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Any interesting dreams to relate? (Or is that an oxymoron?)--Al
-- Al Schroeder (firstname.lastname@example.org), April 14, 2000
Well, let's see.. Last night I dreamt I was in The Sim's game. (I was a sim) The only way however you could become a sim, was to think about it all day and then go to sleep and dream about it. Well, I kept looking everywhere, searching frantically for my boyfriend, I thought I saw him and went up to this guy and said "What's your name?" He laughed and told me, "Dave" Then Dave's kids came walking up and so I left. I couldn't find him. I dreamt for months and could never find him in my dreams. Finally, he showed up and I ran up to him, jumped into his arms and asked him where he had been. He told me that he didn't think about the game enough to dream.
A bit confusing, but interesting none the less..
-- Jen (email@example.com), April 15, 2000.
In conversation lately there have been two "allegories, maybe ?" talked about and somehow this twisted mind combined them. I am walking along a beach with Jesus nd it seems that I am retracing the steps of my life. I am very deep in concentration and talking deeply about the things I had encountered through life and the troubles encountered on the way. I noticed that only Jesus' footprints were showing for a long stretch of the lonely beach and then mine resumed along side of his. I thought about it a bit, and then asked him to tell me why that was. He said, "There for a time I carried you." We walked further along in the same line that time had passed by and we were talking about the time I had committed myself to him, I came upon the most confused jumble of foot prints and although I puzzled and thought, it escaped me and I asked Him about it. He said, "You know, that is where we danced !" Such a novel dream, but dancing was not unknown in biblical times.
-- Denver doug (Ionoi@webtv.net), April 15, 2000.
In the strangest dream I've had over the past few months, I was with my boyfriend-of-sorts John. He grasped my hand and I swam across the Delaware River fully clothed, just behind him. Somehow I got to the other side first, though, and helped him out of the water.
Next thing I know we were in a shopping mall and I was in Victorias Secret looking at bras and cool corsets. We ended up realizing that the store was large and labyrinthine, with many different sections branching out like a cross. Of course, I kept going down the wrong ones and feeling lost, and I knew it was a long way back to the beginning. But I had these cool gymnastic abilities in the dream, and so there I am doing handsprings and backflips and other cool people tricks, all the way to the front of the store.
For some reason a mother (sometimes his and sometimes mine--she alternated), who was driving a minivan, dropped John and I off at some kind of outdoor American-Gladiators type of place. Suddenly there were large and menacing people all around us. We wanted to sneak out because somehow this place was evil, but we couldnt. We therefore had to go through the course.
We had to run across astroturf (which was every colour of the rainbow) and do all these wacky stunts and then leap through a wooden frame with all kinds of ropes strung inside it without touching any of the rope or wood. I did all the stunts amazingly but then I leapt through the frame and I didnt fully qualify to leave the place yet because my foot touched the wooden part as I leapt through. A large black man loomed in my path and told me that since I didnt pass, I couldnt leave. And I wanted out.
I knew that even if I kept trying, it might be several tries before I made it through, and it would take ages. And even if I didnt, I didnt feel like it. So I decide to rebel.
I feel like Im about to just run for the exit, were John is waiting for me, but I hesitate, and turn towards the man, who is standing beside the wooden frame with his muscly black arms folded before him.
How about you DO IT AGAIN, he says, forcefully.
(This is where it gets REALLY wierd--Im warning you...)
I am smirking, feeling strong, feeling empowered, and apparently feeling somewhat obsence. I look into his face and bark:
How about you eat my motherfucking (insert bad genital term here)?
...AND here, have some parmesan cheese! I yell.
Im holding a container of Kraft Grated Parmesan, and I shake it wildly in his direction once, sending the little granules his way.
Okay, he sheepishly replies.
But Ive already turned on my heel, and bolted off like a rabbit, bounding toward my goal, whatever it was.
Proof positive that Im insane, at least subconciously, I tell ya.
-- Forlaetan (firstname.lastname@example.org), April 26, 2000.
I'm always having wierd dreams. I dreamt I was walking through some woods near my house. I walked for some time, along a path that I usually walk. It was getting late, but I was not tired. On this particular walk I decided to walk a different path. So I crossed a creek and continued until I reached a gate. The gate was open, and it was suddenly very dark. There was no fence around the gate. Just an open gate. As i approached I noticed a group of people standing on the other side. A man stepped forward. He was one of my best friend in reality. He simply apprached the gate, and said"I've been waiting for some time for this" I was confused but had a bad feeling about it. Suddenly the rest of the people came running towards me. I ran the opposite way, jumping and ducking under branchs. I don't remember how it ended. But when I woke I took a walk in the woods. I found the same spot in the woods, but there was no gate, just a dried out pond. I walked over to the pond and noticed a lot of small holes. I bent down to look at one when a group of grass snakes crawled out. I know that grass snakes are harmless, but I am terrified of snakes. I took off like a bat out of hell. Please feel free to email me.!! it's nice sharing these things
-- Jaspal (Jesse) Singh Gill (email@example.com), January 30, 2001.