Greetings and welcome to my dream world. I can't say I have a lot of hair tails to share. They go like this:

I get longer hair that gets to the bottom of my neck in back, over the ears on the side and in my eyes in the front. My wife doesn't like me to have longer hair, nor my mother or Sandra at work. Think early 70's styles here. I want to have longer hair like I did in High school but everyone thinks I need to conform.

So, about every 6 months or so, it get's trimmed where my neck, ears, and eyes are visible again. Wife, mother, and Sandra at work rejoice at my conforming to their ways.

Very boring. So I'd like to present some reading a bit more interesting. Here, in this journal, I'd like to document some of my wild and sometimes torturous nightmares. Maybe someone can shed some light on this uncontrolled working of the mind. Yes, hair is sometimes a prominent part of my dreams.

So here it is, Sir Rat's Hair Raising Tails of Tribulation. :o

The first dream I'd like to document happened Sunday morning. Time was about 6:30 am.

I woke with the absolute worst migrane of my life. My entire head hurt so bad, I felt like I needed to vomit. My neck hurt so bad I could barely turn it. My back hurt all the way to my waist. My right side was numb. I was freezing cold. Actually, I though I may be having a stroke.

So, the dream that seemed to cause this latest migraine:

I was in (I believe) New York City. Firey balls from the sky reigned down on the city. I was able to escape to a tunnel trian (subway?) with a girl with black curly hair. I believe others are present, but not significant in the dream, other than the driver.

In the tunnel train, I could feel the shock waves of the city being destroyed. The lights of the tunnel dimmed and flashed. I held on to this girl with the black curly hair.

Eventually, this tunnel train surfaced in what appears as a country setting. I could see behind balls of fire burning in all the horizons, but the immediate country scene was still peaceful.

The train continues. We go through a small town where buildings are destroyed. I notice the destruction as being heavy on the tops and lighter on the bottom.

"Bombs." I tell this girl with the curly black hair.
"This is the end." she says.

"I can go only as far as fuel will last. That's it." says the driver of the train.

*Wake up with horrid migrane.*

Even if you're not, er, allowed to do what you want with your hair, this journal should be rather intersting, Sir Rat! I'm not sure what that dream means, but I really hope you don't have dream-induced migranes very often. I think I would have freaked out if I woke up with a migrane and major pains in some parts of my body while another part felt numb!

My non-professional interpretation of your dream, Sir Rat.......

Your migraine started while you were sleeping.  The pounding and throbbing that comes with the migraine were the bombs falling.  Being underground represented your being asleep.    The driver's statement was referring to how long you could remain asleep.  The only piece I can't fit in is the girl with the black curly hair.  Maybe she was your dream guide?  ;D

I hope you don't have too many more nights like this one.

Welcome, Sir Rat, to our journal world!   :)

Greetings: I am glad to report being migraine free for an entire week. I only had one minor headache that dissapated while weeding the garden.

Had only some minor insignificant dreams this week. One of me with Christmas lights. One out walking in the yard, ect. Figures, I start to document all the horrid phases of sleep and they go away.....

The most significant dream to record was Sunday, today, at 12:30 PM, (yes, a short one hour nap.) My pool was full of dogs playing with a ball. It ends when the phone rings and I'm staring at a pool full of dog hair. Possible cause: I had to install a new pool filter Saturday afternoon.

Robin, I've gone nowhere in building the new bike. The pool filter took most of the afternoon and I slept in till 10 that morning. I did a little stress relieving art last night. We had major amounts of rain last night into today with heavy lightning and thunder. According to my crude rain guage, (the pool), we got over three inches of rain in 12 hours.

Good to see you in this part of the forum :)

Congrats on the migraine free week! :D hopefully there will be more, and more.

hey, wasn't that storm somethin'!? split a tree into three!!! :o

anyway, lookin' forward to reading your journal

A pool full of dogs playing ball - that's a sight to see!  But, yech, the hair would be a mess to clean up.

I have faith that you will get the bike built. Keep at it!

I had four distinct dreams this morning between 6:50 AM and 7:45 AM.

The most significant was where I was a bystander with another who had a hunting dog. An animal, half rabbit and half something else ran into a hole. The hunting dog chased it and entered the hole to capture it. The person went to the opening where a wolf stuck his head out and growled. Soon, a second wolf head appeared.

