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Saxywildcat
Member
05-30-2005
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 10:53 am
There is this one dream I have every once in a while. It's not exactly the same everytime, but very similar. And I've even had this dream since being finished with school! lol Anywho, I'll be dreaming about a semester of college. It will be the end of the semester and I will not have gone to one particular class since like the first 3 or 4 times. I'm sitting here thinking, "Oh sh*t! I've gotta take this final!! How am I going to pass? What about all the homework I've probably missed?" In one dream, the most recent, I checked my schedule online and the prof had dropped me from the class. Boy did that relieve me. In another dream, I think it was probably a math class, I was sooooo behind in the homework and I kept saying, I gotta finish this before the end of the semester (when it was all due). I never actually dream long enough to see what the final deal would be if I actually tried to go to the class and take the final.. LOL Yeah, I know, I'm weird.
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Spygirl
Board Administrator
04-23-2001
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 11:04 am
There are many dreams that have blurred the line of reality for me, but the one that was the absolute most disconcerting happened in college. My parents have a couple who have been friends of theirs for years. The wife was friends with my mom and the husband worked with my dad for a long time. I remember when they got married when I was a kid, and I remember when their first (of 5!) kiddos was born. I babysat for them many times and looked to their relationship for how I might like to have a relationship later in life. I dreamed (it seems!) that he had an affair and they were separating and she had filed for divorce. I was infinitely disappointed in him and saddened that their seemingly loving marriage could go so wrong. For at least 2 years, I believed this couple had divorced, and since I didn't live in the same city with all of them (and my family) anymore, I was relatively disconnected from the day-to-day interaction. One day when talking with my mom, the couple came up in conversation and I asked how she was doing. Through that, my mom was horrified to hear what I thought and said that it was absolutely not true. I was so confused and it took a very long time for me to put together that I had actually had a dream it happened and believed it to be true. They were at my wedding in February and their relationship was just as I remembered it from childhood. They have 5 beautiful children and have been married for nearly 20 years now. Weird!
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Ginger1218
Member
08-31-2001
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 11:14 am
When I was a little girl I dreamed that I was in a field of giant Sunflowers and they were chasing me. To this day I am extremely afraid of sunflowers. I know this sounds nuts, but I get so uncomfortable when I see them have to look away and cannot stand to be near them.
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Mocha
Member
08-12-2001
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 11:15 am
I've had dreams where I'm being attacked or something bad is happening and I can't scream for help. It comes out as a whisper and I'm fighting and fighting to get it out and I wake up. To me this says I'm still struggling for something and just not there yet.
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 12:33 pm
Mocha, I had that dream my entire childhood. I remember hiding in a closet in my dream because I knew some stranger had broken in and was going to hurt anyone he found. His footsteps would get closer and closer . . . and I was unable to move my limbs or cry out. I felt smothered for air in these dreams and always had to fight to wake up, breathing heavily when I did, as though my oxygen had been cut off. My father, who is Jewish, educated my sister and me at any early age (before we were school age) about the Holocaust, showing us a book he had that had pictures about WWII and the prisoners in the camps when they were found by the Allies. I saw pictures of planes dropping bombs; bombed cities; piles of bone-thin bodies, all naked; bodies of children in a ditch; and camp survivors when the Allies came. He was wrong to have shared that with us at that age. I had dreams (that I never shared) about airplanes flying overhead and having to run; about not having enough food; about being left behind and trying to run to catch up to our car. Later, I think after I was married, but maybe before, too, I dreamed of flying a lot--loved those dreams! (Yes, I know what Freud said about them.) I just remember distinctly having to get to the ceiling before I could fly. How plain can that be? LOL! After 9-11, I dreamed of threatening planes in the sky again. Of course, I knew what they meant; I was scared as hell everytime I looked up during the daytime and saw a plane for a while there. I sometimes now dream of losing Herc or searching for him. I don't recall all of my dreams anymore (unless I try), but I do know they vary with what is going on in my life--of course. Some have me jabbering or laughing in my sleep, Ed tells me. Most of you know that my mother died on Christmas Day. I have been having dream after dream involving her. I remember snatches of them, not the entire dreams. Two were good (peaceful and quiet and calm), one was bad (where she said and did mean things she'd never have done in RL). I know I dreamed about her again last night (I remember waking up when I put up my hand up in a stop position), but, unfortunately, I did not 'make myself remember' the actual dream. So for now, I only recall that I had a dream of her again. I am almost desperate to remember these dreams because I know they help me . . . and when I can think them through, that helps me more. Thanks for this thread, Escapee.
