Someone Else's: I always forget my dreams when I'm over at my friend's because she keeps elbowing me in the ribs to stop me from snoring. She, however, dreamed last night that she was performing at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem with two very beautiful black women. Her number was supposed to be "I'll know when my loe comes along ..." from Guys and Dolls. The two black women had microphones, however, while she did not. She felt this was unfair but was hesitant to make a stink about it.
posted by Blind Tangerine Jones at 3:40 PM

Last night I dreamed that I was at a party hosted by a beautiful black girl who had made her dress by wrapping ribbon around herself.
posted by guest poster at 12:31 PM

Here's my dream of tonight:

I get called to do an interpreting assignment in a beachtown resort, a very unusual location for conferences. I'm supposed to interpret at the National Meeting of Communications University Departments. I feel happy about going because there is this man in town who wants to have sex with me. At the same time, I am afraid that the dean of my Communications Department is going to be in the conference. (reality connection: I used to screw the dean, but we had problems in bed, or rather I had problems in bed because he had a very small penis, I mean microscopic, really). It's raining buckets so it gets too late to drive all the way down there. I feel annoyed because I wanted to have sex that evening. I drive the next morning and the first person I see at the conference is this man who wants to have sex with me. I want to french-kiss him but he kisses me without putting his tongue in my mouth and says we have to get to know each other better. Later we kiss again, but I feel disgusted at his kiss.

posted by guest poster at 8:22 AM

Well just as you are starting to fall asleep and your body has went through the first stage but you are still alert. and then as you attempt to move your body is held down by an extreme force and you can't speak, and then all of the sudden a loud noise stats ringing in your ear and an exceptionally bright light is shown on occasion, and then all of the sudden your free and the fear was so bad your drenched in sweat and the tips of your fingers tingling so bad it hurts, and your thoughts are foggy and all you can do is get up and run from your sleeping area. well i get that every night
posted by guest poster at 3:11 AM

you know when you wake up, hit snooze on the alarm clock and do just that-snooze. then wake up again and realise you have had a dream in the ten minute snooze. Well this moning i dreamt that i was in a farm for some random reason that want explained. The farmer was my bu driver - stuart - who is rather rank and sounds very much like a typical farmer. I then said something about doing work experience on the farm, contemplated it and then decided not to as my hands would get too cold!!!! (p.s i am currently trying to organise work experience somewhere connected with psychology)!!!!
posted by guest poster at 12:27 PM

I am living with my former girlfriend in a huge mansion. She lives at one end and I live at the other, so we get along well. She is unemployed and needs money, however, so one night I am woken up by sounds of a a party in the next room. I stumble out in my pyjamas to find that she has turned the room into an art gallery and is having an opening. I am kind of angry, but she pleads poverty, so I agree to let her do it. She starts having larger and larger events in the house: she opens a disco, hosts big lectures and press conferences, books a professional basketball game and the Barnum and Bailey Circus, and finally winds up having 100,000 guests over to watch the Super Bowl being played in our back yard! I wake up feeling tired because in the dream I can never get any sleep, what with the elephants and marching bands and all. I really feel taken advantage of, obviously, but I grudgingly admire her initiative.
posted by guest poster at 8:49 AM

I'm following a group of Norwegians through a snow-covered valley.Soon we reach a small cabin.It seems like we are gliding not running.We want to enter the cabin, but an unknown person crosses our path and we change our direction.We leap over extremly wide pits or shafts in the ground with remarkable ease.We approach an edge of the forrest and enter it.The forrest has an almost mountainous terrain.Soon we reach a beautiful spot in the middle of the forrest.It is clear of trees.One of the Norwegians says that he would like to build a house here.Another one exclaims;"If you won't, I will."Our quest now becomes clear to me;we need to enter some kind of fortress and the forrest is the easiest way in.The other Norwegians enter a white lift in the middle of the hill.They ask me to enter.I refuse.I exit the forrest and find myself in front of smooth walls, quite high.But low enough to see that someone is firing cannonballs at my Norwegian village. The cannonballs are being fired from someone inside the fortress.I enter the fortress through wide gates. I have a serpentine dagger with a golden blade hidden in my sleeve.One of the women in the fortress recognizes me and i drop my dagger. It bounces of the ground. One of the men challenges me to a duel.I accept his challenge and fight him with an enlarged version of the dagger. He wounds me in the left shoulder.(END OF DREAM).

