Chiomara

OK, how on earth do I even explain this.. In my dream I was a Maleficent type character (with the dress and horns and all), except I lived somewhere like Cleveland and I was somehow indirectly responsible/involved with the widespread use and necessity of these particular types of prosthetic penises?? Or penis sheaths, rather? I have no clue how or why I was involved with their sudden ubiquitous-ness but it was heavily implied that it was my fault. My ex was there, and he was sick with a cold, but nonetheless he decided that it was Time for Sex (I was just there visiting his cats and doing regular Maleficent-type things) and threw on his Penis Sheath™, all raring to go, but I left since I urgently needed to go to the store. At the store I was trapped by the cashier lady and some man for at LEAST an hour in dream-time-- they were going on and on about some elusive and strange lasagna recipe which belonged to the cashier that the man kept asking for, and she finally gave it to him (she listed each step while he wrote it down; this took an eternity) and it sounded vile and not at all like anything resembling lasagna but anywho, the only other thing I remember is being at a city park by a lake.

Chiomara

So, as I mentioned before, ever since I began sleeping in this bedroom I constantly have those false-awakening type dreams. (And I sleep horribly here in general. The knocking noises in the closet certainly don't help; I checked many times and there weren't any mice or anything) I wake up in the dream, I step out of bed and everything looks exactly as it should-- every last detail. After getting out of bed I usually begin walking around the room, interacting with some invisible being who I can only really hear in my mind. Sometimes, this being suddenly drains me of energy and makes my vision go black. Other times it's someone standing in my closet or bathroom doorway staring at me as I become sleepier and sleepier. Anyway, last night it was a different-- I woke up in the dream (it was still nighttime) and felt the urgent need to feed or give something to these ghost children who were all around me; I couldn't see them clearly but I felt them, and they were scurrying around me.

This isn't the first time I've dreamed of feeding orphaned dead children, so I have to wonder what it symbolizes.

Pet_Sounds

Over the past couple of months, I've woken up screaming from nightmares three times. It seems to happen whenever I'm stressed out—exams, travel, etc. Hopefully they'll go away now that summer's here.

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Chiomara

Dreamed that I was attending a writing workshop led by that one guy in Breaking Bad. (My favorite one-- the bald one. The nice bald one. Not the cop, not the main character but the other one with a white-ish beard I think)
It took place outdoors under a large awning every day at sunset. I constantly forgot my pencils and notebooks so I had to write on various objects, including a large jade brick. I remember writing a sentence with the phrase "black tupelo honey" in it. At one point the instructor yelled (to no one in particular) "I DON'T WANNA SEE ANY JOHN GREEN NONSENSE. I will throw it in the trash!!!" and that's all I remember. Well, actually, earlier in the dream I was forced to break up a small orgy between four or five ladies (as they were disrupting my sleep and not inviting me despite being in my house) but it wasn't terribly exciting.

I did eat something in my sleep, but I haven't quite solved the mystery of what it was yet.

Oh, and I woke up with this song in my head.

Chiomara

Dreamed I was living in a boarding school of sorts. One or two of you (not going to say who) were there, and were very elusive. Something was happening with the moon-- a blood moon, maybe? And the nights had become much longer, too, and everyone was acting strangely. I couldn't remember anything (much like real life) so I just wandered around aimlessly the whole time. I was wearing a heavy backpack, and kept taking it off to pile various rocks and bricks and heavy objects in it. While doing so I thought, "Yes, good, this will be miserable for me. I deserve it!"

Anyway, MB person A (who attended the same boarding school and possibly shared a room with me) was skateboarding all around, and he would stop often to pose dramatically, (I think I was attempting to either return or inquire about some paperback books of his I had borrowed and found a secret code in) and it was around this time I realized the sun hadn't come up in days-- also, the stars were much brighter than usual, and I noticed I wasn't near my school anymore-- I was in some very hilly neighborhood near the ocean, in some sort of nature preserve, maybe, but something was odd about it and I became deeply worried that we were in fact in some sort of Truman Show situation which would have explained the wonky moon/sun situation.

djchameleon

Aww you are having dreams of me? How quaint.

I need to stop listening to Podcast before dozing off to sleep. One of the hosts will consistently end up in my dream. The last one I had this morning, I wish I could remember the details of because I woke up in a panic.

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Fame, fortune, power, titties. People say these are the most crucial things in life, but you can have a pocket full o' gold and it doesn't mean sh*t if you don't have someone to share that gold with. Seems simple. Yet it's an important lesson to learn. Even lone wolves run in packs sometimes.

Pet_Sounds

It's obviously Innerspaceboy.

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Frownland

Picturing ISB skateboarding is so off the mark for his character that it loops back around and would be totally unsurprising if I learned that he did skateboard.

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Pet_Sounds

Just picture his coat tails blowing in the wind.

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Chiomara

Nope! It definitely was not.