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Tabbyking
Member
03-11-2002
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 12:42 pm
last night i had a strange dream. i was in new orleans. there hadn't been a hurricane katrina, and i didn't think in the dream that we were below sea level, but it was pouring rain and most people had to walk around waist-deep in warm river water to get to restaurants, etc. well, somehow, new orleans was near my northern california home in shingletown. and i discovered there was a kaiser clinic nearby in the new orleans part of california. so i went for an interview. i had a hat on and i had terrible hat hair. my nutso s-i-l was there and kept trying to fix my hair. the guy interviewing me was hot but busy. he kept asking about my hair. (for some reason all the gals thought your hairstyle was the most important thing, and my SIL had tried to make some fancy do out of my hat hair. i could tell the guy really wanted me just to have clean and neat hair, not some beehive or fancy style). when i went out for a break i heard people talking about getting postcards from michael. i guess he was on a vacation somewhere. then i waded across the warm river and sat in a chair that was knee deep in water and had some drinks and snacks. we were watching the super bowl or it was new years or something. i remember having to go across the river to make my cell phone work to call some friends in central california. as i walked across the river, i remembered i was in the middle of an interview, so i raced back to the kaiser clinic on foot. as i was going back in to see the boss, i heard people whispering and crying that michael had died. the dream went on and on and i tried to force myself to stay in it, to see if i got the job or not. okay, everyone, analyze that!
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Mak1
Member
08-12-2002
| Sunday, January 08, 2006 - 1:26 pm
When I have complicated dreams like that, Tabby, I wake up feeling tired! I can't analyze it, but it's fascinating. Do you know who Michael is?
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Bandit
Member
07-29-2001
| Monday, January 09, 2006 - 10:32 am
Can anyone else "manuever" their dreams? This happened more when I was a kid then it does now. I used to be able to tell myself (in the dream) that it WAS just a dream, and I would do something that I wouldn't do in RL because it was a dream. For instance, I remember I was dreaming I was shopping in the clothing section. All of a sudden I felt really tired and I wanted to take a nap. I ended up taking a nap right there in the racks of clothes. I only did it because I "knew" it was a dream, and nothing would really happen as a result.
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Monday, January 09, 2006 - 10:39 am
Bandit: Like fly or force yourself to wake up because you knew you were dreaming? Or start doing something totally unrealistic, then in your dream, pinch yourself and when it doesn't hurt say "oh good I am dreaming". Oh yeah, I can still do that.
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Tabbyking
Member
03-11-2002
| Monday, January 09, 2006 - 10:39 am
i used to be able to 'direct' them more, but i sure couldn't the other night when i wanted to see if i got the job! mak, my son's bio father is a michael, but i don't think this was someone i really knew. for some reason, i knew the michael in the dream was gay and everyone's good friend. he seemed to travel a lot and always sent postcards and brought gifts back to his co-workers. and i picked all this up just from them commenting in the dream that michael was on vacation! i pictured him as dark and handsome like i think rupert everette is! what was really funny is that we were half under water and it was just kind of a normal day for them, a slight annoyance like rain in seattle i remember the bar where we celebrated whatever it was we were celebrating, and everyone was on barstools or at little tables and waist deep in warm water and it was no biggie. i also knew the cell phone didn't work well in that location, so i forded a stream to get to somewhere where it could get a clear signal. +++++++++++++++++++++++ the dream i described earlier about having the quads and dropping them all over the place must have meant i had too much to juggle in my life at the time! that's my guess. and that maybe some plans of mine were in 'their infancy'.
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Jimmer
Member
08-30-2000
| Monday, January 09, 2006 - 12:19 pm
I have what I would call a scary example of how I directed a dream/nightmare many years ago when I was younger. I had a nightmare that I was dangling over a ledge holding on only with my hands. It was a tall building and I was at least thirty floors up. I looked down and saw the people and the traffic moving far below me. I didn’t know how I got there and I was rapidly losing strength and couldn’t pull myself back up. I was getting more and more desperate and then suddenly the thought came to me that I couldn’t possibly be there and that it must be a bad dream. I figured that the quickest way for me to end it was to simply let go. So I let go of the ledge and I fell. It was a terrible feeling and my stomach felt like it was shooting up through my head. This went on for a few seconds and then I woke up in my bed, still with a sinking feeling in my stomach. I told my parents about it the next morning. I was kind of laughing about it and proud of myself for how I handled it but my Dad was pretty horrified and suggested that it might not have been a good idea to let go like I did.