Marko from Croatia.
P.S. I would really appreciate if someone would analyse this dream, and, maybe, post the explanation to sizif@hi.hinet.hr
Thank you
posted by guest poster at 5:04 AM

The dream last night was the weirdest yet. First, I was doing large amounts of coke (in the dream, not real life!)..then me and a group of people I know only through blogs were all standing in a circle, saying things like we were posting, and then the rest of us would comment on what the others were saying.
posted by guest poster at 11:26 PM

I was in a round room, 50 yards across, with plush red velvet walls and a tall red velvet centerpiece about 20 ft. around. There was a huge baby of 400 lbs. Floating at eye level. It had one large upper tooth set in a screaming mouth. His arms and legs outstretched, his hands like scorpion claws, threatening. His feet like lobster claws, snapping. I ran around the room , barely out of his reach, for what seemed like an eternity.
When I awoke I was so shook up I decided to get a vasectomy, and soon I did just that.
Big Bang
posted by guest poster at 10:21 AM

Last night I dreamt that my boyfriend was telling me over and over how much he loves me. That is all. Strange, because we don't really discuss the whole love thing hardly at all. (side note: I had this dream while sleeping next to my boyfriend)
posted by guest poster at 1:22 AM

Dream I had at the age of five, recently remembered:

I am walking hand in hand with a pale little girl through a park in Los Angeles near the La Brea Tar Pits, where prehistoric creatures got trapped in the oily goo. She says to me, "You have that power, don't you? Show it to me." I say no, I can't, it's a bad power and it scares me. Some boys come and try to rob us and beat us up, though, so I use the power: everything turns to the blackest night, and their bodies dissolve into a pile of bones in a pool of tar. She looks at me with wide eyes and says, in a voice filled with awe: "You have the power to turn them into BONES."
posted by Blind Tangerine Jones at 9:03 AM

this is a dream i had after breaking up with bt

i'm at the beach house, over by the pool overlooking the S.Sebastiao channel. Suddenly the sea swells up vertically some 90 mts, and washes away the house, the chaise-longues, everything, immediately receding to its former level. I start looking everywhere for my daughter but I can't find her. I know that the sea took her away from me. I'm desperate but I hope I can find her alive. I go down to Barequeçaba beach and I find my baby on the shallow waters, her face is turned towards the sand and her body is all puffy. I pick her up, she is dead. I wake up crying.

this dream was analysed. a couple of days before somebody had said to me: "you have no reason to be blue". a week before a helicopter had crashed on Maresias with a famous model and a multimillionaire. She drowned, he swam to shore. The same person had said to me "now, the model's mother, she has good reason to be sad". the dream means: permission granted to feel grief.
posted by guest poster at 10:22 AM

get on an airplane to france. realize it's going to bosnia, too late, can't get off. all of a sudden my chair is the nose of the airplane, exposed. cool, i think, until the plane starts taking off and the wind starts bending my glasses against my face. inside again. showing a high-class pretty lady pictures of white sailboats on my camera. a band starts playing towards the front of the plane. interesting, they usually don't have live entertainment. it's basement jaxx, and the petite, hot black girl is doing her dance in the feathers and whatnot :blank: suddenly by train tracks that lead into a huge hole in a mountain. upon the tracks sits a huge saturn v rocket. they're running tests, and a stereotypical, grey-haired, fit and smart astronaut guy is explaining how they're working on producing more thrust. the rocket ignites and shoots off into the hole in the mountain :blank: in a space-shuttle simulator. a cool girl is piloting a remote worker robot through a 3d, zero-gravity warehouse to retrieve some cargo. neat. want to try that :blank: outside the shuttle, in a huge room with fake stars that the shuttle is suspended in the middle of. 'flying' around in a simulated EVA suit at the end of a long robotic arm. girl is too. shoot towards her, we collide, embrace, start spinning, still 'floating' around the inside of the room. notice there's a opening up at the top of the room where lots of tourists are watching.
posted by guest poster at 12:57 AM

recurring; unfortunately:
-foreshadow-
i was waiting at the beachfront cafe for but a few minutes. sea breeze, early evening, sun just beginning to hang low; idyllic. up the beach a ways, i catch sight of the woman i married. i decide to get up and meet her halfway.
-/foreshadow-
the following always goes something to this effect:

me: so, why are we here again?

her: *gently slaps my face, takes my hand* lets go for a walk..

