Third Drawer Down [giveaway]

Bobak said | 8 November, 2007

ive had a few bizarre dreams as of late, but i havent been able to capture the fleeting images to memory. the last memorable one i can recall had to do with playing craps in vegas. i was yelled at by pit bosses and jeered by the players for not being able to throw the dice on the table, which consisted of a narrow fish tank filled with water. it was almost impossibly narrow to throw both dice so they would land in the tank. when i finally did manage to do so, the dice floated down, hit the point, and i made a lot of money. sadly, that money did not carry over when i woke up.

casinos aside, i had another memorable dream last night. nicole and i were going on a vacation to china together with her parents. for some reason, we had a connecting flight in san francisco, and the dream began when we were landing at the airport. instead of a straight runway, it looked like we were landing on a giant, circular asphalt patch. the weird thing was there were farmhouses and silos strewn about on right in our landing path and appeared impossible to avoid. so here i am freaking out, thinking we were going to get destroyed by these buildings, but everybody else appeared calm as if all landings were like this. now the craziness. we would have hit all of the farmhouses and silos if we landed straight on the patch, but instead, as soon as we touched down the plane started spinning and doing 360s, figure 8s, and other whirlwind-ish maneuvers. amazingly, the plane managed to avoid hitting the structures, and once it came to a stop, people got off of the plane as if nothing happened.

we then got on our flight to china, where this plane was compartmentalized into rooms that had plush red carpets. shortly before we were supposed to take off, i realized i had to go the bathroom. apparently our compartment didnt have a bathroom so i headed to the airport one. the airport bathroom consisted of a small, dimly lit room and for some reason, i didnt have my shoes on so i was walking barefoot. the first thing i noticed was i was stepping on ground that was very wet and puddly. while i hoped this was water due to an overflowing sink, its proximity to the toilet made me think otherwise. if this wasnt disconcerting already, the toilet was even more bizarre. instead of a friendly porcelain bowl, it was a barbeque grill set in the ground, complete with sausages scattered about the sides. thankfully i didnt eat any of the sausages in my dream, as that would be something i would probably consider in real life. i went about my business and then returned to the plane where i took care to dry my feet on the plush red carpet.

Anastasia said | 8 November, 2007

One dream that has stayed with me thorugh the years had to do with David Bowie. More specifically, Jareth, the Goblin King. I was walking home from school whe, myseriously, he zipped up on me in a personal sized flaying saucer. Then we made out! Unfortunately, he could not take me with him back to his kingdom

corey said | 8 November, 2007

a steady roll of pokes to the face by the ape from the cover of the Lee “Scratch” Perry album, he never stopped and i never moved.

morganna said | 8 November, 2007

A few years ago I was really down on my art. None of my lecturers at the time liked it, and I was ready to throw it all in and become an accountant. I went to sleep with a heavy heart and more than a few dewy tears on my lashes.

I dreamt of this amazing gothic iron spiral staircase that was sort of skew in a Tim Burton way if that makes sense. It was completely surrounded by darkness and got bigger with each step that I toook. I was trying to walk up it but my legs were like lead. Exhausted by pulling myself up I hung onto the banister and my feet gave way.
Instead of falling to my death I was pushed from behind. I look down to see I am riding what is to this day the most beautifull horse you have ever seen. The horse turns around and looks at me and sort of smiles. We are running up the staircase and once we reach the top I look down to thank my horsey freind, but she’s gone. There is a huge door, I open it and start moving like Sonic the hedgehog, all blurred and manic. I end up in an art gallery and see my work hanging on the wall.

I kid you not the next day my art won a compettition and was put on a wall in a gallery. It was freaking bizzare.

KateB said | 8 November, 2007

I had the coolest dream the other day, it was a while ago, the Chemical Brothers were about to release a new album but then I met them and they gave me all the songs they liked best for me to remix them, and it sounded the most amazing songs you ever heard!!

