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MistressMaggie wrote:I had my first dream about this forum last night.... I was reading about Katjapurrs upcoming surgery before i went to bed, and i guess i've been watching too much grey's anatomy...

I was working a party or something.. i remember i was selling food from behind a counter (big paper bags full of french fries) and this ambulance pulls up. Katja is driving, and she pulls up, opens the door, and there's blood everywhere, in her lap and on the floor under her seat, but all she can say is "it's gone.. it's gone..." Apparently, at this point i became a surgeon and hopped into the ambulance to take her to a hospital in London, Ontario, despite the fact that she kept telling me it wasn't necessary because "it's gone now. It's ok!" The highway we were on, oddly enough, appeared to be driving through a prison, as every few minutes we would pass a giant wall with barbed wire across the top. I got lost and had to stop for directions to the hospital because "I'm a surgeon, not a driver dammit!"

I don't remember whether we ever made it to the hospital, but at least katja was happy.

I love making guest appearances in other people's dreams, although i can only think of one scenario that would result in this.. and it'd make one helluva book s'always nice to know people are thinking of you!

My dreams have been a bit few and far between lately as i tend to remember dreams less when I'm stressed. I used to have a lot of dreams about being involuntarily committed, (usually these were those dreams where you wake up in the dream and you're still dreaming... just to put an emphasis on the "prisoner" part of the dream). Usually in these dreams i was a child, as were the other "patients", the "hospital" was usually a labyrinth constructed of random rooms and hallways from the church i went to growing up, and the dreams usually centered around trying to help as many people escape as i could. I would usually be granted some superpowers at the beginning of the dream to help me in my quest, but as the dream would progress i would be captured, roughed up (or chemically sedated) and placed in confinement. Each time i would "wake up" the confinement would be more and more intense and my powers would disappear, eventually I'd just curl up in a ball and rock in the corner.

Next year I'll be going to community college trying to build up a transcript so i can get back in school and start on the path towards becoming a social worker and help some children escape abuse for real.

Wahoo Dreams!

I had a dream last night about a friend of mine giving me her urine sample so I could do a pregnancy test for her, it came out positive and my father walked into the bathroom and saw the thing, but I told him it was my friend's and he said "Phew! I thought it was yours!" and walked out. I then carried the results around with me at school and my chemistry teacher read it while helping me with my homework and looked at me weirdly so I had to write on the little card that it wasn't mine.

It was odd.

You secretly want to carry your friend's lovechild. :B

Okay.. well, I haven't really read every single post to this, but.. well, dreams don't always nesesar.. nessac.. nessesar.. ...screw it ... dont' always mean anything. Dreams are your mind's way of calming down, reordering itself from the chaos of the day. It could just be your mind's way of giving you something to think durring the night. I'd not put too much stock into it actually having any kind of psychological meaning to it.

Katrina Mishow wrote: nesesar.. nessac.. nessesar.. ...screw it ...

That is my least favourite word to spell. I never get it right.

Necessarily?

My least favorite words to spell are double consonant words as well, though I've painfulyl learned over time which ones to be careful of. Heck, I used to spell vacuum as vaccuum for the longest time.

The way I like to think of it is that your dreams are your subconcious making sense off everything you've taken in lately. All the sights, sounds and feelings you are bombarded with every day are expressed in a dream.

::Nods at MistyMaggie.:: Yeah, I think that's kinda what I was trying to say, only in alot less words. ^^;;

MistressMaggie wrote:The way I like to think of it is that your dreams are your subconcious making sense off everything you've taken in lately. All the sights, sounds and feelings you are bombarded with every day are expressed in a dream.

I once dreamed I was a 14 year old catgirl with a sniper-rifle who was in a "game" of counterstrike inside a huge fricking mall with live ammo(but it was ok, cause we could all respawn), but we had to put off the game to fight the C.H.U.D.s when they came up from the sewer to attack us after being brought to life from the movie by a coven of warlocks who lived under the mall...

If you're telling my my subconscious "made sense" of my real life to make that, then I gotta start paying better attention cause I'm missing some pretty awesome shit.

Sure, some dreams try to make sense of reality, but others are jstu good old entertainment. And maybe training for very very unlikely incidents.

I once dreamt I was climbing a mountain while going after thsi elusive animal, probably a Yeti for all I know. But the dream felt very very real. And I have a lot of dreams where I'm doing stuff with my relatives, probably since I don't get to see them much and I want to hang out with them more, I dunno.

I once dreamed I was a 14 year old catgirl with a sniper-rifle who was in a "game" of counterstrike inside a huge fricking mall with live ammo(but it was ok, cause we could all respawn), but we had to put off the game to fight the C.H.U.D.s when they came up from the sewer to attack us after being brought to life from the movie by a coven of warlocks who lived under the mall...

If you're telling my my subconscious "made sense" of my real life to make that, then I gotta start paying better attention cause I'm missing some pretty awesome shit.

