a few days ago and haven't got off my ass to refill the script. Along with that annoying medicine-head feeling I had a bizarre dream last night:
It was my day off of work, but I was still at my workplace (retail). It was insanely busy. A relative of one of my coworkers came along and dropped a toddler off. I was thinking, what they hell is she supposed to do with this kid? This was a strange looking kiddo, too. S/he had rumpled gray hair, and was rather obese.
The store manager came along and started operating a register, but suddenly became stock-still. One of my other coworkers said, "She's having a diabetic attack, Paul, give her some sugar." Paul (co-manager) gave her a piece of gum and disappeared. She started chewing on the gum, then morphed into a fruit bat. I thought this little fruit bat was absurdly cute, so I scooped her up thinking she needed protection (she was still not moving so much).
Then, neither the store manager nor the co-manager were there. Only the assistant manager. I offered to clock in and help everyone else out since it was insanely busy, and the asst manager said "I might take you up on that"
Then I was outside, walking toward Ross (Dress for Less!). One of the regular customers where I work was there, too. She spotted me and said "I hate red hair!" I thought "Okay, to hell with you" and started looking around Ross. I quickly realized that there was nothing there that interested me, so I walked out. I remembered that I had left my laptop outside (!) and went to retrieve it. Turns out the laptop I reached for was somebody else's. I finally located mine, and remembered that some real life vampires were out and about. I said to the guy standing next to me "Great. This is going to kick-start that stupid vampire movie craze all over again!"
My coworker who had been saddled with the strange looking kid was walking out of the store with the kid in tow. I asked her where she was off to, she said it was her lunch break. The wind picked up massively... it was unbelievably rough.
Everybody around me started to panic. Society was breaking down, the violent winds were a sign of this. I thought that I had better get home to the boy (who was my real life SO, but would morph into someone else periodically, then would morph back into himself), I didn't want to be without him any longer, and to hell with my offer to work that day. I didn't want to be out in this storm that was brewing.
So I jumped into my car, several other people wrenched open my passenger doors and jumped in with me. Turns out they were family members, so I didn't mind terribly. Only, my driver side door refused to close completely. Something was getting in the way, but I didn't have time to figure it out. I started the car, bolted down the street, noted that traffic was chaotic. People were panicking. I decided that I would not take the loop because it would surely be jammed. The streets of my city had rearranged when I wasn't looking, so I had to forge a path toward home. I was running red lights, narrowly avoiding hitting dumbass pedestrians who weren't paying attention to where they were going, panic verging on chaos was all over the place.
Somebody on the radio was saying terrorism, somebody else was saying apocalypse, another person was saying a really really bad thunder storm was cooking. I had no idea what was really happening, all I knew was that there were no burning buildings, no menacing clouds, no angels of the apocalypse, etc. If all of the panicking people were to suddenly disappear, everything would look perfectly normal. The entire feeling of foreboding that I felt was coming entirely from these civilized people turned frightened animals.
Through all of this, my driver side door remained barely closed, despite my repeated attempts to fully close the damn thing.
I got home to the boy, only he wasn't himself, he was Someone Else. I hugged him, and when I released him he was himself again.

There was a whole hell of a lot more detail going on, but it was chaotic enough that I really can't place what happened where.
I prefer my dreams this way. I don't like that the zoloft calms them. But I also don't like my annoying little GAD symptoms..

*Holy mother, I was just reading my last entry. I barely remember that conglomerate dream. Makes me wonder what other crazy dreams I have forgotten.


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post Dec 8 2010, 09:53 AM
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Oh boy! This is weird.

