So last night I dreamt that I was in some sort of dramatic TV supernatural-themed series like "The Ghost Whisperer" or something, and I was the tough but caring male lead. The female lead was going to pieces because we had just returned to the old hovel where we'd earlier spoken with a mysterious old lady who knew more than she would let on, but ( Read more... )

Another dream

Last night, I dreamed that it was my birthday and I was having a huge garden party and you guys were all there and I was drinking toasts to you. And also all the drinks were star Trek themed.

I dreamed that I was in a Stephen King book which doesn't exist in real life, but it involved a small town where everyone had to x-ray all their possessions for some reason -- I got the vague feeling that there was a rumor about some hidden treasure which might have been hidden in some mundane object. Anyway, to this end, everyone brought piles of ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night that there was a giant spider living in my anus. So huge that its legs stuck out and reached the ground and it carried me around helplessly. Despite the hugeness of its legs, the spider's body must have been pretty small to fit back there, so I think it was some sort of giant mutant daddy long legs ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed that I was a lovable Cockney school girl, newly arrived at a prestigious British boarding school. I spent most of the dream chatting up the very fetching pudgy prefect and desperately trying to fake a plausible Cockney accent, because, despite the fact that I actually was Cockney in the dream, I kept slipping into some sort of ( Read more... )

So I had one of the most bizarre yet coherent dreams ever last night.

I was a young black woman named Helen, dressed in some sort of quasi-1980s jazzercise outfit, what with tights, leg warmers and one of those baggy off-the-shoulder style tops. I also had my long frizzy hair up in one of those weird side ponytails like the girl in Napoleon ( Read more... )

I keep a small pad next to my bed so that I can jot down interesting dreams when I wake up. Unfortunately, my handwriting is atrocious at the best of times and pretty much illegible when I'm half asleep.

Last night I apparently dreamt about "Jason Mewes harmonica up the nose, 911 caboose?" and then a little diagram of a stick figure doing

I was sent to a high school prom in order to cover it for a newspaper. Dirty_Baka was also there, I think she was my co-worker on this mission. We brought an old printing press to show to the kids, but I was afraid that they would break it and I would get in trouble with the Vatican ( Read more... )