RE: Share Your Weird Dreams
June 1, 2017 at 9:22 am
(This post was last modified: June 1, 2017 at 9:29 am by Shell B.)
(June 1, 2017 at 12:42 am)ignoramus Wrote: Since a little kid, I've had this weird sickening dream about a sponge fighting a needle...
No idea what it means but I had it again a few weeks ago...
I was sick to my stomach again.
What's weird is that it's sickening. I'd say it must be a metaphor, but dream interpretation isn't my thing.
(June 1, 2017 at 12:54 am)It_Was_me Wrote: I had a dream I was dating my Mom. Weird right?
However, as a Psych student, dreams interest me quite a bit. Especially dream interpretation. I really do believe they can sometime be indicators of something. Not sure what, but I think there are more to dreams than we actually know. Nothing super natural or religion related. However, dreams seem to be telling us something or indicate something that we should do.
Not too weird, as dreams go.
I think dreams are just a consciousness dump. Your brain is just throwing around information it will store or not store and you get dreams because of it.
(June 1, 2017 at 1:09 am)vorlon13 Wrote: do the rest of you need to again read about being totally paralyzed, vulnerable and helpless while incredibly disturbing looking spiders the size of baseball gloves are crowding your face and slowly eating your eyelids, eyes, cheeks and tongue ??
Doesn't bother me. I'm sure it would if I was dreaming about it, but I've had some really sick ones myself.
(June 1, 2017 at 4:02 am)BrianSoddingBoru4 Wrote: Woke up from a nap because I was dreaming that I was introducing Elton John at some awards ceremony. Serious WTF moment.
Boru
Haha, brilliant.
Last night, I dreamt that I was supposed to be attending some big fancy wedding for a relation who doesn't exist in real life. For some reason, I thought ordering swing sets to be set up indoors for us all to play on was a good idea for "helping set up." Then, somehow, Tiberius has an appointment to have some sort of body scan done in the same hotel, because body scans obviously happen in hotels, and I tell him we're going to be late for the wedding. There's nothing he can do about it, so we're late for the wedding. We finally get outside and the ceremony is over. However, another relation that doesn't exist hands me a baby that doesn't exist like I'm supposed to know it. It has a shitty diaper and I can't find a fresh one. Also, it keeps sliding down my body, despite my frantic attempts to hold it safely. When everything is all over and done with, Tibs and I are packing up the car and trying to decide what the fuck to do with three swing sets.
