Triplets

I had a dream last night, and it's just coming back to me, that I had three children, triplets. I was on my way home, but I didn't have enough money to get an airplane ticket. So, I decided to walk home with my three, tiny (i.e. the size of a kitten, at most) children in a baby stroller. The sky was really blue in the dream and I could see large airplanes flying overhead. I remember walking, and walking, and walking, and walking, until I was in some dark city; no more blue skies, but rain fell from darkened clouds. I wanted to get my babies inside, out of the bad weather, so I found this tall brick building. I went inside and asked the woman if I could stay there. I can't remember what she looked like, but she said that if I worked for her, I could stay there for a little while. I don't remember looking, but I remember checking on my children every couple seconds, like a paranoid parent. They had white bonnets on and they had a blanket over them. The last time I checked on them, I saw the child on the left and it was sound asleep. The child on the right was sound asleep, too; but my baby in the middle was dead, eyes wide open. I picked the baby up and cried.
posted by ::Manda:: at 12:35 PM

I've never posted anything before but here I go.

I used to have this dream almost every night when I was little(like in 3rd or 4th grade) and I finally got rid of it. Just the other night I had it again. I'm in this building and I'm on what seems to be the second floor because I see through the floor below me A grandma siting on a couch knitting. Above me is a balcony where there is this guy with a LOnG cape throwing bombs down at the clear floo where I am standing. First instinct is to get out of the way so I do. I'm in this room with cartoon bugs. My mom is there and we are like playing with these weird colorful bugs but I can't get my mind off what is going on outside with the bomb guy. THen all of a sudden i hear this really shrill scream coming from outside. I automatically think of the granny in the room. I run out and there is this little kid sreaming at the top of his lungs "Grandma NO!!!!!!! Not Grandma!!" And I can hear the grandma weakly screaming. Then Rigt before I get up I have a quick image of my moms king size bed that we recently got rid of cuz we moved to a smaller house. Weird right? but the bug thing is a new addition. I didn't have that when I was little but all the other stuff is exactly the same. I have this dream every night and I HATE IT!!!
posted by guest poster at 8:10 AM

I had a dream recently where i was seriously debating with myself whether or not tomato farmers would be upset by the human population stealing their oxygen and damaging their crops.
-HB
posted by guest poster at 2:10 AM

Flirting Boyfriend

I only remember a fragment of my dream last night. My boyfriend and I were in someone's house with a bunch of other people. There was a specific blonde girl that I had never seen before. My boyfriend was standing and the blonde girl got up. She was wearing faded blue jeans and my boyfriend smacked her butt in a playful gesture. I stood up in the dream, because I had been sitting facing these people. I watched myself go up to my boyfriend and ask him why he did that. He said he didn't do anything wrong. I said, "You just smacked that girl's butt!"
posted by ::Manda:: at 11:23 AM

Full-Fledged Fight

I JUST had a dream, so here I am to post it. I am kind of groggy, so excuse my mistakes. Anyway, in the dream, my boyfriend and I were on a bus trip with a bunch of people. In the bus, the seats were facing the center and it was raining outside. I don't remember if we ever made it to our trip, but I remember telling everyone, "We are going where Green Day is from." I am not sure where they are from, but that was a weird part. We were on our way back from the trip, sitting facing the center of the bus, and I had a box in the middle of the bus with a cat in it. The cat looked sickly and it was a tan color. My boyfriend picked it up and these, sorry so nasty, worms starting seeping out of the cat, all over his hands. I was disgusted in the dream and he picked the worms off of his hands and put the cat down. We somehow made it home, but this wasn't the home I've ever seen. We were in a room with two beds, a big screen tv and a Playstation (not sure if it was one or two, because that's a mundane detail). Somehow, we started getting into a full-fledged argument about God knows what. My boyfriend was screaming at the top of his lungs, and the screen of the television was shaking. He had a hand on either side of my shoulders and he was holding me very close to him, quite hard, and yelling in my face. I was crying in the dream, trying to get away from his grasp, when he walked away and sat in front of the Playstation. I was hysterical in the dream and then something changed in me. I started laughing at him and he was crying because of it. I said that I was going home for a week, so I started packing up my belongings in my blue tote bag. I was picking up random things and shoving them in my bag. Then, I told my boyfriend I had called a taxi and I went outside, got in the taxi. I was immediately at an airport, worried that I wouldn't be able to afford the ticket. I was in front of a computer and a woman was typing. She asked me if I wanted certain details, but I can't remember what, for the plane flight. I could see her adding $1,000, then $8,000, and the numbers were rapidly changing on this blue computer screen. When it stopped, it added to $101.36. I unzipped my blue tote bag which was resting on the counter by the computer and saw a camoflauge jacket in there. I reached in it's pocket and pulled out a huge wad of money. I slowly counted out $100 with twenties. The first one looked real, but the other four looked counterfeit or almost like Monopoly money. She took the money, commented on the appearance of them, laughing, and then I awoke.
posted by ::Manda:: at 11:39 AM