*walking amongst sea and sand, arm around the other, side by side..*

her: you didn't actually mean that question, did you?

me: -some smarmy remark about it being our anniversary-

and then i grab her, swing her aroung playfully in the air, and we kiss. pretty damn disgustingly cheezy-movie plot dream, right? to you.
by the way, i became a quadriplegic just over three years ago.
the girl is real. we had the most intense friendship for over four years. and we, separately, were both terrified of what would happen if we confessed anything more. but one day [a thursday, to be exact], everything clicked; no more kidding ourselves..
guess what happened that sunday.

i dont sleep much.
posted by guest poster at 12:58 PM

It was really nice of Sean to add me! I was just curious about doing the same for one of my blogs, how it would work. I think I arrived her via Jay Cross's Internet Time site, he's a source of mine. But it helped me remember my dream last night.
posted by Blind Tangerine Jones at 10:50 AM

My grandmother, who is ninety-five and afflicted with Alzheimer's in "real" life, pulls up in a Mercedes Benz like the one driven by the Nazi dentist in Marathon man and kidnaps me from Little Italy in New York, insisting that I go on a road trip with her. She is dressed to kill, like Bette Davis in her heyday, chain-smoking and nipping from a hip-flask as we start driving down "Route 365" and listening to radio station KIFKIF (this is a reference to the Fassbinder movie Ali: Fear Eats The Soul), which plays Johnny Cash doing "Ghost Riders in the Sky" and selections by the "National Modern Rhythm and Blues Rubik's Cube," who really really rock. Her hair is back to its original flaming red. The landscape looks like Georgia O'Keefe paintings of New Mexico, all jumbled up, but when I ask her where we are going, she starts babbling drunkenly, "Missouri-Kentucky, Miserucky! F---y-Sucky, Tennesee Stud! Tycoon, Montana!" and other things I can't remember.

Suddenly I realize that my grandfather is sitting in the back seat like some kind of Bond villain. This really blows my mind because my grandfather has been dead since 1992. "Yeah, but you never saw the corpse, now did you?" says my grandmother. This blows my mind -- but I looked him up in the Social Security Death Registry, I protest -- and then makes me really angry, but my grandfather starts to explain in a soft voice that the purpose of the trip was to bring us together for a conversation. He is the same little old man of this picture I found of him recently, in his University of Missouri football hat, skinny, bald, frail, big ears with tufts of white hair sticking out of them, thick glasses. But he's completely lucid and serene, and having a bit of a gentle laugh at my expense about the hoax that's been pulled on me. This wiseass attitude makes me angrier, but he apologizes and says it really could not be avoided. Secrecy laws.

He starts to tell me a really long story about his experiences in WWII, which include the fact that he was sent in to Italy to impersonate the poet Ezra Pound on the radio, and actually wrote a lot of Pound's poetry. My grandmother starts fidgeting as the old man drones on in a gentle voice, and finally brakes to a halt and says, "Don't you piss on my upholstery! Get out and pee in the bushes." He obeys, and she peels out, leaving him there in the desert, and puts the pedal to the metal, which scares me a lot, the speedometer glass breaks like in a cartoon. I decide to wait a half an hour before saying anything. Why this seems like the right thing to do I don't know. Then I say "We can't leave him there! He's trying to tell me something important!"

