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Do you act like yourselves in your dreams, or do you act "out of character"? |
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So, to answer your question, yes. |
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In a camp ground just outside of Venice Italy, I was laying on a blanket with a girl, on a grassy area in front of a rocky shoreline, at dusk. We were kissing and talking, and then we heard some weird noises. Sort of deep squeeking, really bad sounding. I leaned up on my elbows, and looked around and didn't see anything. We heard it agian, this time we say eyes in the rocks. Not one set of eyes, dozens. Dozens of sewer rats or somthing all cralwling out of the rocks, and making teritorial noises at us. I hate rats, and when I saw them, I jumped right up, grabbed the blanket and the girl and ran. I just kept on dreaming that incident over and over. I hate rats. Damn. |
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I remeber it was dark and rainy outside in my dream. Any Idea what the hell that means? |
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I was in this home for orphans in Germany during WWII, and I was a pretty bad kid. We had this nurse who was really mean to us, and in one part of the dream, all of us were gathered in this dining room, and I was smoking a cigarette [see what I mean about not acting like myself? I don't smoke] and I flicked it at the nurse. Anyway, the next thing I know, we're all "taking a trip to the country" and we have to get there by train. We end up in this nice inn-type place. At this point I ask our nurse: what have we been eating for the past few days? I didn't recognize the flavor. Then she begins to speak in a logical-succession kind of format. I can't remember exactly how her argument went, but it was something like: a) you don't recognize the flavor b) the meat is unusually lean c) you kids are rather skinny d) some of you are missing e) why do you think that is? When it hit me, I fell on my knees and doubled over and just screamed and screamed. |
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After that I had a dream that I was in Antarctica and Prince Charles and some other people were walking around exploring the place, and when Prince Charles came up to me I saw that he was so cold that his face was literally as white as snow. So I put my hands up to his face hoping to warm some color back into them. I like my dreams. They're always entertaining. |
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Ew! Timothy Dalton grosses me out! And so do foot massages, for that matter. Then the dream took me into the woods where a cow was loose and was trying to get me (a mad cow?), so I had to grab its head and hold its jaws shut so it wouldn't bite me. That is a recurrant image in my dreaming...mean barnyard animals (goats, cows, sheep) that I have to hold by the head to keep them from biting me. I wonder what that means. |
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Sem: Hell, no. |
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the solution is to scare them off by very heartily devouring the next animal that comes across your plate. |
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I'm trying to find my post about a dream I had about PW Long and sheep-shearing and the stillness he had when I talked to him and how he wanted me to run away with him but I woke up before I could get into his truck....I remember that dream very well. Not well enought, though -- I want to find that post. I know it's in the middle of a thread somewhere. Just can't find it. |