At work trying to pee in an open office area with randomly-placed open urinals and a guy at the next one over. Stomped out angrily, unable to pee . Went back to my office and found that while I was trying to pee, everything had been rearranged, and some kind of management test was going on where everyone was passing playing cards around in sequence of desk order. I went to my desk to find all the desks were supermarket checkout counters, and the people around me were all strangers. George, who was normally next to me, was across the room. Andrea from Contracts was handing out the cards and I asked for some. She said I had to wait. I went over to George, whose male pattern baldness was replaced with long blonde hippy hair, and asked him what the hell was going on. He said I had to go to the doctor's office across the hall to find out. Probable reality source: Down thru the years there have been times when I went to lunch, on break, or to the bathroom, and came back to find a major crisis project had dropped in the few minutes I was gone. A few times, I'd gone home at the normal quitting time, and found out the next day that an emergency had happened right after I left and George (who sometimes left a little later - flex time) got stuck with it. The last few years my most recent boss was a total bastard to me when things like that happened, and made sure I knew I was a useless shirker.
Dream I decided to ride my bike to work (actually a recurring theme, for some reason). Got a flat and decided to continue on foot. I had one of those wheel-on-a-stick odometers to keep track. In the dream, I zenned out or fell asleep while walking and went on autopilot. When I came to in the dream, I was on an unfamiliar major highway, totally lost. I realized I never zeroed the odometer before I left, so I tossed it aside. I saw a plane landing up ahead, and realized I'd walked all the way to Newark airport! The sun was setting, with magnificent orange cumulus on the horizon. It was dusk! But I still needed to get to work! And my taxes are due today too! I have to find out where I am! I decided to sit down on the curb and check my new Garmin GPS, which I'd been carrying. But some random 10-year-old kid popped up out of nowhere and sat where I was going to sit. Okay, then, I'll sit on the other side of this utility pole, dammit. I saw I was near a large mall, with a nice big outdoor park with benches. I had to use the GPS to find how to get to work from here. But I couldn't remember the name of where I worked. Or the street it was on. Or the town. I'd better call home and ask my wife where I work. My cell phone didn't have a touch screen. It was entirely mechanical, with a delicate white plastic clockwork mechanism behind a glass cover that corresponded to a screen. There was a row of numbers on mechanical tabs under the glass. I touched the first three digits, the area code, and the clockwork inside flipped and whirred, and the next number I needed disappeared! Then I saw it on a little wheel inside, but touching it didn't work. dammit, I've got to get to work and pay my taxes! I'm so glad I have stressful dreams in retirement to replace work stress
Fell asleep during the day yesterday. I dreamt that I was back at the house I grew up in. Was out by the pool, decided to go swimming. Didn't have a swim suit so went swimming nude. Then my brother showed up with his kids. Somehow it got dark, so I was able to sort of hide and sneak out of the pool and get a towel on. But then the lights by the pool came on and I had to hide quick, but decided I needed to hide the bottle of tequila first. That's when my brother's kids started asking me what I had under the towel. I woke up then, but didn't realize I had been dreaming for about half an hour or so.
I often have dreams where I have to ride my bike ridiculously long ways, and my tire always pops. I wonder what that means. Fears of impotence?
"There was a row of numbers on mechanical tabs under the glass. I touched the first three digits, the area code, and the clockwork inside flipped and whirred, and the next number I needed disappeared!" - Forbin okay that sounds like every experience I have using the "self checkout" at the grocery store!
