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Occasionally I wake up and type out my dreams

Occasionally I wake up and type out my dreams (what I can remember). This one, like most, I find little meaning in. Please excuse its disconnected nature: I picked up my clothing and went to the bathroom to change.

After entering the handy-capped stall I realized there were other people in the room, some women. The walls of the stall were nearly a foot shorter than me. The door did not lock from the inside so I had to reach over the wall to turn the lock to keep the door closed.

Moments after I had done this the door swung open and a dashing, adventures man at least older than 50 steps in. (not sure if any words are exchanged first).

Then I notice that one of the women has now entered, by crawling under the stall wall, quite unattractive and old as well (semi-retarded and unkept look), but probably younger than the next woman who enters. She is older, but was clearly once very attractive. I appreciate her image.

She may have a cigarette on a long plastic holder/filter. They have a unique style (can’t remember much conversation, but some did take place). I ask them if they always do this. They explain that when they began they would only stand in the entrance way of random bathrooms (which were apparently wood?), which I see as many years ago.

Over time, they made their way inside. It was a friendly conversation. I am now on a bus, traveling slowly as we leave the parking lot of a stadium. I later identify this as Florida, but it seems more tropical and humid.

There is an ocean beside us with a beach. The roads are dirty and cheap. Everything has a slightly disorganized feel. There are now military personnel shouting at us, indicating that we must turn around (or something). As the bus driver moves slightly forward for legitimate reasons, a soldier standing a at simple steel gate raises his shotgun in a manner that makes me ask myself, in a concerned voice, why he did that. -This is a drug raid- We are off the bus.

They are telling us to put our possessions into our bags and leave our bags somewhere(?). I decide to keep my hat because of how hot it is. The people from the bathroom are here, as well as some other familiar faces. We are put into a queue that is shaped like a long narrow ‘U’. We are near the stadium. The queue runs down a tight alley, one side of is made of that perforated zagging metal, and the other is likely wood. ( How it looks: |U| except the U would be upside down. because we are at the end of the que, we are standing intimately close to the start, where body searches are being performed.

The woman I see first see being searched is Black. She is incredibly attractive. She is wearing a 1-piece blue dress which ends several inches above her knees. The searches appear to be full-body as a female military has her rubber glove covered finger up and inside of her.

All of the strange dreams probably came to me from ages 10 to 17

I remember having strange dreams but mostly when I was growing up, not now that I’m older. All of the strange dreams probably came to me from ages 10 to 17, something like that.

I remember as a youth having so many strange dreams, I would tell people, and most of the time people would actually recount similar experiences in their dreams.

One that comes to mind, is a dream that I was in the car, but nobody was driving it, and it was leaving my house and taking off. It was extremely scary and I don’t remember much after leaving the house.

Another one as a child was a very strange dream involving floating transparent monsters floating through the bathroom mirror. All I remember about that one was being extremely young.

Another weird dream that comes to mind was a dream where people I knew would have all of their eyes messed up or crossed, and it panicked me. Another one that’s happened multiple times is one where my father is showing up in two places in the house and seemingly two people, and it turns into a twilight zone type of panic.

Sorry to keep only mentioning negative stories, all these seem to be nightmares, but for some reason those types of dreams are the most memorable to me, not some kind of nice dream.

Speaking of horrifying memorable dreams I can think of another one where I was running from Zombies throughout my city, and trying to avoid them at every turn, looking for some kind of mystical runes.

Everyone of these dreams were probably all reactions to the variety of television, music, and movies I was being exposed to in the 80’s, we all know the media, especially horror, was actually kind of extreme back then.

I had the strangest dream the other night

I had the strangest dream the other night. Two of my cousins were visiting, so we were all sleeping in the living room, and I was on the phone with my boyfriend. I woke up and was on the phone with him, and he was telling me about all the crazy things I said and I told him that he must be on drugs but I asked my cousins that were over and they agreed that about half of that stuff happened.

It was very random. There was soda falling out of the ceiling. My cousin was playing baseball, and he was playing a shooting game on the wii, while I was watching T.V. at the same time, in the same room. My boyfriend was a piece of buttery toasted toast that popped out of the toaster and kissed me. My two cousins were fighting over flying hot dogs. We were all drinking coffee and choking on our burps. But ya, that’s my story of a very strange, very random dream.

Dream about my husband for the past 8 years

I have had this reoccurring dream about my husband for the past 8 years. It bothers me a bit so I will describe it. I am sitting on a high hill, sort a like foothills and there are tons of oak trees all over the place. There is lots of tall grass like wheat and it’s golden. Off in the distance there an old steam engine train chugging along with electric blue smoke coming out of the stack.

