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Hey, where's my latest dream post?????? Oh no. *goes deathly pale* Please tell me it worked!!! I couldn't possibly rewrite that. It was hard enough to remember the details then, let alone now!!! And it was the only copy. Admin, do you know what happened????? Please please PLEASE don't let it be gone!!! 🙁 🙁 🙁
I just posted someone's dream, Laura. Hope it was yours. I haven't deleted any.
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Thank you!!
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I'm sort of on at the same time as Megan! HI!!
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Hi!!!!!!:D (Again, a day late…)
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BAH!! They still haven't been posted…
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Anyway, I don't really remember any weird dreams I've had (except once I had this weird medieval dream where the evil king person told me that I either go out in the country and find weird animals ((like animals with multiple heads, etc.)), or he would kill everyone in the kingdom), but I used to have TONS of reoccuring dreams!! Like when I was about six, I began to have these dreams where there were these little men (REALLY, really small midgets, I guess; they were like 18" high) wearing blue tuxedos (weird…) were out to kill me… They followed me everywhere (especially my lake house) and tried to kill me in every form (drowning, guns, etc.!). I had that dream about once a week for a few years, until we sold the lake house, so I guess when I was nine. One time, or I guess two times, when I was about four or five, bats came into my room (yes, MY room!!!!) and freaked me out, so I slept in my parents room on the floor in a sleeping bag for a while, and almost every night I dreamt that my sleeping bag was a inflatable floaty, and that I was in the middle of the ocean, and that sharks were surrounding me. Nothing really happened, other than I was scared, and I now have a horrid fear of sharks. 🙂
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My mom told me about all kinds of weird
dreams that she's had. She has these really
weird dreams about water, and she now has
a strange fear of putting her head under water.
Seriously, she won't even go under water in our
three foot deep pool! A phobia type thingy I
guess. Anyway, she was telling me about these
dreams that she had when she was little. In
one she was inside her house and this clown
kept staring at her in the windows, and she
couldn't get away from it. She also had a
similar dream with a bear in it… o.O
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Well, I can't put my head underwater, because I was born with an ear problem, and had to wear ear tubes for a long time. Anyway, if I want to learn how to swim, I have to either wear earplugs, which I HATE, or have an operation that's extremely dangerous. And even then, because all of the times I gone underwater have been traumatic, I'm afraid to put my head under. I really don't want to do the operation, but if I don't I'll never be able to swim comfortably. The problem is, if I do, it could make my left ear even harder to hear out of, if they do it wrong. It could, of course, improve my hearing on that side, but I'm in a really gloomy mood right now, and don't feel like dwelling on the positive. 🙁
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Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!! Boy, do I have some dreams for you! Laura: I used to NEVER remember my dreams, and, when I was little, I would make something up so that I would have something to say when people were talking about their dreams. Anyway, now I write all my dreams down (and have for almost exactly one month over a year) and I remember tons of detail (including names, geography, conversations, etc.) and rarely forget my dreams except for when I'm super tired or there was so little dream that I forget about it if I think about something else. Anywho. Waaay back, when the dinosaurs ruled the thread, there was talk about lucid dreaming. I haven't had any dreams in a while where I say to myself "I'm dreaming," but, when I'm panicked in a dream, I sometimes think so hard "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" That the dream changes minutely, generally for the better (such as, somebody doesn't die, I'm not caught when I'm running away from something, etc.). Don't you hate the dreams when you're running, but no matter how hard you try, you can barely move? Just last night, I was trying to tear up a picture and throw it in the pond so that the people coming after me wouldn't get the information that was hidden in it, but I could barely rip it, and it was taking SO LONG! (It helped when I took it out of the frame ;D;D;D) You know, when you're waking up some really weird stuff happens. Like, once, I was actually seeing the conversation! Each person spoke in a different color, and the words floated above their heads like a comic strip, only prettier. Also, when you're waking up, I find that it's really hard to see anything. You have to