First, no, nothing sexual.
Second, yes, very vivid, very regular, very much the same theme, and always with the same outcome. Totally set in reality, too, so no space monsters, etc.
I only took one semester of psychology, so I forget if this is my id or whatever trying to tell me what to do. But I do always see what's behind the same curtain, so to speak.
My brother always dreamt that he would climb a mountain and fall down.
He also used to pee himself in bed until he was 13 or so ... not sure its related, but hopefully you are not peeing yourself in bed.
No, fortunately, no peeing in bed. In fact, the dream is 100% not related to bathroom activities.
Coming from the CAD 3D piping design environment (in a real office with real peeps) I every so often find myself in a multi story office complex having difficulty finding my way out to the parking lot (quitting time)...and then I wake up
I have incredibly vivid unusual dreams, always in the same settings, always incredibly familiar and never in a place I've actually been.
There are two themes. One is set in 60's/70's era side/back split house of some sort that has hidden rooms and apartments in the basement. It's so vivid, the house is so familiar, I know the place, the rooms, the hidden entrances, and it always looks exactly the same. And I always get lost and can't find my way back to the rooms and apartments I've just visited.
Another one is set on the street in the east end of a city I lived in 40 years ago. I leave the mall, usually get gas and end up at a store front tire shop where something strange happens like trying to put motorcycle tires on truck rims, trying unsuccessfully to fix a flat, or something completely ridiculous. I'm driving but never see what I'm driving even if I try to
Three or four themes.
I was once talking to a mental health expert about why nobody has good delusions or night horrors. Something to do with our inherent sense of non-worth.
Heh. I remember "a few years ago" (must have been more like 20), I was hanging out with a bunch of friends, some of whom were still grad students. We were talking about recurring dreams and I recounted one where I'm in school, it's 90% of the way through the quarter, and I've just realized that I'm signed up for a class I have never attended and the final is tomorrow.
So I get done telling the story and I hear this loud wail from the back, coming from a normally-quiet woman who was one of the grad students saying "YOU MEAN THEY DON'T STOP WHEN YOU GRADUATE????"
...no, they don't. I still get them to this day and I was class of 1994 :)
codrus (Forum Supporter) said:Heh. I remember "a few years ago" (must have been more like 20), I was hanging out with a bunch of friends, some of whom were still grad students. We were talking about recurring dreams and I recounted one where I'm in school, it's 90% of the way through the quarter, and I've just realized that I'm signed up for a class I have never attended and the final is tomorrow.
So I get done telling the story and I hear this loud wail from the back, coming from a normally-quiet woman who was one of the grad students saying "YOU MEAN THEY DON'T STOP WHEN YOU GRADUATE????"
...no, they don't. I still get them to this day and I was class of 1994 :)
This. Right here. Had it in undergrad and grad school. 10+ years later it still occasionally works it's way back into my mindspace. It's honestly the only recurring dream I remember.
School. Messes ya up for life, haha
I used to dream really vivid dreams, the kicker was I'd remember them for much longer than was normal.*
New meds I'm on have me dreaming again, not sure if that's a side effect of the medication or a side effect of my brain being on more straight than it was. I get a couple reoccurring dreams, but the real weird thing is that I'm starting to have dreams that are sequential. I'll dream one thing on Monday night, then on Tuesday night it will be a different thing, but some aspect of it is directly related to Monday's dream.
* My favorite dream that I can remember is this Santa Claus/Batman mashup. Santa gets robbed and has the crap beaten out of him in this one hyper-violent city. For several years its a city without a christmas and E36 M3 just gets worse and worse. Finally Santa decides to come back, so he gets buff as hell and starts beating the crap out of all the bad guys, stringing them up in wrapping paper and bows and such.
For some reason I tend to either go back to high school or I rejoin the Air Force. Not sure what that says about me. I have been confused lately as my dreams have revolved around bathroom activities and I'm pleasantly surprised to wake up not having peed or pooped the bed. Ok maybe TMI.
I had a recurring dream that I died in a car crash while driving an older Mustang. It was from 10-17.
When I went to buy my first car there was a mustang for sale that was the same price as my truck. My uncle tried to push me to buy it instead but I didn't.
I will never drive a mustang the dream was......really really vivid
Since retirement, I keep having dreams where I'm back at work, putting in long hours and dealing with crap I've happily left behind, then realizing-- "hey, I've retired. You're not paying me and I don't have to do this anymore!"
So, you can add more items to your anxiety dream list on top of high school and college scenarios as you get older.
Viking raiding dream. Always the same people plot picks up the next night and then the next then the next after about a week you start to lose your grip. Mine are violent and incredibly detailed and historically accurate.
Mine are definitely mediation induced.
For most of the 80's my recurring dream was being disembodied, blind, can't move can't talk, no senses at all except hearing. And there is this sonorous authoritative voice, like Cronkite or the Disney announcer, and he's saying stuff. It's words, and it's English, and it's terribly, terribly important that I pay attention to... whatever he's saying, it ain't like I have a choice. Trouble is, it's gibberish. One end to the other.
