a collective thread for Sharing dreams

[rovingjack]

Those silly ephemeral things that dreams are, they can be fun to share with people.

I will start this off with mine from last night.

I was going back to the old university kitchen that I used to work in, and it was now little more than a tiled and stainless steel office space. and under observation in the tiny kitchen was a young woman doing my old job and with no help from the watcher.

There were a few things of especial note. One she was sort of chained to the stainless steel table, Two they worked her a whole day and paid her for only three hours, Three she was trying very hard to do a good job, and Four she had four arms.

When I finally managed to get her to get away from that place, I took her back to her home... Inside a clock tower/apartment that was spacious and decorated in an industrial/bohemian style, overlooking docks on a harbor.

Living there with her was her boyfriend who really wasn't good enough for her. But I don't interfere with peoples love lives and said nothing, trying to be friendly and all. The Guy got jealous and it turns out he had some type of hypnotic power which he used on me to make me afraid of water... I mean to the point that I would move to the other side of the room if the tap were turned on or a glass of water were set out on the table. He was trying to make me die of thirst.

She discovered what was happening but couldn't figure a way to get him to release me and it seemed she also felt trapped and had given up trying to break free. But I began trying to break the hypnosis by convincing myself that not only had I been dealing with water all my life without harm but I needed outside water to replenish me because I am mostly water.

It didn't stop the anxiety but it was like turning from my feeling mind to my thinking mind. I could sort of shut off my feelings and just do whatever I needed. and that turned out to be a confrontation with the hypnotist, who was paniced by my ability to aparently break the spell, his panic actually made it easier for me to break free further.

It gets a bit hazy from there but there is an impression of a fight and daggling him over the side of the tower or over a pit, and an impression that the four armed woman and I were friends after we got our lives back.

the description doesn't do it justice but there you go.

[Miss Monstreux]

Ah! Had I seen this thread earlier.....I posted a dream in one of the other sections here....but it was Steapmpunk themed and that was before I knew there was an off-topic area.
My dream from last night:

I must have been skimming through too much SP sites last night because I've had my first SP themed dream.
I usually write these down sooner, seeing as I have my own dream blog and am involved in a few dream sites

All I really remember is I'm wearing a beautiful blue Victorian gown and matching hat, and I'm having tea with my friends. The thing that sticks out to me is we keep having interruptions, and I just remember constantly setting down my cup and saucer to deal with the interruptions, which were completely irritating.

Any of you have interesting Steam Dreams? I'm totally a noob at SP but dreams are my forte! (sp?)

[Miss Monstreux]

Those silly ephemeral things that dreams are, they can be fun to share with people.

I will start this off with mine from last night.

I was going back to the old university kitchen that I used to work in, and it was now little more than a tiled and stainless steel office space. and under observation in the tiny kitchen was a young woman doing my old job and with no help from the watcher.

There were a few things of especial note. One she was sort of chained to the stainless steel table, Two they worked her a whole day and paid her for only three hours, Three she was trying very hard to do a good job, and Four she had four arms.

When I finally managed to get her to get away from that place, I took her back to her home... Inside a clock tower/apartment that was spacious and decorated in an industrial/bohemian style, overlooking docks on a harbor.

Living there with her was her boyfriend who really wasn't good enough for her. But I don't interfere with peoples love lives and said nothing, trying to be friendly and all. The Guy got jealous and it turns out he had some type of hypnotic power which he used on me to make me afraid of water... I mean to the point that I would move to the other side of the room if the tap were turned on or a glass of water were set out on the table. He was trying to make me die of thirst.

She discovered what was happening but couldn't figure a way to get him to release me and it seemed she also felt trapped and had given up trying to break free. But I began trying to break the hypnosis by convincing myself that not only had I been dealing with water all my life without harm but I needed outside water to replenish me because I am mostly water.

It didn't stop the anxiety but it was like turning from my feeling mind to my thinking mind. I could sort of shut off my feelings and just do whatever I needed. and that turned out to be a confrontation with the hypnotist, who was paniced by my ability to aparently break the spell, his panic actually made it easier for me to break free further.

