The other day I dreamed I had three pet spiders. Two of them ran under a building where I couldn’t find them, but one of them stayed with me. Then we went into a special store where you take your pet spider to buy pajamas, and got matching food-inspired super hero pajamas.
Then, last night, I dreamed I was talking to my mom. She was in her wheelchair, dressed in bright colors, and looked like she had recently gotten a hair cut. She looked very nice. She asked me to tell her what I had dreamed about the night before.
I told her I couldn’t remember, so she said, “Then tell me the last dream you can remember,” so I told her about the spider dream. She was amused, and smiled in her demure way.
She said something like, “Oh, that’s nice,” and then I woke up. 1 day ago
1. I was on my way to assassinate an alien overlord. He was staying in a swanky hotel, on one of the top floors, and I was looking for the room number. When some guards asked me where I was going, I told them I was a prostitute, and they left me alone.
2. Some yahoo let my two tiny chihuahuas loose. I was very angry, but didn’t stick around to yell about it, because I had to go find them. They were off in the woods. They had walked through a space-time anomaly, and now there were two versions of each of them. I could only keep one version, so I tried to choose what I believed to the be latest one, which seemed more in sync with the current time line.
The alternate versions of my dogs told me, through telepathy, what they believed their destinies should be. Alternate Rose (Stinko) was a wild animal, and needed to live out her days in the woods, hunting mice and living on the fat of the land.
Buttercup (Teeny Queenie) was a little more complicated. She told me that her true form was a gummy bear (well, gummy dog). I gathered some gummy bears in the woods, and went to a kiosk to have a gummy suit custom fit to her. Then she would be let loose in an alternate universe, where the suit would become part of her, and she would live out her days as a gummy dog. (This was the kiosk where you had gummy items made, and accessed alternate universes)
Someone told me not to do it, because she would just get eaten, and it would make me sad. But, I had surprised her by putting wings on the suit, so that she could fly away from danger. 2 weeks ago
I had a very long and convoluted dream, two nights ago, but I will just share a couple of highlights.
1. I visited with my dad (with whom I am not on speaking terms). He brought me a bouquet of clovers, and I cried, because I felt that he had paid attention to something important to me for the first time in my life. (You may notice, clovers are kind of a thing for me.)
2. I became angry, and turned into a demon. I crawled up a wall, but then I fell, and fell and fell into a lake of fire. My legs were burning. I woke up, and realized I was experiencing a burning sensation from having scraped them up falling on the steps, earlier.
These dream sequences, and a couple others that made less sense, were connected by a plot about a children’s book that I was trying to get published. 3 weeks ago
My sister and her husband live in the house where I grew up, so many of my dreams take place there.
I was at her house, present day. I was in the computer/game/books/geek room, which used to be a bedroom. I pulled back a curtain, and there was a mirror, but it was covered in very large spiders. I put the curtain back, but one of the spiders got out and chased me to the room that used to be my bedroom, and hid in my bed. So, I just said, “enough of this,” and went into the back yard.
My sister showed me an oak tree in the yard, and said it was her favorite tree, but that she wished it wasn’t so close to the steps. She thought maybe if she cut it down, and stuck it in the ground somewhere else, it might grow new roots, but she wasn’t sure.
She went inside, and I decided I would surprise her by cutting it down and moving it, myself. Once I cut the tree down (singlehandedly), I was able to pick it up and move it with ease. I moved it to another part of the yard, but there was a sink hole, and the tree started falling in. I kept trying to move it, but the sink hole was consuming the whole yard. Even more concerning was the realization that the tree was now going to die. All I could think about was how upset and betrayed my sister would feel when she saw that I had cut down her tree. 1 month ago
1. Art: I was in a college art class called, “Refurbished Humans”, where we used real dead bodies in art installments. The bodies had been legally donated to the art department according to the wills of the deceased.
