What is the most recent weird or strange dream you had that you can still remember? Funny, sad, upsetting, disturbing, scarey, or just odd. Feel free to share!
Mine was last night actually. I dreamt that for whatever reason, my Dad was in my home with me and my kids, except the home was not a home I was familiar with. Suddenly, my Dad came to me where I was working in the garden or flower bed or something and said 'Cat, I just broke my arm. Will you help me?' So, as I looked at him standing there, I could tell that his left forearm was broken, both bones completely through because they were poking up towards the skin and his hand and wrist were just kind of floppin' around. So, in the dream, I told him that it would be best to have an ambulance come even though we were only a couple miles from the hospital. I didn't want to cause him pain by the bouncing in the car by driving him to the ER. So, I called 911 and asked for them to send a EMT team and ambulance. And that is all I remember, because the alarm went off and I had to get up and take my daughter to Seminary.
What is odd is that my Dad has been dead for over 10 years now...
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I only rarely remember dreams. Last night I had a vivid one. It was disturbing, but luckily it had no basis in fact.
One odd fact is that my dreams very rarely have sound. I don't hear people talking; I already know what they want to communicate, almost as if we're speaking telepathically. But there's no sound of any sort in my dreams.
And no, I have only slight hearing loss. I know what sound is like.
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I dream every night, but I'm more likely to remember a dream if I wake up naturally other than to an alarm clock or a telephone ring or something.
When I enter dreams it's almost like I have an alternate reality. I rarely dream of people in actual places, but they are places familiar to me in my dreams. Like I have this house in my dreams, that I have never seen in real life, but in my dreams it's always my house.
I also tend to have dreams that prepare me emotionally for certain occasions. Not every dream, but some that have had huge impacts on how I dealt with something in real life I know came as a preparation so I would be able to handle it.
Usually my dreams are just random and stem from occurances of the previous day.
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I dream in full color and often remember the dreams, at least in the short term. When I was training in martial arts and sparring alot, I used to dream about fighting. Sometimes I would start thrashing in my sleep or even yelling at opponents. I scared my wife half to death on a number of occassions. One time she and the baby came in from the living room. I jumped out of bed and was yelling at her to get out while in a fighting stance. In my mind I was dreaming about a Rasta looking guy in my room at the moment she walked in. These sort of violent dreams continued for about a year after I discontinued my training. Fortunately the violent dreams don't happen very often now, only about once per year. One time I was actually kicking over my wife's head in the middle of the night. She is greatful that I don't train anymore.
My worst dreams are when I relive my highschool or college days. I still have dreams where I'm back in highschool and I can't find my classroom or my homework and I end up wandering around the campus. It's like nothing has changed from when I was actually back in school. I've had a couple like that with college instead but those are rarer. Had one or two about work also.
The most interesting dream I ever had was one where I rode around with my deceased grandfather in his old truck. We drove all over town and it was the 80s all over again and I was a little boy. We drove around and around but never really got anywhere. I woke up with the distinct impression that I needed to get his temple work done.
I have had dreams where I was being attacked by or battling the forces of evil and where I have cried out to Heavenly Father for help or told the evil to depart as instructed in the actual dream and it actually worked every time.
I've dreamed about scuba diving which was really cool and hunting. All were very vivid and exciting dreams.
When I was a kid I used have terrible nightmares. I was terrified of them. Now getting a scary dream can kind of be fun because I can pretty much recognize it as being a dream so it's not too scary.
One time I had a dream where I was crossing a bridge and fell off it and woke up just as I hit the rocks below. My body hurt and tingled where my body hit the "rocks" from my dream for several minutes. I had a dream a few months back where I was fighting/sparring (more martial arts). When I woke up I was actually sore just like I would have been if I had been sparring again.
So those are my weird dreams. Always in color and usually I remember them. I can remember some from years or even decades ago. Pretty freaky, huh!
Oh I thought of another one I had a few years back. I dreamed I was in the next life and at my new home. There was all sorts of construction going on. My place was a small one bedroom two story house on a beautiful lake in a forest similar to upstate Washington. I had a little dock that went onto the lake. As I said, the house wasn't finished though and I had the feeling that it wasn't time yet for me to move in. Cool!
