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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 12:23 pm
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Those of us who sleep once in a while tend to have 'em. Some of us, like me, can have lucid dreams. It can be kinda hard to talk about our dreams from time to time, so let's talk about them. I'll start.
Last night I dreamed that I was on the bus, wearing nothing but my skivvies. I was mainly embarrassed because I wasn't wearing my hat, so I pretended to be wearing an invisible hat. I'd brush it off, reshape it and tip it to people as need would be. That, of course, convinced the other passengers that I was a lunatic. When I realized I was dreaming and started controlling some details, things got so weird I can't even remember clearly.
So, yeah, assuming you can keep it PG13, tell us about your dreams.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:24 pm
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I write down a lot of my dreams, so I can remember them.
Last night was very strange . . .
Ok, so my mom's boyfriend's brother and his wife had twins back in September. I was taking care of one of them. But he was tiny, like the size of a thimble. (babies are often the size of a thimble in my dreams). And I was worried that I was going to suffocate him. I had him in my pocket, and I was on the computer, talking to my sister. And I lost track of time, and when I checked on him, he wasn't breathing. So I ran up to his dad, crying, and told him. He was way to calm about it, although there was worry on his face. And we went to this scary hospital, my whole family and his too. I knew that this hospital was doing bad things, for some reason. That they were stealing, or that there patients were criminals. And I tried to warn everybody, and I was very cautious and freaking out if anyone touched me. My mother and I had a fright while walking down a hallway, so we ran to an exit. And the doors for the patients rooms were partly open, and I could feel evil eyes watching me. When we got outside, halfway home, my mother broke her leg, so I had to bring her back to the hospital. They didn't make her better, but we went home. And I couldn't stop crying, I was crying constantly, because I killed that baby (the hospital didn't save him, like I expected).
There's some other things after that part of the dream, but I think I've gone far enough.
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 11:36 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 3:37 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 12:51 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 21, 2009 3:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 5:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 2:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 4:03 pm
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