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I started logging my dreams sometime in May, since I got a third pillow to put on my face and started sleeping better. Its easier to see patterns when I write them down. For instance, I found I dreamt a lot about my childhood home.
Anyway, Ill add more dream entires when I find the cards where I jotted down all my notes. For now, Ill try describe what I can remember of the dream I had this morning, because it felt like Ive had it before. Or maybe it was just a Twilight Zone episode.
August 21, 2007
I was outside on the residential court outside of my friends' old house. We couldve been playing basketball at some point, but I was alone. I walk up to a car, and stared at my reflection in the window. Suddenly, a crack of electricity buzzed around me, and I was in another neighborhood. The street was long, and the only car on the road was the one I had been next to. I shouldve been alarmed, but I wasnt.
My friend came out of nowhere, asking me what I was doing here; he looked worried. I looked down and see a woman gardening, with a forced smile on her face. The air seemed tense. My friend pulled me inside their house, and tried to explain that I shouldnt be here. I looked around the kitchen: island in the middle, white floors, square-tiled countertops, glass walls; it was a clean, good-looking kitchen.
My eyes flew over to the kitchen door; outside, I could see a teen girl standing in front of the woman who had been gardening, as well as an army personnel officer. They all had looks of menace on their faces. The girl pointed at me, and shouted something (no shoes? no chews? nose hues? something like that). I bolted upstairs.
However, at this moment, I was like a third-party observer: I saw myself run upstairs, and I saw the people outside chase me up there. After a while, they came back downstairs.
Back to a first-person view, I somehow escaped detection by hiding under someone's bed. As I crawled out from under, my friend and the girl appeared again, this time on friendlier terms. She explained that whatever she shouted had been a code, that she was trying to throw off the people searching for me.
And then I woke up, 'cuz my cell phone was ringing.
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Canada7170 Posts
I find that in the dream I always have a first person view, but when remembering them, I have a third person view.
Anyway, the dream means you will have seven years of bad sex.
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Dreams are weird things. I know I'm not the only one who has had one that predicts an event, and then experienced said event.
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United States24665 Posts
I rarely dream anymore; it's been true since long before I became an 'adult.' If you dream a lot and some of them are meaningful then evaluating your dreams might be useful. In my case when I do occasionally dream it is of no consequence and I ignore it, and usually forget about it in due course.
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On August 22 2007 07:16 mikeymoo wrote:
I find that in the dream I always have a first person view, but when remembering them, I have a third person view.
Anyway, the dream means you will have seven years of bad sex.
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Im digging some up through my AIM logs:
April 7, 2007
(11:51:07 AM): dude, i just woke up from two exhausting dreams.. slept right through my alarm. first one, i was running for my life from cops that went postal, jumping all over the place and climbing up and down buildings..
(11:51:46 AM): and second one, im playing soccer on a huge field with some friends, and im chasing the ball like crazy cuz some ppl made some funny kicks that went short but its always just short of where i am, but im sprinting like mad..
(11:52:10 AM): and now its nearly noon, im hungry, my legs are tired, but i need to run a few miles to get ready for fencing..
Some more notes:
- On the first dream, the cops that shot the place up were dressed up as mail men. Because I saw them and knew that they werent really mail men, they went after me. I tried to hide in a hole next to a mountain, but some rustling in the bushes scared me away. The end of that dream had me on a rooftop overlooking my high school soccer field.
- For the second dream, whenever I chased after the ball, I could never quite reach it; the closer I got, the more I ran in slow-motion.
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This one speaks for itself. Well, it better. Youll see some minor edits in [brackets].
March 3, 2007
(7:04:58 PM): oh, and i had another one of those dreams again..
(7:05:02 PM): you and [Alice] were in it..
(7:05:17 PM): it was after midnight.. close to 2am actually..
(7:05:31 PM): and we were hanging out in the living room of my old apartment from across [my middle school]
(7:05:35 PM): youve never been there..
(7:05:56 PM): anyway, you two get up to leave, and we're being quiet cuz my mom is asleep..
(7:06:16 PM): and we're talking and whatnot, and you ask me when im going back down..
(7:06:34 PM): at this point, its clear that this was my spring break..
(7:06:43 PM): and for some reason, my spring break was only two days long!
(7:06:55 PM): haha.. i think i told you another dream similar to a 2 day break..
(7:07:04 PM): except in that dream i never left irvine, and i was sad..
(7:07:14 PM): anyway, so its 2am and i have to leave the next morning..
(7:07:21 PM): and now we're discussing how i should get back..