Dale Hutton said | 9 November, 2007

I sat and ate an entire rainbow and then woke up laughing…

KF said | 9 November, 2007

I was in a barren room filled with this bluish-nordic sort of light. There were these navy blue pouches of fabric which I was using to make prints of using white paint onto the floor. Reaching inside one of the pouches, I felt this white rabbit, alive, and covered in the same thick white paint. I started gently making prints of the rabbit on the floor, when I noticed that although it had feet of its own, instead of eyes it had rabbits feet (you know, those good luck charms that you can buy?)

Joel said | 9 November, 2007

I used to have this terrible dream when I was younger. It would appear maybe 2-3 times a year and now it only stops in once every two years or so. I am in old my old bedroom, it was in the attic of my families 3 story home in Ohio and like a lot of attics, it didn’t have a rectangular shape as at about 4 feet up, the ceiling started to slant inward toward an apex which was the roof. This gave the room a long mailbozy feel. For some reason the room had a skylight, which my room didn’t.

Like a lame horror movie, it was a dark and stormy night. I can see the branches being tussled about in the wind and occaisinally the room alights from the lightning. I have the radio on and again like a lame horror movie, I hear a report that a lunatic has escaped from the asylum. I walk across the room to sit on my bed. Lightning flashes, I look up at the skylight and there is this monstrous thing, somehwat shaped like a human but with long sharp claws, animal or lizard like skin and terrible eyes. I know he can’t be the lunatic because he’s not human and yet I know he has to be th lunatic and he has to be after me, although we have no previous connection. He jumps and crashes through the skylight and the elements of wind, rain, coldness and lightning flashes pervade the room. I try to get up to run and this is where the dream gets terrifying for me. I can’t get up, I feel heat surging all through my body like I suddenly have a 105 fever and I am sweating and burning. I manage two steps from my bed toward the steps downward, but I know that this pace I would never be able to escape. And the burn surges more, I feel like I am internally ablaze, sweating, surging into my head like it might explode. I have almost forgotten the lunatic/beast who is just feet from me and I am overcome with rage and frustration at my inability to simply run from the scene, at my inability to have control over my body. I am really burning, really terrified and then I am awake, sweating, often breathing heavy, knowing its just a dream and I should go back to sleep, not wanting to sleep if it means having that dream again.

Nora said | 9 November, 2007

I used to remember my dreams every morning and also wrote them down for many years.

I once dreamt I was sleepwalking. I walked down into the kitchen and went straight to the knife rack. I took a big bread knife and cut open my skull. Even though the top of my skull was completely off now, I felt calm. I reached into my head and what I took out looked like small, colourful exotic fruit. Then my mother came downstairs. She looked at me, terrified and shouted: “What have you done? You have to put your brain back in!”. I was still very calm. I looked at the colourful shapes and tried to remember the order in which I had taken them out. I was thinking hard, but just couldn’t remember. Then I realized that was because I didn’t have a brain anymore.

Then I woke up.
Hm. What did this mean?

Emily said | 9 November, 2007

I have a daughter who ever since she was born has marched to a different drummer. I was always thinking to myself, “what IS it with her, anyway”? Then I had this dream. She and I were standing at the edge of the waves on a beach…it was dusk but otherworldly, kind of purple/blue dusk. She was holding my hand and we were looking out over the ocean. Gradually we began to hear the most beautiful music imaginable, like a choir mixed with humpback whale calling mixed with things I don’t have words for. It got louder and louder and as we looked into the sky we saw angels (I knew they were angels but they looked more like a sketch of an angel-transparent not solid), many many angels winging in over the ocean singing their heavenly melody. I turned to my daughter and said, “these are your people, your true family, that is why you feel like you don’t belong.” I woke up in tears.

christine said | 9 November, 2007

When I was a little girl I had this recurring dream that took place inside my mothers living room.

She had just finished reupholstering her furniture in this bizarre terracotta to match the color of the freshly painted walls and new carpet… the room was looking pretty orange.

