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Post by solgroupie on Apr 2, 2010 12:00:11 GMT -5
this will be dedicated to not only my weird ass dreams, but yours as well. my being incredibly lazy has nothing to do with my love of sleep, really. i love some of the dreams i've had - some, not so much. but some of them can be so damn entertaining. i'll go for stretches with no dreaming at all - at least none i can remember. but then i'll have them every night. i've always thought dreams were just a way of our mind expelling the clutter in our minds, but i have had some profound dreams that showed me a side of a waking situation i'd never considered before. most of the time, though, they're just whacked. most people have re-occurring dreams, and mine always involve me working again as a server in a restaurant. i did this for a number of years in my 20's and 30's. in the dream, i am going back to wait tables and i'm always nervous about it. when i get to the restaurant (it is usually a combination of all the restaurants i've worked for) i realize i have forgotten something i absolutely have to have - a pair of work shoes - a tie - an apron - something like that. but i stay and it just goes downhill from there. i am told what section i have, but it's been so long since i've done the job, i've forgotten the table numbers and i'm too embarrassed to ask someone. so i wander around, trying to figure it out while server after server tells me in a harassed voice, "do you know you've been sat? do you know you have like, two tables sat with no drinks?" and i start to panic. all i do is basically wander around the floor and the kitchen, pretending i know what i'm doing, when i don't. i'm hoping this won't be on ongoing thing, but i've had two dreams recently of hitler. hitler! one of them was kind of funny. i was at a house visiting friends, and he was there - this was present day, but it was old school hitler in his uniform and everything. but he was a total pain in the ass - crashing on the couch, hogging the remote and being a jerk. even more so than usual. but he said something to someone sarcastically and i remember i couldn't help laughing. i was like, "oh, god - i can't believe i just laughed at something hitler said." [glow=red,2,300]NIGHTMARES![/glow]thankfully, i don't have too many. but every now and then one will come along that will just freak me the hell out. the best thing about them is the unbelievable relief i feel when i realize it was indeed a dream. my re-occurring nightmare involves tidal waves. i am on a dark beach and get the feeling that someone is watching me. i turn around just in time to see an enormous wave right behind me. it has reached its zenith of heighth - that precise moment before it begins to fall. it's as tall as a building and i know there is no time for me to run. it's terrifying. it's been a long time since i've had that one, but watch - i'll have it tonight, now. another one involves being paralyzed. there will be different situations going on in the dream, all equally intimidating and scary. but the main thing is - i cannot move. i am trying like hell to thrash around but i can't move a muscle. nor can i make a sound - when i try to yell out, nothing happens. there is always a few seconds upon awakening that i honest to god can't move - like my mind wakes up before my body does - or maybe it's the other way around - but for two or three seconds i can't move and i freak out. but for the most part, they are highly entertaining. i kept a file in my computer for my strange dreams - i would immediately write them out after waking up so i could get as much down as possible. but my computer crashed last fall, taking them with it. so i will record them here, and you are more than welcome to do the same, if you wish. just don't gross me out.
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Post by afriendlychicken on Apr 2, 2010 17:17:35 GMT -5
I have very vivid dreams and it's rare when I have a dream I can't remember. I, too, rarely have nightmares, and usually I end up laughing at why it frightened me. I had one in which a glowing, floating, Hershey's kiss scared me. I guess I was afraid of chocolate? I am usually in control of my dreams. Do you have dreams that have opening and end credits? Mines do. When I fall, I always land, and the dream keeps going. Yesterday, I had one of my recurring dreams. It always takes place in intermediate school. It's near the end of the school day and I'm trying to leave to go to work at a place that was right down the street from it, but, I keep ending up back in class. So, I start getting frustrated and I end up yelling at everyone there. When I finally get to leave, I jump the fence, land on a bicycle, and end up in the same place every-time. A place that is 10 miles away from my old school. I start to ride the bike around and the dream ends. Roll the credits!
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Post by spackle on Apr 2, 2010 20:54:35 GMT -5
Fantastic pics, and great topic! I had a dream the other night where I worked in a microbiology lab (which I once did), and all my cultures looked like Cheez Whiz (which they shouldn't).
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Post by afriendlychicken on Apr 2, 2010 21:01:03 GMT -5
Fantastic pics, and great topic! I had a dream the other night where I worked in a microbiology lab (which I once did), and all my cultures looked like Cheez Whiz (which they shouldn't). I just lost my love for cheese whiz.
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Post by caucasoididiot on Apr 3, 2010 10:02:53 GMT -5
Great idea, groupie, and let me echo the reaction to your great choice of pics.
