addressing your comments: 1) I used to have pee dreams where I start to pee then I can't stop. I just keep peeing & peeing & peeing 2) I often have dreams where driving is involved. Sometimes I'm driving indoors! Up staircases, down hallways, you name it! Usually I'm just driving in vaguely familiar area, familiar not because it's a place I visited IRL, but a place I visited in a previous dream. It's like I have an established "dream universe" with a structure and logic of it's own as things are IRL. Another scary (borderline nightmare) driving dream scenario is I can't see clearly. My lights don't work, or it's foggy or my windows are frosted over or whatever and I can't pull over - I have to keep on driving and generally going faster & faster but I still can't see enough to safely drive. 3) I only rarely have showing up to work or being out in the general public without pants but I do have such dreams. That said I wonder if porn stars have dreams where they are wearing pants at work.
I have similar dreams. I’m in a bathroom that’s usually really big, dozens of stalls . . . But all of them are either occupied, broken, flooded, or just too nasty to use.
I get crazy bathroom dreams too, Nova. Same thing, either I find a bathroom and there's something wrong that prevents me from peeing, or I just can't find one and have to look for something to pee in. Sometimes the traps are elaborate - I have to navigate a series of turnstiles and fencing, and squeeze around people, to get to the toilet. Sometime when I get there, it's just a sealed up hole in the floor. Once I had to pee in a urinal that was a functional hole in the floor, but it was on a mazzanine overlooking a machine shop with everyone watching. Had a work dream just last night - it was my last day before retirement, but people kept giving me projects that would take hours and hours. One guy gave me the instruction sheet for a model kit, marked up with mistakes, and demanded I redraw the whole thing.
Another angst-ridden work dream. I was working on a classified document in a sealed lab in a basement. The boss asked me to print out one page for reference. Back in the real world, just printing even one classified page required it to be either locked away and destroyed after use, or logged into the doc control system, both big pains. I hit print in the dream and the whole 1000-page doc started printing. I was freaking. Not only a paper print, but there was an automatic disk drive attached to the printer that auto-loaded a 3.5" floppy and burned a classified section to it. Then another workstation created a removable terabyte drive with the whole classified project on it. I'm screaming NO! NO!! Looking at all the time and trouble it was going to take to figure out the security paperwork for all this classified material. Some of my coworkers were being helpful, pointing out that all the printers in the room also had industrial shredders on them. But the printers are all connected to the security office, so they already know the prints and disks exist! AAARRGH!! Of course I woke up with the situation hanging with no resolution. In another work dream I was simply going to lunch. I'd gotten my sammich and put it in the car, and left the car running to warm up, while I went back in the office to get my coat and put my shoes and socks on (linear time is meaningless). As I was going back out I realized I left the car running and it might get stolen! As I was jogging along the roadway to the parking lot, and small orange car with a roof rack almost hit a guy. The car veered into a side alley, and the guy yelled after it "Crappy little car with a crappy little driver!!"
last night my wife had a dream (too long to get into right now) but one sub-plot was that one of our relatives (youngest grand daughter maybe?) was the reincarnation of Robin Williams.
I was in a big huge house trying to change clothes, but couldn't find the room my clothes were in. I kept searching dressers and closets but my clothes were gone. Then I was in the back of a large vehicle - possibly a bus, possibly an RV - going down a dirt road while my mother ran behind/to the side of it to catch up. Apparently in dreams my mom can run at super-speed. Who knew?
Not one dream, but several dreams about one person. Some 15-16 years ago was dating and living with some girl. The last we saw of each other, she wanted me to hand over cash and some property of mine. Don't remember what I told her, but it must have been a doozy. She swung a mop at me, hit the door frame, the mop head broke off, and then she threw the mop handle at me like a spear. I had a lamp in one hand, the now pointy and sharp mop hand went through the lamp shade, missed me by 2-3 inches and stuck in the wall on the stairs I was going down, and she threw the mop head at me, that missed me by about 3-4 feet. Well, anyway, for the last 2-3 months I've dreamt about her about once a week. But it's never us getting backing together It's me seeing her at work, not where I'm now or where I was at the time, but at some place I've never worked before, or at a house I've never lived in then or now. And we'll acknowledge each other, talk some but we don't talk about us, just work related or if at a house, asking for something to do what I'm doing at the time. Changing a light out, trying to set up something, I guess being helpful to whoever the house belongs to. Except for one a while back, I was there with her as she was then and she's there also as who she would be now, I was hoping they wouldn't talk to each other.
For some reason I had a 12" David Boreanaz-as-Angel doll. I had disassembled it, not delicately. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, who I knew had turned evil, was on her way to get it, and would be angry that I'd pulled it apart. So I was carefully plugging his limbs back into his torso. But was also applying various stickers and certain postage stamps that I knew would either shield me from Buffy's dark magic, or cause her plans to be foiled. I knew the doll's clothes would conceal the stickers once I was done. Some of its joints had been damaged, so I was having trouble getting it together. Well at least it wasn't a work dream.
