Once again I'm starting up a dream log! I had a helluva strange dream the other night, and it involved two girls that rejected me in different ways, but I don't remember how it went... :(

I don't remember any dreams last night. I think one of them was scary, though, because I remember waking up to atmospheric music in the middle of the night, and that never normally happens.

I dreamed I grew carrots.  I can remember the flavor of them, too.  They were delicious.

One of the things I didn't mention is that I have quite a lot of dreams just before I wake up, just as vivid life is back in perspective.

And this morning, like most mornings, I dreamt that I was lying in the arms of the one I love. How I wish it could be so..

I think I also dreamt that I died. I can't remember much after that...

If i tried to describe my dreams to y'all I think I'd be crazy cause they make no sense at all.

I'll say one when I can remember the next fresh

Believe me, no dream could surprise me. I've had some incredibly weird dreams in my time, including: dog-shaped draught excluders chasing me around a burning house; looking over a hill with the rest of my PE class and seeing "Oliver Twist" printed on the side of a Victorian building and a 20 foot long tapeworm with spikes lying dead in the street next to it... and many other jolly adventures mixed amongst all the typical teenage dreams of having lots of sex with lots of people.

Most of my dreams are very bizarre and I don't often remember them.

I have dreamt the usually teeth getting knocked out thing. I also dreamed that I was a child and this bully was chasing me around the block because I accidentally knocked down his dads garden wall. He caught me in the end and instead of beating me up, he got a piece of paper out and it said "I am a . . . " It featured a list of derogatory terms and he told me to sign the bottom and then he walked off.

I have alot of premonition dreams, but they are usually so filled with things symbolizing other things that it takes me awhile to figure them out.  If I remember them at all.

:DSometimes when i dream I realize i'm dreaming,then i supposedly wake up,but i find out later that was a dream,too!Cheers!

I had an odd dream last night:
I was standing in what looked like a very long, thin orchard, with a riverbank to the right of me and a stone wall up to about my waist to the left of me.
Suddenly a huge tour bus appears on the horizon and as the driver sees me, he speeds up! I ran towards the river to get out of his way, but he swerved and came after me, so I ran towards the wall and stood on top of it, so he rammed it, making me jump off and run towards the river again...
This went on for quite some time until the bus stopped and the driver got out.
"What the hell kind of driving was that?!" I roared, legitimately.
"I'm going to sue you for £150 for damage to the bus, and for £250 for psychological damage to the passengers!"
"Oh, but how shall I survive?!" I cried. "I only have about £300 in my account!"
My mother appeared from nowhere.
"Don't worry, Emily- you can pay for a quarter of it and I'll pay the rest."
"Okay," I replied.
"We may not even have to- you know how the bus driver has a little boy and a girl?"
"Yes," I said (how could I possibly know this?!)
"Perhaps we could prove that he's been abusing them, then we'd probably be let off."

So I went into a stone-walled room (rather like in the monastery in Wizardry 8, actually) and there was what looked like one of those awful raised flowerbeds with a low stone wall around it, but there weren't any flowers in it. I burrowed into it until I had a nice, deep hole that I could stand in with just my head sticking out. (Difficult really, considering the flowerbed only came up to my waist. I suppose there was a hole in the floor that it had been built around or something.)
And I stood there for ages and the bus driver didn't turn up, so I clambered out of my hole. Damn, thought I.
But these thoughts were soon replaced with joy as Kris Marshall, Ewan McGregor and Justin Timberlake fell from the ceiling and the dream kind of descended into porn from them on.

The first dream I could remember the whole of in a very long time!

My dream:

I was in a beautiful field, on a bridge. One side of the bridge was an orchard and the other side was a cottage and a school. The school's name was "Apple Orchard High School". Next to the school were children and I heard sobs. I looked (somehow i could see) at them; they were crying. There was a coffin, and I ran to them. One of the children asked me what the name of the dead person was.
"Nicolaina," I said (but how did I know her name.)
Then suddenly a voice said "Pay them your little baby" and I didn't know I had a baby...but I produced a baby from my pocket who was squealing and passed it to them. Nicolaina came alive and killed me. Then I died and they lowered me. But in another version, I went into the cottage after the Nicolaina stage and got a rope. Also, I got a whisky and splashed it over my butt which seemed to refresh me. Then i attached the rope onto a book from the school and threw the book into the coffin, which stopped Nicolaina from coming back.


Sometimes I revisit the dream and decide to explore the Orchard.
Boy, are those apples tasty.

There is a place called Strawberry Orchard. I know, Strawberries don't grow on trees, but it's a massive field of strawberries that is scattered with trees. That is why they call it Strawberry Orchard. I love to visit there each holiday, it is the nicest place to collect your juiciest hand-picked strawberries. Also you get the most beautiful sun there. And down the far end is a river with lots of floating strawberries washed from the field. I pick up the strawberries from there. I jump over the river sometimes. Then I can go to my boyfriend's house, in a tiny little cottage. This is next to a playarea.

Blimey! Two orchard dreams in a row. I wonder if orchards have some significance. :o

Hand on heart, I cannot remember anything of my dreams...never have done...

Once again I'm starting up a dream log! I had a helluva strange dream the other night, and it involved two girls that rejected me in different ways, but I don't remember how it went... :(


My commiserations Neo.  When I was younger I had no need to 'dream' such things, they were reality  ::)  Oh for them to have only been dreams  :P

The older I get the stranger my dreams get. I lie in bed and try to recall them, but although I can recall the basic images, they are so bizarre that I am unable to put them into words or even thoughts... :o

The older I get the stranger my dreams get. I lie in bed and try to recall them, but although I can recall the basic images, they are so bizarre that I am unable to put them into words or even thoughts... :o


It's funny you say that because that's exactly what happens with me.  :o

OK, Orchard Dream #2:

Back in the orchard. I walk into the little orchard and pick an apple. A camera spots me and starts to yell, "Don't pick the apples! Thems mine!". I stare at the camera and stick a lump of chewing gum over the lens. Then it squeals and ninja-cameras suddenly attack me. I get through them, eat the apple, and find a worm. I start to scream, and it says "Phew, free at last." I wake up in fits of laughter and then scream in agony; because I was sitting on a broken watch. Then I wake up, and that's it...

Maybe orchards have some significance for you. Try www.dreammoods.com/dreamdictionary for more information.