It gets a bit hazy from there but there is an impression of a fight and daggling him over the side of the tower or over a pit, and an impression that the four armed woman and I were friends after we got our lives back.

the description doesn't do it justice but there you go.

I hope you don't mind me interpreting it?

Four
Four denotes stability, physical limitations, hard labor and earthly things, as in the four corners of the earth or the four elements (earth, wind, fire and water). It also stands for materialistic matters and how you get things done.�Alternatively, the dream may be a pun on being "for" a position. In Asian cultures, the number four is a metaphor for death.

Arm
To see your arms as the emphasis in your dream, indicate your nurturance side and your ability to reach out and care for people. Alternatively, it may represent the struggles and challenges in your life. Consider the pun "arm yourself" which implies that you need to protect yourself, be more aggressive and take a firmer stance on things or the pun "up in arms", representing anger and your readiness to argue.

Chains
To see chains in your dream, signify your need to break free from a routine, old idea, or a relationship. If you are being chained, then some part of you is being forcefully put in check.�You are being held back from what you really want to do.

Water
To see water in your dream, symbolizes your unconscious and your emotional state of mind. Water is the living essence of the psyche and the flow of life energy. It is also symbolic of spirituality, knowledge, healing and refreshment. To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. Feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged.�You need to let out some steam.�To see calm, clear water in your dream, means that you are in tune with your spirituality. It denotes serenity, peace of mind, and rejuvenation.
To hear running water in your dream, denotes meditation and reflection. You are reflecting on your thoughts and emotions.�

Hypnotize
To dream that you are hypnotized, signifies your limitations. You are being influenced or swayed by others.
To dream that you fail to be hypnotized, indicates that trouble is looming over you. You are the only one who can confront the problem and rise above it.

Fear
To dream that you feel fear, indicates that your achievements will not be as successful as you had anticipated. You are experiencing anxieties in various aspects of your life. The key to overcoming your fear is to discuss them and deal with them openly.


You, yourself pointed out what stood out the most to you, so that helped. I added some things I felt were key elements to your dream. I put up these interps of symbols so you can come to your own conclusion of what the dream means. I use them as a reference to find a common thread and then proceed to go with my gut.


So because I know nothing of you or your life I'll prolly be way off. But going with my gut, I think that this woman is YOU. Sometimes in our dream world, we project our feelings or situation onto another character; for example it is easier to see someone else cry in a dream rather than deal with your own dream-self crying.
Maybe it's just literal, maybe not, but you are "Chained" to a situation that you've worked so hard at/for but you know is not good for you. And the boyfriend is ALSO you, another part of you that is afraid of change, the part that mayhaps obligated yourself to the situation? So an internal struggle to break free of a situation, making you afraid to acknowledge your feelings towards it. You defeated the boyfriend, so that's always a good thing.

I could be WAY off, I totally understand if I'm off the mark.

[rovingjack]

This could be fun, people sharing dreams and discussing meanings.

Ah! Had I seen this thread earlier.....I posted a dream in one of the other sections here....but it was Steapmpunk themed and that was before I knew there was an off-topic area.
My dream from last night:

I must have been skimming through too much SP sites last night because I've had my first SP themed dream.
I usually write these down sooner, seeing as I have my own dream blog and am involved in a few dream sites

All I really remember is I'm wearing a beautiful blue Victorian gown and matching hat, and I'm having tea with my friends. The thing that sticks out to me is we keep having interruptions, and I just remember constantly setting down my cup and saucer to deal with the interruptions, which were completely irritating.

Any of you have interesting Steam Dreams? I'm totally a noob at SP but dreams are my forte! (sp?)

If I may be so bold as to return the favor before offering my own look at my dream.

I would suggest that the dress and hat may be about keeping up appearances, a pretty facade or it may very well represent an ideal or inner beauty made completely visible.

The other Important symbol I see is the cup of tea. Richly flavored or nuanced warm water can represent your spirit, contentment, intuition ect. Aspects of yourself held within a vessel that also may represent yourself.