This one started out at an aquarium. I was in the area where you there's the huge glass wall where you can watch all fish swimming around. I was standing near the glass wall and was looking at the people that were watching the fish. The suddenly a guy in the crowd mutated into a half man half shark creature. He turned to the side and bit off the top half of the woman standing next to him. And then attacked a few other people, people started screaming and running. One of the guides picked up a phone on the wall and started saying something about an infection or outbreak. Thinking "No one is going to believe this shit", I took my phone to take a picture. Right when I took the picture, he looked up at me and jumped at me with his mouth open. I freaked and tried to cover myself but realized I was fucked and just as he went to bite me I was looking at myself and the sharkman from a different perspective. Somehow I jumped into another person's body and could see him bite off the top of my body. He then looked around and saw me watching, and came after me again. I jumped into another body when he about to attack the body I was in. This happened a few more times, but I started to lead him into another part of the aquarium. I finally got him to follow me to the mechanical area of the aquarium. And by this time, I was able to jump from place to place by disappearing and reappearing in different spots, I was able to get him to crack open some pipes which held pressurized steam. This made the ceiling and walls fall in on him, burying him and cooking him in the steam. I then walked out, when I came out of the aquarium there was a bright flash and I was back in my own body. Where I came out was a parking lot and there was a Taco Bell and a Burger King across a highway. I was hungry and decided to head over. The only way to get there, the highway had fences on each sire with razor wire to keep people from climbing over. To get across there you went under the highway, it was supported by columns and about 200 feet wide. When I went under the highway there were some cars and a few guys under it. I didn't think much of it, as part of the underpass was an auto repair. I walked past that area and then saw one guy giving another guy a blow behind a car. The saw another guy giving another guy a handjob. I thought to my self "Don't look, don't make eye contact, keep walking.". The another guy came out from the back of a van wiping off his mouth and holding out his hands and headed towards a barrel that had water in it. Then some other guy was walking away from another guy and he was shaking his hand around, then walked up to me and wiped it off my fleece jacket sleeve. He looked at me, laughed a bit and smiled. I got pissed, gave him a kick to the side of his knee, then kicked him in the kidney, then in the neck, he fell over, then kicked him in the head. Took off my fleece jacket really carefully, changed my mind about eating. When back to my car to go home. When I got home, which was my mom's old home in Florida, the street was the street the old home was on and the houses were also from the old home. But when I got inside it was this house. I was about t sit down when a neighbor came to the door and asked if I could give an estimate for some work. I went over and after reviewing the work gave the estimate. She started arguing about some of the pricing, and kept saying that other people were cheaper. I got annoyed, told her to fuck off and left. I came back home, showered had some dinner and then went to bed. As I was laying down I was thinking "This is a real fucked up dream" and was hoping that my alarm wouldn't go off. Each paragraph happened after I woke up for a bit feeling kind of confused and went back to sleep. As I was hoping my alarm wouldn't go off, it did go off.
"suddenly a guy in the crowd mutated into a half man half shark creature" - I HATE when that happens!
Walking across a bridge out in the country. There was a grassy field below and to the right. I could see mice running in the grass and there were at least three cats chasing them around. One cat caught a mouse and I could hear the crunch as the cat killed it.
I was in some sort of pavilion or gazebo, at some sort of meeting where I was to be introduced to a team of helpers. for what, I don't know. At the foot of the pavilion steps (nice grass, park-like field beyond) were a person and some objects. Somone wa about to introduce the person when I recognized an old school chum. "Oh, hell, I've known Brian since kindergarten!" I said. I didn't ask why is usual blonde buzz-cut was deep red hippie-hair with a full beard and mutton chops. Next to him was... a conch shell. I was told the conch shell preferred to be called "The Floating Skull." When I asked if it could float, it rose up to chest level to demonstrate. I said "Cool! I always wanted a superhero sidekick!" On Brian's other side was a damaged briefcase with some wires sticking out of a hole in its side. I asked if it could also float, and it levitated obligingly. Well okay, then, we have a team!
Dreamed I was hanging out with my friend Frank, who I don't get to hang with much these days (his wife doesn't like him to have fun). He wanted to visit s friend of his, who lived in a storefront apartment marked with a big #10. Frank went in first, and when I went in there was a bunch of guys sitting around talking. Frank had already sat down and joined them, so i was like this total stranger walking in off the street with no introduction. I said I'm with Frank and sat down. I saw an old Colt police revolver on the coffee table, and thought it was dangerous just leaving it around. So I took charge of it and just hung on to it while we were there. At some point Frank and I checked out this guy's den/home office/whatever. It was a small dusty room lined with dark stained wood cabinets and shelves. There were lots of gun cabinets with cool guns in them, and model airplanes on the shelves ( I liked this guy!). The models were crudely built. I touched one, and it and every plane around it collapsed off their landing legs. I casually backed out of the room. We were back siting on the couch with the guys, when Frank decided he had to drive somewhere, and suddenly we were in a car with the same people. The guy next to me said "Frank? You know this car you suddenly started driving way too fast? It's mine!" I told the guy not to worry, Frank was a good driver. With that, Frank tried to turn into a driveway that required a 180 to get into, was only 4 feet wide, and sloped down radically to the right. I said "FRANK NO!!" and he hit the brakes just as the front bumper hit the stone wall keeping us from dropping 20 feet, and knocked some stones loose. The car's owner rolled his eyes and I said sorry.
"He wanted to visit a friend of his, who lived in a storefront apartment marked with a big #10." Yeah....about that - I don't think it was a store!