With both of these wolves growling from the hole, the hunting dog stuck his head out and whined under the two wolf heads.

My lone part in this (adventure?) "It looks like this guy just lost his dog." This was the last of the series and most remembered.

Very weird and migrane inducing.

One other, I think it was the first, is one of those really odd ones where I am that woman with black hair. I'm walking to a Jeep Cherokee parked alone on a lot. As I open the door with my key, someone forces me into the Jeep. The other door opens and I struggle to both shut and lock the passenger door and force the other attacker out the driver door. This one is a re-occuring dream with similar plots, (ie. carjacking), but usually a different car and different levels of force being used against me.

I have no idea why I have that re-occuring plot. The last time was the same night I had the shark dream waiting for the 747 to sink a couple months back.  :o

OK, the shortest of them... I thought I woke up, think it was about 7:30. There was this blonde girl, possibly mid teens. Her hair was dirty and she was in a state of dissillusion. Her eyes were dailated. Her expression is one that I would describe as horror. She wore a white tank top that was filthy. She told me she saw the 'Johnson torture' and started to cry. The dream only lasted as long as it took for her to say her piece. I woke sitting up against the headboard.

I haven't been around in a while -- but it's about time you made a journal!

=)

Wow, Sir Rat, I read your first dream and it was like reading something that I could have written myself, about my own dreams....or nightmares.

The dream entailing fireballs in the sky, and bombings, and having someone or myself make me aware that it is "the end" is nothing short of a recurrent nightmare for me.  Often times in those nightmares I am actually faced with my last moment, my last breath of life, and it usually involves me being engulfed by one of those fireballs from the sky.  I stand in the middle of the fire, I'm completely engulfed, and in a wierd, sleepy way I can feel the heat and pain of it, this is always my waking point.

It puzzles me why I have such thoughts in my head while I'm sleeping, because I know that I don't think any such thoughts during my waking hours, I can't understand it! ???  Most people would never believe some of the horrible, gory nightmares I have, they would just never guess it of me...I wouldn't guess it of me!  But they're there, and they are active and vivid as can be, and they're in my head.  I think this may be what causes much of my sleep walking and talking...

Sir Rat: Pardon this bold suggestion, but I think you should spend the night at a sleep evaluation clinic pronto! It sounds like you have a serious case of sleep apnea. That's not good for you or your lady rat, whom you probably keep awake and occasionally hurt.

My former husband had a mild form of this disorder and would have strange, terrible nightmares...some of which would make him leap out of bed & just start freaking out when he was not entirely conscious. Other times, he literally attacked me in his sleep.

That's one more reason this guy is my former husband.

You really should see a doctor.

wrote on Jun 26^th, 2006 at 4:09pm:

Sir Rat: Pardon this bold suggestion, but I think you should spend the night at a sleep evaluation clinic pronto! It sounds like you have a serious case of sleep apnea. That's not good for you or your lady rat, whom you probably keep awake and occasionally hurt.

You've hit it. I have this disorder. I fall asleep during the day anytime I sit still. But so far, I have not hurt anyone. She goes to bed long before I and gets a few good hours before I come to bed.

The medical fix is a couple thousand for the sleep clinic and diagnosis for something I know I have. The breathing machine is another expense. Generally, I avoid hospitals because they never let me leave.

The practical fix is to get back under 210 lbs. When I am in the lower weight bracket, she says I sleep better and I notice the blood pressure is down. But the dreams are always there and have been from youth.

Wow, so you fall asleep while sitting still?  Oh, I've heard of that, that goes by another name, doesn't it...something with an N maybe?  Hmm, can't think of it now.

You know, it's funny what you just make click in my head when I read the part where you said you've had the dreams since youth.  I've been trying to blame my nightmares, sleep walking / talking on the stress in my life, but I can clearly remember having such vivid dreams and nightmares, and the sleep walking and talking from a very young age...maybe around 4 or 5?  

There were several accounts of me wandering in my sleep, usually my mother or sister would find me and take me back to bed.  More like I would wake them up some how, and they'd have to take me back to bed! :P  I still do it to this very day.  I am even aware of when I am dreaming sometimes and am learning how to control them, my husband thinks this is very wierd!

The last time I was acting out in my sleep (about a month ago), I sat up off the couch, grabbed a lit jar candle and turned it upside down, spilling the hot wax all over our coffee table.  The candle burned my hand, which kind of woke me up, but not enough to pull me out of dream state.  I realized what I did the next day when my husband was looking in horror at our poor coffee table & I told him what I remembered doing.  He's going to have to shackle me soon!

