I was outside somewhere near my randomly dream-created house, with my randomly dream-created parents. They were apparently Russian, while I was born in the US and had grown up here. Also, my husband was a modern-day version of Indiana Jones, at about age 40-45. He was back at the house as this started ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how this dream started, but I know at some point the Star Trek episodes I'd been watching before sleeping inspired a rocket launch that contained a nuclear warhead. The dream-plot idea was that it had to explode in the atmosphere way before it hit its actual target, and I knew that whoever had sabotaged the rocket had succeeded. This ( Read more... )

I was standing on a beach somewhere. There was a city off in the distance, in a valley created by surrounding mountains with a lot of snow on them. I don't think anybody I know was there with me, and I really am not sure what city that was supposed to be, or even what country I was supposed to be in (kinda thinking I was on vacation somewhere ( Read more... )

(I've forgotten a lot of this one... I should have gotten up and written it down... d'oh!)

( contains spoiler(s) for the movie Deja Vu )

I was Riddick, but on modern day earth (the details of this are kinda fuzzy now). I remember planting explosive devices all over a building that had an extensive underground complex attached. (It might have had something to do with the government, or some sort of secretive organization.) I wasn't sure I could get out without someone noticing I ( Read more... )

I was a female character of some sort in the universe of the movie The Specialist (starring Sylvester Stallone). I don't remember what his name was in the dream but in the movie it's Ray so let's go with that. Ray was elsewhere, and I think I was sort of an FBI agent who'd gotten romantically involved with him. Where I was at the start of the dream ( Read more... )

I was the daughter of a man who flipped out and decided to bomb a city or something. The details on this dream are sketchy but I remember I didn't want to help him. There were journalists coming for an interview at the building the guy was holed up in, and for some reason he didn't want them to see me. They were coming faster than he'd anticipated ( Read more... )