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[Thietris]

Last night I dreamt I met an old friend in my local town. The weather was fair so we decided to go on a picnic. He led the way to the outskirts of the town, and I realised that I hadn't been that way for some years. We walked along a path that wound through trees bordering the the main road. We crossed the road, and walked down a narrow footpath with a high wall on the right. Yes, the area was coming back to me as somewhere pleasant I used to visit many years ago.

We turned a corner and found ourselves in beautiful countryside. On the left was a valley, with wooded hills beyond. It all seemed so familiar, and I knew now where my friend was making for - a viewpoint just up ahead with a large grassy area ideal for a picnic. How on earth could I have forgotten about this magnificent spot!

However, on arriving at our destination, we found that a large modern house had been built, and the picnic area was now a lawn. The owner was mowing the lawn as we approached, so we decided to walk further along the path, feeling a little disappointed.

Then I woke up, reminiscing on the pleasant familiarity of those past events. But as I thought about it all - the old friend, the familiar town and the much-loved walk to the picnic site - it suddenly dawned on me that none of them had ever existed.

[Thietris]

Last night I dreamt I met an old friend in my local town. The weather was fair so we decided to go on a picnic. He led the way to the outskirts of the town, and I realised that I hadn't been that way for some years. We walked along a path that wound through trees bordering the the main road. We crossed the road, and walked down a narrow footpath with a high wall on the right. Yes, the area was coming back to me as somewhere pleasant I used to visit many years ago.

We turned a corner and found ourselves in beautiful countryside. On the left was a valley, with wooded hills beyond. It all seemed so familiar, and I knew now where my friend was making for - a viewpoint just up ahead with a large grassy area ideal for a picnic. How on earth could I have forgotten about this magnificent spot!

However, on arriving at our destination, we found that a large modern house had been built, and the picnic area was now a lawn. The owner was mowing the lawn as we approached, so we decided to walk further along the path, feeling a little disappointed.

Then I woke up, reminiscing on the pleasant familiarity of those past events. But as I thought about it all - the old friend, the familiar town and the much-loved walk to the picnic site - it suddenly dawned on me that none of them had ever existed.

[DebbieDec2003]

I often dream of falling. I wake up paniced (sp?) and scared. My parents live on the 9th floor of a condo building and I can't look over the edge. Bad vertigo if I do.

Thanks for sharing Thietris!

[Speedyserd]

For me, my dreams vary. They can include people I know (like friends of mine) or people that my mind randomly makes up (one distinct person I can recall is a teenage boy named Vladimir, and that was when I was about 16 years old). When I am stressed or extremely nervous, I dream what I am stressed/nervous about. Usually, that is schoolwork (like problem sets, projects, or exams). However, this past Sunday, I kept on dreaming about my race that I was to run in 8 hours... luckily, I won the race in real life.
But majority of my dreams are just random. I once tried to explain a dream to my mom, and she tells me to stop reading Stephen King novels (at that point in time, I hadn't read one in a year or so). Someone else suggested that I stop eating spicy food before I go to bed (even though I don't eat spicy food in general).
In short, my dreams are weird. I'll record the next weird one I have.

[Thietris]

Well done on winning the race, Speedy!

I think my dreams could be described as weird. A lot of them can be grouped into themes. For instance, there's the toilet - sorry, restroom - theme. I suppose we've all had those dreams where we want to "go". But I've had dreams where the room itself holds a fascination.

For instance, in one dream I went to the "oldest loo in England". (Oh, the American tourists would have loved it.) It was in a cave in the county of Dorset, on the south coast. It was small and dark, and I remember stooping through this cramped space trying to find the faciilities.

Often the white porcelain structures themselves are significant. I went into one gentlemen's convenience on board ship - the room was vast, like a maze, and completely devoid of people. There was just row upon row of of gleaming white fittings, stretching out in every direction. I was spoilt for choice.

[Speedyserd]

Thanks Thietris. It was conference championships, so it was a big race for me and I'm still a little bit in shock from it. lol.