Narcolepsy, maggie.  :)

And yes, Sir Rat, shedding a few pounds makes sleep a lot more restful because your body isn't working overtime to churn sugars from your food and the like...

I hadn't had a good restful night's sleep in 2 years, since my hubby gained a lot of weight.  Then I recently read an article on snoring, and one of the suggestions for the suffering partner was ear plugs--the squishy, disposable kind.  I don't know why I didn't think of them before, and I highly recommend them to anyone who asks.  The plugs don't completely cut off all sound, but the snoring is muffled to the point of simply being a minor annoyance rather than driving me to the point of murder.  

Maggie, luckily, I don't leave the bed when dreaming. If I did that to our table, she WOULD shackle me. Now my son has been known to wander in his sleep and talk as well.

My son has a friend who stays the night sometimes who actually has a dream personality they all call 'Nancy"! This personality has been witnessed by many of his friends during camping trips. From what they say, this Nancy personality is very mean and makes threats.  :o Normally, this is a well behaved kid.

Yes, we all dream, (except poor Robin), but many do not remember them like you or I.

Actually, I have a new dream to document in the next frame that will make your hair curl!

Another dream from this morning:

I'll write this up front, it is one of the most graphic death dreams I've ever had. It takes place over three wake-ups: 3:37 AM, 5:20 AM, and 5:50 AM. For the record, I tried to go to bed at midnight, but only tossed and turned, so as not to disturb my wife, I went to the family room until I felt tired. I turned in at about 1:30 AM.

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This nightmare starts again with fire reigning from the sky. People are panicked and running about. In this dream, I am sometimes myself and sometimes a spirt that has hovering and flying abilities with a connection to the supernatural.

I suddenly find myself in outer space talking to a (superbeing, alien, ect..). I look down at the planet while receiving instruction of some kind to stop the tyranny on Earth. I look down and wonder if I'm so far out in space that I will have to re-enter the Earth atmosphere.

"Look" I hear.

I see another decending to Earth. He, (for some reason, I know who it is) bursts into fire upon entering the atmosphere. "uh-oh.."

Now for some reason I end up in Texas, but Texas is dark and barren of plant life. It looks more like Nevada, but it's supposed to be Texas.

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Here's the graphic part you may want to skip... I'll try to keep out details unless absolutely neccessary...

The Earth while I was gone has been taken over by creatures with pteratoctal type wings. Each is blue and carrying a person in their claws, dropping them into a hole in the ground. As a spirit, I'm given a glimpse inside this hole where people are dropped. I'll just say it was probably hell and most of the real bad graphic torture happens here. In here, the monsters are red instead of blue.

3:37 wakeup. Hot and perspiring. Making sure I remember this to document later.....

My mission is to find a secret code in one of the fireballs falling from the sky and present it to the leader of these winged monsters so the tyranny and death to others stops. I try desperatly by picking up these burned objects and presenting them to this leader as we hover about two feet off the barren sand. I'm getting desperate. I can't find the right combination of fireballs to present.

5:20- woke up, heart racing.

Now I see a peaceful Earth. I'm back in familiar territory. Things seem peachy until I realize the whole Earth is now controlled by a radio frequency of 101MHZ. No one seems to know but me.  :o

Alarm goes off at 5:50.

There is no morning migrane this time, but an odd feeling of peace to start the day. If I had to start the day at 3:37, that scene would have haunted me horribly all day. Well, it does in a way, but maybe not as bad as if the alarm went off in the midst of all that death and torture.

wrote on Jun 27^th, 2006 at 11:02pm:

In this dream, I am sometimes myself and sometimes a spirt that has hovering and flying abilities with a connection to the supernatural.

In my dreams, I have the ability to breathe under water and leap exremely high, sometimes actually floating, too.  :)

Sheesh!  With dreams like yours, Sir Rat, I'm GLAD I don't dream!  I checked out a website for dream interpretation and looked up aliens:
Aliens

To dream that you are an alien, symbolizes the undiscovered part of yourself. Your manifestation as an alien may be your way of 'escaping' from reality. Dreams of this nature also symbolizes your outlandish ideas and your wild imagination.