Then I see my husband running like the wind. He is tanned and beautiful with long black hair. He looks almost like an American Indian but I somehow know it’s him. I continue to sit on the hill watching him run and admire his agility. He keeps running and he is glistening from the sweat which I can smell.

He smells like fresh cut grass. He looks up towards me on the hill and he waves and gives me that special smile that I know is only for me. I wave and holler at him to come up the hill. He keeps running. I notice the train is coming closer so I wave him up the hill. But he keeps running.

The wind suddenly goes silent, birds stop chirping. The train gets closer and closer and my husband seems to not notice or even hear the train. The train smacks into him. At the impact I am awake….stark raving awake. I feel so scared that it was real; I look next to me to make sure he is there and breathing.

I never seem to get past the point of impact in this dream and I have the same dream about 3 times a year. I’ve never shared this dream with anyone but my husband, who thinks I am just plain weird. I have had this dream for 8 years now and I wish it would go away. It gives me a strange feeling of foreboding, like events yet to come. I feel possibly by describing this dream that it will go away.

That night when I went to sleep I had the strangest dream

When I was 13 years old, I was on a summer break with the family. We went down to our family home on the lake. I was out on the little john boat, with my older brother. He was being mean as always.

So I decided to jump out of the boat and swim back to shore. But, I forgot I had my glasses on. Well, they came off. To the bottom they sank. So, I swam back to the shore slowly knowing I would be the one in trouble. Sure enough when I got back. I got a good talking too.

But, still there was nothing that could be done. I was over the spring when I jumped out the boat. They were at the bottom. No one knew how deep it was. They were gone and would have to be replaced.

That night when I went to sleep I had the strangest dream. I only had it that one time. But, I would never forget it. I was sitting on the dock at the family lake house. I was just sitting there. Feet hanging over the side. Doing nothing but sitting there. Then all of a sudden. There was an apple sitting next to me on the dock and there was a little john boat sitting out in the middle of the water.

I had no clue where either of them came from. The boat looked empty. As I sat there I got hungrier and hungrier. The more I sat the more I wanted to eat that apple. So, finally I took a bite. I felt a piercing pain in my lip. I saw a little blood. Then, I felt a tug, a yank. Then, I was pulled so hard from the dock, right into the water.

I was being pulled through the water by my lips. I was being pulled towards that empty boat. When I reached the side of the boat. I started to pull myself up over the side. So I could catch my breath.

I look in the boat and what did I see. A bass, a big bass. With my glasses on. Little tiny fishing pole. The bass had just caught me using an apple as bait. I woke up. I ran to the bathroom to check my face. I was looking for a hook in my lip. Or blood on my face. But I didn’t see anything.

Realizing it was a dream. I have told a lot of people about this dream. I am sure that I had it, due to me losing my glasses earlier that day. But, everyone I have told. Just looks at me in aw. With nothing to say. I would say that was a weird dream.

There stood three black horses

This is a repeating dream I had a few years back, so vivid I still remember it today and wonder what it means. For the first two nights, the dream was the same. I was standing outside my childhood home, a yellow two-story building with shutters that made the windows look like eyes.

I stood out in the driveway and walked to the backyard, behind the garage. There, by the swing set, stood three black horses. I felt frozen in place, just watching them. A clock or a bell chimed three times, and they ran away.

The first night I didn’t think much of it, but after the second night I was confused, and afraid I’d spend the rest of my life having the same dream. The third night, before I went to sleep, I decided to do something about it.

I fell asleep, and the dream began again. I remember there was a yellow moon in the sky, a harvest moon, full and low over the treetops. I waited by the swing set for the clock to chime again.

On the third strike, as the horses began to run away, I reached out and took the bridle of the last horse. That woke me from my dream, startled. I still wonder what it means.

As a teenager I began having dreams of falling

As a teenager I began having dreams of falling. I would start falling but I do not know what I was falling from. I would awaken in a startled state of mind before I hit the ground. I never landed so there was never any injuries or anything.

I would just be startled. This dream kept occurring over and over. Maybe ten to twelve times a year. The dream was always the same.

I never landed but was always kind of shaken up from the danger I faced. When I turned 22 I actually did fall. I was in construction and I fell 81 feet, which is about 7 stories. I landed on my feet crushing them. Broke my back, internal and head injuries. I was in a coma for 8 days. I lost a leg 18 years later.

Of course, to say the least I almost died several times in the coming years due to these injuries. However, today I am 51. I work full time as an insurance agent. Most people can not tell I have ever been injured.

Actually when I tell someone I do not have but one leg I usually have to prove it. However, the interesting thing to me and something that has puzzled me over the years. I have never again had that dream of falling except for one time after I fell. That dream I think scared me so bad that I never will again dream that horrible dream again.