You keep having to set youself (The physical needs might be the cup, the needs of the inner you might be the tea) aside because you are being called upon by outside situations. It might suggest that inside you feel like you are neglecting you dreams and fancies for others and you is frustrating you (both at the interruption as well as yourself for putting aside the enjoyment of yourself for things that might wait until you've had your tea).

As for my own dream:
I have no problem with the suggestion of myself being the four armed woman (as an alchemist one confronts that idea of combining the masculine and feminine aspects of themselves in a figure known as a Rebis, between that and some other parts of my life I've a bit of a maluble self image), but I wonder in this case if it is something a bit more conglomerated and yet vauge. I can see it being a representative of multitasking at all the projects I do, but it also hold the idea of the mixture of value (handy to have) and isolation of being differant and somewhat freakish. That it is represented by a young woman might represent my reflexive need to protect it, find it's beauty and set it as destint in a way from my usual self.

The value of it being differant from me is that it allows me to defend it when I might hesitate to defend myself, and by unifying as friend at the end it might suggest making that a part of me (my life) again and thereby show me taking up my own causes as much as I would take up the causes of somebody else.

My old job almost without a doubt represents taking advantage of people, not from malice but disinterest in them as anything but resources for the gain of the employer. The chain oddly enough may be the representation of the binding of the girl by her loyalty and desire to do as good a job and a complete days work despite the incomplete pay. It's a sort of shackle of her while the employer is unfettered by the bounds of loyalty and honour.

The Mesmerist may represent an openness to the influence of others that can be harmful to me. Sewing fears and doubts in me because they don't feel good enough for what they have, but rather than striving to improve they simply prefer to tear down anything that seems better or a threat to their place.

The answer is to see what is my own mind and what has been introduced from the outside, and act on the former while not eliminating the latter but just taking the power of decision out of it's hands.

That and it's fun to find exotic young beauties and befriend them  .

[DrArclight]

Interesting topic.  I haven't been dreaming much lately, at least not that I remember, but when I do dream, they are usually very vivid, and often I know I am dreaming.

There is a sort of recurring person in one of my dreams.  I named her Kathryn because she didn't have a name when we first met.  Usually Kathryn and I both know we're dreaming and can both control the dreams.  I sometimes realize I'm dreaming because I feel her presence.  She can change her appearance, but it's always female, and her eyes are almost always ice-blue.  We spend a lot of time talking in the dreams.  She tells me about what she calls "our past" but she is somehow cut off from the waking world.  Me, I don't have access to the past memories very often but I talk to her about the present.  She has a secret name for me that I've never told anyone else, in the event she turns out to be more than just a figment of my imagination and we manage to meet in real life.  She's confident that if we ever do meet in person she will know my secret name and that will be how I know her.

I always feel kind of adrift when I go too long without seeing her in my dreams.  She's been there since I was a child, in the earliest dreams I remember.  We've spent lifetimes together and I've died saving her life countless times.  So yes, you can die in a dream and not die in reality.

So what do you guys think?  Am I completely nuts?

[darkshines]

I'm going to step in here and ask for sme clearifucation on the use of the term "mesmerist". A mesmerist and a hypnotist are two very, very different things. In strict layman's terms a hypnotist is using genuine psychological techniques to calm a patient in order to overcome a psychological issue (to block pain, overcome addiction, remember something, unlock subconscious). What a mesmerist does is very different. Mesmerism is the transference of invisible magnetic fluid from the mesmerist to the patient. The patient could be suffering from physical, mental or emotional pain, and the treatment will either cause the patient to fall into a trance, or have a "crisis". While in a trance the patient cannot usually communicate at all, only to say they are not under deeply enough (I have only found fictional accounts to suggest the opposite is true).

In your dream, what was the role of the hypnotism/mesmerism? What actually happened?

