jfv wrote: Tue Mar 07, 2023 3:29 pm

Dave N. wrote: Tue Mar 07, 2023 9:55 am

jfv wrote: Tue Mar 07, 2023 8:16 am Had another reoccurring "back to school" dream a couple of days ago.

I dropped out of high school, so I have “going back to finish” dreams often. They usually end with me dropping out again.

They vary for me, but usually involve something embarrassing, like not knowing where the classrooms are located, missing an exam, or showing up to school naked.

This.

Or waiting to take an exam and the class and/or building are empty, like I'm the only clown there.

Another airplane crash dream/nightmare.

Plane failed to gain enough altitude on takeoff, nearly clipped a building, and crashed in the water.

Apparently, I survived, and made it a point to make sure my mobile phone didn’t get wet. The fuck?

I dreamt George Carlin was hitting on my sister.

I had a back in high school dream last night. It was the first day. I couldn’t find a bathroom and shit my pants. Then I walked the halls with shit in my pants, unable to find a place to get the shit out of my pants and clean up my doo doo ass. Shit! Pants!

for an entire and otherwise quite mundane calendar day an invisible moth was trapped in my shorts and refused to leave even when given ample opportunity to do so. each time it so much as grazed my body my entire skull reverberated with the sound of impact as if amplified through a brass gong.

I got to meet Jon Wurster at a dinner party, he had a tight curly perm, and I could remember NONE of the funny stuff I had to tell him, I think this song was playing:



Does that count as rock and roll weirdness? It was weird.

Almost got action with Mark and Hollyanne Milley

I went to the movies to see the newest Naked Gun. It started out with Leslie Nielsen and a lady sidekick cracking the usual Naked Gun-type jokes, then they disrobed and started getting it on, still cracking jokes. I was a little surprised because it was R-rated and clearly needed a X-rating. Also, Leslie Nielsen had a HUGE dong. The whole movie turned out to be fucking and sucking, but somehow it wasn’t gratuitous and it turned out to be an interesting commentary on sex and sexuality. I left the theater a little stunned, then went to go get a salad at the Bryce Canyon employee cafeteria.

enframed wrote: Wed Feb 23, 2022 11:33 am Also have a recurring dream, it's been a while though, wherein I kill someone and bury the body. I awaken from those thinking it's very very real. Like to this day one of them specifically has me almost convinced it actually happened.

So I was talking to my brother about this.

I should have mentioned above that in the dream I do not do the killing, like the dream remembered starts after that. My brother has had the same dream and it affected him the same way. He too thought it was real, for days after. He lived in New York and I in California when these dreams occurred.

Weird!

Two nights ago I dreamt that I was driving a car. I could hardly see over the dashboard, like either I had a very short torso or the seat was too low or something. My vision wasn't the best and things were kinda blurry and my balance felt off. What I could see through the windshield was streams of smoke. I finally was able to sit up, kinda thrust myself up for a second and could see over the dash. Wherever I was was in the middle of some kind of battle: fighter planes firing and people running, &c. I figured this might be a dream but then I woke up. The weird thing is I got up to piss and my balance was off, and remained off the rest of the day.

Last night I dreamt I was at a bar that I service and some band was playing. I had my cigarettes, my phone, money, what I usually carry. I went to go find the bathroom to piss and when I came out the setting was different, but I seemed to not know how to get back. Now rather than a bar hallway it was more like a cave tunnel. With each successive step the world changed more and more. I was lost. It was a hotel maybe. I managed to slip through a vertical door that was closing and was outside. I dust myself off and stat walking. I ask some guy where the bar I was in is and he says it's a few blocks away and points me in the direction and I start walking. I run into two people I know in the dream. One of these people exists in real life but we have not met. He makes surf boards and campy movies featuring him surfing the boards he makes, which are designed for art, not function. One is shaped like a coffin, another a parallelogram like a door, the fins are circular saws and knives, leashes are chains with metal clamps, it's all very goth and fun, and he does actually surf this stuff. His name is Lucas. So I'm walking with these guys and I realize I don't have my cigarettes, but suddenly I am on the ground and it's wet with rum, maybe. I look for my phone and cannot find it, then I realize I'm dreaming and I can never find my phone in my dreams. I get a cigarette from Lucas. The I have what in the dream seems like a brilliant idea: I'll write the dream down in my phone so that when I wake up I can read about it! LOLZ!