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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 10, 2009 23:06:03 GMT -6
Okay. I sometimes have some really cool dreams, and I tweeted about two of them on Twitter the other day. For those who don't read my tweets, here they are, copied and reposted for your viewing pleasure:
01 Speaking of dreams. I had two wild ones last night. I blame them on Felicia Day & Twitter. I'm thinking of suing. lol
02 I believe this tweet started it all: - It was the last 1 that I had read before going 2 bed.
03 It reminded me of the time ... which I already tweeted about. (Dance. Guy lost me. blah blah blah) Then I went to bed. [1-2-3-4-5-6]
04 1st dream: I'm shopping and Bill Paxton & Michael C. Hall are stock boys. They're goofing around, roughhousing, destroying the store.
05 Getting yelled at by the manager to clean up their mess. They yell back. And all the while they are stalking me throughout the store.
06 And I know who they are, and I'm wondering what's up? Am I on 'Punked' or something? But it's all cool. I'm having fun, and they are too.
07 And just when it looks like things are gonna get way cooler ... like wow, these two guys are stalking me. ME! Chatting me up. ME! My cat ...
08 wakes me up to be fed.
09 2nd Dream: I somehow found myself at a small celebrity party. I was a friend of a friend of theirs. And among the celebs was ...
10 Jason Bateman & Nathan Fillion ... and apparently I was creeping them out because I wouldn't stop staring. And the whole dream was me ...
11 creeping out Jason Bateman & Nathan Fillion by staring. It just went on and on ... and then I guess I went back to sleep. Why couldn't I ...
12 have been woken up from this dream, and not the other one? So, that is why I'm suing Felicia Day & Twitter. Felicia because her tweet ...
13 started it, and Twitter because it makes celebrities feel like average joes. Like you COULD hang out with them for real. Like they would ...
14 be more than happy to hang with us. Me. Well, maybe not me. Unless it's Bill Paxton & Michael C. Hall ... who were stalking me, and me ...
15 not creeping THEM out, like I was Jason Bateman & Nathan Fillion. Wonder what I'll dream tonight? Jason & Nathan filing restraining orders
16 out against me? Can you file a restraining order against someone for dream stalking? Oooh. Can I force my way into their dreams? Like ...
17 in a Dreamscape? Hmmm ... must work on that and see if I can make it happen. Maybe get dragged into court, where I can stare at them 4 real.
Okay, anyone else care to share their 'Nocturnal Misadventures'?
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Post by Phalon on Sept 11, 2009 20:52:07 GMT -6
Don't you just hate waking up in the middle of a good dream? Grrrr.
Have you ever (successfully) tried to pick up where you left off the following night?
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 11, 2009 21:58:09 GMT -6
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Post by katina2nd on Sept 11, 2009 23:56:54 GMT -6
And you weren't just a tad worried being stalked by Michael C. Hall Jox, I mean, there wasn't a lot of plastic wrap in the dream was there?  Wish I could add a few but I only recall my dreams once in a blue moon. |
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 12, 2009 0:41:00 GMT -6
 Well, I was being stalked by the actor, not the character, so I never thought to be afraid. 
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Post by Mini Mia on Sept 14, 2009 2:52:24 GMT -6
Well, not quite. It was across an open field.
Let me start at the beginning of last night's dream.
I was at a picnic. I think it started out being a family gathering, and somewhere in the middle it became a company picnic gathering. So it was cousins giving me a hard time at first, and then they became co-workers. They had it out for me for some reason. I've no idea why. They didn't want me to touch anything of theirs. Any food I had, they had to know where I got it from, so that they could be sure it wasn't theirs. On and on they pushed my buttons, and I gritted my teeth and kept my cool. But then they went too far and I was just about to go off on them when a warning went off.
Everyone broke off into groups, discussing the best strategy. I stood off, alone, watching them. My plan was to see who had the best strategy and hang with them.  So, while everyone has their heads together, this mob starts heading our way. One guy and I lock eyes. We have this instant connection, a psychic link. I know that he has chosen me out of all the others, and that he will go to hell and back to get me for himself. And he knows that I am just as determined not to become his.
The groups see the mob coming and break up. Apparently they just decided that it was 'every man for himself.' The mob scatters too, each tracking their chosen victim. I take off as fast as I can to stay ahead of everyone. I race through the woods, jump on a log and ride down the raging river like a surfer, run though city streets, climb gates and fences 3 & 4 times taller than I am. I refuse to go down into a mine to hide. I run into buildings and go all the way up to the top floors and climb out onto the roofs, jumping from roof to roof. I run into other Zombies along the way, but they know I've been marked and they know to leave me alone.