My family was gathered around sitting on the couches and dispersed throughout the room on the floor sitting around talking watching TV, generally being amicable. As I sat opposite them listening parts of the walls appeared to move as a large spiraled coil emerged from within the walls. As the coil surfaced more I noticed it was attached to a body, stick like but that eventually completely removed itself from the wall becoming a new character in the room. It said nothing. No one else seemed to notice as it hovered over their shoulders and others began to appear. There was a family of at least 5 spiraled coil figures now surrounding my family still oblivious. I got up and screamed and told my aunts and uncles to wake up and get out… but they couldn’t hear me. The figures gently guided each member up out of their seat and into a dark enclosed space attached to the room. The whole time there wasn’t a sound. I remember being so scared.

Saraaa J. said | 9 November, 2007

Hmmmmm…so many vivid dreams to choose from. Many of them very twisted, a few very beautiful, but I will share one of the most terrifying…..

I had this dream when I was 17, 8 years ago. My dream starts with me in bed, about ready to go to sleep. My room looks as it always did, and my mom is sitting on the edge of the bed. We are talking, and she is about to say goodnight. Then very abruptly, she runs out of my room mid-sentence. I get out of bed to follow her, wondering why the hell she ran out like that. I walk into the kitchen and my mom is on the tile floor, lying on her back. My dad is standing over her, and he is slicing her with razor blades. She is writhing around in a pool of blood. She has bloody lines all over her arms and legs, and she does not seem to be fighting him, but when he cuts her she groans is pain. I scream out, “WHAT IS HAPPENING…..WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?”. My mother looks me in the eye and says nothing. Then she lurches toward me, and slices my leg with the razor blade. Then I wake up. One of the most gruesome dreams I have ever had. Never told Mommy and Daddy about this one! Hha elhehek hs slakjd hahhaha!

Nichole said | 9 November, 2007

Of this my dream consisted:
strolling around in cities dimly lit to barely reveal the homeless scattered in boxes all around. garbage cans seemed to have overflowed with a lack of material inside. i continued along my stroll upon reaching the next block the light became brighter almost blinding. children were playing all around the smiles the source of the light; pain in their eyes. for they who had gone through so much pain still found happiness in the little things. suddenly a surge of hope engulfed my heart as i continued along. more problems of the world today became visible each with its one unique form of hope paired in company. at the end of the street i had an option; an opportunity. so i continued on to find the kit to change the world; a willing eager heart full of compassion (this showed itself as a huge or rather gigantic hot air balloon and an unending supply of boxes.) i took the balloon up and for years in this dream land i sailed around in the brisk air dropping solution boxes to those in need. these boxes apparently when reaching the intended recipient became whatever that person needed. in my years; in one night i solved the problems of the world. if only it were so easy upon waking.

B said | 9 November, 2007

I am on the concrete rooftop of a building, and the city is abandoned. The paint is peeling from all the edifices around me, everything is gray. I am sitting Indian position and staring out into the space. I feel like I am in a desert at dusk, no people, complete silence.

I hear someone walking on the gritty concrete. I turn and there’s a thin man in a shirt, jeans and a cape. He has the same dreary appearance as myself and everything around. And then he bolts– he runs and jumps off the edge of the building. I go into a panic until his gray cape falls off and reveals very large orange wings. Not avian in any way, but yards upon yards of soft membrane with intricate yellow patterns underneath, almost like a sea of fabric.

He looks back at me, not floating, but caught in the actual process of falling. We are frozen in time. I can’t move. It feels unnerving and makes me panic. I want desperately to be able to move, but I also know that the moment I can does, he will continue his descent onto the pavement.

I resolve that I am prepared to be frozen eternally to save his life. I am mesmerized by his wings and the way they splay across my line of vision, like an extremely soft and beautiful gash.

After what seems like forever, time snaps us (like a high-tension string) back into motion. His fall does not break the silence.

I woke up crying (a good kind of cry, like when you see something gut-wrenchingly beautiful) and started to paint. The dream– the sights and emotions– were so real, like some sort of apparition. I still get goosebumps and teary-eyed about it.

B said | 9 November, 2007

^The wings were bright orange, I neglected to say. Bright brilliant orange like turmeric powder with yellow patterns underneath.