I had one that was so utterly mundane and realistic that I thought, as I was waking up, that it was reality and I was there. My wife and I were eating at a Greek, or old-world European of some kind, restaurant. Sitting at a round dining table by a window with the proprietor (picture actor Harold Stone) chatting after dinner. Dark-stained wood decor and nice table cloths. Very nice. Outside was the al fresco dining area, mostly empty. It was an inn, and we were staying over in an upstairs room, which I had a perfect mental image of - lovely old world dark-stained wood and a 4-poster bed. I knew we'd be going up there to bed shortly. The feeling that it was real and now was very strong. I must have partially woke up and been in that half and half fugue state where the dream seems real, and this one was so mundane that the effect was extra strong. Then I must have fallen back asleep 'cause it went off the rails then. Karen, my crush from work was there, and she wanted to leave, but it was after hours and they'd already locked up. The owner and I considered the trap door in the wall where they pass orders out to the al fresco area, but no, that was too small to fit an adult through. The windows were large, though, so I suggested opening a window, and Karen could slide out over the booth table. I went to open the window, and some random young woman outside was about to knock on it. We startled each other. She said she was looking for Karen. I helped Karen onto the table and held her hand as she slid outside. Of course, I was thinking I'd get browny points from her for this, and it was nice holding her hand. Once she got outside, she and the young woman embraced and started making out. Karen said "oh my God, your lips are so soft!" and the girl declared her love as they smooched. Can't even catch a break in my dreams!
Nothing memorable for a while (or that I remember). Last night I was with a carload of people, I suppose family members and/or freinds, going to a big department store in a mall. An old guy from work who retired yeeears ago was driving, and his car was some 70s compact station wagon with faux wood panels. Mustard yellow. It was night when we parked at the mall lot. Everybody went into the store, but I had to put my socks and shoes on first, so I got left behind. Once my feet were squared away (had trouble getting the socks to fit) I got out of the car, and I saw the whole mall was dark and out of business except the big dept store. Then I noticed the car's lights were still on, and I ran back to it going "shitshitshit" hoping I didn't lock it. Whew, it was open, and I turned the lights off. The big dept store had a well-lit foyer which was in a deeply recessed well, about 8 feet lower than the parking lot, but with no stairs. One had to hop down off the sidewalk, or hang and drop. Once in the foyer, a doorman opened theatrical double doors for you to enter. I couldn't see inside, not even whoever I'd come with. I started to doubt this was the store we'd planned to visit. So I tried to climb back up out of the foyer pit to the sidewalk. Took a bit of struggling, I'm not much of a climber. Finally got a leg up and got out. I can't recall the name of the store we were looking for, but the one I was in had big pink neon letters (a bold sans serif block face) along the whole front, saying "BARBARA BOUQUET." The rest of the mall was still dark.
some thoughts: 1) next time put the socks on before you put the shoes on. 2) no sense hurrying back to the car! The lights will turn off on their own eventually, generally about the same time the battery dies. 3) BARBARA BOUQUET was your brain slightly scrambling the name BARBARA BROADCAST which is an old "classic" porn movie.
A few weeks ago my smoke alarm was chirping at night (only at night, which apparently is a thing that happens due to temperature) because the battery was getting old. I had purchased a new battery but not yet replaced it. I had a very strange, and seemingly long, half-awake period in which I dreamed about replacing the battery, and my conscious mind was pissed off because it remembered replacing the battery, but the alarm was still chirping. The situation resolved itself not because I woke up all the way and realized it was a dream, but because somehow my conscious mind remembered that I had left the battery package in the bottom of the paper bag from the grocery store, on the kitchen counter, and somehow it interrogated my dream-state and determined that while the dream-state had a memory of putting the battery in the smoke detector, it did not have a memory of taking the battery out of the bag.
I dreamed that I was down south visiting Mom, and we had to go pick up my sister at the bank where she works. Mom drove (which she can't any more), and we were in my Wife's 2005 Mini Cooper (long since traded in on a Subaru that doesn't need $2k yearly maintenance). We got to the bank, and Mom went on in ahead. I probably had to put socks on again first. When I headed for the bank, Mom was already inside. I looked around for the entrance, and Mom and my sister were looking out a window laughing at me for being confused. Angry at them, I punched the pile of single-roll toilet paper packages stacked in front of the bank. I found my way inside, and up a spiral staircase around the perimeter of a large round foyer (her bank isn't that grand). I found my sister and we hugged (which we never do) and were on our way. I lost track of Mom.
it's a prophetic dream! Toilet paper at the bank? Connect-the-dots here: soon toilet paper will be as valuable as gold because of COVID-19 hoarding. And your family was laughing at you because you foolishly invested your financial future in gold and silver!
