I must have got some REM sleep as I do recall dreaming. I was in some kind of building that was like an old indoor market, but all the stalls were like live slot machines, with live characters including Avril Lavigne and Halsey, who would come on and do live performances from time to time. At another point I was in a town unfamiliar to me and we got some kind of warning that it would all be over soon. Finally, and this is may be a bit TMI, I dreamt I was at a porn shoot with a number of well known porn stars and a well known director. But nobody was really in the mood so the director popped my tape out of a VCR and handed it back to me, saying I had the rights to the material and could do with it as I wished, seeing as we'd all decided we were too tired to do the shoot. Mind boggling but it was quite fun until my dream decided I was too tired to bother with all that 😂😂😂
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Some further weirdness, and seems to be something of a theme. I was some kind of undercover freedom fighter, at one point I was going through a checkpoint carrying all this heavy stuff. I had to check off items one by one that it was all mine and then ushered through carrying the load. At another point, I was being chased by armed military aliens and had to run up a load of steps, there were some bunk beds and I copied another agent dressed in an Andy Pandy suit, in hiding right in the corner of a bottom bunk trying to make myself as small as possible. A soldier came in, surveyed the room and missed the corner where we were hiding, so we escaped. There was more but recall is quite fragmentary!
In one dream I was trying to get into a play in a tiny theatre, but there was no room and people were lined up waiting. There was someone I wanted to talk to up at the back but I couldn't get there. At some point people started leaving and the front row emptied so I went and sat there. After the play, I went and followed the people I wanted to talk to around a shopping centre until we came to a bus terminus.
Cut to a 9-10 year old girl painting on an easel. At first she was drawing a flower which was very child like, but as she worked, she kept looking in the corner on a pipe near the wall, and re-drafted and re-drafted until, just using water colours, she had produced an amazing photo-realistic flower. When asked how she did it, she said the thing in the corner helped her, but nobody could see it. I had the bright idea of asking her to paint what she could see, and she painted this green snake-like alien thing that was hiding on the pipes, exerting some kind of mind control over her. 😱
Cut to a 9-10 year old girl painting on an easel. At first she was drawing a flower which was very child like, but as she worked, she kept looking in the corner on a pipe near the wall, and re-drafted and re-drafted until, just using water colours, she had produced an amazing photo-realistic flower. When asked how she did it, she said the thing in the corner helped her, but nobody could see it. I had the bright idea of asking her to paint what she could see, and she painted this green snake-like alien thing that was hiding on the pipes, exerting some kind of mind control over her. 😱
Have some vague recollections but dreams were quite vivid. Lot of disconnected scenes. In one I had an old vinyl record and I kept putting the needle on the edge to play it, but it kept skipping over and over, I went away and came back, and eventually it started playing - a Morrissey track that doesn't actually exist. In another scene I was in an apartment and these identity storm troopers raided me to make me fill in a form, going all the way back to which universities I had attended. Then I was at my grandma's (died in 1995) asking her if she had any really old stuff from when she was young. I suppose the connection between them all was the past - vinyl records, study, grandparent, other kinds of records....
A bad dream of being in a huge airport, and having a hard time finding my gate. Then I got lost, ended up in a long hallway which led into a vendor area, where I realized my bag had been stolen while I was looking around for the correct exit. That meant I had no money or ID, at which point I started hyperventilating and woke up.
I was naked on a bus for some reason and people stared at me and I knew I was naked but had no other choice except to be naked and get off the bus as other people got on and off. And I walked down the street still naked until I got to some apartment complex and started playing video games, except I was in the actual game. IDK it was weird.
Sometimes I'm also running from cops and stealing, which I don't do anymore but I guess it's still in my subconscious.
Sometimes I'm also running from cops and stealing, which I don't do anymore but I guess it's still in my subconscious.
Some weird disjointed dreams about dogs of all things. We'd (no idea who else) gone to pick up a dog and one was very big and jumped up against a wall but the others ran upstairs. Then a friend I sort of fell out with years ago came to see me, but she had sort of become a therapist and then she morphed into an old therapist and I lay on the sofa to talk, I said now I can truly say I am on the couch! For some reason she went behind the kitchen sink and produced a flannel. Then I was in bed with this kind of hybrid dog/dragon with me. It could snap me in half with its jaws but we agreed to try to learn from each other and I touched its snout with my nose, to show I trusted it. Then I woke up. Dreams are weird.
Wait another bit came back to me, it involved Tom Baker as the Doctor from Doctor Who. He had just travelled back in time to avert some disaster but he also had memory loss. He turned to me and fanned out a load of big bank notes, inside of which was a handwritten hidden message to himself to jog his memory. I've a feeling there was a lot more of this shennanigans but it's all receded into the fog of wherever dreams come from and go to.
