How about some fun today? You are guilty. I am guilty. I guarantee Jim Bob over there is guilty. His just had to do with moonshine and NASCAR.
I’m talking about dreams, and our good-intentioned desires to share their awesomeness with those around us. Wanna hear about a dream I just had?
I was walking down a long boardwalk on a darkly clouded day. The wind was picking up and so were the waves on the crashing shoreline. Suddenly out of nowhere, a little creature that looked like a cross between Gollum and Taylor Swift jumped out in front of me. He was holding a paper bag full of rotten food. He asked me if I’d like some. I told him no. He insisted, and when I said no again, he whipped out a guitar and sang a song that he called “Shouldn’t have said no”. But then he, or was it a she, turned into a dancing turnip and started dancing some sort of Russian squat-and-kick type thing. I was really shocked when a guy with a metal detector walked by and his detector started beeping vigorously at the turnip. The little veggy tried to run, but I tackled him and chopped him up for a salad. Later, I was eating the salad and bit into a 100 year old penny. I started to cry because I realized it must have been inside of the turnip.
Why did I tell you that? I don’t know. Probably because I woke up this morning and thought, that was the awesomest ever. Which is the same reason any of us tell anybody about the dreams we had. It was awesome, it was scary, it was “so real”. But have you ever noticed that when you look around while you’re telling people about your awesome dream, half of the people are fighting off yawns and the other half are playing games on their phones?
Yep. I’ve been watching for the past few years, and I’ve noticed something. People don’t often care about other people’s dreams. And rightfully so. They’re usually boring. It’s like telling somebody the entire storyline of a movie that made absolutely no sense.
In another dream I was sitting in the grass playing. I was a baby, but I still had the head of a 30-year-old man…
I’ll just stop right there before you end up thinking the same thought I always do. There goes ten minutes of my life I’ll never get back.
They’re your dreams. Maybe sometimes it’s best if they’re kept that way. I’ll do the same. And maybe, just maybe, we can all spend that time doing something truly awesome instead. Like telling each other about our current aches and pains or delving into drawn-out political debate.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
PS, how about you? Am I way out in left field? Do you love telling your dreams? Do you love listening to other people’s dreams? What is the strangest dream you’ve ever had? Get it out here, where it will have its place for time and all eternity in a forum that people might actually read it and smile. Then do yourself a favor, and don’t tell anybody else.
me and my friend actually love sharing our dreams with each other! they are usually so much fun! actually like a week ago i had a dream about you! i think its because ive been reading your blog trying to catch up on it. so i read it sporadically through out the day. it was interesting...
The trick to telling someone your dream is to keep it short and don't go into the most minute detail. My 14 year old son will tell me his dream - 5 hours later I'm begging to be let go so I can do the laundry, go to the bathroom, grocery shop, rob a bank, anything, ANYthing else. His dreams usually involve pokemon, anime characters from Hetalia and some scary guy called Slenderman. Oh yeah, and my crazy-assed neighbor.
I don't tell everyone my dreams but sometimes I have a dream that's just so darned weird I have to tell someone so I usually tell my mom who is a retired psychiatric nurse. If she can't appreciate a weird dream, no one can :). She's usually pretty good at interpreting (sp?) them, too.
If I am voting here, I say never tell. I told a friend who claimed to be an expert on what interpreting dreams, it wasn't anywhere close to the conclusion I came to, I realized right away the message my dream was sending, but doubt creeped in and I tried on her interpretation and followed her advice and I wound up in a major "ditch". She wasn't intentionally driveing me to the ditch. I just realized that the only logical thing is to discuss my dreams with the man upstairs first...and if I get the impression to share it after that I will, if not, I will just continue to act out in ways that make no sense to anyone else but me and the utimate boss. By the way, I had a dream about writing about dreams one day....maybe it will be a novel like Twilight. Thousands read taht dream and contined to read the whole series...Okay I admit it I was one of the thousand. Again a friend talked me into it. I don't regret it. Team Edward won after all. ha,ha,ha
i'm so sorry- i probably missed you telling us this, but why are you doing som many re-posts as of late?
I share some dreams, but only the ones that I know in my gut mean something significant.
There are many people who tell others their dreams by putting the dreams in novels. They are called writers. :D
I dreamed I was playing Lego Rock Band with Doctor Who ... it was AWESOME!
I'm still working on perfecting my flying dreams since gravity, telephone poles/wires and trees keep trying to foil my plans for epic freedom of flight. Last time, I got the better of 'em and invented a bubble in which I can just bounce off things and keep floating onward. Ha!
Great stuff!!
