Dreams.

[DGB454]

Do you have any re occuring dreams?

 

[MazKid]

I use to.

Many years ago I had this re-occuring dream. It was me in bed, in a normal bed though, not my bed. The room was sunny, and it was kinda hazy in the room. I'm sleeping on my back, strait in the middle of the bed, and it's as if I'm(while the dream is going on) watching myself sleep from a camera mounted on a post at the end of the bed. Then the bed starts moving. Very smooth. Out my bed room door, and starts going down the hall. Like it's gliding on air, staying perfectly level. Goes into the kitchen, and starts going down the stairs...at the bottom of the stairs, the dream just fades away.

Kinda odd.

 

[wazzuuup]

I've had dreams of getting laid by this hot cheerleader at my school a few times. Funny thing is though, I've already had my share of pu ssy.

edit- damn filter
edit- aaaaaaarrrrrg. its a smart filter

 

[PoeticSoul952]

I had a weird dream where i fought this guy that dont like me...he kept trying to kick me in the balls.......but finaly i win...

 

[CDailey]

I have quite a few re-occurring dreams.

Does anyone know why dreams re-occurre?

 

[Viper_Maniac]

I have quite a few re-occuring dreams. Like one where i drive around town in a Hummer doin stuff like I would in GTA. At least I'm not doin it for real like some people do.

 

[Joey]

recurring? i can't think of any...although i have dreams about my school all the time...once i skateboarded through the top floor, went down the elevator, and beat up the janitor with the board; i don't know how to skateboards at all - i don't even know where mine is.

last night i dreamt that Rikku from FFX raced me in this weird, hovering halfpipe track in the sky. i won with my Camry.

i should really stop playing that game...it's getting freaky.

 

[RVDNuT374]

I occasionaly dream about stealing the full winged dodo in GTA3. I'm just playing the game, then it lands on the runway, then I just steal it.

 

[Acid X]

I always do. Every once and a while a new one comes along. Heh heh..

 

[The | Jackal]

Not that they have been occuring as of recent, but I do remember about 10 months ago that I occasionally dreamt about myself being inbetween two medieval armies as they came rushing down into battle. BUT, the scariest one, the last one, and I remember this clearly. The two armies stopped feet away from me, and some dropped their weapons for some reason.

 

[DGB454]

Well the one I have over and over again since I was about 10 is where I can fly without help from a plane or anything. It's not always the same dream but I can fly in them.

 

[Vasco]

Hm, my dreams never re-occur strangely.

 

[halfracedrift]

IMO, re occuring dreams means that
The thing that happens in the dream is significant to you, or you just have a overdose of it

and,

I use to.

Many years ago I had this re-occuring dream. It was me in bed, in a normal bed though, not my bed. The room was sunny, and it was kinda hazy in the room. I'm sleeping on my back, strait in the middle of the bed, and it's as if I'm(while the dream is going on) watching myself sleep from a camera mounted on a post at the end of the bed. Then the bed starts moving. Very smooth. Out my bed room door, and starts going down the hall. Like it's gliding on air, staying perfectly level. Goes into the kitchen, and starts going down the stairs...at the bottom of the stairs, the dream just fades away.

Kinda odd.

thats whats known as your guardian sleeper....
its common in NA too...
alot of people have "visions" about seeing theirselves in their dreams... kinda freaky, but its nothing serious....

/\ all that knowledge gained from a silly grade 7 textbook


edit: i've blown the dust off of the book.. pretty old
lol
extact definition is
Astral projection - when a person feels that their spirit is rising out of their actual body. Such people claim that while sleeping they can sit on the end of their bed and watch themselves.

 

[Vasco]

I happen to always watch myself in my dreams...i don't think i'm ever seeing it from my perspective.

 

[Thio]

when i was in 8th grade, i had dreams of breathing underwater and that's always before i go swimming the next day. and also, i hear the EXACT same song as i go there most of the time ....

it's either the radio station has a weekly schedule or it's just coincidence ......

 

[milefile]

I never had a recurring dream until recently (except one). I should say that all my dreams have common characteristics even though the story or events are different. My dreams are never, ever, good. They never have been. But I can rarely call them "nightmares." "Surreal" would be more accurate. I usually wake up and remember some incomprehensible series of absurd or disturbing events. Usually, the associated feeling is much stronger than the visual memory. They make me feel weighed down, like something very bad happened. I just keep reminding myself that nothing has happened and by the afternoon I stop thinking about it, usually.

When I was a kid I used to dream of the moon rolling through my neighborhood, crushing houses, coming toward mine. In the dream the moon was probably about 200 feet tall. I had that dream for a few years.

But my recent recurring dream is more like a recurring theme. It has to do with my dad's family and all nine of his brothers and sisters, and my grandparents. I used to be very close to them and then wasn't after I was about thirteen or so. Now I wish I'd never blown them off the way I did as a teen. As milestones in my life come up I start dreaming about them all the time. It started a couple months before I got married, and has gone into high gear again with the impending arrival of my baby. Usually I am in a house that is mine, but it is a house I have never seen before, and I encounter family members all over the place. I'm walking around like "how did you all get here? and why?" (they all live 1900 miles away). And that's it. I don't feel bad when I get up or anything. Although I do sometimes wish the dream houses were my real house.

