Your Best Dream
Discussion
Probably been done a million times before, but…
My best/weirdest dream (of a non-sexual nature)
I opened the TV cabinet.
My PlayStation. Which had a Tiger Print wrap…, was on display.
My baby pet Giraffe saw it, went ballistic, ran around & trashed the house !
Beat that
My best/weirdest dream (of a non-sexual nature)
I opened the TV cabinet.
My PlayStation. Which had a Tiger Print wrap…, was on display.
My baby pet Giraffe saw it, went ballistic, ran around & trashed the house !
Beat that
Edited by anonymous-user on Saturday 10th September 23:38
Usually a Jaques Tati style sketch with a motley cast dredged up from
my sub-conscious, of ex-colleagues, friends and enemies I have long
since forgotten or are dead, the dreams all have different scripts, but
have a similar theme in that I am always a mnor player, unpopular,
a drudge, a ne-erdowell or dogsbody, never the star of my own dream.
my sub-conscious, of ex-colleagues, friends and enemies I have long
since forgotten or are dead, the dreams all have different scripts, but
have a similar theme in that I am always a mnor player, unpopular,
a drudge, a ne-erdowell or dogsbody, never the star of my own dream.
Not I, but t'wife...
She used to live in the town of Ware in Hertfordshire.
She dreamt that she was in a pet shop there and was desperately trying to buy an elephant the owner had in the back room. The owner wouldn't sell her it, as he hadn't trained it yet, but my wife was telling him.. "I can train him myself, it's no problem!"
I was very pleased when she woke me up to tell me this.
After I had got back off to sleep , I started dreaming, and dreamed I was driving up to the house we lived in at the time to see a rather bored looking elephant stood on the front lawn!!
She used to live in the town of Ware in Hertfordshire.
She dreamt that she was in a pet shop there and was desperately trying to buy an elephant the owner had in the back room. The owner wouldn't sell her it, as he hadn't trained it yet, but my wife was telling him.. "I can train him myself, it's no problem!"
I was very pleased when she woke me up to tell me this.
After I had got back off to sleep , I started dreaming, and dreamed I was driving up to the house we lived in at the time to see a rather bored looking elephant stood on the front lawn!!
We, I'm not entirely sure who 'we' were but we were a happy crew, went down to town. When we got there it was lunchtime. It could have been a problem because all the shop assistants were at lunch and all the shops could have been closed on account of there being no one serving. But the shops weren't closed. All the doors were wide open and everyone was free to walk in and out as they pleased. The reason for this, it turned out, was all the shop assistants from all the shops were playing hide-and-seek and running up and down the High Street and in and out of the shops having an absolute riot of a time. We and other passers by were invited to join in this happiest of events but I can't recall if anyone did.
I very rarely have bad dreams.
I very rarely have bad dreams.
Had a vivid one just last night actually, I was visiting Jeremy Clarkson at his enormous office complex/private car collection. We became friends and we were working on one of his Ferraris together. In the machine shop in bare feet, walking in the swarf, I joked "health and safety would have a field day in here" he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed and then carried on.
When it was time to leave he had another important business type meeting just starting, so I said "Goodbye Michael, really nice to have met you" and walked out. No idea why I called him Michael.
When it was time to leave he had another important business type meeting just starting, so I said "Goodbye Michael, really nice to have met you" and walked out. No idea why I called him Michael.
The office manager at work had one with me in it apparently.
She dreamt she was on holiday in the Maldives and for some reason i was there at the same time, so she turned to her husband and said
slopes can't go swimming
Why not, can't he swim?
No, he's got his shoes on
And apparently i had swimming shorts on, dived head long into the sea wearing a pair of brogues and went for a swim
When i got out of the sea, she turned to me and said
Alex - our MD - won't be happy you're ruined a good pair of shoes.
Not sure what she was smoking/drinking/eating but whatever it was, i want some
She dreamt she was on holiday in the Maldives and for some reason i was there at the same time, so she turned to her husband and said
slopes can't go swimming
Why not, can't he swim?
No, he's got his shoes on
And apparently i had swimming shorts on, dived head long into the sea wearing a pair of brogues and went for a swim
When i got out of the sea, she turned to me and said
Alex - our MD - won't be happy you're ruined a good pair of shoes.
Not sure what she was smoking/drinking/eating but whatever it was, i want some
Edited by anonymous-user on Monday 12th September 08:26
Flying
I’m just standing in the street and I hold my arms up then away I go, flying anywhere and everywhere. Over the pyramids. Great Wall, central London, New York, Grand Canyon. It is a truly wonderful feeling.
Sometimes I land and there are people who I have been in my life in out of place situations like an ex work colleague who is now a rancher of an auntie who is sat at a bar drinking. In general everyone is happy.
It usually finishes by me heading upwards through the clouds towards the stars. Then that is it and I wake up.
It’s peaceful and relaxing it would be good if I could summon it up on demand. I used to think I could control where I went I think it just seemed that way and actually nothing to do with conscious thought.
I’m just standing in the street and I hold my arms up then away I go, flying anywhere and everywhere. Over the pyramids. Great Wall, central London, New York, Grand Canyon. It is a truly wonderful feeling.
Sometimes I land and there are people who I have been in my life in out of place situations like an ex work colleague who is now a rancher of an auntie who is sat at a bar drinking. In general everyone is happy.
