I've heard of some girls having dreams where they are guys, I guess guys can have dreams where they are girls. I can't recall having such a dream but I have a lot of dreams I don't remember so who knows.
I've definitely had a dream where I was a guy before. I don't know if that's more common or what. In some of those dreams I was a videogame character though, so I dunno. I haven't played too many games where the character was (obviously) a girl.
I had a Rebecca Black meets Autotune the News sort of dream.
Somehow, I became a youtube celebrity. Someone had a recording of my voice, autotuned it into a music video, and BAM I'm famous. They called me Tanya Aphrodite.
At work, Serena Foxx (my imaginary version of Lindsay Lohan, a B-list celebrity who likes to buddy up to new stars) picks me up and take me shopping. We go and try on clothes.
The next day, I see photos of myself on Perez Hilton, and I couldn't even remember when these photos had been taken! I start out in jeans and a pink t-shirt, then after the store, I guess I had bought a jean skirt because I was wearing one. And it wasn't very long. And there was a panty shot from behind.
It was so bizarre to me, in my dream. So this is what it's like to be famous, I thought. I wondered, should I be happy my panty shot made it to Perez Hilton?
I had a dream the other night where I was mario in a L4D2 setting. I ended up dying at the end of the dream, not because of the zombies mind you because some how my mom showed up, kid napped me, sold me to somolian pirates who then proceeded to beat me with armless babies and feed me to a whale..
Not going to lie, I could have done without that dream.
Well, about 7 years ago I had a really REALLY strange dream. I can't remember it too well. I was in a cocktail party for 6-year olds in my dads back yard, and some people came and attacked us or something. Myself and a couple of my friends hopped on a pickup truck, but one fell off and got crushed by the chasing peoples' car. The strange part was that my friends in the dream were my friends in real life. 3 years later, that is. They all had the same dream at the same time. Pretty weird, eh? I swear it's true though, don't be doubtin'
Last night I dreamt I was lead into a public toilet by an insatiable woman, whose face I could not see as she proceeded to fondle my genitals.
Then she looked up.
It was Judi Dench.
Fucking hell.
See, this is why you shouldn't read old threads. Purged memories like this are quickly restored.
In all seriousness, though, sleep is a prerequisite for dreams, and as I have been doing almost none of the former recently, I have likewise been doing almost none of the latter, let alone crazily.
I remembered a few other dreams I had as well. In one my entire family died in a boating accident. Then, as I read through the half page or so on dying in dreams, I remembered my many dreams of falling off of waterfalls. Not in the water, mind you, but falling through the air, and waking up when I hit the water. I even feel nausea in the dream. Another I remembered was that I was on a ship, but the ship could only move if people swung on swings on their stomachs, and I was wearing clogs and they fell off and then my socks fell off and then I fell into the water and got crunched between a giant shark and a giant orca that were trying to eat me. It's too bad though, I've only been getting a few hours of sleep each night and I haven't been dreaming at all. I remember when I dream, if not what the dream was, and I just haven't been dreaming. Perhaps I'll go to bed early tonight.
I dunno if this counts or not, but there's this guy and girl at my school and everyone knows they are madly in love. Anyways, one night I had a dream that said couple got married in my neighborhood. Yeah, I actually dreamed that.
Good thing this thread resurfaced. I had a humdinger last night:
I walk into the living room to see Vienna naked. When she gets up, she tells me she's on her period. This is noticeable by the fact that she had a panty liner shoved into her dripping vagina.
Bruce, I am sorry your sexy dreams aren't sexy any more.
You know how when you're holding a cat and she wants to go, she climbs over your shoulder?
I had a dream that my fetus escaped the womb and was trying to crawl over my shoulder, from underneath my skin. I tried to push it back down, wondering how I'd keep it in place for the next few months.
In the past week I had a dream that I was a rent-a-cop with Greg and we were going to arrest some guy who had a bunch of drug charges on him or something, and Greg ended up getting stabbed a bunch. It was a pretty awful. My younger brother and I were driving my mom's rented car around to try to find a hospital, but all the roads were blocked off for a parade that was going on at the time. It was very bizarre, and in the end Greg was perfectly fine and all of his stab wounds healed up within minutes. I think that might have been because I didn't like where the dream was going and made it lucid enough to have an ending that I was okay with.
I had another dream either a day or two days after when I was at this rich person's house with Greg and his dad, and they were all talking about this new gadget that the rich guy had just bought. We all walked outside into this field, and a nearby tree transformed into a giant cannon and started shooting massive fireballs in random directions. The fireballs were roughly the size of cars. One of them wiped out a cop car; that was pretty entertaining, actually.
...Also, I was taking an ADD study drug the past week, so I'm pretty sure that's what was making my dreams so nuts.
