What Did You Dream Last Night?

A reoccurring dream of mine is trying to park my car but the brakes do not work. Or if they do, they are spongy and slow to respond. I constantly pass the point at which I wish to stop and then must place the vehicle into reverse to correct it. Thing is, reverse is just the same. No control over braking. Before I know it, I'm in a panic just trying to maintain some sense of control of the vehicle so as not to crash it into other cars or curbs, coasting slowly in a car hoping that it will eventually just stop on its own. The physics of it feel like one of those table-top air hokey pucks, floating on a cushion of air. Just sliding around *with no real friction to slow me down.


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*without no* is ain't so great english words typing.

I remember distinctly that I was over at my Mother’s house, and for whatever reason, I was about to show her Idi i smotri. I cautioned her by stating this was the most disturbing film I’ve never seen. I stated that it was totally up to her whether she wanted to go through with this, and she proclaimed it was fine.

The film itself, was something to the liking of ‘Idi i smotri’, but somehow it takes place in Mexico (but it just looks that way, because it’s still in Russia… apparently.) In the opening, Florya reads a newspaper about the live-action Scooby Doo remake, right before he’s called for breakfast.

A long series of events that I can't even remember, go by at a quick pace. Afterwards, the film starts to a take a turn towards the disturbing, and surreal. It's almost ambient in the way that It's carried out. At a certain point in the film (my best guess being when Florya comes home to find out that his family is gone, considering he looked very dirty and gaunt): Spongebob, James P. Sullivan, and Mr. Incredible all come out of nowhere; Spongebob looks the most horrifically animated, and not in a “bad” way. It seems like almost every 8 seconds, the animator changes his appearance to something outlandishly scary, but still in the vein of the character’s design. They all take their turns to verbally assault him, continuously; Florya is nearly in tears because of this. Spongebob does the most of this. Saying such vile things that you wouldn’t expect to come out of his mouth. One of the most prominent insults that I can remember, was that he made fun of Florya's name. The most disturbing aspect of this, was that it had the actual voice of Tom Kenny.

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I always have those dreams where a movie I like is WAY better in the dream than in real life. I wake up thinking 'Dammit! Why isn't that the real version?!'

In the last year or two, my dreams hit too close to home. Usually my old home, the one I grew up in from the age of 4 to 19. Many times, my dream is symbolic of something I did the previous day, or things I was thinking of. At about 5am, this girl from another board told me call her. We only spoke for the first time in the previous 24 hours, even though I've been on this particular site for 4-5 years, and for some reason, they decided they revoke my posting privileges. I appealed, because it's absolute nonsense. Anyway, we talked for 4.5 hours. But before I called her, I looked up her cell #, just to see - I always do this. Let's just say I some interesting photos. She's an online escort. I didn't mention any of this. I did sent her a text at night after I was notified my thread creation privileges were revoked. "Hmmmm. Weird" she said. Of course I talked to her about a handful of girls in my past. As great as it was for her to just give me her number, I don't know if we'll talk again. Who knows, who cares. It's probably for the best -- I get attached quickly. Addicted to talking on the phone. Now, to the dream.


I just woke up an hour ago, and wish I would have replied sooner.... Anyway, I'm back at the house I grew up in (which seems to be where many of my dreams occur). I see "the redhead", which a few people still ask about. A too good to be true story, one that would turn Hollywood on its ass. Anyway, I'm standing on my porch, and on my porch, also stands her second boyfriend (I only met her first boyfriend, by chance, when I was at her apartment weeks after I met her). Odd, but she looked different. She wasn't as voluptuous, and in my dream, she was quite skinny, and I remember noticing this in my dream. Now, it reminds me when I saw her in 2002ish, and afterwards, I called my ex-best friend Ray (reference), and he asked how she looked, and to start a sorrow conversation on a positive note, I replied, "She's gained some pounds".


I remember looking at her, but she wouldn't look at me. No eye contact. As if she was standing beside her car, waiting for the jagoff on my driveway. Which reminds me of the last time I saw her. 2009, stoned, after spending 4.5 months in Europe, but it was me who stood next to my car in her driveway. Let's just say it wasn't a good conversation, and I haven't seen her in almost 13 years -- but I'm still dreaming out her, and still talking to her (ala phone call yesterday).


I don't know if I verbally asked, but I wondered, "Why doesn't she come down?".... I think and almost sure I finally waved to her, to no answer.



I post on many sites, so I'm not sure if I posted it on here, but for the past handful of years, I wondered if the other person was thinking of you (consciously, or in their dreams), which is the reason for the union in the unconscious. I actually hate dreams. They are lose-lose. If it's a great one, you'll have to wake up to the reality. If it's an awful one, it kinda sticks around. I have no where to escape to. My imagination and conscience is out of control!

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Shut had some weird dreams last night/this morning.


Just before I wake up, I'm running somewhere to get my phone I lost. Previously I lost my shoes but I had found them though now when I look down at my feet they are different shoes. Im in a town with shops but I run into an overgrown field for some reason and I leave my bag..


Skip~Skip


I'm running back to get my bag. There's two nerdy looking guys going through my bag and I think I shout to them, they start to walk off casually with something from my bag totally unperturbed by me.


But I quickly lose sight of them when some guy in a really nice suit, really handsome guy that looks like a millionaire just scoops up my entire bag.


I don't know if I even try to chase this guy because in a very quick movement he puts my bag on the ground, goes down on top of it on both knees and the thing takes off like it's got ****ing wheels at 50mph on flat road.