 

[sn00pie]

Originally posted by milefile
I should say that all my dreams have common characteristics even though the story or events are different. My dreams are never, ever, good. They never have been. But I can rarely call them "nightmares." "Surreal" would be more accurate. I usually wake up and remember some incomprehensible series of absurd or disturbing events. Usually, the associated feeling is much stronger than the visual memory. They make me feel weighed down, like something very bad happened. I just keep reminding myself that nothing has happened and by the afternoon I stop thinking about it, usually.

Exactly!

I can't say I ever had any re-occuring dreams, I think it would pretty much freak me out. However, I do wish I could remember my dreams better. I hardly ever remember locations, or events, I barely remember who is in my dreams!

 

[Magic069]

I hardly have re-occuring dreams, but the cast that seem to be in my dreams, is usually always the same. Just the people around me, friends, family, and even co-workers. My imgination is pretty good about giving me new and exciting "movies" as I call them every night.

It has a lot to do with what I watch or play right before going to bed. I have had racing dreams, right after playing GT3, or mobster type dreams right after playing GTA3.

 

[Vasco]

I usually have dreams where i'm being stabbed, shot, or i'm doing that to other people. Very scary.

 

[Pupik]

Originally posted by jubula
Does anyone know why dreams re-occur?

Well, don't take it personal, but it usually means that you have some issue to deal with that you have been ignoring for a long time. Dreams are thought to be manifestations of your unconscious; the unconscious being the “hidden” part of your life’s activities.

By hidden, I say there are parts of your life in which you are only semi-aware of (a “sixth sense”, or “odd feeling”, or don’t understand at all) and the mind naturally represses these thoughts until you have relaxed the mind. We’re so busy with the day-to-day life (which, of course is normal), that we rarely deal with the issues that we’ve sent packing to the attic of our mind.

Well, for most of us, the mind is fully relaxed during sleep. Now the mind has a funny way of communicating to us; usually it’s in the form of symbols, because we are bombarded by pictures, images, photos, visualizations…they make up a great deal of our perceptible world. The trick is realizing what the dream is composed of, interpreting the symbols, and understanding them in a way that affects your life.

One dream symbol may have nothing in common to another person, its significance is rarely the same from individual to individual. But there are common feelings and intuitions for the same dream action or symbol; but there are still varying ways at looking at the dream, based on the dreamer. There are many schools of thought associated with dream interpretation; the classical school of thought has branched into Freudian (most dreams are heavily sexual in nature, or deal with fear of mother and father) and the Jungian (dream symbols are rather universal in mankind) interpretation. (I’m sure there are others, but I don’t know much about them.)

I can tell you that I used to have lots and lots of dreams that made me say “WTF?” as soon as I woke up in the morning. Those dreams have been quite valuable to me; better than any movie or TV program, because it was generated, produced, and directed by me! But you have to understand and interpret it’s content.

One easy-to-interpret reoccurring dream I had was that of driving my car in the rain, and spinning and crashing. Now it may have seemed easy enough; I had actually crashed my car in the rain due to driving too fast, aquaplaning, and having little recourse but to spin into a wall. The dreams had varying levels of car control; sometimes it was under control, other times it was a mess! But the dreams frightened me; especially due to the amount of rain we get in Florida, having to drive that morning if it was raining was quite scary at times.

I asked myself, what am I so afraid of? The car can be repaired, there will be a new car one day if it’s wrecked. Your life doesn’t have the same ability. The car represented “responsibility”; it was not merely a passenger vehicle, and I was taking poor care of it (duty). I was destroying my life, losing control of it. The rain was life’s troubles, it was coming down in multitudes, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Now I understood; I took more control of my life, and dealt with it in a more responsible manner. I was becoming an adult, not a kid anymore.

Well, one day I was (in reality, not a dream) driving on a highway in the middle of nowhere, and the sky burst in a horrendous rainstorm. There was even hail falling. It was horrible if you didn’t have some sort of shelter. But I felt right then I was ready for transformation; and plowed though the mess while everyone else was driving slowly. I wasn’t going particularly fast, maybe 50mph (posted 70!), while the other cars were going about 20-30mph. I loved it, absolute joy in the field of what could be a terrible thing! I felt like I had conquered a virtually groundless fear by action, not inaction. And you know what? I never have had the “spinning” dream since.

Take that for what it’s worth, for I’m not a psychologist.

 

[milefile]

Originally posted by pupik


Take that for what it’s worth, for I’m not a psychologist.

Everybody is a psychologist. The fact that anyone gets paid for it is pitiful. They are to blame for the slow death of friendships, marriages, and families. Unless you're truly sick, paying someone to listen to you whine, hiring a sympathy-whore, is bad.