Ticks with the Osbournes

I was riding down the highway, in the backseat, with my boyfriend. His brother was driving. We were, ahem, smoking marijuana, in blunts. I had a blunt, but it still had the plastic on it. My boyfriend and I have been having issues with him not listening to me. In the dream, I told him the blunt still had plastic on it, to take the plastic off before he lights it. He didn't hear me, lit it with the plastic on. I took it unknowingly, hit it and the plastic melted in my mouth. I flipped out, told him that he never listens to me and looked out the window. The second part of the dream, we were in an unfamiliar house. Kelly Osbourne was there and she was complaining about how woman have to deal with body hair way too much. I then noticed something inside my cleaveage, what I thought was a tick. I picked at it in the dream and it scraped off. Then, I noticed a tick in my finger, one on my wrist, another on my belly and another on my forearm. I kept pulling them off, but they kept reappearing.
posted by ::Manda:: at 1:47 PM

First time reader / poster. I had a strange dream but am not sure what it
means. I was on a passenger jet for some reason. As I
turned from my seat, I noticed a young lady behind me, about
my age. We exchanged glances / smiles. It was almost if
like I had known her, but not really. Make any sense?
Next thing I know she is in the seat next to me looking
deep into my eyes as if to tell me something. From the
look in her eyes, one could tell that it was very important
to her. Seemed like she wanted very badly to tell but
couldn't/wouldn't and wanted me to figure it out then say
it to her. Next thing?.. At about the instant she was
going to tell, I awoke to the sound of a car passing by
the house blowing its horn?? I only needed 5 more minutes
to find out what she wanted to say?? Maybe I was not
supposed to hear? Your thoughts? Thanks J
posted by guest poster at 11:54 AM

I had this dream on the first night when i was on holiday with my dad his friends beach house which i have never been to before. and this house was 5 hours by car from my normal house where my mother was at the time.

well in the dream im sleeping then, for some reason i wake up to hear some whispered voices, saying 'i dont know how (name) is gonna get out) then i realise that someone was in our house trying to steal somthing. i wake my sister who was sleeping beside me in the bed. we heared footsteps and decide to get our dad, who was for some reason next door house, we go downstairs and which for some had turned into a large car garage and there was one closed in room which was led into by two or three steps, when i entered the room i couldnt find my sister, feeling scared, i hear some moving noises in the enclosed room thinking that its my sister i run to the room to find a man with short sort of shaved head. he advanced on me. im like frozen with fear and i cant move, but i step backwards and fall down the small stairs. i get up and he picks up a plactic chinese food container which had been painted brown.and threatens to brake it. then for some reason loosing all my fear i start being sarcastic with the man asking him to please not to brack my brown chinese food box,then i pick up a hammer and i go to hit him when he grabs it off me and he goes to hit me with it , when my mother appears in the dream and sticks a pair of sissors thorugh the back of his head, in pain the man lunges forward and straches my arm. i yell out in pain the man dies at my feet and my mother goes 'i failed to protect you my life meaning is to protect you and i have failed' then she falls dead at my feet.
posted by guest poster at 5:53 AM

