Most dreams about losing a child to violence are said to be from a feeling that you aren't being allowed to express some part of yourself as completely as you'd like to. Don't know how much that applies to you, though.

thanks Dweller in Darkness, that does make sense to me in some ways......hahaha one of my pet problems in not telling people how i really feel so yes that does help......

That could be part of it as well. I know that whenever I've been unable to write for an extended period of time, I start having dreams about my loved ones being killed while I'm unable to help. Once I explained that to my mother-in-law, she started to understand what I mean when I say, "I write because I have to."

strange unending dreams that went on and on and on and on. Even if I woke up, when I fell back asleep, there it would be again.

Something about meeting my friend, but the hurricanes had washed out the road, and there was about five feet of water now where the road had been. So I had to swim for quite a while to get to the place I was meeting her. The water was brackish, and there was all this debris in the water I had to swim around. I finally got to where I needed to meet her, and then we got in her car and drove to the hotel. There was some sort of board meet at the hotel and I had to figure out how to intigrate her into the board. There were all these stairs leading to the door..... everyone realized we forgot to bring our luggage from the mainland, and we couldn't swim to get it, because we would be unable to swim back without it, and it was 5:30, and I kept telling everyone that the ferry stopped running at 6:00, so we'd better get our act together, but did anyone listen to me? noooo...... So, everyone's ready at 6:30, and of course it's too late. In the meantime, the water has risen so it was over some of the bottom steps on the ground. I'm standing at the top of the stairs with two elderly people and realize I've forgotten to bring the directions with me, so I go upstairs to get them. I'm in the elevator with a bunch of boardians, and we're all standing around and chatting, but then we realize the elevator hasn't been moving, and we've been stuck at the 5th floor for an awful long time, and things get unbearably clausterphobic, and then I think I woke up for the last time at that point.

I have really fun techni-colour adventure crazy dreams most of the time. The most vivid ones I ever had was in highschool. A lot of them are also very violent (perhaps a product of studying military history or just watching a lot of stuff blowing up on TV, who cares, they are fun). The other night I kept on having to disarm bombs so I'd jump into a trench or over a wall and just when I'd go for the bomb I'd get shot in the stomach. It happened four or five times in a row, it didn't hurt, I just got really angry in my dream that i got shot again.

A restaurant dream from January 14, 2005

It resembled a show from The Travel Channel. Sort of.

The female host (off scene) said "This expensive restaurant is for someone with a more refined palette and something a little different but adventurous" The restaurant has all nude waiters and waitresses. All of the naughty parts were electronically blurred.

Then I was put into this same scene. Funny enough, the naughty parts were still electronically blurred. I stood in line wanting to get a drink. I knew it was an expensive restaurant, but I wanted one anyway. The patrons looked at me indifferently. The were dirty dishes piling up and it looked like the restaurant was about to close.

This restaurant was in a mall, by the way. I walked out and searched for my black gloves. A big tall man, who looked like he was 7'0" tall, grabbed the gloves and squeezed them in his arm. I hit him repeatedly and yanked the gloves from his arm. Looking outside of the restaurant, I turned left.

I was hungry, and wanted to get something to eat. I started searching for a fast food restaurant and I felt a large "WONK!" on my head. The large man, apparently pissed off, bonked me on the head with his head. I actually felt it. I made a turn to the right, looking at various electronic video game booths. I turned to the right and another right. I saw him again, so I made a flying leap towards him with my foot extended. I wanted to land a foot in his groin. He ran away. I turned right and made two lefts. I saw him again. He was practicing his kick. I made another attempt at punching him in his groin. He retreated again. I turned around. I saw him again.

"Truce?" I asked.

He nodded his head.

I don't know where this shopping mall was. There were white walls all around with windows in the ceiling and some windows at a corner.

The guy looked like Scott from band (all the way back from Jr High and High school). He had glasses and brown hair. He looked like he had extensive training in self-defense.

My boss wanted me to find out the exact makeup of the tile in his upstairs hallway...

Which may be 30 years old...

He gave me a list of previous owners I am supposed to start calling...

I argue...

Why would you want to duplicate this tile?

He says...you're not always right...

I accede... and frustrated...begin to dial...

and another weird action adventure dream, with supporting cast of Tom Cruise (don't know how, its not like I watched MI2 or Minority Report before I went to sleep).
Anyway, Mr. Cruise and I, plus four of our associates were all world class theives and in order to pull of our next job one of us had to be the apparent victim of a break which turned nasty. So we went around trashing this appartment, lots of glass breaking until I make this frantic call to 911 where the cops then immediately show up. There is some continued shooting but my crew gets away and I get sympathy from the cops. Too bad I didn't finish the dream to see what else happened.

