Scene: a modern living room, bright and cozy. A number of women of various ages are sitting around, visiting. A rather severe-looking matriarch-type stands and demands their attention, and begins to make some sort of demands on their behavior. A middle-aged Kathy-Bates-type with round glasses, sitting back in a plush comfy chair, looks up from the folded magazine she's reading, and says quite pleasantly: "You need to talk to the younger girls about this, because I've had enough of your shit." That was it.
now that hunting season is rapidly approaching, it was inevitable I'd have my first hunting/outdoor related dream. It was welcome considering the majority of my dreams are the same...damn...theme: I'm in a military unit full of strangers and I'm blindsided with a mission I'm not prepared for. But I digress! The hunting dream: For some reason I'm hunting with a partner (which almost nobody does when they bow hunt for deer and I'm no exception). Anyway it's zero dark thirty and still dark. This is normal in "real life" because you get into position when it's dark, and stay quiet and wait for daylight and the deer to start their daily movements. I have my crossbow and I'm sitting on my butt with my legs cocked up and my back against a tree. I'm about fifteen yards off a pretty active deer trail. Nothing weird so far! Then I feel the ground vibrating and hear a rumbling noise that gets closer and closer and louder and louder. Then in the semi-darkness I see a giant herd of fawns running full speed down the trail! There are dozens of them, in big herd like caribou when they migrate! And all were fawns, no adult deer big enough to shoot even if it was light enough to shoot. They finally all get past me and I hear the rumbling starting again, coming from the same direction the fawns came from! But now there was a big group of joggers coming up the trail! It still wasn't fully light outside yet, but I could see that they were joggers. Who the hell organizes a big running event like that in the dark through the woods? Then I decided to relocate and try to salvage the rest of my hunting day, now that my spot was ruined from the fawn and jogger stampedes. It's still not light out, so I'm walking slowly & carefully with my flashlight because I have never done a full recon of this area before. Just in time I see I'm real close to a deep, steep canyon and if I wasn't walking carefully I would have fell off and broke my neck for sure!
I step out the back door late at night to take in some fresh air. Next door, I see a variety of men in the neighbor's back yard, taking turns playing on a nice wooden swing set. Some of them are homeless guys, some of them are not, and at least two are naked Homo Erectus cavemen. I usually avoid the neighbors, but a couple of the guys waved hi, so I figured I'd sit and chat a bit. The one guy said this was the only fun he got , because everyone hated him, because he was a Star wars fan.
Had one of those "office building" dreams last night. I was in an office in a big tall building, on one of the upper floors. It was a sort of amalgamation of every office building I've worked in. It's the end of the day and everyone is leaving. There's a huge crowd waiting for the elevators - I seemed to have been on the sixth floor, which no building where I've worked has had - so I went on down the hall, looking for the stairs so I could use those and not wait for an elevator. Instead, I found another bank of elevators with no-one around, so I pressed the button and one of them opened. I got in and there were only buttons for the 1st and 2nd floors so I figured I'd stumbled into an express elevator for senior staff. For some reason I couldn't press the "1" button and kept hitting "2" until I finally got the "1" to light up. Then the elevator started going up and backwards. And that's where the dream ended.
what's the address of that building? Asking for a friend from another dream who might have done the maintenance on that elevator.
Background: Behind the house I grew up in was a babbling brook, and a large rock on the shore where I liked to sit. Dream: I was sitting on that rock (which in the dream was easy-chair shaped). Some strangers were standing across the brook staring at me hostilely. I said "Hey, I've been sitting on this rock since 1960!" Next thing I know the brook is frozen solid, and with a group of amateur filmmakers with our script spread out on the ice, deciding who's going to handle which scene. Fade to inside my old house. I'm with the group of filmmakers in my room, planning the production. Someone comes in and hands over a pile of circuit boards, roughly the size and shape of shoes. The production staff is delighted, because these will be perfect for the lighting effects in the sneakers! Then I see the person who brought them is this guy Jeff, who was my best friend in middle school and high school, but then fucked a girl I was dating right after high school. I've been avoiding the asshole ever since. I said "What are you going here??" He dumped the pile of PCBs on the bed and sat down next to me. I said "Well, here we are again!" and everyone in the room did one of those daytime tabloid show "Woooo" sounds like they expected a fight. But I woke up instead.
