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DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Odd dreams last night. Just before the 4am bathroom break I was in like, the Matrix or an immersive videogame or something. I was in a team that had to infiltrate a house and find something while another team was also trying to. It may have been my house. Thing is, it starts with us skyscraper high. Were we on an actual skyscraper? I can't remember, but when it was time to go we all just jumped and dropped and next thing you know we're all on the top floor of the house. The people I was with (I think they were a couple) headed into one bedroom and I headed into the other bedroom, where I knew there were some guns. The other team got the drop on my partners so I quietly picked up a .45 and waited for one of them to come into the other bedroom. They did before I was quite ready with the gun. I hadn't got the hammer back and they were close enough to get their hand on the gun but I managed to fire it. Of course it didn't fire so I cocked it again and pulled the trigger again to no effect. At this point the guy is getting cocky and backs off to stand there and smirk while I rack the slide generally fail to get the gun to work. But there's also a .357 there so I snatch that up and point out that it will likely work, at which point the guy sees I have a point--and I wake up.

Next dream has, like hit men and dirty cops and such at a nightclub. In this dream I decide "fuck it, I'm just going to come in shooting becuase I'm so outnumbered." I jump down from a sort of catwalk for lights, onto the bar and shoot a few people. There is return fire and reloads and even though the shots are with a pistol at pretty respectable distances at moving targets while I'm moving too, I'm hitting pretty much everyone I shoot at. Guns almost never work for me in dreams so it is wild that they'd work so well in a dream. At some point an FBI guy who apparently hasn't seen me bear hugs me from behind and it becomes clear that he thinks I'm an innocent bystander that needs to be evacuated. So I play it cool and hope this happens before anyone figures out who I am. Finally we get the all clear and a bunch of people get hustled to a waiting SUV but I manage to break away and try to act like I'm running into the woods because I'm hysterical with fear and not because I'm the guy they're after.
 
Started to think I wasn't going to have any (at least that I remembered) last night and then on got in just under the wire. And it is a recurring one, now that I think about it (or at least a recurring theme), but somehow it feels real enough that I had to think about it and go "no, that's a dream and I've had variations on it before."

I decide I'm going to do something with my motorcycle only the front end is all messed up. The forks twist on themselves every time I try to turn it. And there's just, like makeshift wheelbarrow or dolly wheels cobbled to the bottom of the forks and that's when I remember the front wheel got all bent to hell. So I go looking for it and can't find it and remember the old front wheel that got bent to hell too is in slightly better shape and should be laying around my Mom's garage (I think because I heard her talking about taking a photo of it). So I tell her I need it and she gives me some random fragment of metal like it's off a brake master cylinder or shock or something. I tell her no, I need the whole actual wheel and ask if she has it or not and she reminds me that when I took it off I took it back to Alaska with me to bury it on the tundra--because too many people are throwing away motorcycle wheels in Wisconsin and it's getting to be a nuisance so I'd taken it back to the place in Alaska where I was staying at the time (IRL I was living in Hawaii when I got the motorcycle.) But she had some kind of drone/telescope remote camera that she'd used to take the picture she had been talking about so she'd see if she could find it but all we saw was snow and a moose (and maybe a little pile of snow).

Then I woke up and thought "man, it sucks that the bike is screwed up because I'm never going to find a replacement wheel for it." That's when I realized there was nothing wrong with the wheel on the bike and furthermore all the other times it had catastrophically broken down on me while I was trying to get it somewhere had also not happened.
 
Fuck. Last night was textbook insomnia dreams. I've been sleeping better lately and getting back on schedule. Last night I woke up at around 3 for a bathroom break and COULD NOT. GET BACK. TO SLEEP. Definitely awake for at least an hour. Usually sleep on my side, changing sides throughout the night but I nap on my back so in desperation I tried sleeping on my back and it was easier to relax and start to drift off, but every time I'd almost get to sleep I'd roll onto my side and immediately wake back up again. I finally figured out how to relax on my side and got back to sleep. BUT! I dreamed I couldn't get to sleep. The only way I knew I'd gotten to sleep was when I'd wake up enough to realize the things that had just happened had to have been a dream.

So I'm laying there, just about to finally start to get to sleep when my roommate comes buy, showing this sketchy looking guy with a dime-sized crescent moon tattooed on his cheek where we keep the ironing board and telling him he has to do the ironing in the kitchen and try not to disturb me. I ask him and yes, They stuck us with a bunch of new roommates--and they all have odd hours they work so good luck getting any sleep going forward. Since I couldn't sleep I got up to survey the situation. Don't remember much about that, just that I got lost at that point. The floor plan changed and I couldn't find my bed back (which was basically now a twin mattress on the floor in a hallway).