--- Jump ---
To my family. My mother and her parents are joyously visiting with my father and brother in a hidden room. My mother & her parents had faked my father & brother's deaths, and were plotting how to fake their own. For some reason, the Zombies were using them for political control, and so they were not targets at the moment.
And then I woke up. I was shivering. Which explained the dream to me at once. When I'm cold, I have scary dreams. Ghosts, being chased, etc. When I'm hot, I have arguing/fighting dreams. So, I must have been hot when the dream started. Which explains me about to have a knock down, drag out fight. And then I became cold, which changed the tone of the dream completely.
Oh, btw: I don't remember who played the other parts, but Renee O'Connor played the part of my mother. I don't know how she managed that since I'm older than her. 
Now I'm off to bed to see what awaits me tonight.  Weird thing is, I can still feel that intense stare between me and that Zombie. I've felt it all day. I hope he isn't waiting for me to go back to sleep.
Night all.
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Post by Phalon on Sept 29, 2009 5:46:37 GMT -6
I had a dream last night that I was in a huge warehouse. It was set up kind of like a convention, with different booths and vendors selling outdated, useless pieces of junk that once sold for only $19.95, and buy now, now, now and get not one but two pieces of junk for the low, low price of one.
That was it. The whole dream. But I woke up thinking how cool it was, and as the sleep fuzz cleared from my head, I wondered why I would think such a thing.
Maybe my subconscious is telling me I should start watching the Home Shopping Channel, while my awake state says the offer is void where prohibited.
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Post by Siren on Sept 29, 2009 10:11:33 GMT -6
"dream fanfic" - you cracked me up with that one, Jox. Hee hee! I think you dreamed that, Gams, because, being a good friend, you sensed the anxiety I was having at that moment: I was up way too late, watching a show about hoarders, and then got worried, looking at my messy house. www.aetv.com/hoarders/ |
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Post by vox on Sept 29, 2009 13:30:17 GMT -6
Ooooh Jox! I wonder what Freud would have made of your dream, how he would have interpreted it? I have a book somewhere that supposedly tells you what your dreams mean! I too hate it when you are in the middle of a good dream and suddenly wake up and no matter how you try, you cannot get back to the same dream.
Does anyone ever have the same dream over and over again?
by that I mean on different nights, not the same night!
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Post by Phalon on Sept 29, 2009 22:09:39 GMT -6
OMG, Siren. If anything, after watching some of those clips, I feel relieved. I'm not a hoarder, I'm not a hoarder! I actually wondered about it the other day. LX asked me what I was going to do with the stack of birthday cards sitting on the dining room table. She had that look in her eye that said, they're going to sit here forever, aren't they. Only until I go on a cleaning spree and throw away everything I've been saving for the past month, keeping just a few things here and there. I look at my desk, and can't actually see it because there are so many stacks of papers and books covering it....and the small desk next to it, which I got because the desk I work at was too cluttered, is beginning to look just like the one where I sit.
But nope, I'm not a hoarder, because it'll all be gone when I get around to cleaning it off....one day. Soon.
I've had variations of the same dream, Vox, sometimes years apart. It's usually a dream about teeth, which usually happens right before I have to go to get them cleaned. The dreams are nightmares - I hate going the dentist.
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Post by Siren on Sept 30, 2009 8:18:01 GMT -6
Gams said "I look at my desk, and can't actually see it because there are so many stacks of papers and books covering it..."
PAPERS! They are my biggest source of clutter. I wish I had a Jetson's-style robot maid who went along behind me, organizing all the paperwork in my life.
Oh, come on, Gams - we're all friends here. You can admit how you secretly love visiting the Dental Dominatrix. Lol!
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 11, 2009 18:15:53 GMT -6
I had a dream last night . . . :
I was standing on the shoreline with a woman; I have no I idea who she was because she’s an image my brain conjured up. In my dream though, I had some vague idea that she was my brother’s girl friend, (it really doesn’t matter ‘cuz she only played a bit part). There were some other people milling around, and they don’t matter either, except to say they were all too chicken to get in the water – no one gets in Lake Michigan in November!