Now that's the kind of film Hollywood used to dream back in the day! They don't dream em' like that anymore!
Naked at work, searching the factory floor for my sheepdog, Mort (1988-2000), who ran off on bring your dog to work day. Thought I found him, but it was a big stuffed toy dog. Found a room full of clothes on racks going up into the dark ceiling, but before I could steal some I noticed they were guard uniforms, and I shouldn't. Out in the parking lot after lunch, a coworker was taking our old guinea pig from when we were first married to some kind of lab for tests. He was escorted by two officials. I was supposed to go, but I didn't want to. So I went and moved my car to a better parking spot. The brakes lagged and I almost backed into a parked car. Eventually I found Mort and we went home.
Our manager is on vacation, from this last Sunday until Tuesday, he left me in charge of his team, 23 guys/gals plus myself, around 600 square mile territory. I dreamt about that last night. In my dream I was in charge of our supply drawer, not closet, just one drawer in a filing cabinet. I was determined to do a good job. So I counted the pens, pencils, post it pads, paper clips, etc, every day. Kept a spreadsheet of everything, kept track of who took hat on a notepad, then transferred it to the spreadsheet. Kept track of the cost of each individual item, the amount of time it took to requisition each item for cost purposes for each employee. And completely neglected everything else. But I did a good job of cost analysis for each item per day and year and how much it cost for everything that was used out of the supply drawer. How many hours each employee spent on getting supplies, how much it cost to keep track of the supplies.... we don't have a supply drawer or cabinet, or even closet. We each order our supplies and have them shipped to us. We don't even work out of a centralized location, we have a few different locations. And my dream had nothing to do with what I was left in charge of, other thn being in charge.
Scene: The bridge of a Klingon ship. A dozen TNG Klingons are arguing and screaming at each other. Everything is in "K" sounds. Every word starts with "K". A barrage of guttural "K" sounds. Suddenly, in the middle of the crowd, a hatch opens and a human guy pops up holding a thermos, smiles at the camera and yells "COFFEE!"
The mention of supplies reminds me of my coworker Wylene, who was in charge of supplies in our office. For some reason she order huge amounts of post-its and paper clips. She was rather rudely laid off during our last wave of layoffs, and the next time any of us went looking for supplies, we discovered she stole all the post-its and paper clips out of spite.
Last night I dreamt I was learning to fly some kind of ultralight airplane. In a cornfield. I was taxiing down the rows, learning the basic controls, when I suddenly goosed it and took off. It was much easier to fly than I thought it would be and I was zooming all over the field. Up high, down low, turns and loops. I was very, very happy while I was flying.
Haven't had a flying dream in ages. They're supposed to symbolize hopefulness, no? :/ Been having little quick dreams lately that I just can't remember after I wake up. Frustrating.
that wasn't an ultralight you were flying! Stay out of my dream cornfield - I was about to save Linda Hamilton from the corn children until you showed up and ruined it.
lately the vast majority of my dreams involve driving or traveling (often with my wife) in areas I've never been. And quite often there's a stream or river or flooded area that I have to cross but the water is rising! The stream is getting wider and wider and muddier! The longer I take to figure out an alternate plan - or just roll the dice and go for it - the more dangerous the crossing will be. And I can't go back the way I came because more streams are rising in that direction too. I'm no psychologist but I must be suppressing serious issues throughout the day and at night they emerge....or some shit like that.
Dreamed I had to get a COVID test. So I sat on line for a while in a golf cart in some indoor library. The guy ahead of me (6 feet away!) was on foot. There was an audience watching the line, including some people from work. When it was my turn the guy in charge said "We're going to have to give John the Full Immersion Test!" And they basically baptized me in a pool. Results were quickly determined to be negative.
funny if the "full immersion test" took ten minutes to conduct. I guess a posthumous negative result is better than a positive!
wow! Last night I had a dream in which I wasn't naked at work, but close....I was shirtless. I think I tried to play it off like I left it at the gym or something and didn't want to be late for work. But then my boss reminded me that this wasn't the first time it happened.
