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 Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:10 pm
DREAMS! Most people have them. Some people remember them, and some people don't.
This thread is to share your dreams! No matter how cracked out they might be. Gods know that I have many, many dreams that are beyond weird, even for dreams.
Also, I suggest censoring naughty words, phrases, and scenes with something comedic that still gets the point across. =3
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 7:22 pm
The first truly bizarre dream that I can think of that I've ever had included Santa Claus. Keep in mind that I was in mid- to late-grade school at this point.
The dream began with my climbing out of a car and stepping onto a driveway. Santa and Mrs Claus also exited the car. They climbed the steps of the porch to the house that actually belongs to my neighbour IRL, with my house IRL next door. I wasn't too pleased about being with them, because I wanted to go home. I followed them up the porch steps, but when they entered the house I didn't follow. They both turned to stare/glare at me. Mrs Claus told me to get in the house. I told her no, I wanted to go home. Then Santa demanded that I get in the house, and I told him that, no, I wanted to go home. They're both really peeved at this point, and Santa tells me that if I don't get my butt in the house, he's going to call the police. I tell him fine, call the police, I'm going home. So Santa and his wife go in the house, and I walk down the steps of the porch. Instead of actually going into my house, which was right there, I climbed into the back seat of the red car that my mother owned at the time. I'd only been in the back seat for a few minutes when two male police officers materialize in the front seat. The one on the driver's side starts the car, and pulls out of the driveway. He then continues to drive down the street, and then turns at the corner. As he drove, I kept asking them where they were taking me, and where we were going. I told them that I wanted to go home, but they said nothing and never moved. In the dream, I started to cry. And then I woke up.
And everyone thinks Santa's a nice guy. Pfft.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 9:52 pm
She looks like Aphrodite,
.....
Well,
the only dream I can think of off the top of my head was really quite traumatising. I believe it was back when i was a freshman in highschool.
In my dream everything was pitch black, the only thing I cold see was light coming in from what looked like a door opening. Something was attacking me and was screaming for help. I saw my mom walk passed the 'door', but she didn't help. No one did.
Back when I had that dream I was kind of a loner and didn't really know or want to know anyone. I think it was my subconscious telling me that if I didn't start being more social then I was going to end up being alone in the end.
.....
But she's not the Goddess of love.
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Posted: Wed Jul 23, 2008 2:35 pm
I had a dream this morning...
One of my co-workers turned into a litter of kittens...
25 of them, to be exact...
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 8:19 pm
And then this morning I dreamed I was dating Edward Cullen... and we went furniture shopping and I somehow ended up being romantically linked to a guy that looked like my hubby's friend Kurt (My mind's version of Jacob Black?) and I kicked his a** to the curb and begged Edward to take me back.
And to think I'm doing reading anything Twilight related until Breaking Dawn arrives!
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 7:03 pm
I had a dream once where my grandmother owned an amusement park. I met up with this really hot guy while at said park, and as we were doing the nasty he turned into a centaur. Thank goodness he was already on top at that point?
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 7:58 pm
Random question: what do u guys do to help prevent nightmares??? Cause a lot of my dreams lately have been nightmares and they're all about loosing everyone I love and having to watch them die, especially my mom and dad [who are both already deceased]. HELP!!!
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 8:31 pm
Personally, I keep a dream catcher in my bedroom and in my living room (in case I nap on the couch). They're supposed to filter dreams and prevent nightmares. Of course, with this type of thing you actually have to have some semblance of belief in their abilities, which I do. I think that is why they work for me.
And I know the feeling of having dreams like that. I had one about my grandpa before he died. It wasn't out right him dying, but it was him telling me he wasn't going to be around for my wedding (which is in two years) and then two days later he died. I was pretty freaked out.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 9:09 pm
I too have a dream catcher in my room above my bed. I also keep the pentagram that I wear daily near my bed, so it's kind of like extra protection. But, as Solar said, since I have a strong belief in both they work for me.
You could try a 'spell' for good dreams, if you're willing to try it. If you like, I could look for one for you. Wherever my stupid book went... >< I need to find it. My boyfriend, Rester, and I were talking about spells and such last night.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 11:15 pm
Thanks Guys! I think I'm gonna try both. I am going to buy a dream catcher (i too believe in their abilities) but I would actually appreciate it you could give me a spell for dreams. I would do one now but all of my books are packed because I am in the process of moving in a new house. I really appreciate your help, you have no idea how much. Thank guys!!
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 12:49 pm
No problem! Always glad to be of service!
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:09 pm
Yay! I shall go look up spells for dreams, now. =3 I'll avoid the... darker book that I have, as I can hardly touch the damn thing without getting the willies.
EDIT:: Here's one from my Spell-a-Day Almanac from 2003.Quote: Sweet Dreams SpellTo enhance peaceful dreams, make a blend of equal parts rose petals, lavender flowers, rosemary, and lemon balm. Store the mixture in a sealed plastic bag for three days to allow the scents to mingle. Scoop one-half cup of the mixture into the center of a pretty square handkerchief or clean cloth napkin. Gather the corners and tie it with a sky-blue ribbon. As you tie up the sachet, say: Herbs and blossoms
bring me delight,
Sweeten my dreams
with deeper insight. Tuck the sachet into your pillowcase. You can make a few extras for your restless friends.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 7:50 am
Finally had a dream to share (I don't dream much)
So, for some reason, me and about five of my friends were all pregnant and due at the same time. I gave birth at home painlessly (and almost didn't notice). Despite being a newborn, the kid (a boy I think) was motoring around the house like a 2 year old and was very hard to keep track of.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 6:51 pm
I only really remember dreams when I wake up partway through them. D<
Once, I had a dream with Belle from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. For some reason, she was in a dingy-a** bar. These weird creeps were hitting on her, and she left the counter to go into this other room. Except this other room was really just this weird spinning tube, and she couldn't get out because the door shut and locked behind her. Then the weird creeps from the bar showed up, and started attacking/molesting her.
That's one of the more mediocre dreams I've had.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:45 am
I never remembered my dreams before I came to America. Here though, I've had some of the weirdest ever.
Last night I dreamt that in my church if you pulled a candle stick, it lead to a passageway that lead to a Satanic church. I found it, and then I was in a garden near the entrance of the bad church looking at stone pillars. My pasotr and future mother in law came up to me with a tea cup and said she wanted to test me for some kind of powers. Then she gave me the cup and asked me when i drink (like liquor) what makes it more fun. I told her that it was more fun when my friends didn't get too drunk to have a good conversation. Then she said something else and the door to the church opened up. I had apparently been waiting to see what was inside, but as soon as I could se I woke up.
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