Poll of the Day > I found where I wrote down some of my dreams

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Maybe I'll post them here and give them titles. I haven't remembered any dreams for a while. I always like reading them again after I wake up and write them down

Condiment Drawers
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I had a dream that i was in some pizza shop at the mall and i was taking forever to decide. I finally decided and there was this huge menu thing around the counter with all these huge 90s style buttons for selecting what you wanted. They had printed graphics around the buttons for it. A lot of the buttons opened these drawers on the menu that you pulled out and picked the condiment out of it with your hands, like lettuce, tomatoes, fried chicken pieces. And I thought it was gross because everyone was just using their hands on it.

So since I had decided what I wanted, I started pressing the buttons, and a big fire alarm went off and everybody started evacuating the building. I went to the lady who ran the pizza counter and I said"this is a stupid question, but is there any way I could have caused this alarm with the menu buttons?" and she said "No."

I had this other part of the dream where some guy was a ghost and he was explaining that for him the air feels like thick water where you naturally float up so you have to hold on to something to not float away.
He needed to go get something and he climbed up this huge church and almost floated into the sky but was able to hold on to the little ledges of the church.

Then the ghost man met Ornstein and Smough from dark souls and they tried to kill him
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The alarm was totally your fault.

Also any clue as to where these dreams may be stemming from? Most of the time, it is a creative use of existing memories.
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Reiker Renner
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I was living in my childhood home, and I guess it was supposed to be just after my birthday. I found all these leftover gifts that I hadn't opened yet.

I also remember something about a girl who turned into a vampire, but she didn't find out about it until a guy came up to her and told her they were going to try to curse her to give her soul back.

Anyway, I started opening the gifts and one of them was this strange thing that looked like of like a fancy cake, but it was actually some kind of decoration or statue. It was a box with a receipt for the item on it
and there was a receipt in it that had the name Reiker Renner on it as the cashier, and it was dated 1999.

I was in the kitchen on the first floor of our house, with my sister and my mom. We had the lights low and the TV on really quiet as if we didn't want to wake anyone up. My mom started telling us the story of this Reiker Renner guy, who used to work as a cashier in some store at a college. Apparently he was accused of killing someone, but he maintained it was an accident. While in jail, he studied law and eventually won an appeal to reduce his sentence due to it being an accidental death (they had charged him with the wrong crime or something).

Then my sister and I went to the basement, and I showed her my telekinesis. It's pretty odd, but I often have this specific type of telekinesis in dreams, where I open my hand as if I expect an object to come to me and that object will glide through the aid toward me.

When we went down in the basement, there were hundreds of rows of shelves with groceries and I could see all of these made up brands of snacks, jars of pickles... It was like there was an entire Sam's Club in our basement, there was so much food down there. Then I woke up
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elg3cko posted...

The alarm was totally your fault.

Also any clue as to where these dreams may be stemming from? Most of the time, it is a creative use of existing memories.

Don't really know. My dreams are usually pretty strange and cryptic. I'm not sure where it comes from. Sometimes I think it's just random and other times I think some aspects are some level of subconscious metaphor but I can't really say for what.
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Martin Short Rises Again
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I was held hostage by Will Sasso and Martin Short who have been reanimated after being killed by me and my teammates. My teammates were Eliza Dushku and some other celebrities. We kill demons who pretend to be human or something. We're locked in a room with the brainwashed people on the Sasso/Short side who are angry that we've killed so many 'people', even though they were actually demons.

There's a computer monitor cable coming out of the ground, which seems insidious for some reason. After the leaders leave the room we hook the cable up to the big TV on the table and start watching movies. I get the idea that if I cut the cable we'll somehow reduce the enemies' powers. I look through the drawers and find some pet nail clippers, which I think I can use to cut the monitor wire.

I have to warn the leader of my group (can't remember who it is, some actor) when Martin Short's coming back in the room. I try very ineffectively to hide my pet nail clippers, and try to make some comments about why we messed with the cable -- we wanted to watch movies and the computer in the room had an ethernet connection, so it'd be better to watch things from the internet. Then i looked at the screen and was like "oh wait, it's on wifi I guess actually."

At one point I kill the undead Martin Short and then Will Sasso enters the room. I swing Martin Short's body as a bludgeon to try to fend him off.
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Hyperload
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I can't remember the beginning, but it had to do with being in a really beat-up old house. Somehow I summoned this demon named Hyperload, who wore bulky black winter clothes so that no one could tell he wasn't a person. He carried around a shotgun and would shoot anyone he saw unless I told him not to. So, he was at my house wandering around and I had to tell him not to shoot a few people, whom I don't remember, and then we came across my dad in the kitchen. My dad doesn't live there in real life, but in the dream he was just standing in front of the TV watching it. Then, Hyperload looked at me, and I didn't say anything, so he shot my dad in the heart, but for some reason it just looked like it burned a little skin off or something and he didn't die. My dad left or disappeared or something after that.