Alex Aslangul said | 9 November, 2007

I keep on dreaming that I will never wake up,
Awake each morning with a pain in my gut.
The day begins yet again,
To find that it will just end.

AA

Dan said | 9 November, 2007

I keep dreaming I’m biting on wooden clothes pegs. The handle end, not the grippy end. I try and close my mouth, but it springs open. If I bite clothes pegs like this while I’m awake, it feels just the same as in the dream. I never bit a clothes peg until I had that dream a few times. It’s weird my subconscious knew what it would feel like. You should all try it. Really.

It’s either that or I dream I’m being crushed my an invisible force, over and over again.

I much prefer the clothes pegs dream.

Alison said | 9 November, 2007

I dreamed that I was on a swing in one of those indoor beaches (in Japan). I was having great fun passing time and letting my toes skim the top of the water. La la la. After a little while I realized that I was swinging higher and higher above the water. My swing had gotten caught up with another swing, and I was swinging high inside the “dome”. There was a family swinging a couple of swings over with a baby hanging on to the back of the swing. I remember thinking that to be dangerous. I kept on moving my legs back and forth. After awhile it was time for everyone to leave the beach area. By this time I was really high, and I could not get down (I was afraid to jump). Tourists began taking photos of me stuck high above the water. I kept swinging. Finally an “expert” of the acrobatic world threw me some rings which I grabbed with one hand (with one hand still firmly gripping the rope). The idea was that I was supposed to latch on to the rings and they would bring me safely down to the water. I chickened out though. Woke myself up… hands clenched.

Mariana said | 9 November, 2007

I had this dream that I was pregnant and had a beautiful baby. It was painful at the beginning, but very very pleasant at the end. The funniest thing though is that I wasn’t sleeping when I had that dream. I was totally awake.

Lizzie said | 9 November, 2007

Its always fuzzy- remembering the images and content of our slumber visions… but they do help me make my art- make sense of this world and the relationships we weave. I woke up this morning after watching skiers through a plate glass window… as if they were in an exhibit… as all the skiers came the the end of the run they stood in front of the glass. All looking at me. I realized I was the one on ehibit and immediatly felt so caged and self consious. Like a zoo animal.
I walked around and around trying to get free from their stare… free from their eyes. I could see an old lover and his wife- they were both dressed in black. I saw my own family, and so many other familiar faces… but I did not want to be examined. I felt awkward and unusual. Then light… rinigng alarms… and daybreak. Time to go order those ski passes and take Eloisa to the zoo…. hum?

Michael said | 9 November, 2007

I have always dreamt, since i was a child that I have been savagely attacked by a guide dog. It pins me down and tries to eat me. I know it is a guide dog because it is wearing a guide dog harness. To this day I freeze up in front of the little bastards because I think they are going to try and attack me.

Paula said | 9 November, 2007

Last night I dreamt that my mate Carla and I bought some roller-blades, and launched ourselves down a huge neverending hill… We knew there was a risk of colliding with on-coming traffic, but we didn’t care!

Kitty said | 9 November, 2007

As a young child i often experienced dreams of a high intensity, but the most vivid one to date would have to be the lemming dream circa 1991.
It was up in the mountains and I was a humble lemming sitting upon a log, which all in all felt quite normal. Some time had past, I’d had a nap and woke to the entire lemming congregation scurrying about in an excited frenzy. They were preparing themselves for something big, a decision was being made as to who would lead. They lined up behind the chosen leader and one by one they ran toward the edge of the mountain and cascaded their little bodies over the edge. What was happening? I didn’t understand. Why, why, why? I asked a respectable elder who was gracious enough to fill me in. “Well my son” he said, “If you jump the cliff, you die. And if you’ve been a good little lemming, you’ll go where every good little lemming goes”. “Where, where, tell me” I begged. “To mars bar heaven of course, where you can eat as many as you like and feel the pleasures of the sweet gooey goodness without being sick”. And with that he left to join the others. I felt this opportunity to good to miss, so I jumped up off my log, ran to the line and excitedly awaited my turn to jump. When the time came my run up was long and fast, I leaped into the air and flung myself with all my might. The next thing I remember, I was deep underground eating hundreds of mars bars. They sure were delicious. Our stomachs had all swelled like giant beach balls, we were high on caramel and nougat and nothing in this world could have been funnier. We were high as kites, pissing ourselves laughing, rolling around on our huge beach ball guts.

