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On this thread record the dreams you feel are 'significant'

jambo372 said:
I know somebody who dreamt about one of their colleagues dying...When she arrived at work the first thing she was told was that the woman she dreamt of had ... died of lung cancer at 5 in the morning.
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Jambo has ignored the significance of his own punch line. The woman had lung cancer, and presumably had been off work during the terminal stages (you don't just keel over from lung cancer, the way you do from a coronary). Jambos' friend was upset at the impending death (probably everyone in the office knew it could be "anytime, now"), and so dreamt about it. Most people wake up more than once during the night, and 5 AM comes after almost a full-night's sleep for most; Jambo's friend may well have been dreaming about the impending death all night, so it was imprinted on her memory.

There's not a bit of the supernatural in any of it.
 
Well I dreampt last night that my friend (whom when I last heard of him had dropped out of seminary) became Pope. And we broke into someone's house, to sit around and drink and play games. And we got found by the very irate house owner, and I realised that being the Pope's mate still doesn't mean you can break into houses. I spent a lot of that dream wearing a skull cap that kept falling off. I am not, nor have I ever been, a Catholic.

If the new Pope Benny gets done for breaking and entering, I will consider this a 'hit'. Or if my mate becomes Pope.

Dreams rock.
 
I dreamt that Darth Vader was chasing me through the mall.

I'm assuming this one won't come true.
 
Beady said:
Jambo has ignored the significance of his own punch line. The woman had lung cancer, and presumably had been off work during the terminal stages (you don't just keel over from lung cancer, the way you do from a coronary).
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I may have come off as more callous than I meant to, but this was exactly the point I was trying to make. We are not surprised when someone in the terminal stages of lung cancer dies. This is not "sudden". And as usual in reports of "hits", we do not have counts of the misses, in this case reports of friends who had dreamed of her death earlier in her illness but before her actual death, who did not bother to report the dream.
 
c4ts said:
Why, that is simply an unconscious desire you had at one time to kill all your grandparents and sexually dominate your mother.
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Mmm... mom.. grandma and grandpa can't stand in our way much longer!

*shudders* And I thought my DREAM was disturbing...

Seriously, did the dream mean anything? No. I only remember it more than other dreams because it was so disturbing. Maybe I was upset when I went to bed or ate something that disagreed with me.

Lisa Simpson
Your dream was an obvious warning: stay away from the mall during the Episode III release!!!
 
I had the demons from Hellboy (the ones that came back as 2 every time you killed one, though that wasn't part of the dream) chasing me as I tried to open a window to escape.

Oddly enough, the thing that woke me was that the window was on the 2nd floor. I live in ranch.

So, horrific demonic beings chasing me, believable. Not being on the right floor? That's just too far out there. :D

As others have mentioned, fairly sure this one won't be happening any time soon. Also fairly sure it was a compilation of several books I read recently (the Sun Sword series), seeing a bit of Hellboy yesterday, and the typical "trying to run away but unable to" dream that lots of people get.
 
I may have posted this before. I don't remember--if I have, I apologize for being repetitive.

Years ago, when I was in college, I had a very vivid dream one night. I had known one of my college friends--call him Bill--since childhood, and in the dream, he came into my room and stood at the foot of the bed. I grumpily asked him why he wanted to wake me up in the middle of the night, and Bill said, "I just came to say goodbye." Then he walked away, backward, and sort of faded into the darkness. The very next morning, I learned that he had died in a car crash.

At least, that's the way I remembered the dream and the way I told it for years. But I've been in the habit of keeping a journal since I was about twelve (they fill most of a bookshelf now), and one day I took down my journal for that year and read through it. To my shock, I had written the dream down the morning after I had it.

And that was the morning after Bill's funeral, not the morning after his death. I had served as a pallbearer at the funeral. I have to admit that having a precognitive dream about a friend's death three days after learning that he has died isn't nearly as impressive as my misremembered version.
 
For several months when I was a kid, whenever I had a dream, and if an airplane was part of that dream (which they almost always were at that time,) the airplane would always crash in some dramatic way. During my dream, I would look up and see an airplane, and I would know that it was going to crash--and it would.

It wasn't until I was an adult, looking back, that I figured out what those dreams were about. Around that time I witnessed a small airplane (Cesna) stall and crash (killing the pilot and his passenger) less than 1/2 a mile from where I was playing. I'm assuming that I had the dreams AFTER the airplane crash, but I can't confirm that. If I was more woo inclined, I might say I had those dreams BEFORE the crash.

Ironically when the crash happened, I was playing with a toy airplane and when I saw the Cesna flying around above me, I started pretending to shoot down the Cesna with my toy plane. Moments later it hit the ground.

Talk about coincidence.
 
Spektator said:
I may have posted this before. I don't remember--if I have, I apologize for being repetitive.