I dream wired things about rescuing fish

I don’t dream too often but there are these dreams I have that I always seem to remember. They always have to do with some type of sea animals. Usually fish but I’ve seen eels and frogs also. I’ve heard fish mean pregnancy but I’m positive mine aren’t.

For some reason every time I’ve had one of these dreams it was about me trying to save the fish or move them from one tank to another without killing them. Many times they ended up dying somehow in the dream.

Either I put them in a tank with the wrong type of fish and the other fish kill them. Or I drop them and they are in the air to long. They are very strange. I would say I’ve had about 10 of these dreams.

I’ve told my mom and friends but they kinda just don’t think anything of it. I do have a pond in my backyard that has fish in it and it is right under my window. But I never think about that so I don’t know why it would influence my dreams but that is the only thing I can relate them to.

Another time when I dreamt of the eel someone else accidentally killed it by getting lotion in its tank and I tried so hard to save it and I couldn’t. Maybe the dreams represent “fish out of water”.

They seem to have to do with the problems in my life even though I don’t know how to relate them. Another dream I was working in some type of pet store with about 50 tanks. They had so many different types of fish.

I went to transfer fish into different tanks and they next thing I new one of the tanks broke everywhere all over the floor. Then another one. So I was just picking them up and throwing them in any tank I could. From mixing the fish I some how killed them all. They sound crazy but that’s what happened.

A symbolic dream in the temple

I often dream. And like all other people I promptly forget on waking up. But one dream has stayed with me like a reality. It was a period of time when I was struggling to make my marriage work. And was finding it extremely difficult to cope up with In-Laws pressure, husband’s indifference. I wanted to escape.

But it was not to be. Because as a child it was embibed in me not to buckle under pressure. I dreamt of sitting in my spiritual guides house.(he was no more at that time) There were some cars parked outside. Every one was in best of their attire.

Even his wife was looking radiant in a red and gold sari.(In Indian culture widows wear white or pastel shades.) Nath ji asked me to go and sit in the car. I do as told. I avoid looking at my husband, least he tells me not to go.

On the way Nath ji hand over two sacks to take care of. We all go to an ancient temple. I carry the sacks with me. And we all sit in front of Goddess Durga cross legged.

I keep the sacks near me on the floor. Suddenly I found my husband standing next to me. I looked at him for a fraction of a second. And when I look back, sacks are gone. I look at Nath ji with questioning eyes, he smiles and nod his head. There my dream ends.

It was a symbolic dream. Two sacks were my responsibilities or the burden I was carrying. There disappearance was a signal that I will soon get over any difficulties. And temple and my spiritual guide Nath JI’s presence was a blessing from God. And my husband’s presence along with others was co operation of family and friends. And this dream has proved true.

Dreams related to a real life events

I have had a number of dreams all my life with a recurrent theme to them-my mother is angry with me and is pursuing me and I am truly afraid and fleeing the scene. The dreams often focus on my taking a number of actions to elude her and her always popping up despite my best efforts to put distance between us.

These dreams always feature a younger me (as a child, teen, or young adult). Sometimes, they take place in the house that I grew up in Detroit. My family lived in a large 4 bedroom house on a city street. My parents and I had bedrooms in the upper floor of the house along with a bathroom and some closets. My bedroom was oddly shaped with a small hallway leading into a large room.

Flanking the hallway were two small closets for clothes. Besides the main door there was another door in my bedroom that led to an attic room. I explain all this because sometimes in my dreams, I would hide in one of the closets or I would try to block the bedroom door with the doors of the two closets. In other dreams, I would gather up food, clothing and other essentials and try to hide in the attic room.

In other dreams, I have no place to hide. The dreams are just once constant chase sequence, almost like in the movie “The Fugitive” with Harrison Ford and Tommy Lee Jones.

The dreams are in an indirect way related to real life events. My mother and I never engaged in a real life chase. However, looking back, it is obvious she had emotional issues that were never resolved. She was obsessively neat and just as obsessively concerned about other people’s opinions about her family.

She was constantly critical of me while I was growing up and even when I accomplished something, she had a way of belittling it. As I grew up, she was intrusive and did not have good boundaries in our relationship.

I think she had trouble distinguishing where she ended and I began. I am now 53 and my mom is 88. I am her primary caregiver. She is unfortunately limited by short-term memory loss but again there is something more.

When I am in her home, she becomes very dependent. She is capable of doing some basic things like clothing herself but makes a big fuss that she cannot and needs my help. There seems to be a need for her to always be the center of attention. I try to deal with this the best I can but once again, I am dealing with her dysfunction. As I have grown older, the strange dream has been less constant. But every once in a while, I still have it and when I do, it is frightening to me as ever.