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Irishtxgrl
Member
12-07-2005
| Monday, January 09, 2006 - 1:01 pm
I dreamed my ex husband just kept apologizing to me last night...he he he ohhh and the best part was I was soooo goergous...ha ha ha
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Tabbyking
Member
03-11-2002
| Tuesday, January 10, 2006 - 12:49 am
well, hello, irish, wake up tabby!!! your dream made me think of another michael i knew. how the hell could i forget that my first husband (a murderer) was really named michael?!! i was married to a "ted", but that's because he took a dead man's name. his real name was michael. wouldn't mind if he were dead at all... but i know the michael in my dream was a sweet, well-liked person. my rupert 
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Tuesday, January 10, 2006 - 9:17 am
Whoa, Tabby........that's crazy.
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Biloxibelle
Member
12-21-2001
| Wednesday, January 11, 2006 - 6:34 am
This is a fun thread. I read it the other night then last night I had a doozy of a dream that involved TVCH and Mocha. I was at TVCH meet and it was to be formal. Of course I didn't know it was formal and had nothing to wear. Suddenly this beautiful dark brown cape appeared and was hanging on my closet door. It was gorgeous it buttoned at the side of my neck and hung perfectly. Then somehow I knew there would be matching gloves in my drawer. Again gorgeous. A light brown suede and as soft as butter. I was at the meet and Mocha was there and she had made these feather plumes and they were on a stick. Kinda like those things you clean ceiling fans with, but these were to wear or least that's what I thought. Everyone was so excited about them. I knew they matched my outfit perfectly but I had no idea where I suppose to wear it. The only place I could up with was I suppose to put stick down my waist band then the feather plume would just kind of ride up the front of my outfit. I turned my back to the crowd to do this. Then just as I turned around I woke up. Maybe it's a good thing I woke up before I ended up wearing a feather duster to a TVCH meet.
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Serate
Member
08-21-2001
| Thursday, January 12, 2006 - 9:05 am
I had a freaky dream last night. My cat Eddie was in the water and I was up on a high cliff. I couldn't figure out how to save him. I kept seeing his mouth move as he was trying to stay afloat. I called everybody but nobody could help or their boats or ropes were broken. I kept screaming "Eddie I love you Eddie I love you" as I tried to make my way down the cliff. It kept getting harder to climb down and I couldn't breath, it felt like there was a rope or strap on my chest that was keeping me from climbing down. Branches were hitting my face and cheek but they didn't hurt for some reason. I finally got to Eddie, pulled him out of the water and hugged him to me. He wasn't wet and his mouth was still moving but this time I heard him say "I couldn't save Sam's son, I couldn't save Sam's son" over and over, then he snuggled into my arms and started purring but the branches were still hitting my face softly and I had the rope or strap across my chest and I was having a hard time breathing. Then Eddie started crying and his tears were hitting my face and he was still saying "I couldn't save Sam's son" over and over. Then an earthquake started and I heard my husband say "It's ok, Sam's ok". Then I woke up. My husband was shaking me and telling to wake me up [the earthquake?], Eddie was laying on my chest purring [14 1/4lbs of cat on my chest could be the rope or strap and the hardness to breath?], Zippy was laying on my pillow with his paws batting at my face [the branches I felt?], and I was crying big time [Eddie's crying and his tears on my face?]. But I can't explain the "I can't save Sam's son" that Eddie was repeating over and over. I called my Aunt Sally and my Uncle Sam is doing fine, and both of their daughters and their husbands. I called my husband's niece Sam and everything is doing ok with them. And I guess my dream upset my husband enough that he called our landlord - whose name is Sam - and he's doing ok and his son, and both of his son-in-laws. But 6 hours later I'm still shaking from the dream because it was so real, and Eddie will NOT leave my side. I know it's stupid but I keep racking my brain for all the Sam's I know - whether they have sons or not - but can't think of anymore.