T'kaka said | 9 November, 2007

A friend died earlier this year and I had a brilliant dream that the two of us were together again, deep in a European “Beauty and the Beast” or “Swan Lake” style forest. There was a huge, luminous gold castle in the middle of a lake. It was dusk. My friend was flying up around the castle and down through the water. I was swimming in the lake (amazing, for in real awake life, I don’t know how to swim!).

Anyway. Corny and not that exciting. But it was a chance to spend time with someone who had gone away and to do things not possible when awake. When I woke up, I really, properly woke up, for the first time in a long time. I felt rested. Happy. Maybe even energetic*. The end.

*Still needed my morning coffee though. Pathetic!

Doni said | 9 November, 2007

I had a dream once, and in that dream all of my dreams came true

Jeremy said | 9 November, 2007

zzzzzzz

Pat said | 9 November, 2007

Back yard, green grass lawn, banana lounge, mum at the top of the back stairs with her dressing gown on and broom in hand, lying on the banana lounge, looking at the blue sky, when the sun, the moon and all the other planets gather in a circle in the sky – the sun and moon are equal in size, like big yellow egg yolks – they are all vibrating in harmony together in the sky and then a little subtitle scrolls in under the sun and moon, saying ’solar eclipse’. This was followed by an equally interesting dream but perhaps that’s enough for now?

margot wiburd said | 9 November, 2007

I dreamed I walked into my little upstairs bathroom at Albert Park. It was cheery, featuring bright blue art cards, a verdant maiden hair fern potplant, a happily patterned shower curtain, homely bath mat and pale green painted walls. However…a big, square window had mysteriously appeared on the left wall.

Looking through it, I was shocked, but fascinated, to see that the outside view was entirely black and white and grey… And instead of the Albert Park shopping centre, I was looking out over an enormous, steamy, muddy, prehistoric landscape populated by giant dinorsaurs! A past of long ago, thrust into my present. So vivid was the dream, I’ve thought about it for over ten years.

Lisa said | 9 November, 2007

I had a pretty incredible dream about a year ago… It’s long, so have patience with me.

My mother and I had moved to a rocky island far, far from any mainland. It was formed from the junction of two jutting mountains that poked above the waves. The sea about it was shrouded in an impenetrable grey mist, and a cold rain was perpetual. There was a kind of small valley between and to one side of the two mountains, with terraced rock and carved stairs that led from either mountain down into the vale. The only vegetation on the island was a patch of tall grass at the very top of those terraces, and two tall pines that sheltered against the sheer rock.

Both mountains were practically hollow, and riddled with caverns. There was evidence that both had been lived in, though one had been emptied and the other had only a few material remnants of the former occupants. My mother and I were the only ones on the island now, and it had been deserted when we arrived.

We had moved into the caves that still contained some furnishings, scant though they were. There were a few beds, covered in damp sheets, and a great portrait on the wall of a middle aged man with white hair. There was no food on the island, and no apparent way to get it. I searched extensively through our caves, for anything that might have been left behind. I discovered what looked like a pantry, but all that was in it was a much-folded and hand drawn map. It was of the opposite cave system, and though I had explored it as well and found it entirely empty, the map showed an icon shaped like a purple vial in one of the long galleries there. I went to investigate once more, but found no trace of any such object.

The food situation was getting desperate. From the limbs of one of the two pines, I fashioned a kind of trap. I was hoping that some traveling gull might fall afoul of it somehow, though I had nothing to use as bait and so this hope was really quite pathetic. I was descending the stair one day, to check the trap (I had set it in that protected spot near the pines) when I looked up to see a full grown female boar standing in the lee of the pines. With each step I took closer, though, she faded, and eventually was gone altogether. The trap had been sprung, though, and in it I found two baby boars, both sound asleep. Overjoyed, I reached in a took one of them, waking it. It looked at me with big, dark eyes, shivering, and I was unable to bring myself to kill it. My mother was more pragmatic, however, when I showed it to her. She seized it by the chin and slit its throat cleanly with a knife. My job became cooking it. I set up a small collection of firewood and grass, with the piglet spitted above it. The cold wind and rain worked against me, however, and I failed entirely at my attempt to get a fire started.

