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[dogdreams]

Didn't u hear that the White House is now completely online?

Well they'd better check their earthquake predicting software because a giant rift is about to tear right through his office. (yeah, I know it's really just symbolic. it was a pretty awesome image in my dream tho...total Summer Blockbuster movie material!)

[sleepless sleeper]

Well they'd better check their earthquake predicting software because a giant rift is about to tear right through his office. (yeah, I know it's really just symbolic. it was a pretty awesome image in my dream tho...total Summer Blockbuster movie material!)

actually, i'm backing u up on this one. chips are on the table...

[Marcianna]

Granted anyone who knows anything about the stop smoking drug CHANTIX knows that nightmares an weird reams are part of the side affects... BUT then you add that to Narcolepsy and it gets a bit more off the wall..... haha. you will be seeing more in the dreaming corner! I just quit smoking!


the stripper poster dream:

haha dont judge me!

So I drempt that my friend who is a stripper commissioned me to make this poster of strippers, using the "everything I need to know I learned in Kindergarten" theme. She totally paid me alot too.... haha so I had pictures of strippers who were SHARING a pole, and Strippers who were fighting and pulling each others hair for the no fighting pic, say your sorry if you hurt some one = a spanking pic... and so on and so forth... trust me they were really bizarre

it really was a cool poster... I think I am actually going to make it and give it to her as a gift for her birthday lol.

[eww]

Hahahahahahahaha. Those are awesome posters Marcianna! Totally put a giant grin on my face.

[eww]

I thought I'd inform you all that yesterday, within moments of closing my eyes to go to sleep, I was almost smacked with a cookie sheet. Yep. I didn't even see who threw it! It pretty much flew out of the air at my head, I ducked and it fell to the floor. I think I was supposed to be in the kitchen because I even heard the metallic clangs as it settled on the tile floor. Of course, that woke me the hell right up. A rather loud "What the hell?" followed by a round of giggles.

Just thought I'd share that.

You know your mind is strange when it throws nonexistent cookie sheets at you for no apparent reason. And yes, the cookie sheet was empty. Talk about adding insult to injury. I didn't even get a cookie out of it.

[Marcianna]

dang no cookie! wth? how not fair!

[Marcianna]

um... I m pretty sure I was abducted by space aliens last night... I think I even have proof. =/

[BrainScatters]

I finally found something positive about my N in dreaming. I wake up in the morning from really long, involved, vivid dreams. And that got me thinking. Are PWN likely to be more adept at lucid dreaming? Seems like a natural fit. Anybody tried it?

[Lisa Kato]

Recently got off Prozac which increased the SPHH and Lucid dreaming a bunch. Oddest one was when I was laying paralyzed listening to "Sweet Dreams" by Eurithmics and "Caught Somewhere in Thime" by Iron Maiden. Paniced a bit when the paralysis went on unusually long. Decided there were worse things than listning to ironic music that wasn't really playing. Eventually phased into floating flying dreams (The kind where you feel all tingly and high).

[Day Dream Believer]

I thought I'd inform you all that yesterday, within moments of closing my eyes to go to sleep, I was almost smacked with a cookie sheet. Yep. I didn't even see who threw it! It pretty much flew out of the air at my head, I ducked and it fell to the floor. I think I was supposed to be in the kitchen because I even heard the metallic clangs as it settled on the tile floor. Of course, that woke me the hell right up. A rather loud "What the hell?" followed by a round of giggles.

Just thought I'd share that.

You know your mind is strange when it throws nonexistent cookie sheets at you for no apparent reason. And yes, the cookie sheet was empty. Talk about adding insult to injury. I didn't even get a cookie out of it. <img src="http://narcolepsynet...IR#>/laugh.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid="" border="0" alt="laugh.gif" />

EWW

That is too funny!!!

[Sleepingcrow]

Inception anyone?

Okay, so the other night I fell asleep in my dream while baby-sitting. Thank goodness I had put out the fire before I fell asleep, and woke in time to stop a male intruder and to gently guide the little boy to put his father's favourite chef's knife away.

I know I was dreaming within the dream, but I don't remember what exactly, except I do remember being in that state of trying to wake up but the dreams were too strong and were pulling me deeper, all the while I was aware the intruder was coming because I was watching him prepare to descend from the rooftop in another dream.

LOL! Did that make sense?

[DeathRabbit]

I know it's generally gauche to bump old threads, but this dream is too good not to share. Warning, insanity about to ensue.

