In this dream, I was awakened in bed (in the dream) when a gust of wind suddenly blew our drapes open. A sheet of foamboard that we were using to block light fell out of the widow, and a half-scale plastic fighter pilot figure (that would be almost 3 feet tall) that was tied to the drape chord swung over the bed, and I caught him as he swung and I said "Well, hi there." While my wife got up and went to the bathroom, I straightened the window out. Outside on the ground I noticed one of my realistic-looking airsoft pistols had fallen on the ground. Can't have that. I hopped out the window in just a pair of briefs (well at least I wasn't naked this time!). As soon as I hit the ground I realized I couldn't get back in the house without keys. So I trotted around to the back kitchen door (at this point it wasn't our current house any more, but a generic single-story ranch). There was a small black bear sleeping at the foot of the cement steps. I looked down at him from the step, he looked up at me. I said "Well, helooo." He looked annoyed and got up and left. I started pounding on the door, yelling "It's just me!" repeatedly so my wife wouldn't think it was a robber. I noticed my father's old single-action .22 on the ground. Damn, what's up with guns on the ground? I picked it up and cocked it in case the bear came back. I knocked some more - "It's just me! Hurry up, there's a bear out here!" I could see my wife thru a window coming to see who was knocking. She looked scared and worried. She was clutching a little stuffed giraffe my Great Aunt Jane had made for me when I was a baby for comfort, and a rifle in the other hand. I guess she let me in, but the dream didn't play out to the end.
Last night I dreamt I was in a swamp, wading through icky water. A creature that was like an alligator but with a human-ish head like a stereotypical witch kept leaping out of the water to attack me, but I grabbed it around the neck while yelling something like "Now you're mine, fucker!" or something. Repeated several times before I had to wake up and go to the bathroom.
I dreamt that I went to get my car and I was informed that it completely burned to the ground and was no longer. The person that told me was with me the entire weekend and failed to tell me until the last night when I needed it. I was VERY upset. But also there was something creepy about the dream because when I woke up from it I left a light on.
"I dreamt that I went to get my car and I was informed that it completely burned to the ground" I HATE when that happens! That said maybe you leaving a light on caused the dream involving fire. Or not, considering you never actually saw the bright light of the car fire. Some of my car dreams involve me driving a car indoors - to include driving up and down the stairs - for some reason.
Me too! Omg. I am forever lost inside a huge building. It is always worse when I am in my car in a lobby and can't figure out how to get out.
My wife and I were out for dinner at a diner. At another table were some women from work (including Karen, who some other damn guy was paying attention to). There was a movie playing on a big wall TV. It was some sci fi thing featuring an alien fortress. The gate to the fortress was decorated with figures of gods and warriors in bas relief. When the gate suddenly opened, all the figures were part of the locking mechanism - they extended and rotated and moved around to unlock, in a lovely sort of mechanical dance. Then a squad of various aliens stepped out and struck a threatening pose. In the center was their leader, a giant pink frog-like alien built like Conan the Barbarian. He said "All right, motherfuckers!" At that point the waiter brought the check to the guy at the next table, who apparently had pissed the waiter off. The waiter held the check up against the wall and impaled it with a butter knife, and stormed off. I noticed a lot of other old knife marks in the wall. "Oh, that's where they came from."
I keep having recurring dreams that I've (for some ridiculous reason) rejoined the Navy and I am checking back on board my old ship and having problems because 20 years has gone by and I can't remember everything I need to remember to do my job. Had a weird dream last night that we were trying to troubleshoot a problem with some of our equipment at work and the only manuals we had to troubleshoot the system were an early 1980's copy of the "Dungeons and Dragons Basic Rules" (Red Box set), which was proving less than helpful in this case.
Work dream. Something about having 100 display info cards ready in an hour. I saw they were mostly index cards with product numbers on them and I said "It's just numbers, can't some secretary type this shit up??" The main thing needed was an 11x14ish photo, a recreation of this control workstation with keyboards and screens. They gave me a bad B&W photo and wanted a good color photo, as if I was expected to build a full sized recreation of the damn thing, then take a new photo. "Can't we get the actual thing and take a new picture??" Someone found a partial workstation in a lab, so I took a picture of the keyboards. No idea how I was supposed to complete the image. Real life source of the dream was clearly about 50% of the art I used to have to do for proposals. Someone in California or some place would create a complex diagram, and embed a JPG in the MSWord draft of the proposal. Then I was expected to redraw the art to our proposal standards. 50% of the time they'd also have a note asking for a change. It would be so much easier if they sent me the Powerpoint or Illustrator original to modify, instead of me having to redraw from scratch - usually with the boss saying "I promised them a draft by lunch."
I have a similar recurring dream, except in it I've been recalled to active duty for some reason. Sometimes I don't have the right gear, or if I do have the right gear I don't know how to use it. Another recurring one is that I find an equipment yard filled with old military vehicles in need of restoration but since I'm not supposed to be there (the yards are always either on military bases or on private property) I can never manage to get any of them. I have lots of recurring work-related dreams/nightmares as well.
I feel your pain! I've mentioned this several times - I often dream about being in the military again (different branches or generic unspecified branches - but no Space Force yet) and getting caught flat footed with gear, uniforms, skillset or even mission plans!
Not unlike dreams where I find myself back in school, but I forgot where my locker is and I can't remember what class I have to go to next, or don't have the right books. Basic insecurity dreams. Glad I'm not the only one.