Gibberish during the dream and even more so after I wake up. I tell you what. I don't miss those, not one bit. Boring . Tedious, even.
In reply to Peabody :
I used to have a very similar dream to yours, although I've not had it in years. In mine it was an old Victorian mansion, that for some reason I remember as having been located in Madison, WI & converted into a restaurant at some point. The outer corridors of the house seemed normal, but as you went deeper into it you encountered more & more hidden passageways & doors, until you ended up in a center room that was almost like a mechanical closet - but more like 20'x20' and open from the basement all the way to the ceiling, with catwalks around the perimeter.
Like your dream, every time I had it I intuitively remembered the location of every hidden door, etc.
Antihero (Forum Supporter) said:I had a recurring dream that I died in a car crash while driving an older Mustang. It was from 10-17.
When I went to buy my first car there was a mustang for sale that was the same price as my truck. My uncle tried to push me to buy it instead but I didn't.
I will never drive a mustang the dream was......really really vivid
That's your fate in an alternate timeline.
wearymicrobe said:Viking raiding dream. Always the same people plot picks up the next night and then the next then the next after about a week you start to lose your grip. Mine are violent and incredibly detailed and historically accurate.
Mine are definitely mediation induced.
You are actually a viking and this reality is what you dream every night.
I've had one since I was ten or so; weird stuff has happened then happened in "real life". Oddly, it's set in a church tent revival (?), and there are people I've known in the past as well as .... people I haven't yet met. Freaked me out when my college roommates girlfriend showed up one night with a girl from her dorm hall that I hadn't met before but had appeared in my dream since I was 15.... Not as frequent now, maybe twice a year?
I have the recurring work/school dreams already mentioned. Work usually goes somewhere along the lines of walking into work and finding out I'm supposed to be starting a large, high profile jury trial on a case I haven't even looked at. School is the forgot about a class, need it to graduate, haven't studied, etc.
The weird one is one I used to have at least once per month for several years. I'm in a large clearing in the middle of a very dense jungle. It's maybe 100-150 yards across. I'm standing in the middle of the field, where various paths all converge (sort of like I'm standing on the hub of a wagon wheel and the paths are the "spokes") Simultaneously, a large, dangerous animal emerges from the jungle, one on each path. (The one's I can remember are elephant, rhino, gorilla, cheetah and lion. These appear in every dream, there are other animals which vary during different occurrences of the dream) In the dream, I'm realizing to get out of the clearing, I'm going to have to fight one of the animals to get down their path and out of the clearing. I end up spinning around in the center trying to pick the "weakest link", but I'm basically paralyzed with indecision. All of the animals rush me at once and just when they're about to pounce, I wake up.
I assumed it was about being indecisive and passive in life and feeling like I wasn't controlling my own destiny.
I have a lot of dreams about being at flea markets/conventions/toy stores etc. and finding all sorts of really cool, never seen before, rare Ford model kits and diecast cars. Sometimes I even manage to buy them before I wake up and realize "aw heck they aren't real and I can't buy them because they don't exist."
This probably stems from my severe obession with owning all the cool weird stuff that I can possibly get my hands on.
I used to have recurring dreams about not being prepared for a final exam, not having attended class, not having read the material, not having done the exercises, etc. and completely blown off all the classes for the entire semester. I think others dream this too. But since I retired I don't have those dreams anymore, for some reason. I'd like to know what a "shrink" would say about that. It's probably related to stress, pressure and deadlines and commitments, but that's just my guess.
Javelin (Forum Supporter) said:Antihero (Forum Supporter) said:I had a recurring dream that I died in a car crash while driving an older Mustang. It was from 10-17.
When I went to buy my first car there was a mustang for sale that was the same price as my truck. My uncle tried to push me to buy it instead but I didn't.
I will never drive a mustang the dream was......really really vivid
That's your fate in an alternate timeline.
I believe it, or that it's a warning. There's a woman in the passenger seat too but I've apparently never met her.....or not yet.
I also used to lucid dream a lot, fun times
I've had the school dreams where I haven't studied, or didn't know I was registered for a class or something. Not a regular thing. Pretty rare.
Normally, I barely remember the context of my dreams, much less the details. Although I'm aware of them when I awaken, I don't usually retain the details in my memory.
I do know that if my dreams reflect some aspect of feeling stress, I'm back working on the horse tracks again. In fact, I call them my stress dreams.
I may be a groom, a trainer or working for a veterinarian, but like I said I don't remember the details for long.
I do have rare dreams where I fight someone, or I have to fight off a big dog.
Sometimes I'm running a small boat in rough seas.
I dreamed about my grandfather recently, and another time, my dad. Both times I had to remind myself that they're both dead after I woke. Seemed to be so real.
These are all highly entertaining to read, especially as someone who vaguely remembers about 5 dreams per year, and those are only for a few minutes
I only had this one when I had a fairly high fever, which I did quite a bit when I was a kid.
I'm on a large featureless plain. There is an enormous smooth ball that is rolling toward me and no matter which way I run or how fast, it is always right there.
Haven't had that dream for about twenty years and then got pneumonia (with a high fever, of course...) and there I was, running from that damn ball again.
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