2. Husk: I went to something like a cross between a food festival, the Renaissance Fair, and Dragon Con (a huge geek convention in Atlanta). We were staying in a fancy hotel for the occasion. Mr. Clover had shed his skin like a snake, leaving a statue-like husk behind in the hotel room that looked exactly like him. He had dressed it up like Bilbo Baggins, as a joke. In his fresh skin, his hair had turned from salt-and-pepper to completely white. I put on a floral sun dress, and we were going to go to go out and seek refreshments.
3. Cashew: I have had multiple dreams in which I have accidentally taken, eaten, or in some way damaged someone else’s cashew. The dreams are, overall, nonsensical and hard to explain. But, the central point is that there is an important cashew that must be replaced, and I am responsible. 1 month ago
Last night, I dreamed we got a little tuxedo cat, and named him Sauron, because we were joking that cats are evil. But he was actually very sweet. I was both sad and relieved when I woke up, because I liked my cat, but in reality, I know I can’t deal with a fourth pet.
I had a very weird dream the night before last that I had been having an affair with someone I am definitely not attracted to in real life. But I only just realized that this affair had been going on at the beginning for the dream, and I was thinking I needed to break it off and explain what happened to Mr. Clover. I couldn’t see how he could possibly understand the situation, so I was upset. 1 month ago
I was on a space ship with some friends. One of the people on the ship was a pregnant woman. There was also an orphaned baby on board. We flew through an anomaly that would cause us all to grow larger and stronger. We all grew very tall and became gigantic versions of ourselves. I gained super strength. The baby became a huge baby, bigger than any of us. The pregnant woman became huge, and instead of the baby inside her becoming huge as well, it multiplied into a dozen averaged sized babies. 1 month ago
I was in my car, and my aunt Charlotte peered into my car from the outside and told me that she was doing fine. She was like she was before she had lung cancer and COPD. Younger. Healthier.
Then I saw another car. My grandmother, who I’ll note, never learned how to operate a motor vehicle, was behind the wheel. She smiled and waved at me. She also said that she was doing fine. In the car with her was one of my clients from my previous job, Jeanne. She waved hello, and smiled, but did not speak. 1 month ago
Here it is:
The Life Cycle of a Bangle (not to be confused with Bengal) Tiger:
Birth: It is born from thin air, in the pupa stage of a ladybug, and then turns into a full grown ladybug.
Adolescence: It morphs from a ladybug, straight into a baby chicken. It then grows into a full grown chicken.
Adulthood: From a chicken, it turns into a tiger cub, and then into a tiger.
Death: At the time of it’s death, it becomes a bear, or some kind of owl-bear-ghost, or something.
And that is the life cycle of a Bangle Tiger.
Also, I had a job to bring a “baby tiger” (aka a ladybug) to a garden party for a fundraiser, and while I was there, someone stepped on it and killed it. I was upset, because I was responsible for the death of a highly endangered species. (So endangered, in fact, that they have never actually existed.) I felt better when someone informed me that Bangle Tigers never actually die. They just turn into immortal, sentient, ghost-tiger-owl-bear creature things that roam the mountains, occasionally coming down to eat people. 2 months ago
We had bought a “premium package” at the funeral home when my mom died, that allowed us to bring her back to life once a year, for two days at a time, under the stipulation that it was a holiday or special event specified in the package. (A list was provided.)
We had just been to my sister’s college graduation, and we were waiting in line for lunch at some cafeteria type place. There was a sign that elderly and disabled people could go to the front of the line. My mom had been reverted to a younger version of herself, before being in a wheelchair, but still walking with a limp (as she always had). She went up to the front of the line, but someone complained.
This woman looked at me and said, “She doesn’t look elderly or disabled to me!”
To which I replied, “Um, well she’s dead. That’s about as bad as it gets!”
Then people started accusing her of being a zombie, and a riot broke out. 2 months ago
1. My sister had a baby girl and named her “White” (because she was a white baby). She insisted on dressing the baby as a mermaid all the time. I told my sister about this dream, and she said “At least the baby wasn’t purple”. (But then she could have named her violet!)
