Chiomara

Dreamed I was walking through the neighborhood my childhood friend used to live in. I always dream of this neighborhood; usually they're nightmares. I saw Keith there-- the older brother of said friend. He was terrible to us as children-- sadistic, even. But now, he was gentle and kind. His head was shaved, he was very pale and he flew around, talking about his father. He explained that his father had molested him regularly. I told him that I knew, though I hadn't known then. We felt linked now, for some reason, and he followed me as I continued walking toward an empty lot. A boy who looked quite familiar was there; he explained he was a sort of a part of Francisco (an ex of mine), or a part of his psyche rather. He looked like a younger version of him. He spoke slowly and smiled often; he explained various things I had been vexed about regarding the dissolution of our relationship and his radio silence. I then had to leave. I ended up in a classroom; there was a male professor there, in his 30s perhaps, and after class he gave me a pornographic video of himself. Not a terribly exciting dream I suppose.

Key

The last dream I can remember had something to do with a man in my house. I remember very specifically that there was a man standing at my door to my bedroom. However I could not recognize his face, nor did he talk. All I remember is that he was there. He never moved. He never strayed from his spot. He then proceeded to speak a few minutes later, but his voice was so faint that it sounded like he was outside. So of course, what did I do? I ran outside. I then woke up the next morning very tired and a feeling of unease took over my body. I knew what had happened, but it did not feel like a dream. This happened a little while ago. Since then, I've been very weary about anything I hear at night.

Chiomara

Dreamed I was in a hotel. My very presence there was such bad luck that everyone was nearly getting killed and stumbling into freak accidents. One girl was caught between the stairwell and some object protruding from the wall-- just hanging there while her head and arms thrashed violently. So, I shut myself in the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, pulled an egg out of my pocket and glided it all over my face and body. (dream-me was only vaguely knowledgeable about the egg cleansing practice used by traditional healers in Mexico, I guess) Immediately after this, a rubbery, yellowish webbing appeared all over my face-- I peeled it off, and it was so very thick that I was momentarily elated, thinking maybe my entire face would peel off. No such luck, though.
After this, things were a bit more normal (less frequent freak accidents) but I felt mildly possessed, and kept doing dangerous things like perching on the railing of a balcony that was several stories high, hoping I'd fall and die.

The Batlord

Freud would have a good chuckle at that.

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Key

I woke up this morning and realized I didn't dream last night. All I remember is looking at a blackness the whole night. No signs of anything. Does this happen to anyone else?

Thelonious Monkey

Sometimes you don't dream. That's normal.

grindy

People always dream, sometimes one just doesn't remember.

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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.

djchameleon

This!

We have so many dreams in one night but rarely remember them.

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

rostasi

Last night, I dreamt I was a butterfly.
This morning, I realized I'm really a
butterfly dreaming I'm fluttering by.

grindy

I dreamt I was skateboarding through our city at night and attacked by a bunch of skateboarding ninjas.
90s as ****.

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A smell of petroleum prevails throughout.