You myoclonic jerk!

I call dibs on the cheating dream. Next…

I don’t remember most of my dreams. The ones I do ALL include being chased and sometimes bitten my a snake…the SAME snake…a HUGE water Moccasin…and they usually include different people from high school!

As I broke it down yesterday, I have many odd dreams. Some I am being chased by a man with a gun. (I always hide in the hamper).

I have a lot of dreams about tidal waves. Waves that over power. I MEAN HAAUGE one’s.

The oddest two lately have been dreaming I had mushrooms growing out of my face. It was as if I had gotten burned and when the skin peeled tiny thin mushrooms were growing out.

The one before that, I was being held captive and as a form of torture they supplied me with fried tampons. Yes. Fried.

Perhaps I should contact a therapist and not a dream coach…

Food for thought.

Recurring dream.

Nighttime. Being chased. I know the street, duck and hide. I think I have eluded the asshat and make my way to my car. The tires have been slashed. I run to another place, not afraid, because I have keys to a friend’s car. Asshat had already closed that option off, too. I start feeling desperate. My heart beats out of my chest, painfully so.

All of a sudden, I wish I could fly over the trees to safety…and some fucking way, I almost make it. About mid-flight, I come back down and have to run again.

This week i haven’t had any dreams that i remember. I know last week i had a dream a night about all the ex’s. Not so good nights of rest for me.

The ones I remember are all erotic. Most involve me being used sexually by The Hawaiian and another person, sometimes male, sometimes female. Nothing too outrageous there.

The recurring theme in my dreams is frustration, where nothing goes right and there isn’t anything I can do about it. On the rare occassion I have a sex dream, there’s always a lot of foreplay and I wake up before the finale. Without fail. I have NEVER actually had sex in a dream. Also, the sex dreams are always about either my husband, or Colin Farrell.

My dreams usually fit right in with my life. If I am really stressed and have a ton of things to get done I’ll have the Black Hole Dream. Floating in space and toward the black hole until I start to get Spaghettified (real term for what happens- it kills me.) and stretch into it until I wake up.
It’s never anything like, a polka dot butterfly with 8 wings lands on the east side of a map of Rancho Cucamonga, and it’s wearing my mothers favorite Holiday Hand Towel like a turban.
Actually - that kind of sounds like an acid trip…

I have a recurring dream.

I’m working my way through a wood with no paths. Occasionally I begin on a bicycle, other times I’m simply walking. I eventually come upon a stream too deep to cross. Sometimes I can ride my bike along narrow paths of branches criss-crossing the stream, others I can’t - but I always eventually end up abandoning the bicycle and finish the crossing on foot. As I make the last leap onto the opposite shore, I crash through a thin paper-like membrane, down into an enclosed depression, and land upon a soft mound of earth and leaves. As I stand, I accidentally crush a small red bird. Then I realize I’m surrounded by a rainbow of differently colored birds. I’m also aware I’m able to see what appears to be a door ahead, with a window. I then become aware I’m in an enclosed space. I make my way to the door, and see a woman on the other side. I ask her to release me, but she refuses, citing the death of the red bird as the reason. As I turn again to look at the bird, I see through a larger window I’d not previously noticed that several people - odd but alluring people, like the nymph-ish woman behind the door - are watching me through the glass, and I’m now the featured centerpiece of some sort of display in an underground marketplace or gathering place - like a mall of sorts. I generally wake up at this point, while I’m observing the faces of those who observe me.

Now - tell me how crazy I am. Have me committed. I could actually use the vacation.

I’m prescient. Honest.

I always have dreams, but every now and then… snippets of events that haven’t occurred YET. Which is why I’m worried about this recurring dream of mine getting shot in the throat in a fast food restaurant and dying. I’ll save you the details. Know that it’s intense and all senses come into play.

Actually, all my dreams are vivid and sensory-inclusive. Especially the sex ones. Damn shame none of those could manifest into reality.

Tossing and turning all night I finally drifted into a dream state, and now this is weird, but dreams are weird, I was trying to escape some kind of, I don’t know if it was a cult or what, a private village or something. I did finally escape about half way through, but not out of the barriers that enclose the place. The leaders were searching the place high and low for me. I’m the human sacrifice or something I don’t know, I didn’t ask them, but I rather had to put the pieces together of what the hell was going on. If I were to interpret it, it could be me trying to escape the prison in my mind, my life, or some kind of false subconscious prison? I woke up mid-way through, but when I finally fell back asleep, we’d just pick up where we left off in the dream, as if it was a movie. That often happens, I always go right back into the nightmare. James Cameron was asked where he gets his ideas from (Titanic, Terminator). He said, “When I’m asleep, in my dreams.” I did make it out of the barriers finally, and that’s when I woke up. Strange.

I rarely remember the good dreams, or the sex dreams, but nightmares are very vivid. Snakes tend to make random appearances in them. There was one where they were all around me attacking people, but not touching me I was walking through them. I asked a friend of mine what that meant, he said, “a snake means someone is jealous of you.” I’m all, “who is? And Why?”

A recent dream:
There was some emergency, what was unknown, but the U.S. was devolving into chaos. I got a call from a friend of mine at CSUF who was stuck at the Daily Titan because someone had slashed her tires and she needed a ride to evac. I was at home collecting my survivalist gear when she called, so I went to pick her up. I pulled into the College Park Building parking lot and parked near the back door of the building. As I got out, I heard screams and fighting, so I got my .22 out of the car and went, stealthily, into the building. When I got to the security desk, I saw a couple of guys trying to rape her behind the desk, and she was fighting them. I stepped around the corner and capped one of them with a head shot, then turned to the other and said, “This looks like fun. Can I play, too?” He looked at the muzzle of the gun and stammered, “Yeah. Sure.” I said, “Good. I’ll be on her side.” and popped him, too. As she gathered herself up, I policed my brass. Then I handed her the .22 with, “Safety’s off, 9 rounds left,” and pulled a .45 out of the back of my waist.
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We went out to my car and headed for the freeway. As I pulled onto the onramp, I saw a guy flagging me down. I stopped and he pointed a gun at me and told me to get out of the car. I said, “Don’t hurt me, please, I’m afraid of guns, it’s no problem, don’t shoot me, it’s no problem.” I opened the door and said, “Wait, let me get my seatbelt. It’s no problem.” When I reached down and unbuckled the seatbelt, I pulled the .22 from next to the seat. I started to get out of the car, with my hand behind my back (.22 in it) saying, “It’s no problem, it’s no problem.” As I stood up, I said, “There is one problem.” He said, belligerently, “What’s that?!” I pushed his gun aside, brought my own up to the middle of his chest and said, “I don’t respond well to threats.” Then I put a round through his heart, took his gun, policed my brass, got back into the car and we took off.
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I thought it was odd that, in the midst of all this chaos, I MADE A POINT of collecting my shell casings.

Oh, I have space saga dreams, too… and not all of my dreams make sense. There have been some that… well, I won’t get into that!

I have a lot of sleep problems myself. Hypersomnia, and central apnia are the two biggest sleep problems. But as far as dreams go, I have a lot of dreams, where I am killed violently. I am shot multiple times by someone I don’t know who has a big gun pointed right at me. And the weird part is, I actually feel pain in my dreams. I lay there, after I am shot, bleeding to death, in a lot of pain, until I slowly bleed to death. Well, there are also a few lucky times, where I am shot square in the head, and die right away. Either way, these dreams scare me, a lot! I do also have those falling dreams, but I don’t wake up, until after I hit the ground. I see myself die in my dreams often. I am almost used to it by now, but it still wake up in a cold sweat. I just want some peaceful restful sleep!!