[Birdnest]

I'm going to step in here and ask for sme clearifucation on the use of the term "mesmerist". A mesmerist and a hypnotist are two very, very different things. In strict layman's terms a hypnotist is using genuine psychological techniques to calm a patient in order to overcome a psychological issue (to block pain, overcome addiction, remember something, unlock subconscious). What a mesmerist does is very different. Mesmerism is the transference of invisible magnetic fluid from the mesmerist to the patient. The patient could be suffering from physical, mental or emotional pain, and the treatment will either cause the patient to fall into a trance, or have a "crisis". While in a trance the patient cannot usually communicate at all, only to say they are not under deeply enough (I have only found fictional accounts to suggest the opposite is true).

In your dream, what was the role of the hypnotism/mesmerism? What actually happened?

Very Correct ... and independently verified too    (Bird says thanks for that.)

My dreams are random and quite psychedelic ... probably best kept to myself ....

[rovingjack]

I'm going to step in here and ask for sme clearifucation on the use of the term "mesmerist". A mesmerist and a hypnotist are two very, very different things. In strict layman's terms a hypnotist is using genuine psychological techniques to calm a patient in order to overcome a psychological issue (to block pain, overcome addiction, remember something, unlock subconscious). What a mesmerist does is very different. Mesmerism is the transference of invisible magnetic fluid from the mesmerist to the patient. The patient could be suffering from physical, mental or emotional pain, and the treatment will either cause the patient to fall into a trance, or have a "crisis". While in a trance the patient cannot usually communicate at all, only to say they are not under deeply enough (I have only found fictional accounts to suggest the opposite is true).

In your dream, what was the role of the hypnotism/mesmerism? What actually happened?

Well that's sort of tricky, it's a dream, and the entities responsable for my dreams don't like having their creative visions dictated by the limits and boundries of the waking world. 

Basically the impression is one of somebody who by simply exerting his will can deposite the human psychological equivalent of a virus in the psyche of an individual.

He's not so much taking a guided tour through the subconcious with the person like a hypnotist might, and he can't read thoughts like a telepath, he doesn't need tools or equiptment of to be heard or seen. He just sort of spams the brain of his target with virus loaded packages. The virus' tend to be something that is some sort of obsession or phobia. In my case it was panic and shivering whimpering fear of water, in her case it was a feeling of being wrong when not near him.

I'm not sure if the fact that the viruses weakened when he was confronted by somebody who could work around then was due to the actual influance waning (which suggests a continued presence in a persons psyche over periods of time) or if it was due to the psyche boost of realising his fear of me empowered me and allowed me to see him and his influance as even weaker than I had first thought. Sort of like standing up to a bully you were afraid of only to realise the guy was all bark and no bit, even if he tries being a bully again you'll never really fear him like that again.

So I'd say the preformace of the act by the guy fit's very close to what you describe as mesmirism, but the influance itself suggest more of a post hypnotic suggestion, with perhaps a telepathic maintance factor or a general aura of reinforcing dominance.

So yeah I don't know that there is a term for it.

[darkshines]

That sounds very mesmeric, and in quite a villainistic way. I would suggest this symbolises a fear of inevitable control, something you know is going to happen, or already does happen, that prevents you from doing something that you love.

[Miss Monstreux]

@rovingjack Thanks for the interp on my dream, I think you hit the nail on the head.

[DrArclight]

Had a really weird dream last night.  Would almost call it a nightmare except it was less scare and more exhausting.  I dreamed I was being attacked by muppets and shadows.  Most of the muppets resembled goblins from Labyrinth, and the shadow things were just amorphous forms like balls and nets made of bead-like balls of shadows.  I never really got the impression they were trying to hurt me, just that they all wanted to touch me or be near me and I couldn't keep them off and it was hard to breathe.  The muppets finally got the message and sort of started clinging to each other until they built into a larger human form made up of a bunch of the little guys, then just stood there watching me, but the shadows wouldn't leave me alone.  I kept pulling them off and throwing them across the room and they kept coming back.  The bead-net shadow was the worst.  It was sticky and kinda hurt when I'd pull it off.  It always wanted to go for my neck and face, but never in a violent or intentionally harmful way.  I just got the impression that it thought I was different and wanted to touch me but didn't understand that it was hurting me.

