Complex Dreams last night

[rareboy]

I think one of the reasons I am so fucked over today is that last night was the most intense and horrifying playing out of impostor syndrome that I have experienced.

This is apparently incredibly common in Type A people where they dream that they aren't qualified for the position they occupy and their academic credentials are either deficient or just plain false.

I did have a fairly intensive day of research yesterday and haven't been feeling my best, so I almost get it.

But most of the time, it is just about having to complete a course or something like that...not a moment when someone literally tells you that the whole life you think you live is a total lie and has been for years.

And to compound it, that we didn't have a large farm acreage or the house I thought we lived in for the last 35 years...that all this was just my imagination...left me gutted by the time I woke up this morning.

I had to keep reassuring myself when the cats turned up in bed before I got up that this all was real and that I really did have a shit load of client meetings and work to knock out.

But all day long, it has weighed on me.

 

[PalacePaul]

That was something about my dad, danger and money.
It still feels scary right now

 

[Araucaria]

I had a dream about seeing a commercial on television about health insurance or something, and they were playing music that imitated the sound of the Ronettes girl group from the 1960s. But I fixated on that sound, wondering who would come up with the idea to use that sound for their commercial.

 

[PalacePaul]

I had a dream about seeing a commercial on television about health insurance or something, and they were playing music that imitated the sound of the Ronettes girl group from the 1960s. But I fixated on that sound, wondering who would come up with the idea to use that sound for their commercial.

It's astonishing how what we see during the day reflects on our dreams at night

 

[rareboy]

Jeesuz.

I am still exhausted.

I had one dream about being in a huge hotel where I was responsible for someone's dog getting lost although it all turned out fine when it was found to have slept in the room next to the owner....BUT ALONG THE WAY.

We run into a group of guys who are going to steal all our luggage and vehicle but I beg them to please let me keep my laptop because it has the only copy of my research on it and end up having to give them all a handjob...even the really straight guys.

Seriously, how fucked up?

I never have dreams like this.

 

[opinterph]

I am still exhausted.

I imagine your arm is sore, eh?

 

[Araucaria]

Last night I dreamed that I literally ordered two pairs of pants into existence. I think I must have been online with my laptop and decided to get a couple of pairs of pants, though what I was doing isn't completely clear to me. But it seems that I decided to get a couple of pairs of pants, and in a few moments, the two pairs literally materialized in front of me. No waiting for Amazon to deliver or anything, they just formed out of thin air.

 

[Dargelos]

I was staying in this hotel and at breakfast, into the dining room came a gang of builders, each carrying a fleshlight, still wet and dripping with come, which they displayed on their table, that was already provided with half gallon mugs of tea. I was enraptured by the smell, mmm divine.
Later that afternoon, there was a wedding in the church, everyone in the village was required to attend, so I met the builders again, still with their sex toys which they placed in a neat row on the shelf where the hymn books go. The smell of come was still strong so the congregation smiled and whispered their thanks for the heavenly aroma.

 

[rareboy]

Sounds like fun...I have experienced an erotic undercurrent in my dreams for several nights this past week, but in every case, when I wake up at 3am, the core of the dream is about some project I am working on that has some crisis not of my making.

The only way I get back to sleep is if Mizzy comes to bed between my legs, I pull my heaviest pillow over my head, BooBoo comes and sleeps on my back and I fall asleep exhausted after an hour or two.

Last night it was about the Gold Rush...and a Hotel and sharing beds with other god-rushers...but it was all really about something else entirely.

By the way...most of the time, I only get to the point of orgasm with the fantasy figures in my dreams and then we are interrupted.

 

[PalacePaul]

Last night I dreamed I took a 10 day trip to Sweden with my sister. It was some kind of prize we got. Along the way she told me it was too expensive for the company so they cut it to only 2 days. At the same time I realised I hadn't told my boss and apparently it was impossible to call.

The previous night was worse. I had stolen several pipes from a famous organ in France (why??). They soon noticed the missing pipes and it was on the news. Even my dad saw it (on the French news??) and talked about it. Now I wanted to give the pipes back without revealing my identity. As I was plotting how to do it, I woke up scared, not knowing if it was a dream or reality

 

[Araucaria]

Last night I dreamed I took a 10 day trip to Sweden with my sister. It was some kind of prize we got. Along the way she told me it was too expensive for the company so they cut it to only 2 days. At the same time I realised I hadn't told my boss and apparently it was impossible to call.

The previous night was worse. I had stolen several pipes from a famous organ in France (why??). They soon noticed the missing pipes and it was on the news. Even my dad saw it (on the French news??) and talked about it. Now I wanted to give the pipes back without revealing my identity. As I was plotting how to do it, I woke up scared, not knowing if it was a dream or reality

I guess that's what you call a "pipe dream."