But anyway, that was a good analysis, a primer for the dream chapter in Psych 101. Whenever I remember any dream I automatically analyze it, unless it's just way to abstract and I'm too tired to, knowing that in an hour the memory will be so faint that it'd be pointless to try.

Two dreams I've had that stick out (although not recurring) were from my teens. One has a fairly simple meaning, the other not so simple. Maybe Pupik can interpret them for me.

First one...
I am in the TV room in the house I grew up in, watching TV with my family. The TV screen switches to the emergency braodcast system, but there is no "This is a test" on the screen. My dad turns on the radio. There is lot's of jibberish about Russia and nuclear war, and the bombs are coming. We have only a few minutes left (I get serious chills remembering this dream). We gravitate toward eachother in the center of the room, kneeling in a sort of group hug. Everybody looks very scared and worried. My little sister is crying. Nobody talks. Then, through the arcadia doors, a blinding flash and heat and a deafening roar. And I wake up and start crying. It took me days to feel normal again.

Second one...
I am lost in an industrial/office park, walking around looking for something familiar. It is dark or dusk and there is nobody around. Outside the industrial park there are no signs of civilization, only green grass rolling off as far as the eye can see. The sky is gloomy and the air is dead still. In the distance I see a tornado coming. I run into one of the low, glass office buildings. In the lobby there is a very large glass tank. Inside it is a very large (truck sized) crab-like creature. On the walls there are museum displays of old, medieval weapons like axes, maces, spears, etc. I feel compelled to use one to kill the creature, but I know it is too big. That's all I remember.

But...

Years later I dream of the same industrial park only this time I am flying trough it, effortlessly, like I always knew how to fly. I'd pay money to have that one again.

 

[Shannon]

Um, can't think of any. I can remember some crappy dream I had where it was set in a 2D Gameboy Zelda theme thing.

I crossed this bridge with a few mates into this castle and killed all these zombies and skeletons and crap. Then the police came along and we find out there is a criminaly hiding in the castle. The criminal sets up a bomb to destroy the castle so we climb down the side of the moat thingy and get into a little dinghy. The dream then switches from 2D to 3D. We go down the river, then we get out and run down the road. Then we are sitting on a curb talking about stuff. Then a good lookin girl comes over and we end up over her place. Then here mother asks me do I want lettuce on my sandwich and that's when I woke up.

Now you can't tell me that is something I have to deal with in real life...

 

[Pupik]

Originally posted by milefile
Two dreams I've had that stick out (although not recurring) were from my teens. One has a fairly simple meaning, the other not so simple. Maybe Pupik can interpret them for me.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. But seeing how I don't know you that well...I can only speculate. And remember the disclaimer above.

First one...
I am in the TV room in the house I grew up in, watching TV with my family. The TV screen switches to the emergency braodcast system, but there is no "This is a test" on the screen. My dad turns on the radio. There is lot's of jibberish about Russia and nuclear war, and the bombs are coming. We have only a few minutes left (I get serious chills remembering this dream). We gravitate toward eachother in the center of the room, kneeling in a sort of group hug. Everybody looks very scared and worried. My little sister is crying. Nobody talks. Then, through the arcadia doors, a blinding flash and heat and a deafening roar. And I wake up and start crying. It took me days to feel normal again.

Ah, yes...growing up during the second half of the Cold War. Remember SDI? How Ronald Reagan had darned well play the part of Superman, and not Elderly Man? It's a miracle he was an idealist, for if he thought like his cronies, we'd all be a memory right now.

Anyhow, I suppose it's not even thinly veiled, you were just plain fearful of death and annihilation (a normal fear for humans and animals). That fear keeps us alive...if you truly don't fear death, then you're probably Jesus or Buddha...or a ground soldier on some wierd drug. I'm guessing you were younger then, and like all teenagers, you feared death before you were truly alive. Hence, the crazy stunts we all pull when we are younger.

Second one...
I am lost in an industrial/office park, walking around looking for something familiar. It is dark or dusk and there is nobody around. Outside the industrial park there are no signs of civilization, only green grass rolling off as far as the eye can see. The sky is gloomy and the air is dead still. In the distance I see a tornado coming. I run into one of the low, glass office buildings. In the lobby there is a very large glass tank. Inside it is a very large (truck sized) crab-like creature. On the walls there are museum displays of old, medieval weapons like axes, maces, spears, etc. I feel compelled to use one to kill the creature, but I know it is too big. That's all I remember.

But...

Years later I dream of the same industrial park only this time I am flying trough it, effortlessly, like I always knew how to fly. I'd pay money to have that one again.

The glass tank....interesting. The appearance of being solid, yet very fragile. Think about that. Not as strong as one appears. Think of your weaknesses...why are they weaknesses?

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The advice from Pupik is in now way a substitute for real knowledge or professional help. I reserve the right to be absolutely wrong and incorrect at any time. However, I also reserve the right to call myself stupid.