Our minds do some strange things while we’re asleep. Especially mine. I’ve been a vivid dreamer all of my life. To this day, I can remember images like movie stills from dreams as young as 5 and 6. I can also be a lucid dreamer, on the rare occasion. (I find the “hands” reality check to be the most effective way for me to determine if I’m lucid dreaming.)
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| Dreams feel real while we’re in them. It’s only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange. (INCEPTION) |
I know I mentioned I have complex, vivid, epic dreams. Take Tuesday night, for example. After Red Tent Temple, I dreamed about a lightning storm, two blond sisters named Alexa and Ivy, good-looking twin teenaged boys from outer space asleep in the guest bedroom of my parents’ house, and throwing water balloons at a former student staff member of mine. TOTES made sense at the time, while I was asleep.
Some of my other crazy dreams:
- Going shopping at Kmart with Anthony Bourdain and watching strange cloud formations in the sky with him.
- Watching a nuclear bomb detonate and then fleeing from Nazi zombies in an old abandoned school bus in the deserted wasteland of D.C.
- Speaking of D.C., helping the Obamas move into the White House and unpack.
- Getting married in the parking lot of a McDonald’s after the rabbi (who’s played by a former colleague of mine) gets run over by an old hoopdie Buick driven by kids in Halloween masks.
- Fighting off zombie robots (that is, robots that came out of the ground) at my college with my fellow RAs and campus police.
- Fighting off zombie children on the Atlantic City Boardwalk and hiding in a museum that gets hit with a tidal wave.
- Helping former President Bush (Jr.) find prostitutes in D.C.
My favorite dream? Last year I randomly dreamed my sister walked up to me on the street and told me she was 8 weeks pregnant with a little girl. That was it, that was the whole dream. The next morning, I was talking with her online and mentioned the dream. She stopped IMing me and then called my cell phone. *cue freaky music* She was calling to tell me (the first person she told besides her husband) that she was actually 5 weeks pregnant and had only known for about 5 days. Also? I’m now an Auntie to a niece. BAM! How do you like them apples?!
If you’d like to read even weirder tales of the things my brain makes up while I’m asleep, feel free to check out the Dreams tag at my *embarrased sideways glance* LiveJournal. Now, I haven’t written in that thing in probably over a year or more, and a good number of entries are hidden behind a Friends-Only privacy lock, but there’s still plenty of unprotected entries for you to enjoy 🙂
Other updates:
+ Only 2 days until the RESOLVE of New England Fertility Treatment, Donor Choices, and Adoption Conference! The Stirrup Queen herself, Melissa Ford, will be our keynote speaker!
+ Have you donated to my Fertile Fall Fundraiser yet? I’ve only raised $10 so far, and I’ve got $1990 to go!
+ NaBloPoMo is hard. Seriously. Expect some WAY random posts, like this one.
+ And finally, I’ve apparently won the WEGO Health Vlog Contest for my first vlog last week. I’m getting an iPod Touch… word!
I have frequent vivid dreams – I don't think they're lucid dreams, but I do recall good chunks of them.
Reoccurring themes:
Naked in public places, often my old school
Being chased by an attacker, being unable to fight back, my fists are featherweight
Getting buried in sand/snow (I'm from Canada, snow's common here!)
In the last couple months, however, I've had a couple vivid child dreams, which is odd. One was that I had a newborn baby boy, but I couldn't breastfeed him. I can still remember the "feeling" of him not wanting to feed. 🙁 I was just emotionally wrecked when I woke up. No clue where that dream came from since our chances of conceiving are slim to none (as are many who read this blog).
Anyway, time to cease being long winded. Glad to know that I'm not the only one with vivid dreams. 🙂
I remember having a dream about going to a 3 ring circus on the top of the mountain on Oahu. It was truly bizarre.
I wish I could remember my dreams, aside from the ones about being back in high school and getting demerits for rolled down socks, which STILL plague me to this day. I know I have weird ones, but then they vanish when I wake up. My husband and I have linked some of the wackier dream we both have to cumin, of all things; when I make something with a generous amount of cumin in it, I can almost always guarantee a "wacky wacky" (as my husband refers to his) story the next morning!
i'm so glad to know that i'm not alone with "odd" dreams. everytime i tell someone about my dream the night before i get the head cocked and a your weird comment. try to decifer this one…i used to have a reaccuring dream of being kidnapped in a helecpter and seeing the ground below that consisted on a tiger, a go kart track and a a farm house…skip to the end of the dream where I would escape from the tower slide (like the one a travelling carnivals with the potatoe sack) but they would find me again because of the location device on my neck…yikes…i don't have that one anymore…thankfully.