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Timmy40 said:
Last night I dreamt I was back in London, on the Mall I think looking down the view which seemed amazing, there was some incredibly attractive Asian girl in a suit chatting me up, but I was only wearing a pair of boxers below the waist ( suit above ) I'd just used the gents and managed to p*ss all over my boxers and shoes in the process. She seemed not to mind, then some Lord Melchit ( old style gent ) wanted to mop his face because it was really hot ) before I knew it he was mopping his face with my pissy boxers, I was about to tell him when I woke up.
Later in the night I dreamt that we'd adopted about 50 Shetland Ponies, and I was madly running around trying to find space for them all. Then some people turned up with a giant sort of steam powered caterpillar thing ( imagine a huge mechanical maggot ) it was a bit out of control and ended up knocking the barn conversion down, again I woke up just after.
I've been having alot of odd dreams of late.
Later in the night I dreamt that we'd adopted about 50 Shetland Ponies, and I was madly running around trying to find space for them all. Then some people turned up with a giant sort of steam powered caterpillar thing ( imagine a huge mechanical maggot ) it was a bit out of control and ended up knocking the barn conversion down, again I woke up just after.
I've been having alot of odd dreams of late.
One of last night's dreams (I don't sleep well and wake up a lot so often have several, unrelated, dreams) involved me swerving, to avoid a pedestrian who was in the road, so that I crashed through a fence and rolled the car down an embankment (the car being a Morgan that I haven't owned for a few years). As the car was rolling I crouched as much as I could to avoid being squashed, but my right arm became detached. When the car finally stopped rolling I managed to get out of the wreckage and walked back up the slope to pick up my arm which had turned into a plastic one from a shop dummy. Luckily I wasn't bleeding in the dream as I hate blood, but, I remember thinking "that's strange" when picking up the fake arm with my remaining hand.
Well my fuxked up brain delivers once again, last night dream/nightmare....
I found myself on a windswept beach at dusk, for some reason I was eel catching with a net and because I couldn't find a bucket a shallow china dish ( to keep my catch in ), I was making a pretty good go at catching th eels in the rockpools, but the light was starting to fade and I realised my head torch battery was nearly flat, the only way back off the beach was via a thick scrubby wood and the tide was coming in. There was no handle on the dish so in order to carry the eels, net etc back I had to pick up the dish and my fingers went into the water with the eels, at which point the eels all started biting my fingers, I dropped the dish and as they spilled out the eels went down my wellies and started eating my feet. I pulled my wellies off but it was too late, no feet left, and the tide was coming in. As usual I woke up.
I found myself on a windswept beach at dusk, for some reason I was eel catching with a net and because I couldn't find a bucket a shallow china dish ( to keep my catch in ), I was making a pretty good go at catching th eels in the rockpools, but the light was starting to fade and I realised my head torch battery was nearly flat, the only way back off the beach was via a thick scrubby wood and the tide was coming in. There was no handle on the dish so in order to carry the eels, net etc back I had to pick up the dish and my fingers went into the water with the eels, at which point the eels all started biting my fingers, I dropped the dish and as they spilled out the eels went down my wellies and started eating my feet. I pulled my wellies off but it was too late, no feet left, and the tide was coming in. As usual I woke up.
Brilliant thread replies...I'm crying over the keyboard.
I have loads of dreams, mainly because the Lady Don keeps hitting me to interrupt my epic snoring.
I'm curious as to why I seem to be 'conscious' in many dreams - I rationalise some of the decisions because I know I'm in a dream, so making the correct decision is not important (like choosing a route through a forest or which door to open in a corridor). Odd.
I have loads of dreams, mainly because the Lady Don keeps hitting me to interrupt my epic snoring.
I'm curious as to why I seem to be 'conscious' in many dreams - I rationalise some of the decisions because I know I'm in a dream, so making the correct decision is not important (like choosing a route through a forest or which door to open in a corridor). Odd.
Holy Crap! Some of you need help 
some great replies to this thread. but seriously one or two of you need looking at for anxiety/depression issues!
I rarely remember my dreams, not entirely sure I dream every night at all for this reason. But the few times I do remember a dream they are either my recurring paralysed dream or something completely bonkers.
the paralysed recurring dream - the weirdest one of that was being flat on a snooker table, being unable to move and people playing snooker around me, and with every pot of a ball the table would get smaller and crush me little my little.