I had this dream on the first night when i was on holiday with my dad his friends beach house which i have never been to before. and this house was 5 hours by car from my normal house where my mother was at the time.

well in the dream im sleeping then, for some reason i wake up to hear some whispered voices, saying 'i dont know how (name) is gonna get out) then i realise that someone was in our house trying to steal somthing. i wake my sister who was sleeping beside me in the bed. we heared footsteps and decide to get our dad, who was for some reason next door house, we go downstairs and which for some had turned into a large car garage and there was one closed in room which was led into by two or three steps, when i entered the room i couldnt find my sister, feeling scared, i hear some moving noises in the enclosed room thinking that its my sister i run to the room to find a man with short sort of shaved head. he advanced on me. im like frozen with fear and i cant move, but i step backwards and fall down the small stairs. i get up and he picks up a plactic chinese food container which had been painted brown.and threatens to brake it. then for some reason loosing all my fear i start being sarcastic with the man asking him to please not to brack my brown chinese food box,then i pick up a hammer and i go to hit him when he grabs it off me and he goes to hit me with it , when my mother appears in the dream and sticks a pair of sissors thorugh the back of his head, in pain the man lunges forward and straches my arm. i yell out in pain the man dies at my feet and my mother goes 'i failed to protect you my life meaning is to protect you and i have failed' then she falls dead at my feet.
posted by guest poster at 5:51 AM

Alright I've never posted here, but now I have a reason to. I need help on finding out why I've been having these weird dreams.

There is this gril at school that I've liked for a while, but now more than ever. Over the past couple of days I've had some dreams about her. The first one was about my friend sleeping with her and somehow I was there. This dream for some reason made me really depressed the next day. The second dream I had was about my other friend competing with me for affection from her. Is it just the fact that she's on my mind too much or does my friends taking advantage of a girl I like have some significance?

Thanks for the help.
posted by guest poster at 7:04 PM

I am having dreams, at least every other night, with my boyfriend's mother in them. I have never met the woman. She lives 500 miles away. In the dreams we are usually doing some kind of bonding. For example, watching TV or getting ready to go to a concert. In one dream she was even giving me all kinds of cigarettes.
posted by guest poster at 3:29 AM

Deformed

The dream I had last night was really strange. I was with my Aunt Lisa, my mother's sister, in a large gray van; it looked like a van she used to have about six years ago. I was with her alone, and we were riding down a dark road, meaning no street lights and trees lining each side of the road. I glanced behind us and noticed another large van, this one tan-colored. It seemed as if it was following us. I could see the driver's face: it was a middle-aged man with a burnt face (see Kevin Spacey in "Pay It Forward"). Aunt Lisa took a sharp turn to the left on a small, dirt road. The road was even more tree-engulfed than the other road and small limbs kept smacking the side mirrors. The man followed us. This is when the dream gets blurry until I remember the moment the man caught me. He opened his side-sliding, van door. I got the notion he enjoyed sawing people's heads off, yet I knew he wouldn't hurt me. Then, my Aunt Lisa's daughter, Melissa, appeared in the dream. Her face was all messed up; like she had to have reconstructive surgery. Her nose was darker than the rest of her face and I could see where her face had been sewn back together. Then, I looked at her fingers and they were chopped off below the fingernails and skin was hanging off, blood dripping from them.
posted by ::Manda:: at 9:51 PM