So I was dreaming about an ex-boyfriend & his now wife & kid. He was like Q from James Bond & she was like, some kind of mecha super heroine. They lived on a horse farm. One of their horses got sick, so I went to visit them. The wife was not crazy about this, but their son was really upset about the horse, so she let me stay. I went out to the barn & laid with the horse & it miraculously got better; I was the Horsewhisperer or some cray cray shizz. My ex made me some kind of crazy magic laser pointer, but I had to leave because mecha-wife was upset. She dropped me off at a shopping mall that had an area with tvs & stuff & Jennifer Love Hewitt was playing me in a tv series of the Horsewhisper & what had just gone down in real life was now playing out on tv. I sat & watched & controlled the remote in the mall. Some sports bar guys came out of nowhere with beers & started sitting down, but they didn't want to watch my show. I wanted beer, so I gave the remote to a really short guy with really long hair & he changed the channel to the Boondocks. The sports bar guys did not mind the Boondocks & I went to get a beer. Then I woke up.


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post Dec 4 2010, 02:52 PM
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Okay. I had a VERY explicit sex dream last night. I was having sex with two guys at once. I don't remember who the one guy was, but the other? Was Zac Efron. ZAC EFRON. I don't think I've ever seen one of the dude's movies, I cannot even say I find him attractive, but in my dream I was totally blowing him & even gobbled his goo. Crikey.


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post Dec 1 2010, 07:09 PM
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QUOTE(auralpoison @ Nov 18 2010, 08:47 PM) *
Here my brain must have farted because it was an English bulldog & not a pit.


Not sure why it had to be a pit bull. Were you attacked by one at some point?
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post Nov 30 2010, 07:24 AM
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For some reason, I have been dreaming consistently over approx a year, about a blonde guy who has a crush on me and we're both too shy to hook up. He is apparently from the art school I went to and we meet at art happenings, and try to talk online. It sounds kinda exciting and fun, only this guy doesn't exist nor does he resemble any real person or desire from me to be into art guys. (Gave that one up long ago when I hooked up with a classmate and it was ridiculous.)

Weird, but I am enjoying it tongue.gif
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post Nov 22 2010, 05:16 PM
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Big dream jumble last night!

The grossest one involved soaking my feet & the left one had a huge, weird callous on it. I went after it with a pumice stone & wore most of it away eventually & started to tear off the dead skin. Under it was a bed of large, slick white watermelon seeds.

Another involved my being in high school. I was in some school where there was utter lawlessness & kids were going buckwild. The guy whose locker was next to mine 7-9 was beckoned out of the room by another boy, I followed, they were gang raping hippie/vegan girls in another class room. The girl that was currently being raped declined help, but I led the one before her away & she was oddly a girl I went to art school with. When I got her to the office, there were several people there, but they were all variations on the same guy. Same face, diff hair, piercings, etc. We had an altercation.

The next one was me being in a car with my parents & my dad driving us through insane storm weather. Huh.


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post Nov 18 2010, 08:47 PM
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Man, oh, man did I have an awful one last night. Mine are always weird, but this was also über violent. Some relatives had broken into my place & rendered me unconscious, I came to & chased them out, they sicced a dog on me. Here my brain must have farted because it was an English bulldog & not a pit. I ran back into the house & barricaded myself in the bathroom. I turned to the shower to hide, there was a woman's body sans head slumped over. I started screaming her name, "Lisa" over & over again, my mind realized this was too much for me & woke me up. Whew!


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I just had a dream about vampires...I think its because I just finished watching True Blood! HEHE
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post Aug 25 2010, 07:21 PM
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Huh. I know I have issues, but my dreams lately have featured me getting into screaming match type arguments with my dead parents. I do not know why it has become such a frequent theme; I know that I have a LOT of unresolved parent shit fuckin' up my head, but I am tired of fighting with the dead. I just wish they'd just go the fuck away.

Travel has also featured prominently. Airports mostly. Airport to airport, last night we wound up on the tarmac & a plane crashed in front of us. They led us through this crazy network of back passages from the runways to the terminal building. There was a weird ceramic sculpture that was basically water trickling from various different vaginas into other vaginas, so on & so forth. They were highly glazed & looked like these weird pots a friend of my parents throws.

And the other night I had a dream where I had a very very tiny white teacup chihuahua named Diego. I fell asleep with a movie channel on, I think Beverly Hill Chihuahua must have come on or something in the night & invaded my dreamscape.


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