Dream(s) i had last night 2005 December 12 13:35
Posted by diamond in : Random , trackbackI’m going to seperate these into paragraphs by section, but i’m not sure whether they were actually seperate dreams or not. Here goes.
There was a train, first ever passenger train, just built, and going to ennis on it’s first trip. All the upper class of society were going to be on it, including actors. I was such an actor. It was noted that in order to make the run economical they would have to allow some poor people on in future. There was a girl on the train (we’ll call her A. i don’t remember anything else about her other than she was also an actor), whom i was with, that had been presented with a ticket and a packed suitcase for this trip as a surprise by her family. On the train, she wanted to look into her bag to see what was in it, but i wouldn’t let her. Then myself and another girl (B) opened the bag without A seeing and removed the top item, which was a clear plastic box full of crunchy sticks, some kind of sweet. Myself and B were giggling and eating these, until they were all gone.
I’m in a bathroom. There’s a very weird kind of shower, like a cross between an operating table, a borg capsule, and a bath. All around it are various different weird types of shampoo, the labels of which scare me too much to dare using them. B is helping me wash my hair, we’re both fully clothed, and there is no water. A comes in and gives me some shampoo which is safe to use. Myself and B are giggling, A is somewhere else and is getting annoyed, but doesn’t know why. A is now a terrible angry unknowning man.
I’m a kid, about 7 or 8. I’m on my grandparents farm in kilkenny. I’m sitting on top of some kind of tank (container, not vehicle ,-). There is a puppy beside me, a young collie. It’s name is swank. He’s tethered to the tank with a piece of twine. He’s scared. I hold him gently until he accepts me, and he starts licking my face. Another puppy appears. This one is fred. He’s a young bulldog. He accepts me immediately and starts licking my face too. (Note: both swank and fred were real dogs, from that farm, though i never knew either as puppies. Swank was around before my time there, and fred afterwards. They were both border collies.) Fred somehow falls off the tank, about 6 feet high, lands on the far side of the wall in a passage way, with grass growing in it, and my father standing nearby. He’s a little scared by my father calms him.
I’m in a massive house. It’s my fathers. It’s like an old manor house, except bigger. There was a global rise in the sea level, it threatened the whole planet. My father saved the world by digging canals through to the middle of the earth, which solved the problem.
In the middle of this house, there’s an open air channel running through, with water in the bottom. There is a 25-foot seal swimming through it. I’m excited, and run to tell my father. I’m still about 7 or 8. The seal is diseased, there are chunks missing all along his flank. Where his eyes should be are hollow pits, hemispheres about the size of a large orange have been removed. This isn’t weird to me. I get a camera and open a window to take a photo of the seal. He notices and charges at me as i take a few snaps. He jumps vertically up out of the water, breaks the window, and flows through it into the hall. I run away as fast as i can, he follows. I throw various benches and tables at him to try and slow him down. Eventually, someone devises a system of gates at the top and bottom of the stairs to prevent the seal from climbing them. I run past the gates up to the next floor and i am safe.
A king and his brother live in a house. I think it’s the same house, and i think i’m the king. A man is responsible for flooding the world, using grass written in javascript. Originally the grass worked, but then something went wrong and it caused the flooding. This man is patrolling the streets, searching for the king, giving out his own 086 mobile number to people. The man was appointed by the king’s brother. The man finds the kind in King’s Inn. There’s a fight, the king flees, the man chases. The king challenges the man’s authority, the king says he’s bought the nobility. The man replies he’s his own master. The man puts the king in a seat, on a platform built into the street, with the platform level with the street. The platform rotates the king into the ground until he is upside down, and decapitating off an underground blade. This takes some time, and a servant of the king is trying to argue with the man to stop, but it doesn’t work.
Done. I am the only one who is disturbed by most of that?
*Update*
The above is fairly normal btw, i just don’t normally make the effort to take notes as soon as i wake up so that i’ll remember it all.
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Sadly I rarely remember my dreams - Whenever I do remember them it’s usually about something that’s going to happen and I end up changing plans. For example I had a dream about last years Christmas Party - It was really unpleasent and so I didn’t go. Sounds strange but I’ve found when I ignore my dreams I don’t like the consequences.
Did you figure any hidden meanings to the ones listed above?
I don’t know about anyone else, but this sort of thing is about normal for me too.
One of the several dreams I had last night was about being the only vampire fighting a host of werewolves, underground, in an abandoned waterworld/aquadome type place. I was supposed to duel a specific one of them, had fought several others already, but after dropping a fifty cent piece onto the wrong part of the water, I awakened some sort of dreadful krakenlike creature which was about to destroy us all, so we had to suspend the fight to evacuate everyone, and lock the door. I was the one who had to do this because I was the last out, I didn’t want to leave any of my stuff behind.
This is by no means the weirdest dream I have had, it doesn’t even come close. It was only one of the 5 or 6 I had last night. My dreams are always long, involved, and exceptionally realistic, unless I’m lucid, in which case they are vague, fuzzy, and sureal, because I am in control and half-awake. I have long stopped being disturbed by them, and I’m mostly just fascinated now, but rarely enough to write them down, or recall them for long. I have never seen the point.
So no, I wouldn’t be in the least disturbed by what you describe. I think its perfectly normal. But if this sort of thing is unusual for you, then I can see why you might be a little freaked.
I’d say it all sounds pretty normal to me too. I don’t often remember my dreams but sometimes I do and its a case of “how on earth did I manage to dream that?” I’m no expert and wouldn’t claim to be, but dreams are just really weird and non-sensical naturally. The other night I was in a mountain bike race which suddenly turned into a scary high-speed car chance inside a supermarket. I found it really difficult manoeuvering a Porche 911 through the various isles with a BMW chacing me!
I’d say pretty normal. At least when under medication. Good Olde Freud would love you
I used to not have/not remember dreaming for many years (always sleep derpived due to work). After starting bllod pressure etc medications, I’m having the most horrific nightmares all the time. But, I’m used to them now and can, in fact, reason that “OK, let’s see this one through and get on with it”. Luckily, a few hours after waking, I manage to supress the stuff. Unless it’s about Nuke War, G.W. Bush, etc., which is when I go writing.
While absurd, strange and scary - enjoy! It’s for free…