She just pulls off at the next exit, which takes us to a missile-silo-shopping-mall-pillow-factory complex. She starts driving crazily through the mall and all around the grounds. She turns and says, "Aw, hell, you can't get away from the old bastard anyway. He's on the Internet!" GF's voice starts coming over the radio, he is reciting Canto No. 13 in a beautiful voice. He tells me to take the wheel now and meet him at a certain restaurant at São Paulo Rattlesnake Junction, it's a nuclear bunker but it has these amazing screens that are just like windows, "it's the Real World Web," he explains, "just type RWW instead of WWW in front of everything." "This is where I monitor the missions to other planets," he tells me. (His job was associated with Jet Propulsion Laboratories in Pasadena when I was growing up). We end up watching this unbelievably beautiful sunset together, holding hands and talking. It feels really great. GM is off in the bar (this nuclear bunker has a very nice cocktail lounge which looks a bit like the Holiday on St. Mark's and First Avenue, down to the sad crazy Romanian bartender) knocking off martinis and picking up sailors.
posted by Blind Tangerine Jones at 10:46 AM

Two things: one is that the other day this blog got linked at EvHead.com, the website of Evan Williams, who created Blogger. The second thing is that we have a new permanent member: Brayton. I added a list of people who belong to the weblog, though of course you can post as a guest whenever you want.
posted by Sean at 10:51 PM

A dream I had several years ago, read in an old journal: "Last night, [I dream I am] reading a book about moral philosophy co-authored by myself and Robert Stewart [a professor of ethics at Pomona College]. i am deeply puzzled by what I am reading, but suddenly reach a profound conclusion of some kind. Wish I could remember what it was! I call Cathy with the news, but she says she cannot talk because she is in the middle of watching a show called The Mexican 880. I say, with a sense of gleeful triumph, of having caught her out in something, 'Aha! So you are an 880 fan!' But she ruins my smug satisfaction by replying, 'Ah, but the 880 is only one of many track and field events.' I am irked, stymied, astonished."
posted by guest poster at 9:51 PM

my dream : i was sitting in my back yerd at a white table with my mom , dad , sister & my brother , suddenly the sky turned to fire like volcano , it started from east & it was growing , i start crying & asking god to give me one more chance to be good to him & to pry for him every day. suddenly there was a voice coming from everywhere talking to me calling my name saying : I WILL FORGIVE YOU THIS TIME , BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT THE JUDGMENT DAY IS COMING .

I start praying to my god since that dream & doing too much good things to others by giving my support to people.

Diablo
posted by guest poster at 2:50 PM

I was spitting all my teeth out, and having fun doing it.
posted by guest poster at 2:04 AM

it was mid-afternoon, and the world had descended into anarchy. people looting the grocery store, stealing gas. it was raining. wet asphalt parking lot and soggy cardboard boxes. we had to get back in the car, and go back home to see if the aliens that we'd shot earlier were still there. don't worry, i say, they're not dead. it only stuns them. we get back and the big one's gone. the others made him leave because he frightened us. so now they go with us to the library, and i'm trying to find a way to distinguish between the humans and the aliens. there's something with their ears, but you only catch it out of the corner of your eyes like dim stars, or fast moving objects. and they're reading books and sitting at tables that turn into a cafeteria. we climb the stairs, up and up, till the stairs meet the ceiling and there's no railing. he tells me to keep going, but i can't ... it's too high. i do this everyday without even thinking about it, i tell myself. but my legs slowly move me down the carpeted stairs of the church.
posted by guest poster at 2:12 PM

I was in a casino, and I hit the jackpot. Instead of coins, I got thousands of candy hearts (colored white). I was disappointed because it wasn't real money.
posted by guest poster at 12:49 AM

okay, well i had a dream that i was with my best friend and we were walking down by the dam and all the sudden we were holding hands but i'm not a dyke or anything like it. Then as we were walking, all the sudden she was pulled away from me and when i looked she was walking away from me but she was still facing me with a blank expression on her face. Then when i woke up, the next day i found out she dropped out of school. I haven't seen her around lately.
posted by guest poster at 3:09 PM

Just jotting down last nights adventures:

I was taking a shower, and for some reason my husband decided to wash his bike outside, and suddenly all the hot water went outside to the tap, and I was freezing.

I was going back to nursing school (have been a nurse for 20 years, but evidently went back for some reason) and I did not pass the very first test. They kicked me out on the spot.

