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Published on October 2, 2007 By dharmagrl In Blogging

I'm not usually a very vivid dreamer.  I dream, yes, but they're normally forgotten by the time I'm drinking my first cup of coffee.  Nightmares are very uncommon - as far as I can remember, the last time I had a nightmare that caused me to wake up screaming was back when I was a teenager and still living at home. 

Last night, though, I had a VERY strange dream.  It started out with my being Harry Potter, and I was being pursued by Voldemort.  In the middle of that dream, however, I dreamt that I had woken up and that I was in a motel room bed with a cat laying next to me. I dreamt that I dozed off a few times more, but the last time I woke up I could hear someone else breathing.

I was scared.  I wasn't alone in that motel room.  I could hear another person breathing, and it sure as hell wasn't the cat. 

Just as my heart began to beat a little faster and the panic began to rise in my chest, I awoke enough to realize that it was Dave's breathing that I could hear and that the whole motel room and cat scenario was a dream too.

Weird.

Very weird.  I've never dreamt about something that strange before.  Like I said, I don't normally remember my dreams, but the ones I DO recall are about pretty run-of-the-mill stuff - flying, breathing underwater, seeing people who have passed away, needing to run but not being able to get up...that kind of stuff.  I've never dreamt about anything like this before.

Have you?  What's your strangest dream been about?


Comments
on Oct 02, 2007
I've had dreams where I dreamed that I was dreaming and woke up from that dream to only still be dreaming. I call them layered dreams. I'm usually quite amused by them.

My strangest dream was as a small child. I should say here that I was a notorious sleep walker when I was small.

I dreamed that I was in my bed (top bunk) and the cartoon characters hanging on the wall were talking to me. They suddenly stopped and I got scared because someone was standing behind me. I rolled over and looked and it was a very old man with a long gray beard and long gray hair.

He took me out of my bed, held my hand, and we walked out to the back yard. There, a very loud voice from the sky spoke to me. I remember suddenly not being scared any more.

The next morning Mom found me sleeping under the picnic table in the back yard.

To this day I still have no idea what that loud voice said to me although I have always had the nagging feeling that it was somehow important. I can still remember that dream as vividly as when it happened even though I was very young (hadn't even started school yet).

Dreams can be quite amusing at times.
on Oct 02, 2007
I should say here that I was a notorious sleep walker when I was small.


Notorious sleepwalking kid grows up to become an on the move trucker.  

To this day I still have no idea what that loud voice said to me although I have always had the nagging feeling that it was somehow important.


I remember (he spoke so loud I could hear him in the dream I was having at the time: about being a teddy bear hung out to dry by his teddy bear ears and ultimately dancing in a sky full of soft fluffy dandelion seeds).... he said

"Mason son, remember always, count your stitches after every completed row"   
on Oct 02, 2007

To this day I still have no idea what that loud voice said to me although I have always had the nagging feeling that it was somehow important.

I've had dreams like that.  It aggrivates the crap out of me to know that I've heard someone talking and know that it seemed important but not remember what they said!

"Mason son, remember always, count your stitches after every completed row"

Good advice.  My favorite knitting ism is 'friends don't let friends knit drunk (or tired)'.  As I recall, I gave that advice to Mason when he first started knitting, way back when he was working on a rib stitch scarf (and getting pretty frustrated with it, as I recall).

Look how far he's come!  He's done a pair of basic socks and is now doing cables!  He's gone from basic to intermediate!

on Oct 02, 2007
Yeah, but I still knit drunk.
on Oct 03, 2007

I think your dream was really bizarre O,  as in the comic strip!  Scary too in a way.

For me,  every single night I have weird, bizzare,  out of usual type dreams,  and probably have nightmares one to two times a week. The kind where I wake up either crying or screaming...

My weirdest one?  Be hard to decide.. maybe the one where a Greyhound bus pulls into my bedroom,  when I still had the mobile home,  and everyone gets off the bus to smoke!  I try to light up too, however they tell me that "you  can't smoke because of your heart attack"!  however WE can"!  So I tell them to get the hell out of my home,  and then I go on to other things in my dream...

 

on Oct 03, 2007
I had a really crazy dream once... I'm still waiting to wake up.
on Oct 04, 2007

How'd I do?

Holy.  Fucking.  Shit.

You are right.  About all of it.  Everything.

How'd you learn to do this?  Is it all intuition?

I think I'm going to keep a dream diary to see if there's some kind of common thread to all of them. 

 

on Oct 04, 2007
Hmmm, I would have interpreted it as bad Chinese food, but that's just me.
on Oct 04, 2007
Just curious.


Sure you are.