Things you learned in your dreams last night

[llewtrah]

I have been assigned a dog to train and enrolled a training school where I will live with this dog. There are various dogs there, but mine is wither an Alsatian (old name for shorthair GSD over here) or one of the Belgian sheepdog types. It is scary and vicious, but will sleep on my bed with its teeth scarily close to my face and whenever I try to move/escape it will savage my arm. When I finally escape from my bedroom, but wrapping the duvet round my arm so it can't bite too deeply, I will be told I am a useless dog trainer. The dog, which is called "Diesel", will escape and kill someone's pet rabbit or cat. The guy in charge of the dog-training boarding school will turn the dog into a well-trained animal within a few days, but it will only obey him.

Strangely I haven't watched Dog Borstal for over a year.

I think Destructor Kitty must have been trying to wake me up by snuffling my face then biting my arm (she just grips it), but I was too tired to actually wake up and simply incorporated her breath and bites into my dream.

[llewtrah]

After the last episode of Dr Who I had nightmares!

I am going to effortlessly nip back to the 1980s to pick up a book by a novelist called Pam Haymer from a bookshop. It seems she's really popular back in the 1980s according to the bookshop assistant, but I know that Haymer is destined to be forgotten in the dream-present so I want to buy a lot of her novels and take them back with me. I will have to pay in cash since this is the past, but all my coins were minted post-1988 and the designs look different to 1980s coinage. So I will nip back to the dream-present to rejoin some flatmates instead.

While I've been browsing books in the 1980s, one of my flatmates (it seems we are all in our mid-twenties) had been imprisoned in a concrete bunker also in the 1980s and he'd been interrogated by an android like that from Dr Who. My intrepid flatmates and I will foolishly look for the now sealed concrete bunker and break into it using a blow-torch. Having declared it safe, there will be an ominous red glow as the dormant android comes to life.

This will result in the usual running about one does in dreams where you never actually get anywhere as distances get longer or I get slower. I know I'll be safe if I catch a bus at the bus stop up the road from the bunker, but I can't seem to reach it and my flatmates will wave to me from an old London bus as they leave me behind!

Citalopram and Dr Who are a potent mix!!

[smittykins]

Several years ago, I dreamed that my husband(who passed in 2005)was actually still alive. I remember asking him, "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" Don't remember his answer, but at one point, he said that he was going to work, and I thought, "Well, they think you're dead too."

Another thing I learn on a fairly regular basis is that my apartment building--a former hospital that closed around 1986--has a secret entrance that leads to..a functioning hospital. And I can never remember how to get back to my apartment.

[Arriah]

Lions come in black. If a pair of them wander into your yard and you can't find out who they belong to, you can keep them and they behave basically like extra large dogs but scare the neighbors slightly more if they get loose.

[TallGeekyGirl]

Ash is meowing somewhere in the basement, but our basement is now a weird maze. Oh, wait, no it's not... our basement is actually the living room, and Ash has moved his food bowl in from the kitchen. Hmm, no, that's not it... Ash is playing with The Fishy for real in the waking world, and his meows have infiltrated my dreams.

[llewtrah]

When looking for a reclusive rock-star (this will somehow involve fleeing from zombies), he will be found holed up in a hotel room. Don't be surprised when his mother, who runs the hotel, gives you his room key and offers you a plastic bag and asks if you want to kill her son. The hotel room will be empty and you suspect there is a body stuffed up the chimney (the room has a nice fireplace), but you get the maintenance man to look up the chimney because you're scared of what you'll see.

And you can skateboard down flights of stairs effortlessly (while carrying heavy shopping bags) even if you've never been on a skateboard before.

[WildaBeast]

I'm back in college, and it's the night before freshman orientation (I guess I'm a freshman again). There isn't enough housing for everyone, so they have me sleeping in a tent in a parking lot. When I have to get up to pee I have to leave the tent and walk to a classroom building to use the men's room there. (Whenever I have to pee in real life while asleep it becomes part of my dream and I end up dreaming about looking for a toilet.) Also universities now have to post the name of the orgainzation that accredits them on the sign at the entrance to campus. My university is accredited by AAA. Their sign looks like those "AAA approved" signs you see on motels.

And then later, in a different dream...

If you ask him nicely, comedian Mike Birbiglia will come perform in your bedroom and stand at the foot of your bed with a microphone and tell jokes when you wake up. Except in my dream he doesn't look like himself; he wears glasses and looks a bit like Buddy Holly. And he keeps reminding me that I really should get up and get ready for work, which in fact really is what I should have been doing, as this morning I basically woke up, turned off my alarm, immediately went back to sleep and had that dream.