Despaired, I wandered back down the steps to where the second piglet still lay. It was awake, and upon seeing me it slid out through the bars of the trap and approached.
“Hello,” it spoke. “Have you seen my sister?”
I was dumbstruck. The image of the other little boar, spitted and hanging over my failed fire, hung in my mind. I felt too guilty to say anything to her, and only sunk to my knees. She climbed into my lap, small and furry and brown.
“I guess she must have wandered off somewhere.” I did not reply. Settling down, she began to tell me her story.

The island had originally been settled by a great and beautiful Sorceress and her followers. It was no more plentiful then than it was now, but by her powers they made do. The unique geography of the island had forced the group to split into two parties of eight people each. The Sorceress had settled in the entirely empty caverns with some of her disciples, and the rest had settled in the one in which we now lived. Among the ones in that second cavern was the white-haired man of whom the portrait was painted. As time advanced, he had begun to think of himself as sort of a co-leader of the group. Eventually, he even felt that he should be the logical choice of consort for the beautiful Sorceress.

The Sorceress had taken for herself the long gallery I had seen marked on the map. In it, she kept a long row of enormous purple vials, at least two or three dozen. Each contained, suspended and inanimate in violet fluid, a creature. There were all manner of birds and fish, mammals and monsters and a few that looked much like the Sorceress herself. All she needed to do was climb into one of these vials, and she could travel away from the island in whatever form was held within. There was one that appeared very much like her, but with the delicate hooves of a boar instead of hands and feet. It was in this form that she had met and fallen in love with a man on a far island, and with him made her two girls.

The unrest on the island had grown. Knowing how dark and jealous the white-haired man had become, she had hidden her daughters from his knowledge. But one day, the white-haired man sneaked into her chamber whilst she was traveling, and saw in the vial an image of her embracing her lover. What exactly happened was not clear, the little boar girl had not been there to see it. All that she knew was that she was utterly alone now on the island.

“Except for my sister,” she said. She looked up into my face. “She’s very quiet, and shy. Are you sure you have not seen her?”

That was my dream. I still get this cold, guilty feeling in my gut when I think about the poor little boar-girl and her sister.

e.h. said | 9 November, 2007

well, i put mine in storyboard format. it sounds better that way. this is one of my most memorable and favorite dreams…of all time. i’m a nostalgic sort of person, so i guess that’s why i always dream about being a kid again. here it is.

the dream :

i am a small child again. a motley group of other children crowd around me, and we start to race. we run on dirt roads and streets, entering a building still undergoing development. we climb onto the iron bars that are the strength and support of the building.

as we run, climbing up higher and higher up the building, a construction worker appears. he is angry and chases after us, but we run.

we are fast. we are quick.

we have suddenly landed upon the ground and race against each other.

“who will the bad man catch first?” we sing.

no one, or nothing but the wind we create as we scamper past his grabbing hands.

we escape the worker, and playfully skip about one another.

time rolls on, and we reach an area in which there are rows and rows of rice paddies. i jump across the shallow little streams of water, stamping onto the rich soil the pattern underneath my shoes.

the other children run behind me, their laughter filling my head.

i run. i dance. i join in their laughter.

we are as young as we were before. we are full of the air that instills us with life.

we grab at freedom and take what is ours.

fin.

so that’s it!

Simone said | 9 November, 2007

I had a dream about a month ago. Pitch black, very cliché universe imagery. Black and little white stars that merge together. But I was dying, and I was watching myself die. It was very intense and I was trying to stop my death. Wake myself-when you recognize that you’re having a bad dream and just telling yourself to wake up-but I was telling myself it wasn’t my time. Needless to say I woke up sweating and wide-eyed. It’s probably too intense to put into words but for me—it reminded me that I was human and that although I’m not afraid of death it will inevitably happen.