We were in our garage, and suddenly the ceiling came partially down to reveal millions of bees living up there, they came swarming down and left. Only they relocated to the inside of our house where we were forced to co-exist with them. They were quite peaceful in there, but it was unnerving to have them all over the walls.

Last but not least, 2 girlfriends came over to dinner, and for some reason I fixed them a soup made of white rice and raw chicken, with some clean cat litter thrown in "for color". I was just adding some soy sauce when Sheryl said"you know I can't have sodium"! I had to add a whole bunch of water to the soup to cover it up, but when I took it outside (we had to eat outside b/c the bees (this was sort of a sub-dream) were bothering the guests, Sheryl said she could still taste the soy sauce. I had to go back in the house to add more water. When I brought it back out, she said it was too hot. I remember feeling very annoyed that I had to keep going back into the bee infested house to try to fix the damn soup for her.

Thats all for last night.
posted by guest poster at 7:48 AM

I had a dream last night that left me really puzzled and confused, we were at a train station in another city "I am in Seattle" the city was Chicago or maybe some European city like Berlin or Asian city like Tokyo.... I was with other people looking for or trying to find a group of people who were some type of spy or UN-friendly group... all I can remember from the dream is following and hunting these people and ending up finding a young women who spoke some foreign language like Russian but she was not of this earth and I was trying to catch up to speak with her and she had this rotwiler type dog who was trained to protect her at all costs, its life as well so it was not letting me get close to her and it was already injured on its head and it was floating over the seats in this old theater where we were at....next thing I new, I was using a sledge hammer to get locks of peoples hair for some unknown reason... I was smashing this young women in the head to get her hair..I had known this women from previous meetings from a chat group that had all met in person, she said her head was getting sore from this and we started looking for someone else to do this to who's head was not sore..... needless to say, this dream has had me freaked out all day.
posted by guest poster at 4:59 AM

And here is last nites dreams (still having them in quantity, not particular quality):
My dog was found with his throat cut, but when I looked closer, it was just a fold of skin only he was still dead, a co-worker wrote me a letter to inform me I was being transferred to dayshift (I HATE days), I was in a spaceship piloted by my husband, and a puppy wandered into our house with a collar describing his name, the day he was born, and what he likes to eat.

These dreams seem very brief, just like trailers for a movie. I am exhausted.
posted by guest poster at 8:49 AM

Last night I dreamt that there was this guy and he was fighting these really bad monsters with a bow and arrow, but instead of pulling back on the bow, he just threw his arrows, because he claimed it was too strong and would cause a lot of destruction if he used it. I asked him if he would prove it, and he shot one into the night sky, straight at the moon. There was this white flash, and then the moon exploded. I was freaking out because the planet suddenly went into a chaotic frenzy as a result of the moon's explosion...the tides were all out of whack and everything. After that he shot the sun, and it eclipsed the whole damn thing and the whole world was in darkness. Crazy dream.
posted by guest poster at 9:06 PM

posted by guest poster at 9:00 PM

Last night i dreamt i was basically a tiger. In a roman gladiatorial arena. He he he, i was very well fed. Strangest thing tho, haven't felt hungry all day :-)
posted by guest poster at 1:09 PM

here's my dream:
I was running down the street in the city where I live. I was running to get to my 30th Bday party (which is coming in 10 days) on time. I was afarid of getting there late. I got to the party, at a bar, right at 8pm when the party started. When I got to the bar, I walked in and the first person I saw was my first girlfriend from High School. Funny thing is that I never invited her to the party. I also saw her father, and her little sister. Her little sister hadn't grown one bit since the last time I saw her 11 years ago, so that was very odd.

I started to mingle with the people at my party. At some point the dream changed and it was no longer my b-day, but my WEDDING day! I was dressed in a tux and I was waiting for the bride to show up. The wedding was set to start at 3pm. It was 4pm now and I was no longer at the bar, but outside, as if the wedding was going to be held out in a courtyard. Around 5pm my mother came up to me and said that all of my family was leaving because the bride wasn't showing up and it was obvious the wedding wasn't going to happen. I became very sad. How I could be left at the altar on my wedding day?