Later on there were a couple cute girls hanging out and things were getting flirty. I made some double entendre or something and they both unabashedly (and approvingly) eyed up my crotch bulge. I was thinking about just getting it out but somehow that seemed tacky. Then I woke up enough to realize what happened and regret not doing it. So in the next dream, when I wound up with a bit of a Demi Moore/Jennifer Connelly lazing on a bed and acting flirty I started to strip down. Of course since my brain cockblocks me, I never fully managed to get my clothes off. Everything was tight and clinging and impossible to peel away. It was taking forever.

By this point I'd realized I'd finally really gotten back to sleep and really threw myself into catching up on some sleep. After making some progress to get back on a reasonable sleep schedule I was right back to sleeping until 9am today. Had more little dreams between the snooze alarms but don't really remember them.
 
Well, last night I was exhausted, went to bed (relatively) early, and fell asleep right away. Did wake up for my bathroom break but got to sleep fairly quickly. Dog wanted to go Out at what turned out to be 6:37am so I contemplated just getting up but decided to sleep--and again wound up snoozing until 8:43. Some more common themes and some just wiggy stuff that I can only guess where they came from:

One dream, some swingin' bachelor friends were having a party at their swanky house/apartment. But I was tired so I laid down on a bed to take a nap. So did a cute girl but apart from me taking my shirt off because I was hot, nothing happened. When I woke up the party was winding down a bit and since all I did was sleep I should probably go home, so I was trying to find my shirt and my coat. Found the shirt, which had a necktie I hadn't remembered wearing but no one had seen my coat. On the way to the party I'd gone through a park where people ride their horses and when I got out of bed I was embarrassed to see big footprints of sludgy green mulch and horse manure tracked across their white carpet. They were already starting to clean it up. I was going to help but first I wanted to see if my coat was in the kitchen. Not only was it, but so was an old late '80s/early'90s black oilskin Australian drover coat that I'd thought I'd gotten rid of because it was so totally out of style. By the time I'd collected my coats they'd pretty much cleaned up the carpet and were doing something with baking soda and a blacklight or something to see if they'd got everything. Meanwhile a couple (adult) girls had showed up with a big dollhouse that they were setting up. The guys shushed them while they were checking their cleaning before turning to them to see whatever the girls were doing with the dollhouse. From the way they were looking at them I thought it might be worth staying for but decided to leave because I didn't want to ruin the party any more than I had already.

Then me and at least one other person were being chased by the police. Were we crooks? Mistaken identity? Dirty cops? Who knows. We'd slipped the cars but a helicopter found us so we had to get under cover. First we painted the car with house paint to try to throw off the helicopter and then we changed cars. The guy who owned the car was in the trunk so once we got to a safe garage to hide out in we let him out and tried to calm him down. But pretty soon cops drove forklifts through the walls, gloating that they had some other way of tracking us. I think we got captured. At any rate, pretty soon we're out in the country, on the side of a road next to a big valley. A few of us need to talk privately so we step off the road--and just keep walking. Pretty soon a bunch of other people who are now there also start walking down the hill in various directions and the handful of plainclothes cops that are there are freaking out and we all get away as they completely lose control of the situation.

Then I'm in a red rocks/Roadrunner Coyote sort of desert area that has had alien abduction activity, planning to do some camping. Another vehicle pulls up and some guy gets out to camp or something. I go over to check him out because he looks fishy and he's got a kind of mask and sunglasses on because he's a really bad "X-Files" costume of a Grey alien--only he's also a vampire. So I'm just going "hey, no problem, I didn't see anything, I was just leaving" and trying to get away but there's like a half dozen disguised vampire aliens around at this point. I somehow escape to someone who has experience dealing with vampire aliens and wake up just as the aliens have tracked me down.
 
When I was in my 20s, I had fictional dream locations; places that felt like they really existed to my brain that were actually only dreams. For example there was an old farm on a backroad outsid the town where I went to college that was an antique/junk shop. I could point out about where it should be on a map--even which side of the road it is on. Haven't had those that much in recent years but last night I realized I have one again.

There's this kind of down-low townhouse that puts on sexy fetish shows for people who know about it. I always forget about it and then when I'm bored in a dream I remember and go "Oh! I should go check out that fetish place I keep meaning to go to."
 