The crazy ones have all be film/book worthy at the point of waking up and writing down what I remember, but to re read it when fully conscious and in charge of my senses I quickly realise I've dreamt parts of films/games and chopped them all together to make my own weird versions.
Dreamt a whole Minority Report/Back to the future/Independence day mash up. all the racing scenes involved were done with the use of computer games like Forza or GranTurismo.
My wife does the whole twitching thing. usually wakes me as I'm quite a light sleeper.
Day dreaming - Winning the hundred million Euro Lottery and making it as a world famous WRC Driver.
some great replies to this thread. but seriously one or two of you need looking at for anxiety/depression issues!I rarely remember my dreams, not entirely sure I dream every night at all for this reason. But the few times I do remember a dream they are either my recurring paralysed dream or something completely bonkers.
the paralysed recurring dream - the weirdest one of that was being flat on a snooker table, being unable to move and people playing snooker around me, and with every pot of a ball the table would get smaller and crush me little my little.
The crazy ones have all be film/book worthy at the point of waking up and writing down what I remember, but to re read it when fully conscious and in charge of my senses I quickly realise I've dreamt parts of films/games and chopped them all together to make my own weird versions.
Dreamt a whole Minority Report/Back to the future/Independence day mash up. all the racing scenes involved were done with the use of computer games like Forza or GranTurismo.
My wife does the whole twitching thing. usually wakes me as I'm quite a light sleeper.
Day dreaming - Winning the hundred million Euro Lottery and making it as a world famous WRC Driver.
Timmy40 said:
Funny dream stuff
People looking at me funny in the office as I try to contain my laughter. I love the weirdness of these dreams - a promising situation with a lady turns into an aristocratic farce. Followed by ponies and a giant mechanical insect... priceless! Really makes you wonder what's going on in our minds and how little we understand of them.
mcbook said:
Timmy40 said:
Funny dream stuff
People looking at me funny in the office as I try to contain my laughter. I love the weirdness of these dreams - a promising situation with a lady turns into an aristocratic farce. Followed by ponies and a giant mechanical insect... priceless! Really makes you wonder what's going on in our minds and how little we understand of them.
And my wife is a collecto-maniac who is far too generous, I told her about the Shetland Ponies and she laughed and said agreeing to adopt 50 homeless ponies without telling me first is the kind of thing she'd do.
The Asian girl was very ernestly telling me something, I'd found my strength or something like that, quite why I was half naked having wet myself to get this message I'm not sure.
As for the Eels eating my feet, christ knows. Tide coming in though, we're running out of time and cash on the house build so that's a classic worry dream. I'm also forever forgetting to charge my headtorch!
I don't mind them really, they're quite entertaining.
Over at a friends house for dinner scraping my plate of sand off into a trailer in their garage with the front door open and pulling out plates that people had dumped in there with the sand when some cat with a womans head, wide eyes, walking a dog comes onto the drive, starts staring at me and then turns around. I say that you're not supposed to be here etc etc how can i help you and she turns around and says im a cat with a human head at which point i look down, see i am actually a f
king cat and wake up.
Hope I don't have that one again.
king cat and wake up.Hope I don't have that one again.
glenrobbo said:
Have you ever dreamed that you were dreaming and woken up to find you were still asleep?
Have you?
I've done it a couple of times and found it seriously confusing. After I'd 'woken up' and the realisation set in that I thought I had been awake but wasn't, I was utterly baffled and ended up going for a walk around the house. It was only when I said to Mrs Autopilot about what had just happened that she informed me that I hadn't left the bed at all as she'd been awake for some time and that I'd presumably dreamt that I'd gone for the walk too!! I laid there utterly baffled for some time!Have you?
This was about 3 months ago and presume I have since woken up and that this still isn't a dream!
I've always wanted to write my dreams down, but I can't see the wife being to happy if I'm switching the light on at 3am to do it.
I do have decidedly odd dreams, never linked to a theme or my life, just randomly out there.
I also have trouble remembering them in the morning, no matter how much I tell myself to when they happen.
The three dreams that have left the biggest impact are in no particular order.......
