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What's the silliest dream you've ever had?--Al
-- Al Schroeder (email@example.com), April 30, 2001
I don't think this may qualify as silly, but it was nonsensical. I dreamt I was in the administrative offices of the Tampa Bay Bucs complex (I've never been there so I don't know how I knew this). I was in a room with people sitting in plastic chairs in rows, with an aisle down the middle. Apparently we were all there for an en masse tonsilectomy session. A woman walked around giving everyone a shot of anesthetic in the back of the mouth, not full anesthesia! The doctor started in the back of the room went down each row. He had a woman following with utensils & what I guess was extracted tonsils on a metal tray. By the time he got to me I said I couldn't do it without 'going under' so he said fine wait in another room. While by myself I decided I was being ridiculous, I needed to do it so why not now. I let the doctor know I was going through with it but my shot had worn off. He replied it could not have. My response was that I could feel my lips. Then he said alright, I'd get another shot. The dream ended.
-- Tricia Bassett (firstname.lastname@example.org), May 01, 2001.
My current boyfriend, D, and I were driving cross-country in Tweeter, the 1973 SuperBeetle that I sold at the beginning of December. I mean, in my dream I knew I was driving Tweeter, but he was just solid green, didn't have that jaunty white and yellow stripe. And the interior was pretty much stripped bare, nothing like it used to be.
Oh, and D wasn't my boyfriend in the dream. In the dream, we were still good friends, but had never started dating. Or living together. Or anything.
D and I must have been driving from my original home, back in PA, becaue we were driving to LA and we'd been on the road for three or four days [it's only about five hours or so to LA from Phoenix, I think, so we weren't here].
We were being pursued by the FBI. Couldn't tell you why if you paid me to, but there you have it: the men in black were after us. [Ever read that Stephen King short story, "The Man in the Black Suit"? Oy. Still gives me shivers. Nothing to do with *this*, though ... ]
We ended up ... somehow, I don't know ... out in the hills outside LA, staying over at the house of a family we'd somehow met. We stayed there for a couple of days, the people were really nice, we had a great time, then the FBI showed up. There wasn't a raid or anything violent -- just about six agents came in, sat down, and had a big long conversation with the family and D and I. I remember D was completely silent while the family took everything D and I had said or done while there, twisted it around, and used it to prove to the FBI that we were bad people. I tried and tried to defend myself, but ended up being bundled up in a body bag and stuffed in the back of a big, black, unmarked van.
I don't know if that would qualify as "silly," but it was definitely weird. Very weird. And now I miss my little car more than ever.
-- Maggi Buckler (email@example.com), May 02, 2001.
Frightening nightmares, serious dreams, dreams wherein I found solutions to all mankind's problems ? Yeah I have had all of the above. . . . Silly ? Going back scads of decades my silly dreams were the sexually loaded, hormonally driven dreams from about age 13 until marriage . . . . . Don't ask
-- Denver doug (firstname.lastname@example.org), May 02, 2001.
I dreamed that I was back in college, but in a sorority this time... and the girls all lived in mushroom shaped houses. With little cartoon toadstool-spots painted on them. Very trippy.
-- Crys Green (email@example.com), May 07, 2001.
I was a killer whale. And then I breeded (don't ask) and gave birth to a baby whale. I have no idea where it came from. It was...bizzar.
-- Eowyn (Somayeh@iname.com), June 20, 2001.
once I had a dream that my bed was an iceberg and I was floating in my room, there was a tiny doll sized orange eskimo, not just his skin, all of him was orange..and he had an Ice pick
-- rachel (firstname.lastname@example.org), April 09, 2004.