Another "office building" dream. I was at work, tho the building didn't look like my building. First I was in a classroom in some kind of briefing. Then I had to take an elevator down to the main floor. Only the elevator car was the size of a semi trailer. I got in with a woman I used to work with and we were talking. Her face was all red, like she was embarrassed by something. Of course this being a dream meant that the elevator didn't just go up and down, it also went forward, backward, sideways, and tilted around. So we ride the elevator for a while and the door starts to open but we're only on the third floor. I said something like "All that and we've only gone one floor?" Then another guy gets on and we start discussing a Sharepoint deployment to a bunch of standalone computers. Then my alarm clock went off and I woke up.
Had one of those sleep-paralysis nightmares the other morning as I was waking up. In the dream the bed was vibrating like my recliner's massage setting, then it started levitating. I knew for sure it was demonic, and I started trying to pound on the wall for help, but I couldn't move my arms. I couldn't move at all! I could see, out of the corner of my eye, an arm reaching up from next to the bed. I was totally panicked by this time, and the paralysis started to break, and I grabbed and pushed at the arm. Which of course woke my wife up since I was grabbing her leg and screaming.
FINALLY a dream that truly "thinks outside the box" from my usual themes that have been so boring that my wife is outdreaming me, which never used to happen. But I digress: so I'm at work but not my actual workplace - maybe a different office with different equipment. But I am handling some weird element that can fit in the palm of your hand (see pic) which is sort of like jagged red JELL-O. Anyway this amazing element overtakes/gobbles up whatever it comes into contact with. Makes sense so far, but the element doesn't increase in weight or size. Thus if I drop the element on a power drill for example, the drill disappears into the element but the element stays the same. So it wasn't like the movie "The Blob" because the element stayed the same size and shape. Anyway hilarity ensued when the element started moving and I couldn't stop it before it reached my supervisor's laptop computer. Holy shit I could be in serious trouble! Anyway the element disappeared a few more things when my son (maybe my daughter was with him) came into my office. I told them what was going on and my son said "no big deal! That's a blah blah blah and the stuff isn't really gone. I can go online and get everything back out from inside it." So I guess this element is kind of like the transformer beam on Star Trek that scrambles your body then reassembles it on the other end. I woke up before my son retrieved everything the element consumed. Apparently the laws of physics were a bit askew - or nonexistent - with this element but it was perfectly normal and nothing a little technical savvy couldn't deal with.
Another elevator dream last night. I was in an office building, I think the one where I work, and had to go to a different building. Got in an elevator that looked normal but had buttons for buildings instead of floors. I went to a different building and then had to get back to my own, so got back in the elevator. Someone started to tell me I wasn't supposed to use it, as it was for important people. I said I was just going back to "the nimmick," whatever the hell that was supposed to be, only I couldn't find the button for it. So I kept riding the elevator and looking out the doors when it stopped to see if I was in the right building.
Benign half-waking dream this morning: my father was poking his head around the bedroom door asking if he could use the shower.
Something last night about driving the Mighty Jeep. Might have had the top down, might not. There was a guy in a convertible behind me who was screaming at me for cutting him off or something, but all I was doing was driving in a straight line down the road.
My red Ferrari broke down on the way to work and I stopped at a garage for a fix. The garage was a huge, multi-roomed machine shop sort of affair, with big open service bays the size of auditoriums. For reasons unknown, my friends Frank and Sean were with me. It was getting past noon, and I realized I'd better call in to let the boss know why I'm not there yet, lest I get canned. Every room in the garage had a different kind of phone, all of them unfamiliar to me. There was a base-station model on a work bench, so I picked up the handset and tried to punch in the umber for work. The sound in the earpiece was breaking up, scratchy, unintelligible. When I punched in the first number, the physical keypad changed configuration before my eyes. Now it only had six numbers. Useless! I tried another phone, this one a smartphone, but the number pad also kept changing as I punched. My friend Frank found a secret compartment under the checkout desk with a perfectly normal smart phone with perfectly normal number pad. No, I said, it must be a trap! And I tried the desk phone, which also didn't work. My red Ferrari was ready by then, and the mechanic started handing me a half dozen different "keys" for different functions. One was a small yellow plastic claw-looking device. I just hoped I could figure out what they all did and get my car started so I could get to work! Ay yi yi.