2. I was trying to sing a song for an audience, but I didn’t know the song very well, so I was reading it from a piece of paper. But the notes were written on one page, and the words on another, so it was very confusing.
3. I had very long hair. (I do not have very long hair.)
4. I was in a potato sack race with a woman who kept cheating. She kept saying that she’d been around this track several times, and that I had only been around it once. I was getting angry. In the end, she won by telling the judge that I was cheating, and that she had gone around the track five times. (But she hadn’t.) Outrage! In keeping with recent themes, the potato sacks were actually cloth mermaid tails. 3 months ago
It as one of those dreams that make me wonder what is wrong with me. Oddly, not a nightmare. Lots of plot.
My sister, husband, one dog, and me visit a sweet woman for a weekend in her big, creepy mansion. She wants us to play a game with her in which she is a doctor, and we are her patients at a hospital. We comply, but we are feeling weird about it. My sister and I are playing with special effects make-up, to look the part. Mr. Clover is snooping around the house. He calls me over to look at something: her previous “patients”, who are all dead, and have been partially eaten.
There’s a long story arc in which we discover that this women is basically good, but doesn’t know that it is wrong to kill and eat people. Also, she has a pet dragon. It’s a baby dragon, and she’s been preparing human meat for it to eat, in order to transform into an adult dragon. Until that time, she has complete control over the dragon. But also, she’s been eating some of the meat, just because it was there.
After much deliberation, she ends up feeding the dragon and allowing him to make his transformation. We also convince her to leave with the dragon, because we just don’t really want her around. She also goes through a similar transformation, in which she becomes some kind of beautiful dark sorceress (I think I’m channeling the Maleficent trailers here) before laughing manically and riding away on her dragon.
This dream would make a terrible movie. 3 months ago
1. Mr. Clover and I had animetronic dolls that we were fighting like pokemon. I had a Batgirl doll, and he had a Dan Quayle doll.
2. Some toys that were secretly alive were about to be destroyed. They had all accepted their fate, except for a cowardly Care Bear who was making it worse for everyone by screaming and crying. He finally tricked an innocent teddy bear you into taking his place while he ran away. Everyone thought he was a poor excuse for a Care Bear. 3 months ago
Some friends of mine rented a time machine from a local university, and we all went on a little trip together. I met a very young Judy Garland, who was weeping, because her agents were making her lose weight in preparation for an Andy Hardy movie. She was hungry, exhausted, and felt ugly.
I told her she should quit show business, and that it would be okay for her to do so, regardless of what any adults said. I also told her that she was beautiful, and didn’t need to lose weight, or be famous to have value. My friends got mad at me, because I was convincing her to quit before the making of The Wizard of Oz, and they were telling me what a masterpiece this was, and how the ends justified the means. But, I was angry, and said, “Look, she’s going to die very young if she doesn’t quit now. Look what they’re doing to her!” 4 months ago
Aliens had taken over the world, destroyed our technology, and killed a lot of people. I was part of a small ensemble of survivors. We had taken up in an abandoned drug store. I was getting sick, because I had run out of my medication. I wanted to break into the pharmacy, but the door was jammed. I was getting angry, because I felt that surely someone could break the door in. For some reason, everyone was trying to stop me from breaking down the door and getting my medication. Later, there was a related but separate plot where I had infiltrated the alien headquarters by putting a bucket on my head and telling them I was a robot. 4 months ago
A friend made me a motorcycle, and I was riding it. It appeared that I was a natural. At the same time, however, my fingernails were all broken to the quick. I was happy with my bike, but upset about my fingernails. I didn’t know how to feel. 4 months ago
I dreamed I was being interviewed to see if I would be fit to adopt a child. The interviewer was pushy, and kept putting words in my mouth as the interview progressed. In the end, I failed, and was deemed unfit for parenting. I was offended, and yet secretly relieved. Later, I was talking to someone who was about to go through the same process, and warning her about the rude interviewer and all her trick questions. There was also an interwoven plotline involving highly customizable candy truffles. 4 months ago
I lived in my house, but near my mom’s house, too, and she was alive. Between our houses was a big junkyard sort of place, and a tiny plot of dirt-covered land that she had turned into a dog rescue zone. The dogs lived in open crates that were set in rows, outside. They had food and water bowls, but no food and water. I went to feed them, and my mom got upset with me, because she thought she had been doing a good job feeding the dogs. But, I had to tell her that some of the dogs were starving, and if she didn’t let me take care of them, I’d have to call someone to take them all away.