Why yes, yes it is. All explained in the post. :)
is that a golum/ t. swift hybrid??
I'm double guilty! Both of telling others my dreams and of being the yawner over theirs'! Especially my daughter. She just doesn't quite tell a good story yet. LOL I can't lie - better than telling him my dreams, I love the look my husband gets when I start a sentence with "I had the weirdest dream..." It's a mixture of "Really? That's so unlike you" sarcasm and "Please. Make it stop."
the dreams I remember most always seem to involve water. Don't quite know what that means but there it is. LOL
I think there is some good in telling your dreams. Just thinking about them doesn't always give you insight into just what your subconscious is trying to tell you, but telling them to someone else usually does, at least for me.
But I'd like to say that I am often disturbed when I have a sexually charged dream about someone I had never had any sexual interest in before. Once I wake up, I am lusting after that person. ...maybe I need a boyfriend. :)
Last night I had a dream that there was a gumball/trinket machine that had a special bonus ball in it, and if you got it, you won $16 million dollars. I got that ball, and throughout the rest of my dream I told everyone how I was going to use the money. I think I was channeling my dad. He plays power ball and has lots of plans for the big prize WHEN he wins it.
I personally like t hear peoples dreams and love telling mine...many of which have come true....My mother, being in cali and I in Pa came to me in a dream and told me she was going to die that Friday...and she did at age 36 .. She was in a coma at the time and that was her only way to get through to me and say goodbye and that she loved me...
This could just be because I am blond (LOL), but every time I try to read your posts I get frustrated with the scrolling blog choices at the top of the website and then trying to navigate to the post I came to read.
you get a prize for creativity, no surprise here. I DO like hearing other people's dreams and I often post mine on my LiveJournal.
the weirdest dreams I've ever had are when the world ends in some sort of Hollywood crazy shit type of way and I'm the one of the only people left alive. I don't know if I've been watching too much Nostrudamas Effect on the History Channel or what the problem is but they are pretty weird!
Jim Bob and moonshine? NASCAR? Really?
I just had a very strange dream the other night, and it was overtaken with celebrities. And I am not a fan of celebrities, don't care to follow their personal lives, am not dying to meet anyone (okay MAYBE Johnny Depp, who incidentally never made an appearance). The celebrities were rather random, Julie Andrews, Matthew Broderick (who was looking rather beatnik and flirting with me - so bizarre) and we were all in a pool. It's all hazy now but when I woke up I thought it was a pretty wild dream, my dreams are always morphing, and sometimes its at a dizzying pace. I don't understand why my dreams never take on a real fantasy element, like why wasn't it Johnny Depp, I mean if there was any celebrity I would want to flirt with me it would be him? Instead I get Matthew Broderick. I'm not knocking the guy I just don't get why it was him in my dream.
Scariest dream (of recent): One of my best friends got raped by a homeless man and then I found him living in the bushes outside my apartment window. When I found him, he started screeching my name and tried coming for me. I woke up shaking. Ekk... creepy.
I like hearing others dreams. Yours are hilarious! :)
I have really unusual dreams, and often ones that end up actually happening, down to the last detail. People I know (and sometimes don't know) tend to like to hear them for the most part.
I've also had people tell me their dreams to help them analyze them. I think that people should care a little more. I care if someone hurts. I care about their dreams while they are asleep or awake.
I have to say that I do enjoy listening to peoples dreams to a certain extent. I have know some people in my life that can tell a you about a dream they had the night before and it takes 2 hrs! Really! Was the dream that long.......just sayin'. I think sometimes people can ad lib what they "wish" was in the dream.
Dan - As a Anti-Taylor Swift person, I do LOVE that she was a creature in your dream! Awesome pic!
I love telling my dreams to people and listening to other people's dreams too. My husband used to never remember his dreams but after I continually asked him what he dreamt about, he started being able to remember them and tell me! They are fun to hear!
I made the mistake of starting to read this in the middle of the post. I didn't understand how a Taylor Swift-Gollum hybrid could possibly turn into a turnip...(a potato, maybe, but not a turnip) but then again no one seems to understand how I could have possibly been walking to my grandma's house and encountered a treasure chest filled with bunnies telling me to follow the yellow brick road. I figure dreams are visions of what no one else can see but you.
