NationStates Jolt Archive

Title is self explanatory, you post your dreams and then people can comment on them or whatever. The NS General rules apply here no trolling, flaming, being a doofus, etc. You know the drill.

I'll start off,

Last night I had a dream that I was standing in a field and there was a lone telephone pole some ways in front of me. As I began to make my way towards the pole the ground underneath me began to crumble. I then fell and landed in a giant lake, but instead of water there was mud all around me. When I tried to swim out hundreds of decaying corpses began to try to pull me under. The dream ended with me waking up; even though this sounds pretty horrific I woke up more confused than scared, thoughts?

From your dream i can predict what you did that day. 1.You had been in a field at some point. 2.You had been near or seen a telephone pole. 3.You were in an earthquake some time during the day. 4.You had a mud bath 5.you had watched something on tv about zombies . :D

From your dream i can predict what you did that day. 1.You had been in a field at some point. 2.You had been near or seen a telephone pole. 3.You were in an earthquake some time during the day. 4.You had a mud bath 5.you had watched something on tv about zombies . :D
:eek: you genious!

now do mine! i dreamed about cookies.

Correct, am I not? You will have to wait for tommorrow as I can't think of any dreams at the roly mo :(

Post Your Dreams
Mmmm.....Angelina Jolie..... ah right, not that kind. Ok sorry. :p

:eek: you genious!

now do mine! i dreamed about cookies.
1. At some point in the day you had seen or eaten cookies or seen someone eating cookies.

1. At some point in the day you had seen or eaten cookies or seen someone eating cookies.
*jaw drops*

wow. just... wow :p

*jaw drops*

wow. just... wow :p
Quite so PM, quite so.

Meh, I'll go ahead and toss myself into this one.

Last night:

I am on a hill. I look up to see a girl, around my age (20 years old) come down towards me holding a bow and arrow. She looks at me, almost pleadingly, and I look behind her to see an older lady (For some reason, I know she is her grandmother). She has an arrow jutting from her chest, and a look of pained innocence (as though she were a touch delirious fromb her wound). The girl gives me her bow and arrow to finish the job, but I'm having trouble doing this. I mean, I have to shoot this old lady...

I take aim and plunk another arrow into her chest, but she takes it and simply stands there, feeling the new arrow. I felt horrible, but most notably, extreme sadness, as the lady teetered to the side a bit, and simply walked closer to us, then torwards some bushes to the side.

The girl and I realize that neither of us can do this, so we begin to leave the hill, and leave the grandmother to die.

As I'm heading down the mountain with a depressing, heavy heart, I look back and see the sad-eyed, innocent grandmother kneel down. An injured kitten runs out from the underbrush and towards her, and te last I see of her is her petting the kitty, comforting and being comforted by it, as we left her to die.

I woke up from this dream feeling some incredible sadness. I'm talking, "feel like I want to cry like an 10-year old would cry" sadness.

Thoughts, or am I just loony?

When I was much younger I had a dream that there were cars on this giant interstate, and it was this huge collosal traffic jam. It was moving very slowly at first, and you couldn't see the end of the lines of cars, there were only lanes stretching as far as the eye could see. There was also no side of the road, just infinite numbers of lanes. So then we start to move a little more as traffic eases up and finally we come to the end. The road just... ends. It runs right off this giant cliff where you can't see the bottom, only swirling pink and blue mists. And all of the cars are driving off. My dad, who was driving our minivan, pulls a u-turn (suddenly there was room for that) and says, in an ominous voice that doesn't belong to him at all, "We'll go in a month." Being only about seven or eight years old at the time, that dream scared the crap out of me and for the next month or so I was convinced that it was a premonition that meant I was about to die. I'm still around, however, so I'm very grateful I'm NOT clairvoyant.

And here's one I've been having off and on for the past few weeks, three or four times so far:

There's a huge, grand, beautiful cathedral, and guests seated and bridesmaids dressed in gold and a groom and a preist. They're all waiting, and looking toward the door, at which point the bride enters. She's so beautiful, I can't even describe it. She's wearing the most wonderful dress I've ever seen, but there's a problem. It's jet black. And the bouquet flowers aren't pretty. They're rust-coloured and dead. And she's weeping silently as she walks down the aisle. I haven't seen her face, I just know she's weeping.

