Posted by beardedlady on March 23, 2002, at 5:46:44
In reply to Re: Scary Dreams » beardedlady, posted by IsoM on March 22, 2002, at 19:24:25
Are you Iranian? It's so weird to be someone else in a dream. I'll have to ask around if anyone's had that happen. I suppose metaphorically we're all someone else in a dream--the person who flies through a fear of heights, etc. But this is simply bizarre. Is the son who doesn't want to hear your dreams the same one who dreams he is someone else?
The reason I said the post was boring was the same thing as what your son says. I think my dreams are really exciting, but I'm not sure they make a good story. It's more interesting to the other person if he or she knows you AND is in the dream!
So, Iso, last night's dream was wild. I often have pee dreams--I have to go to the bathroom, but all the stalls are full, so I run around looking for an empty one. Or else they're up high, and I have to climb. Or I just don't fit into the small space for the toilet area. Sometimes the peeing area is just a big room with toilets, showers, and tubs, and there are no curtains or anything.
You don't have to read any further. This is just helping me to remember the dream!
So last night, these two girls were behind me in the line, but I was first, so I went first. But I couldn't fit in the little stall that was up high, and the big stall was kind of dirty, so I went to one in a "dangerous" area. Lots of big men were using the pay phones next to this lone, free-standing stall, and I got in the door on the other side of them without anyone seeing me. Before I pull my pants down, this big guy starts peeking under the stall, so I kicked the door opened and shook my finger at him. Then he grabbed me, and I screamed for someone to help, but the others just turned around and looked the other way. I got free and ran down the hall, screaming.
Then the police came and were going to shoot him while I and a friend and my daughter waited outside. I was afraid she'd get hit by a bullet, so we walked in the dark until we found a place to hide until the man was dead. But there was a possibility that the cop would die, instead, and I'd never be able to get my car keys out of the building. So we sat on a step in front of a great clothing store, and we smoked one of my friend's cigarettes.
THEN MY HUSBAND STARTED SNORING, AND I WOKE UP. FIVE TIMES!
So I've been up since ten of five (I went to bed at 9:15, though, so it's okay).
Bye.
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