stare directly at something for a really long time for it to come clear out of the blurriness–like if you get up too quickly and your vision goes sparkly. Oh–back to semi-lucid dreaming! Once, I dreamt that I met a girl from Dream (as in, dreaming is what happens when you go to Dream) and she took two of my friends and I to Dream. In between the actual dreams as we know them, guess what there is? Dark tunnels filled with hip-deep green goo. It's disgusting! Anywho, the girl from Dream and I get sucked through a whirlpool in the wall (AAA [As An Aside] the walls are so black that it's like outer space, hardened) that brought us to a dream. We got seperated, though, in two ways: she got pulled to one place in the dream, and I to another, and the two of us from my two friends, who got sucked in a second later, thus bringing them to a different dream. It's complicated. Anyway, I was suddenly standing in a forest in summertime, and watching a man in a hood sighting down an arrow which is notched to a great big long bow. He doesn't notice me. The arrow flies. Then I'm ripped from that time to a little later. I'm staring at the back of a humungous saber tooth tiger. The tiger, full of anger, is staring over a little ridge. At this time, I know two things: 1: the tiger is the man from before, and 2: he is angry because he thinks the Natives* killed his daughter. –oops! 3: I also know that his daughter is the girl from Dream–who I believe was named Kate. Just then the Natives attacked. there were tons of them, and they all appeared to be male. They swung swords and yelled–the epitome of beserkers. The tiger was overwhelmed, and turned back into the man. Just then Kate turned up, and the battle was turned. Then we went back to find the other two kids. They were at a suburban home during a humongous birthday party, looking rather lost (AAA: after that, they just weren't around. Nothing happened to them, but they just weren't in the dream anymore). Then Kate took me through another green-slime tunnel. I noticed that, as we went along, the slime began to disappear, until what passed for a floor was clean. Then we were standing at the entrance to a great marble hall. It was huge, but you could only walk on a narrow path around the rim (it was round) due to a cage taking up the rest of it: floor-to-ceiling iron bars all the way around. Kate told me to do exactly what she did, and under no circumstance to touch the bars. Then she began to dance, moving along the path. There was music, the style changing every few seconds. As the song changed–from Spanish to classical, etc.–so did the dance that Kate did and I copied. Also, the dresses we wore changed to the music–like at the Spanish bit, we were wearing Spanish sorts of dresses. We had taken the left-hand way around the room, and to the right, inside the cage, I saw dozens of raven-haired women in red dresses, who crowded against the bars with desperate looks. I don't quite remember what Kate told me they were, but I know that it was something like they were spirits or demons that the Master of Dream (the being who "ruled" Dream, insofar as anything could rule it) had caught and imprisoned. Then we were through to the other side, in another marble hall, facing the Master of Dream and his court. There were smaller cages with the demons in them, here, too. The MoD did not like me. He was tyrant, and everyone was terrified of him–except his daughter, Kate (I know, it's confusing, but somehow both men are her legitimate fathers). The MoD decided to make a demonstration of me, perhaps to finally cow his unruly daughter. He sent an assassin after me right there. Everyone was too afraid to help me, and the assassin was throwing sharp objects at me. Luckily, I was good at ducking, and Kate and I escaped out of Dream before anything…unfortunate happened. Later, in our world (though still in the dream) I was searching for Kate and when I found her, she didn't remember anything about Dream. It was so frustrating! More on sleepwalking and -talking later, this is too long!
* Natives are all the nightmare beings of dreams and Dream. This means that they can shape-shift, because their true shape is that of people who mostly wear great swirling tatoos, and look rather like the Druids as portrayed by Nancy Farmer in "Sea of Trolls." Natives want to do nothing but kill.-
That is LOOOOOOOOOOOOng!
Has anyone ever had a Half-dream? Like when you're sitting in your bed, and you know you are, and technically you're awake, and then you either hear something that isn't really there, (like one time I heard a werewolf howling in our closet, really I heard it) or you're kind of confused and are reaching for the scissors or some other random thing and reallize it isn't there, or just plain see something in your room. Once I saw my little sister, sitting upside-down on the ceiling, with painted eggshells around her. And once, I had been beading a bracelet and I half-dreamed that the beads were spilled on my bed. I started sweeping up imaginary beads with my hand, and it was several minutes before I woke up and reallised there were none there.