What does it mean? All I know is that she's definitely in mourning for her freedom, but I'm not seeing anyone and have no intention of becoming engaged at the moment, so I have no idea why I keep dreaming about that.

Last Saturday night I had an odd dream. In the dream I was lying in a field of ripe corn and was disturbed by the sound of a tractor harvesting the corn. I stood up to see the massive tractor roaring past me. Unlike a normal farm vehicle, this one was being pulled by a giant spider made entirely of flames that didn't burn the corn. The spider was as tall and wider than a city bus. When I looked up I saw that the tractor also was connected to a set of wires above the cornfield the same way that electric trains are connected to high-voltage electrical wires strung over the track. I was then awakened by my alarm clock.

<snip sad dream>
I've only ever woken up crying from two dreams. One was because I watched my mother die from some unknown agonising illness (in the dream) while I stod by, helpless. It all took place in some dingy hospital, with only a few people there to see her die, as if no-one cared. She was crying slightly in that brave defiance sort of way, making the feeling all the worse. Then, her last words, directed at me, we "You did this". Then she died.

The second dream that made me cry was a very strange one. Somehow, I managed to live an entire marriage with a woman I seemed to know and love so well - we met, got married, had children...then the children died, one by one, of various incurable diseases, all wasting away over years. Then, everyone we knew died gradually, until no-one but ourselves was left. Then we began to die, and as we both lay, sick in our marital bed of god knows how many years, we held hands and I helped her die before taking my own life. Very strange emotions over that one - sad but beautiful, and full of love. The emotions from both dreams - including the life-long love for my 'wife' - lasted for about 5 minutes after I woke up. It's almost the most intense set of emotions I have ever felt.

I have had a recurring dream ever since childhood (well - technically, stopped being a child 5 years ago and became a teenager - but it's continued)...

I'll be in some sort of haunted castle - you know the type; generic, with cold stone walls and floors, candlabra (sp?), cobwebs, turrets...think Translyvania or Dracula or the like...
Well - in this dream, I'm always running from something that I know is pursuing me - very teen horror style, with me throwing my head back over my shoulders to check how close the invisible demon is, and it's always dark - even though there are these lit candles...the shadows are intense.
I can never escape from this Castle, and it always ends with this creature catching me up - who invariably turns out to be a generic Halloween witch with the gnarled face and green hair. Nothing then happens in the dream - I've brought myself to a state of tension that I wake up.

Yet even now, and I'm 17, when I wake from this dream I'm still irrationally fearful and have to turn on the light to make sure there's nothing in the room with me.

Any thoughts?

I just had a wierd dream last night:
I was in a cafeteria in Heaven, sitting at a table with a lot of my friends from college. The floor was a black and white checkered marble and there was a window, beyond which were glowing white clouds.

Across the way, I could see flames rising up from the entrance to Hell. For some reason, Heaven and Hell were only separated thinly. (Maybe I was in Purgatory...) So, anyway, one of my friends, a brown-haired girl, mentioned that the "Mengels were in the 7th layer of Hell." When I heard this, I was sad, and I wished I could visit them to cheer them up. But I knew if anyone attempted to leave Heaven to visit Hell, he/she would have to stay in Hell.

Then, for some reason, I got up from the table and opened the window. I told a nice lady standing nearby to please hold the window open. At the time, I felt that I was like Jesus, opening the gates of Heaven, and the woman was the Holy Spirit, keeping the gates open.

