Weird dreams???

[Codeine Coma]

This is a thread where you all get to tell me those fabulous images that we have from night to night. How it works??? Just type down your dreams. Simple eh??? (Not all are Bio-Chemists) The only catch is... it has to be weird. No dreams about doing the dishes or doing the naughty with Bill Clinton. (Well maybe the naughty with Bill dream)

****And others feel free to analyse the dreams****

Anyways....

I just had a dream that I went to go visit an ex- friend with my wife. He and I no longer get along but, in the dream everything was cool again. I get to his house, he comes to the door, and we start to talk about what's been going on with us. He tells me his sister(My ex-booty call), was here, but, she had fled as soon as we pulled up. His Dad comes to talk to us just like he used to. (joint in hand) I say hello...blah,blah.

Then we seee a horse drawn wagon come out of the woods, driven by a preist, and holding two nuns in the back who had hoods covering their faces. (I had the sense that they were virgins) **Cough** Then a man on horseback comes from the woods. we watch him pass by and someone said "I remember those days". I looked around to see who said it, but, quickly loss train of thought of that andLooked up the road at the horse drawn wagon and guy on horseback. I noticed that the guy on horseback was buyiing the nuns off the preist, and was lifting the girls onto his horse. They started to come back down the road, then he stopped and said something inviting us to come watch him do the virgin nuns.

So we all go into his house and he begins to raise hell about all of us being there. I tell him that I am a reporter and his name will be with held from my story. He calms down and starts having sex with one of the nuns. I thought to myself "Geez, you would think a virgin would be in a little bit more pain durring her first time". And proceeded to write on solid black paper in a white pen, poetry about the act I was seeing. I wrote something like "The man climbs on to her like a ogre... Harsh and uncaring. " , then the girl he was penetrating and her fellow nun start to turn into some kind of wraith things. And start flying around the room violently. So, I'm freaking out thinking about how to get the hell out of the room. Then I notice my wife has a weird look on her face and starts to go limp, floating in the air vertically. Then her head lifts and she starts shooting fire from her mouth trying to attack the wraiths and sorching everything in the process. I try to make a joke to my ex-friend about how you don't see this everyday, to lighten the mood. Meanwhile my wife has killed the wraiths and still is floating around shooting fire out from her mouth. The guy who bought the nuns told me to shoot her to get her to stop, and I'm trying to tell her that it's me and I love her and that it's all ok. Then the guy who bought the nuns hands me a gun and says its the only way. So after a debate for awhile with the man I finally take the gun, and shoot her in the forehead. But,all that happens is the bullet falls to the ground after hitting her. No blood or wound. And she falls from the air and passes out.

I run over to her and start crying about how bad I felt and tell her to come back and I should have just let her kill everything. The man who bought the nuns proceeds to tell me how my wife is a decendant from a village that used to battle the wraiths. She wakes up and doesn't remember anything of the firebreathing. So as I'm telling her sorry and explaining what had happened, I wake up.

[Mother Mo]

You should have let me kill them all!

The black paper & white ink is interesting. Black & white in dreams tend to represent aspects of our own ego & alterego. Jung says that every image in a dream is a representaion or personification of our selves. Therefore it could be said that my character in your dream, was actually the personification of something in your own psyche, that I merely helped to represent (I am the personification of heartburn!).

In the dream, you went back into your own past as well as a distant past, implying that you have something to learn there or unfinished business there. It's always important to remember your dreams as you experienced them, rather than as you feel about after waking. There's often quite a bit of room between those two points.

Thanks for shooting me, by the way. Sounds like I needed to settle down a bit.

[Space Traveler 9]

i had this weird dream that a bunch of punkers were circle pitting slowly in a beautiful, gold looking ball room to "Garbage Man" by The Cramps... and then someone came up and smiled at me with a blue and purple pompadore, and walked away, back to the circle pit. My homeboy and I were standing there, watching the people dance. And that was it.

[Vachy]

I don't think I ever have normal dreams, lol. The most interesting one as of late was last week: My boyfriend and I were spending the night at my grandmother's old house. We were in a bunk bed, wearing bathrobes. Then I decided I had to pee before we went to sleep, but the bathroom upstairs was blocked by tables full of beanie babies. So I went downstairs, which turned into outside. I was trying to squat camping-in-the-woods style, but it didn't work well so I got pee on my bathrobe. When I was done I went back upstairs by going through the front yard. But the yard was filled with people, and a voice was talking about nuclear fallout killing the entire population of a small country (which was apparently the yard.) So I thought "Oh no! Nuclear fallout!"and ran back into the house, eager to finally go to sleep. But by then, I had decided it felt like a dream, so I woke up...