I wanna know."

No, really, I do. I'm not just quoting a really beautiful song by K's Choice.

What happens in your dreams? What do you dream about? Color? Black and white? First person perspective? Do you ever experience deja vu? Do you remember your dreams? How often do you dream?

In case you didn't pick up on it, the theme is "dreams".

Have you read all of my "Dreams" series yet? Haha.

No, but really, I usually have twisted sexual sadist type dreams or stuff straight out of a horror movie. Color is usually black and white, first person perspective, don't usually experience deja vu...and typically don't remember many, but of late have been recalling a number of them. Don't know, before this last month I was only able to really remember a dream a year though I'm sure I dreamt more than that.

a dream and a fantasy are two different things if you ask me.. a dream happens while you are sleeping.. and a fantasy comes to mind while you are awake..

So tell us about both!

I always dream and in color. My dreams are vivid and I get a lot of information through them. I meditate myself to sleep, most of the time so I am requesting information via the dream. I keep a tape recorder, pen and paper on my night stand. I always get 'answers' through dreams.. Not always immediately, but eventually. Out of the blue I'll just have an 'a-ha' moment.

I use self-hypnosis and astral travel as tools also...it's a beautiful thing.

It's really no big surprise I'm so airy, fairy with my heads in the clouds all the time, I'm smarter there...

Plastic, what do you dream?

I do have one reoccuring dream. I am sure it is because I was attacked by a swarm of bumble bees as a child. I am always in a boat on the water and attacked by bees. I always wake up contemplating jumping in the water. I know it's weird. You asked..........

I had this dream one time where I dreamed I was sitting on my bed watching this weird light that was peering out from under the door. As I'm sitting, watching this light it happened...

I felt a small electric jolt, and then I was completely paralyzed. I screamed for help, but no words would come out of my mouth. Then I saw it...



Of course I started to panic, but it was useless. I really don't remember much from that point foward. But, what I found rather odd about the whole ordeal was for some reason, I woke up the next day all stinky, and my botty hole hurt...

So that is where I have seen you before...

I'm fascinated by dreams. Truly fascinated. It's a little strange. Sometimes I feel like that guy from "The City of Lost Children". Haha.

I dream every time I sleep no matter how long the sleep lasts. I almost always remember my dreams. They are extremely vivid and very empathic and intuitive. Color. Almost exclusively first person. As to the subject matter... well, that's my poetry. I write about the less crazy stuff or tone it down... not just sex dreams or anything like that. It's bloody madness in my dreams. Haha. It's not creative writing. It happened, just where I'm the only one who gets to see it in real time.

I've gotten to a point where I no longer view dreams as dreams. They're as real as "the waking life". I'm simply in one or the other with no space between. It's rather annoying, honestly. If I could I'd never ever dream again.



One time, Newark, I had this dream I'll never forget... there's a lot involved in it but it involved me crashing the Jeep I owned at the time into the brick wall of my neighbor's house and thousands upon thousand of tiny bees swarmed out of the crack in the bricks and stared buzzing around the car viciously attacking everybody.


For the record - I don't think I've ever dreamt of a panda.

Interesting.

When I would dream as a teenager they were all almost in real-time, first person, however I've always dreamt in black and white. The subject usually had to do with my subconscious altering reality into something more vivid, often more horrific than the actual reality, some of the memories of those dreams I simply cannot shake to this day...

I'll go along with that. Yeah, what she said...

The Art Of Dreaming - By Carlos Castaneda

Read it.

I dream alot, but I can never remember them.
I can't tell you what my fantacy is, I really don't have a favorite one yet.

I only remember dreams when someone I know is in them. And even then, I don't remember most of my dreams.

Typically I have prophetic dreams. They are usually about what is currently bothering me in my waking life. Or, a warning about an event in the near future. (Deja vu happens a couple times a week on average).

My dreams are in color but the dreams that will have a deja vu feeling to them in my waking life are more vivid than say a 'normal' dream due to indigestion, etc. I've never had a dream in black and white.

I dream every single time I go to sleep. Everyone does. The problem a lot folks seem to have is in recalling the dreams after waking. I've rarely had a problem with recall though.

As far as what perspective I'm dreaming in, it's typically first person.

Ex. of Prophetic Dream: I'm in a vehicle, passenger seat. A man is driving and it feels like I know him. He's not watching the road and we plunge off the side. The vehicle hits something like a tree at a high rate of speed. Suddenly, I'm in a fenced in field. I see other people in this field and I know they are all dead. My ex-father-in-law (who had died many years before the dream) appears on the opposite edge of the field and comes to me in a snapshot, frame by frame manner...as if a strobe light is on him. This happens so fast that he scares me terribly bad and I wake up.

**I've researched the sleeping mind for years and I'm well aware that there are certain aspects of a dream you can alter while you are asleep. I tried to alter this dream when it began recurring. The only things I was able to change were the style of the vehicle and it's color. The accident itself could not be changed for some reason.**

Within three months of the start of this recurring dream, I was leaving a 4-H meeting with my new love interest, my daughter, and a friend of hers. Don, the man I was dating, wasn't watching the road as he was driving. I was seated in the passenger seat. The roads were slippery due to ice/snow. When Don lost control of the vehicle, we left the road and plundged over the embankment and hit the side of a field (which was higher than the road) head on.

My legs were broken, my foot was crushed and I was knocked unconscious. Due to the breaks in my legs, I was bleeding out...nobody knew it. My child ran over a half mile to call an ambulance. They crew used the jaws of life to get me out and then life flighted me to the city where I spent four days in a coma. Then I began the long road to recovery...learning to walk, etc. I had lost all memory of everything in my life leading up to the accident.

The only reason I know any of this took place is because I apparently kept meticulous journals and those would eventually help me regain my memory. The pictures from the accident matched the drawings I had made of the 'dream accident' in my journals.