I hadn't been dreaming for a long time, but lately it's every night. They're quite odd, all revolving around my son in some way but rarely actually having him there. People that I barely knew years ago are involved instead.
Last night's involved being out on the US town with an exchange student I once knew, and was quite prosaic except that she was wearing one of those full-blown geisha wigs. Probably the most interesting recent image involved my Japanese family setting me up to give my son a bath, but then telling that as a test I first had to wash the ink off of a sheet of printer output. It looked something like an old monastic manuscript, black lettering with red capitals. Strangely, a guy who used to bully me in Junior High was also there and being quite friendly and supportive. Not too hard to work that one out, but I always wonder if those little details are random or meaningful in some way.
I love your image of Hitler hogging the remote.
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Post by afriendlychicken on Apr 3, 2010 17:52:33 GMT -5
I didn't congratulate Solgroupie on her blog. Sorry, Solgroupie. The pictures were great, and I love the fact that you picked different schools of art: cubism, surrealism. Very nice. I had the same dream this morning, with a few alterations. Instead of having to got to work, it's my parents who are waiting to pick me up. When I finally get to leave, I see my mom walk into a, suddenly appearing, Borders, so I try to follow her. When I get there, I have to climb a tall ladder to get into the store, which now seems to be in a tree, and once I'm inside, it's just a long, one aisle wide, stretch of a wooden building. Instead of books or music, there are just names written on the wooden wall. I see my name listed first, try to climb back down the ladder, but I am blocked by others climbing up, and that's where it ends. I love my dreams. So full of...dreaminess?
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Post by solgroupie on Apr 3, 2010 21:00:37 GMT -5
my dreams have had actual laugh tracks. i'm serious. there were beginnings, middles and sometimes ends - whole plots acted out that i was a part of. i must watch waaay too much television.
and i also have certain people who appear in my dreams that i haven't thought of since i was a child, which is always really weird - where in the world did they come from? why on earth would i dream about a kid i dissected a frog with in science back in 9th grade?
i also recoginize a lot of the same places in my dreams. i've had many at my grandmother's house, some in the house from where i lived as a kid and other places i don't recognize, but seem to be very familiar with them in the dream. freaky!
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Post by afriendlychicken on Apr 3, 2010 21:58:18 GMT -5
A laugh track? That's great. I only had one dream that had a laugh track. I remember waking up and thinking, "What the hell was that?" Then, I started laughing and couldn't get back to sleep. I always dream about people I haven't seen for a long time, or barely know. In my intermediate dream, I'm at my age now, but everyone else is young. When I dream of my relatives; in fact, I had one of my grandma 2 night ago; who have passed away, I'm always at their homes and talking to them but they are already dead, so I'm talking with their ghosts. Those, kind of, disturb me. Do you ever have dreams where you are not a participant? I've had a few like that. It's like I'm the camera eye, just watching and observing. I did have one dream with MST3K in it. All I remember is, I was looking for something on the ground. I turned and ended up on the Sol with Joel, Crow and Tom Servo, with Mike in the hexfield. They were all being nice and giving me helpful directions, on how to find what I was looking for. I then remember turning again and seeing TV's Frank and Dr. Forrester smiling at me. That's where my memory ends of it. At least it was nice one.
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Post by solgroupie on Apr 4, 2010 0:39:46 GMT -5
oh yeah, i've had plenty of dreams where i'm just kind of there, but not really participating. kind of like my life.
i had an mst dream once. i was in a room that had a bunch of tvs that lined the wall. it was dark in the room and i realized there was someone sitting behind me and it was joel. i said hi to him and he said hi back, but that was about it. then, david letterman walks in. why am i dreaming about david letterman!? he and joel shake hands and letterman shakes my hand - kind of reluctantly, and i can tell he only did it because he felt he had to. i told we had met before, which i knew we had not. he and joel just kind of ignored me after that, but i couldn't really blame them!
i almost forgot my "idiot street" dream. i had this one years ago, but never forgot it. i was in a house - a very nice house, filled with expensive furniture and art. i was looking for a guy i was dating at the time, but as soon as i would enter a room i could see just a glimpse of him as he was leaving it. i finally went outside, still looking for him and accidentally followed a path on the grounds that let to the street. once i was there, i was like - shoot! i'm on idiot street! evidently, this was a street for really crazy people - that was all you could see - weird people talking to themselves and acting bizarre as they walked around. kind of like the victorian image of lunatics, all loose on this street. and i wasn't really freaked out, or scared. it was just like a nuisance - turning down a street you meant to avoid.
idiot street!