I was trying so hard to remember
But all I remember
Is that when I woke up I saw a silhouette of a person. I kept squinting and trying to rub my eyes,
Eventually I saw it go up
 
Gah. Let's see how much of this comes back as I type: Most memorable bit was that we were flying somewhere on an airline. Only it was set up more like a car, with a back window--but with no glass. Somehow I'd wound up out on the tail/trunk and wasn't thrilled with this but wasn't particularly upset. I was doing some kind of research on my laptop but then I dropped the mouse. Trying to make-do without the mouse and I dropped my phone or something else. I'm starting to slide off and someone inside tells me I've got to come back inside because we're landing and I'm kind of like "bitch, if I could get back inside do you think I'd be out here?" But since there was no help forthcoming I did somehow manage to get back inside. Then it was, like, a military operation or something. I was former military but since they needed people and I had some experience, I helped them unload vehicles and equipment and get it all organized.

Nope, that's all I got. I remember there being a lot more to the dream but I can't remember what it was.
 
Short morning dream that doesn't really follow any of my usual themes but is in the vein of sexier dreams of late: I hear about some disreputable house party that is expected to entail a fair amount of casual nudity and likely opportunities for sex. Only I don't hear about it until very late--like, the next morning. Still, I decide to head over and see what's what. When I get there there's no full-on nudity but everyone's in various stages of undress and arranging breakfast or horsing around taking group photos, etc. Since no one is nekkid by this point and someone kind of gives me the "bad idea" look as I'm stripping down I stick with the Winnie the Pooh/Donald Duck look of a T-shirt with no pants but throw a robe over it for good measure. Various mundane "party that has stretched into the next morning" stuff is going on and I become aware that one of the women is teasing another woman about being attracted to someone--possibly me. As I'm trying to figure out how to play this I, of course, wake up.
 
My last dream was cool
There were some cool old books and jewels
Some aquariums
Animals
A lost document
Security issues at a college
My ex ( who is dead but I dream about anyway)
He hacked into his girlfriend's computer to access doors at the school, and then he bragged about it and she even openly talked about it.
I was so pissed at both of them.
But I had 2 aquariums to take care of.
And my good friend was also there with me.
 
I couldn't get to sleep last night, I tried to day dream but all I got was static images.

I'm hoping for some actual dreams tonight.
 
Somehow, I can go to bed before midnight, set the alarm for 7am, hit a 15 minute long snooze twice and wake up at 8:10.

I was also irked that I knew I dreamed last night but couldn't remember any details, but then I had one around 6am that stuck (I got up around 2 and again around 6:30 to go to the bathroom, which may have also played a role in my oversleeping. Again.): Oh, wait, I remember another one now too.

I needed to change the oil in my(?) car and there was this service station I was able to use. Only instead of having a pit or a lift or something, you parked the car up on a second story and there was a hole in the ceiling you changed the oil through. And the hole in the ceiling was almost directly above an employee locker. So I'm up on the top of a stepladder, pissed off, and trying to figure out how I'm going to drain the oil without getting it all over myself AND someone's stuff. I'm thinking about this when I realize I also have to take the filter out and remember that I'll need a big tub so I can catch oil dripping from the drain plug and the filter hole. About this point the owner of the garage comes over to see if I've seen this girl I had a crush on in 5th grade, who is supposed to be there, simultaneous to me realizing I'm naked. So I'm trying to find some clothes while he's laughing at me and the nicest T-shirt I can find is covered in oil but I resign myself to putting it on anyway.

The other dream, me and my partner are...spys? Cops? And we need to infiltrate this organization. We duck through the Bad Guy's office but then we realize there's a warehouse door ajar across the alley (the office apparently has its own exit door) so we head over there. There's a handful of random laborers carrying boxes from the warehouse back to the office so we join in. By the time it's my turn to take a load of boxes back, I realize the process is to climb up a stack of boxes (also to about ceiling height) and stack some of the boxes from the pile on the wall of a kind of foreman's office/cage, where the woman running things organizes them and tells you where to take them. She's really impressed with how efficiently my boxes will work and I ask why, instead of just randomly grabbing boxes, we don't just grab an armload of all the same box--then they can all go in the same place. I also realize I grabbed far more boxes than I can carry and while I'm trying to figure out how to carry them all, the other workers have just grabbed them and carried them off. At this point my partner has disappeared and I start to worry that I'm going to get caught so I try to sneak off down the alley.
spy warehouse
 
OK. No recognizable themes last night and it was strange because it was like, 3 unrelated dreams--but they were all somehow tied together and everyone in it were acting as if it was one big dream.

