Last night I dreamt I was back in college. It was finals. I had three papers due I hadn’t even started. The kitchen staff made a dessert buffet for all us up late, studying. It was all cookies – sugar cookies, brownies, peanut butter cookies – you name it. I kept eating and eating and eating. Then I woke up.
LOL–I had a version of the “can’t open up my locker and late for class” dream.
I was in GRAD school! And I kept thinking–you have to sign up for this! WHY would I be in grad school?
But there I was…don’t know the schedule, late for classes I didn’t want to go to, no books, no idea where I was going.
And a bar over to the side where I could just go to and forget this awful mess. Guess my brain wasn’t totally gone.
I dreamed last night that Jerry Seinfeld was my lover. 
I always have the back in high school forgot my locker combo and what classes I take…panicking what to do next.
Hmm… Sensing a theme here, with one interesting exception. 
Dreamed it was move in day at college–I was the one moving in. I had all this stuff and I was lugging it up flight after flight of spiral staircases. My parents were ahead of me somewhere, but I could never catch up to them.
Then I met Oprah on the stairway. She seemed as overwhelmed as I was, but she gave me a hug.
Dreamed that I was in a war zone in a large barracks. Guys in dress uniforms were typing on old manual typewriters. I wasn’t little, but I wasn’t current age. I ended up curled on the floor next to a man in a flight suit, who also had another girl under his other arm. She seemed kind of annoyed that I was there. We were watching movies for distraction despite the shelling. The movie stopped, and we had the “reload” it with tennis balls. There were two kinds … some marked with one word and some with another. I can’t remember the words now … something like “research” and “reference.” At first, I gave him the wrong one. A man was outside the door, the enemy, but he never bothered us. I woke up.
wow ^^^
I dreamed I was sitting in an office with the current president (it was not oval) and he wanted me to come work for him.
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I dreamed that I saw George Clooney and Julia Roberts sitting in a car (inside a building; such are dreams), and I agreed to not take their picture when George kindly asked me not to.
These are funny! I wish I would have the Jerry Seinfeld dream but with George Clooney.
My crazy dream (recurring) is driving a school bus full of children. I keep going around a lake but there are no streets to turn on to get to the school so I just keep driving around the lake. For many years I did drive a minivan and I always had D, S, and several other kids to take to school, practices, games, etc.
I dreamed I met my Ds new boyfriend, and he greeted me by grabbing me from behind and smashing some ravioli into my eyeball.
How will I be able to look this kid in the eyes when I meet him this week IRL ?? Luckily the restaurant we are meeting at does not serve ravioli!
I am laughing so hard, @powercropper. I hope some day you will be able to tell the boyfriend about this dream.
I sure wish I could remember dreams, or if I have any. D loves her dreams and tries to remember them. Sometimes she doesn’t want to wake because she’s enjoying them so much.
The college stress dreams are very normal and I hate them. There is a test and I’ve skipped class all semester. Or I just remembered I have a math class (it’s always math), and I can’t remember the room. So glad to wake.
I normally don’t remember dreams past a day. But a couple I do. In one, I’m dating Christopher Reeves and kissing him. That was a few years back. Another one just recently, my oldest DS is about 2 again and climbs into bed with me and I’m cuddling him while he sleeps. That was so real and vivid that I was in a good mood when I woke up. I told DH at breakfast " I got to spend some time with our little boy in my dreams"
Order ravioli anyway and then look at the boyfriend to see what his reaction is. If his hand moves to the rolls watch out.
Last night, I dreamt about working at a place I left moons ago. I have these dreams periodically and I’m always working in a very junior capacity to the job I had and things are always in a state of chaos. It was a stressful work environment. It just amazes me how the years tick by yet I still have these dreams. Makes me very empathetic with those that face PTSD from truly harrowing events in their lives.
I seldom remember dreams but when I do, they almost invariably involve travel and very large indoor spaces with soaring ceilings - like giant shopping malls or airport terminals. Or world fair pavilions. I recently had a dream where I was trying to track down someone on a cruise ship - apparently secretly because I think I went through back hallways and through a kitchen and an empty auditorium. Somehow it segued into a giant resort onshore when I exited the theater.
My only true nightmare was after a week of being on Cipro due to diverticulitis. I dreamed two burglars with guns had entered my bedroom. I had read that nightmares were a potential side effect and never ever ever intend to take that med again.
I keep having dreams that I’m pregnant. They’re all different and bizarre and I always wake up right before I give birth. The most recent one, last night put me in the 19th century at some point (but I was from the present?) and I kept demanding to go to a hospital to give birth. The womenfolk around me were like “huh? what? no?” since that is not what hospitals were for then…
I am reading for prelims which include the history of medicine with a focus on reproductive health. I think it might just be getting to me a bit lol.
I can’t remember what medicine I was on but one of the meds they put me on caused me to have VIVID nightmares. I woke up screaming almost nightly. I went off that pretty quickly.
Whenever I dream about being inside my home, it’s the house I grew up in. I never dream about myself in my current house. Even though I’m dreaming about myself as an adult, it’s always in that house where I haven’t lived since 1972. Weird.
I don’t usually remember dreams but I remember this one from last night.
I dreamt that I met with my cousins that I hadn’t seen or been in contact with in almost 25 years since they live abroad.
We had a fun time together and told stories of the last time we had met. (when we were teenagers) I got to meet their college aged kids and my daughter got to meet her distant cousins. I hope one day I can go visit them and make this dream come true.