Years ago, when I was in college, I had a very vivid dream one night. I had known one of my college friends--call him Bill--since childhood, and in the dream, he came into my room and stood at the foot of the bed. I grumpily asked him why he wanted to wake me up in the middle of the night, and Bill said, "I just came to say goodbye." Then he walked away, backward, and sort of faded into the darkness. The very next morning, I learned that he had died in a car crash.

At least, that's the way I remembered the dream and the way I told it for years. But I've been in the habit of keeping a journal since I was about twelve (they fill most of a bookshelf now), and one day I took down my journal for that year and read through it. To my shock, I had written the dream down the morning after I had it.

And that was the morning after Bill's funeral, not the morning after his death. I had served as a pallbearer at the funeral. I have to admit that having a precognitive dream about a friend's death three days after learning that he has died isn't nearly as impressive as my misremembered version.
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I've long suspected this kind of thing happend, but never heard of it being documented. Kudos for finding the truth and being honest with yourself, Spektator.
 
Spektator said:
And that was the morning after Bill's funeral, not the morning after his death. I had served as a pallbearer at the funeral. I have to admit that having a precognitive dream about a friend's death three days after learning that he has died isn't nearly as impressive as my misremembered version.
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I agree with Delphi.
We know memory is imperfect.
We know how easily (and almost automatically) we embellish stories.
We know how much we like to tell interesting stories.

But still people trust their recollections as perfect. Especially with stories like this.

Great example.
 
Knowing how fallible my own memory can be tends to make me regard anecdotal evidence of this type as necessarily suspect. I had--still have--a strong memory of a childhood event that, according to my mother and older sister, simply did not happen to me. It happened to my sister (and there are photographs to prove it), and yet I would swear that I remember the event as an incident in my childhood, not hers.

I have served on a good many juries, too, and have heard so much impossibly conflicting eyewitness testimony, delivered by witnesses who give every appearance of sincerity, that I must conclude memory is very often terribly untrustworthy.

I've had other dreams of dead friends and relatives (always after the fact of their deaths). One involved my asking many earnest questions along the lines of "What's it like to be dead?" The subject (an older mentor of mine) just kept saying, "You're you. That's it. You're you." While I was dreaming, that seemed to have some immense significance that totally escapes me in a waking state.
 
Spektator said:
Knowing how fallible my own memory can be tends to make me regard anecdotal evidence of this type as necessarily suspect. I had--still have--a strong memory of a childhood event that, according to my mother and older sister, simply did not happen to me. It happened to my sister (and there are photographs to prove it), and yet I would swear that I remember the event as an incident in my childhood, not hers.
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I had a similar experience. My memory had detailed imagery of an event that happened apparently before I was born. I assume someone told me a story, I created images, and stored them in my memory.

If everything we do/think is stored in memory, then rememembering a memory becomes a memory itself.
 
I had a dream a few years ago that I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. As I approached the bathroom in the darkened hallway of my old house—which I was living in at the time—I noticed a soft, orange glow emanating from it. At first I thought it was just the night-light—in real life, there was a night-light in the bathroom that produced a glow almost exactly the same as what I saw in the dream—but upon a more detailed inspection, I discovered that it was a family of frontiersmen from the Old West that had set up a tent in my bathtub and lit the bowl of my toilet on fire so that they could cook food over it. In order to get a better look without barging in on them, I made myself "fall" onto and adhere to the wall adjacent to the bathroom's doorway, which was a much better vantage point for seeing what they were doing. Then a gigantic, fanged rabbit jumped out of some Coliseum-like structure that stood where the living room was supposed to be and began eating me. I subsequently woke up and couldn't go back to sleep for the rest of the night because the image of the rabbit was so jarring and traumatic to me and it would invariably pop back into my mind whenever I closed my eyes.
 
I've had a lucid dream.. Well. That means different things to different people, I should say I had a conscious dream where I was fully aware I was dreaming.

Before I was conscious during it, I was in New York and a meteor was coming, it's kind of blurry but other stuff happened here too and it was a semi-nightmare.... but then something happened and I realized I was dreaming.

That's when it popped off and I turned into super-neo flying around, beating up bad guys and "i knew kung fu" and then I flew up and hit the meteor and knocked it out of the way.

Stopped bullets too and did other crazy things.

When I was sleeping, by the way, a Matrix movie was playing on TV and I eventually woke up during the dream and went back to sleep and went back into the dream.


Best dream ever.


Oddly enough, at times during the dream I found I couldn't fully do what I wanted to do the way I wanted to do it. Odd huh? For example, at times I couldn't fly as fast as I wanted to, even though I was aware I was dreaming. It was puzzling even in the dream ;p Sometimes I'd break past it.



I've also had dreams where there was a time bomb about to go off in my grandmothers house, and I was searching frantically to find it for the longest time, hunting everywhere, I would eventually find it and try sooooo hard to dismantle it, in futility.


One might think I should call my grandmother and warn her about a terrorist bomb in her home, but as it turned out it was my alarm clock having been going off for 15 minutes.
 