Only the woman and I dove in, and we swam out to an island made up of huge broken concrete slabs. Lots more people milling around on the island, drinking, eating, and having fun it seemed, (one guy had a two-headed alligator in his lap, that apparently found its way through the sewage drains and ended up in Lake Michigan). All these milling people were smiling, and offered help to get us up on the concrete slabs….except they weren’t helping at all. They were blocking the way; every time we hoisted ourselves up, there were too many legs in the way to actually get our bodies out of the water. That was the last time I saw the woman; I don’t think she made it.
I did though, aided by a really creepy guy in a plaid shirt, (all the creepy guys in this dream wore plaid shirts). He pulled me up, and led me up to a balcony type room where he said he thought he saw Hubs, (who suddenly I was looking for). Hubs wasn’t there though, so the creepy plaid guy said he must have gone down the “other way”.
The other way was a fireman’s pole type thing with a metal gate attached to it, the idea being to step out onto the gate and twirl around (it was like a playground thingie), then once you got sufficiently dizzy, drop to a concrete slab twenty feet below where drunken people would catch you. “Don’t worry”, said CPG, “they never miss.” Yeah, right – just like the people on the edge of the island were “helpful”. I knew they’d step out of the way as soon as I dropped, and let me splatter on the concrete. I’m petrified of heights – even in my dreams, and no way was I getting out on this thing. CPG pushed me though, and then spun the gate around so fast, I thought I was going to fling out into the water, get hypothermia and be sucked down to my death.
I clung on for dear life, when the thing turned upside down! ACK! I was screaming for Hubs at this point. Finally it stopped spinning, and I slid down the pole to the now empty concrete slab. I walked inside a tower-like-thingie, and found myself in a dimly lit bar with three more CPGs, even creepier than the first CPG. There was bartender CPG, bar patron CPG, and really hairy CPG laying on a couch in very grimy pair of overalls. In fact they were all very grimy, with extremely icky greasy hair.
The bartender CPG asked me what I wanted to drink, and I told him I was way too p!ssed to even think about wanting a drink. I just wanted to find the way off the island, and this obviously wasn’t it. I turned to leave, and found the door I’d just walked through padlocked. Bartender CPG led me to another door that opened into a dark stairwell with the stairs only leading up. I entered, and all three CPGs followed. I turned to ask where the stairs went, and found Bartender CPG had bars sewn into his lips, (like the Hannibal Letcher mask), overall CPG was even more hairy than before, and I had a vague notion he was a werewolf. The last CPG was nondescript.
To my question of where the stairs led, Bartender CPG replied, “Up. We’ll let you get to the top first.”
Then my alarm rang. I thought about rolling over and going back to sleep to find out if I made it out alive. And then it hit me – I was on Zombie Island!!! I started laughing, and was thankful the noise didn’t wake up Hubs, who’d ask me what was so funny. And then I'd have to explain it to him.
Mornings need to be started with coffee....not eye-rolls!
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Post by stepper on Nov 21, 2009 18:11:52 GMT -6
"To sleep, perchance to dream-ay, there's the rub."
In the dream these events did not appear at all incongruous, but immediately on waking it was obviously nothing more than random visions. I suppose some find meaning in their dreams, but for me, even remembering a dream is a rare occurrence and I see no correlation to the real world.
I can’t remember where it began, only passing flashes., but the flashes bothered me – that even though only a dream such things would occur.
