The only time I tend to have vivid, memorable dreams is when I wash my hair and go to bed with a towel wrapped around my head. (If I blow-dry my hair, nothing unusual happens and I wake up with next to no memory of what I dreamt.)
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Current time: January 2, 2025, 10:55 am
Poll: Do you remember your dreams much? This poll is closed. |
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What Were You Dreaming About Last Night?
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I rarely remember my dreams. If I do, it's usually dreams about my mother, or dreams about smoking.
I dreamed I was an American Major League Baseball player and I was frantically searching through statistics to find out how many home runs I hit last year. I was frantic because try as I might, I couldn't remember hitting a single home run last year. I guess reality was seeping into my dream because there is a reason I couldn't recall even a single home run: I didn't hit any! That of course is due to the fact that I'm NOT a MLB player. In fact at this point, a group of 5-year-olds picking members for a team would probably pick me last.
I have weird dreams.
Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
Albert Einstein
I had a brief dream about shredding a stack of outdated paperwork and junk mail in my office.
"The world is my country; all of humanity are my brethren; and to do good deeds is my religion." (Thomas Paine)
At the range my AR15 jammed so I took it apart to fix/clean and then for the life of me could not get it put back together.
Being told you're delusional does not necessarily mean you're mental.
My dreams that I recollect usually involve me covering ground on foot. I might be being chased by zombies, or looking for my car, or trying to find my classroom, but the common thread is that I'm trying to get away from something or to something but it never quite catches me (there's always a new route of escape if I get cornered) or I never quite get there.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.
This morning I was being chased by a giant Sasquatch monster with a huge mouth and lots of teeth; my wife and daughter were hiding in a room in a large mansion. I pounded on the door, and they let me in. My dream ended with the thing beating on the door. My clear impression was that we were without firearms.
Same thing I dream about every night, world domination.
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