To dream that you are being abducted by aliens, indicates your fears of your changing surroundings or your fear of losing your home and family. You feel that your space and/or privacy is being invaded.

To see aliens in your dream , signifies that you are having difficulties adapting and adjusting to your new surroundings. You are feeling "alienated" and invaded.  You are also having difficulties in how to handle or deal with a certain situation or person. On a psychological level, seeing aliens may represent an encounter with an unfamiliar or neglected aspect of your own self.

http://www.dreammoods.com/

Dream for July 1st, recorded at 4:10AM.

There is a rally of some sort where President Bush is expected to attend. He is late. I am there. I think I am myself in this one. It is an open green grass field, cut short with a small hill going down in front to the spectators.

Anyway, President Bush is later brought in front of the crowd in handcuffs with Barbara Bush, (the mother).
~Strange, but that's how I saw it in the dream! ::)~

I remember is people screaming and shouting when I woke.

Better add this discaimer:
If the president is guilty of anything, I know nothing! It was only a dream. :o

Here's a fresh one right out of my deranged head. Sunday, July 2nd. 1:30 PM.

First, I'm at a small establishment that sells parts for (whatever I needed a part for that minute). The business was in a small house.. While I'm waiting, I'll describe what I saw while the young lady with long black hair retrieved my part.

I'm standing in what should be the living room. There is a half door seperating me from the kitchen that the young gal with long black hair used as an office. On the table was a mirror, some bobby pins and scissors. There was also a pad of paper and a phone. The kitchen counter was strewn with paperwork. I get my bag and leave.

Now this would be rather insignificant except for the next scene. I'm at an eating establishment sitting with some guy I don't know. The interesting part is it's the SAME HOUSE! The dining room is the old living room. The half door still seperates the kitchen from the living (dining) room. My order is long overdue. I decide to get up and go out to investigate a sound of thunder.

I go out the side door of the house. There is a metal awning above. The siding is painted in that old chalk paint they used in the 50's and is white. I look to the Northeast to see a building thunderstorm as I wipe the resulting white powder from my hand from touching the siding on my pants.

I'll take a few words to describe this cloud since it took several moments of the dream. The cloud was deep black. It was moving fron NE to SW, a very RARE direction fof storms to travel in Eastern Missouri. Lightning bolts not only travel to the ground, but also straight up in the air toward heaven. The cloud is growing faster and faster before my eyes. The terrain was very flat and barren of any trees. The wind was calm.

Some old guy joins me on the side of the building.

"That's a big one."
Here's where Robin may take note of my reply:
"Yeah, and I got 15 miles to get home BY BICYCLE!!!!"

At this time, I consider abandoning my lunch and start the ride home. My know for some reason the ride from this location is due West, so maybe I can out run this storm if I really pedal hard! But instead, I run back into the house. I storm through the half door into the kitchen where I'm told my lunch is ready. Back at the table, the guy I didn't know is still there, but at the end of the table is the same girl with the black hair stated earlier!

I was woke by a phone call. I was very disoriented and thought it was night! I couldn't figure out what day this was at first. Caller ID says it's my wife cellular phone.

"Why is she calling me so late at night." Now I see I fell asleep sitting at the computer. ::) It's afternoon and I had one of those ~I sat still too long and fell asleep~ things. This is very fresh and I can relate most of the minute details, which were in vivid true color.

Friday, July 14th 7:45 AM

I woke to another migraine headache. In this dream, I am myself and paid for a seminar of some sort. Everyone is at a counter in one room. I typed my user name and password into my laptop. It's my little Toshiba. I know this by the name and psswd. I typed.

We move into the next room filled with chairs and desks. There seems to not be enough seats for everybody. I take one at the end of a table close to the speaker.

Guess... Yep, woman with black hair....

Anyway, I'm told by another this seat is reserved for someone who is deaf and needs to be close to the speaker so she can read the speakers lips. Reluctanly, I pack up my laptop and proceed to find another seat.

Only they all seem to be taken. I look and look around the room for a spot. Just as I'm ready to give up, another table is set. I go there to sit.

"No, this is for the basketball team. They will be here later.

"Hmph..." I try again in vain to find a seat. I realize it is a lost cause and want my money back for the seminar as it is about to start.

"We can't do that."
"But there is no where to sit."
"We're sorry. We need to start. Find a seat."

I'm walking up and down between tables searching in vain for a seat. There aren't any. I figure I may as well leave.