Then Hyperload went outside and started wandering around in the snow, when these two hunters who were also wandering around saw him and decided to hunt him down. He came back inside but I had to try and close all the doors so that they wouldn't come and get him. I got the one door closed, but when I got back into the kitchen I saw that Hyperload or somebody else had ripped the door off the hinges, so all I could do was go retrieve the door from the snow and prop it up against the frame.

Then my mom got home from a casino which she went to because she got free money to play there (which actually happened in real life the night before I had this dream) but she had this little receipt that said what she won, and it said she only won thirteen dollars the whole time, and that she spent an extra hundred dollars while she was there. Then I think I woke up
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bump
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ur dreams suck, buncha rando things, there's no consistancy.
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GhostGiblet posted...

Condiment Drawers

Was thinking something different when I read drawers.
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GhostGiblet posted...

Hyperload

I was hoping for cyborg porn...

One of my favorites of mine was the jar of dark pickles that would imprison the souls of anyone who ate from it. You'd take a bite and a dark force would take control of your body. You'd spend the rest of eternity as a spectator, watching yourself do evil deeds.

Mover_of_Zigs posted...

GhostGiblet posted...

Hyperload

I was hoping for cyborg porn...

One of my favorites of mine was the jar of dark pickles that would imprison the souls of anyone who ate from it. You'd take a bite and a dark force would take control of your body. You'd spend the rest of eternity as a spectator, watching yourself do evil deeds.

Haha, I like that
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One last bump... my friend said he thinks Condiment Drawers is about how I'm afraid to inconvenience other people
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I hate inconveniencing people. (unless they're assholes)

I dreamed the other night that a giant bee wanted to marry me, until a giant fly that it used to date said it was pregnant and wanted to get back together so they could both raise their fly-bee child.
There was also a restless red wolf ghost at the top of a tower, but I was able to calm it and it turned blue.
I wonder what that one means.

Mover_of_Zigs posted...

I hate inconveniencing people. (unless they're assholes)

I dreamed the other night that a giant bee wanted to marry me, until a giant fly that it used to date said it was pregnant and wanted to get back together so they could both raise their fly-bee child.
There was also a restless red wolf ghost at the top of a tower, but I was able to calm it and it turned blue.
I wonder what that one means.

That is really interesting, especially that your dream was full of all of those different animal figures. I love the way dream logic works
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I used to have those dreams about my teeth falling out, which I googled and it turned out had something to do with like not being confident sexually or something like that

Then I lost my virginity and started having regular sex in college and the dreams stopped.
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Muffinz0rz posted...

I used to have those dreams about my teeth falling out, which I googled and it turned out had something to do with like not being confident sexually or something like that

Then I lost my virginity and started having regular sex in college and the dreams stopped.

I haven't heard about the sexuality aspect. I know that's an extremely common dream. I've just heard it being associated with a feeling of a lack of control, but who knows.
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What about a vendor inside a convenience store who's selling strips of deep fried human flesh?

I'd really like to run some of these by someone who studies this kind of stuff. I've written down a lot of them and I'm probably deeply troubled

Mover_of_Zigs posted...

What about a vendor inside a convenience store who's selling strips of deep fried human flesh?

I'd really like to run some of these by someone who studies this kind of stuff. I've written down a lot of them and I'm probably deeply troubled

Hmm...I don't know really how to interpret dreams, or how metaphorical they are. In my psychology classes at school there were lots of different theories on how dreams worked, from them being completely random all the way to a Freudian style of interpretation (Which has fallen out of favor). If we're being metaphorical, I could guess that maybe that could mean you're concerned about the ethics of the food industry ( / not knowing what's in your food), or maybe something about eating meat in general? Or maybe just how ruthless companies are in marketing to us, that they would approach you in a store and try to present human flesh to you as something appealing
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GhostGiblet posted...

Mover_of_Zigs posted...

What about a vendor inside a convenience store who's selling strips of deep fried human flesh?

I'd really like to run some of these by someone who studies this kind of stuff. I've written down a lot of them and I'm probably deeply troubled

Hmm...I don't know really how to interpret dreams, or how metaphorical they are. In my psychology classes at school there were lots of different theories on how dreams worked, from them being completely random all the way to a Freudian style of interpretation (Which has fallen out of favor). If we're being metaphorical, I could guess that maybe that could mean you're concerned about the ethics of the food industry ( / not knowing what's in your food), or maybe something about eating meat in general? Or maybe just how ruthless companies are in marketing to us, that they would approach you in a store and try to present human flesh to you as something appealing

Or something about how we're all just cattle, meandering through a pointless life where the end result is the same for everyone
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