I've started thinking a lot about lucid dreaming. As is shown by this thread, I tend to have some pretty elaborate, vivid dreams, and apparently there are a lot of tested techniques you can use to increase the likelihood of having a lucid dream.
First step, of course, is going to be dream journaling to get to the point where I can remember at least one dream a night. I'm going to use the OB as my journal, if that's okay; gives me a place to write and it might be interesting for you all.
Also, last night I tried one of the basic techniques, sleep paralysis. Apparently one way to go directly from consciousness to dream state is to lie completely still and ignore all attempts by your body to twitch or shift. If you do that for a while, your body starts to shut itself down, thinking that you're asleep. I did it, and WOW did it start to feel interesting. My limbs started getting heavier and tingly, and my perception started to get a little shifty. At that point Megan came to bed and moved around too much so I had to break it and shift, and it was really difficult to get moving again. Definitely a great first step.
Last night I had a dream that I was at a theater trying to see the new harry potter movie. It kept getting interrupted by either other parts of my dream that I don't remember, or my friends talking about Kevin Smith movies (silent bob is so funnay dood lol, etc). I also remember running into princess diana so I could give her back her smart phone. She had been playing tetris on it. My kind of girl. Shame she's dead.
Nothing really coherent last night. I can really only remember bits and pieces. I remember walking around a neighborhood, or perhaps sneaking, with some other people, and we were in a van with this weird... front latch brake thing. It flipped down and held the van in place, but it didn't work very well. I think the people I was with needed to be there to get drugs (potentially vampire blood), but then we heard a gunshot and the radio started talking about these multiple murders that were happening in the neighborhood we were in, so I urged them to forget the drugs for now and just get us the hell out of there.
Another bit was sitting in front of a table playing a game or something, and one of my hot coworkers was sitting next to me, and we kept touching skin and eventually brushing our fingers together coyly.
I also vaguely remember two different scenarios where it was just regular stuff, like walking down a corridor, but then I did a reality check (one involved the whole corridor spinning but I stayed in the same spot) and I knew I was dreaming. Unfortunately, I didn't really get any sort of control over anything, and I think as soon as I knew I kinda... went up a level toward consciousness. I didn't actually wake up, I kinda woke up in the dream.
I lost some of the earlier dreams of the night because I didn't get up and write them down, but there are three distinct phases I remember:
Earliest one involved Megan and I living in this HUGE labyrinthine house. We mostly spent our time in the upper levels, though there were spectacular rooms below that we just never used. The vivid scene that I remember was us in a deep whirlpool style bathtub upstairs, just chatting and laughing. I went down on her and afterward I put my hand into the sink, which was full of this thick brown substance that I knew to be beer (even though it looked nothing like beer). There was also something sinister about the lower levels for some reason.
The next part of the dream, which actually became somewhat lucid and I think I had some control over, involved some sort of sexual encounter with multiple random girls, or at least preparation for it. I found out I was dreaming (I don't know how) and something made me think that I could control which type of girls I made. So.... I think I materialized these two girls (who were probably 18 or so... weird) and we had to figure out how to obtain permission from the local strip mall to... have this sexual encounter. Last thing I remember was talking to one of the shop clerks.
Finally, I was talking to pissed off tech customers, particularly this one guy based on no one in particular who had had his computer sent into the depot for repair, and it wasn't done right, and so we sent it back and now he was waiting to pick it up. I tried to assure him that everything was fine, but he was skeptical.
Well, to be honest, the first, no, the second, yes. Partially. It's more about having more crazy awesome dreams. Especially if I can manipulate them. I'm also trying to get back that feeling from the Dracula vs. Death dream... I actually FELT energy being pulled from the core of my being as I blasted with fire, lightning, ice, etc. That was so freakin awesome. Sex dreams don't seem as important to me. Not that they're not nice, but I'd rather focus on being Goku.
Last night there was a dream segment about this... tiny little horse (like, fits in the palm of your hand) that this guy was making as an air freshener. Essentially you take the horse out of its sealed container, it freshens the room, and then it dies. It smelled kinda bad though, and I remember thinking how cruel I found it. This horse looked all skeletal and dessicated, too. Not a pretty sight.
Then I had this somewhat realistic dreams where it was just me and Megan in the same room, but we couldn't talk to each other. This is likely related to the movie we watched last night, Pontypool, about a zombie virus transmitted through language.
Last night I made a rainbow tiramisu (looked a little like a mont blanc) using breastmilk, then ate it. It tasted a little funny. I wondered if my friends would notice.
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Somehow, I became a youtube celebrity. Someone had a recording of my voice, autotuned it into a music video, and BAM I'm famous. They called me Tanya Aphrodite.
At work, Serena Foxx (my imaginary version of Lindsay Lohan, a B-list celebrity who likes to buddy up to new stars) picks me up and take me shopping. We go and try on clothes.