So, I'm on an alien mothership at the start of this dream. We're all plugged into a robot overlord Matrix style, but the robot's name is Sauron, lol. So apparently Sauron decides to call us (the humans) into his room to rape us one at a time for some reason. So, I'm like screw that *BEEP*! I attack the guards and make it to an escape pod. I launch down towards the Earth below, because apparently the evil Alien Robot Rape ship was hovering above Death Valley. Right as the escape pod is about to smash into the ground, I figure out how to transform it into a red Corvette and I drive off to my folks house, which apparently bordered the desert (they live in Alabama IRL). When I get there, I notice the neighbors are having a pizza party out by their swimming pool (they don't own a pool IRL, nor are they people my age), so I decided to join them. I grab some pizza and jump into an inner tube, floating about the pool and chomping on pizza. All of a sudden two enemies, which I for some reason called Brutes in my dream, started gliding toward me across the water. They looked like Silver Surfers with jet turbines in their stomachs. Freaking out, I climb out of the pool and run into an ivy covered maze-like trellis adjacent to the yard. At this point I turn into a leaf, blowing along as fast I can possibly blow, with tendrils of ivy hot on my tail chasing me. I reach the end of the trellis/maze thing, where I find a silver pickup. Evidently, I'm now human again, so I jump into the pickup and the words Mission Complete flash on my vision and it plays the little victory sound from the Marvel SNES game and then I wake up.

I had this dream about 8 years ago actually, but it was so bizarre, I wrote the whole thing down as soon as I woke up so I wouldn't forget it. I wish I could remember my vivid dreams now, because they were so entertaining to me and my friends. My memory so poor that every morning I wake up, I remember having had really vivid dreams all the night, just not the contents of them.

[munky]

Had to share this. My friends and family are still getting quite a kick out of it.

Between the first visit with the neurologist and the PSG/MSLT that eventually led me here, I had a dream. At the time, we didn't know what was going on. I'd only just barely come to accept the fact that I was falling asleep at work, since I never noticed it. And it's a long drive home, during which I always have the radio on, though I don't often pay a lot of attention to it. You know all those radio commercials about supplements that are supposed to help with enlarged prostates? Yeah.

So, one day, I have a dream. I'm sitting in a doctor's office, and the doctor walks in and brings another doctor in with him. They both sit down and look at me very gravely, look down at some paperwork, whisper back and forth, then look back at me. The one who's supposed to be my doctor clears his throat and says, "Kendra, we've found the problem. We know what's making you fall asleep all the time." He pauses, takes a deep breath, then solemnly announces, "You have an enlarged prostate."

I sit there for a second, kind of stunned, then pull the collar of my shirt forward, look down inside my shirt at my breasts, look up at the doctors, look back down at my breasts, look back up at the doctors and answer, "Um ... how does that work?"

They both look kind of stunned, look at each other, look back at me, but no one's answering, so I ask, "You do realize I'm a girl, right? I don't think I even have a prostate!"

They both nod, knowingly, and the second doctor says, "We realize that. We're just as surprised and confused as you are, and that's part of the problem. We'll have to figure all of that out before we can treat you."

I answered, "So, what? Did I accidentally order a prostate instead of a pizza? I mean, it isn't like you can buy them on eBay!"

The two of them look at each other, then back at me, but don't say anything.

Surprised, I ask, "I mean, you can't, can you?"

The answer, of course, is no. And you can't get them on any other website, either! But, somehow, I managed to get one and now it's enlarged. The entire rest of the dream was a discussion of how we'd figure out how I'd gotten a prostate ("I mean, they don't just spontaneously grow! Did I catch one from a public toilet seat?"), what was causing it to be enlarged, and finally how to treat it.

Never once, in the entire dream, did any of the three of us say the first thing I thought of when I woke up: "Maybe you should check your test results and make sure you've got the right person."


And as for friends and family, every now and then one of them will ask, "How's your prostate? Is the medicine helping?" I can't help but laugh, every time I hear it.

[DeathRabbit]

Had to share this. My friends and family are still getting quite a kick out of it.

Between the first visit with the neurologist and the PSG/MSLT that eventually led me here, I had a dream. At the time, we didn't know what was going on. I'd only just barely come to accept the fact that I was falling asleep at work, since I never noticed it. And it's a long drive home, during which I always have the radio on, though I don't often pay a lot of attention to it. You know all those radio commercials about supplements that are supposed to help with enlarged prostates? Yeah.

So, one day, I have a dream. I'm sitting in a doctor's office, and the doctor walks in and brings another doctor in with him. They both sit down and look at me very gravely, look down at some paperwork, whisper back and forth, then look back at me. The one who's supposed to be my doctor clears his throat and says, "Kendra, we've found the problem. We know what's making you fall asleep all the time." He pauses, takes a deep breath, then solemnly announces, "You have an enlarged prostate."