(7:07:30 PM): you told me to leave my car here and just take a bus back..
(7:07:39 PM): you said just get to san jose and then go straight down..
(7:07:46 PM): and at this point, i was considering it..
(7:08:04 PM): and then for some reason people started coming..!
(7:08:16 PM): not like strangers, but apparently theyre friends of my family or something..
(7:08:32 PM): but i keep thinking about getting back, and im like, no, i should just drive back in the morning..
(7:08:38 PM): and then i said no! ill leave right now
(7:08:56 PM): but you tried to talk me out of it, saying i should just take a bus back down, since i dont use the car that much anyway..
(7:09:03 PM): and i was like yeah, you make a good point..
(7:09:21 PM): and now my mom's up, and apparently theres a festival of some sort going on, cuz shes cooking all this stuff..
(7:09:34 PM): and now im in the kitchen, and theres like three stoves, and all of them are on..
(7:09:44 PM): and somebody is trying to microwave some poptarts with the foil inside..!
(7:10:00 PM): so i had to remove that and turn down the fire on some of these stoves cuz there were way too many on..
(7:10:20 PM): and for some reason, i keep thinking of uncle phil from fresh prince of bel-air..
(7:10:33 PM): possibly because there was a big round guy near our kitchenway..
(7:10:42 PM): and thats about when i woke up..
(7:10:49 PM): haha.. that was kinda pointless..
(7:11:27 PM): lol
(7:11:38 PM): yeah.. but im thinking all these recent dreams are telling me something..
(7:11:50 PM): like a lot of them are set in near my old apartment from across wood..
(7:12:08 PM): and that was the second dream where i had a short weekend to go home..
(7:12:36 PM): also, i had another dream this morning..
(7:12:50 PM): this time, it was set in a house kinda like [George's] long boarding house thing..
(7:13:04 PM): i forgot most of the basics already, but two girls from my dance class were in it..
(7:13:21 PM): and basically they didnt want to do something, like listen to a cd or something..
(7:13:26 PM): and i was like theres no harm in that..
(7:13:39 PM): so they listened to the cd, and suddenly they were brainwashed..
(7:14:01 PM): and i was kinda pissed because i wanted them, but now this guy who looks like the older brother from seventh heaven is luring them away..
(7:14:39 PM): and for some reason, i start seeing a map, and there was some weird u-turns and curves, and i was trying to interpret that when i woke up..
(7:15:54 PM): i think i had to drive those directions to un-brainwash them or something..
(7:17:15 PM): it was very confusing, and i didnt bother to write that one down..
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My friend was mobile, so I kept it to one text:
February 20, 2007
(3:34:40 PM): dude i had a dream where me and [David] are playing 2v2 pickup games against two nba players. i dont know how but we won the first game, but then the second and deciding game i screwed up hella bad missing a lot of shots and throwing wild lay ups that bounced all over the place. and then later we're doing chemistry homework, and im trying to see what page hes on but i was being stubborn and didnt ask so i kept trying to see out of the corner of my eye and i woke up drooling under my pillow.
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This was logged on January 26, 2007, but the dreams I described covered that week, so hopefully it should be easy enough to follow.
(8:07:12 PM): i had a lot of dreams recently..
(8:07:31 PM): but i mean right before waking up..
(8:07:49 PM): here.. i jot down some notes on a few..
January 22, 2007
(8:08:09 PM): this was monday morning, cuz i remember convincing myself not to go to lectures that morning for sleep..
(8:08:24 PM): 1. my little bro was kicking/slapping in the face and eye in our old apartment..
(8:08:32 PM): .. i got angry at some point, and woke up..
(8:08:57 PM): 2. first looked like a top-down view of a game.. the little figure i was controlling somehow died in the fog of war..
(8:09:19 PM): .. however, when he revived, i was seeing it through FPS view, and i was in this one W shaped room with a girl i like.. dont remember who..
(8:09:40 PM): 3. i think i was a teacher, with a class full of kids.. but it was at some house..
(8:10:02 PM): some kids brought knives to school, and while i tried to take it from them and hide them, this one jerk kid kept taking them and brandishing them..
(8:10:12 PM): police arrive, and now it looks like im holding them hostage..
(8:10:23 PM): so those were between 8 and 11 am..
January 24, 2007
(8:10:29 PM): then..
(8:10:39 PM): wednesday..
(8:11:09 PM): 1. my mom was driving my car down [this street] (or [another street], we're going south), with me and [my sister] in the car..
(8:11:29 PM): but she gets tired, and tucks her legs up to take a nap.. so i freak out, cuz shes driving the car..