I'm an avid dreamer and probably overshare on many occasions, but I also like to hear about other people's dreams. I find it fascinating to see what's in people's brains. I even have my own blog where I often share the crazy dreams I have...if you're bored...
http://myownpersonalcrazy.blogspot.com/
I have a recurring dream that I am in my late grandmother's home, and there are so many guests there is no where for all of them to sleep. I think it means something, but I don't know what.
gosh, i love sharing my dreams but none of my other friends care. they stare back at me with blank expressions when i try to explain how cool my dream was
I think I may be one of the few who love hearing other peoples dreams. Mostly because they're really, really funny. And my friend agrees. We swap dream a lot. My oddest dream - The green goo. You touch it, poke it with a stick, prod the intercom that the goo is running out of with a stick and you're goo-ified. Then the goo made the block of flats blow up with my mum still inside... Not such a fun dream for a five year old, (and it's scary that I still remember it considering I'm 20 now... But there are a couple of others that are really vivid as well from around that time. And all of them were a bit scary... bizarre.)
Loving the TS / Gollum mix, btw. Did you know that you're a genius?
I had a dream that little green men were hiding in the moon.... they arrived down to earth through a trap door in the bottom of the moon! I wrote a post about this, and quickly skimmed over the actual dream - so I didn't knock anyone out from boredom.
I have heard that dreams are dreamt in black and white... hmm. Though my imagination is so vivid, im sure mine are colourful - or I wouldn't have got that my aliens were green??!
Once I had a dream where I was in a classroom and Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer was teaching something. Spike (Also from BTVS) was sitting next to me and when class finished he kicked Angel in the knee. When we left the classroom, we were in Montana during the winter. Don't ask me how I knew we were in Montana, I just knew for a fact we were in Montana. Spike yelped and ran into the shade. It was the middle of the day and he had started to sizzle. So we were walking down the street and talking (I remember waking up the next day and thinking how cool it was that I got to talk to Spike, he's my favorite character) when this huge red truck pulled up alongside us. Spike hid in the bushes. The lady on the passenger side of the truck leaned out the window and said, "Have you seen this person?" She held up a picture of Spike, and I wasn't feeling helpful in the dream so I said no. She said, "Well if you have--" she held up a can of Cheez Whiz "--give me a call." She was telling me to call the Cheez Whiz. Then she squirted some into her mouth (ew) and the guy driving the truck drove away.
My favorite part of the dream was when Spike came out of the bushes and hugged me. It was very cool, because I'd imagined him hugging me before, but I could actually feel his body in the dream.
That last paragraph was very strange, but hey. That's how I feel. I'm gonna go get some sleep now.
I normally can't remember my dreams well enough to convey them, but I do enjoy hearing other people's dreams. My son had a dream one night where he "woke up" several times, and each time he "woke up" something terrible happened - I believe I remember Ninjas being involved - until finally he woke up for real... all the other times he thought he woke up he hadn't really... when he finally did, he said he heart was beating like crazy!! And this one lady I used to work with has doozies - I love listening to her dreams!!
I often remember my dreams. And most of the time, I foresee something in my dream. I'm not a psychic. You may not believe me.
Sorry too long to post in only one comment, I feel much better now!!
Apparently the school district and law enforcement were concerned enough to evacuate a middle school and a near by elem school and made sure everything was safe before letting 1600 students back to class (which will not happen till tomorrow) but this happened in Suburbia, I live in Austin, TX and this happened in the Round Rock school district which is one of the best public school districts in Texas. If this can happen here it can happen anywhere! Parents NEED to know what their kids are doing in and out of school. Yes everything turned out OK today but thanks to the zero tolerence policy and actions of one stupid kid, he may wind up in the behind bars until he is at least 18. Yes, this kid made a bad choice, yes the taxpayers are going to have to pay for it but what is going to happen to the parents of this kid? Nothing!
This is not a comment about today's post but rather one about the poll. I have two boys, 8th grade and 5th grade, ages 13 and 11. They both have FB pages, but I am friends with both of them on FB and monitor what they post very closely. My 8th grader has a cell phone so I can keep in touch when he is out of school and playing with friends or at his Dad's house. He does not have internet access on his cell phone only unlimited talk and text in case of emergencies. Today some blockhead posted things on FB that basically threatened to blow up the school and the teachers inside as well as the students. From his cell phone IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS!!
I can never remember my dreams!! I can remember if they are weird, or scary, or funny (I'll even wake up shivering, or laughing) -- and I ALWAYS dream in color -- but I can never remember the "story". It also seems like I dream ALL NIGHT LONG. Probably not, but it sure seems like it.