AFrom the time I was a baby I had a recurring nightmare til the age of 14 I was dressed for the times, before iwas bornmy mother a very handsome woman .Mother had gone into labor,andfather was to take her to the nearest physician but the wagon had tipped on a rock and as she lay dying mother told him to save their child who wasmade outof love before the chid stopped moving . he gave his word to love and care for the child.Years had passed and the love between father and daughter grew.thenat 14 or16 Father believed I should have a mothers influence so father went to find a suitabable wife.He did our home was known as Camelot because father was so kind and generous .Once he helped a farmer who could not pay his dept to father so they agreed that the farmer would give him part of his crop and on occassion a chicken or two.Father found a woman to wife.She seemed very kindbut before they could marry her and I went for a walk in thhills where there was a deep well she pushed me in believing she would have father and all his wealth to herself.The pain was extremeall over my body and I prayed God to forgive her she didnt realize what she had done.She went back to Camelot telling father she didnt know where I had gone off to.My body had been found and after that father secluded himself.The woman stopped into seehimm but he saw no one. Hepayed Nanna Who cared for me while he was away on business matters annd payed her for the rest of her life.That he preferred to be left alone .The woman who killed me remained alone.And to this day the towns people think of the kind and generous man and what happened to the place they all calledCamelot. This was and had been my dream any feed back ?paula eland wallace michigan

posted by guest poster at 9:26 PM

This will sound kind of sick, but it actually turned out well for me in the end. I was stuck in a house in the middle of a hurricane with my mom, as she was when she was young. She was constantly trying to seduce me. I kept saying, "Mom, Mom, this is wrong!" but she just kept on insisting. Ahem. Finally the rest of the tribe managed to get through the storm and she forgot all about me as she started putting away the groceries. The storm was over and I was able to leave. As I was leaving, I saw my mom climb into bed with her husband, who had this look of goofy joy on his face, and a big black man that I recognized as Howard Johnson, a jazz tuba virtuoso who used to play with Taj Mahal and the old SNL band and who was the neighbor of my college girlfriend on Maui. They were going to have a menage a trois. I just rolled my eyes at their stupidity and felt relieved to be out of there.
posted by guest poster at 2:15 PM

We have a new member! Welcome Amanda. Check out her site to find out more about her, including some dreams that she's previously recorded.
posted by Sean at 9:25 AM

The End of the World

I dreamt, last night, that my boyfriend was driving a small airplane. There were other people on the plane with us. Gradually, the plane started growing in size and more people were showing up on this airplane. The appointed me as the one to get them some money for their trip, along with a woman and a very handsome man. They landed, and we actually dropped out of the plane. We walked along the night streets, which was drenched in rain, and the handsome man pointed out a car lot, because we needed transportation. He asked me if I needed money, but I told him I had plenty of it. We went to the car lot and got a very fancy sports car, navy blue, hopped in and I drove it around until we found a bank. I went in, along with the woman who turned out to complain that I wasn't getting the money fast enough, asked for money and signed some form. We left the bank, got into the car, and we saw the streets were flooding. The woman told me not to drive through, but I did anyway, water filling the back of the car. I turned around, heading the other way, when we mysteriously appeared on the airplane. It was massive by now, with an upstairs. I remember jumping down this tunnel in the airplane, and landing on this huge cushion. Then, all of us stood by watching this clock and it turned 12:00. Once it did, people started dropping, as if they were dying. My legs gave out from under me, and I fell in the lap of some girl. Then, the time started over and I was a different person.
posted by ::Manda:: at 5:58 PM

This is a vivid dream I had tonight about a lover I had about ten years ago. He is perhaps the man I loved the most in my tumultous love life. Let's call him A.

A. and I were in the mezzanine in my parents'house kissing and getting busy with heavy petting. When we were just about to have sex, I was already naked and so was he, just below us a long line of people showed up, heading towards the door to leave my parents'house. I saw my father, his business associates, my mother and lots of other people. A. and I tried to hide under a beach canga (don't know the name in English, it's like a hawaiaan's hip wrap, colorful designs, etc). It was too small to cover our bodies, so I know that my father could see us and realize what we were doing. Therefore we stopped what we were doing and tried to look presentable as we waved him hello.

After that, and if only after releasing the sexual tension (but not getting quite there) I was able to talk to him, find out how his life was going, I asked him how things were, how his mother was feeling. To this he replied she had died a couple of years ago, and while telling me this, his eyes welled up with tears. I felt very sorry for him, took his face in my hands and cried too.