(8:11:54 PM): we nearly hit a car, so i tell her to pull into a side street so we can switch, and nearly hit a garbage truck that was turning into the same street..
(8:12:14 PM): now this street was actually a very skinny alleyway, with some sort of repairshop/house on teh left..
(8:12:34 PM): we switch, and i try to bust a U, but theres no room, so i had to continue driving around a miniloop..
(8:12:45 PM): this loop led into the garage of the house/shop..
(8:13:05 PM): at some point, we're all back outside, with a minibike (lol), that i got out of my trunk..
(8:13:23 PM): for some reason, i thought if i hit the car switch, it would transform into my car..
(8:13:34 PM): nothing happened, so i thought it must be inside still..
(8:13:47 PM): but when we went back inside, my car was gone! wtf, so we started looking around the house..
(8:14:08 PM): i ciricled the place several times, and i couldnt find it. and for some reason, i was so worried i was a little scared..
(8:14:30 PM): i went upstairs, and looked around, and looked out a window into the alley..
(8:14:41 PM): and something happened, and a wall opened up..
(8:14:55 PM): there was some random shit from my car iin the room behind the wall..
(8:15:12 PM): furthermore, there was a hidden compartment in that roomm.. there was also a russian girl and her mom there..
(8:15:22 PM): and then i woke up.. lol
(8:15:33 PM): that was wednesday morning.. so i went back to sleep again..
(8:15:49 PM): and had a short dream.. i was playing rock paper scissors with a black kid..
(8:16:00 PM): he kept cheating, changing his hand at the last second..
(8:16:14 PM): i called him out, but he kept doign it, and i was losing 6-10..
January 25, 2007
(8:16:35 PM): and then thursday morning, i had a somewhat sad dream..
(8:16:37 PM): lol
(8:16:45 PM): at first, i thought i was in irvine..
(8:16:51 PM): [Andy] and his hot cousin was there..
(8:16:58 PM): everyone was packing to go home..
(8:17:09 PM): i was caught off guard.. everyone was going, so i started packing too..
(8:17:23 PM): and now im back in my old apartment across from [my middle school] again.. in my old room..
(8:17:44 PM): throwing random shit into my suitcase, cuz more and more ppl were going, and i was sad that they were going..
(8:18:08 PM): and for some reason, it switched back to my current apartment, and my roommate had two fans to store..
(8:18:21 PM): and then back to the old place.. i ask [Andy] how long the break is..
(8:18:35 PM): he said 2 days, and i go "2 days?  "
(8:19:06 PM): and then i tried to be funny to impress his hot cousin by saying "but it takes me a day to drive up and a day to drive back!"
(8:19:15 PM): lol.. that was funny, and i actually trailed off near the end..
(8:19:18 PM): wasnt*
(8:19:49 PM): so there i was, suitcase half=packed, everyone else gone, and i wasnt gonna drive up cuz it was only two days..
(8:19:54 PM): that was sad..
(8:20:04 PM): and there you have it.. a few dreams over the week..
(8:20:06 PM): lol
(8:20:08 PM): thanks for listening..
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Found a couple others:
July 25, 2007
I dreamt I woke up in my bed.
But there was a chicken running around my room, and rather frantically too. I got scared, and covered my eyes with my arm lest it pecks my eyes out. I felt something brushed across my arm, and then what felt like a dog's mouth chomped down on my hand and pulled me out of bed as if to lead me somewhere. It brought me to my bathroom.
The scene changed. I was telling my friend about that dream, but I couldnt remember all the details, trying to remember what order things happened. Then I was helping people paint a house. One of the walls was red, and suddenly, it came to life. It was the red lips of a bashee, and it scared the fuck out of me, so I ran to another room.
July 27, 2007
Okay, not sure about the order of the first two parts, but Im sure its AB2 (otherwise, it can be read BA2, and it wouldnt make that much a difference):
(A) For some reason, we were fighting in a war. But its not a war with guns and soldiers; the fighters are mostly civilians, and I was part of that. The landscape was a bunch of hills, so Im under the impression that this was in Europe (Scotland and Sweden springs to mind, for some reason). The only part of my briefing that I remember was to rendezvous north of the river with my friend Melissa. I didnt do much fighting, so I bolted back to our base in a cave or mountain (I remember biege/brown). When I got there, I frantically called my older brother to double-check the next meeting place. It was north of the river, and to the left. Oh, and Melissa was killed. I damned him (my dream's villain) for going too far.
