I don't have any dreams to share; I just really like this thread.

Lately I haven't been having many dreams on the same theme, which is unusual. When I was a kid I had lots of falling dreams. Then in the years before I got my drivers' license I had a lot of driving dreams. In college I frequently dreamed I was hiding from someone/thing sinister, which was just a few feet away looking for me, and I had to fight the urge to run or reveal myself. (Probably some subconscious trauma from that very upsetting part of Bambi with the qualis hiding from the hunter.) The past few years I've had lots of "running away" dreams -- never where someone/thing is actively chasing me, but always "I just escaped from such-and-such and I have to get as far away as possible before they notice I'm gone."

I can also never successfully kill anyone in a dream. Even if they're trying to kill me right back!

I dreamed that my family was still house-hunting, and the rest of my family looked at one house without me. My wife confided that the house looked good, but she was kind of creeped out because there were life-sized stone statues of penises all over the place.

We returned (without the kids, and without our agent) so I could see the house, and it was true. Our hostess energetically showed us around, and everywhere you'd expect a tchotchkie or decoration, there was a simple, somewhat understated if anything, stone or wood dong.She never pointed them out, but they were everywhere. Centerpiece of the dining room table. On the sideboard. The coffee table. On the TV. In the glass cabinet, next to a little porcelain angel. Most were mounted on something such that they couldn't be used as toys, and even the others were noticeably covered in dust. The house was pretty cool, aside from that.

I have no idea what all that means.

I'm assuming you're really into cigars, man.

No, neither metaphorically nor literally.

I've had two good ones in recent memory.

The first one, my hubby and I were at the airport getting ready to fly to Germany for the wedding of two characters from our favorite tv show. We were using buddy passes my best friend had given us, since her husband is a pilot, and I was trying to pay the taxes on them, which for some reason were $1900. The lady behind the counter was all confused and didn't understand what needed her to do, and then I realized it was one of my current coworkers.

The second one, I was house-hunting with James Bond in rural England.

I want to go house hunting with James Bond! I imagine it would be very punny.

Sounds like a fun dream! What kind of houses did James Bond like?

Last night, I was renting a room in an older woman's house, and she rented out her entire basement to another older woman running an adoption business/orphanage thing. So I went down and I was playing with one of the babies, cooing, "Your guardian is really nice! Yes she is! Even though I don't like that the other day she called someone 'a trans'!" And the adoption woman rushed over and demanded, "What did you say?" and I was like oh crap, just because I'm talking to a baby doesn't mean she can't hear me!

Oddly, they were all sort of Hobbit-holeesque. Lots of windows and wood and green. I'm pretty sure it was a sign I've been watching WAY too much HGTV lately.

I had a dream about racing camels. That was fine and all until I realized we were running around Indianapolis Motor Speedway and one of the camels skidded out of control and caused a massive pile up of other camels.

I have no idea where my brain comes up with some of this stuff.

A dream I had last night: I was driving my car down a busy highway through some mountains, when I realized I had to go back and grab deodorant from the side of the road, for some reason. Instead of taking an exit and doubling back along the highway to grab it, I merely turned right around, drove against traffic, and grabbed it from the road. Then I turned around again and gunned it back up the highway, accelerating slowly. At some point, I somehow phased partially out of the car and pushed it. I drove beneath an underpass and a group of people (I think they were girls, but I'm not really sure -they flew by because I was pushing 100 mph) shot me with water guns. Then I woke up.

I am seriously upset with myself today. This morning right after I woke up I told myself that I have to post the dream that I had last night. And of course now I cannot remember the dream at all. It is very frustrating.

I ended up having a series of strange dreams last night... First I was at high school, somehow dragged into doing running for track. Then I was on my way to said track, when I saw an old lady who needed help, which ended up going into this jungle-filled adventure as I managed to escort her along a river. At the end, she just kind of walked off, but when I explained what had happened, everyone was amazed I'd survived since that route is notoriously dangerous. I was able to explain that I couldn't make track that day because of it. The next day I went to class again, this time it was science (with an old science teacher of mine) who was apparently in a bad mood. She wasn't allowing anyone at all to talk in class whatsoever. By the end of the day though, I was confused, because everyone had these miniatures (like wargaming miniatures) on their desks - apparently everyone was supposed to buy a starter battle box worth, only I hadn't gotten mine yet. When I asked why we were supposed to have these, I was pointed toward an arcade machine, where I played a fighting game with characters those miniatures were based on. The end sequences of the story for that game were long and elaborate, and after a certain point I ended up being my character in the game (in classic no explanation dream fashion with me not questioning it). I managed to beat most of the other contenders, but lost to the last part. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of the game's fatality-esque endings, I ran off and hid in another game character's room, perched like a ninja in the upper back corner of the room. Said game character was in the room, and was someone that neither I or my opponent wanted to antagonize, so when my opponent came into the room, he had to look around very quietly. Right about the time he found me and was trying to figure out how to remove me quietly, my roommate burned something in the kitchen and the fire alarm went off, waking me up.

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Yeah. Every so often I take a day to essentially catch up on sleep, and sleep most of the day - I tend to have long, sprawling dreams like this when I do.

I had this odd dream a while back. I was on a cruise ship for some sort of competition. No one would tell me or any of the other contestants, all selected by lottery, what the competition was about. Since we had nothing to do aboard the cruise, we decided to party hard with clones of every single actor and actress from every series of note. Including Cartoon and Anime voice actors, who apparently had their dna mixed into a batch of random synth goop designed to look like all the characters they voiced. I was hanging out with a clone of Johnny Yong Bosch who kept switching between the roles of Ichigo Kurosaki, Lelouch Lamperouge, and the Black Ranger at will. Together, we were both chatting up the girls from a bunch of different obscure anime series to see who could form the biggest harem spinoff series when the cruise ship arrived at it's destination: a deserted tropical island that had been taken over by some strange, copper based alien plant species.

Dumped wholesale into the strange alien wilderness, we were instructed to form tribes to try and kill each other using clone bodies of ourselves as extra lives. The last team standing was named the victor of the competition. The key to winning was taking the strange copper-plants and use them as materials to build weapons, armor, and bases to protect ourselves from the other players and the strange alien beasts roaming the island. Rushing onto the shores roaring out our battle cries, our teams charged onto the island to try and secure the best and most easily fortified locations with which to build our bases. Shortly after selecting a huge oak tree to serve as our sky base, I woke up.

So before waking this morning I was dreaming that David Tennant was visiting. Of course we were talking about Doctor Who and I asked him what he thought about my suggestion of possibly having Chris Barrie be the 12th incarnation of The Doctor. Then Tennant tried doing his best Chris Barrie as Arnold Rimmer impersonation and I made an offhand comment about Barrie being an impressionist and voice mimicker

Last night I had a dream that aliens from another world had descended from the heavens to steal all of our women. Seeing as they'd taken my girlfriend, I decided to wage bloody war against them. The alien home base was a spa at the foot of a mountain with lots of caverns and ravines that I would hide in and operate out of. Duke Nukem was also involved. I killed him because he was going to try and have sex with all the captured women we were rescuing and I didn't want him touching my girlfriend.

In the end, I never got to find out if I won the final climactic battle because the alarm clock went off. Definitely one of the stranger dreams I've had...