Weird Dreams of the Night

Dreams and me are weird. I usually remember what I dream each night.

Sometimes it’s a common dream. I’m at school again and can’t remember what class to go too, or I forgot my back pack/can’t find it. Other times, my car gets stolen. constantly :).

Sometimes I’m a guest actor in a movie or TV show, a nd go to a convention, and none of my cast mates remember me.

Last night was a really weird one. I was ‘awake’ but other people’s dreams where coming to life as ghostly images. Someone was dreaming that housewives from 50’s and 60’s sitcoms where doing their house cleaning with vacumes. Another person was dreaming about a team of Ninja Basketball players. a third person was dreaming about an opera, only this had action and sci fi stars in it like Spock and Arnold signing with roman head gear. very weird.

a few nights before, I dreamt I was at the jersey shore…but somehow could see NYC off in the distance. there, was the Stay Puft Marshmellow man, and we where so scared he would make his way here. he eventually somehow did, but before he could do any damage, he splattered himself, saving the town. go figure.

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I have a recurring dream that I can’t find a public bathroom with doors on the stalls. Most of my dreams consist of me trying to convince someone who has wronged me that they did something bad, and them ignoring me. Or the ones where I’ve got a Master’s degree and I got sent back to highschool because it turns out I didn’t have one or two credits, and they are going to chain-revoke all of my diplomas if I don’t finish them. I once had a dream that ended with a chimpanzee trying to perform a transfusion of its green blood to save a dying man. Do I have to spell out that most of my dreams are nightmares?2

I find that most dreams translate into an expression of a particular anxiety… not always a specific cause, just the anxiety itself (fear of abandonment, fear of being taken advantage of, etc.). And it isn’t always obvious which anxiety is at fault. That model would likely apply to a lot of your dreams. But the dreaming-other-peoples’-dreams dream… that is lovely, and sounds more like your sleeping brain was being creative (and meta).

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Last night I had a depressing dream that I let down my friend Buffy. (Yes, the vampire slayer.)

I was a friend of hers, and she was getting married. (I don’t know to whom.) I was supposed to make a scrapbook dedicated to her for the event. (IRL I’ve never made a scrapbook in my life, but I was the go-to guy for this apparently.)

I put together a bunch of interesting stuff for it, but I kept putting off actually doing it and eventually to my horror I found out that the day of the wedding had arrived and I hadn’t even started. I was frantically trying to get everything together to do it, but I just couldn’t find anything I needed or get my act together. Two hours before the wedding I took Willow aside (she was going to be the maid of honor, I guess) and told her there would be no scrapbook. She was concerned but not angry. I told her I was going to go away and never show my face again, because you can’t let somebody down like that and then just show up to their wedding. It was then that my alarm went off and I woke up.

It was surprisingly disturbing for such an objectively silly dream topic. I remember at one point saying to myself that none of this will matter because it’s only a dream… but then convincing myself that it wasn’t because Buffy is my friend, dammit.

I’m not much of a dreamer, but I do remember today’s dream being about a director and a producer arguing over the handling of a show that I’m pretty sure only I remember watching (Russian Roulette if that rings any bells).

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I dreamt somebody loved me and felt her arms around me. No hope or harm but another false alarm.

No crying in my dream, though.

Kill Me Eye Roll GIF

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Oh, it’s always the same old thing: when I go to sleep without alcohol I have vivid dreams.

They’re all weird. I have written descriptions of some of them that are absolutely bizarre.

But, to me, the sign of a good night’s rest are vivid dreams.

Last night, it seemed, in dream-time, anyway, that I spent twelve hours fitting up a discarded computer to act as a router for a little home network. Not an impossible dream, but it was very detailed, especially the parts where I was instructed to just use a pre-fab Heathkit-style linux combo with TUI or some other guided installation.

It was an interrociter-type thing, IIRC days afterwards.