I say again Seriously though I have met a few people over the years that don't remember their dreams. There are theories about this but I take many psychology theories with a grain of salt. That said I rarely remember my nightmares which is actually good - who would want to remember them throughout their waking day? The only thing I remember about my nightmares is a general "supernatural" tone about them, and obvious dread and visceral terror. Trust me if I could remember them and incorporate the feeling into a movie, I would be the new "horror king" of film making. One nightmare I remember is that an evil presence was in my home (I think in my attic) and I got all cocky and yelled "this is all ya got? If you're so powerful show yourself! I'm not scared!" At that point a thunderous ceiling shaking pounding began in the attic that you could feel through your whole body. Yeah, that was a screamer and my wife had to wake me up unless I screamed so loud I woke myself up. I only ever actually died in a dream one time. Here is the dream: I was sitting in my Air Force truck on the flight-line as would be typical in my daily bomb-loading activities. A red balloon suddenly appeared, and gently floated down about 50 meters away. Then some space aliens appeared, armed with regular military automatic rifles. When they moved they didn't move their legs - they just glided/hovered and moved in straight lines and turned in sharp angles. They must have spotted me in the truck because they started coming toward me. I crouched down on the floor of the truck cab. Of course I didn't have a weapon which is the norm during peacetime. One of them must have been crouched down using the truck as cover/concealment because I noticed the passenger door opening from the outside and a rifle barrel poking in to the truck cab! Then the door was flung open and HOLY SHIT the alien pointed the gun right at me and started firing center-mass of my torso! Everything went black and I woke up. The whole dream lasted maybe thirty seconds or so. Brief but effective as far as scaring the hell out of me!
This is pretty much how my "nightmares" go these days. Or perhaps "these nights" would be more accurate . . . ANYway, there's usually some kind of threat, evil being, monster, what have you. Then I engage it and crush it. The exception, which thankfully happens very rarely, is the kind where the dream bleeds over to waking, and I'm sort of half-asleep, half-awake, and some kind of shadowy presence is hovering over me as I lay in bed. Sometimes it's a human-shaped figure, sometimes it's like a big spider or bug of some kind. I have on a couple occasions woken up screaming and flailing from these things, convinced that something is in the bedroom with me until I come fully awake. Scary stuff.
Dreamed I was going to visit my friend Tony on Staten Island, but I'd never been to his new house. I kept trying to call him for directions, but instead of him picking up, I kept getting a video of his nephew's birthday party. :/
Last night, in my dream I woke up at a beach house. When I got up my legs were feeling odd, so I looked down at them. On my left leg I had an argyle tattoo from my ankle to the knee on the shin. And the calf I had a fish tattoo, it was a blue fish, that's all I know. And from the ankle to the toes on the top of the foot I had a rose vine. On the right leg I had cartoon characters, I think they were Looney Tunes, all around the leg from the ankle to the knee. And had another rose vine on the top of that foot. I was trying figure out how it happened, I was told I was really drunk when I had it done. So I decided to take a shower to keep my legs clean. While in there some girl comes in and insisted I either leave the shower, or help her wash herself. I stopped to think about it, and she asked "Are you really thinking about it, are you stupid?". I thought "I'll show her.". And got out of the shower and said "Yeah, I'm not stupid", and walked away to her throwing a tantrum. The rest of the dream was me walking around asking if anyone could tell me where I got my tattoos. At some point I woke up thinking I may have really gotten my legs tattooed, but realized I would have shaved my legs to do so, and felt my legs. They weren't shaved, so I knew they weren't tattooed.
"So I decided to take a shower to keep my legs clean. While in there some girl comes in and insisted I either leave the shower, or help her wash herself. I stopped to think about it, and she asked "Are you really thinking about it, are you stupid?". I thought "I'll show her.". And got out of the shower and said "Yeah, I'm not stupid", and walked away to her throwing a tantrum." - ed629 yeah that's giving her "what for"! I'll bet she thinks twice before ever asking somebody to help her shower.
There was a little run-down shack in my home town (which right there is dream-like, since it's really all mansions now) on a large empty, grassy lot. It seemed like a place that anyone could come and stay in. The owner's wife was hanging out on a futon on the front porch, and was pleasant to converse with. A couple with a dog had just left and vacated the place. I went inside, and Eric Idle was sitting at a table, oil-painting a form for the Monty Python crew to fill out. Well, I did forms all the time at work, so I was offering suggestions that I could do it better in CorelDraw on my computer. Eric looked offended, and I allowed as the hand-painted version might actually be the right way to go for the group in question. He said Yeah! angrily, and continued. I said goodbye to the nice lady on the porch, and set off homeward down the road thru town, toward the mountains in the sunset. I was barefoot, so I needed shoes, but they were at home. I arrived at home (the house I grew up in of course). My slippers weren't in the lobby, so I went upstairs looking for shoes. There was a very Goth-looking young couple all in elaborate Gothish black about to come down the stairs for a night out, and they spun around to duck around the landing at the top to avoid me. I saw them, of course, so they failed to hide. As I was going up the stairs a teenage Goth girl came down in a lacy, billowy dress. We apparently knew each other, 'cause she rolled her eyes about the couple trying to avoid me and we shared a laugh.
A few days ago I dreamed that a girl from my art school class was showing me a new form (triplicate NCR paper) for my time sheet that I had to fill out. Overall charge number was 28 (in big gray print on the background), and there were odd places to put other charges for other reasons. It was pretty confusing. Then I started realizing I was retired. Do I have to fill out a time card for retirement?? Should I be going to work during retirement?? I haven't been filling it out for months now! Should I be at work now?? Should I NOT be going to work?? What the hell is going on??
Oh, also last night, there was a brief flash of walking through the crowded halls of my middle school. Up ahead at a cross-corridor was this insanely tall, skinny guy crossing. He was so tall that he had to crab-walk with his back against the ceiling, and his long-skinny arms and legs wheeling along made him look like a daddy-long-legs walking.
I bet he was a slam-dunk MACHINE playing basketball! No doubt he wasn't the last guy when they were picking teams.