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Escapee
Member
06-15-2004
| Thursday, January 12, 2006 - 9:27 am
That is a crazy dream. I had an interesting one last night. I dreamt that I was going out for a night on the town. I got all dolled up, got in my car and left. I drove over to a friends house where she was having a party, but only my DH and a couple of his old buddies were there. But, the interesting part, was one of his buddies, who I don't have any romantic interest or attraction to was sitting there with me, and I remember it was getting late, so I decided I was going to stay the night. So I pulled out the hide-away bed, and his friend asked if he could sleep at the other end of it. I said sure, no problem, innocent enough, then his friend said, "won't your boyfriend get mad." and I replied, out loud, cause DH heard me and it woke him up, "he might be my husband, but he certainly is NOT my boyfriend." I laughed about it.
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Friday, January 13, 2006 - 9:46 pm
Serate, when I read the line Eddie was saying in your dream, it occurred to me you might have been thinking of the name Samson. Not sure if that helps or not.
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Saturday, January 14, 2006 - 12:02 am
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Serate
Member
08-21-2001
| Saturday, January 14, 2006 - 8:20 am
HP I don't think I know any Samsons? But I'll rack my brain. I never thought of Samson. Thanks! [I've had another version of the same dream last night.]
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Mak1
Member
08-12-2002
| Saturday, January 14, 2006 - 9:26 am
LOL, Escapee!! I hope your dh could laugh, too. I love this thread. Has anyone ever had a night where it seems like a dream keeps replaying over and over again for hours? I think when it has happened to me it's when I'm trying to learn something new. When I wake up after a night like that, I don't feel rested.
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Herckleperckle
Member
11-20-2003
| Monday, January 16, 2006 - 1:45 am
Can't recall that happening, Mak. But maybe it's been too long since I tackled something I had to learn! I had another dream about my mom last night. It sounds sadly pathetic in the re-telling, but I didn't have the sense of that during the dream. Here goes: I dreamed I 'found' my recently deceased mom working behind a cosmetics counter in some department store. I had a fight on my hands to get her to leave, as she stubbornly wanted to be there. I got her to leave, though, by pointing out she needed to share whatever happened with her docs so they could help others whom they mistakenly had declared dead. (Weird, huh?) She thought for a moment and then agreed that was a good idea. In a conversation as we walked to my car, she mentioned to me that she could hear the dirt being piled on top of her coffin. No discussion of how she got out, though. (Now that freaks me out a little, but didn't in the dream.) The next part disturbed me. For some reason, I deposited her in my car and then went back out for something on foot. When it was time for me to return to the car, I couldn't find it. I was still retracing my steps (again and again) in the dream when I awakened--without having found the car--or her--again. I always dream in color, and this was quite a vivid dream. I can remember the parking lot, the walking paths to the various parking areas, etc. In one section, I was on a skateboard, zooming here and there to try to speed up my search. (No, I can't skateboard at all in RL.)
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Newman
Member
09-25-2004
| Monday, January 16, 2006 - 12:31 pm
Wow, interesting thread. Just read the first post. Saxy, I've had similar dreams to that one. I call them school anxiety dreams. I bet they're quite common. And they intertwine with daydreaming in class, and really missing important stuff (maybe), and the anxiety that causes. Plus there's test anxiety, fear of failure, fear of success too. ONce in my 30s I kept a dream journal. Me and two buds met at a Denny's to talk about our dreams. Mine seemed mostly negative and fearful. Now, I can't seem to remember mine. I know I must dream but I have no memory of it when I wake up.
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Holly
Member
06-19-2005
| Monday, January 16, 2006 - 2:32 pm
I'm the same Newman. I used to have the most vivid dreams but lately, I seldom remember them at all. But last night I had a doozie...but I don't think I can tell it on here ;) It was quite disgusting and involved Eddie Van Halen, lol.
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Denecee
Member
09-05-2002
| Monday, January 16, 2006 - 2:52 pm
I'll have to try and remember my next dream. I dream just about every night/morning. I wake up trembling quite a bit, like I'm scared. I often wake up thinking somebody is in the room with my DH and I. My grandson, Joey, who is only going to be one this Saturday, has night terrors at least 3 times a week. Poor little guy, after he falls asleep, I try to remember to go in and say a little prayer over him. Anyway, thanks for sharing your dreams or nightmares.
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