Abandonment issues: In the dream, I'm about 12 again, and the family is loading up the station wagon for a trip up to Mom and Dad's cabin in upstate NY. Mom, Dad, and my sister are in the old Ford Country Squire. I realize I forgot something in the garage, so I run in to get it. When I come out, they've left. I see the car driving away down High Mountain Road. I only freak a little, and I figure I'll just call them when they get up there (3.5 hour trip!), but I can't remember the phone number. Now I start freaking. Oh, but I can call Mom on her cell. No, I don't remember that number either. Freaking more now, but I wake up then. Monsters under the bed: Again! Another half-waking dream where I'm in bed right where I belong, and it's dark (of course), and I'm half-awake and I feel that there's a mysterious, unknown entity in bed with me, and it's probably hostile, and it's reaching for me, and I start kicking at it... And my wife smacks me and wakes me up and yells "Stop kicking me!"
I was at some kind of assembly/rally/whatever at my old high school. I was in the audience and some old classmates were on stage speaking. The subject was something about organizing the event. The majorette I had the hots for back then, Corrinne, was saying that I should be involved with the planning. I stood up and reminded her I didn't want to. "We spoke about this, John," she said. "Yeah, and if you recall, the word I spoke was 'No'". I was sitting next to the old class president, Kevin, and trying to tell him a story about something. As usually happens when I try to tell someone a story, he got distracted by someone else and I just finished telling the story to the air. :/ I was getting cold, so I went and sought out wherever in the school they hung the coats for the event. I found an alcove, and hey, there was a jacket I used to wear back in school. I must have left it there. I put it one and went for a stroll around the hallways, and out into the quad. The old quad was now a vast open plaza with mosaic surface, and a sort of bazaar going on. I suddenly noticed a wallet in the jacket breast pocket. I found lots of cash in it, in various different international bills. Thousands! Well, I guess it wasn't my wallet! I was then on a sidewalk adjoining the quad, hoping no one had seen all that cash. But someone was following me! I was torn between trying to keep the cash, and letting someone steal the jacket so I didn't get blamed for it.
Had a dream the other night about being part of time travelers sent by a group of aliens. I could see past me's doing things, but I couldn't interact with them. As in I was physically unable to because we were in some sort of time bubble. What exactly we were trying to change, I'm not sure, but it was something the aliens wanted for the betterment of mankind. The aliens provided us with the time travel device, but it was up to us to complete the mission and we were on a strict um...timeline.
Out of body experience? I half-woke and sat up to see what time it was (the clock is on my wife's side of the bed) and realized I was standing across the room watching myself.
Popping into my head as I woke up: "Briars in the Priory" - an ABC movie of the week mystery, starring Lisa Kudrow as Sister Rose, a nun turned detective. There's no explanation for my brain.
Sure there's an explanation.....pure unadulterated GENIUS! So much genius that you your waking moments can't contain it - thus it spills out into your unconscious/subconscious mental state.
I was at my old house in southern Maryland with my sister. We were cleaning out the shed in the back yard. Just like in real life, the shed had two floors. The bottom was all empty and we kept finding more and more stuff in the upper part. Boxes of nails, bags of fabric, pillows, a big toolbox, random debris . . . the more stuff I handed down to my sister, the more stuff I kept finding. And I was standing on a rickety aluminum step ladder to get up to the second level. In real life there was a permanent wooden ladder going up there and I never stored anything in that space.
Last night dreamt I was walking out from work, talking to someone as I went . . . I think a Navy Captain who was also an old woman? Anyway, we went through several sets of doors and were almost outside when I realized I'd left all my stuff at my desk. Backpack, jacket, etc. Very short dream, though, or at least what I remember of it was very short.
Sitting in a corner cubicle in an office, doing some kind of file search. I can hear everyone else in the office area having a conversation. So I roll my chair over out of the cubicle to say something pertinent to the conversation - just as everyone goes back to work, and the boss pointedly closes her office door. I got confidence issues. :/
I was,,, somewhere, like a park or something. And there was BBQ, beers, people just hanging out (remember how we could do that before Covid?) and someone gave me a ukulele. I couldn't play worth shit, so I turned and said "Here take it, you play it way better than I do", and gave it to this girl. Yes, I know, it's fucking weird as hell.
I dreamed I was at work, and yet I was late for work. I had to leave work, to get to work on time. But my car was at home, so I had to go home from work to get my car, so I could get to work on time. But it was raining. So the office had rain kits - a bin full of plastic bags to wrap your notebooks in, and new shrink-wrapped umbrellas. Even so, I tried to find somebody at work who would drive me home to get my car so I could get to work on time. Possibly set in the same universe, those of us in the office suddenly discovered a sliding panel in a wall that revealed a hidden lair where the bosses could plan world domination. AHA!! We knew it!! The lair contained only a king-sized bed, a world map, and a Glock.
are your dreams directed by Christopher Nolan? "only a king-sized bed, a world map, and a Glock" or as I like to call it Tuesday. - or my wedding day, take your pick.