A little background: I drank more than I should've last night--but not an overwhelming amount--and actually got to sleep quickly and slept more or less soundly. The Dog woke me up around 2:30, desperate to go Out so I had to lay around until she was ready to come In. Then again around 4:45. And finally, a last time a few minutes after my alarm went off (but before I'd had my snoozes), so I wound up having badly interrupted sleep and sleeping in by close to an hour. Now, on to the dream:

We're playing some kind of elaborate arena paintball game with different levels and swings/zip lines, etc. Think 1990s "American Gladiators." Is it a work function? Who knows. I get tagged almost immediately so the ref decides to basically "respawn" me--and I get tagged almost immediately again--by the same guy. On break we're sitting around and I'm talking to the guy and he apologizes for having a much better gun than the rest of us so we make some small talk about my old paintball business and the Daisy Stingray rental guns I had--because one time we had a player that had the same gun this guy had and he, too, had a marked advantage over everyone with rental guns. Then the guy said something about the Stingray not being as good after it was Daisy branded and I said mine were actually the earlier Brass Eagle and we got to talking about why they changed the name. Oh, and the ref kept getting my name wrong. This matters later.

Then I had to go back to work. I was working at a supermarket, but it was a supermarket with a kind of small auditorium and they had some shoppers together like a focus group but they were having technical problems or something. Meanwhile I had one of those big grey plastic 60 gallon trash cans that are on wheels that was full of 1 gallon plastic jugs of lettuce that had been pulled because they were past their expiration date and for some reason I had to uncap all the jugs before we could legally throw them away. This is challenging and messy because obviously some of the jugs are buried at the bottom of the trash can and for some reason I didn't just take them all out. As I'm opening the jugs, liquid is leaking out of them and filling the trash can. Nasty liquid. I happen to be behind the top row of the auditorium and as I'm almost done a jug somehow splashes and absolutely drenches one of the focus group shoppers in lettuce slop. He's understandably pissed and I'm understandably horrified and kicking myself for not taking the can somewhere away from customers. We're trying to find someone to compensate the guy when everyone gets fed up and leaves.

So I head off to a break room to mope but it's a special break room for superheroes--I've somehow been able to get past the controlled access door. So I'm watching whatever they have on TV in supermarket superhero break rooms and feeling sorry for myself when Superman comes in. And he basically looks exactly like Superman from the comic books in the 1980s/90s--think John Byrne Superman--not like an actor that looks like that, but an actual life-sized animated drawing. Anyway, he's trying to cheer me up but he, also, keeps getting my name wrong. So I correct him and he apologizes and The Flash or someone chides him for it.

[incidentally, The Dog apparently has diarrhea. Had to get up while typing this to let him out again and got to witness it from the window because dog poop becomes a huge part of your life when you're a dog owner--your dog's poop, other dogs' poop that your dog wants to smell...it's a lot of fun. Then I had to get up to let her in again and finally she had to bark at some workmen 2 houses down the road to keep them from murdering anyone in the neighborhood. This may have a part in why I drink more than I should.]
 
Wow. Very memorable development on a common theme. Woke up at 4 to use the bathroom but managed to get back to sleep relatively quickly. But then The Dog needed to go Out an hour later. And she somehow managed to fall off the bed instead of gracefully jumping down. Had to stay awake long enough to let her back in (which was actually pretty quick)...and then I could NOT get back to sleep. So the alarm around 7 triggered a fairly interesting dream:

It's the long term office job where they don't actually have anything for me to do but for some reason they love me dream. This time I'm wearing sweats and slippers to work and looking at porn on my computer. It's a few minutes after 9 so I really should get to "work," but there's just one more porn I want to look at. Then I realized that 1) I shouldn't be looking at porn at work AT ALL and 2) my desk faces the wall in a fairly busy traffic area so anyone walking past is going to clearly see porn on my monitor. So I lock the screen because that's the quickest, easiest thing to do but then I've got to figure out how to kill the browser--ideally without displaying the screen. While I'm thinking about that someone comes by and says the boss wants to see me. [there's so much detail in this dream and it mostly holds together] I get up and go with him [but actually I think I forgot a lot of it], we make some small talk on the way and I can't decide if I'm getting a promotion (which would suck, since I'm planning to quit soon), I'm in trouble, or it's just some work thing. We head through an industrial section and are talking to some of the blue collar workers and I realize I'd taken my slippers off at my desk and not put them back on. I point out that I'm barefoot and the union/safety types pitch a fit and I go "I know!" and dash back to my desk to get my shoes (and turn off the computer), shouting after me that I'll be right back.

