Weird Dream Sharing

Furry_sl said:

I don't have reoccurring dreams, but I do have reoccurring themes in my dreams.
A common one I've never been able to understand is where I have a pet, and it slowly shrinks in size. I keep trying to put it somewhere safe because I'm afraid I'll step on it or something similar. Eventually it gets eaten by bugs.

Someone explain to me what the fuck its sposed to mean, as this has happened at least 50 times in my dreams.

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There's something in your life that you care for deeply and fear that you are not able to protect it.

Every time I stop smoking pot - after about a week or so - I begin to have 4 to 5 vivid dreams a night that I'll remember when I wake up. Unfortunately, for the past two years, they all mostly have the same recurring theme of me being in danger because someone, or some people, or some thing is trying to hurt/kill me. It could be just some random guy, could be aliens or monsters, could be 1920's era mobsters...it's different every night. Sometimes they are incredibly stressful and scary, and sometimes they are pretty cool because I'm able to kick some serious ass and stop or kill whoever or whatever is coming after me. I wish I knew wtf it all meant - I have never felt like I'm in any danger in real life and I am generally a fairly stress free individual. Maybe I just get all my stress out at night time when I'm having these fucked up dreams?

Then when I start smoking again I continue to have vivid dreams for about a month, but the dreams are totally random or funny and stress-free. After that month, the dreams more or less stop completely insofar as me being able to remember them when I wake up goes.

Seems like a fear or an anxiousness of the unknown to me. But take that's for what it's worth.

Volto!_sl said:

Every time I stop smoking pot - after about a week or so - I begin to have 4 to 5 vivid dreams a night that I'll remember when I wake up. Unfortunately, for the past two years, they all mostly have the same recurring theme of me being in danger because someone, or some people, or some thing is trying to hurt/kill me. It could be just some random guy, could be aliens or monsters, could be 1920's era mobsters...it's different every night. Sometimes they are incredibly stressful and scary, and sometimes they are pretty cool because I'm able to kick some serious ass and stop or kill whoever or whatever is coming after me. I wish I knew wtf it all meant - I have never felt like I'm in any danger in real life and I am generally a fairly stress free individual. Maybe I just get all my stress out at night time when I'm having these fucked up dreams?

Then when I start smoking again I continue to have vivid dreams for about a month, but the dreams are totally random or funny and stress-free. After that month, the dreams more or less stop completely insofar as me being able to remember them when I wake up goes.

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Couple of days ago I was having a really vivid dream and things started to go bad.

The walls to the room started to get dark. People started to get demented and distorted. Everything started to go weird but I was conscious that I was dreaming. I was trying to fight the "nightmare" before it started. Then I'm in my room and the room is literally twisting around and I sit on the bed to try and get my barings.
I feel something in the room with me.
I can see anything straight. I feel like there's a claw on my brain trying to get control of me, and take my control away from the dream. It's trying to take my sanity. I'm fighting it.
The only thing that is clear in the room is a candle in a glass candle holder on the night stand.
I feel like all of this whatever it is, it's coming from that point in the room.
I feel sluggish and my motor skills are shit. It takes every ounce of my concentration to put my hand over the candle holder to try and block the oxygen to the flame.
I can feel my hand burning,there is pain, but I keep my hand there blocking the air to the flame.
It's just a dream, I tell myself, the pain isn't real.
The candle goes out... and I wake up.

When I woke up I thought I heard a loud bang and oddly, my dog jumped off the bed.

I've had variations of the same two dreams for years.

1) I wake up late for a university exam final because my alarm doesn't go off, miss the exam, and end up flunking out of university. This despite the fact I haven't been in uni for like 20 years.

2) Variations of trying to "get somewhere" close but never being able to reach it because of a constant chain of unfortunate events. It's usually needing to be on the on the other side of town and missing the bus, getting mugged along the way, getting lost in a familiar area, losing my wallet, not being able to find an ATM to pay for cab fare, etc.. The destination is always within reach but nevertheless is always unattainable. Fucking weird and I've had this same type of dream for years.

There were some mounted fish that had blown off a vehicle and were beside the road so i pick them up and spend hours strapping them to my roof, i get to my destination and they've all blown off except the shittiest one.

Not really a weird dream in itself, but a funny occurence that happened to me once..

I had a really vivid dream that I was on the run from the police for a murder (I don't remember dreaming about the actual murder at all, but I had watched some police drama show the evening before so that must have been the source of it).. I felt framed for it and was on the run, kept running into coworkers everywhere I went, who tried to help me get away from the police..

Then I woke up.

I feel pretty terrible because I feel like I just spent the whole night running away, and stressed out as fuck.

I get ready for work, I take the car and drive there. While I'm in traffic, a police car is right behind me. For like 20 minutes, keeps following me. At this point, I'm still a little uneasy and weird about that vivid dream, so it's kinda awkward but whatever.

I get to work, and the feeling dissipates eventually.

Then the same day, I'm at my desk when a coworker comes to me and says a police officer would like to see me and ask me some questions.

My heart pretty much skips a beat, I must look like a rabbit in fucking headlights at this point. Turns out the officer wanted to ask for some information about some customers we'd had in the past, like addresses and phone numbers and stuff related to ongoing investigations.