Still, I woke up more mentally exhausted than I was when I went to bed.

[rovingjack]

Had a really weird dream last night.  Would almost call it a nightmare except it was less scare and more exhausting.  I dreamed I was being attacked by muppets and shadows.  Most of the muppets resembled goblins from Labyrinth, and the shadow things were just amorphous forms like balls and nets made of bead-like balls of shadows.  I never really got the impression they were trying to hurt me, just that they all wanted to touch me or be near me and I couldn't keep them off and it was hard to breathe.  The muppets finally got the message and sort of started clinging to each other until they built into a larger human form made up of a bunch of the little guys, then just stood there watching me, but the shadows wouldn't leave me alone.  I kept pulling them off and throwing them across the room and they kept coming back.  The bead-net shadow was the worst.  It was sticky and kinda hurt when I'd pull it off.  It always wanted to go for my neck and face, but never in a violent or intentionally harmful way.  I just got the impression that it thought I was different and wanted to touch me but didn't understand that it was hurting me.

Still, I woke up more mentally exhausted than I was when I went to bed.

The first thing that occurs to me is to ask if you have an abundance of pillows and sheets on your bed that you might be getting wrapped up in or smothered with. Outside stimulus can change the dream world. Also over plush pillow and shirts that you wear to bed could affect things.

If it's strictly metaphorical then I'd say your feel smothered by things that are not really threatening but sort of silly. As for the shadows, I'm a fan of Jungian psychology so my first thought on that score is secret, lies and suppressed impulses have not been given a safe and gradual outlet and are beginning to reach beyond your ability to control them.

[Corroded Alloy]

Some years ago I decided to chronicle all my dreams.  I planned to do this for about a year and ended up doing it for about two and a half years.  Last year I began having nightmares again and this seemed as good a reason as any to start keeping a record again.  This time I am only writing down those dreams that make a big impression on me.
The following is the second of two nightmares I had 1st October 2010.

I dreamed that I was driving a car with my wife Tracy and some other people.  I’m not sure who they were.  I think my wife’s brother’s girlfriend Stephanie was in the car.  We came across a factory that I knew. (I only knew it in the dream) I noticed that it was empty.  In the dream I had always wanted to go inside this factory to see what it was like.  Its now being empty or derelict presented the opportunity to go inside.  I got out of the car.  Nobody else wanted to come with me so I went in alone.  It seemed at first that getting in would be difficult but it turned out to be easy.  There was nothing stopping me.  I entered a large foyer with double doors ahead of me. In the foyer laying about the floor were what looked like dolls or mannequins.  There were maybe three of them.  They were all small children.  I went through the double doors and there were more “dolls” in the large corridor/room I had just entered.  I went though a few double doors and every time there were “dolls” and each time they looked more human.  They were pale as if the blood had been drained out of them.  At one set of double doors I experienced a resistance in opening the left door.  I discovered that this was because there was a dead baby sitting against it.  I began to feel an evil presence in the place.  I was confident at first that the evil couldn’t affect me, but the confidence began to disappear.  I prayed for protection against the evil and then I felt that I should get out.  I also had an impression of Kiera. (Kiera is my wife’s younger sister who passed away 3rd September 2010 aged 11 years old).   I didn’t go out the same way I came in, rather I manipulated the dream so that I was instantly outside the factory again.  When I looked back at the factory I could see a girl of roughly 16 years old standing at the big window that was at the front of the factory.  She seemed to be looking out.  Something I had done had resulted in her being there like that but I don’t know what.
We all got back into the car.  Stephanie had found a tortoise and was planning to eat it.  I was impressed at first and said that I wouldn’t know how to get it out of the shell.  Later I no longer liked the idea of eating the tortoise because it was panting with its tongue hanging out like a dog.  I asked how could you eat something that seems so friendly.
I woke up full of fear.

[VioletStarr]

I was a class to teach me how to help couples with relationship problems. The teacher was asking a question and i knew the answer, so i raised my hand and my leg i was so excited that i knew. The answer was love. I felt i had no right to help others given that my relationship was falling apart, but help i must. It was like that was what i was created for. And yet i understood what irony such a thing was.

