<p>^^^I have a guilt-laden Irish-German Catholic upbringing, plus adoptee guilt. Maybe that’s why my dreams tend to be so vivid. </p>
<p>Oh, gosh, we all have guilt-laden [insert ethnicity] [insert religion] upbringing!</p>
<p>The can’t dial phone dream – I forgot that one! I try to dial a phone number, but I mess up repeatedly and have to start over. I don’t know why I can’t do it. That one is very, very frustrating.</p>
<p>Oh I have the phone dialing one too!</p>
<p>I had a dream recently that I lost my backpack which has my cell phone. I rarely carry a backpack.</p>
<p>I have dreams that repeat…some good, some perplexing, most bad…they involve anything from escaping fires, driving over high bridges I never intended to cross, finding awesome bakeries and jewelry shops , seeing cities I have visited …I used to have tornado dreams until I saw one back in 1995</p>
<p>When I was young, I often had the “being chased” nightmare. A monster, fire, kidnapper, etc. is getting closer, closer and my legs are going as fast as possible but I’m not moving. Or there is a bad person trying to open the door. The door isn’t locked, but I’m holding the doorknob as tight as I can and the evil person is slowly turning the knob. Just as the door is being forced open (or the monster/fire/kidnapper reaches me), I wake up. I have a twin sister with whom I shared a room. She always had great dreams of being the hero, rescuing someone from the monster, flying, etc. while I was plagued by nightmares.
I used to have the teeth falling out dream (I used to grind my teeth). I got crowns on most of my teeth about 7 years ago, and I haven’t been grinding my teeth or having that nightmare since then.
A common one I have had is that I’m at an airport or bus station and realize that it is the wrong day/time and I missed the flight/bus (Once in the old days of paper tickets, a travel agent wrote the wrong time on my ticket–for an uncommon international flight. Fortunately the plane was held for me, and one other person with the same issue. It was a horrible feeling–knowing something just isn’t right–why is there no one around when you get to the small airport?–because they are all already on the plane waiting for you!)
I used to be a teacher and have had the dream where I’m in front of a class and I’m shouting, but kids are all sitting there talking to each other, completely ignoring me, can’t hear a word I’m saying. (Yes, this type of thing has happened in real life.)
H has the “naked and unprepared for final in class you realize you never attended all semester” dream. </p>
I don’t THINK this is an anxiety dream, but maybe so:
I have had variations on this dream. Last night, I dreamed that DH and I were in our house and I realized that there was practically a whole other wing with a couple of bedrooms, some kind of family room, and additional dining space. In the dream I was thrilled to find these rooms (I like to decorate), and I was mentally trying to figure out if I could find room in the budget to redo some of them.
Some ladies at the beauty parlor weighed in:
One pointed out that I recently said I have some dear friends I haven’t kept up with as well as I should. My dream was telling me I need to reconnect with these long lost “rooms.”
I’m worried that I’m forgetting essential things, not keeping up with everything I have on my plate.
I really want a bigger house. That was from a guy, lol.
I think I’ve read on this thread somewhere about the extra rooms dream.
I’ve had the same dream, more or less. My interpretation is that I’m beginning to expand into new areas, emotionally and/or literally. I haven’t had that dream in ages, but I always felt happy after I had it.
I think I mentioned on this thread already that I have a few repeat variations of this same dream. In one, I go down to a basement, and there are more rooms, another laundry room, and a back door that I never knew about. In another dream, I climb into the attic, and find a secret door to more rooms.
I have another WEIRD repeat dream about stairs. Sometimes the stairs are being repaired…and sometimes the stairs are incomplete…they just oddly stop before getting to the next level…, so it’s not easy to get from one floor to another. I have this dream often.
^^^^creepy.
I’m determined that some day, I will have a spacious ONE STORY home.
Yes, in so many of my dreams my house seems to expand at will.
I also suffer from frequent lost-tooth, phone dialing, never went to class, can’t find a place to pee, people chasing me dreams… Also have some where I’m crazy and I know it. Is that odd?
ETA punctuation.
When I have had repetitive anxiety dreams, I try to change them because I figure they’re trying to tell me something. So I had dreams of being chased and I decided to ask myself: what the heck am I running from? So I made a mental note to turn and confront in the dream and they stopped that night. I have also had anger dreams and those bother me - don’t want to get angry in my dreams - so I made a mental note to confront what was making me angry and those didn’t as much stop as they changed into non-angry dreams.
I think the weirdest dreams I used to have were ones where I imagined a war and shooting and stuff. I made a mental note to take a closer look at what was going on and I realized no one was dying, no one was being hurt that I was constructing this story and putting it on top of pictures - usually of places like hotel lobbies and public squares. When I looked closer, the dreams stopped.
And my favorite weird dreams were the ones where I’d see something like my childhood house but someone would drive like up the lawn and around. I eventually realized I was sticking in those deeply embedded images of my old house to fill in space, like maybe the actual stuff next to where the guy drove wasn’t clear or known well enough.
When my oldest had nightmares about Captain Hook, I told her the point was to teach her not to be afraid of him so she should turn around and hit him on the nose. She told me it worked.
I almost never have sex dreams, like 3 in my life. I wish I had sex dreams. Maybe I think about it so much I have nothing left to dream about. I’ve only had one dream with a classic symbol. Most of my dreams tie in to what I’ve seen that day.
BTW, I dream in intense color and sometimes laugh out loud while dreaming. I remember some dreams very well. I doubt there’s enough room in my head to remember all of them.
Recently I’ve been having dreams where I need to get dressed for work or whatever and I can’t find my uniform or the exact clothes I need. What a waste of mental energy.
Spider/insect dreams…I wake up swatting at imaginary webs/bugs. I’m a sleep walker too, so sometimes the dreams are so vivid that I jump out of bed. My poor husband has been swatted on more than one occasion.
Forgetting we have a dog, and suddenly remembering we haven’t fed it in weeks. Gut wrenching.
You seem to have an uncanny ability to willfully direct your dreams. Why don’t you try to command a sex scene in your next dream? Worth a try, right?
Just read 50 Shades of Gray before bed? Usually works for me
ETA:tried to add the blushing smiley…where’d it go??
Thanks to the NOVA show on the robotics competition at MIT, I now occasionally have a dream in which I have enrolled in the robot-construction class, the robot competition is in 24 hours, and I just have a boxful of robot pieces. (I wasn’t an undergrad at MIT and I have never taken a robotics class.)
So last night I wake up from a dream that my wife and I were waiting for a bus to New York City, originating from the outskirts of NYC. An announcement is made that a bus is leaving in seconds so I rush to get on the bus and it leaves with me, and not my wife, only to find out that I am on the wrong bus! I call my wife (on speed-dial, I can’t “dial” the phone in my dream) and we work out a way to meet in the city. Later, my next dream has us waiting for a ferry, with two tickets and one “free pass” that can’t be combined with anything else so I am not sure if we can all go or not. I must be getting antsy to travel!
I saw my son’s nursery school teacher from 17 years ago randomly on facebook the other night and then had a dream about her. She knocked on my door at 6am in the snow and left a somewhat tattered brown shipping box on my stoop, containing one stale glazed donut.
I have no idea why.