Strange dreams are strange.

[Flyvåpnet]

Before I forget it, let me tell you about a strange dream I had last night. You'll love this! All right, I'm on a car trip with Lyndon Johnson - the late president. He's driving a big new car and I'm the sole passenger. We stop at a place on U.S. Highway 26, a road which starts at Mount Hood 50 miles to the east of Portland and runs all the way to the coast. Or, perhaps it starts at the coast and runs all the way to Mount Hood. You decide! By the way, Southeast Powell Boulevard - the road adjacent to my home - is part of U.S. Highway 26. The aforementioned stopping-place turns out to be an entrance to a recently reopened U.S. Air Force facility and it's all very top-secret 'n' stuff.

We're not allowed inside, but somehow I finagle my way in nonetheless - leaving Johnson at the entrance gate's public waiting room. As it happens, the people at this facility are engaged in the same kind of work I did whilst in the Air Force ages ago: signals intelligence. I briefly visit the busy and crowded rooms where radio-intercept analysts are working a problem; then I leave, as mysteriously unchallenged as when I'd arrived.

So Johnson's not in the waiting room anymore and his car's gone. I recall thinking it's probably not a good idea to have Lyndon Johnson mad at me! Some civilian guy who works at the Air Force facility passes through the room and makes disparaging remarks about Cubans, so I express my disagreement and we argue for a while. I then spend time trying to figure out how one makes a long-distance call from this location, assisted in my quest by several civilian women who work at the facility and are eating their lunch in this public waiting room. Then I wake up.



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[Captn' Red]

lol how weird.

I have the most fucked up dreams around, all the time.
And I have lucid dreams a bunch of time every week.

Dreams are weird stuff.. >_>

[Alice]

Hehe that sounded pretty cool actually. It would be neat to talk to Lyndon Johnson, even if it was only in a dream.



I have really weird dreams too... though lately they've been involving living on Ivan's estate and playing badminton with America. Go figure.

[Aurix-kun]

Fortunately over the last year I've finally started dreaming again. I'm not exactly sure why it stopped in the first place, but perhaps I just didn't want to dream. Very few are truly lucid.

I can't believe how much detail you have in yours, Fly. I don't particularly bother to pay attention to too many details, nor are my dreams all that complex (probably because I haven't been dreaming all that much).

Here's a dream I had last night.

Howie Mandel walking around with me and nameless others in a haunted house, trying to solve the death of a girl (a blonde haired girl). It turned out that he was the murderer, and a vampire (which I blurted "I knew it was you all along!" because of a gut feeling). He said "I want to vanquish you!" or some thing to that effect.

I woke up in fear, and then I realized how silly and how impossible it would be for Howie to put fake fangs in his mouth, and I laughed how he said "vanquish" instead of kill, and I said he should have said it like "KILL" and this deep voice comes within my head and sends a chill up my spine (I was awake at this point...).

> Creepiest stories are when the one you actually trust turns on you. I saw Howie Mandel earlier that evening on Jay Leno.

One more "nice" one was:

I was in a library setting, and I passed by a pretty girl (also blonde. I have no control over that; and I hope those two aren't related). She smiled at me, and I smiled back, and then I realized that I wanted to ask her out (is that a laugh I hear from my reader?!), so I double back and attempt to do so, but my words become fuddled. She gives me a hug (which I could actually feel pressed against my body) and then showed me to somewhere. I woke up.

> Oddly enough, I thought I might meet her somehow. Last Saturday, a girl (who looks similar) asked me where we had met, and I had mentioned the club's group dinner, but then she said, no, not that, somewhere else... (In my head: The dream, perhaps? -- Probably not, but it has been reported that two people can share the same dream, though there is a lack of medical evidence.

[Tragic]

Dreams are sooo fucked up.

Scariest dream I ever had was I killed my Dad. Not a pleasant dream honestly. Freaked me out.

It started out after I had already committed the murder and my mom was there (Not together with my dad anymore so even weirder >_>) and she was screaming and crying about what I had done. I left my house and went to some sit-down type of family restaurant and just sat there, thinking about what I had done.

Then I woke up. I was sweating bullets. >_>

[Flyvåpnet]

Aurix-kun, I'd consider a dream about Howie Mandel to be a nightmare.  I'm only kidding ... sort of.



But, hey, I like the meeting-girls part!  I have occasional meeting-girls dreams, too, usually involving a gal named Angie with whom I used to work.  As if it's all one big cliché, we always get to a critical moment and then I wake up.  Damn!



Whoa, Tragic, that's a powerful dream you had!  This business of the subconscious exchanging information with the unconscious is all very strange.