The next day, I see photos of myself on Perez Hilton, and I couldn't even remember when these photos had been taken! I start out in jeans and a pink t-shirt, then after the store, I guess I had bought a jean skirt because I was wearing one. And it wasn't very long. And there was a panty shot from behind.
It was so bizarre to me, in my dream. So this is what it's like to be famous, I thought. I wondered, should I be happy my panty shot made it to Perez Hilton?
Not going to lie, I could have done without that dream.
See, this is why you shouldn't read old threads. Purged memories like this are quickly restored.
In all seriousness, though, sleep is a prerequisite for dreams, and as I have been doing almost none of the former recently, I have likewise been doing almost none of the latter, let alone crazily.
I walk into the living room to see Vienna naked. When she gets up, she tells me she's on her period. This is noticeable by the fact that she had a panty liner shoved into her dripping vagina.
What the fuck is that meant to signify?!
You know how when you're holding a cat and she wants to go, she climbs over your shoulder?
I had a dream that my fetus escaped the womb and was trying to crawl over my shoulder, from underneath my skin. I tried to push it back down, wondering how I'd keep it in place for the next few months.
Only with a lot more blood and faeces.
In the past week I had a dream that I was a rent-a-cop with Greg and we were going to arrest some guy who had a bunch of drug charges on him or something, and Greg ended up getting stabbed a bunch.
I had another dream either a day or two days after when I was at this rich person's house with Greg and his dad, and they were all talking about this new gadget that the rich guy had just bought. We all walked outside into this field, and a nearby tree transformed into a giant cannon and started shooting massive fireballs in random directions. The fireballs were roughly the size of cars. One of them wiped out a cop car; that was pretty entertaining, actually.
...Also, I was taking an ADD study drug the past week, so I'm pretty sure that's what was making my dreams so nuts.
First step, of course, is going to be dream journaling to get to the point where I can remember at least one dream a night. I'm going to use the OB as my journal, if that's okay; gives me a place to write and it might be interesting for you all.
Also, last night I tried one of the basic techniques, sleep paralysis. Apparently one way to go directly from consciousness to dream state is to lie completely still and ignore all attempts by your body to twitch or shift. If you do that for a while, your body starts to shut itself down, thinking that you're asleep. I did it, and WOW did it start to feel interesting. My limbs started getting heavier and tingly, and my perception started to get a little shifty. At that point Megan came to bed and moved around too much so I had to break it and shift, and it was really difficult to get moving again. Definitely a great first step.
Another bit was sitting in front of a table playing a game or something, and one of my hot coworkers was sitting next to me, and we kept touching skin and eventually brushing our fingers together coyly.
I also vaguely remember two different scenarios where it was just regular stuff, like walking down a corridor, but then I did a reality check (one involved the whole corridor spinning but I stayed in the same spot) and I knew I was dreaming. Unfortunately, I didn't really get any sort of control over anything, and I think as soon as I knew I kinda... went up a level toward consciousness. I didn't actually wake up, I kinda woke up in the dream.
Earliest one involved Megan and I living in this HUGE labyrinthine house. We mostly spent our time in the upper levels, though there were spectacular rooms below that we just never used. The vivid scene that I remember was us in a deep whirlpool style bathtub upstairs, just chatting and laughing. I went down on her and afterward I put my hand into the sink, which was full of this thick brown substance that I knew to be beer (even though it looked nothing like beer). There was also something sinister about the lower levels for some reason.
The next part of the dream, which actually became somewhat lucid and I think I had some control over, involved some sort of sexual encounter with multiple random girls, or at least preparation for it. I found out I was dreaming (I don't know how) and something made me think that I could control which type of girls I made. So.... I think I materialized these two girls (who were probably 18 or so... weird) and we had to figure out how to obtain permission from the local strip mall to... have this sexual encounter. Last thing I remember was talking to one of the shop clerks.
Finally, I was talking to pissed off tech customers, particularly this one guy based on no one in particular who had had his computer sent into the depot for repair, and it wasn't done right, and so we sent it back and now he was waiting to pick it up. I tried to assure him that everything was fine, but he was skeptical.
Ahem.
Last night there was a dream segment about this... tiny little horse (like, fits in the palm of your hand) that this guy was making as an air freshener. Essentially you take the horse out of its sealed container, it freshens the room, and then it dies. It smelled kinda bad though, and I remember thinking how cruel I found it. This horse looked all skeletal and dessicated, too. Not a pretty sight.
Then I had this somewhat realistic dreams where it was just me and Megan in the same room, but we couldn't talk to each other. This is likely related to the movie we watched last night, Pontypool, about a zombie virus transmitted through language.
That's all I remember.
Last night I made a rainbow tiramisu (looked a little like a mont blanc) using breastmilk, then ate it. It tasted a little funny. I wondered if my friends would notice.