In real life, my daughter woke me up crying at that very moment, which is the only reason why I can remember this dream and still feel how soft his skin was at the touch of my fingers.

posted by guest poster at 7:40 AM

I had a dream the other night that my boyfriend and I were visiting his mom in Connecticut. The three of us were sitting in a hotel room, and she was telling me that she wanted to take me to a classical music concert that night. She handed me a tape of the music to listen to before we went to the concert, and it was one of those micro-tapes. I told her I needed something bigger than that. Then I got a strap-on out, and she said she would fix the straps for me, since they wouldn't stay clasped for us.
posted by guest poster at 3:36 AM

HELLO! I am doing some artwork for my senior thesis about both dreams (as in sleep) and also the American dream....If you would be willing to help me out, please answer any or all of following and email to the address below...Also, please let other friends know about his!


1. Describe one of the most dreams from your early childhood.
2. Describe a dream that you had about your mother or father.
3. If you are a woman, describe a dream you had about being pregnant (or if you were pregnant at any point, a dream you had when you were pregnant).
4. What is one of your best dreams?
5. What was the last dream you remember?
6. What was one of your worst nightmares.
__________
Regarding the American dream:
1. What, in your mind, is "the American dream?"
2. Would you describe your life as being part of the American dream?
3. Tell me about a person you know who, in your mind, is living the American dream.

That's about it!
Please email any or all responses to waddell@princeton.edu by April 27.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

posted by guest poster at 2:42 PM

I am new to this and I really appreciate anyones help. I dreamt that I was back at elementary school and this kid was there waiting for me. I talked to him then he got really angry then he started getting muscular and then I felt his thoughts. He was sad. Then he started growing. I said to myself his hormones made him that way. he climbed on top of the roof and started grabbing people in his hand and squashing them. Then, I ran back into the halls with someone else. He ran across the roof swatting and punching holes in the hall way and then he would start taunting. He finally manages to grab the guy in the with me and kills him. I finally make it out of the halls and end up back in high school. I am in the cafeteria and I go to the vending machines and get a container of bleach flavored gatorade. The bell rings. I run as fast as I can across this field in between the buildings. And then I see her, this girl I really liked. She gave me an affectionate smile and kept walking. Then I saw another girl I liked a the base of the stairs reading a poem about the strenth of women. I walk past her. I see another girl I liked from school and she is also sitting on the stairs reading a poem, about the dignity of women. I walk by. Finally, I reach the top and the last girl I see is this girl that I really like and she is reading a poem about the role of mothers. I walk by and open the door. Then, I wake up.
posted by guest poster at 6:12 PM

i have seen one girl calling me when i open my main door of my residence and she just lauging and went off
posted by guest poster at 5:27 AM

I had this dream that john and u and our youth group went to some places andn i was holdin' back my tears cuz i loved him so much n i didn't want 2 bother him or ne thing cuz ithought he waz ignoreing me or somethin'.. well we
dropped yall off then at our church we called john n
he said he was commin' to our church for some reason. well,when he got there he could c my hurt inside of me and me wantin' 2 cry so he said "give me
a hug"...then i gave hima hug n he's like "hug me
tighter and never let go" so i hugged him likei would never let go.then he left n
came back from somewhere n he was makin' wierd
comments 'bout him and i and he waz takin' picz n all of
us n us as indivisualz like one opic of me then one pic of him. then sometihn' scary happened
but i can't remember what it waz! then we went home then that'z when i woke up! i need to know what this meanz!
posted by guest poster at 8:01 PM

