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Post Your Dreams Thread
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I had a dream where Giant Tiger started selling cans of beans branded as "juggalo beans." This meant that you were supposed to drink the beans, as stated by the instructions on the side of the can. I'm fairly sure that and the label was the only thing differentiating them from regular beans. I bought a can, and somehow social media sources found out about it (not the product in general, specifically my can) and this YouTuber contacted me asking to make a video of himself reading the label of my can of juggalo beans.
I dreamed that I was clothes shopping with my kids and once again they were teenagers rather than in their 40s. Second daughter couldn't find anything she liked until I found a hooded sweater and she accepted that. She was always the most difficult to shop with. Then my son appeared and he was choosing some of his own clothes to give away instead of buying new clothes. I've been after him to clean out his closet, lately, and it's infiltrated my dreams.
I dreamed that my ex best friend friend bullied me. And I couldn't help but wonder what I did to deserve it and if the 20+ years of friendship meant nothing to him
I dreamed my dad and I went to the Superstore, but it closed at 5PM and it was 5PM, so we went to Sobey's, but it closed at 8PM and it was 8PM, so we went to Shopper's, which closed at 10PM, and all my dad bought was a 12-cent bag of candy.
Strange. I dreamed about working in footwear again, but had to use a laser pistol to deactivate the Force field protecting some part of the stock room.
A recent dream had me in a warehouse where a life sized figure was being 3D printed—a very angular looking thing.
—then it started breaking free of the supports…bits cracking and breaking off…a modern mummy golem…Eesh
On the subject of dreams…
www.psychologytoday.com
—then it started breaking free of the supports…bits cracking and breaking off…a modern mummy golem…Eesh
On the subject of dreams…
The Benefits of Lucid Dreaming
Consciously engaging with your dreams can boost creativity and reduce anxiety—and having a lucid dream might be easier than you think.
www.psychologytoday.com
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Don't remember if this was one dream or two separate dreams. Blew the lid on a cover-up of some sort, but then it turned out to go much deeper and more powerful people picked up with the criminal conspiracy where the arrested people had left off.
Second part had me going into a parallel universe and trying to evade capture. But the twist was my significant other was from the other universe all along.
Second part had me going into a parallel universe and trying to evade capture. But the twist was my significant other was from the other universe all along.
I had a dream that due to a transporter accident Beverly Crusher landed in my bed... I was shocked and didn't know what to do, but she was in the mood shall we say
Me and my redhead are back shopping for strollers........ But there was no baby with us yet so oh oh.
Running thru the streets of my childhood neighborhood, along the way to my primary school (none of which I've seen in nearly 45 years) during a dark & wet, but not raining, morning. For some reason, I'm dragging with me a big rolling desk chair, the type with one support & 5 wheels. (You know how challenging those can be to steer for any distance)
The streets are empty and as big as they were to me as a child. The chair is also oversized to me. So, I must actually be a child.
I follow the exact route of the near mile I walked to school, for those 5 years of primary school. Moving at a breakneck pace, until I arrive there, I enter into the back basement entrance, where I attended elective band practice, in a tiny maintenance store room of the run-down public school, that had nowhere else to house its music room & teacher. (It was like studying music in a concrete prison cell, but I still think fondly of it.)
I am early, and the room is still locked. I awoke after standing alone, with my chair, staring up a moment, at the big industrial door, of the cinder block basement's corner.
Apparently, dreaming about a chair can symbolize a need for a rest, which tracks, considering how vigorously I'm running to get it there. Today is actually the 1st day of a 10 day vacation from work for me. How about that?
It's still amazing to me that I daily walked about 3/4 of a mile to school, as a 7-8 year old child, on dark, & wet winter mornings. It could take upwards of a half hour to hike, for my little legs, & was a commonality, in my youth, for me to be on the streets at that early hour by myself.
What a different time of self-reliance for a child. Much of my adult strength comes from that singular chore of independence. My dad would've already been at work at the plant & my mom didn't drive. Can you imagine a parent today having their kid walk 3/4 mile in the dark of winter, on their own, every day to school & back?
Can you imagine being a music teacher, seeing an 8 year old, standing outside that dank, gloomy room, waiting on you, as you arrive each morning, knowing that's how they came to be there? My lord, what she must've thought of me.
But for that odd, symbolic desk chair, that dream was essentially an excerpt from my childhood routine.
The streets are empty and as big as they were to me as a child. The chair is also oversized to me. So, I must actually be a child.
I follow the exact route of the near mile I walked to school, for those 5 years of primary school. Moving at a breakneck pace, until I arrive there, I enter into the back basement entrance, where I attended elective band practice, in a tiny maintenance store room of the run-down public school, that had nowhere else to house its music room & teacher. (It was like studying music in a concrete prison cell, but I still think fondly of it.)
I am early, and the room is still locked. I awoke after standing alone, with my chair, staring up a moment, at the big industrial door, of the cinder block basement's corner.
Apparently, dreaming about a chair can symbolize a need for a rest, which tracks, considering how vigorously I'm running to get it there. Today is actually the 1st day of a 10 day vacation from work for me. How about that?
It's still amazing to me that I daily walked about 3/4 of a mile to school, as a 7-8 year old child, on dark, & wet winter mornings. It could take upwards of a half hour to hike, for my little legs, & was a commonality, in my youth, for me to be on the streets at that early hour by myself.
What a different time of self-reliance for a child. Much of my adult strength comes from that singular chore of independence. My dad would've already been at work at the plant & my mom didn't drive. Can you imagine a parent today having their kid walk 3/4 mile in the dark of winter, on their own, every day to school & back?
Can you imagine being a music teacher, seeing an 8 year old, standing outside that dank, gloomy room, waiting on you, as you arrive each morning, knowing that's how they came to be there? My lord, what she must've thought of me.
But for that odd, symbolic desk chair, that dream was essentially an excerpt from my childhood routine.
Despite not being able to sing, somehow I got cast in a college production of Les Miserables where everyone switches roles, so I'm Valjean one night and Javert the next. And it sure felt like it went on forever.
Also, despite taking place in the northern United States, apparently crossing the border into Mexico was a five minute drive away.
Also, despite taking place in the northern United States, apparently crossing the border into Mexico was a five minute drive away.
Makes sense to me. If you're going to trudge through the frozen wastelands of Pluto, the very least you could use is a pair of decent shoes. Right?
I dreamed that I was hanging out with one of my favorite friends. He died 2 years ago, but he was funny again in this dream and not in the throes of dementia. These dreams are sort of painful (after I wake up), but I also enjoy interacting with past/passed friends for a bit.
They made a movie based on that, well two actually "Happy Death Day" and "Boss Level" kind of like Groundhog day but the protag dies every day in increasingly absurd ways.
I had the weirdest dream...... I was on the bus traveling into the city with bag and water bottle and ready to go shopping then the next minute I am back home but minus the bag and water bottle and feeling really frustrated that I missed a chunk of time.