Dream Warriors

[Portrait in Flesh]

Since I couldn't find a dream-related thread here as of yet.

Because I've always been an oh so mellow person, I wear a night guard to deal with my bruxism when I'm otherwise passed out in bed. Nevertheless, I know there are nights when I'm grinding away extra hard because I'll dream that hundreds and hundreds of teeth are constantly falling out of my mouth. I know it's anxiety related, but last night's dammit-brain-leave-me-alone session didn't involve teeth. Instead, I was pulling out handfuls of needles (sewing, not record player or hypodermic) from my mouth. They weren't just falling out; I had to tug them, and for every five or so I pulled out, twice as many showed up to take their place.

I kept trying to pull them out faster and faster, because I wanted to tell Jeff to stop pushing stick pins (the kind with those little ball thingies at one end) into my feet. Which he was doing while I could hear that damn Ewok Yub-Nub song playing away in the background.

[Marxo Grouch]

I've had the teeth falling out thing and I've had something akin to the needle thing, except it's more like I take a bite of something I expect to be quite soft, and instead, my mouth feels like it's filled with fiber, and the more I chew, the bigger and more fibrous it becomes.

Possibly because of the post in the Forry thread, last night I dreamed that I was talking to my friend Brenna and she told me that she had had some sort of harassment experience that very day and that it had been Adam West. I started to ask her about what had happened, but she grabbed the phone to call the local sheriff, who, as it turned out, was another friend, Elliott, who I haven't seen for a long time.

[Billy A. Anderson]

I used to have frequent dreams that my teeth were cracking and crumbling in my mouth. I read one dream interpreter who said that was a sign that a person with those dreams would be coming into money.

Well, it didn't happen to me.

In probably 2000 or so, I had my first cracked tooth, which was saved by a root canal, but then 4 teeth cracked and could not be saved,one of them, with no cavities or fillings just cracking neatly into two halves when I bit down on a fragment of cherry pit in some black cherry yogurt.

Another tooth broke apart in several pieces over several years' time.

It wasn't like in the dreams, where the teeth crumbled into very small pieces.

I don't think I've had many if any of those old dreams, since my teeth have actually started to crack.

PIF and Marxo, those are really some dreams that you are having.

After my dentist told me my teeth showed signs of bruxism, I simply stopped that destructive habit without having to have an appliance made.

[Billy A. Anderson]

Marxo, it is odd that your dream followed reading the Forry threadl

[Portrait in Flesh]

Mar 16, 2018 21:20:27 GMT -5 Billy A. Anderson said:

PIF and Marxo, those are really some dreams that you are having.

And last night served up a dream scenario that's become way too frequent over the past couple of years.  It'll start off where I feel something...unusual in my mouth.  Turns out to be a bit of thread, which I pull and pull and pull only to find it's attached to the roof of my mouth and I end up pulling my mouth pretty much inside out trying to resolve this.  (A variation of this is I'll be chewing gum, and for some reason I'll start pulling the gum out of my mouth, only to find out I've actually been chewing on part of my soft palate and the only reasonable thing to do at that point is to keep pulling until the roof of my mouth and most of my throat are pulled out of my mouth.) 

[Choconado]

huh. A couple weeks back I had a needle-mouth dream too. Like, out of nowhere in whatever situation I was in, I just started like, vomiting up needles. Like they kept filling my mouth from somewhere and I kept forcibly spitting them out to no avail.

[Killer Goldfish]

For the last 3 nights running I have waked up from nightmares that I was living the storyline in

And what sort of gripes my cookies is that the story starts after the chase begins, so I don't even get to start out with having sex with a way cute guy on a date.

[Killer Goldfish]

Now having your teeth crack or fall out in a dream is usually about indecision of some kind. Needles coming out of that hole are more like it's about having something, er, sharp to say and being afraid it will be sharp enough to cut you, too.

Now, the string -- that's oogy, is all I can say.

[Marxo Grouch]

I had another very typical scenario dream in which I am basically wandering around a large institution (usually educational) with random events transpiring. Kind of like my own episodes of Mr. Bean.

One of the distinctive portions of this was the fourth(?) appearance by someone who I just instinctively knew was Mizzzzz Portrait in Flesh. She and I were sitting in a large open common area talking to a guy I didn't recognize. We all decided we were bored with whatever it was we were doing there so we started hitting each other with pies. Eventually a voice boomed out over some PA admonishing us for our horseplay.

