I had a dream....

[jay-ell]

I had a dream that I was on the verge of Maximum Cuddles with a cross between James Marsters and A Guy I Knew In College, which is not actually much of a stretch. (You can't tell from the headshots, but they have similar body types, favor shirts that are tight and/or sleeveless, and both used to be platinum-blonde but have since let their hair go back to natural brown. I was with the platinum-blonde version.) Anyway, there I was, moments away from ecstasy, and we realized neither of us had a condom. So he ran out to get one, and by the time he got back I had remembered that I was married, and I couldn't go through with it.

Even after remembering Pedro, I was tempted, but ultimately, I did the right thing.

So. Disappointing. Where's a lucid dream when you need one?

So, my subconscious made it up to me last night. I still didn't get to screw him, but at least we made out a lot. Second base FTW.

This time, though, it was just Guy From College -- not the famous-actor blend I got last time. I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse.

[side_show]

I had a dream I was wandering aimlessly somewhere in they city.  It was dark and I was riding my bike down suburban streets wet from rain, although it was not raining at that moment.  The streetlights reflected off the road as I drove my bike along, and it was very quiet out.  Then I noticed there was a riot going on a couple blocks from me - a crowd of angry people, some with smoldering torches - so I decided to go into a nearby small hair salon to avoid the hassle.  Inside, Asian women worked on customers.  I asked for a facial, and sat down to get it done.  The esthetician tsk-tsked at me and told me that with the amount of black heads on my face it would be $300-$400 for her to get them all off.  I said that was too bad, because I really wanted to be rid of them, then asked her how much it would be for just a basic mini-facial, and she said with my skin it would still be around $300.  I said that unfortunately I couldn't afford that, then as I prepaired to go, I mentioned that there was a riot going on just down the street, and one of the other staff mentioned she new about this too.  There was some speculation as to why the riot was going on, but no one was really sure.  I felt pretty indifferent about both the fact I wasn't getting a facial and that I was about to head out into a riot, but I prepaired to leave anyway.

The overall emotional climate of the dream was that of ambivalence- I didn't care where I was going on my bike when I came upon the riot, I didn't feel any concern beyond mild frustration at the riot or the facial I could not afford.  I was mildly frustrated upon leaving the salon that I would need to ride my bike through the riot, but only because all the people would slow me down a bit.  It's not that I had anywhere to go.

This was a pretty unique dream for me, due both to the tone and content.  Especially of note is that I had had a conversation with my husband earlier that evening about how healthy and soft my skin is these days, making it particularly odd that I would dream of having bad skin.

[linnea]

I have been so sick that I missed the past 2 days of work. Last night, it was so bad that I took NyQuil. I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night thrashing and straining to breathe. I had a dream that somebody poured my lungs full of burning sand. I had lots of other weird dreams thanks to the Big N, little y, and Big fuck*ng Q, but that was the only one I could remember.

[iron_felix]

Back in the summer of 2006 I was trying to train myself to have lucid dreams, and typed up whatever I could remember from my dreams right after waking up.  I still have about a half-dozen of them saved on my laptop, long forgotten until this thread jogged my memory.  They're kind of stream-of-consciousness, and probably too long to post here unedited, but I'll put up summaries of some of them.  Here's one for one of the shorter ones:

Night of Thursday, June 15th, 2006

I was going to my high school prom with some friends (one of whom I didn't actually meet until college), but I didn't have a date.  It was the day of the prom, and I drove to the house where my best friend in 2nd grade used to live, where there were supposed to be people I could ask out.  For some reason I just kind of dithered around out front and never met anybody.

At this point in the dream I completely forgot about getting a date.  I decided my car (a Chevy Prizm) was too lame to drive to prom in, but I had some sort of keychain-mounted device that used an invisible ray to alter the length and width of different surfaces.  I used it on the Prizm to stretch out the chassis, and it started to turn into this huge '50s hotrod with sharkfin tail lights and everything.  Then I started to work on the front side of the car and realized I'd done it in reverse and the sharkfins were on the front hood.  Oops.

I couldn't be bothered to fix it so I started over on an old VW bus belonging to some random, unnamed friend.  This one started turning into a Rolls-Royce sort of car, but I never got to finish because my friends drove up and told me the prom was over now, even though it was still afternoon.  I was in trouble because the friend who owned the VW bus was really proud of it, and I'd never be able to get it back to exactly the way it was before, but then I pushed another button on the device and the car deflated like a balloon and folded up back into its original shape.

[AugustWest]

some sort of keychain-mounted device that used an invisible ray to alter the length and width of different surfaces.  I used it on the Prizm to stretch out the chassis, and it started to turn into this huge '50s hotrod with sharkfin tail lights and everything.  Then I started to work on the front side of the car and realized I'd done it in reverse and the sharkfins were on the front hood.  Oops.

I need one of those keychains!

On second thought, sounds like the perfect Christmas present for Paul...

[jaydub]

I need one of those keychains!

On second thought, sounds like the perfect Christmas present for Paul...