I don't know why I recall details of some dreams but not others.  There's one scenario which repeats - with variations - and that's my "secret airport" dream.  (It's unrelated, or so I think, to that Lyndon Johnson secret-military-base dream I had the other night.)  Anyway there's this secret airport somewhere right in the middle of the city, though the city is a cross between Portland in Oregon and Miami in Florida.  Yeah, the weird factor sets in right away!  So, what they do at this secret airport is test fly experimental military aircraft.  I'll skip over the whole thing lest I get a Wall of Text warning from Captn' Red.



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[0235]

lolz

i generaly have good dreams, that are quite realistic (thought today was wednesday because i had a dream about uni last night) but my dreams tend to be completely random, such as when i was younger i dremt i was on a train, then seconds later im with my whole class doing a conga line through the jungle

[Silent K]

Anyone ever have a dream where you keep mashing your teeth together untill they start to crack, at which point you want to stop but physically can't, then keep slamming your bottom teeth into your top teeth until you've completely destroyed them? That's probably one of my most unsettling dreams.

I also had a recurring dream as a child that involved me running across a road behind my house which no cars normally traverse, except there's now a train blazing along some tracks that have been laid down. I try to stop myself from going across but never can, and proceed to try jumping in front of the train before it gets to me all while I'm running in slow motion.

[MadWolf]

I've had dreams were my teeth were falling or cracking for some reason. From what i know dreaming something like that means that you are not sure about your abilities to achieve something. In my case it was truth and in retrospective i can say that the times when i had those dreams were the times when i felt the most insecure about myself, but like most psychological stuff probably doesn't apply to everyone.

[Flyvåpnet]

There's something to that teeth dream, MadWolf, especially as it relates to times when you've felt most insecure.  A retired-professor friend of mine, who as a 17-years-old member of the U.S. Marine Corps went ashore in the first wave of the invasion of Iwo Jima in the Volcano Islands back in 1945, told me the number-one complaint amongst marines turning out for sick call was broken teeth.  It was caused by them severely grinding their teeth whilst under fire.  There's something genetic going on, it seems to me, in the relationship between stress and teeth.



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[Captn' Red]

Never really had a teeth dream.

Though I have had the someone-is-removing-the-top-of-my-scalp-all-hannibal-lecter-style... That one was quite unsettling. >_>

[kaznokrad]

I hate the running-in-slow-motion dreams. It's so frustrating because you know you could run faster in real life, but you're stuck there going super slow until ultimately something bad happens (being run over by a train, getting caught by some villain, eaten by dogs etc.) What I really hate, though, is reliving bad dreams that you've had from years ago.

This used to happen to me kinda frequently. You get going in the dream and you're like, "Woah, this is new," then after a few events you realize that you've had this dream before and you're kind of deflated, since you were hoping for something new. However, soon after you realize, "Shit, I remember this dream. This is the one where the guys are chasing me the entire time, waiting to beat me up. And I can only run away in slow motion... I'm boned."

[MadWolf]

I felt super slow after playing Unreal Tournament with friends for like 12 hours, but never in a dream.

And that's pretty interesting Flyvåpnet, If we go with psychoanalisis and i remember correctly, teeth are the physical representation of aggresive and libidinous energies within us, so if we feel treatened somehow in those areas teeth will probably pay the toll. Either in reality or dreams. Probably depends on impulse control, on a normal situation things happen in dreams since we are controlling ourselves, but in times of war impulse control pretty much dissapears due to the chaotic situation so we go and do them for real.

[Kov]

I've been having some strange dreams lately, but the only thing I can remember is that they were really strange dreams.
I do enjoy the falling/hitting something hard dreams. They mainly happen to me when I've drifted off to sleep whilst watching something and I'm by myself. I'd hit hard against something and I'd wake up but still feel as if I hit something.
Then there are the weird dreams where my vision is like I'm always looking through the wrong end of a telescope. Everything looks so far away, it's not actually far away yet if I go to reach for it it actually is far away. Strange dreams they are.

[Aurix-kun]

I was in camera (I'm playing on words here. I was a secret camera) in a psychiatric ward, watching the life of a teen who was trying to escape. A number of people reached to him. He didn't trust this bald man (no offense Orion) who came to the door, but when one door was left open, he pounced on the opportunity. He was spotted by a number of guards moving, not charging but using in a box-in technique. He managed to escape being tasered as someone else helped him out after he hid behind a wall. He went out, where three men in a car pass by. the one in the back seat says that he recognizes the teen and jumps in the vehicle.

There's a black man driving the car and another man in the passenger's side smoking a cigarette. He motions to the teen and offers him a "car pick" (it was a charred toothpick). I woke up.