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*woke up*

Do you do any dream analysis?  I use this site almost exclusively - they have a great database of symbolisms

http://www.dreammoods.com

And I learned some interesting things there too.  Like sometimes in a dream, it might be about events that happened that day, and those are pretty obvious.  The ones that aren't so obvious, with people popping up from your past, can be seen as different aspects of your personality that are similar to that person.  So the dream, although has many characters, are all about you and how you are feeling subconciously.  

If I've had a troubling day and can't quite put my finger on why, dreams really help me understand what's really going on in that noggin of mine!

Hi, Khrome!

First, I HAVE to say that new white dress you have is spectacular! (Having visited your homepage.) And you are very pretty modeling it. I was in awe....

I had to get that out. Now back to the dreams. I've never had my dreams professionally analized. I've visited that site before, but still I fail to understand the deeper meaning of the dreams. I figure the death dreams are part of my sleep problems where I quit breathing, but others are less obvious.

The dreams where I'm a woman still escape me....especially the ones where I'm carjacked! ???

However, I still visit sites like the one you mention for clues. Actually, I'm somewhat afraid to know some of the deeper meanings of my tortured slumber. I'll continue to document...

Dream for July 16, woke up near 5AM with this one.

This dream would probably be insignificant except for the subject matter generally discussed here and the actual day this was dreamed.

I am myself and a lot younger. I'm at the kitchen table at home (in this case, my parents kitchen.) I think I might be late teens. Maybe 20 or 21.  My younger sister appears and I look at her in amazement!

Her hair is thigh length! It's a golden honey color and seemed to get this way in a very short time... :o

I say: "Why did you finally grow your hair?"
"I have a new hairdresser" her reply.
"She must be amazing!" I reply.
"I don't know about this. It tickles my legs when I wear shorts" her reply.

??? ;D ::)

OK, the dream ends. I wake up. Another weird dream...

Except:

July 16th is her birthday.
She has NEVER worn her hair longer than mid ear.
At this time of my life, late teens to 20's, I had no interest in long hair on women but grew mine longer. However, in mid teens, I liked the look and used to beg my sister to try growing her hair. (And my parents to let me grow mine longer) :(

My sister never showed interest in growing long hair, unlike me...

wrote on Jul 17^th, 2006 at 3:47am:

Hi, Khrome! First, I HAVE to say that new white dress you have is spectacular! (Having visited your homepage.) And you are very pretty modeling it. I was in awe....

Aawwe shucks, thanks!!  :D  As you probably read from my site, it's a traditional Philippino dress - I need to write about it in my journal because I've mentioned it a while ago, and promised pics.  I keep forgetting to post them!  I will go do that now.

As far as dreams, sometimes I try not to analyze them too much.  I just treat them as a form of entertainment, like watching TV.  There was a pretty good movie called Until the End of the World where they figured out how to record their dreams.  They would get addicted to watching them over and over, so all they ever did was sleep, wake up and watch dreams.  I could see that happening if we could record dreams in real life!

Repetitive dreams: Thursday morning from about 6am till maybe 9AM.

I kept dreaming I was in my first house. This is the house I bought when still single and the first we lived in together. All my old neighbors returned, even the ones who passed on. Each time I woke and fell back asleep, I would have yet another scene at the old house.

This is a subject that keeps popping around every so often.

I think there were five instances of this subject in this set. The last one woke me for good in that I dreamed my wife's cancer came back ??? (which she had during our 6 yr. stay there). Normally, dream scenes in my first house are peaceful rather than scary.

wrote on Jun 27^th, 2006 at 11:02pm:

Another dream from this morning: I'll write this up front, it is one of the most graphic death dreams I've ever had. It takes place over three wake-ups: 3:37 AM, 5:20 AM, and 5:50 AM. For the record, I tried to go to bed at midnight, but only tossed and turned, so as not to disturb my wife, I went to the family room until I felt tired. I turned in at about 1:30 AM. ------------- This nightmare starts again with fire reigning from the sky. People are panicked and running about. In this dream, I am sometimes myself and sometimes a spirt that has hovering and flying abilities with a connection to the supernatural. I suddenly find myself in outer space talking to a (superbeing, alien, ect..). I look down at the planet while receiving instruction of some kind to stop the tyranny on Earth. I look down and wonder if I'm so far out in space that I will have to re-enter the Earth atmosphere. "Look" I hear. I see another decending to Earth. He, (for some reason, I know who it is) bursts into fire upon entering the atmosphere. "uh-oh.." Now for some reason I end up in Texas, but Texas is dark and barren of plant life. It looks more like Nevada, but it's supposed to be Texas. ------ Here's the graphic part you may want to skip... I'll try to keep out details unless absolutely neccessary... The Earth while I was gone has been taken over by creatures with pteratoctal type wings. Each is blue and carrying a person in their claws, dropping them into a hole in the ground. As a spirit, I'm given a glimpse inside this hole where people are dropped. I'll just say it was probably hell and most of the real bad graphic torture happens here. In here, the monsters are red instead of blue. 3:37 wakeup. Hot and perspiring. Making sure I remember this to document later..... My mission is to find a secret code in one of the fireballs falling from the sky and present it to the leader of these winged monsters so the tyranny and death to others stops. I try desperatly by picking up these burned objects and presenting them to this leader as we hover about two feet off the barren sand. I'm getting desperate. I can't find the right combination of fireballs to present. 5:20- woke up, heart racing. Now I see a peaceful Earth. I'm back in familiar territory. Things seem peachy until I realize the whole Earth is now controlled by a radio frequency of 101MHZ. No one seems to know but me.  :o Alarm goes off at 5:50. There is no morning migrane this time, but an odd feeling of peace to start the day. If I had to start the day at 3:37, that scene would have haunted me horribly all day. Well, it does in a way, but maybe not as bad as if the alarm went off in the midst of all that death and torture.

Hey Rodent! :)

I just read this. Could some of this dream represent the heat wave that has hit St.Louis? especially since 22 ppl died from the heat?.....just a passing guess

Dream recorded Friday afternoon:

Woke up this morning from this dream at 5:56AM. There were three beings in this dream but only one was human. I think it is a death dream but not sure.

I am nothing but a spirit like being. I have no active part in this dream other than an observer.

It starts with this beautiful young girl standing by what appears to be a lookout point up on a cliff overlooking a body of water where the shore on the other side is not visible. She is distressed and crying. She wore a flowing white gown and she had long black hair at about knee length. The gown and her hair waved gently in the slight cool breeze as she cried. She was beautiful. I mean breathtaking beautiful.

A voice from another spirit like being spoke. This being could be heard but not seen. "Come be with me. Come be with me." This spirit kept repeating this to the beautiful woman until she finally jumped from the point into the water about 10 stories below.

She floated to the top of the water face up. I'm allowed a close up of her at this point as she floated downstream. The other spirit began to sing the carol, "Silent Night". The spirit to be heard but not seen had a beautiful singing voice as the carol was sung to the woman.

The last line, "Sleep in heavenly peace", was sung by both the spirit and the woman. Over and over, the last line was sung by both the woman and the spirit.

I'm now deprived of the close view of the woman and am now at a distace where I can see the bigger picture. The body of water ended at a cliff and the woman headed that direction. "Sleep in heavenly peace" continued to be sung.

As the woman faded from my view, the spirit to be heard but not seen is revealed to me.

The spirit was female and her name was, "THE TEMPTRESS"!

Pretty quiet lately with the nightmares. I'm only sleeping about four hours a night. On a good night... Just can't get to sleep. Last week, Saturday, I actually stayed up all night.

Fast forward to this past Friday. I had a dream in black & white. There was a woman with lighter color hair, real skinny, and sitting on a stool in front of a mirror. A girl sat on her lap. I walked into the room seeing this black & white scene thru my eyes. They turned their heads to me.

Remember the black & white...Except one thing..... Both the woman and the girl had RED eyes! Everything else was monochrome.....

The woman said, "Terrorists just blew up a bus at the school. Your wife and daughter were in it."

------------------- !!!!!!!!!  Woke up !!!!!!!!!!!

Whew! I don't have a daughter.... It was only a dream....

Approaching 9/11 probably prompted that dream.  Still a scary thought.

wrote on Sep 11^th, 2006 at 2:33pm:

Approaching 9/11 probably prompted that dream.  Still a scary thought.