 

[rareboy]

Well I was in Rome in my dream (often am) and the City was undergoing a massive dig to restore some original route of the Tiber....and it was a fucking delirious excavation with buildings sliced through for a couple of miles.

For some reason I had put on a Fransiscan Monk's habit because I was undercover.

The earthquake was cool though.

 

[NotHardUp1]

 

[Araucaria]

This past week I had a dream about staying at some giant sprawling hotel complex. You know, the kind that has a bunch of 2 or 3 story buildings with a couple of hundred rooms each, spread over several acres. I had no idea where this place was or why I was there, other than the vague sense that it may have been in a large city or urban area, it isn't clear. The whole place looked dull, and it was under milky gray skies.

It seemed that I was in some room, and yet somehow I had access to an adjoining room where some strangers, I don't know who, were staying. But somehow the television in my room and the television in the adjoining room were on, playing entirely different programs. But somehow through some synchronicity the two programs became so similar that they were both showing almost the same exact scene. And then both programs showed elderly male what-- people, animals, cartoon characters?-- making a point of showing off how big their erect penises were when expanded, and what they could do inside what-- A rectum, vagina, or ? The thing is though, they didn't look realistic at all, like something a character in a Sponge Bob Square Pants cartoon might do.

Anyway, I decided to go through this huge hotel, to a room where a cousin and her husband were staying, on the opposite side of this huge complex. I remember visiting them, and then it wasn't clear where they were, if they were still in the room. I decided that I would try to find another cousin who apparently was also staying in this huge hotel, but it seems that I never actually found her.

And then it seems that I was in this large basement or whatever, on the grounds of this huge hotel. It seems there were a whole bunch of boys, young men, youths, or whatever, making a big show of displaying how huge their erect penises would get, and showing them off to each other. The dream coming "full circle" in an odd sort of way, I guess. But in the dream I found these young men to be an annoyance, a distraction, as they were in the way of what I wanted to do, which again, was never clear. It seems that I got to a busy counter where young women were selling items to customers. I went up to the counter to obtain what? It was never clear.

I have no idea what this dream was all about. Though I get the feeling it's sort of a dystopian map that my subconscious created of what life looks like to me-- sort of a bland, banal bunch of nothingness, where nothing is clear or even makes sense.

 

[rareboy]

^ Very similar to my hotel/resort dreams.

 

[rareboy]

Last night was one of the first times in months that I have had such vivid dreams about giving a guy a bj and getting fucked by another one.

There were 7 of us and I had just met them at church (I was in my 20's in the dream) and we all went back to my apartment in Toronto and after one of them stripped and let me blow him in his car in the garage, we then were apparently in the apartment and I was letting another of them fuck me. A couple of the others were also fucking and I was trying to make sure I gave them all my business card so we could hook up again.

Trying to figure out where that came from....

 

[Vannie]

Weirdest dream last night.

Barbara Walters was alive and returned to The View looking like Kathy Griffin.

 

[PalacePaul]

I was sucking my youngest cousin's dick. We were in front of a big mirror, and I was seeing the scene on the mirror, from his own perspective.
(Straight cousin who's getting married next week, by the way )

 

[Franco Verum]

I have dreams where I'm always with the same group of people and I don't know any of them in the real world. I know my mind made up their faces, but for my mind to keep doing it with all the same facial details, over and over again, is weird. Last time I told this group, "Great, it's all of you again."

 

[rareboy]

I have dreams where I'm always with the same group of people and I don't know any of them in the real world. I know my mind made up their faces, but for my mind to keep doing it with all the same facial details, over and over again, is weird. Last time I told this group, "Great, it's all of you again."

My dream last night was also populated by dozens of characters I don't think I had ever met or even seen...along with my first long term partner and another frind I did know.

It included being in a generic 'City in Europe' (I never really know which one), trying to smuggle something inside of large expensive cameras, and then going for an excursion for brunch (with the dozens of others there as well) in a restaurant in a major modern art museum which ended up being an exercise in endless frustration as we moved from one
exhibit and presentation to the next in a bizarre and existentially challenging, never ending building until I found the washrooms and then woke up having to piss.

It was the direct interaction and conversations with the strangers that still fascinates me this morning...so vivid, ranging from very benign and friendly to incredibly agressive and abusive.

This was the second dream. The first was populated by divorced cousins who were warring over their kids that somehow involved us trying to avoid being drawn in while we were moving into a new farmhouse kitchen and feeding wildlife like wolves.