For the last few weeks, I've been dreaming about some girls I dated 15-20 years ago. In two of the of the dreams, I was trying to keep one from finding out about the other. Which is weird because those two were in dofferent states and 4-5 years apart. And then another one, I was in a movie theater (I think) and was sitting on a bench waiting for a movie to start. And I was with one of the girls from the previous dreams, and she looked like what she would probably look like now, about 15 years later. And then I saw her younger version walk up to us, and the younger version said something like "You haven't changed, and I can't believe she's (pointing at her older version) still with you.". I responded by saying "Well, (while I was pointing at her older version) I guess she's better than you ever were" And in those dreams. I was or ended up in one of the two houses I dream of on occasion. One of the houses is 4 levels, the first is a sunken living room, with three sides consisting of built in couches, with coffee tables in front of them, and a fireplace with a tv mounted above it. The second level has a kitchen and dining room. The third level is the master bedroom, and the fourth has a guest bedroom with a home office. The levels are square, with floor to ceiling windows on three sides. And the outer area, next to walls are hallways I guess, with stairs going up and down. In the center is where the rooms are, and the rooms each have glass railings separating the rooms from the hallways. The other house has a two level plan, with living room, kitchen, dining on the main level The second level has 3-4 bedrooms, with the master bedroom having a long hallway separate from the entrance. The hallway is behind a door next to a closet. When you go into the hallway you exit into a kitchen and dining area. connected to it is a smaller living room with a bedroom. If you down the stairs you end up in a large, easily 30x100 feet garage/ware house type room.
If you down the stairs you end up in a large, easily 30x100 feet garage/ware house type room. 30 x 100 garage? Well they are making vehicles bigger & bigger every year, so it makes sense to plan ahead!
I know I HAD dreams last night, but I can't remember any. My wife very rudely kept nudging me awake while I was trying to snore loudly in peace.
Grilled cheese. I kept dreaming I was trying to make grilled cheese and fucking up. I put the bread on the grill, then couldn't find the cheese, so the bread burned. Then I got bread and cheese on the grill, but the cheese burned and the bread didn't . Two or three more attempts and total failures, and messes. The last one, I seemed to be melting cheese with no bread on the surface of a table saw. I realized that was messing up the table saw. so i started trying to scrape the cheese off the table saw by digging my fingers under the solidified cheese. At that point my wife kicked me awake, 'cause we were sleeping in the nested-spoon position, and I was apparently trying to scrape solidified cheese off her butt in my sleep.
This isn't a specific dream I have, but something that will appear, or more accurately, a place I end up in a dream. Maybe once every month or two, sometimes more often, two or three times in a week. But usually once in month or two. I'm usually in a large building, it's a factory, university building, large office building, or something like that. I'll end up in a bathroom/restroom. It's poorly lit, the walls and floor are an aqua green/blue color, made up of small tiles. And there's dozens of stalls with toilets, more stalls with urinals, and even stalls with showers. The dividers for the stalls are also made up of small tiles, same color. The doors, if there are doors on the stalls are made of metal, starting to rust. The floors are wet, with puddles pretty much everywhere. The stalls are arranged in concentric circles, with narrow passages radiating out. Sort of like the image below. There's only one entrance, and along the outside wall, spreading out from the entrance are sinks. Sometimes it's crowded in there, other times almost empty. The dreams where I end up there can start out as a pleasant dream or a unsettling dream. If end up in there, I'm either looking for someone, got lost, or rarely needing to use the bathroom/restroom. And when I get out, it's always sunny outside. One thing that is consistent is that my feet are always itching in the dream when I'm in there. And the time I'm in there isn't consistent, at times I just cut through there to get somewhere, other times I'm there for a few minutes, or I can be in there for hours.
Oh, I had constant dreams about 'difficult' public restroom. They would have maze-like entrances, or narrow entrances where you had to squeeze past people. They could be open-air where people would watch you (one was on a mezzanine overlooking a machine shop full of tough guys judging me). They could be either under construction or derelict, with no usable toilets. Sometime there were just holes in the floor to pee in. I have a real phobia with public rest rooms. Thankfully those dreams seemed to have stopped once I didn't have to use the restrooms at work any more.
Two nights in a row I've had a dream about bugs invading the building I'm in in the dream. Not like ... different kinds of bugs that are normally in houses. But ... creepy, big bugs with an evil intent; thousands of them. Isn't bugs in your dreams supposed to be a sign of madness?
way back in the day I had a nightmare in which I turned on the bathroom sink faucet and instead of water spiders started gushing out! That said rarely do I dream about bugs, however I do dream about fish, but almost always weird species that don't exist or probably never existed.