[Ryda Wong, EBfCo.]

I travel to an alternative Portland with some work folks. I say an alternative portland, because it's suddenly been dropped on some shore in the arctic, with steep cliffs and snow and sea ice.

There is a team of women and a team of men, and we're being housed reality show style. Suddenly, I realize I don't have to put up with that, because one of my old lovers, one of the few I actually loved, lives in Portland (which he really does) so I can stay with him.

It was a rather awesome dream and quite sweet and comforting.

Until, somehow, it shifted into a moving dream. sUgh. I hate those.

[NorthernLite]

When you are directing multiple lightning strikes to hit a mountain you should probably not be standing on said mountain.

[boogers]

I am a German citizen with an er, uh, questionable past. I am standing with another German of questionable ethics and I see a UFO. Or it might be a new weapon being tested by the air force, so I'd better get a picture.

After I take the picture my cell phone rings. Something yells in a strange language. It's the space alien!

I am, in spite of being German, very concerned about illegals from space invading the US, so I yell "This is America, idiot! We speak English here!"

Multiple ethnicity disorder...

[llewtrah]

I am lost in a rather nice woodland, but it's okay as Chakotay from Voyager is navigating us out to rendezvous with Capt Janeway. Except his tracking skills turn out to be lousy and all I have to do is follow a mesh fence along the edge of the woodand and we get to the main road.

Then I am in a hotel room with some women I seem to know and we are told to pack our overnight cases. We are issued with basic toiletries including soap that smells of cucumber but has been made from rendered down human bodies. Some very shouty Chinese soldiers arrive to take us to a prison camp. For some reason it is very important I pack all my unread books into my overnight case to take with me even though I know I am going to end up in the next batch of soap.

[TallGeekyGirl]

My mother's bedroom in the house a grew up in is a haven for all sorts of buggy, spidery things. In addition to normal roaches and spiders (some of which were pretty big, judging from the legs I saw), it houses these weird bugs that look like spiked hemispheres with jointed legs, and a really nasty thing that looked like a cross between a cockroach and a queen termite, about a foot long. Worse yet, dream-mom seemed to be a hoarder, so her room was filled with boxes and bags and garbage that makes it hard to get away when the roach-termite thing charges at you for spraying it with bug spray.

[Arriah]

Powdered cheese from Domino's delivery is the best fertilizer for cherry tomato plants.

[Bettie Page Turner]

That child disappeared into SOMEWHERE, and SOMETHING pulled that sheet under the bed. And nobody will wake up to help me.

[Errata]

You know you've played too much Diablo 3 when it shows up in a dream.

Apparently in real life the whole game is filmed in a tower, with each area a different floor. The real Diablo didn't appreciate how he was portrayed, so he came and knocked the tower down, but as long as you jump right before it hits the ground you'll be fine.

[llewtrah]

I am apparently going to be caught in a compromising position with a married colleague in a currently unoccupied side-office which, for some reason known only to dream logic, doubles up as a tack-room at a livery stables. In the dream, said colleague and I use the excuse of needing to work together in that room on our new product called the Groom-master.

[kjbrasda]

A friend of ours, his wife, and four kids are squatting in the back of a fancy museum. I don't know why nobody has noticed yet. And he likes to braid my hair. There was a really neat musical fountain (that I want IRL), but you shouldn't sit on them because they bend easily.

[Der Induktionator]

On the spaceship/station I work on, everybody is naked. It's warm and comfortable enough, who needs clothing? Encourages fitness too. (Important because your bones go soft, you know...)
We have to adopt special poses in video conferences.

We also employ a foley artist to make sound effects for things we do in every day work since most of the real sounds are pretty puny, and everything outside doesn't make any sound at all.

[Graeybeard]

Suspenders on my wife's nightgown don't work out and break very easily (too much stress in front according to her). And when they do break, it sounds like the typical bullet ricochet sound you hear in the movies.

[llewtrah]

I keep dreaming of being chased along a maze of corridors and up or down sets of stairs. Generally these are semi-derelict or parts of unfinished construction. This has been going on for several nights.

Last night I had to save my cats from an unknwn threat and I had to save a fluffy grey tabby called Anthea from bees or wasps. This little cat has appeared in several dreams over the years, so at some point I am expecting to be adopted by a small fluffy grey female cat whom I will name Anthea. I had recurring dreams of getting a mostly white kitten; eventually I was given an unwanted mostly white female cat whose name was "Kitten" (my "Kitty III") so I have no doubt fate has a fluffy grey tabby kitty in store for me!