—mo

pacey said | 9 November, 2007

i dreamt i swan to an abandonded island, well it seems abandonded, until i found a group of indian people. it was kinda of like gilligan’s island. except i was the american that taught the children all sorts of games and cooked for them. we lived in a troipical marijuana farm. we became family.. we eat out of some form of bowl carved from tree bark … i just remember having no shoes and when i woke up i had taken my socks off in my sleep and i felt that inspired to go voilunteer for an orphanage.. i researched it the next day.. and because i dont like to get that personal on a public site i will not reveal where i am going! xoxo

Rebecca said | 9 November, 2007

I dream about waves.

Huge waves, where I sail along the top of them, yet they never seem to break… they just sweep me along for miles and miles. It feels like I am flying and I am so happy.

Morgan said | 9 November, 2007

I had this weird dream that I never really worked out. I was a skunk and I was fighting a mongoose, like a life and death fight for about an hour. It just went on and on through this forrest, up and down tress, over rivers, everything. I woke up more confused than I had been when I went to sleep. That was probably 7 years ago and it still puzzles me.

Chris said | 10 November, 2007

I have had this same life-changing dream three times to be exact, why will become obvious later. The dream is always the same and is always very VIVID. I am a fish. A trout, with bright stripes and a sleek, slippery fat trout body, I can feel my body going from side to side in a swimming motion. Slicing through the water, leaping out of the water against the opposing current. I am swimming up-stream. The water is choppy and rough (I’m sure it is something I had seen before in some sort of wildlife adventure show). The dream always ends abruptly. I am fully awake and I know, with out a doubt, that I am pregnant. I don’t know why I know but after each dream I always made a trip to the drug store for a kit and I was dead right every time. I have three boys. At first I thought I was imagining it but after three times, I was sure the dream was my subconscious mind’s way of letting me know I was expecting. (Thank goodness I’ve never had that dream again!)

Julie said | 10 November, 2007

Possibly the most bizarre dream I’ve had was actually set across three consecutive nights. The environment and people all started out the same. I was set in a High School gym, not unlike the HS I attended. Only, there was an olympic sized pool in the middle of it, with bleachers surrounded. Everyone one I’d known my whole life was there, for some sort of event.

In my dreams, I saw someone kill someone, I killed someone, and on the third night, I killed myself in that pool. When I woke that third night, I finally started to get freaked out. And the dreams stopped. I’ve never had them since, but I always remember that state of fear, shock, and vivid depth of the water.

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A reoccurring dream I’ve had since childhood is one that is somewhat lucid. My field of vision is a beige straw canvas with a single black line and faint buzzing sound. The whole dream consists of my eyes following the line’s movement across the canvas. It travels up down, straight, and and often tangles itself in a ball, and I fight to unravel it.

As I grew older I was able to control the line, restrain it, and set it free. It also didn’t scare me anymore became almost a liberating experience.

miss elisa said | 10 November, 2007

ive had many a memory of a dream that tingles down my spine with the glittering of the sunshine through the curtains. But none come with the feeling of divine awareness within the world for knowing whats just gone through my mind that night quite like the recurring dream ive had since long before my time it seems.. The story told of a different world with scattered objects, tress and other beings but central to all was myself and the knowledge all was well. nothing was as it seemed but for the fingers, mine, i could see gently touching, feeling everything and merging into their energies. all was one and one was all the world in itself and myself in the world and together as one we were free. and as always i awake with a tingling within me as i see for the first time in this reality my fingers.. warm,sticky and attached to ‘me’.

bee said | 10 November, 2007

Last night I dreamt of my grandparents. Both have passed away and it was great to ’see’ them again and feel connected. When they were alive their english wasn’t great (they were originally from China) and it was difficult communicating with them on a deeper level. In my dream we had a really good conversation and I hugged them without feeling sad. Like I was going to see them again. It felt so wonderful to embrace them – something we never did.