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Post by spackle on Apr 4, 2010 7:49:57 GMT -5
Idiot Street... I think I used to live there.
I had an MST dream once. Joel ran a garden center and he and I were old friends. I had just returned from being away and he was glad to see me. It was a delicious dream!
I don't think I've had a laugh track, but I've woken myself up because I was laughing at my dream in my sleep! That one was about a horse who was worried about her daughter and was holding me hostage in a bank. I told her her daughter was in Latacunga (a town in Ecuador), and pointed wildly out the door. She galloped off to find her daughter. Then, through the glass front of the bank, I saw a sort of procession passing by, with a friend, who in the dream was a shaman, at the front. He was grinning and saying "There were all these feathers!" and white feathers started drifting around us like snow. Then I heard this other laughter and woke up. It was me laughing!
I love dreams!
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Post by caucasoididiot on Apr 4, 2010 9:44:00 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure I've never had an MST related dream, nor do I recollect any recurring dreams. Certain themes or images maybe, but not actual reruns. I very frequently have dreams in which I'm just an observer, though.
How about color? I hear a lot of people say they don't dream in color, but I always do. The only exception was a dream some years ago where everything was b&w except for the output of a flamethrower a friend of mine was wielding.
My best dream was back in the '80s. I had been pulling lots of night shifts in the family convalescent hospital, and the dream opened with that. Somehow I realized that Mark David Chapman was after me, and so I headed out into the dark and tried to climb the fence. As I was balanced on top he appeared and shot me in the abdomen. I fell over it and was watching a blood stain begin to spread. I have what seems to be a pretty conscious ability to abort dreams that get too scary, but this time it was more a feeling that that was too limiting and so I got better.
I therefore got up and continued on the the Foster's Freeze. This was an area chain of burger joints much like Dairy Queen (in fact, that location is a DQ now). I went inside and tried to hide behind the counter. But looking out the window I saw a big, '70s vintage "Detroit Iron" type of car cruising down the street and instantly knew it was Chapman again. With squealing tires and roaring engine he did a sharp right and came straight at me.
The next moment was quite cinematic, and indeed was in slow-mo. I dove away and looked back. A teenaged guy in his blue uniform and paper hat was also diving out of the way. Behind him the grille of the car smashed through the window in a spray of glass fragments, then through the counter and into the milkshake machine. Various colored syrups shot in all directions in wildly helical splashes.
Everything came to rest, and I quite consciously thought, "This dream can't top that," and woke up.
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Post by spackle on Apr 4, 2010 10:57:14 GMT -5
Very cinematic. Who directed that dream, Miike? I like the image of the helically splashing syrups.
I also dream in color.
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Post by solgroupie on Apr 4, 2010 12:49:07 GMT -5
i don't remember any dreams where i didn't dream in color. but who knows? you can't remember them all. last night i dreamed that i owned two bengal tigers. they were just enormous, and i was outside with them, sitting on the grass. one of them started to play a little rough and i smacked it and said, "hey, cut it out!" grudgingly, it did so. i felt i was in total control of both of them. foolish human! then i was in my house, where i live now, in bed. i was trying to sleep while these two gigantic tigers were roaming around my small house. they came into my room and one stood right next to the bed, his huge head next to mine. the other one jumped up on the bed and had both front legs on either side of my arms. still thinking these guys were going to obey me, i smacked at him and said again, "hey, cut it out!" but he just stayed where he was. suddenly i realized how insanely stupid it was for me to assume i controlled these tigers, and they were more than likely about to rip into me. my heart was pounding. but either i woke up, or it just faded off into another dream i don't remember now. whew!
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Post by callipygias on Apr 4, 2010 13:58:38 GMT -5
Smudgey owns your ass.
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Post by afriendlychicken on Apr 4, 2010 21:40:56 GMT -5
Freud would have a field day with us. Tigers, talking horses, flame throwers, floating Hershey's kisses. Do we need help? I also dream in color. Tigers? Maybe you were watching Dersu Uzala the other night? Or smudgy definitely does own your ass. I had a stream-of-consciousness dream this morning; that seems to be the case with all my looking-for-something-but-can't-find-it dreams; so there's little that makes sense. I'm looking through a bedroom, then turn, and I'm looking in a bathroom, turn again and I'm in a night-class and I start tearing that place apart, turn again and I'm back in the bathroom, then I start getting frustrated in the dream, so the editor in my brain, tries desperately, to win an Oscar. Then, I woke up. I wonder why I can never figure out what I'm looking for? That's the frustration with these dreams. Maybe it's because I'm single, and no one else in my dreams, ever, seems to be.
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