I hate the dreams in which I've engaged in very wicked or sinful behavior. By the end, as I come to my senses, I slump my shoulders and sigh, "Oh well, better call the bishop." Then... imagine my relief... it was just a dream. :)
--Ray
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Not only do I dream in vivid detail but I dream often. I had 2 dreams in my youth that were horrible nightmares. THey were recurring and they were long. A whole horror movie in my sleep. I have always wondered if I should produce them but they involve little children and I hate horror movies with children.
The most recent, last night, was all about KFC and waiting for hours to get our dinners. I hated that.
The problem is, when I dream it's as if I haven't slept. I wake up feeling exhausted.
Last week it was a huge spider that had the body of a 4-point buck and daddy-long legs. Man, he ran fast!!
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And for Ray...I woke up from a dream once and couldn't figure out WHO I was sopposed to be married to. It freaked me out for several minutes that I was in bed with the wrong person!
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"My days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle."
roper, I think the reason you have credits rolling at the end is because you don't have to dream it, you get to live it! {imagining to myself the types of grand cinematic dreams roper must have... "Ropercus" -- grand inspirational scene near the end of dream where the evil bad guys want to know who is causing all the trouble, everyone starts getting up and says "I'm Ropercus"... of course, when the bad guys start to try to nail everyone to crosses, he and his loyal sidekick, Chuck Norris, start giving everyone round house kicks to the face. } Ros, do you suffer from sleep apnea? That may explain why you feel so tired after having such vivid dream sessions. Getting woken up (or disturbed) during REM sleep may not necessarily account for it alone. Dreaming occurs in REM sleep. I've dreamt things that have been as odd as Mrs. Cat Herder being a twin, and I was married to both of them... Of course, as weird as that was, it had it's benefits in the dream... when one was mad at me, I could just go to the other for an understanding shoulder to rest my head on... I also remember a dream where I was a British Paratrooper at point on a patrol in the woods outside Arnhem Holland. I looked down just as my shin hit a trip wire (which I felt in my dream). A burst of machine gun fire took my legs out from under me. Next scene, my body was laying on the ground surrounded by a bunch of Nazis shooting it and talking like Hitler and I was looking like a spirit from beyond the little clearing in the grove this was happening... Then there was the dream I had travelled to the future about 200 years. It was kind of like the millenium I guess. Everything on the earth was nice, there was no pollution, but there was a 2 foot thick layer of pollution and garbage that had turned into a solid layer of rock that had to be removed before anything could be built or anything could be planted. It all made perfect sense, except the fact my Mom was there picking me up to take me somewhere in the old green station wagon the family had when I was a kid...
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
I was participating in a talent show, and while all of my friends were performing I was recording it on my camera. One friend was singing, one was doing flips, and then my sister's talent was going to be quite peculiar: She was going to climb the ladder to Asia! Everyone was baffled, especially as the steps on the ladder were probably 4 feet apart (and she's 4'11-3/4"). So she starts climbing, and about 4 steps up she loses grip and falls and breaks her leg! Then she started screaming and crying, which is not like her at all. She likes to play the tough girl, so wimpering is more what she would do. But she was screaming. Then everyone wanted to see what happened, so I had to find the scene on the recording and was watching it over and over again. Then she told me that I needed to get to Asia for her, so I climbed to the top and it seemed like a mix between a really tall bunk bed with lots of babies on it, but it had the view from the parking garage that I like to watch the sunset from. The Asian ladies up top said they needed my help so that the babies wouldn't fall, and there were lots of diapers. And the whole time I just had my sister's fall and scream stuck in my head....it was creepy!
I think it stemmed from the fact that I watched The Prestige last night. Even though I've heard great things about it from members of the church, I left feeling so dark and unsettled....it was not a pleasant feeling and then it gave me terrible nightmares.
In better news, one of the best dreams I had as a child was that I got this magical flying tricycle with 7 seats so I could fly my whole family around. It was so much fun!
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Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
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Mrs. Cat Herder claims I snore if I even make any noise breathing... I know I snore some, but not to the point she claims... because of course she never snores... I tell her, "As if I have any control over it... Get used to it baby, cuz some day you gonna miss it." She just gets up and goes out and sleeps in the other room. And I know that 90% of the so called problem is hers, cuz she hasn't tolerated any noise when she is trying to sleep from the time she was a child (her family will vouch for that)...
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
I dream most of the times I sleep, and most of the time my dreams are complete nonsense. However everyonce in a while I get a dream so profound I think about it the rest of the day.
I can't remember what my dream was last night, but I can remember that I did remember it this morning, maybe I should write these down in a dream diary.