I've had lots of dreams about being in Heaven, being at the Apocalypse, or talking directly with God. They've always made me feel wierd.

ok, last night's dream was as weird as usual:

some precursor stuff happened that i can't remember... something to do with being on a boat at sea looking for something. anyways, so i start in my friend's house which isn't exactly his place - its a shitload bigger and is kinda an amalgamation of rooms from other friends' houses. anyway, i'm asleep and i wake up in this bedroom, sleeping on the couch evidently after a party the night before. i can hear this awesome, heavy music coming through the floor and i assumed it was jimi, nick and jimi's girlfriend martha jamming or something. i went into the bathroom to have a shower but there was somebody sitting on the shitter with a newspaper, so apologise and try all the other bathrooms in the house (of which there were like 10; i keep dreaming of having a shower, too... is that weird or what? :confused: ). i think i eventually found an empty bathroom and had a shower. i stepped out and walked down the hall to where the music was coming from and to my suprise jimi's band was on this bigass stage with a massive audience in front of them! and martha was playing guitar, which i thought was odd cos she doesn't in RL...
jimi was asking about something between songs in the set, and it turned out to be he was annoyed cos he was rolling a proper fat spliff in the other room before they came on stage, and now its disappeared. they trooped off the stage in a huff and i think it was Coal Chamber (or a band that sounded like that) who came on next, but they had at least 7 band members, all of whom sang too. during their set jimi comes back on and interupts them to angrily ask where his spliff went - they all said they didn't know, but as soon as he'd left the stage this one dude in coal chamber admits, proudly, into the mic that he'd smoked it all :p

then some other shit happened and i woke up



i'm pretty sure the whole spliff thing is related to what happened while i was up in birmingham. jimi had this nice weed he was saving for both himself and special occasions. unfortunatley through the course of the week we smoked it all and he was pissed off that it was all gone. it wasn't fair but it was entirely unintentional, and not suprising when you're partying till dawn and beyond every morning with at least 5 other people and a hookah water pipe :rolleyes:
god that was a good week :D



I have had a recurring dream ever since childhood (well - technically, stopped being a child 5 years ago and became a teenager - but it's continued)...

I'll be in some sort of haunted castle - you know the type; generic, with cold stone walls and floors, candlabra (sp?), cobwebs, turrets...think Translyvania or Dracula or the like...
Well - in this dream, I'm always running from something that I know is pursuing me - very teen horror style, with me throwing my head back over my shoulders to check how close the invisible demon is, and it's always dark - even though there are these lit candles...the shadows are intense.
I can never escape from this Castle, and it always ends with this creature catching me up - who invariably turns out to be a generic Halloween witch with the gnarled face and green hair. Nothing then happens in the dream - I've brought myself to a state of tension that I wake up.

Yet even now, and I'm 17, when I wake from this dream I'm still irrationally fearful and have to turn on the light to make sure there's nothing in the room with me.

Any thoughts?
you still have that dream? woah....


i used to have a recurring dream like that till i was about 13 - running through this massive forest that went on forever, being chased by these floating boulders. yes, thats right, floating rocks. an odd choice to be scared of, but they just wouldn't relent. i don't think they ever did anything, but they hearded me through the forest by blocking paths and things. it was wierd...


then this other recurring dream i had was when this thing came into the house every night and killed my parents, and would turn on me just before i would wake up screaming. but i don't really want to go into that :(

I'm having some strange dreams at the moment. Last night I dreamt that someone is trying to kill me, I only remeber from this point on - I went outside to my car from my flat and someone had stuck a bunch of flowers through the Sun Roof - Roses. When I read the card it said "with sympathy" and to watch out!!?? Then strange things kept appearing in my house and in the dream I could feel people watching me then I heard 10 knocks on my front door and woke up out of the dream with a start!

2/3 weeks ago

My last dream i remembered

So im walking down the Street in a somewhat Drunken state its about 7:30 in the morning judging by the light.
And there are two guys walking in the same direction as me and then another guy wearing a Trench-Coat who is also drunk and quite possibly slightly retarded starts staggering across our path and looks like hes going to cross the road but he dosent....

He takes off his Trench-Coat and is naked.....

Thats not the worse part he starts servicing himself and begins to cross to the other side of the road and the other guys fall back from this wierdo but think i can make it and walk past him as i have a 7 meter gap between where he is now and where i am.

