I woke up to a really weird dream. It really showed me how weird my daily thoughts must be to have construed that mess of a dream.
I can't share because it is an R13 site.
No sex involved, but honestly it was a nightmare, that I found myself trying so hard to feel safe in.

Have you had nightmares or good dreams you want to share? I usually dream about animals and family..

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I remember bad dreams I had the night I found out that Davy Jones died. I was a Monkees fan from about age 9. I had a lot of trouble going to sleep. In my dreams, I told everyone that he died, and nobody cared. When I woke up in the morning, my eyelids were all crusted over. I think I was crying in my sleep.

I only wanted to talk to my sister about it that night but she lived in a different time zone, so I didn't want to wake her.

I had a few with the same theme a while back.
I kept encountering various things, beings.
I encountered big upright 6 foot slugs last time. I got them easily with salt. flippin things.
They were fun dreams, a bit lucid. I really enjojed them.

Last night i dreamed someone stole my wallet out of my purse while i was in line waiting somewhere.they took my atm debit card.

Dreams are funny, I wonder if they have meaning or just random.
Got a dream book and it's interesting to look up what others think they mean.

Some nightmares are complicated stories which can’t be said in a short time usually they hide somewhere unconsciously.

While my dreams do entertain me when I remember them I know dreams are only my brain defragmenting.
Memories are sorted, moved around and stored during dreams.
With sleep deprivation people become fragmented.
Sometimes to the point of not being able to tell where reality ends and illusion begins.

Sleep allows our brains to sort memories and group them together, then store them for recall. It actually improves our memory to dream.
Its common to wake and remember something from the past in great detail.
To wake and suddenly recall the words to a song you loved as a child.
That kinda thing.

Last night I had a weird dream about a life and family I never had, in such detail I experienced wind blowing and leaves rustling.
I woke with a memory of my childhood playing in the yard at my friends house.
Complete with the windy Autumn day and my friends family. I recalled each one of their names and all the details of their yard and home.
I hadn't thought of them in years but there they were this morning, like it was yesterday.

The actual dream meant nothing, it was my brain defragmenting and sorting my memories.

I want nice dreams like yours Tom.

LOL
My dreams are not ... nice, but they are certainly pretty weird and entertaining.

I used to have nightmares and disturbing dreams but when I got rid of my stress those went away.

What I hate are those times when I dream about working.
I wake so tired like I worked all night.
I still get those because my brain is still processing my work life memories.
Lately tho, weird stuff like one dream I had I folded up the shop and put it in my pocket.
I was a mechanic. I banged up my hands, arms, nee. Got burnt, cut and cramped.
I fight pain in my hands a lot now.
I hate dreams associated with the pain I am feeling.
Like when my hands are hurting and I dream I have my hand caught in a bulldozers mouth or a backhoe is kicking me in the nee.

When I was just starting to get control of my stress I dreamed I was falling a lot.
Thing is, I always managed to break my fall with a tree or a wire or something.
It was my brain getting control of my inner stress.
I never have those dreams anymore.
Lately its dealing with pain I feel all the time, sometimes it wakes me and I have to take some Tylenol.

Most of the time tho, my dreams are just weird. Like a mishmash of things brought together for weird reasons.
A duck with a harmonica beak, faces that are helium balloons, highways that loop out into the sky...

I am quite a private person in my real life. When I started back at these forums, I dreamed I was naked standing in front of everybody in here. There was nothing sexual about it. I think my brain was coming to terms with baring my soul to strangers in my poetry and the vulnerability I felt.