 

I was walking out of the class and i seen Melissa Ferrick sitting in a cafe booth. I felt shy but i wanted to meet her. I wanted to go on a date with her. So i stopped and ask her if she would like to have dinner with me. She said yes and we were at a restaurant and there was no furniture. ( i have no couch in my house... i dont like furniture) They were bringing the food. We got comfortable on the cushions. she had brought food. she was a vegetarian. I felt bad that i did not know that about her and brought her here. She seem uncomfortable and mentioned the fact that there was no couch.

There was glitter on my socks. and i wondered if she found me to odd and strange. Part of me was scared she would reject me. But she was not being rude even though she was trying to adjust her cushions.

 

We left and it seemed to be hours latter and i see her again. she is with some friends talking. i want to ask her on another date. I waited a moment gathered courage and leaned over by her ear (she was sitting at an outside cafe) I said "you can pick the next place we go" she turned around and said "some place with furniture" i smiled and agreed to go someplace with furniture and she smiled back.

 

Then i was in a room they had one of my class mates from the relationship class. She was tied down and it was me. Her wings were out, they were beautiful. The people were going to kill her so they could use her to get to the next level of life or love or there relationship. i was unclear. only that i was a sacrifice. They had on matching black shirts and i knew them. on the back of the shirt in white writing it said "re_______" re something. it reminded me of the Shirts that they where at Will's (the place where my girlfriend at the time of the dream works) I knew that they were going to hurt me. They had to kill the person who was suppose to help them with there relationship.

 

I was willing. I felt like i understood what selflessness could be when it was love and not out of fear

I felt in the past i had given everything out of fear. and now i was willing to sacrifice myself out of love.

and i knew i would never be the same and i knew i would not survive in the form i was.

---
inside information my girlfriend had cheated on my and told me about 4 days before the dream.. we are no longer together now.

[Gerry Hunter]

a completely odd one:
I climbed off a school bus trying to avoid attention and bullying, so I took a route along the edge of the area I was in.

I decided to cut behind a MacDonald's between it's stone wall and the high brick wall that defined the edge of the zone -I think it was like the wall that marks the edge of all those video game cities- which was not even enough to call an alley. It was just wide enough that my shoulders had a hands breadth before contacting the walls.

About two thirds the way through a sound of commotion and a bright light hits me in the face. It was a confusing jumble before I noticed that I was surrounded by several other people and most of us look like we are still minors but just above the age of concent for the region I'm in. The people with the light seem to be Amish of all things  and they are herding us all into the back of a world war two canvas topped army truck.

I want to say I'm not with them and this is all a mistake, but I see that the others are paired off in same sex couples, and I realise why they are being rounded up, and it feels wrong to try and get out of our fate because I'm not one of them. It seems like saying that it's okay to do this to them, but not to me.

Next thing I remember is being herded into pews and forced to pray for days. Pray the gay out, we are not allowed any rest and no words but the prayers yelled from a pulpit are allowed. They simply bully us into endless tireless litanies, not listening to me say that the others have done nothing wrong.

I grow worried about what they would do to me if they learned that no amount of prayer will change me physically to match their strict gender ideas. Would they mutilate me or lock me up and force me to pray until I was "cured" or dead, I knew which was more likely.

Then finally we began to realise that they were gone and we were alone. But some of them had the look of those who are too scared to be themselves anymore.

As I get up several of us begin to file out, I comment "They can't do this." Nobody says anything. "No I mean it's illegal, It's abducting minors. How many of us were under age?" Some names are mentioned. "That's the first of many crimes. It's about to get very loud and very messy, like all the best things in life."

Some of them smiled at that, the idea dawning that this was something somebody else did wrong and not something they did.

I walked out the door into the tile stairwell of a new york brownstone apartment building thinking about how I was going to have to be the public face of this fight. Not only was I wrongly abducted, but my very being pokes holes in the idea of the binary system being forced on people. But it means I am in public, and there will be no peace.