I sit there for a second, kind of stunned, then pull the collar of my shirt forward, look down inside my shirt at my breasts, look up at the doctors, look back down at my breasts, look back up at the doctors and answer, "Um ... how does that work?"

They both look kind of stunned, look at each other, look back at me, but no one's answering, so I ask, "You do realize I'm a girl, right? I don't think I even have a prostate!"

They both nod, knowingly, and the second doctor says, "We realize that. We're just as surprised and confused as you are, and that's part of the problem. We'll have to figure all of that out before we can treat you."

I answered, "So, what? Did I accidentally order a prostate instead of a pizza? I mean, it isn't like you can buy them on eBay!"

The two of them look at each other, then back at me, but don't say anything.

Surprised, I ask, "I mean, you can't, can you?"

The answer, of course, is no. And you can't get them on any other website, either! But, somehow, I managed to get one and now it's enlarged. The entire rest of the dream was a discussion of how we'd figure out how I'd gotten a prostate ("I mean, they don't just spontaneously grow! Did I catch one from a public toilet seat?"), what was causing it to be enlarged, and finally how to treat it.

Never once, in the entire dream, did any of the three of us say the first thing I thought of when I woke up: "Maybe you should check your test results and make sure you've got the right person."


And as for friends and family, every now and then one of them will ask, "How's your prostate? Is the medicine helping?" I can't help but laugh, every time I hear it.

That's a good one.

[Megssosleepy]

Had to share this. My friends and family are still getting quite a kick out of it.

Between the first visit with the neurologist and the PSG/MSLT that eventually led me here, I had a dream. At the time, we didn't know what was going on. I'd only just barely come to accept the fact that I was falling asleep at work, since I never noticed it. And it's a long drive home, during which I always have the radio on, though I don't often pay a lot of attention to it. You know all those radio commercials about supplements that are supposed to help with enlarged prostates? Yeah.

So, one day, I have a dream. I'm sitting in a doctor's office, and the doctor walks in and brings another doctor in with him. They both sit down and look at me very gravely, look down at some paperwork, whisper back and forth, then look back at me. The one who's supposed to be my doctor clears his throat and says, "Kendra, we've found the problem. We know what's making you fall asleep all the time." He pauses, takes a deep breath, then solemnly announces, "You have an enlarged prostate."

I sit there for a second, kind of stunned, then pull the collar of my shirt forward, look down inside my shirt at my breasts, look up at the doctors, look back down at my breasts, look back up at the doctors and answer, "Um ... how does that work?"

They both look kind of stunned, look at each other, look back at me, but no one's answering, so I ask, "You do realize I'm a girl, right? I don't think I even have a prostate!"

They both nod, knowingly, and the second doctor says, "We realize that. We're just as surprised and confused as you are, and that's part of the problem. We'll have to figure all of that out before we can treat you."

I answered, "So, what? Did I accidentally order a prostate instead of a pizza? I mean, it isn't like you can buy them on eBay!"

The two of them look at each other, then back at me, but don't say anything.

Surprised, I ask, "I mean, you can't, can you?"

The answer, of course, is no. And you can't get them on any other website, either! But, somehow, I managed to get one and now it's enlarged. The entire rest of the dream was a discussion of how we'd figure out how I'd gotten a prostate ("I mean, they don't just spontaneously grow! Did I catch one from a public toilet seat?"), what was causing it to be enlarged, and finally how to treat it.

Never once, in the entire dream, did any of the three of us say the first thing I thought of when I woke up: "Maybe you should check your test results and make sure you've got the right person."


And as for friends and family, every now and then one of them will ask, "How's your prostate? Is the medicine helping?" I can't help but laugh, every time I hear it.

Just loled at work! Like!

[munky]

Just loled at work! Like!

So happy I could bring a laugh into your day!

I have to admit, I love my dreams. They aren't always as funny as that one and sometimes they're just confused jumbles, but as I've said in another post, I've always considered them to be mini-movies that are better than anything Hollywood could ever conceive of. There was one recurring dream I had when I was a kid that I had so often I gave it a title ("99 Wolves and One Magic Dime"). I still remember that dream, though I haven't had it again in nearly 30 years. There've been a few that I've written down in various notebooks or journals throughout the years, and every now and then I'll come across one of them, read it, and just laugh or shake my head and think, "WTF, girl? WTF?"

And then there are the ones that are weirdly prophetic. And by that, I mean prophetic in very strange ways.