Emilie said | 11 November, 2007

It was at the end of the day at school and i was walking to the front of the school to walk home and was listening to the bus nhumbers being called as they come into the school.
As i was listening i heard them say over the loudspeaker “I would like to inform all of you that (ill leave the name)’s mother has died from an overdose”. The girl in question lives in my neighbourhood and was walking home as well so i looked behind me and i saw her and she smiled and waved at me, even though she had heard the announcement.
After that i was still walking home and a guy came up behind me, jumped on my shopulders and started talking about nintendo. I got lost in m=his words and then i was in a yoshi game with him on my shoulders as the baby. i was playing the game and got the the 3rd level where there was fire and magma and a stream of lava to jump over. i fell into this and then the baby flew off my shoulders in a bubble and i had to recapture him but i couldnt. i died and fell into the black abyss and then GAMEOVER.
I woke up to a rainy day and remembered nothing but i saw the guy that jumped on my back at school and smiled at him and it all flooded back.
i dont think ill forget that dream. it was the most entertaining movie i think id ever see in my life.

kara Rasmanis said | 12 November, 2007

I always have crazy dreams, the funniest thing about it is that from childhood i would have crazy vivid dreams and in the morning i would sit at the kitchen table to have bereakfast and say to my mum “I had the strangest dream last night” then launch into every detail of what had happened to me in my dream, I did this so often that by the time i was a teenager my mum would cringe when she heard me start the sentance and then just shaker her head and say “i just dont want to know”… I now do it to my fiance and he does the same thing so my dreams get written down so i can at least get them out of my head…

Josephine said | 12 November, 2007

I’ll always remember a dream I had when I was about 11. I was one of those kids unfortunate enough to not have a pool in our back yard, fortunately, I knew who did in our street and made sure I made good friends with them.
They had one of those above ground pools which stood out like a sore thumb to passers by, all blue and plastic.
So the dream I had one night was simply that a group of us went to this house, but instead of just wearing togs and a towel we brought fishing gear. We set up our lines and started fishing and to my suprise I had a pull on my line, I started reeling it in and to my suprise out jumped a killer whale, so cool. My brother caught a hammerhead shark. Needless to say a killer whale is slightly cooler than a hammerhead, yessss! But the pool had all these cool underwater creatures lurking about in it, even though the pool was probably only about 3meters in diameter. I suppose when your a kid everything seems bigger than it is.

anthony said | 23 November, 2007

In Dreams

Roy orbison

A candy-colored clown they call the sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
“go to sleep. everything is all right.”

I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night. I softly say
A silent prayerlike dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. in dreams I talk to you.
In dreams you’re mine. all of the time we’re together
In dreams, in dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone.
I can’t help it, I can’t help it, if I cry.
I remember that you said goodbye.

It’s too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams in beautiful dreams.
In Dreams

ben
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=clZNwja8M3A
the big O
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1opB5j-y-9I

Zolton said | 27 November, 2007

Hey guys, so many awesome entries! Thanks for taking the time to tell us about your dreams. We had a lot of fun reading them. The five randomly selected winners of the pillowcases are: Bobak, Kitty, E.H, Josephine, Lisa and Morgan. Could you please email me at zolton [@] lostateminor.com with your contact details.

ZZ

Tanya said | 27 November, 2007

A persistent recurring dream when I was young was mostly in black and white which is unusual as I normally dream in full technicolour.

I stand in my front garden. In front of me are the three peach trees in a row, ordered in descending height. It’s quiet and still. The light is sparse as if it’s twilight or near dawn, I can’t tell which.

Here the dream diverges. Either three horses come galloping down the street towards me or a red, gleaming sportcar with a deafening engine (only the car appears in colour so it’s very striking). The horses seem to be heading for me but veer away the last minute and ride away.

The sportscar always jumps the curb and pushes the largest peach tree down on top of me. Trapped as I am under the car, I can’t stop the large black and white dalmations that bound up and try to attack me. At this time, I had an intense fear of dogs.

This dream was recurring for many years.