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Yeah, sorry, really long….:):):) Once, when I KNOW I wasn't sleeping, but was in bed at night, I heard–as in really HEARD–a little kid–or maybe the creepy voice a computer has–whispering in a really creepy, "Excorsist" sort of voice "warning." It was so scary that I jerked up in bed and was looking around my room for the little girl who said it. The voice had seemed to be right by my right ear….
On the long-ago subject of sleep-walking, apparently once I got out of bed and stood in the hall. My mom says she asked me if I needed something, and I said "no," and she said "do you want to go back to sleep?" Or something, and I said "yes," and turned around and got back into bed. I remember none of this. It has also been reported that I talk in my sleep, though not as bad as my brother, who chatters like bird at night. :):):) I've got a dream or two up my sleeve that would give all you guys nightmares, but I think I'll spare you. Let's just say, any mention of hyenas now gives me the shivers. Oh, and I dreamt about you guys once, too! I organized a meeting place at a hotel where we'd all stay overnight. But I was really disappointed, because all the kids who came weren't the chatterboxers I knew! Oh well. -
Ha ha, yah, I've done stuff like that…
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Yeah, I had one of those. I was at my Aunt and Uncle's, and this was right about the time Google Earth came out. We spent nearly the whole day on it, looking at famous sites. When I went to bed, I floated up, in my bed. There was somethin like a trail behind me, with previous me's shapes hanging there. I flew around the world, and the zoomed in at the Forbidden Palace in Beijing.
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Did you, by any chance, happy to read The Game by DWJ just before bed, or something??? Parts of that really reminded me of the mythosphere (spelling??). Cool freaky dream!!!!
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How many DWJ books have you read, Laura? On the book club I heard–er, saw–you say that you'd read "Howl's Moving Castle." I love that book!!! Have you read "Dark Lord of Derkholm," or its sequel, "Year of the Griffin?" Though I love the books with Howl and Sophie, "Dark Lord" is my all-time favorite! ((Sorry, this isn't on the subject of dreams :):):) )) Anyway, yes, Pirock's dream did sound a lot like the mythosphere!
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Erm… well, I only started reading DWJ books a couple of years ago. I LOVE HER BOOKS!!!! But unfortunately, I've only read the three "Howl and Sophie" books, and The Game, though I'm planning on reading as many of them as I can!!
😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
She's my brother's favorite author, he's the one that got me started on them!! 🙂
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Yes, I've had dreams like that before. It's like
your mind makes you think one thing is
something else. A few nights ago, for example,
it looked like a hand was reaching up the side of
my bed, but I knew it wasn't a hand. So then I
touched it and realized that my covers were just
bunched up. And sometimes, when you've been
around something all day long, you see it in your
mind when you close your eyes. Like if you've been
at an amusement park all day, you might see a
roller coaster in your mind (well, that happens to
me anyway). Tell me if I'm making any sense at all
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If I swing for a while after not swinging all winter, when I go to bed and close my eyes, I feel like I'm swinging again. 🙂
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Alot of my dreams make such little sense
that it's hard to even explain them to you.
I mean, many of them don't even tell the
wacky stories that your's do. For example,
last night I had this dream with a red headed
girl in it. I actually saw the girl before, but only
one time at an amusement park! And I only
remembered her because she thought I was
someone she knew… Anyway, in the dream, I
was looking at these pictures, and the girl was
getting pictures taken of her, most of which were in
black and white. Infact, at one point it seemed
like the whole dream was in black and white!
Anyway, my grandma was in it, too. And then
it was like we (as in the girl, my mom, and me)
were in a Hallmark store, and the girl was
setting down on the floor with her legs crossed
Indian style. And then we were saying something
about the army, which was very strange. Then,
very abruply, something happened and we were
digging a hole to get out… And then I woke up…
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Most of my dreams are disjointed like that. First you're here, and then you're somwhere else, and then something is either there or it isn't, you're not sure which. Or people turn into other people, my mom is suddenly my grandma or something like that.
