What did you dream last night?

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Things I'd rather forget.

It involved Wal-Mart, shopping for makeup with Sophia Vergara , and a singing talent contest. organized by somebody who resembles my mental image of Prof. Xxx (who I don't know at all IRL). It was pretty funny, actually. I got fed up with Sophia for arguing with the Wal-Mart cashier, left her there and walked home. But instead of going to my house, I met up with these older teenagers (I was a teenager myself), including a rather cute guy from work,and we went to the Prof's house and he told us all what style of costume to wear, and to sing something that matched the costume. He told me '70s Supergroup was my style and I'd just figured out what to wear and what to sing, when I got woke up.

I had a strange dream about talking to one of our politicians, the count Karel Schwarzenberg. It took place in a nearby forrest and he arrived there on a bike. Weird.

I had a dream where I was at a movie theater ready to watch a movie. There were two sinister men and a creepy older man, all dressed in black, giving handouts to those who had tickets for the same movie as I.

I was given a handout by the man, who had a parrot on her shoulder. The handout was a survey that I & everyone else were looking at, confused.

In the auditorium, the man spoke in a giggly, high tone of voice, "Thank you for taking the time to watch the studio's latest "product." We appreciate it and after the movie the movie is over, please do fill out the survey that my assistants gave to all of you as you walked in here. Thanks again and enjoy the movie." So all in the auditorium watched the movie.

Here's what happened. Before the movie started, everyone was offered water. About halfway through the movie, everyone collapsed, me included. When I woke up, the person who was sitting in front of me asked, "Did autism, epilepsy, or the studio have anything to do with what happened to us?" And that was it.

Nothing.

Kratos from God of War was my bodygaurd.

It would be interesting to experience nested dreams, like dreaming that you are dreaming. Then you would wake up in your dream, and the level-one dream would continue.

Last night I dreamt that there was a really long line of people waiting to apply for a job at a factory. While we were waiting office workers were handing us green bottles which I got the last one. But the line seemed to be endless as I look back because there was hundreds of people at this small factory. Then I found myself inside this factory with these weird looking conveyors with strange parts on them. These conveyors were moving the parts. I then looked forward to see someone from the office behind a stand processing people. After they got through with me I left and walked over to a lady's house with a white fence that looked like boards at the top and boards in the middle propped up on post and the fence was zigzagged. The lady came out and invited me in. She was exceptionally nice and told me she really loves living here and that she has her peace and quiet there. As we walked toward the house she had ponds and scuba diver figures in several places and plants every where. We went in the house. Though the house was small and a bit full of stuff, it was so warm, cozy and inviting.


I'm wondering if the first part of this dream indicates the sign of things to come? I'm wondering if unemployment will get so high that there will be a couple of hundred people applying for one job opening? I'm also wonder, since green means go, that the bottles were giving to the first 15 people for instance that they would be the only ones that would be hired at this factory and the rest of the people leaving after they got to me? Since I got the last bottle will I get lucky on something though it may not be a factory at all, but some kind of work? I'm not sure about the house and what that is about.

I've had similar dreams where I was in a deserted giant house that had spiral hallways that got narrower and narrower until I couldn't get through anymore because they got so narrow. Than I've had dreams in large brick buildings where I just had a bed and a working TV.

i dreamed that i had no dreams.

Are you being a smartass - pie because your statement don't make any sense?

1/6/2013: Dreamt that I went over to my rental property to talk to Andy. I came in through the back and walked to the living room. The place was filthy with crumbs all over the floor except in the living room. The first thing I notice is he had moved his stereo someplace else other than under the window facing the side of my house. Andy was sitting on a strange looking bed that had a narrow extension that was part of the mattress protruding out on one corner. We started talking about Steve coming over, but for some reason Andy didn’t want to or couldn’t call Steve. So I told him I can call not once, but several times and ask him if he wants to come over. I never did get an answer. But, as I was leaving his house was miraculously cleaned up when I walked toward the back to leave. As I was leaving, I didn’t think Andy would speak to me again after I asked him the last time to turn down his music and he called me a b***h(the part in italics really happened.