Then when I get down to the ground floor it's an indoor playground with the same decor of the brownstone apartment style lobby. But there is a mentally challenged heavy set woman in a wheel chair stuck on a piece of playground equipment. I hurry over and help her get down to the rescuers waiting.

Everybody is paying attention to me and it feels very awkward. But I don't regret helping.

That's when I woke up.

[Arceye]

Few nights ago I dreamed that I weas driving a sporty bodied 'cut down' Rolls. It was definitely a Rolls, but had a smallish boatlike body, and lots and lots of dials on the dash.

The thing went like the clappers, despite clearly being neglected.

I often dream about another rather odd form of transport, where friction is not what it is in reality, and I spend my days sliding around on a sledge of some kind. The sporty car was a new one for me.

[Captain Lyerly]

I did not remember dreaming for years... I may not have dreamed. 

Lately, however, I have begun dreaming again.  I have a recurring dream of being back in the Navy due to some emergency.  A few nights ago I dreamed that I was returning from overseas, and was due to be mustered out - I was on a bus, but I had no idea where it was going until it was far past my destination.  I can read all sorts of things into that, but I am not sure it had any real meaning.


Cheers!

Chas.

[rovingjack]

had a dream where where an interesting food was made. It started with a mass of what I can only assume was chocolate pudding/custard skins (you know how they sometimes form on top, imagine collecting a bumch and forming a lump the size of a dinner roll) which is coated in a batter made of a dark chocolate cake mix with peppermint schnaups in it. Then the whole thing is deep fried in something that seemed like mint oil.

What came out was not unlike a fried dumpling but it mint chocolately.

I of course couldn't eat it, and the guy who prepared it asked me if it was because of a calm genital conditions, which puzzled me until I realised he meant congenital defect.

Then I woke up.

[Gerry Hunter]

Not sure what it means.

I was visiting some official govermental building, on what seemed to be official bussiness. There were maybe 35 of us in the section of the building and an open door behind us lead to an indoor athletic feild.

On the feild there was a practice session going on for the 'Footsies'. I gave the name after waking because it seemed to work.

They are a team of Football/soccer players that perform much like the Harlem Globe Trotters, only they are all fit young women in hot pants in bikini tops (goal keepers wear short cut off T-shirts).

At the time a terrorist threat was called in and we were hearded into another room with the Footsies while the building was searched. The business professionals with me were mixed. Many of the men were perving and many of the women were offended. It seemed to all stem from a perception that the Footsies were just cheap sluts and glorified strippers.

I got an idea and gestured toward one of the goalkeeps to come to me, admittedly my wicked grin probably played a part in her apprehension.

I whispered in her ear that I thought that it might be fun to show the people that they were really skilled at the game and with many complex stunts and tricks besides. Maybe they could play an ellaborate game of P.I.G. with members of the business professionals.

It was like burlesque with gymnastics and football/soccer. It didn't change that they guys were turned on or the women were being bothered by some aspects but it seemed to make it quite clear they were skilled athletes.

[DrArclight]

I had a rather interesting dream a few nights back.  For the first time my Dr. Arclight character's backstory bled over into my dreams.  I dreamed about a section of the story that I haven't written yet, but the scenery was absolutely, although there was one character that kept going "off script" and looked completely wrong.  My first thought on waking up was "That guy will never work for that part.  I have to talk to the casting department."  and then I woke up completely and thought "Casting department???  Where did that come from?"

[citizen_erased]

All I remember from my dream last night is that I was going through all of my earrings, and sorting out which ones I was keeping and which ones I was throwing out. Basically, I threw out all the ones I`d have worn several years ago. They were all brightly coloured star earrings.

..I probably should actually do this in real life as well XD

By the way, lately I`ve been dreaming about zombie apocalypses a lot. I think I need to discuss zombies a bit less with my friends at school 

[darkshines]

My dream last night was filthy and I couldn't possibly go into details, but I did wake up very happy......

[TVC15]

Can I trade dreams with you, darkshines?