But my 'weirdest' dream:
I'm a teenage girl. I live with a younger brother, mother, father, and grandparents in this large, old house in this neighborhood where the other houses are of the same style. Across the street from my house are fields people could play in. The road loops around in a U shape, and we were midway up one of the sides of the road.
It's around Christmas time, for there was snow on the ground and a Christmas party was going on in a house further down the same side of the U street as my house, but closer to where the road meets the main roads.
There was an argument going on between my mother and younger brother. You see, my younger brother had been acting weird lately: he somehow had the tendency to fall off the third floor landing and land in the basement... even though the basement wasn't visible from the third floor. My mother was crying, claiming it was all her fault and my bother was angry. The rest of the family, including me, leave the house. I go across the street were some kids are playing soccer and the rest of the family goes to the party.
For someodd reason, I turn around and look back at my house when I am at the field.
The front face of my house has a series of windows on it, all directly in a line of one another. I look back at the house, and suddenly, I see two figures inside the house (one taller than the other), doing a pencil dive from the third floor landing and heading towards the ground floor and basement (you can see all of this through the windows)...
When the figures approach the ground floor, the house explodes.
I look at the house to the left of my 'former' house. Since the houses have the same architecture, they too have the same window arrangement, and I saw a figure fall down from the third floor landing to the basement, and that house exploded.
I ran to the house that had the party and yelled on how houses were exploding/catching on fire. I could see my grandfather being wheeled out and everyone one following.
I then run outside to see where the next exploding house was...

And the dream is over.
Feel free to explain that one to me...

[Thietris]

I hope you celebrated your win appropriately Speedy.

Very interesting dream. Perhaps there was an explosive situation in your family and you had a part in trying to save the situation.

I'll tell you one of my scariest dreams. When I was at university I had a room in one of the colleges. In the mornings the cleaning lady used to come round to tidy up the rooms, empty the bins, make the beds etc.

I was asleep in my room one night when I was woken by a sound in the corridor. It sounded like the cleaning lady doing her rounds. It must have been later than I thought and I'd overslept. So I just sat up in bed and waited for her to come in. There came the familiar knock at the door, followed by the jangling of keys.

But then there was silence. Absolute silence. I stared at the closed door and a feeling of evil crept over me. I knew something bad was behind that door. I waited. Eventually, in silence, the door swung open, very very slowly. The opening into the corridor was utterly black. The feeling of evil intensified as I stared at that black rectangular opening. Suddenly there was a noise and something ran into the room. It was a black dragon, about the size of a large dog. I could see its scaly skin and wings. It was panting noisily and it ran up to the window, just beside my bed. I cowered away in fear. I think it was at that point that I (actually) woke up.

[marae]

One of the scariest dreams I ever had was when I was about five years old. It may sound silly now, but to a five-year-old it was terrifying.

I was standing in the kitchen, next to the kitchen table. My sister's high chair was there. It was taller than I was, of course, and covered in red plastic. Very cheerful red plastic. In my dream, there was something sitting in her high chair.

Speedy, you're too young to remember, and I have no idea if they ever showed them in the UK, but there used to be these animated commercials for M&M's. Not the cgi ones they have now, but old-style line-drawn animation. There were the plain M&M's, and the peanut M&M's, and they would jump into a swimming pool of chocolate, then come out and be "covered by a thin candy shell." Presumably in various colors, but I was seeing the commercials on a black and white TV (and that long ago they probably were black and white anyway). After covering themselves, the two M&M's would SMILE at you. It was this guy's smile, but with the eyes wide and unblinking. It was SCARY.

In my dream, a VERY LARGE, red plain M&M was sitting in my sister's high chair, and it was SMILING with that smile.

I saw it, and suddenly I froze. I fell down on the floor, and I couldn't move. I tried to call for Mom, but I couldn't get any sound to come out. I called again and again, and finally I woke up, and only then was I was able to call for her. And I was thirsty. My throat was so dry, it's no wonder I couldn't get any sound to come out of it. She brought me water and comforted me and I went back to sleep, but I've never forgotten that dream.

[Speedyserd]

Woah, never remembered any dream from THAT far back!
If anything...
(thinks for a moment) I think the earliest dream I remember was when I was around 10 (maybe 8, but I don't know) involved Michael Jordan being in my kitchen, offering me a peanut. And I bit his finger.
End of dream.

[marae]

I actually was probably younger than five, come to think of it. Probably four. My sister is three years younger than I am, and I don't expect she was still using the high chair at two. I remember at least two other dreams from around the same time. I'll write them another time, maybe.