Comment: Colors, voices which I heard in dream.

This is very interesting. I'm not sure if this happened to me without going through my gazillions of dreams in my diaries dating back to April of 1974. I hope you get some constructive answers here where members have some great contributions and not smart ass answers.

For a period of about ten years, I averaged about two hours of sleep a night.

It started when working two jobs and not having enough time for sleep. I'd work until about four in the morning, sleep two hours, get up, shower, shave, get dressed, and then drive to another town in another state to be at work by eight am.

Later when I went back to school again, I kept up the schedule.

In a sense, it was quite nice having all the extra time. I could get far more accomplished in any one day. Also, when I woke up, I was instantly awake. There was no noticeable period between asleep and awake.

The one downside was that I very rarely reached a deep enough sleep to dream. I'd go for months (maybe even more than a year) between dreams. Considering that my dreams are nearly always quite enjoyable, that really bothered me.

These days, I'm back to four to eight hours of sleep a night and have dreams normally as I did before.

I just woke up from a rather unsettling variation on my usually extremely pleasant and relaxing floating dreams.

I was in some kind of large college related building and a girl I knew years ago known as Horse Woman latched onto me again. She was big and very clingy. Her ultimate goal in life was to find a victim and marry him.

So I tried to wander off, but she kept up with me wherever I went. I finally got tired and sat down and she sat down besides me expecting a make-out session. But instead, I just ignored her and tried to take a nap. She kept waking me up before I could get to sleep and I'd move a little ways and then settle back down and try to take a nap. And all the time she kept telling me over and over how much she missed me in the last forty years and she was planning the rest of our lives together, even where we would be buried together. She clearly had gotten even worse over the past forty years.

Then she decides that I'm having a heart attack. I try to argue against it, but she's now a head nurse in a hospital (something like the head nurse in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest). She figures she can keep me under control better in her hospital and so she calls the ambulance. I get up and run off and finally lose her.

After stopping for some M&Ms at a candy machine someone in a paramedic costume walks up and asks if I know where the guy is that's having a heart attack. I try to point him elsewhere, but he keeps following me.

I suddenly remember that the building has an enormous atrium that goes up eight floors all the way to the top and that the top two floors are a library that is locked that time of night. So I have an escape route -- all I have to do is to float up to the top two floors and go to a hiding space that I know about.

(An aside on the hiding space. There have been times when in various large buildings and buildings on college campuses, someone finds a large area that was walled off and forgotten about. For example, at the University of Oklahoma or Oklahoma State University (I forget which) a number of years ago they found such a forgotten room in the offices of the president of the university. I've heard of another such area at one college where someone found half a floor that had been forgotten about. People used one side of the floor and there was only one very hidden way to get to the other part. I found such a place in the mid 70s at a football field. It took some climbing to get into it, but once you were there, you were completely alone. When I went back to school later, I had a fantasy about finding such a place in the library where I could put in a hidden door and move some furniture into it and live very peacefully and rent-free. Alas, I looked but never could find any such area that seemed to be missing in the main library. And now, back to the dream.)

The paramedic follows me and I can hear more coming as we get to the atrium. This being a college building with college students around, I can hear everyone playing guitars trying to impress their girlfriends with terrible versions of Lemon Tree (Peter, Paul, and Mary sang it) as well as various work and protest songs. They must have been '60s college students. The paramedic keeps asking me if I'm the one having a heart attack and I keep saying no.

In the middle of the atrium, I kick off as hard as i can and go up about a floor and start rising slowly, floating in the air. Now there are paramedics everywhere and they start going floor to floor as I slowly rise. Horse Woman is there crying and all the college students get into the act.

The college students start trying to reach me with shepherd's crooks. These are kinky college students into some kind of games involving sheep and coeds dressing up as Little Bo Peep. I try to stay in the middle of the atrium, but the air currents are slowly pushing me closer to one side and the paramedics are there waiting for me. Just as I'm just about to leave the sixth floor behind and reach the safety of the library, I get too close and one of the paramedics grabs me by the arm.

That's when I woke up.

I didn't have a dream last night, because I stayed up all night coughing.