So i go for it and try and get past him on the inside but what does he do?....

The Blighty starts to walk back and im getting cornered hes cutting me off Arrgggh
Im getting trapped so i start to run but i cant my legs wont move and then hes within a meter of me and i woke up.

Thank God for that im sure i was just about to be Juiced.
*Shudders*

if i ever get the ending of that dream......


THANK GOD I DONT REMEBER MY DREAMS MORE OFTEN. :eek:

2/3 weeks ago

My last dream i remembered

So im walking down the Street in a somewhat Drunken state its about 7:30 in the morning judging by the light.
And there are two guys walking in the same direction as me and then another guy wearing a Trench-Coat who is also drunk and quite possibly slightly retarded starts staggering across our path and looks like hes going to cross the road but he dosent....

He takes off his Trench-Coat and is naked.....

Thats not the worse part he starts servicing himself and begins to cross to the other side of the road and the other guys fall back from this wierdo but think i can make it and walk past him as i have a 7 meter gap between where he is now and where i am.

So i go for it and try and get past him on the inside but what does he do?....

The Blighty starts to walk back and im getting cornered hes cutting me off Arrgggh
Im getting trapped so i start to run but i cant my legs wont move and then hes within a meter of me and i woke up.

Thank God for that im sure i was just about to be Juiced.
*Shudders*

if i ever get the ending of that dream......


THANK GOD I DONT REMEBER MY DREAMS MORE OFTEN. :eek:lmao.... too much porn for you, young man :p

Porn Not at all!

that is so Blah that its too wacky for porn its just darn right scary. :(

An old recurring dream i used to have was this one where the family is on a Horse and Cart being taken through a Victorian Period London and we were all kitted out in the wears of the day Stovetop hats etc.

Well i would fall off the back of the Coach and no matter how much i yelled they didnt notice i wasnt on it anymore and they were oblivious to the fact.
I tried to catch up but i couldnt.

I was all alone.

I wonder what it meant? :confused:

I've had a recurring dream for so long I've gotten familiar with it. I'm just plunked into some random alone place, like a space hulk or, y'know, some place like the set of an alien movie. I've had it so many times I just go
"Oh bloody hell" And start half heartedly running away. Inveitably the alien from the MOVIE alien starts chasing after, jumps, vision blacks out, I wake up later in the dream. Then I find some imaginative way to commit suicide before the chest busting sets in, caus thats nasty.
I KNOW what it means, IT MEANS I WATCHED THE MOVIE ALIEN AT AN IMPRESSIONABLE AGE OF 7!!!
I have a very active imagination :headbang:

Well, a dream I´ve had a couple of times is that a couple of bears come to my house. I see them ripping my dog apart in the yard, but no one closes the door for some reason. They then storm into the house, and I see my family being ripped apart and eaten by the bears, before I run upstairs. I then go into a closet, and puts a piece of paper, painted red, over the doorway (the door is open). The bears then come into the room, then look at the paper and drop dead. It doesn´t seem to be very normal.

Well, there's a couple I've had recently that I really managed to remember.

The first was about Benton Fraser and Ray Vecchio (the first one) of Due South fame having dinner in a restaurant. Ray was quite vehement about the fact that they were just two guys hanging out, while Fraser in a calm and reasonable voice explained that they were, in fact, on a date. Ray, however, claimed that this was in no way a date, which confused Fraser somewhat since their candlelit dinner had all the hallmarks of a romantic date, right?
I found this dream to be extremely funny, really.

The second dream that really stuck with me, played out in real life. Kind of. It was election day and I dutifully went to vote (I always vote). However, before voting I needed to show some ID (which is daft, since you don't really have to). Anyway, I got in a bit trouble for that since my ID stated that my name is Jos and that I'm male, even though I'd been going through life as Jessica (a woman) for quite some time now.
I just really liked the dream and I even quite liked having a female body, although I could have done without the whole legal trouble thing and being totally exasperated at having to explain yet again that just because I was born with the Y chromosome that didn't automatically mean I was male.