I was apparently involved in a low-budget film company in some management level. Our cheapskate producer had us put up in a cheap hotel that was unfinished and unfurnished. I had a second floor room in the front, above the main entrance. Instead of a balcony, you could walk out onto the marquee/awning structure over the lobby. I wanted to take a shower, but the bathroom had wire conduits sticking out of the shower walls. I used a screwdriver to arc one to see if it was live, and it sparked and welded the screwdriver to itself. I figure I better not use the shower if I wanted to live. Stepping out of the shower, the cheapskate producer was standing in my room. I asked him how the hell he got in. He showed me that he had the room next door, and both opened onto the marquee platform, and he came in that way. In the next scene I was trying to escape, and was fighting with one of the film company security guys. He had a club, and I was using a large resin fuselage from a 1/48 scale B-52 model kit. We were sort of fencing with the clubs, and I did a cool parry with the B-52 and slid it down his club to score a bonk on his head. *** In a later dream, my wife and I were walking down a country road, when we saw a man throwing a ball to his horse, who caught it in its mouth threw it back with a head-toss. The man missed the next throw and the ball rolled across the road and under a bush. I went and got it - it was more of a snowball than a toy ball - and threw it back. I missed the guy by 50 feet laterally and it landed in tall grass, where a cat suddenly appeared, caught it, and started playing with it. The man said "Oh, that's where Aurora (the cat) got to!" Meanwhile my wife was scooting away down the road on a scooter that wasn't there before. I yelled hey! and she turned around and came back. The scooter was also a large, solid resin model, and driving it had worn flats on the non-turning, molded-on, ball-shaped wheels. I also notice the gas tank was empty when I shook the scooter, and it prompted me to say the old folk saying (that my sleeping brain made up), "an empty gas tank is a sign of a good day's work." And all this without drinking or drug use.
I was part of some renegade group hiding out in a safe house. We were protecting a pregnant woman played by Katherine Winnick . I was on a couch, and the guy in the chair next to me was reading a magazine article about flying aircraft carriers, with an interesting illustration in a 1950s style. I saw the next article was about the current ammo shortage, but he wouldn't let me borrow the mag until he was done. Suddenly a knockout gas grenade bounced into the room and The Feds stormed the place. I looked for a way to get Katherine out, but the gas was starting to work. I heard her say, "Look, just shoot me and get it over with and let the rest go!" Nooooo! Other flashes: arguing with a non-existant niece about her heroine habit, grabbing her by the arm to make a point, and being forced to apologize for that by society; walking in the snow back at the house I grew up in.
"I was apparently involved in a low-budget film company in some management level. Our cheapskate producer had us put up in a cheap hotel that was unfinished and unfurnished. I had a second floor room in the front, above the main entrance. Instead of a balcony, you could walk out onto the marquee/awning structure over the lobby. I wanted to take a shower, but the bathroom had wire conduits sticking out of the shower walls. I used a screwdriver to arc one to see if it was live, and it sparked and welded the screwdriver to itself. I figure I better not use the shower if I wanted to live." Where was this hotel, Hooterville?
I'm thinking your life is so full of wild ass adventures that it spills out into your sleeping world. Or not!
I was fighting a bunch of creatures that were sort of like the Venom symbiote from Spider-Man. They were taking people over and coating them like a layer of goo. I kept struggling to peel the things off of people as I encountered them. One tried to eat me and I did something to it . . . unclear on what exactly. But the gooey creature screamed and ran away.
my three most common dreams: 1. I need to pee IRL but it hasn't awakened me yet so in an otherwise unrelated dream, I'm desperately searching for a place to pee and being stymied. (for example, I finally find a stall but when I open it the toilet is missing or some such) - the worst sort of dream I have, IMO 2. driving in a vaguely familiar place, usually uneventfully except the landscape and objective keeps changing - not all at once but like: I'm on my way to this specific town but when I get to the town, it's not actually that town but another town - and I know this in the dream despite never having actually been to either town. I honestly don't mind this one so much. 3. I have arrived at a place I am supposed to be (oddly, these are most of the time something education related, a classroom or a school) only to be aware that I am physically exposed, naked or in underwear or without pants - I've always had this sort of dream and my understanding is that it is a very common dream. One fascinating thing is that in my former life if I was ever partially dressed, it was always the pants missing. Now that I have breasts, it's almost always that I'm topless.
I often have a very similar dream. I'm driving somewhere, usually with someone I know (though rarely the same person--my dad and a couple of coworkers are the only repeat passengers) and the destination is always to the north, though the distance varies from only an hour or so away to more than a day's drive. The appearances of both the route and the place I'm driving to change from dream to dream even though the town is supposed to to be the same one. I also have enough work-related dreams that I feel I deserve overtime compensation.
I spent the first 20ish years of my work life in factory jobs - that's been 20 years+ since the last one but if I have a work-related dream it's almost always set in a factory. (these often overlap with the "Why can't i find a goddamn bathroom?" narrative.