Later in the same dream, I walked back into that same room and found the two of them going at it again. I got some residual splatter in the process, and then the PA voice yelled again. I said, "Hey, I wasn't even involved in this one!", to which it answered, "Oh."

Despite my predilection, the whole thing didn't actually feel sexual at the time, which is especially funny because, man, does it read as such.

[Portrait in Flesh]

Jun 17, 2018 5:39:16 GMT -5 Marxo Grouch said:

I had another very typical scenario dream in which I am basically wandering around a large institution (usually educational) with random events transpiring. Kind of like my own episodes of Mr. Bean.

One of the distinctive portions of this was the fourth(?) appearance by someone who I just instinctively knew was Mizzzzz Portrait in Flesh. She and I were sitting in a large open common area talking to a guy I didn't recognize. We all decided we were bored with whatever it was we were doing there so we started hitting each other with pies. Eventually a voice boomed out over some PA admonishing us for our horseplay.

Later in the same dream, I walked back into that same room and found the two of them going at it again. I got some residual splatter in the process, and then the PA voice yelled again. I said, "Hey, I wasn't even involved in this one!", to which it answered, "Oh."

Despite my predilection, the whole thing didn't actually feel sexual at the time, which is especially funny because, man, does it read as such.

Yeah, yeah, keep clutching your pearls over that residual splatter, Oh Innocent Bystander.

[Lemmy Caution]

From Friday night:

I was staying in a motel --one of the kinds where all the rooms are a long strip next to the parking lot. How I got there is a little fuzzy, but I was supposed to be going to some kind of Very Important Thingummy-Whatsits.

I was unpacking my suitcase when I turned around and saw the outside door was cracked open. Just then, a boy (maybe about ten years old) with a really scary expression on his face stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of those hotel bathrobes --which aren't provided by motels anyway. He was clutching one of those pasteboard bank-account ID cards you get when you have just opened a new account. Thinking that it might have been for my bank account, I tried to take it from him and he bit me on my hand. I did, finally retrieve the card, and saw it was from a bank I don't have an account with.

I opened the door to shoo the boy out of the room. His mother was standing outside --she was also wearing a hotel bathrobe and looked really tired and strung out on something-or-other. 

The boy tore a piece off of the bank-account card I was holding and ran out the door to his mother.

[Marxo Grouch]

Jun 17, 2018 20:13:58 GMT -5 Lemmy Caution said:

From Friday night:

I was staying in a motel --one of the kinds where all the rooms are a long strip next to the parking lot. How I got there is a little fuzzy, but I was supposed to be going to some kind of Very Important Thingummy-Whatsits.

I was unpacking my suitcase when I turned around and saw the outside door was cracked open. Just then, a boy (maybe about ten years old) with a really scary expression on his face stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of those hotel bathrobes --which aren't provided by motels anyway. He was clutching one of those pasteboard bank-account ID cards you get when you have just opened a new account. Thinking that it might have been for my bank account, I tried to take it from him and he bit me on my hand. I did, finally retrieve the card, and saw it was from a bank I don't have an account with.

I opened the door to shoo the boy out of the room. His mother was standing outside --she was also wearing a hotel bathrobe and looked really tired and strung out on something-or-other. 

The boy tore a piece off of the bank-account card I was holding and ran out the door to his mother.

I just reread this and it's very unsettling. Like a scene from Twin Peaks: The Return.

Every once in a while I have a dream in which I become aggressive in a way I don't believe I have ever been in real life. A recent example had me standing in a grassy area next to a river. The grass went all the way to the river's edge, which was a row of stones at ground level and a wall beneath it, and the water level a couple of feet below that. There were a man and woman standing near the edge. She was clearly pregnant. At one point, I saw the man reach over the side towards the water and seemingly shove something. I heard what sounded like a yowl and hiss and then a splash. Running to the edge, I saw that he had shoved a white cat into the water, one that had apparently been sitting on a small stone platform sticking out of the wall. I reached down into the water and pulled out the cat. Then I charged over and grabbed the guy roughly, telling him I would hurt him badly if I ever saw him doing something like that again. The woman yelled at me and told me I couldn't talk to them like that, so I grabbed her too and told her to shut up or I'd perform an impromptu C-section on her right there. The B-movie-ness of that threat actually turned what was initially an uncomfortable experience into an oddly amusing one.