ok so i was somehow in the town that i used to live in,(i moved away 2 years ago) but most of the people that were there were friends from where i live now.So i was at my frined meghans house, but here house wasn't from here in the town we live in now. It was somehow in the town I used to live in, along with another friend of mine that doesn't live in my old town, her h9ouse was down the street.So i meet up with two old friends, and we begin to walk towards my old house.but on the way there was this nusery or elementary school in the way so we hopped the fence.and we got in trouble, and then somehow myself and a whole bunch of people from my school now endedup inside having to pretend we are all sixth graders.Ans I was sitting with this guy from my school now. And he had his arms around me and we were pretty much cuddling. Amd after that we ended up somehow a my nana's house (she passed away about 4 or 5 years ago) and i went into her bathroom, and her spirit was there so that i could talk to her and communicate with her. This guy was still with me, we went out of the bathroom, and he was on the couch, and i went back in the bathroom because i forgot about something, and from the linen closet in the bathroom, this black ghost cameout and almost attacked me and i started screaming at the top of my lungs .. mom.. mommy help me and the ghost went back into the closet and stayed in there, but the door wouldnt open for my mom .. when she finally got it open she asked me what was wrong, and I said to her teh hospital version of nana just came out the closet and attacked me.
and thats when I woke up.
posted by guest poster at 11:44 AM

Hi there this is not really for me I have a 5 year old son who keeps having these nightmares and will not explain them to his mother or myself. He is so affraid to go to sleep at night, and at age 5 this must be horrifing. Can anyone please give me advice? Please help..
posted by guest poster at 9:58 AM

I dreamt last night I moved to a kind of university-madhouse-commune-cult in California, where I was waiting for food to arrive that had to be translated from one language to another. The person commissioning the job kept changing the schedule and the terms of the contract, plus the location of the telephone kept moving so that I had to wander around these labyrinthine hallways to find it, where everywhere intense women were hunched over desks, writing like mad in red ink. My roommates (everyone there was a woman, except for Zippy, who plays a key role later) kept bickering about the proper use of the space I was living and working in, insisting they had the right to sleep on my floor if they wanted to. It was some kind of political philosophy that I disagreed with. Finally, I went outside onto the grounds to find a pool to swim in. The place was built on a hill (like the temple of Minerva at Troy? I am teaching the Aeneid to a high school student), with many pools pouring down into lower pools. I found a very lovely pool to swim in and dived in, but a sloppy, grumpy, dirty groundskeeper came along and said that this was for holy drinking water only, which I had profaned, at the risk of being burned to death by angry women, only he did not want to report the incident because of all the paperwork it involved. He took me back to his workshop and drew me a map of permissible pools for swimming with this remarkable Internet-connected pen that he had. He was so excited by the map he drew that he rushed out to try to sell it to an art gallery. When I returned to my room, a grinning Zippy was there and had painted the whole place lavender, which for some reason had driven away the schnorrers (the freeloading bums) and made me really happy. Still, I told him, "I want to move back to New York freaking City!" To do so, however, I had to complete the translation job, which arrived with only 3 hours to spare on the deadline: an impossible feat to perform!
posted by Blind Tangerine Jones at 7:14 PM

Lately I've been having these dreams about my guy friend that I like a lot. The first one he was bothering me so I pushed him. He fell to the ground. I tried to lift him up when he kicked me or pulled me making me fall. Then we start to wrestle. Then later in the dream he puts his arm around me and we cuddle. He freaks out a little and puts his arm away. I tell him it's okay that friends can cuddle. Another dream we're talking online...he shows me his baby pictures and then asks what are we gonna do something (like at night). I tell him bowling. What do these mean?

I'm going crazy because I'm having dreams about him. In the first dream I had I feel like we want to be friends, BUT we want to be MORE then that. Am I right? Can anyone help?
posted by guest poster at 11:52 PM

A man steps outside of a bar in a small NW town (similar to setting of tv show Wolf Lake). It's raining but he's sheltered by an overhang. He is turned to face the door & see him through the door as he gets a horrified look on his face & his face is lit up like a flash went off in his face as he dies from a knife wound dealt by his unseen murderer.
His brother comes to town to investigate who did the deed. But his suspects, and others, are being killed. Each time, the victim's face is lit up like a flare as they die. Finally, down to one suspect and talking to that person when we hear a noise outside. I open the door & there is a tall man standing there. He has no head or hands, on the barely
shadows of them. He wields a knife & laughs evilly. I'm next. I yell "Why!" and he replies "I've been hungry since I woke in that pit, with my chainsaw beside me."

posted by guest poster at 3:03 PM