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Oh yah, I just recently had a dream where my cat was a little toy, and then he was real, and then he was a toy again, and then he was real, and my (hee hee) EVIL neighbors squashed him, and then he shrank, and looked kinda like a squashed salamander, and then he turned into felt, and my mom said she would make me a new one because this felt one was 'dead'… I can't really remember the details… complicated. But when I woke up I just had to find JoJo (my kitty) to make sure he was ok.
But yah, I have dreams all the time where things are one thing, and then they change, and it's perfectly normal.
Like one time (sorry, I'm probably boring you) there was this woman lying on a bed that looked like something from Africa (the bed) and she was coughing up blood (I think she had TB) and then just as she was about to die, she turned into my dad, and then he died and vanished, and I felt empty. I couldn't cry, I couldn't move, or eat or do anything, except feel this horrible emptiness. I woke up crying and hopped out of bed and padded down the hall and peeked into my parent's room and watched him for a bit to make sure he was all right. It was awful.
Anyway! It's odd the way things change in dreams, isn't it?
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Wow. I know what you mean. And I've
had lots of dreams like that, where something
bad (and most of the time very weird, as well…)
happens to your family members or pets in a
dream, and when you wake up you're in a hurry
to make sure they're all right. Not fun…
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You asked for it…
DREAM #1- A talking tornado came to our house and told us he would wait until 2 o clock to destroy our house and me and my brother were freaking out and my dad just wanted us to do our schoolwork… so we were trying to flush ourselves down the touilets so we could get out of the house but we couldn't fit. Finally 2 o clock came and heres what happened. The tornado turned into a boy and walked into our house! I know CRAZY!
DREAM #2- So I had my best friend over and we were going to bring her back home but she had to pee first. SO me and my dad went out to the car to wait for her and she was taking forever so my dad went in to see if she was ok and when he came back out he was holding her and she was all hairy. When I asked my dad what happened he said that he pee had sizzled. WEIRD!
DREAM #3- I woke up in the middle of the night and went downstairs to see what the noise was and I saw three pigs in jail costumes stealing our stuff.
I am NOT I repeat NOT making these up!
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Sometimes, I dream about a boy… 🙂
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What kinda boy? Friend, brother, enemy, love, just someone? Who knows, if you love him, maybe he's your future husband. 🙂 I don't mean this as a tease. 🙂
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Zoe, you're creeping me out…
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Don't worry things like that don't happen to me in real life!
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Haha! That's good to know. LOL 😀
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Yikes.
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Ummm, okay… Haha… You're thirteen??? 😀 Happy late birthday!! :D:D
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Thanks, it was May 27th.
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Happy thirteen! My sister's birthday was yesterday.
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YAY!!! Happy REALLY late birthday!!! 😛
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Oh my. I have tears in my eyes, these are really funny. 🙂 🙂 🙂 I don't often laugh out loud when I'm reading, but…
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Here's another weird one I had once:
I lived on another (nameless) planet, which was a lot like Earth, but it was tiny, like the one from A Little Prince. If you've never read that book, let's just say it was so small that it could be crushed by a huge baobab tree, and one could walk all around the world in about 30 minutes. In my dream, I lived in a tiny cottage with my parents (not my ones from real life, but total strangers who happened to be my parents in my dream) and my brother (same story – my real brother is named Will, but this one was named Noah). I guess it must have been the future, because I had always been told that my parents had been astronauts who came from Earth with my brother and I – we were twins, and had been babies when we left Earth – , but when they got to this planet, they couldn't go home for some reason. They were stuck in the strange world, and so were we. Anyway, one day, we were 10 (my age) we decided to ask my 7-year-olde friend and Noah's 12-year-olde friend to go to the swimming pool with us. They agreed to come, and we were having fun and swimming around when, suddenly, I fell through a hole and was in a violet tunnel similar to the one in the movie Coraline (I know there's a book too, but it doesn't have the tunnel). I looked down and saw Earth on the other side – I was about to get there! But I then felt a tug (is something wrong with the italics key?) and came back up. Noah had pulled me by the leg and held on to me.
"This pool," I said. "holds a tunnel to Earth! I'm serious, I almost got there!
I don't remember what happened next, but we ended up bringing the entire planet to Earth…
That's about all I can recall. Oh well.
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Wow.
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