Do You Remember Your Dreams?

Nat, you're confusing the dream with your fantasies

gloswhite wrote:Nat, you're confusing the dream with your fantasies

Ha ha, Owen Coyle is not my dream man. I'm more a Dean Windass type of gal.

Good grief ! have you sought advice?

Had a corker last night.
I stabbed a policeman to death in the living room,then hid his body inside an inflatable elephant.
It's not the poor policeman that concerns me,but how I got the body inside the elephant.
I may have to have this out with a shrink.

boltonbonce wrote:Had a corker last night.
I stabbed a policeman to death in the living room,then hid his body inside an inflatable elephant.
It's not the poor policeman that concerns me,but how I got the body inside the elephant.
I may have to have this out with a shrink.

Further to this dream,I've now googled 'inflatable elephants', and you can buy them from Nuku for £310.
This is a worrying finding,and adds to my rather alarming search history.

A bit of both I remember the dream but cant remember what I discovered  a recurring dream I have is about an alien that communicates by singing hair it's hair stands up waving about like it's under water and each strand is a different voice. Very high pitched not male not female, it asks questions about things like why do I like Bolton Wanderers and what's all the fuss about beer and why do we let our hair go away when all we have to do is.......and I can't remember. Why do we pay for fuel when all we have to do is.........and I can't remember. Why do we go to work for money when all we have to do is.......and I can't remember. Why do we let people die when all we have to do is.......I just need to remember and I will rule the world.

boltonbonce wrote:

boltonbonce wrote:Had a corker last night.
I stabbed a policeman to death in the living room,then hid his body inside an inflatable elephant.
It's not the poor policeman that concerns me,but how I got the body inside the elephant.
I may have to have this out with a shrink.

Further to this dream,I've now googled 'inflatable elephants', and you can buy them from Nuku for £310.
This is a worrying finding,and adds to my rather alarming search history.

It'd go nicely with the inflatable panda I'm sure. Get it bought.

The one I had last night puzzles me.

I was pushing a blue recycling bin full of spuds, past the old Burnden Park. That's all there was to it.

I need to contact an expert on these matters.

I was taking a photo of a naked woman being chased around Sainsburys by a chicken with a huge dick.

Angry Dad wrote:I was taking a photo of a naked woman being chased around Sainsburys by a chicken with a huge dick.

Your dreams are more interesting than mine.

Bloody hell AD, pissed myself laughing when I read this. Of course, I do have a great deal of sympathy with you having bad dreams 

Yeah but he don't catch her gloss and it's pissin me off!!

Seriously i went to the doc for some sleeping pills and i thought he wont give me any but he did he gave me Mirtazapine which iv'e been taking . Get a solid 8 hours unbroken but the dreams are wicked, i had one last night that was so real i was with a woman and i actually experienced sensations, the wife was trying to wake me up when she did she was so angry wanted to know who Anna was 

Here's my dream from last night.
I was having a meal with several other blokes, one of whom was Larry David, of Curb Your Enthusiasm fame.
Anyway, the guy at the end of the table was the double of Adolf Hitler. He was dressed in a shell suit, and was happily munching away on his salad.
The strange thing was, no one was acknowledging the fact of this guy's resemblance to the tyrant, and Larry David kept nudging me in an effort to find out why.
I had no answer of course, and kept eating, hoping that the situation might resolve itself. 
Unfortunately, at this point I woke up.
I've no idea what it all means, but my dreams are getting stranger by the day. Or night.

boltonbonce wrote:Here's my dream from last night.
I was having a meal with several other blokes, one of whom was Larry David, of Curb Your Enthusiasm fame.
Anyway, the guy at the end of the table was the double of Adolf Hitler. He was dressed in a shell suit, and was happily munching away on his salad.
The strange thing was, no one was acknowledging the fact of this guy's resemblance to the tyrant, and Larry David kept nudging me in an effort to find out why.
I had no answer of course, and kept eating, hoping that the situation might resolve itself. 
Unfortunately, at this point I woke up.
I've no idea what it all means, but my dreams are getting stranger by the day. Or night.

That is interesting bonce perhaps they were aware of not wanting to commit a microaggression.

I have one constantly recurring and deeply troubling dream. I'm a child again or perhaps a teenager back in the house I grew up in. However nothing about the house makes sense. I come out of my bedroom and find out it opens into empty space and when I step back in and close the door it opens again but the stairs lead to incredibly weird place. No matter what I do I can't find a door that leads out of the house and all the corridors change shape whenever I turn a corner then go back. To make it worse I can hear my family screaming for help but I can never find any of them. I call back and try to follow the sound of their voices but whenever I'm at a door that should lead to them it doesn't, it leads me to a room or rooms I've never seen before or the doorway is bricked up. I have no idea why I dream this since all my family are fine but it's been with me since I can remember.

Peter, not being funny, but I think you should seriously try to find out what your dream means.

That's like a nightmare Peter. At the age of around 6 I had a horrible nightmare that repeated itself every night for about three weeks.
I was being chased by a human skeleton, but the head of the skeleton was a crocodile skull, which had a little goatee beard at its tip.
I eventually came to a river. The next thing I know I'm paddling across the river in a canoe, with the skeleton, in another canoe, paddling furiously after me.
I knew that, should I reach the far bank, I'd be safe, but always woke up with a start before that happened.
The nightmare ran like a movie every night. Starting in the same place, and finishing abruptly in the same place. Every detail was the same.
When my parents got the doctor out, he blamed it on constipation!
I've never had the nightmare since, but can still remember every detail of it.

How tall were you then Bonce? Sounds like your arse was very close to your head    (sorry mate, I couldn't resist it)

gloswhite wrote:How tall were you then Bonce? Sounds like your arse was very close to your head    (sorry mate, I couldn't resist it)

You may mock.
But for many years I couldn't look Acker Bilk in the face without wetting myself.