Dream team*
Let’s talk about dreams, shall we?
Hey, where are you going?
Look, I know hearing about other people’s dreams is boring, and dumb, and lame. See also: BORING, I SAID.
But I know you’ve had really weird dreams, right? And I just want you to share them with me.
DO IT.
C’mon. Tell me about the weirdest, most vivid, scariest or Best Evah dream you’ve had (it can be more than one). I’m totally interested. Really.
I’ll go first.
My worst dream: When I was shot in the stomach and I stood in the middle of a grassy field, dying, trying to hold my slippery intestines from spooling onto the grass.
Weirdest: When I was called into the principal’s office to be informed that Cher was my mother.
Most vivid: The one I had last night, where I was being attacked by a giant black rat. It was horrifying: black, rabid, with sharp, pointy teeth and – oh, did I mention it was a stuffed rat? As in a plush toy? No? Well, screw you; it was still terrifying.
Best: The one where I figured out I could fly. I happened to be inside a movie theater.
Your turn!
(* One of my favorite movies – I love me some Michael Keaton.)
I had two recurring dreams when I was like 7 or 8 years old. One was that one of my father’s employees at his office was stabbing him in the stomach with a very sharp pencil. I can still remember the feeling of standing in his office, watching. And the other was that I was walking down the hall past my house’s front door, glanced out the window, and saw a scary man hiding in the bushes. I remember that feeling of fear too. I haven’t had those dreams in years and years.
Comment by Jess — March 28, 2008 @ 8:29 am
most vivid was also probably my most scary, AND the first dream i can remember, from when i was about 3 or 4: i had a little pet dragon, like the size of a largeish squirrel, with a remote to keep it under control. even though it was a “real” dragon, not robotic. so one day i was down in the basement playing w/my baby dragon, and my dad was doing laundry. there was a new, big red ominous button on the laundry machine, and when my dad pushed it, the dragon instantly grew up to a Full Sized Scary Fire Breathing Dragon, trapping my dad between it and the stairs. i ran upstairs to get my mom, who refused to believe my story until a patch of kitchen floor turned black.. from firey dragon breath below. my mom grabbed me and sprinted out of the house, with me wailing “what about dad?” she responded that “he can take care of himself,” and sped away. moments later we went beneath an underpass that i realized wasn’t usually there; i looked up and it was the legs of the dragon, who had grown like 100x in size once again. it was pretty apparent to my wee little self what had happened to my dad, at that point…
Comment by Alice — March 28, 2008 @ 8:48 am
oh! and weirdest: the time i agreed to marry ray charles even though he was like 90, because i admired him so much as a musician.
Comment by Alice — March 28, 2008 @ 8:50 am
Most vivid: I went to sleep the night of Bush’s first election practically distraut. That night I had a dream that all of my teeth were falling out and I had to spit out large handfulls of teeth over and over and over. Makes my teeth hurt right now just thinking about it.
Shauna: What did plushy’s ever do to you?
Comment by Emily — March 28, 2008 @ 9:18 am
Oh Shauna—if I told you some of my pregnancy dreams they would scar your for life. Serious crazy EXPLICIT hallucinations that seem soooo real when I wake up.
My most recurrent dream: Jumping from the top of the flight of stairs in my old catholic school, feeling out of control and falling. I’ve had this one since I was about 6.
Comment by Saly — March 28, 2008 @ 9:32 am
Just last night I woke up SOBBING because I dreamt my sister and her new baby were killed in a car accident and nothing I did could console my father.
TERRIBLE. God, I still feel weird and sad and strange. Bah.
Favorite Dream: A dear, dear high school friend of mine who had recently died of cancer came back to visit. He showed me how to morph into walls and watch things and how to fly. The colors were totally intense, and I was so happy to see my friend again.
Comment by Artemisia — March 28, 2008 @ 10:05 am
P.S. How interesting that you remember the contrasting textures of slimy intestines and a grassy field. Oh, don’t you wish you could forget that kind of stuff?
Comment by Artemisia — March 28, 2008 @ 10:06 am
Worst and most vivid: When I was about12 I dreamt my mom died. I remember with clarity walking back into her bedroom with a dreadful, sinking feeling. She was in bed, completely covered up, and when I pulled back the blanket she was only a skeleton. I woke up crying and ran back to her bedroom, and the CREEPIEST thing is that she was all covered up, and I had to pull back the blanket, and of course the way the moonlight hit her face for a second I thought she WAS DEAD and I screamed and woke her and it was a whole big thing.
Then, and I’m not kidding about this, she died shortly after in a car accident. I know I’m terrible for bringing down your lightheaded dream question, but you did ask, right?
Comment by amber — March 28, 2008 @ 11:02 am
Amber,
That is such a scary dream, and even more scary that your mom passed away so soon afterwards. I’m sorry.
Comment by Shauna — March 28, 2008 @ 11:34 am
I used to have the same recurring dream about Peter Pan and Captain Hook when I was little. I would wake up, open my eyes and Captain Hook would be floating in the corner of my room.
I also used to have the same recurring dream where I was with Luke Skywalker and we were running through an endlessly enormous mansion from the Stormtroopers.
Comment by Shelly — March 28, 2008 @ 12:13 pm
I wish my dreams were as exciting as yours. I never remember them.
Comment by slynnro — March 28, 2008 @ 2:35 pm
When I was about 3 or 4 I had this dream that was like the drunk Dumbo’s hallucinations in the movie. Except I was sitting on the toilet so I couldn’t get away, the toilet was in the middle of total blackness and out of the blackness kept appearing these weird monsters and witches and stuff.
When I was a teenager, I had this dream about making out with an Amish boy on these really big courthouse steps.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I dreamt that I went into his (it was a boy) room to get him and he was this giant 6-foot tall baby. Proportioned like a baby, but the size of a man. And he walked like a zombie and had a full vocabulary.
Comment by JMC — March 29, 2008 @ 11:57 am
Oh, very cool!!
Comment by Rhea — March 30, 2008 @ 9:25 am
I have prophetic dreams, but unfortunately they’re about death. The first one was the freakiest, as I dreamt that 3 people came to me and basically “summoned” me to come and pray for my mom’s best friend Joy, who (in real life) was only in her 40’s. When they brought me to her, I laid my hands on her stomach and prayed. After waking up, I told my mom about the dream b/c it just felt weird, not like a normal dream. She said she hadn’t talked to Joy in awhile but would call her.
Long story short, we found out that night that Joy was dying of ovarian cancer (stomach area?) and that she wasn’t planning on telling anyone. She died 2 weeks later. She was completely healthy prior to our knowledge of this/ aka no reason for the dream.
I’ve had 2 more since then.
Comment by cheri — March 31, 2008 @ 2:39 am