If I told people what most of my dreams consisted of, they'd think I was insane or deeply disturbed. So, I keep my dreams mostly to myself (I'll tell of one occasionally if we're talking about dreams and it relates to what the other person is talking about, though I never discuss the freakier dreams), but I do like hearing about other people's dreams. ^_^
I love telling my dreams, and I like listening to other peoples' dreams and trying to "analyze" them and figure out something about their life or subconscious that even they didn't know. But I know what you mean, a lot of people don't care and sometimes I don't care about a particular person's dream. Unless I'm in it. Therefore, if you really want to tell your dream to someone but think they'll be bored, just add them in the beginning of the story and then they'll be listening the entire time waiting to see if they pop back up!! ;P lol
I've studied dream interpretation, and use my dreams as a tool for guidance. I've received some amazing messages and insights through dreams. Not all dreams are the same though, it depends on the dreamer. And sometimes, it just means "don't eat turnips before going to bed". LOL Keep dreamimg, and keep sharing.
I personally enjoy hearing about peoples' dreams, and enjoy telling others about the ones I have. I do make it a point to reflect on my own dream before telling someone else, however, just to see if it is in fact boring. I know I like hearing about dreams, but only the interesting and really "out there" ones. Then again, I like it when people feel like they CAN come to me with crazy stories like that and not worry about what I'll think. Trust is good.
So right. I didn't even read the entire anecdote.
While the dream stories aren't my cup of tea, if you will, the accompanying photos make this post 100% worth it to read! Kudos! :)
I absolutely LOVE hearing people's dreams. I have several dream books that I love to flip through and try to figure out what my dreams and other people's dreams could possibly mean. The weirdest dream I ever had was just last week and I dreamed that I was pregnant and I went into labor early and when I got to the hospital a series of events forced the doctor to decide that he needed to to an emergency c-section. While they were cutting me open the baby fell out the regular way and the nurse held her up for me to see and it was a barbie doll. She said she was very sorry but my baby was dead. i said that's a barbie doll, not my baby. She said this is the baby you just delivered ma'am, I'm very sorry she died. I was very creeped out by the fact that my baby was a barbie, but even still I was a little sad she had died. There were other details of the whole birth process and the barbie herself, but they get lost in translation...so there you go!
I do have "visitor" dreams from loved ones who have passed away. These are altogether different and are usually beautiful and peaceful. I have reconnected with my brother at least 5 times, holding his hand and playing in our front yard like children, riding in his car, watching a baseball game, talking about what happens when you die, and having a conversation about my mama's readiness to have him appear to her in her dreams. I've hugged my grandma, rode a trolley with my grandfather, and attended a luncheon with my aunties. These are such real experiences, I have never forgotten any of them, not a beautiful detail.
I experience dreams that I cannot escape or wake up from, as other people on here have explained. My dreams are mostly terrifying and heart-wrenching, where I am fighting to keep my children from being killed, am trying to find them because they've disappeared, or I experience the death of my brother over and over and over again, reliving the grief from 20 years ago. Any trauma I've experienced usually presents itself in multiple dreams in horrific ways. I also have the occasional waitress dream where I am waiting on 500 people, cooking the food, am out of dishes, and can't get anything done. (I waited tables for 10 years...10 years ago!)
What bits and pieces I can remember, and I don't recognize anyone in this dream, is that I was following someone; I’m assuming during a paranormal investigation. They are holding a piece of equipment as large as an 8” digital picture frame, but it’s a camera. As I’m walking with this person; in a pitch black large basement, we are seeing several ghosts through this equipment that are coming towards us in a menacing manner. In my mind, though I’m a bit freaked out, I know that once the ghosts realize they can be seen, they disappear from view of the camera. I actually kind of wake up for a moment and the dream ends. I fall asleep again, then the dream starts up and we’re in a upstairs area. An attic I suppose, of a large wooden building. A couple of us hear panicky yells downstairs from the other half of the team. We race down a set of stairs, across a second floor plywood expanse; that’s how I figure we are in a large wooden building, perhaps barn-like structure that was converted. We get down to the basement level and one guy on the team is breathless from running or excitement, looking scared and shocked. He’s saying that the activity is moving up. In my mind, people have reported that the activity has always stayed on the lower level of the building. He says that something is scratching them badly. As he’s explaining this to the person next to me, I’m looking across to the other side of the basement and notice writing that has been scraped into a wall. Then the door buzzer scares me awake which happens to be UPS delivering a package. LOL!
I recently had a dream about my ex-boss, who I'm pretty friendly with, but not quite friendly enough to share this with. I was watching a fantasyish movie, which she was in, and the evil army was about to strike the great and decisive blow against the good guys. And then she came in and seduced the evil army's leader into running away with her, rather than leading the charge. So the good guys won. And then she left the evil general, and returned to her true love -- an anthropomorphic talking rat (a la Ratatouille) -- and took a shrinking potion to be the right size to stay with him forever.