*grumble grumble 9 am class, stupid alarm*

i figure most people here don't like the Olsen twins. last night's dream was in the vein of Shaun of the Dead, except the Olsen twins were zombies and I beat them to their second death with a baseball bat. hee hee...very amusing or disturbing, take it which ever way you like.

Last night, I dreamt about the superheroes campaign I've been putting together. I hope session goes as well as the dream did.

Had an odd dream occurance the other night involving Molly. Blogged about it here.

I dreamed on Saturday night that TLOML and I were visting a model apartment that we were considering renting, but it turned out to be a woman's actual home. She was hiding in a walk-in closet and waited for us to enter and then she beheaded me for our intrusion. I was still alive, and TLOML called 911 and they told him he had to continue to apply wet paper towels to the two halves of my neck (one being attached to my body, one being attached to my severed head) while we waited for an ambulance to arrive. The woman was still prowling around the area and I remember being vaguely frightened of that but more freaked out that my head was severed from my body--- what was most memorable about the dream was the sensation of the stumps of my neck drying out and having to remind TLOML to apply the wet paper towels.

*shudder*

i had a dream last night where i was in a very large comfortable bed, and everytime i blinked, the person next to me turned into a different guy i've had a crush on... weird

there was this broken down temple/theatre, and there was a coworker of mine who'd be there unexpectedly, and then I was on a balconey, surveying the narrow, but vast gardens, watching the people on the path, and the trees and flowers surrounding it.

Can somebody tell me why I seldom remember dreams?

A Guest on Conan O'Brien on February 16, 2005

Me and another guest were sent to the back to do some drawings for the show. Backstage there was another desk that looked like the Conan's desk in the front of the stage.

I started drawing the dog from "What-a-Mess" because I remembered how Conan used to make fun of the dog all the time. Actually, no he didn't. It was a dream engineered memory, if you know what I mean. The "What a mess" dog drawing started carrying human characteristics so I drew Conan using the "What a mess" dog.

After I did the pencil work, I started drawing over it with a pen. Conan came to the back to see how we're doing.

"Can I finish this later?", I asked, "I could go on forever."

"Tell me", he ask, "When was your first world series?"

"What-!?", I replied.

I started getting the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be drawing. The other guy looks like he came from the Major League Baseball association.

I...suppose it was Rome....uh, yeah. February 17, 2005

I was in a balcony over what was supposed to be the Roman collesium. Except it looked like some run down apartment building. Around me were lower class people in British accents, and Tim Robbins, the actor.

It was hard to see but everyone was cheering on the action. I can only assume it was a gladiator match.

A bunch of these people arranged themselves in perfect domino fashion in a rectangle. Tim Robbins gave a might push and those people fell down to the ground. They didn't seem to mind laying down. One of them looked over in my direction.

"Oi!", he yelled, "Your standing is offensive ta me. Lay down, why doncha?"

Everyone started laying down on the ground.

"'Ey guard!", he yelled again.

Comming up a long staircase was supposedly a Roman guard. Except he looked more like a Terry Gilliam type of guard character.

"We're laying down, here" the man continued.

"It's a sin against the Roman gods to view the holy games while laying down," replied the Guard laying down the law, "How about that?"

Everybody started standing up again. The guard left downstairs.

I turned around and there was Tim Robbins sitting on the floor hugging his legs.

I turned back to the staircase and the guard had brought up a cot, a blanet and a blue pillow.

The dream faded to a "Later..." scene in which Tim Robbins had escaped. No details were given as to how he escaped, only that he did.

Nice dream interp site:

http://www.lifetreks.com/

I took a nap in my car the other day during lunch break, and while I was asleep I could feel it getting late, so I kept trying to wake myself up, and I just kept rolling over and over in my dream. I even felt dizzy. But I couldn't wake up, it was scary. What I was rolling on would change-rolling in bed, rolling in snow, rolling in grass, etc. I ended up being 40 minutes late from break, yikes. It was very nasty.

k, I had a dream with the Dream King in it that I remember.
I had a 'realm' of somesort, my own little domain. I could fly, there were trees, it was fabulous. Anyway, apparently he wanted to take over my domain (seems like it may have been in the dreaming, so I guess its his right and all) but the rules was that he couldn't have it unless I fell asleep. So we flew around and played tag through the trees and eventually I fell asleep and I woke up and looked up at him, and said, "are you going to take my realm." But he didn't answer