Has anyone here ever had one of those dreams where you try to look around you but you can only partially open your eyes and/or your neck is stuck so that you have to look at the ground?
 
I put very little faith in the meaning of dreams.

I just had a dream where I was a baseball player. Actually a manager. Our team were losing something terrible. We had problems. The locker room was a mess.

I identified the problem as a player that always wore high heels up to bat. Everyone wanted me to fire him, but I couldn't. I called the owner, Michael, and he told me I couldn't fire him. He was wearing a cardigan. He told me to put him in the greenhouse.

What does this really mean: I have a fantasy baseball team. It isn't doing well. The problem was with a trade offer for Mark Loretta. Beatles: "Get back Loretta, with your high healed shoes and your low neck sweater. Get back home." My home was painted green. The reason the "locker room" was a mess was because I was behind on laundry.

So I don't think that a dream about a baseball manager storming about in high heals and a cardigan in a greenhouse mumbling about dirty jocks really means much other than vague associations to the day's events. ;)
 
Batman Jr. said:
Has anyone here ever had one of those dreams where you try to look around you but you can only partially open your eyes and/or your neck is stuck so that you have to look at the ground?
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I used to have a recurring them in my dreams. I would be walking around, doing things, with my eyes shut, but I could still see ( sort of like the Mr Magoo cartoon character (who I could never stand). Haven't had this recur in years. :)
 
Years ago I had this vivid dream - so vivid that when I woke up I was not sure it really did not happened. For some reason I recall it sometimes.

I was aboard an airplane taking off from Florianopolis (a city in southern Brazil) airport, and as soon as it took off, turbines failed and the plane crash-bellied in the middle of an avenue surrounded by tall buildings facing the bay. I had this dream a couple of days after returning from Florianopolis.

Now, two points:
(1) As far as I know, there´s no such avenue nerby the airport.
(2) I have no fear of travelling by airplane -actually I enjoy it a lot. I travel by plane at least two times each month and have flown in several types & sizes of planes.

Now, last Friday the plane I was in was about to take off from Florianopolis. I remembered the dream and started to get a nap. I was half asleep (my plane was coming from another city, and before that I drove 4 hours to reach it), turbines gained power, plane rolled, and took off, with me still half asleep. As soon as it gained some altitude, turbine power was reduced a lot. I woke up thinking "WTF? That dream was prophetic?". Looked down, we were some 300 m high, flying along the coast (nice sight, BTW). then I remembered that sometimes the planes make a small sightseeing flight over Florianopolis coastline, and sometimes the flight crew forget to tell passengers about it. I enjoyed the ride, and slept again.

Now, if I were an (uninformed) woo -can we really say there are informed woos?-, you can guess the outcome...
 
slightly different experience

I have a different experience when it comes to dreams. Several years back I went through a phase of having dreams that were a bit off. For example, I was helping my daughter look for some kind of info, and referring to my partner, but - the odd thing in the dream was, it was not my partner of the time, I referred to some bloke called Garry, and the house was not the flat we lived in at the time, but a house.
I spoke to my husband of the time about these, and we both agreed - very odd, but nothing to think about further. I used to keep a dream diary, but it was lost in a fire.

Now, on 3 separate occassions, I found myself in the circumstances of the dream. i.e, my current partner is called Garry, I was helping my daughter the other night and told her to ask him for advice, and we live in a house.

The first time this happened a few years back, I called my ex, and asked if he remembered me speaking to him about these dreams, and explained the one at the time. At first he said.. umm... maybe, sounds familiar, tell him more... and then agreed that he remembered that particular conversation.

This week I have twice had the absolute conviction that I had just experienced one of the dreams I had told him about. Unfortunately, we aren't on such good terms any more, so I won't call him. He also likes to mess with my head these days, so I don't know if I would believe him now anyway, whatever answer he gave.

It's like deja-vu, except I don't clearly remember the dream, I get a flash of me doing whatever I was doing, and then a memory (or whatever) of me explaing to my ex - "so I was just doing this everyday thing,... but the weird thing is, that you weren't there.. and the house was all wrong... " and so on.

I don't know exactly what my beliefs are in precognition. I am still open to persuasion either way. I know that instinctively I would disbelieve someone else telling me they foresaw something, but then, when these events happen to me it seems so real. Yet, I know I have no proof - even to myself, that I am not kidding myself. I don't have my dream diaries any longer, and we are talking about a period over 6 years ago.
Also, it was like an ad for an upcoming tv program - just a flash of a picture - there is no 'helpfulness' to the 'vision' (for want of a better word). There is no reason for me to see myself advise my daughter that someone else can give her better help on a homework question than me. What purpose does it serve? So, I think my memory must be playing tricks on me somehow, but I don't understand how or why.

It's confusing, and I just wondered if anyone else ever experiences this type of thing - not remembering the dream, but apparently living through a moment that you believe you already described to someone else after a dream.
 
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