I am driving in this parking lot and my car does a jerky thing, so hard I just fly out the windshield (but I dont remember it breaking) I am just flying..scared at first, then I realize um I have flown like 50-60 feet..kinda super man like, so I call my dad on my cell phone...still flying. Told him I was just in a wreck, and thrown from the car, he said "are you ok, how far?" I tell him I still flying, he said "yeah that happens some times" I drop my phone, and just keep flying , like 20 feet high...and and slightly faster then running speed. Hair blowing in the wind, not scared, just wondering how and when gravity will bring me closer to the ground... now I am way far away from the parking lot going over a field, picking up speed. Then I woke up. at first while getting dressed, I was thinking ..cool I was flying. Then a few hours into the day I realized... damn, maybe I died in the wreck, and the free flying stuff was afterlife... and shit ..what if that was a premonition. I am not the type to get freaked out... and over think stuff,,, but I guess today I am .. and got a little spooked. This is the clearest dream I have had in long long time. So I just wanted to document it, in case I die soon in a car wreck. you can say- wow she dreamed it. I am still wondering why I called my dad... I avoid his calls and he is the one person I hate to talk to. Needless to say, I wore my seat belt today.
I don't get it either, but I am weird about dreams too, so don't worry. I had a dream the night before last that I killed a homeless man. He came into my work and I was trying to be nice to him until he tried to hold my hand and then he was trying to come close to me so I banged his head off of the wall about 5 times and picked him up and took him outside to finish him off. Of course, I was super strong and he was super light. Actually by the time I got outside, he was the size of a baby (and bald like one) so I threw him down on the ground and stomped on his head. There was a nun sitting in a car in front of me watching it with a look of shock on her face and I continued to stomp his head in and scream profanity. Oddly, there was no blood or gore, it was more like a baby doll. So then I go inside and it hits me what I did and I start to freak out because I know I am going to go to jail and realized had I just kept it inside, I could have got rid of the body and no one would have been the wiser, but the damn nun saw it all so she needed to die too. Then I woke up. :redface:
I have a reoccurring dream where I am running around with an old fashioned perfume bottle...you know the kind with the bulb thingy you squeeze. anyway it is filled with something that kills people as soon as you spray it in their face...and I am spraying everyone... like it is a contest to see how many people I can kill. Sometimes it is an insecticide prayer. my friend jokes and tells me it is not a dream, that I really am killing everyone with my perfume.... (I wear lots of perfume, and she hates it... she is a tree hugger...and says perfume is toxic) I hate hippies
All perfume isis oil and alcohol. I don't see what is so horrible about it. It's better than BO and patchouli.
I was looking for that scene in the Labyrinth movie where Hoggle is spraying fairies and counting them as they fall, and happened across this gem: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91IgcYWgoMc
Every once in a while I have the flying dream. It is a weird one where I'll be like in my backyard or something like that at night and just floating above the yard or yards. I don't flap my arms or anything silly I just sort of will myself to go up and float around. Sort of like taking a deep breath but different and off I go another fifty feet or so higher. Just about the time I decide I'm gonna actually go somewhere i.e. down the road around the block that's when I wake up. I'm always pissed that I woke up.
I had a dream last night that I was in the hospital for my guts again and they ran some blood tests and told me something was wrong with my heart, but wouldn't tell me what so I am thinking all of the times I thought I was having panic attacks, I was actually having heart attacks and when my heart beats all funky that it's not anxiety, it's my heart and then the alarm started going off which kinda sounds like a heart monitor freaking out. I wonder if I had that dream in the time while the alarm was going off? I think I have really fast dreams. I can fall asleep and wake up a few minutes later and have a pretty long dream to remember.
In middle and high school I had a radio alarm clock, and sometimes the song that would be playing would come into my dream. I also had a little game that I mentally played... I would try to find something in the day- that would have something to do with the song (coincidences) .....or take "clues" from the wake up song as ways to do things throughout the day... I know it sounds silly..I was a fucking teen...we all did stupid shit.
I can remember the 'chirping' style alarm clock noises being incorporated into my dreams in the past... Can't remember specifically what happened, but remembered that when you mentioned the heart monitor thing...
I think dreams are generally that way. The brain is an amazing thing you can close your eyes and in four minutes hit deep REM sleep then in a minute have a complete dream then wake up a minute later. I only do that in the mornings when I have a really relaxing sleep typically on a weekend when I sleep a little later then norm.
For me, that kind of dream typically occurs during the 30 seconds it takes a typical hooker to clean herself up before I kick her out of the car. I'm going to try and see if I can prolong it somehow.
I remember dreaming that I was getting ready for school in the mornings as a kid and wake up to my mom yelling at me to get up and I would be like, "I'm getting dressed!" But actually I would be laying in bed.
Does anyone else have things that trigger memories of their dreams throughout the day? Sometimes I don't remember them, but then something happens in real life and then the memory of the dream comes to me usually in great detail and I can remember all of the emotions that went with it.