(B) When I arrived, it was getting dark. There was still some light, but the sky was dark and purple. It was the old apartment complex I lived in as a kid; two-story apartments loomed over me on either side. I hurried to the back to where the pool was, where I met up with a few other civilian-soldiers. The enemy was approaching, so some girl and I was told to bring an ice chest to the top and dump it on the advancing troops. The two of us struggled onto the roof, and I popped the chest open. There was a lot of ice. I tipped it over and let the ice empty onto the people below, and then chucked the ice chest over as well. I looked down and saw a few people knocked over and under by the ice. Their commander looked like Mello, from Death Note. I went back down to face them with the others. Our sunken line wont last against them.
(2) I had made a run for it with my friend Raquel as wanted fugitives. We were in a sandy forest, hiding out in a temple. I get the idea that we're in the Southern Hemisphere, not exactly Brazil, maybe Africa, likely Austrailia. Someone gave out a cry: we've been found! Raquel and I ran down some large stone steps and bolted into the temple, where we hid in a closet. At this point, I started boning her from behind and grabbing her. She was trying to stay quiet, but it started to get hot. Suddenly, we both stopped dead: someone was right outside. The door open, and there stood a security guard. We had alias, but the guard recognized me as a missing person. "Hey, arent you Henry -?" I nodded, not wanting to give myself away. He showed me an old photograph of me. Then a piece of paper with my signature, which I explained. "See, the line on the H goes straight through the E to the R." He made a call.
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August 23, 2007
I was heading north on the freeway, and I had to make my way to the 215 freeway to go west. I forgot why I was going there. As Im driving, I kept looking to my right for the signs, and several times I passed signs for the 213 highway, thinking they were 215. I thought to myself how annoying that was. I found the 215 and took that exit. It didnt merge; instead, it led me onto a street, so I stopped for gas. But I didnt get gas; there was a clothing store just a quick walk away, so I parked my car and walked towards it. As I approach it, I could see three men, looking haggardly around and peering into the store. I didnt want to meet their eyes, so I hurried in and sawy three guys standing around. One worked there, and apparently the other two were hiding from the men outside. I look around the store for a shirt, and found this soccer style shirt I liked (blue and white vertical stripes on the shirt, solid white on the sleeves, velcro pouch on the chest). I thought I could wear this shirt to the gym. I checked the price tag, and saw it was only $6.93; Im gonna buy it. But I look out the window, and I see my car trunk is wide open. Oh shit. I ran out, and see all my luggage and pots and pans thrown all over the place. The three men that were outside earlier were now throwing my stuff back into my trunk. Realizing someone broke into my trunk, I circled my car (dunno why) and saw a fire burning in one of the pots. After everything on the ground was in the trunk (I didnt bother to see what was missing), I tried to close the trunk, but it was broken. My friend came out of nowhere, and tried to help be close it gently, but I refused and kept on slamming it. He insisted, and gently stuck the trunk down. Then I turned to the three men and thanked them profusely. They wanted me to help pay for their gas, but I didnt want to. Eventually, I offered $15-20 in gas, but I still didnt want to.
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August 28, 2007
I think I was home. All I remember was that I was trying to decide whether to go back (where, I dont know) labor day weekend, or just wait another week when classes would end.
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I logged my dreams for like 2 days. I remember like 8 dreams a night, so it was far too tedious, and would be hard to see a pattern with so many. Plus, if the FBI ever got a hold of my dream log, I'd probably be detained. Also most of my dreams I don't want to remember.
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On August 22 2007 10:32 Pressure wrote:Show nested quote +On August 22 2007 07:16 mikeymoo wrote:
I find that in the dream I always have a first person view, but when remembering them, I have a third person view.
Anyway, the dream means you will have seven years of bad sex.
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September 1, 2007
I was sitting somewhere near a windowed wall and a cubicle wall. Apparently, I was supervising high school studies as they worked amongst the cubicles in a law firm. I remember trying to proofread some copies.
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September 10, 2007
ZOMBIES!
It started out innocently enough. I was the character Bart Simpson, and Lisa somehow acquired the ability to do good deeds on a whim (her right eye became very dialated). To test out her power, she wished for a shoot star. We look out the window of my old apartment, and see something streak against the black sky. That streak turned into a burning green, and as it trailed off to the left, we felt the ground rock and a loud explosion.
We ran outside and down the street towards it, people doing the same. However, this didnt feel right to me. It felt like this has happened before.
*brb i got a final to take; ill finish this when i get back*
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I wish I had dreams more often or at least remember whatever I was dreaming about 
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