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Sort of getting a chuckle here..we are all going to be excited sleeping tonight....all good tho   Well, you could dream of me in a clown suit as Homey the clown...Saying to you....I Don't Think So.... AWWW thanks alot if you look at the face of the clown... he's got sad.. eyes and fake smile..like he has to peee.... 
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Girls and chocolate girls and chocolate some would say i have only 2 interests girls and chocoalate now how can that be bad? my dreams are always fun at least! Anna x 
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Yea Up2Us, he picked me up and had a piggy in a blanket  Totally different dream dude, the Missy Piggy date from heII was years ago. The BlackBerry thing was last Wednesday. And I think everyone's had their heart broken. That's life. |
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Edited by
Up2Us
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Mon 11/23/09 07:24 PM
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Yea Up2Us, he picked me up and had a piggy in a blanket Did someone consume you emotionally/broke your heart in the past. Did it effect the relationship, or communication with people around you? Totally different dream dude, the Missy Piggy date from heII was years ago. The BlackBerry thing was last Wednesday. And I think everyone's had their heart broken. That's life. Well, hey it is what it is..... Ms. Piggy was not in control....
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Nope, but who wants control all the time? Admitedly I wouldn't wanna be eaten on my next date (no dirty joke intended) but being in the passenger seat sometimes provides some sort of bliss.
Then again being the dictator of your own little world isn't so bad
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A few nights ago I had a horrible nightmare. In it, I was not myself, I was someone else. There were other people, and we were a family, but it wasn't people that are in my family. Nonetheless, I felt assured that these were my family members, and I was comfortable with them. The house we were in was foreign, a house I had never before been in, but it felt familiar at the same time.
Abruptly, the room we were in was filled with these semi transluscent golden worms. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them. The squirmed toward anything that was alive. They could pass through solid objects, they could enter people and do something to them, but I did not know what. In the next image, I was hiding in a bathtub. The next saw me driving a small vehicle that was like a centipede on wheels down a nearly vacant street in a town neighboring the one I grew up in. Everywhere, there was chaos. People were having their homes invaded by the worms. It reminded me of a recurring apocalyptic dream I used to have in which everyone in the world had become zombies, although I still didn't perceive that I was dreaming. In the last image I recall vividly, I came to a plaza area parking lot in which the worms had actually possessed people---or maybe they had become people---and I saw a police officer viciously shoot down one such person. I remember feeling reassured that these worm things could be killed, but all that changed when I saw thousands of these golden worms moving through the air. And I knew they were all after me. It was then that I woke up. |
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Edited by
Up2Us
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A few nights ago I had a horrible nightmare. In it, I was not myself, I was someone else. There were other people, and we were a family, but it wasn't people that are in my family. Nonetheless, I felt assured that these were my family members, and I was comfortable with them. The house we were in was foreign, a house I had never before been in, but it felt familiar at the same time. Abruptly, the room we were in was filled with these semi transluscent golden worms. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them. The squirmed toward anything that was alive. They could pass through solid objects, they could enter people and do something to them, but I did not know what. In the next image, I was hiding in a bathtub. The next saw me driving a small vehicle that was like a centipede on wheels down a nearly vacant street in a town neighboring the one I grew up in. Everywhere, there was chaos. People were having their homes invaded by the worms. It reminded me of a recurring apocalyptic dream I used to have in which everyone in the world had become zombies, although I still didn't perceive that I was dreaming. In the last image I recall vividly, I came to a plaza area parking lot in which the worms had actually possessed people---or maybe they had become people---and I saw a police officer viciously shoot down one such person. I remember feeling reassured that these worm things could be killed, but all that changed when I saw thousands of these golden worms moving through the air. And I knew they were all after me. It was then that I woke up.
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Most of my dreams are strange, surreal, hard to describe. Some are just plain silly.
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Most of my dreams are strange, surreal, hard to describe. Some are just plain silly. |
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A few nights ago I had a horrible nightmare. In it, I was not myself, I was someone else. There were other people, and we were a family, but it wasn't people that are in my family. Nonetheless, I felt assured that these were my family members, and I was comfortable with them. The house we were in was foreign, a house I had never before been in, but it felt familiar at the same time. Abruptly, the room we were in was filled with these semi transluscent golden worms. Dozens, maybe hundreds of them. The squirmed toward anything that was alive. They could pass through solid objects, they could enter people and do something to them, but I did not know what. In the next image, I was hiding in a bathtub. The next saw me driving a small vehicle that was like a centipede on wheels down a nearly vacant street in a town neighboring the one I grew up in. Everywhere, there was chaos. People were having their homes invaded by the worms. It reminded me of a recurring apocalyptic dream I used to have in which everyone in the world had become zombies, although I still didn't perceive that I was dreaming. In the last image I recall vividly, I came to a plaza area parking lot in which the worms had actually possessed people---or maybe they had become people---and I saw a police officer viciously shoot down one such person. I remember feeling reassured that these worm things could be killed, but all that changed when I saw thousands of these golden worms moving through the air. And I knew they were all after me. It was then that I woke up. Recurring themes in dreams usually represent especially persistent problems. That is why they recur. The worms in the dream, in this context, would represent the same thing that the zombies in previous dreams indicate. This problem would seem to have persisted for years, although it's likely not that urgent, given the fact that I don't dream the theme regularly (just once every so often). Perhaps it is a reflection of an invading force in my life, although one that I cannot pinpoint... |
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I dream nightly and remember most of them, I also dream in color. Last nights dream included a picnic. I'd really like to know where the whole color vs no color came from. I dream in color too, and every single person I know dreams in color. I know we aren't all that special! I also dream in color, unless I forget my crayons...lol |
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I always dream in color..there was a time I didn't realize some didn't. I have fantastic, exciting , fun, wild dreams always. I study and practice lucid dreaming, so I can make anything I want to happen in my dreams.
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Edited by
sweetsimplesassy
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Sun 11/29/09 01:21 AM
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I notice when I dream I may dream random different things, but if I wake and go back to sleep, I continue on with the same dream...isnt that weird?
I have also dreamt that I have dreamt a dream...and when I wake up its so weird feeling..like did it really happen or did I dream it? Pretty much all my dreams 99.8% revolve around my grandmas house and where I grew up, whether its a good dream or not |
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What do you, or have you DREAMED about.......??? Most if any I really don't remember.   I do, on occasion remember a few... I haven't had a dream that I can remember in over 20 years. I know that I DO dream because all of my ex g/fs tell me I move around a lot and mumble in my sleep. As far as actually remembering them....not a chance. Quite irritating when a g/f asks what I dreamed about and then doesn't believe me when I say that I can't remember. |
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