Had a very weird dream. I was in my office and having an interview with the manager who recently retired. 5 minutes from the end of the meeting he said he'd lost interest and was thinking about other things. Then he got extremely agitated and we had to leave the room, ending up going down some kind of big staircase. I said I'd never seen him like this before and nothing I said would calm him down. Then I was outside and I went into a big shopping centre. I was looking to buy a bottle of wine then saw a bar so I rocked up to that and was ignored by the waiters for a bit until I could order a red wine. Then I sat at a table and looked down at my feet and there was a red handbag, soon this woman came back and I had to move as I was sat at her table. I sat at another table, with my glass of red wine and a big chunky glass of water, among some other people, then realised I was in some kind of secret cabal meeting. The leader gave a speech and invited famous (in the dream, never heard of them!) figures to join the cause and they kept coming up to the front to say things and embrace him. One of them was some kind of rap star or pop star called Ganesha. The leader then proceeded to go around tables smashing a bottle on each one. Everyone was acting shocked. Then he got to the table I was on and tried to smash a bottle but it bounced off the floor, sat near me at the table there was one woman who had been served two small objects on a plate with an artistic dashing of some kind of sauce. There was a flan or pie in the middle of the table. The woman became upset and asked what the objects were. The answer is kind of disturbing and woke me up, so am going to put it in a spoiler tag.
You were warned, if you read it! What the actual heck is going on with my mind?!
The pie/flan turned into an alien face and said "Bollocks. Mark's bollocks" in a horribly raspy alien voice. Mark was apparently her husband and she was going to eat this body part to show her allegiance to the cannibal cult. That jolted me awake. No idea who Mark is!
You were warned, if you read it! What the actual heck is going on with my mind?!
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Ok, so last night I somehow wound up in the middle of the Ukraine, alone, with no money. I somehow managed to talk my way into boarding a train going to a different city, and a woman was giving away free bread on the train, so I took some from her to eat. It was very fresh, actually. Weirdly enough, I kind of remember the taste in my dream. I remember thinking I had some Ukrainian coins at home back in America and found myself wishing I had them with me. Except I don't actually have any in real life. I also remember thinking I could visit my father and try to find him, but my father has passed, so I'm not sure what exactly I was thinking or why. Maybe that was before he passed. Anyway, it was strange and kind of scary. I thought I'm surely going to have to live on the streets. Not a typical dream for me. Usually I don't have these kind of dreams.
I was on some sort of large merchant ship and we were far out in the ocean. I heard alarms going, and saw a huge water spout forming underneath a storm cell about a mile away. It shifted around, and the storm above it concentrated into a disk, a huge and low lenticular cloud. Another ship was unfortunately positioned right underneath, and the turbulence seemed likely to overwhelm it. The captain of the ship I was on said there had to be a sacrifice to appease the storm. A woman came forward, and I had to witness her demise; I won't describe what happened to her. The storm dissipated.
Had a few of really vivid ones.
In one I had gone to a cricket match and I entered the grounds but everyone was sitting at the other side of the place, I got round there but just as I was about to join the crowds there was a catch and the play stopped. I went past a lot of people to get to the toilets, but then decided to turn back and had to walk through a row of people all moving their bags and feet out of the way...
In another sequence I was going to Berlin with 3 friends but I was running late. We got to the airport and when I looked at the plane it was this toy like little 12 seater deal, and I said no way was I flying in that. In any case there was a problem with my ticket and I got left behind, but I was in Berlin somehow. I realised I didn't speak any German, I needed a toilet so I tried to get back to the railway station but I followed these arrows and got from a bustling centre to these deserted streets on the outskirts and felt pretty lost.
Then I was in a pub where there had just been a poetry night. I was in the pub toilets but there were women in there as well as men and there was a screen on the wall. Apparently I had read a poem out and this was registering the feedback. In seconds it clocked 900 likes and this girl said she wanted to use my poem. I had a girlfriend but I went off with this girl. She said she was going to show me a poem. At some point I was left in the car and all these monsters came out of a graveyard and started attacking the car. I said I like that, and she said get out of the car and she'll drive round the corner to see if any more..
I think that's when I woke up! The dreams were all ultra vivid and indistinguishable from reality, but funny how the memories start fading as soon as I wake up. Writing them here helps me remember them.
In one I had gone to a cricket match and I entered the grounds but everyone was sitting at the other side of the place, I got round there but just as I was about to join the crowds there was a catch and the play stopped. I went past a lot of people to get to the toilets, but then decided to turn back and had to walk through a row of people all moving their bags and feet out of the way...
In another sequence I was going to Berlin with 3 friends but I was running late. We got to the airport and when I looked at the plane it was this toy like little 12 seater deal, and I said no way was I flying in that. In any case there was a problem with my ticket and I got left behind, but I was in Berlin somehow. I realised I didn't speak any German, I needed a toilet so I tried to get back to the railway station but I followed these arrows and got from a bustling centre to these deserted streets on the outskirts and felt pretty lost.
Then I was in a pub where there had just been a poetry night. I was in the pub toilets but there were women in there as well as men and there was a screen on the wall. Apparently I had read a poem out and this was registering the feedback. In seconds it clocked 900 likes and this girl said she wanted to use my poem. I had a girlfriend but I went off with this girl. She said she was going to show me a poem. At some point I was left in the car and all these monsters came out of a graveyard and started attacking the car. I said I like that, and she said get out of the car and she'll drive round the corner to see if any more..
I think that's when I woke up! The dreams were all ultra vivid and indistinguishable from reality, but funny how the memories start fading as soon as I wake up. Writing them here helps me remember them.