As part of a much bigger dream that I can't fully remember before or after this scene. I am running away from a zombie hoard when I manage to duck into a victorian terrace house. I slam the door and find a shotgun on the floor which I pick up, and then start firing away for all I'm worth. Obviously at some point I run out of shells and the hoard are pushing at the door that I'm holding shut with fading strength. At this point I turn round and see Lenny Henry ambling up the hall and I yell "FFS Len give us a hand" and he just carries on ambling before I flash onto another scene.
I'm sitting in a car with someone next to me. We're in a quiet street and I know that we are staking out a house of someone. For what reason I don't know. This seems to go on for ages us just sitting there watching the house. At some point a man walks up to the car, and I know he's going to kill me. He pulls out an Uzi and empties it into and I die. I didn't wake up before I was killed and contemplated my death in the dream before waking up slowly and totally relaxed.
The most memorable, I'm lying on a bed with a woman next to me who turns over to face me, and I realise it's Phillipa Forester. She then proceeds to beg me for sex. All good so far, apart from when I try to move I'm totally paralyzed unable to move a muscle. No matter what I do I cannot move. She then starts hitting me on the chest pleading with me and I think I'm beginning to be able to move. Woohoo. But then I'm dragged back to consciousness by my wife poking me to get up.
I think it's about time I actively tried to find ways to remember more of my dreams because they do need remembering.
I do have decidedly odd dreams, never linked to a theme or my life, just randomly out there.
I also have trouble remembering them in the morning, no matter how much I tell myself to when they happen.
The three dreams that have left the biggest impact are in no particular order.......
As part of a much bigger dream that I can't fully remember before or after this scene. I am running away from a zombie hoard when I manage to duck into a victorian terrace house. I slam the door and find a shotgun on the floor which I pick up, and then start firing away for all I'm worth. Obviously at some point I run out of shells and the hoard are pushing at the door that I'm holding shut with fading strength. At this point I turn round and see Lenny Henry ambling up the hall and I yell "FFS Len give us a hand" and he just carries on ambling before I flash onto another scene.
I'm sitting in a car with someone next to me. We're in a quiet street and I know that we are staking out a house of someone. For what reason I don't know. This seems to go on for ages us just sitting there watching the house. At some point a man walks up to the car, and I know he's going to kill me. He pulls out an Uzi and empties it into and I die. I didn't wake up before I was killed and contemplated my death in the dream before waking up slowly and totally relaxed.
The most memorable, I'm lying on a bed with a woman next to me who turns over to face me, and I realise it's Phillipa Forester. She then proceeds to beg me for sex. All good so far, apart from when I try to move I'm totally paralyzed unable to move a muscle. No matter what I do I cannot move. She then starts hitting me on the chest pleading with me and I think I'm beginning to be able to move. Woohoo. But then I'm dragged back to consciousness by my wife poking me to get up.
I think it's about time I actively tried to find ways to remember more of my dreams because they do need remembering.
catso said:
My dreams always seem to involve me wanting a wee, I either can't find a toilet or if I do it's broken - at this point I wake up and go to the toilet.
I'm dreading the next stage in the dream where I actually manage to relieve myself...
It was 1977 (I think...Elvis had just died - it was all over the tv) we were staying in a chalet in Hayling Island.I'm dreading the next stage in the dream where I actually manage to relieve myself...
I remember dreaming I was having a really satisfying wee...up the side of my nan's stairs....reaching really high and it felt sooooo good!
Woke up and I had pissed the bed, I was 9 years old and absolutely mortified.
Now whenever I dream of peeing I wake straight up.
I can still remember how good that dream wee felt though.......aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.
Mad dream last night, I was buttering some bread (stay with me it gets better..) and my Mrs walks in and takes a slice I had buttered for my bacon sandwich. HELL NO! no more bread left apart from the doorstops and I only had one slice of bread to make said sandwich with now. She had already taken a bite at this point and refused to give it back
So i pulled a bloody gun on her! She cowered with fear in the corner of the kitchen whilst I gave a speech about its bloody rude to steal my food. She went down to the shop to get more at this point. Gun goes back into my belt like a US cop show.
Then i woke up, or rather was woke up by my little one getting in to our bed.
Im such an ahole in my dreams
So i pulled a bloody gun on her! She cowered with fear in the corner of the kitchen whilst I gave a speech about its bloody rude to steal my food. She went down to the shop to get more at this point. Gun goes back into my belt like a US cop show.
Then i woke up, or rather was woke up by my little one getting in to our bed.
Im such an a
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