[Killer Goldfish]

I woke up in the middle of the night because my knee touched sonething wet and spoogy. It was a furball. Dark gray so it had to have been Sabertooth. I gingerly picked it up with a kleenex, put it in the garbage and after swiping ineffectually at the wet spot with another kleenex, said forget it and went back to sleep. This morning there was nothing there. This is the most non-lucid dream I've had in a very long time.

[Marxo Grouch]

Dreamed I was getting frisky with one Ms. Pamela Poovey.

I'm almost positive I've had cartoon character cameos before, but I can't think of any specifically.

[Killer Goldfish]

I dreamed the other night about a co-worker, who moved to Finland a few years ago with her husband and (at last count) 12 kids. In the dream she announced grimly that her husband was in the process of changing into a woman and had changed his name to Aleta. He was sleeping on the sofa.

[El Santo]

You remind me of a dream I had way back when I was a teenager.  I dreamed that I woke up, went downstairs to the kitchen, fixed myself a bowl of Grape Nuts, and ate it.  I can't recall ever dreaming anything so utterly mundane and undramatic before or since.


Relatedly, here's an odd thing I just realized this morning:  my subconscious is somehow incapable of rendering text.  If I encounter a document of any kind during a dream-- even just a sign on a wall-- I can get the gist of it at a glance, but if I try to study it in order to get the exact wording, the letters refuse to cohere into anything intelligible.  This always leads to me realizing that I'm dreaming, and causes my immediate awakening in the overwhelming majority of cases.

[Mayzshon]

The other night I dreamt that I was being stalked by Donald Trump. It was like an 80's slasher movie, in that I was running while he was moving very slowly, yet he was always right behind me.
Eventually he caught up and threw an egg at me, then walked away smugly, ignoring my accusations that he was really immature.

[Killer Goldfish]

Dec 12, 2019 9:44:48 GMT -5 El Santo said:

You remind me of a dream I had way back when I was a teenager.  I dreamed that I woke up, went downstairs to the kitchen, fixed myself a bowl of Grape Nuts, and ate it.  I can't recall ever dreaming anything so utterly mundane and undramatic before or since.


Relatedly, here's an odd thing I just realized this morning:  my subconscious is somehow incapable of rendering text.  If I encounter a document of any kind during a dream-- even just a sign on a wall-- I can get the gist of it at a glance, but if I try to study it in order to get the exact wording, the letters refuse to cohere into anything intelligible.  This always leads to me realizing that I'm dreaming, and causes my immediate awakening in the overwhelming majority of cases.

And you in turn remind me that the theory is that people are incapable of reading anything in a dream.  All dreamers are supposed to get the effect you just described, or some permutation of it.  And yet I dream all the time that I'm reading something and it's fine.  This is probably emanating from the same region of my brain that gives me nightmares if I watch too many family movies yet allows me to sleep like a baby if I watch something horrifying...

[Marxo Grouch]

That seems to be at odds with what I've heard about how you can train yourself to engage in lucid dreaming. The method supposedly goes that, when you're awake and walking around, you constantly look at signs around you, looking at them once, looking away and then looking back. If you can train yourself to do this habitually when you're awake, then when you're dreaming, you'll do the same thing, only in the dream, when you look back, the sign will be different, and that's how you know that you're dreaming. I have no idea if there's any validity to this, plus I've never been able to be disciplined enough to train myself to do the sign-looking thing when I'm awake.

[Marxo Grouch]

Dec 12, 2019 12:33:36 GMT -5 Mayzshon said:

The other night I dreamt that I was being stalked by Donald Trump. It was like an 80's slasher movie, in that I was running while he was moving very slowly, yet he was always right behind me.
Eventually he caught up and threw an egg at me, then walked away smugly, ignoring my accusations that he was really immature.

And then he whipped out his phone and started tweeting about how liberals are always throwing eggs at people, right? Sad.

Much as it sickens me to acknowledge it, Trump has appeared in at least three of my dreams. I had one a number of months back in which he didn't actually physically appear, but he was definitely somewhere in the vicinity of where I was. It took place backstage at some sort of event that I guess President Assface was "speaking" at. I was hanging around the craft services, next to a big table crammed with food. At the head of the table was a big bucket of fried chicken, which a guy with a headset on was telling everyone was for Trump and Trump alone and that no one should touch it. This was the point where I heard El Stupido's voice somewhere around the corner or something saying, "That's right, no one better touch the big man's chicken!" Only he didn't say it playfully, he said it as if he meant it as a genuine threat. So I walked up to the bucket and started cramming as much chicken into my mouth as I could, the headset guy goes "HEY!" and that's when the scene faded.