That was a weird ass day.

I had an odd dream last night, feelings and emotions quite different to others I have.

In my dream, I was in a supermarket just doing some shopping. And as I'd got there, I saw a lady, kind of 'urban-hippy' / SJW type with 2 pet Potbelly pigs. It was like I kind of knew of her story, that she had these 2 pigs as support creatures which gave her the 'right' to bring them into a shop. They weren't small cute things, they were like the size of a Rotweiler (sp?)

Looked like this:


And so on seeing her with them, I was rolling my eyes. So I go into one aisle, she's over in the next one. But she's doing very little to control these pigs. Before long they take it into their minds to run around. She's doing nothing to stop them. They end up picking me out and are rushing up and down past me like excited dogs. They slow and get near to me and I try to push / shove them away. In trying to do that, I get bitten, it's only some small bites on my fingers . . . it's nothing hard, them trying to be playful in a stupid way. But its the whole notion of now my hand has been in these gross slobbery pig's mouth.

SO that's fucking it! I go into rage mode. I pushed them away properly now and I remember grabbing a product from the shelf to throw at one of them, it was a small solid glass jar of stuff that I was getting ready to fully throw at them. Urban-hippy lady has final worked out that something is wrong and comes around the corner, angry at me, but I'm in no mood for this and I go off at her and am now fully yelling at her. For bringing these animals in / her having some bullshit reasons for needing them etc etc.

The feelings I had felt very real, the dream kinda ended but when I woke, the fingers on my hands felt sort of numb. Odd.

Maybe one day I'll, be brave enough to, share my dream. I'll just add that i did everything to try and conjure that unfinished experience, in another dream, for years.

The Edge said:

So what in your life are you putting off doing out of fear of failure?

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Sounds like his wife's friends.

@a_skeleton_03 time to suggest a slumber party to your wife. Oh... If she asks for the occasion, just reply; "The cumming of tomorrow, of course"

I have recurring dreams of a bathroom when I need to go piss during the night. It's always the same weird bathroom. Think normal stall height, but the toilets are jacked up to be flush with the top of the stall walls, always clogged and overflowing, and it's a huge bathroom, dozens of toilets.

I sometimes have a recurring dream of my high school in Pennsylvania, but I think that's more because I really liked the layout of that school, and it had interior hallways compared to the highschool in Florida which was all exterior.

And sex dreams of course.

On the marijuana topic, I've done a few edibles in the past and can honestly say I didn't dream at all those nights, just dead sleep. My smoker friends never have/remember dreams.

For the people that were trying to quit smoking.
Chantix side effects were strange and out of the norm dreams.

Plane crashes. A recurring dream since about the age of 8, 9 (first time I went on a plane was at that age, getting shipped down to the grandparents in Florida.) Dozens and dozens of plane crashes.

Sometimes its a military airplane that took off from the local base and crashes nose down in the park across the street. Knocks down the trees, sets all the houses on the fire. Other times its a dream where I'm laying in bed and hear the noise of an oncoming plane engine up 'til the point where it crashes through the roof.
Planes crashing in fields, over highways, into places I went to school or worked at. One time it was a fucking space shuttle that came down in the side-yard. A Concorde slamming into the cooling towers at the power plant across the river.
Being inside passenger jets when they crash. Planes banking for final approach and the plane rips in half down the middle so i can see the rows of people and chairs falling out. I even had a dream once where I was a passenger inside that wormhole transporter from the Stephen King short story. Yep, it crashes.

Shit sucks.

I had an odd dream about a guy I had met maybe half a dozen times maybe 25-30 years ago. His brother was part owner of the comany I worked for. No idea why I had a dream involving him.

I should have paid more attention. I looked him up finally and he died 3 years ago. I knew he was very well off from integrated circuits. Had no idea.

Leonce John "L.J." Sevin Jr.'s Obituary on Dallas Morning News

Helping to start Compaq Computer Corporation in 1982 was one of the fund's earliest successes.

Sevin Rosen was involved in providing venture capital to many other technology companies, including Lotus Development Corporation, Electronic Arts, Citrix, Ciena, Cyrix and Cypress Semiconductor. L.J. was a director of the Institute of Technology at Southern Methodist University, the A. B. Freeman School of Business at Tulane University, the Bulova Watch Company and the Trade Policy Committee of the Semiconductor Industry Association.

A few weeks ago I had a dream where I was walking around my home and being attacked by giant mosquito's. They were stalking me around the place. Then, they'd dart in real fast. I fought most of them off, but one got it's sucker in my right arm just below the elbow. I grabbed the sucker, stomped it to death, and then slowly ripped the sucker out.

Just as it was clear a second mosquito caught me while I was distracted. It stabbed me through my right eye. As I was fighting it off I woke up.

Fuck mosquito's.

To go in on what some others say...

For years all sexual dreams where... censored - I never clearly saw nips or pussy - like a Barbi doll...

Now that does not happen as much. However I never cum in dreams - ever

Also I have the guilt of being married in my dreams as described by others here - I rarely have sex with not my wife in dreams, and when I do - it's just a different form of my wife -in the dream world.

My wife however says she cums all the time in her dreams and fucks freely- although "it's usually you"