Just then I asked myself...Who am I marrying, anyway? It occured to me that I was marrying a girl I had worked with and gone on a few dates with a few years back. I said to myself "I don't wanna marry her!!!" I had thoughts of leaving. I didn't think she was the right girl for me. I felt a little panicky.

Just then, a white van pulled up. The doors flung open and all the brides maids ran out. Then the bride ran out. She came up to me and I asked her where she had been? It was now close to 5:30. She just smiled and said "See...I wouldn't let you down...I told you I'd be here for you". When she said that I got a big rush of happiness and I thought to myself that this wedding should happen. Then I woke up!
posted by guest poster at 11:18 AM

I am suddenly having multiple dreams per night. These are usually unpleasant dreams. Typically I will have a dream, wake up, go back to sleep, have another dream, etc, ultimately having 3 or 4 short dreams per night. Very vivid.
Last night's assortment: I began receiving multitudes of weird magazines in the mail, could not figure out where they were coming from or how to cancel them; some guys came to trim our trees under the power line and instead of just trimming them, they brought a bulldozer and just plowed down every tree on the property; I went into a deserted house and there was some sort of criminal type guy hiding there, and he shot me in the head only I didn't die, just pretended to; and last but not least, Princess Diana AND Prince Charles were BOTH expecting babies, dream ended with Diana having a girl, Charles a boy.
I am getting tired of dreaming so much every single time I even so much as nap I am having these weird dreams. Any ideas anyone, why all of a sudden I would be having so many dreams per night?
My life is stable, no changes, nothing pressing on my mind that I can think of. Help!
posted by guest poster at 6:42 AM

I was standing in a kitchen where several of my friends were engaged in a conversation that I wasn't really into. I was at the counter, chopping up a bell pepper with a large knife. Someone who I'm attracted to left the group and hugged me. I remember being vaguely pleased and confused that this was happening, and thinking that I had to get the bell pepper chopped into perfect squares or we wouldn't be able to have it with our dinner
posted by guest poster at 2:57 AM

I had the most boring dream last night. I was catagorizing songs in my head and associating them with different houses that I lived in. The whole dream was me humming a song in my head, then a picture of a house. Repeat. Blah!
posted by guest poster at 2:49 AM

Been trying to train myself to become lucid while dreaming. I achieved a low level of lucidity a few nights ago.

I was in my old high school and I realized I was dreaming and became lucid. The whole dream seemed to get sharper and more vivid. I felt my grip on it loosening so I looked at my hands and spun. I've read that this can help you maintain the lucid state.
I was in a loud classroom with people everywhere and in order to calm down and think I tried to leave and go into another room. I found a disused bathroom and was going in when some girl argued that the bathroom was in a state of disrepair and dangerous. I argued with her. I was still lucid at this point but I was still accepting parts of the dream. I was arguing with her but also felt in a hurry because I didn't want to waste my time before waking up.

In the bathroom I felt again my lucidity slipping and I woke up. It was a strange thing to be able to feel myself coming out of sleep while being aware of it.
posted by guest poster at 2:38 AM

i was at a place with a bunch of friends. of friends. the guy i like and his girlfriend showed up. the guy i like and i went out side and were sitting in his car talking. then i told him i was bored and wanted to go for a ride. we drove down the street to an abandoned parking lot and started making out. then we moved to the back seat and starting having sex. i told him it was my first time. when we were done we drove to his house. on the way to his house we had sex. when we got to his house we had sex and on the way back to meet our friends we had sex. this is a really weird dream. epecially since im still a virgin.
posted by guest poster at 9:55 PM

I had a dream that the President's teenage daughters went sneaking off one night and somehow ended up in Afghanistan. The next day, the White House suddenly announced that the war had ended and all bombing stopped. Nothing was seen on television for one whole week except the Peace Conference that Bush had hastily arranged. Leaders from all nations, as well as spiritual teachers, presented many different solutions and, at the end of the week, the American public got to vote on which ones they liked the most. I woke up feeling a whole lot better than I have in a long time.
posted by guest poster at 12:44 PM