It usually finishes by me heading upwards through the clouds towards the stars. Then that is it and I wake up.
It’s peaceful and relaxing it would be good if I could summon it up on demand. I used to think I could control where I went I think it just seemed that way and actually nothing to do with conscious thought.
Edited by Bright Halo on Monday 12th September 12:35
I have a recurring dream of being able to fall backwards from a standing position maintaining my “upright” position but stopping from falling flat on the floor by about 6 inches at my head, simply due to willpower. Most weird.
Another one was being able to float around in the air at will, but not quite flying.
There is another one involving Catherine Bach (Daisy Duke), but we aren’t allowed those ….
Another one was being able to float around in the air at will, but not quite flying.
There is another one involving Catherine Bach (Daisy Duke), but we aren’t allowed those ….
Unfortunately a lot of my dreams are nightmares of frustration, usually connected with past jobs - even though I have been retired for over 13 years now. But there also is a recurring dream that I enjoy immensely.
I am rooting about in some overgrown brambles at the side of my house, clearing them away from the wall, when I am surprised to notice an old, half glazed door. I can’t work out why it isn’t visible from inside the house (the garage actually) but I go through, with some difficulty as the door is partially off it’s hinges. Inside is an old Edwardian style kitchen, very much broken down and cobweb strewn, and some pigeons have got through broken panes and nested in the cabinets.
Still wondering how all this fits in with the geography of my house, in which I lived for 30 years, I notice a door on the far side of the kitchen, and go through it into a hallway, with other rooms opening off. The further I go into the house, which is everywhere seemingly uninhabited and dusty, the more it opens out into passageways and staircases, eventually becoming apparent that it is a very large house indeed. Some of the old rooms are very impressive, and crying out for redecoration. The potential to turn it all into a veritable mansion is clearly enormous and very exciting, and there are glimpses of a large but overgrown garden outside.
Eventually I work my way up into the attics and go through a door to find the roof spaces are occupied by an enormous library, books stacked in scores in wooden bookshelves. They are all antique volumes, very handsomely bound, but when I take one or two down to look at them they seem to have dried out in the warm dusty atmosphere of the library to such an extent that the pages just crumble to dust in my hands.
If the dream continues long enough, I encounter a family living at the far end of a corridor, in rooms not separated from ‘mine’, but occupied and comfortable. My half of this enormous building is by contrast unused and decrepit, and I start to wonder how I can renovate it all and cut it off from this mysterious family of annoying interlopers at the far end.
There it ends.
I am rooting about in some overgrown brambles at the side of my house, clearing them away from the wall, when I am surprised to notice an old, half glazed door. I can’t work out why it isn’t visible from inside the house (the garage actually) but I go through, with some difficulty as the door is partially off it’s hinges. Inside is an old Edwardian style kitchen, very much broken down and cobweb strewn, and some pigeons have got through broken panes and nested in the cabinets.
Still wondering how all this fits in with the geography of my house, in which I lived for 30 years, I notice a door on the far side of the kitchen, and go through it into a hallway, with other rooms opening off. The further I go into the house, which is everywhere seemingly uninhabited and dusty, the more it opens out into passageways and staircases, eventually becoming apparent that it is a very large house indeed. Some of the old rooms are very impressive, and crying out for redecoration. The potential to turn it all into a veritable mansion is clearly enormous and very exciting, and there are glimpses of a large but overgrown garden outside.
Eventually I work my way up into the attics and go through a door to find the roof spaces are occupied by an enormous library, books stacked in scores in wooden bookshelves. They are all antique volumes, very handsomely bound, but when I take one or two down to look at them they seem to have dried out in the warm dusty atmosphere of the library to such an extent that the pages just crumble to dust in my hands.
If the dream continues long enough, I encounter a family living at the far end of a corridor, in rooms not separated from ‘mine’, but occupied and comfortable. My half of this enormous building is by contrast unused and decrepit, and I start to wonder how I can renovate it all and cut it off from this mysterious family of annoying interlopers at the far end.
There it ends.
James6112 said:
Had a lovely dream last night
My grandmother (passed away around 2001) had her arm around me. Every trouble I have disappears. Quite emotional recounting this.
Weird things dreams.
Grandma's handsMy grandmother (passed away around 2001) had her arm around me. Every trouble I have disappears. Quite emotional recounting this.
Weird things dreams.
Clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands
Used to issue out a warning
She'd say, Billy don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Soothed a local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
Used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands
Used to lift her face and tell her
She'd say, Baby, grandma understands
That you really love that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
Picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands
Boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, Matty don' you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didn' drop no apple core
But I don't have grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands
Hmm-mmh
I don't know about the best one.
But last night I dreamt that I was managing a hotel that was in the process of being closed down.
The building was owned by Donald Trump. My town's token hot barmaid - acting on Mr Trump's behalf - was trying to persuade me to take in a wallaby, and care for it in the hotel once it closed.
I was demanding to know what was in it for her if I did.
But last night I dreamt that I was managing a hotel that was in the process of being closed down.
The building was owned by Donald Trump. My town's token hot barmaid - acting on Mr Trump's behalf - was trying to persuade me to take in a wallaby, and care for it in the hotel once it closed.
I was demanding to know what was in it for her if I did.
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