Dreams and Nightmares

Most of the dreams I remember these days consit of work - they're nightmares if you couldn't guess.

I had a dream the other night that when I woke up I couldn't quite remember, but I knew it was in someway important, but I couldn't remember why. It was playing on my mind all day. All I remember was that my auntie got a new dog (her dog died recently) but that was a small part of it, and the rest of it was something about staying in an old hotel, and it was really big and grand, and we kept talking about hurricanes for some reasno, and we went somewhere in the basement, but I can't remember where. It's so frustrating!

I had a dream last night that I was on the internet and I went to the MSN homepage and there was an article underneath the celebrity section and there was a picture of Jared Padalecki. Anyway, the article was about how him and his wife were on the brisk of getting a divorce because she had been texting other men. I have no idea.

I had a sex dream last night about my dead friend words fail me on how creepy and awkward that was.

Two nights ago I had a dream about a cook-off between Eddie Izzard and Darth Vader.

I had a really scary dream once, that robotic dinosaurs and reptiles were attacking and taking over the world.
Okay, that sounds stupid. But it was fecking scary.
They had red demonic eyes and they were MASSIVE.
My dad and I ran to hide in our secret laboratory underneath the house (so we don't really have a secret laboratory... Apparently my dreamworld thinks we do). But this fecking massive robotic snake came after us.
And then, I have no fecking idea what happened, because I woke up.
It always freaks me out more when I wake up before the really scary bit. Because then I never know how it actually ends, and because I do have premonitions a lot, I'm scared that it might come true.
Obviously robotic dinosaurs will never take over the world, but I'm still freaked about it.

I've been studying so much lately that all I dream about is the work that I need to get done. Although I did dream about Synyster Gates last night, which was a great change of pace.

I had a dream last night about me and my brother. We were going outside for some reason and I forgot to lock the door, so I ran all the way back up to the third floor of the apartment complex to lock it. When I started going back downstairs there were these guys in masks and they had guns. I went over to the balcony and saw one of the guys shoot my brother in the head.
Probably the worst, most graphic dream I ever had. I woke up crying and couldn't go back to sleep.

So I don't have very many weird/concerning dreams, which is why when I do I kinda freak out. I'm really hoping someone can explain to me what the hell this dream means. I can't remember how it starts out exactly, but I'm walking down the hall of my school(I'm a senior in high school). It looks just like any day at my school, though less crowded. I was about to turn down the next hall when I start hearing what became clearly an enraged person throwing desk around a classroom on the hall I was about to turn on. I was curious, so I proceeded down the hallway, where many people were walking away freaked out. One of them was my friend, and I asked her "who the hell is that?" she replied worriedly "B, its Alex." Which scared me since we've been friends for a while(not like besties tho). "Did something happen to Billy?" was the first thing i asked, knowing how close Alex and Billy are in real life, she said no. So I left the conversation determined to help him. Me be daring I walked right in the room, and Alex nearly threw a desk at me but stopped himself, slamming it down instead. Then he just broke down in tears, as I opened my arms to hug him. The next thing I knew he was holding onto me for dear life, like I was the last thing he had in the world. Which is so weird, b/c we really aren't that close. But the weirdest thing is the last time I looked up at him to see if he was cooling down, he wasn't Alex anymore, instead a guy I've had classes with but we aren't friends at all.... sorry I know that was really long, but does anyone have any ideas what this is suppose to mean, b/c its the weirdest dream I've had in years that I can't explain to myself :)

pulmonary archery.:

Two nights ago I had a dream about a cook-off between Eddie Izzard and Darth Vader.

Love it!

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The particular dream from last night that I remember was pretty damn sexual. There was role reversal and everything...

I had a nightmare where somebody I idolize died of a drug overdose.. And I don't even think he does drugs. But it still scared the crap out of me.

I had a dream this morning that I was having sex with Dean Winchester.
It was like a music video, with different frames and everything. It felt so real.

Oh and the song Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke was playing.
LIFE = MADE.

I had a dream last night that I was at some party, and everyone was on drugs. One of my teachers was there and he picked up a syringe off the ground, and I was talking to him, and we went down a hallway and he turned, ran into me, and stabbed me in the hand with the dirty syringe. I freaked - one, the syringe was dirty and used, and two, it was full of heroin or something similar and I wasn't planning on taking any drugs at all. I ended up getting high, obviously, and started taking more from whoever I came across [who were mostly people I know from school, oddly enough]. Somehow, I ended up being told to go get an oxygen mask for one of the girls from my phys ed class who'd gone into some sort of shock or something. I went outside to get her oxygen mask from her car, and discovered both my fine vision and anything to do with my hands moving properly wasn't in the question while I was under the drugs. I got out to go find someone to help - when I couldn't, I came back to the car, only to find a group of other girls from my phys ed class were pushing the car down a hill.

And then I woke up when I collapsed on the road in a drug-induced haze after freaking out about how they were going to kill this girl because she needed her oxygen mask.

Last night I had a dream about being in an apartment building, or something similar. The lift was overflowing with water and was being fixed, while me and loads of other people were stuck on the roof (apparently there were no stairs). And I thought to myself, I'm on the third floor, why did I even take the lift going up to the roof anyway? And when the lift was finally repaired, it was kinda loose and wobbly, like the wires that held it up weren't very strong and were uneven, and loads of people were scared to go in it but I didn't care because I just wanted to get back to my floor.

I keep having dreams about heights at the moment.

Once I had this Before Sunrise-ish dream, I got reminded of it a couple of days ago. I was taking the train from my hometown to the university and I had to switch trains at a small town. I was waiting for the second train in the station when I ran into an old friend, and we started chatting. We lost track of time and we only realized that our train had pulled into the station when it was about to leave. She managed to jump on it, but I missed it, so I was left waiting for a couple of hours. I went wandering around the city and I met this man who was a bit older than me. The details are a bit hazy here but I knew we walked around for a while and I told him all sorts of things about myself. Later we went into a really run-down bar for a coffee, and he kissed me but I told him I didn't want to sleep with him. Later again we got into a fight for something silly, and he walked me to the train station and I missed the train again. It was a very vivid dream and it would've made a cool movie, too bad it's been done already.

I had a dream last night about a school shooting. For bits of it, it was from the perspective of a victim in either a library or classroom, it's a bit fuzzy. For the most part, it was like I was the shooter. It was crazily vivid, even though I can't remember faces or anything now, and just... terrifying and intriguing at the same time. I woke up in the middle of the night from it, a rarity for me [once I start dreaming, especially vividly, it's unusual for me to wake up by myself] and it was so vivid and real it took me forever to get to sleep again.

I had a dream I broke up with my fiance for no reason by singing "Let It Burn" by Usher, and he punched me in the face as a response.

I don't dream very often. Probably because most of the time, I can't sleep at all. I have insomnia, but when I cuddle with someone I love, it feels great. The dreams I have though, when I do dream, it involves a past event. A tragedy. I still remember every single detail of that night. Three great friends died...she died in my arms...

I dreamed last night that I babysat T. Mills (who is 23 years old, keep in mind.) and he wanted me to sneak out to a party with him at 1AM. I have the dumbest dreams.