No doubt.  Also, Felix!  You're still around!

[pmcd9]

I had another good one.  There was this girl I once knew and she was naked.  She had a spectacular ass just like I remembered.  I reached over and gave that ass a nice squeeze.  When I went to pull my hand off of her ass cheek it was stuck like glue.  I tried to pull my hand away and it wouldn't budge.  I tried to pull harder and it began to stretch like rubber.  Very bizarre.  Then we were on a commercial air flight, the woman was still naked, but my hand was no longer attached to her ass.  I looked out the window and remarked that we were close to the ground.  We were crashing, into the ocean, but that didn't occur to me.  Then it happened.  We just looked out the window and watched as the airplane skidded across the surface of the water.  It was no big deal, there was no announcement from the cockpit, I didn't even have my seatbelt on.  We were enjoying the beautiful site of watching the water rush by.  I think the plane was still gently gliding across the water when I woke up.

[JorgeFabregas]

You dreamt a bright eyes song, man. What does it all mean.

[jay-ell]

I dreamed about yet another guy I knew in college, probably prompted by the fact that he was just tagged in a Facebook album by a local photography service called "Models for Charity," which does something to raise money for Worthy Causes by photographing pretty people.

(You can look him up if you're on Facebook, search for "models for charity" and find the first pic in the first album; the guy that's not a kid is my friend, click through to more photos if you like. There is a topless one of him that I'm pretty certain is friends-only that is most certainly wet-dream-worthy.)

The strange part of the dream, though, was that this beautiful specimen of man and I were engaging in a peculiar little game involving mutual nudity, a hot tub, and a My Little Pony.

Is this horrifyingly embarrassing? Yes. But it's also too hilarious *not* to share, so there you go. Hope you enjoyed it.

I know I did.

[greenkoolayd]

I dreamed about yet another guy I knew in college, probably prompted by the fact that he was just tagged in a Facebook album by a local photography service called "Models for Charity," which does something to raise money for Worthy Causes by photographing pretty people.

(You can look him up if you're on Facebook, search for "models for charity" and find the first pic in the first album; the guy that's not a kid is my friend, click through to more photos if you like. There is a topless one of him that I'm pretty certain is friends-only that is most certainly wet-dream-worthy.)

The strange part of the dream, though, was that this beautiful specimen of man and I were engaging in a peculiar little game involving mutual nudity, a hot tub, and a My Little Pony.

Is this horrifyingly embarrassing? Yes. But it's also too hilarious *not* to share, so there you go. Hope you enjoyed it.

I know I did.

MLP is less strange than precious moments figurines

[jay-ell]

I do have to give you that one.

At least MLP's are vinyl. I don't think I'd want to put anything as brittle and breakable as porcelain near my naughty bits.

Tempered glass? Maybe. But never, ever porcelain.

Did I say never?

[pmcd9]

You dreamt a bright eyes song, man. What does it all mean.

Yeah, anyone in particular or just Bright Eyes in general?

[Drygioni]

Yeah, anyone in particular or just Bright Eyes in general?

At The Bottom of Everything. Very apt.

[theinevitable]

I had this dream that was really long and convoluted and probably uninteresting.
But the end of it, oh man:

so we're helping the band Yo La Tengo load all of their amps and guitars and stuff into their van, and there are way more members than the band actually has. Lots of stuff to move. This one huge guy is standing off to one side bitching and not helping at all... complaining about the venue sucking, WashU fuck*ng him over on tuition, all this crap. And I said, dude, why don't you come help us out. Come on. What's your problem.
"No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"I JUST CAN'T."
"BUT WHY!?"
...
BECAUSE, I HAVE BABY HANDS! BABY HANDS! and he starts screaming BABY HANDS and wailing/crying and beating me with his tiny baby hands. I woke up shuddering and gasping.

I have a lot of dreams that involve something jumping at me/touching me, and my reaction in the dream is always to just kind of crumple into a ball and shudder. Ew.


It's weird because flailing around and crying/screaming is an ongoing joke with one of my friends, about String Dick, the man whose dick is really really long, but as thin as a piece of string. You say, "what's wrong, string dick?" and he goes "I HAVE A STRING-DICK!" and starts whipping it around in the air and wailing. This makes me laugh really hard.

[Drygioni]

I met JL in a dream. For some reason. You had the exact facial expression you do on your FB profile throughout and remarked on the hilarity of my accent.

I don't remember much else.

Also had a dream on the weekend that was good. Not much space in the camping barn so I was lucky enough to be squeezed between two lady friends. However, I had also drunk a horrible shitmix of wine, vodka, tequila, milk, energy juice, homebrew and, worst of all, lager, before going to bed. These inevitably give me strange dreams, and I promptly started envisaging some horrific yet strangely comforting world where I was obliged to sit down before a figure would sit on my lap and I'd have to hold this figure.

Woke up spooning one of the girls a little over-familiarly, but she was either asleep or did not mind, or did and didn't say anything and is now a bit scared.

fuck*ng hell.