My dreams about stuff like this involve me getting shots of tequila based off of my problems, all leading up to one giant punch in the face by Chuck Norris. That’s why I don’t need an alarm clock.
A lot of my dreams are about work. Specifically, work I did 20+ years ago when I was a pipe fitter/welder. Weird.
Oh, and bears, cougars and sharks attacking me.
Dunno about the bears and the cougars, but the sharks you can ignore. USA soccer is of no consequence. Promise. I’d have dreams about sailing if I were you.
I don’t think my brain’s ever considered putting any sort of lesson in my dreams. It mostly just uses dreaming as an excuse to choreograph high-octane action sequences.
I haven’t read any comments as yet but I know I’m going to be treated to some bizarre dream recollections. Personally, I dreamt about swarms of very snakelike Komodo Dragons a few nights ago.
One of the real puzzlers is why a song will be in my head when I wake up even though it didn’t have anything to do with the dream sequences preceding.
I had a dream where my apartment was haunted and partially made of Minecraft blocks. Weird ones too, like gravel.
Then there was also the dream where two Naruto characters were about to fight inside my town’s Walmart, and a third was annoyed because he was like stuck in line or something.
Or the dream I had in highschool where I and some other people were kidnapped and told we had to steal a magic orb from the Fantastic Four.
I used to have weird, meaningful dreams – dreams of searching and not finding. Even had some prophetic-type dreams. Now my dreams just tell me to get up and go to the bathroom.
If I’m correct, your dreams are cryptic because the part of you that makes any sense of situations turns off when you sleep. Instead of getting a straight emotional analysis, you get all your memories, issues, emotions, and day-to-day tasks mixed together in an incoherent way.
I enjoy when my dreams are odd and cryptic. They’re so much more fun that way. My straightforward dreams usually suck, like the time I dreamt I couldn’t fall asleep. I presume it meant I wasn’t getting to bed early enough. All I know for sure is that when I actually woke up, I almost started crying because I had just dreamt I was tired and miserable, and then I had to do it all over again for real.
Dunno about you guys. My dreams are usually pretty good at telling me where they pulled stuff from and what they’re about. I mostly just enjoy them for entertainment purposes. Brain movies! = D
Odd that, mine just tend to be an unholy mix of what I have recently watched/read.
Shit like fighting zombie and vampires of several alien races in an alternate Mars helped by manga characters while on the skies above mythological beings(gods, demons, spirits and son) work together to defeat an alliance of the flood, borg, tyranids and zerg.
One time I was in a weird state of half-dreaming (I could still talk and stuff, but I wasn’t at all aware of my surroundings–besides the obvious, like being in my bed), and I saw a perfectly motionless image of some city street. All of a sudden, this image started warping and bending. It’s been several days and I still have no idea what the heck that was all about.
Hehe! SO TRUE
My dreams about stuff like this involve me getting shots of tequila based off of my problems, all leading up to one giant punch in the face by Chuck Norris. That’s why I don’t need an alarm clock.
I had a dream where my house was in a giant cereal bowl, and a tornado struck my house and transported it to New Zealand. Yeah.
A lot of my dreams are about work. Specifically, work I did 20+ years ago when I was a pipe fitter/welder. Weird.
Oh, and bears, cougars and sharks attacking me.
Well, bears, cougars and sharks are known to be pedantic about their pipe-fitting.
Dunno about the bears and the cougars, but the sharks you can ignore. USA soccer is of no consequence. Promise. I’d have dreams about sailing if I were you.
I don’t think my brain’s ever considered putting any sort of lesson in my dreams. It mostly just uses dreaming as an excuse to choreograph high-octane action sequences.
I’m always in musicals… 🙁 ( 🙂 )
Bug Spock on a skateboard dishing emotional analysis? The logic and illogic boggles the mind. This is… the… BEST… COMIC… EVER!!!
My dreams are often recursive, like the time I was admiring in a mirror a tattoo of MYSELF on MY ARM.
I think I would much rather receive emotional analysis from a skateboarding Spock!
I haven’t read any comments as yet but I know I’m going to be treated to some bizarre dream recollections. Personally, I dreamt about swarms of very snakelike Komodo Dragons a few nights ago.
One of the real puzzlers is why a song will be in my head when I wake up even though it didn’t have anything to do with the dream sequences preceding.
OK commenters. Enthrall me with lurid dreams….
I had a dream where my apartment was haunted and partially made of Minecraft blocks. Weird ones too, like gravel.
Then there was also the dream where two Naruto characters were about to fight inside my town’s Walmart, and a third was annoyed because he was like stuck in line or something.
Or the dream I had in highschool where I and some other people were kidnapped and told we had to steal a magic orb from the Fantastic Four.
I used to have weird, meaningful dreams – dreams of searching and not finding. Even had some prophetic-type dreams. Now my dreams just tell me to get up and go to the bathroom.
So that was you snoring in the next stall in my dream! Hm, I wonder what skateboarding Bug Spock would say about that?
My dreams always involve me being a pirate with a large number of beautiful females captives…but I’ve no idea whatsoever what that might mean.
If I’m correct, your dreams are cryptic because the part of you that makes any sense of situations turns off when you sleep. Instead of getting a straight emotional analysis, you get all your memories, issues, emotions, and day-to-day tasks mixed together in an incoherent way.
I enjoy when my dreams are odd and cryptic. They’re so much more fun that way. My straightforward dreams usually suck, like the time I dreamt I couldn’t fall asleep. I presume it meant I wasn’t getting to bed early enough. All I know for sure is that when I actually woke up, I almost started crying because I had just dreamt I was tired and miserable, and then I had to do it all over again for real.
Lately a lot of my dreams involve me either playing Civilization against famous people or trust issues where people steal from me.
I hate the dreams where I play Total War… They’re the worst.
Turn-based dreams are the most horrific thing in the world.
Dunno about you guys. My dreams are usually pretty good at telling me where they pulled stuff from and what they’re about. I mostly just enjoy them for entertainment purposes. Brain movies! = D
Odd that, mine just tend to be an unholy mix of what I have recently watched/read.
Shit like fighting zombie and vampires of several alien races in an alternate Mars helped by manga characters while on the skies above mythological beings(gods, demons, spirits and son) work together to defeat an alliance of the flood, borg, tyranids and zerg.
I used to have dreams of being stuck in a haunted library. No it’s all bangin’ the Condesce on a flying boat. Can’t say I miss the old ones.
Now, not no.
My dreams are crazy. Death the Kid rescuing me from a cave… Hearing Stampylongnose’s voice.. Uh.. Lord Death.. I DON’T KNOW, MY DREAMS ARE CRAZY..
One time I was in a weird state of half-dreaming (I could still talk and stuff, but I wasn’t at all aware of my surroundings–besides the obvious, like being in my bed), and I saw a perfectly motionless image of some city street. All of a sudden, this image started warping and bending. It’s been several days and I still have no idea what the heck that was all about.