[doinmdarndest]

weird dreams?  try this on for size-

 

had a dream where i was viewing from space a maggot in orbit, simple animated one w/singing mouth as the 1 facial feature.  it had a cowboy hat on.  it was rocking in time to a clip-clop cowboy tune singing of how great life is munching out on decaying corpses of mammals like mine, eventually. 

[munky]

Most recently:

My mother and I were evacuating--I don't know why. We were walking through the woods, quietly as we could, with her on point. Following her, in single file, were our five small dogs, my three housecats, and both chickens, none of them making a sound. The big dog ranged between me, as rearguard, and Mom. The outside cat was walking beside me, occasionally wandering off the path and into the woods, then coming back. And as we went, I had to fight something off several times. I never saw what it was, and I had no weapons other than my hands, feet and teeth (and, yes, I used all three), but I always managed to fight whatever it was off.

 

My entire dream was fighting a rearguard action, and I have no idea why. I hadn't watched any movies/played any games/read any books that involved military action. And of course, since I have RBD, I acted the stupid thing out. I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all, with the housecats all sitting on various pieces of furniture around the room and glaring at me. Usually, when I have a dream I act out, they end up on the far corner of the bed, but this time they weren't even on the bed, so I guess I was fighting really hard at some point.

 

And I couldn't help laughing when I woke up, either, tired as I was. Really? Fighting a rearguard action? And the animals? I mean, the big dog and the outside cat were acting pretty normal in the dream, but two of the small dogs don't get along with each other; none of the small dogs get along with any of the housecats (the big dog just ignores them); one of the small dogs can't be trusted to walk into the pen in the backyard--he has to be carried, or he'll take off; the chickens try to take off every time we open the coop--and they sure aren't quiet about it, they don't even sleep quietly! And somehow they were all walking along, quietly, in a single-file line?

[Megssosleepy]

Most recently:

My mother and I were evacuating--I don't know why. We were walking through the woods, quietly as we could, with her on point. Following her, in single file, were our five small dogs, my three housecats, and both chickens, none of them making a sound. The big dog ranged between me, as rearguard, and Mom. The outside cat was walking beside me, occasionally wandering off the path and into the woods, then coming back. And as we went, I had to fight something off several times. I never saw what it was, and I had no weapons other than my hands, feet and teeth (and, yes, I used all three), but I always managed to fight whatever it was off.

 

My entire dream was fighting a rearguard action, and I have no idea why. I hadn't watched any movies/played any games/read any books that involved military action. And of course, since I have RBD, I acted the stupid thing out. I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all, with the housecats all sitting on various pieces of furniture around the room and glaring at me. Usually, when I have a dream I act out, they end up on the far corner of the bed, but this time they weren't even on the bed, so I guess I was fighting really hard at some point.

 

And I couldn't help laughing when I woke up, either, tired as I was. Really? Fighting a rearguard action? And the animals? I mean, the big dog and the outside cat were acting pretty normal in the dream, but two of the small dogs don't get along with each other; none of the small dogs get along with any of the housecats (the big dog just ignores them); one of the small dogs can't be trusted to walk into the pen in the backyard--he has to be carried, or he'll take off; the chickens try to take off every time we open the coop--and they sure aren't quiet about it, they don't even sleep quietly! And somehow they were all walking along, quietly, in a single-file line?

I loled!

 

We have such funny odd dreams!

[munky]

Not particularly weird, just one of those WTF dream things ...

 

The other day, I dreamt that I was in a grocery store that was apparently the size of a shopping mall, since I never found any walls/windows/doors, whatever. I was looking, specifically, for chocolate chip cookies. And they were either woefully understocked, or rearranging stock on the shelves, because most of the shelves were empty. I'd walk down an aisle and find, say, a few types of crackers. Another aisle had a few types of potato chips. One aisle had 3 different kinds of cold cereal, widely separated. I even found a couple of aisle that had cookies, but the first one only had Nilla Wafers, and the other only had oatmeal raisin cookies, and I was specifically looking for chocolate chip cookies, so I just kept wandering, until my alarm went off.

 

I think the weirdest thing, once I woke up, was walking down these aisles of mostly empty shelves and coming across one small section where a few things would be fully stocked--like the cracker aisle, which had Wheat Thins, Triscuits and Club crackers, all three fully stocked next to each other, but nothing else on the entire length of the aisle, or the cereal that had three different kinds of cereal on the aisle, all three fully stocked, but widely separated from each other.

 

Well, there's that and the whole idea of me being in the grocery store to begin with. That's one of the things I let Mom take care of.