Dreams

Vinsanitizer said:
I keep having these dreams like I'm way out someplace far away (it's never the same place). I finish whatever it is I'm doing there, and when it's time to leave I suddenly realize I have no idea where my car is, and I can't find it. This happens approximately once every 12 to 17 days (+/- 5).

Can anyone here relate to this?

Do any of you have any reoccurring dreams or nightmares?


Note: Leonard, if you bring squirrels or chipmunks into this thread, or post a "Dude, Where's My Car" clip, I will put you on Ignore for 3 hours.
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It has been while but I did have many recurring disaster dreams. They were always related to a nearby water source, like a damn burst, or a flash flood, bridge wash out, torrential rain fall.

One in particular from when I was in my late teens I still remember. It was a torrential rain fall with an approaching tornado. The clouds were so dense with water they actually began to reflect the houses beneath them. It was like odd shapes of mercury in the sky. Lightning bolts were buzzing like an electric chair or the making of the Frankenstein monster, Jacob's ladder type sounds, just constant. The twister had a very dark cloud of what appeared to be dirt and debris but as it got close I saw it was people mixed up inside it as well in some geometric spiral or a logarithmic natural shape like a still green forming pine cone only shiny and dark too. It became very loud with the buzzing and roar of the wind just as it came to me and then it fizzled out completely retreating into the sky but leaving a pile of bodies, dust, trees, bits of blown up houses etc right in front of me. The bodies were intertwined in some weird very large upside down basket ball net that was dropped.

And then I woke up.:coffee2:
 
I had a dream last night that I was in a brand new white Tilt-A-Whirl car with fancy gold designs on the outside and a bright red leather interior, and I was riding it really fast on a newly paved, empty shopping center parking lot. On one of the outskirts, there was a trail that went into the woods, so I followed in the Tilt-A-Whirl car, and a bout a half mile in I got stuck in the dirt. At that point I woke up, because I think my mind just got tired of making this all up.

Sometimes I find that if I start questioning my dreams while they're happening, they know I'm on to them and they just end. Other times they end because I have to pee really bad.

I wish I could schedule my dreams, so I know what's coming up next.
 
I once dreamed the same dream, in a way, as a young woman who worked in my office. I was having a recurring dream where I was walking in Fort Wayne, and I knew exactly where I was even though it didn’t look the same. Up ahead on South Calhoun Street I could see a menacing trio of bikers. The first time I had the dream, I woke up when I saw them. The next time I got closer and realized they were comical, like the biker gang in the old beach party flicks. So the third time, I walked right up to them, and the short little leader started to speak, I woke up. Finally, I had the dream a fourth time, and this time he spoke to me: “Name three thunderstorms.”

I realized instantly these clowns were trying to intimidate me, but they were so dumb, they couldn’t possibly know the right answer, and I started to laugh and woke up.

Now for the woo-woo part. A couple weeks later I’m talking to Mary, our receptionist, and she says, swear to Bog and All His Holy Angels, “I had the weirdest dream last night. I was walking with my sister in Fort Wayne, knew where I was even though it looked strange - North Calhoun (!) - when up ahead I saw this gang of bikers (!), and they were looking at us like scary, and I woke up.”

I told her about my recurring dream, and she freaked and then we made a deal… that if she had the dream again, she should not be afraid… the bikers just want to ask you a question. We also agreed that if either of us dreamed it again, we’d both walk toward our downtown office until we met in the dream.

We never dreamed it again, dang it.

TL;dr: A friend and I dreamed an identical dream, made me question the fabric of reality.
 
Seamus OReally said:
I once dreamed the same dream, in a way, as a young woman who worked in my office. I was having a recurring dream where I was walking in Fort Wayne, and I knew exactly where I was even though it didn’t look the same. Up ahead on South Calhoun Street I could see a menacing trio of bikers. The first time I had the dream, I woke up when I saw them. The next time I got closer and realized they were comical, like the biker gang in the old beach party flicks. So the third time, I walked right up to them, and the short little leader started to speak, I woke up. Finally, I had the dream a fourth time, and this time he spoke to me: “Name three thunderstorms.”

I realized instantly these clowns were trying to intimidate me, but they were so dumb, they couldn’t possibly know the right answer, and I started to laugh and woke up.

Now for the woo-woo part. A couple weeks later I’m talking to Mary, our receptionist, and she says, swear to Bog and All His Holy Angels, “I had the weirdest dream last night. I was walking with my sister in Fort Wayne, knew where I was even though it looked strange - North Calhoun (!) - when up ahead I saw this gang of bikers (!), and they were looking at us like scary, and I woke up.”

I told her about my recurring dream, and she freaked and then we made a deal… that if she had the dream again, she should not be afraid… the bikers just want to ask you a question. We also agreed that if either of us dreamed it again, we’d both walk toward our downtown office until we met in the dream.

We never dreamed it again, dang it.

TL;dr: A friend and I dreamed an identical dream, made me question the fabric of reality.
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I’ve had several supernatural experiences in the dream state.

My wife and I dreamed the same dream one night. We were together, me on her right, she on my left, and we were standing in front of a door that led to a cellar… my grandmother’s house in my dream, her mother’s house in hers. Standing in front of us, right between us, was a small boy in a striped shirt with a freakishly distended stomach. I reached down to touch his tummy, and Lisa saw me do it, and said, “Be careful.” That’s all. But the next morning we were talking about the previous day, and I said “Remember that kid?” And before I realized it was a dream Lisa said, “yeah, the one with the belly….” And then we both realized it had been a dream, but obviously one we had shared.

It’s made me wonder if the dreamscape might be a real place, like Jung’s collective unconscious, a place we all go to in sleep. I’m definitely not a woo-woo believer. But still…
 
DirtySteve said:
Wow, I was going to post something dream related, but I see this thread isn't about that anymore. I'll be glad when all the BS is laid to rest. I thought it already was.
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