There were lots of dogs. One of them was a runty chihuahua that looked sick. And two of them looked sort of like giant schnauzers. Then, there was one that followed me around a lot who was brown and white, and very fat. He was my little pal, and we went on adventures. 4 months ago
I often have dreams in which there is something gunky in my mouth that I can’t remove. Usually there is a lot of it. Funny enough, a good deal of the time it is macaroni and cheese. Endless macaroni and cheese that I must have put into my mouth, and now I am unable to spit it out. But last night, my stuff-in-mouth dream had to do with sickness and sores and bodily fluids. Nothing sexual, just yucky. But also not as much of it as usual, so it was more gross, yet less overwhelming. 4 months ago
I was exploring a cave that also may have been a sewer system. I ran into a man in all black who seemed dangerous and mysterious. The cave turned out to lead to my childhood home, straight into my old bedroom. I went into the living room, and saw my mom watching TV. I told her that there was a cave leading to the bedroom, and there was a strange man in the cave who could find his way into her house at any moment. She told me not to worry about it, and to sit down and watch TV with her. 4 months ago
I’m interested in the whole lucid dreams and astral projection thing—I look up a little about each almost daily. I’ve been studying sleep patterns, dreams and so forth – and even as of late, I’ve had some interesting dreams… but, I never record them, and soon forget them within minutes of waking up. This is a step towards recording my dreams (may it be a dream journal or on here) – that way I can make sense of them! 4 months ago
I dreamed I stepped in a dog pee puddle, and woke up to take off my socks. Then I had cold feet all night, and only realized in the morning that my socks didn’t actually have pee on them. :P 5 months ago
Our boat was in this congested area of the river, and we could not pass. I think it was my husband who suggested that we swim in the river among the boats that were waiting behind us. It was hard to swim up the river. When I turned around, though, I was swept downstream. I could not work against the current to return to our boat. 5 months ago
Little sharks (the size of baby sharks) were swimming in circles around me, as I tread deep waters. There was a boat, and people calling to me, but I told them I was fine. The sharks didn’t hurt me. 5 months ago
Oh, I’ve been having the damnedest dreams, I’ll tell ya. But the only one I can remember right now is the one where I was watching a story on Animal Planet about how giraffes actually have telescoping necks, and can retract them when they don’t need all that length. It seemed so real. 5 months ago
It was just a normal thing that everyone had a copy of themselves that followed them around. The copy was a mental projection. It couldn’t talk, but it could emote with gestures and facial expressions. It would reveal hidden thoughts.
One in particular was very abusive to the man it belonged to, and had developed the ability to affect him physically, because of this man’s tendency to be self destructive. He revealed that he had feelings for a female friend, and his copy kicked him, injuring his leg. The woman helped him to a place to sit. She told him she would try to help him gain control of the copy, but only of he really put forth an effort. 5 months ago
I had forgotten that I had had this daughter – she was blonde with curly hair. Her name was Sam or Sammi. Very much not Samantha. I had simply forgotten that I had three children. I felt vaguely guilty that I could remember nothing of her upbringing.
Clearly this dream is about where I work – it’s in the city of Sammamish. 6 months ago