Back at my desk I put on my shoes and attempt to kill the porn browser--except while I was gone the computer has changed from a modern computer to, like, some kind of mid 1990s desktop lash-up and I can't even get to any kind of input/output interface. Then I do something that triggers an extended shutdown or a reformat or something that I can't undo but at least this solves the browser problem, right? I head back to where I left the guy. At some point there's also some kind of conversation about a bulkhead door seal. (I don't remember if this was before or after I went back for my shoes.) How do the conduits along the ceiling not compromise the automatic emergency door? Oh well. Time to cut through someone's office. There are, like, 2 people in the office but for some reason one of them has put his desk in a corner, facing the other door to the office--the door I'd been planning to use. I realize this is a not-so-subtle ploy to keep people from using that door and go back out the way I came in.

Meanwhile, everyone else is getting ready for some big meeting or party that will be happening while I'm talking to the boss. I see various tubs of licorice on a counter and help myself to a handful. The tub is sealed but I see the next one is open (I don't remember if I noticed this before I opened the other tub or not). About this time someone finds me and say to just forget going back to the guy that was taking me to the boss and forget going to the boss because I'm fired and I'm like "THANK GOD. What took so long?" and I wake up. Be interesting to see if this is the end of the stupid office job where I don't do anything dream or not. Oh, and for a moment while I was wondering if I was in trouble, I remembered I'd still needed the job for supplemental income. When I woke up I realized that I did not.

Shit, I wonder if I had this dream for the opposite reason--a few months back, when money was tight and my friend wanted me to come back and contract for the company he works for I'd agreed to. Then I didn't hear anything but now apparently it's on. And, ironically, just as it's looking less like I need the money. :(
 
Only had a few hours sleep, but had a few weird ones, a woman and five members of her family came to my house to let me know she would be back later to bring me a parcel, why she didn't fetch it then is more of a mystery.

Also my house was now made of wood, and badly put together with lots of gaps.

Later I got on a train and it went up into the sky, I think it was going to go to a different planet.
 
OK. Another odd dream development. You know how it's hard to come back to an earlier dream during the same night? So I'm in this room with this hot black girl who's...going to be shooting fetish porn?...I don't know, but it definitely involves kinkiness, so I try to impress/interest her by donning assorted fetish stuff. She seems to be giving me the signal to take my pants off but I've got a lot of extra kinky stuff that I didn't wind up using so I dump it onto the floor to show her some of it. But then I have to go for whatever reason and we get a dream where...I need to catch a (school?)bus. I thought I'd missed it but I'm just going to catch it. Except a hot MILF can't get drop her kid off at their suburban house because...there's a hornets' nest above the door? I dunno, some reason. I want to stay and help them because she's also a veteran (and hot) but I gotta catch the bus...here's where I get mixed up...at this point someone is wearing She-Hulk makeup. You know how you can paint on abs by using highlights and shades? Or cheekbones? Tricks you can do with stage makeup. Well someone's in She-Hulk makeup like that and her calves are particularly impressive so I'm trying to make time complimenting that. But then I get back to the place with the black girl. It's an office with grey cloth upholstery and cubicles and--basically Inintech from "Office Space". There are steps down to the work area from the front door and Hot Black Girl is leaving just as I'm showing up so I make a point to "accidentally" brush against her as we pass each other. She looks at me and smiles and then gestures with her head back to my cubicle--where I left in such a hurry that all my kinky sex paraphernalia are still laying in the middle of the floor--and all my coworkers are played by people from high school. Here's the kicker: The dream doesn't even end at that point. I try to salvage the situation by acting shocked and oblivious and searching for some kind of plastic bags to collect up all this disgusting stuff into because obviously they didn't come from my bag that is laying open almost on top of them.
 
whisky said:
Only had a few hours sleep, but had a few weird ones, a woman and five members of her family came to my house to let me know she would be back later to bring me a parcel, why she didn't fetch it then is more of a mystery.

Also my house was now made of wood, and badly put together with lots of gaps.

Later I got on a train and it went up into the sky, I think it was going to go to a different planet.
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Interesting!
 
Exploding head syndrome is something I have recently experienced.
It is when I am asleep and wake up to a noise that didn't happen. This happened to me multiple times in one night.
Hypnopompic hallucination is another name for it-when waking up while just falling asleep.
The sound appears to be a loud bang, crash, gunshot or fireworks.

This happened while I was at my house last week. Currently I am pet sitting and I wake up to the cat meowing in the middle of the night so it hasn't happened while I've been here. I have experienced this phenomenon in the past and didn't know that it had a name.
 
I used to get Exploding Head Syndrome, it would happen when I was about to fall asleep sometimes (or maybe I was already asleep and it just woke me up.) It would sound like voices sometimes which could be disturbing. It hasn't happened to me for a few years now. I thought it might have been caused by anxiety when it did happen, but I've been as anxious as ever lately so I don't know.
 
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