Your mind isn't literally saying to itself "gee, today was like bing a 14 yr old catgirl with a sniper rifle!", but you seem to have some knowledge of counterstrike, so i would assume you've played it in the recent past, and your mind could be using that as an outlet to express some feelings of hostility or aggression or frustration you had, either concious or unconcious.

I'm not a gamer nor a movie buff, so i don't know enough about the other things you mention to even come up with any sort of plausible explanation for the rest of this. C.H.U.D's? what movie? catgirl? i have no idea to what these things are referring, so i don't know what basis your brain could possibly have had to create links like that.

CHUDS (short for Canabalistic Humanoid Underground Dwelers) was a horrible below B grade movie that I've heard about but never actually watched.

And, actually, I've never played Counterstirke(though I have played quite a few other FPS games).

And [McCarthy]I am not now, nor have I ever been a catgirl[/McCarthy]... Not that there's anything wrong with that.

As for hostility, Oh yeah I could stand to work some of that out... probably best that it occur fictionally.

I'm sometimes a catgirl, but only on the Internet. :3

as long as we're speculating....

could frequency be a factor in determining what is just entertainment while you sleep and what are actual messages coming from your subconcious? (i.e. reoccurring dreams, reoccurring scenarios/themes, reoccurring elements/objects/people have more significance than things that only come up once in a while?) Perhaps we should look to our dreams, not for specific messages, but as an overall indicator of how our needs are being met (i.e. if you've had a lot of dreams about flying, maybe you need to get some additional perspective on life (whether that means traveling abroad, studying a biography on someone's life), or maybe you were destined to be a pilot?

Dreams without context (IMHO) are nothing more than entertainment, but put a larger context (i.e. your life) they can be a bit more telling.

-k

Ooh, dreams! Now the ball is in Johnny's court!

Both as a symptom of some of my health issues and due to a side effect from my medications, I have incredibly vivid dreams about the most mundane crap. I'll get up in the morning and forget to, say, go to the store and get milk because I did it in a dream, or I'll be surprised when I still have cup noodles in the cupboard because I finished them off in a dream.

The issue, of course, is that I find myself being able to depend less and less on my memories. I can't go around not feeding my chinchilla just because I did it in a dream; I spend a lot of time double-checking the things I do every day.

As for messed up dreams, I had a dream a few nights ago where I found myself with a fertilized embryo with my own genetic material and this girl I know (whom I have never met in person and wouldn't do the sexy with if I did) and decided to have a doctor give me a babymaker so I could carry it to term. I gave birth (it was easy and painless, I don't see what you women complain about) to a slightly emaciated, rather tall infant with a slight blue tint to his hair and skin. after cuddling with him for a while, I gave him to my mom to take care of while I showered baby goo off. I was astonished and quite proud to find that after only three hours of being out of the womb he could already stand and speak in broken toddler english.

Of course, I immediately felt bad and hopped onto my computer; I forgot to tell my boy that I was preggers for that nine months, and I forgot to ask that girl if it was okay that I used her genetics. She didn't care, and he was happy for me. The end!

Yay for dancing babies!

I have dreams like that, i keep waking up after i dreamt about finishing the leftovers and wondering why they were still in the fridge.

I had a very sexy dream last night. I watched grey's anatomy before bed, and I dreamt that i was in bed with McDreamy, naked, Fooling around, and he sat on my chest with his hard cock in my face and suddenly got guilty and confessed to me that he had fathered a child with an ex-girlfriend while we had been apart.

The weird part was that before this, I had been at the hospital, and three babies were delivered. One died, and I had to find and tell the father, but the way i did that was to bring him a folded up diaper like you see in military funerals when they fold up the flag off the casket and present it to the widow.

Ever have dreams that make you sick? When I've been drinking I have dreams that go around in circles until it makes me sick, normally about math. A mathematical problem will keep going round and round in my head until i wake up nauseaus.

I once dreamt that I was walking in the city and an electricity demon was loose, and he kept ravaging things and going nuts... I eventually trapped him in a music player.

During the process of getting clean (from various nasty chemical dependancies) I would have the most horrifically vivid dreams I've ever experienced. Whatever would happen in those dreams would affect me in waking life for days, be it anger or constant crying, it would even affect my relationships with people according to what they had done in the dream. It sucked. It got to the point where the prospect of going to bed was frightening.
But I guess if you've doped youself up for that long to the point where your true sleep (when it happens) is dreamless, you kind of go into overdrive when your brain finally starts to function normally again.
Also, it felt like my mind was going back over the past few years and trying to make sense (emotionally and otherwise) of what I had done and experienced, but was all muddled because I'd been so drugged the whole time.

My dreams tend to get like that when I have "black holes," (what I call episodes of severe depression.) Although they never get quite as vivid and horrible as they did during detox, they come pretty close.

Last night I dreamed about throwing up. Then today when I was riding the bus home I started remembering it and almost reenacted it. Horrible.