Not sure, BB, maybe? I think probably more to do with the war in Lebonon. Remember my wife has deep Lebonese roots.. Acts of revenge have happened at her place of worship in the past.   :o

I'm not sure why the frequency of dreams has decreased. Or maybe I'm not remembering them as well? But again, I don't sleep well anymore. When I do get more than 6 hrs, I wake up with a horrid migrane that goes all the way down my spine.  :o

I have trouble when I wake up from a long sleep as well.  I've finally identified that most of what I am sensing is confusion.  I am so unacustomed to sleeping, that I wake up disoriented and confused which gives me a headache!  

Not remembering your dreams probably means you either are not getting into REM sleep and you are not dreaming, or you are sleeping longer, past the REM sleep and you are not able to remember the dreams.

Today I have new dreams to document. There seemed to be three, probably realted.

First, I dreamed that I was bleeding from everywhere. I don't care for the sight of blood, especially my blood... :o I woke up and searched the bed for blood and was relieved I was alive and not bleeding. Tine: 1:30AM. Was asleep less than an hour.

I dreamed I died. I don't know exactly how I died. I only know it was sudden and I was young. I'm now a spirit roaming the Earth observing everyone I know. I try to talk but no one listens. I see things out of place and try to fix. I  can't. I keep roaming. I remember being at my son's baseball game, so he had to still be <15. I woke up at 5:30AM. Still have a half hour, so I go back to sleep.

Last, I'm in a helicopter. I think it's an Army helicopter. It's over a body of water, looks like a small lake. Someone from the shore fires a rocket at it and hits it in the 'bubble' part. There are three of us in this helicopter.

Suddenly, I went into spirit mode. I see the helicopter drop to the water from a distance. I think to my spirit self, "I didn't make 30. I wonder what life coould have been at 40, 50, ect....

Woke up at 5:50AM. Might as well get up and look for food. I wonder if #3 is how I died in #2 and caused all the blood in #1? Only my subcontious knows.........

Pretty active night last night... My wife is on vacation and I've been swinging it on my own for the last couple days, y'know, frozen pizza and deli chicken and Pasta House...

rodent wrote on Oct 9^th, 2006 at 11:40pm:

Pretty active night last night... My wife is on vacation and I've been swinging it on my own for the last couple days, y'know, frozen pizza and deli chicken and Pasta House...

Sheesh!  No wonder you are having nightmares!  :o

I've had a series of nightmares this past week due to being hit by the honoriest meanest person alive, who threatened me and left. Investigation ongoing.... Some of these are very short and I don't remember details, except waking to a 100+ heartbeat scared to death.

But I'll share a lighter dream I had. Think of those Southwest Airline commercials: "Need to get away?"

So, in this very short but detailed dream, I cut down a dead tree. The tree falls.

It misses my house, but any good thing to happen ends there. It hits a utility pole, which knocks over another. And another. Soon, every pole in the world has fallen in domino fashion. I'm there with everyone staring at me with my chainsaw.

Need to get away? That's the feeling I had when I woke. Sheesh!

Note. All trees in my yard are healthy.... And trimmed away from power lines.....

I'd be careful with the chainsaw for a while!! ;)

I'm sorry you've been threatened.  I hope everything works out OK for you.

Rodent's dream 7-22 9:00 am wake time: Seems to have happened in two parts.

I am at my prom minus my senior year gf that was supposed to accompany me. Those of us without dates are hearded in an area to be paired with girls who are in the same position.

A girl in the class that was very unpopular and the guys thought was on the ugly side was close to the front of the girl's line. I seemed to be weaker, thus was pushed up to the front of the line.

"I guess i'm stuck being paired with her". I take my turn. Sure enough, I was. Without looking at her, I take her hand and proceed down the winding steps to where the prom (must have) been held. Blindly staring ahead. I hold her hand down the stairs for what seemed like an eternity.

I feel her body move closer to mine. I look at her.

I see the most beautiful girl with long black hair looking back at me. "Huh?"

"Thank you" she said.

In astonishing bewilderment, this part seems to end right there.

Part two seems to be the conclusion of the prom. We all are supposed to walk this lap around the ballroom, (or whatever room the prom was held). I'm up front leading the way all around the room until the very end. A few seem to pass me. I know them. As they pass, they dissapear. The room gets emptier as I walk faster.

I wake up at 9:am.

A bit of background. I didn't go to my prom at all. I did something very mean to my gf two weeks before the prom and we broke up. We got back together about a month after graduation only to see her leave for good two months later for college. But those were two great months.

I guess this haunted me in this dream.  :-?  :-/