Once I had a dream where I invented an anti-gravity like device. It was kind of a cross between a basketball and a top. You spin it and it floats. However when I was going to show it of to people, somebody had stolen my idea and was taking credit for it. I woke up kind of angry.
One time when I was a kid I had a dream where I was walking on a thin one-way road up in the mountains, with a cliff going up on my left, and going down on my right. A big truck started to come, and in order to avoid it, I jumped off the cliff. I was falling for what seemed 5 minutes, then woke up in midair, then a split second later was flat on my face on the floor. It seems that I fell of the top bunk, and dreampt my dream while falling, very strange.
I also have had some strange experences with sleep talking, and other bizzare activities while asleep, which include hanging of the side of the bunkbed by my toes trying to grab something, and screeming at all my fellow priests on a scout campout at Lake Powell, that we were going to be eaten by a blob of poison spiders coming for us.
I have dreams about flying, as many people do, but my dreams frequently don't feature flying as the main act, but rather as a supporting plot element. I usually fly effortlessly and with very little though about it.
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Two nights ago I dreamt that radical muslim suicide bombing extremists entered large banking centers all around the US and set off their bombs at the same time.
It woke me up.
heaven forbid this dream ever comes true.
M
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arbilad wrote:I have dreams about flying, as many people do, but my dreams frequently don't feature flying as the main act, but rather as a supporting plot element. I usually fly effortlessly and with very little though about it.
Interesting. I fly sometimes in my dreams also but it seems to be a bit of a struggle for me to get airborne. I guess some of us are more aerodynamic than others, at least in our dreams!
I hate to imagine what a psychologist would think of all our posts in this thread.
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I have heard that many psychologists go into the profession to be able to diagnose their own psychosis.
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If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen! - Samuel Adams
I just had a dream where I had a flying tricycle, the faster you pedal the higher you go, but if you stop pedaling you fall. The biggest problem was how cramped I was trying to use it.
So there was this psychologist and proctologist who went into business together.
Problem was... they couldn't decide what to name their business.
One wanted to name it "Heads and Tails".
The other wanted to name it "Odds and Ends".
They finally ended up with a compromise and named it "Nuts and Butts"
I've always loved this one.
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My friend and I discovered this game at the gym the other day that reminds me of that! It's a rowing machine, but you can set it so that on the little screen you are a fish, and you have to try to eat the little fish, and avoid the big fish that will eat you (the circle of life), and as you row harder and faster, you swim up, and as you slow down, you sink a little more. It's amazing how a little game like that will help you last so much longer than you thought you ever would. Then you're sore the next day...kind of like DDR.
Anyway, back to dreams. I had this dream last night that I was at my boyfriend's sister's house in Nevada (he's from Nevada, but none of his sisters live there, and I've only met one of his sisters anyway), but her house and yard looked exactly like the house I grew up in and my parents still live in. Except she had turned the garden into an extraordinary garden, with ribbons and bows and everything. I remember really thinking it was pretty in my dream, but it seems kind of tacky now that I'm awake. IT's weird because I rarely have dreams with my own living residence being my home, so it was weird to see my parents' house in a dream.
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Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
— Oscar Wilde
pt, that dream reminds me of one I had in junior or senior high once... I think it was probably in response to some sci-fi story I had just read and a history show I had seen on the last days of WWII in Germany and how the Hitler Youth had been put into the defense of Berlin or something...
Anyway, I dreamt that for whatever reason, a bunch of little fighter space craft were parked on the front porch of the school, and the expectation was that all the guys in my group of friends were to pilot them in defense of something, and we were all excited about it despite the fact we weren't trained and most likely would end up being cannon fodder... But, my Mom sent a note to the priniciple saying that I was not allowed to participate, and so I was embarrased as I had to explain to all the other guys that my mommy wouldn't let me join them in the war...
Oh, I just remembered part of what the real world background was for triggering the dream... it was the reports of the waves of teenage boys Iran was using literally as cannon fodder to sweep mine fields and overrun machine gun positions by sheer massive numbers in the Iraqi Iranian war. Weird huh?
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
{imagining to myself the types of grand cinematic dreams roper must have... 
"Ropercus" -- grand inspirational scene near the end of dream where the evil bad guys want to know who is causing all the trouble, everyone starts getting up and says "I'm Ropercus"... of course, when the bad guys start to try to nail everyone to crosses, he and his loyal sidekick, Chuck Norris, start giving everyone round house kicks to the face. 
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