I’m above a home. I’m not flying, I’m simply floating above it. The home is a low, single story, straight building. Plain. Not a hovel, but it lost all traces of grace or grandeur many years ago, if it ever had any. Then I realize that it’s part of an estate, what’s left of it. There is at least one other building which is a small guest house that goes with this one. The trees are bare, and the grass is brown all over except immediately next to the house and in the space between it and the guest house. It doesn’t seem out of place that the vegetative world is sleeping but around the house the season has not imposed itself. It seems the season is late fall. This home is located somewhere near my childhood home. I know this because one of the kids who lived across the street from me when I was young is suddenly the subject of the dream. I’ve agreed to drive him to some golf club. It doesn’t bother me that I’m transportation for someone I haven’t seen in 40 years, but I’ve agreed so I’m going to do it. This is an imposition. I don’t understand why, but it is. So I get the truck – which I didn’t have until 35 years later – and start driving. I get the neighbor close to his destination and then remember that the house belongs to my mother and there’s some kind of problem with it. I’m very close to where I’m supposed to drop off the neighbor so I pretty much do that – drop him off – and turn for home. Instantly, that’s where I am. And inside. Surprisingly, one of my brothers is there too. He’s concerned because there is a storm coming. Why does that matter? Now there are other people in the house too and they are all milling about trying to accomplish something. There’s confusion – an anxious feeling in the room. The first wave of storm clouds goes by, and what the h3ll is this?? The roof is leaking. There’s no attic so the leaks all drip directly into house. There’s nothing “fine” or expensive about any of the furnishings, but still, it’s all she has. How could I have let this happen? It doesn’t make sense and now I’m agitated. There is no way I would have let this happen! But there it is, and a couple of the leaks are serious. I don’t know where mom is, but she’s around somewhere. My brother suggests I check on the bungalow. I hurry to the other building which is now much closer to the big house than it was earlier. The bungalow is in better shape than the house. Newer, it “feels” secure but extremely small. There’s a bed, a crib, a dresser, and a TV. The TV is on with the volume low. It’s been left on all night. (Something else I wouldn’t let happen.) There’s a strange dark haired lady sleeping in the bed, and a baby girl is in the crib. I recognize neither of them. The baby girl is the only person throughout the dream who appears clearly – in focus. She is just weeks old, but with a full head of long nearly black hair. She’s asleep – facing my direction. Her tiny features perfectly formed. Everyone else is merely a presence, amphoral, except for this baby. I don’t know her nor the mother. But now my attention is returned to the neighborhood friend. It’s time to pick him up and I leave to get him, but he’s left early. I look for him briefly but the house is distracting me. It needs to be repaired and soon, the storm is approaching. I abandon my driving duties. When I’m back in the house, I notice the floor is different. It’s not really a floor. There are now several people in the house. While I was gone “they” put in several spring form cots for the people who are coming. I think it’s a wedding but I’m not sure. The cots are all covered with soft blue blankets. And the cot idea strike me as being pretty clever. They’re springy. Walking across them is fun! Like being on a trampoline - bouncing from one to the next. And they’re raised off the floor which has rotted over the years from being exposed to the leaking roof. Again I experience a growing rage. I would not have let this happen! There’s no way! Now I know this is a dream, and it’s got to end. I start bouncing towards a dark archway from which no light escapes, using the spring cots to launch myself along the way. Quickly! Faster! This nonsense has to end. And as I move towards the darkness it does. It’s over.
It’s still dark, but I’m awake and surprised to find that I remember a dream. It’s early in the morning, before dawn. Thanksgiving is less than a week away, but now I have clear memories of the holidays. How my home was the central gathering point for all the family. Most all the relatives came. Thanksgiving meant a true feast, the extra leaves for the table in place making it larger, longer, allowing space for even more people. And afterwards we’d gather in the living room and watch a football game pretending that we had a clue about footfall or which team would win. But mostly, it was family. Everybody came. It was THE reason to celebrate the season for me. They are of course all gone now. I live with memories, and a few black and white pictures. The ghosts of Thanksgiving past. All of these thoughts flood through my sleepy brain faster than I can grasp and then flee into that dark archway that I almost reached. I get up long enough to confirm it was a dream, and then return to bed. I’m no longer angry, but still, I wouldn’t have left mom in that house, in those conditions. There’s no one to tell, no reason to tell, but still I want to say it. I wouldn’t have let it happen. It was just a dream, and as I drift off to sleep again I’m wondering, why would I have dreamt that, and why couldn’t I see relatives? There’s one thing for sure.
Dreams are strange.
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Post by Phalon on Nov 21, 2009 18:33:07 GMT -6
Wow, Stepper! That's a doozey, and it's strange how a dream can affect someone after waking.
I'm sure there are people who would or could assign a meaning to every little detail of your dream, right down to how many bounces you took on the cots.
Personally, I do see a correlation to the real world in my dreams; things that appear in my dreams usually have something to do with things I've seen or heard in the few days preceding the dream. (even the concrete slabs in my above dream were something I'd seen on the beach earlier in the week)
I do not think these things hold hidden meanings or suppressed memories or feelings. I don't think they are things my subconscious mind is trying to work out while I'm sleeping. My dreams are like weird like motion pictures that are perhaps directed by Quentin Tarrentino - they are that weird.
But there are people who do believe their dreams are trying to tell them things. Perhaps with the holidays approaching you are just missing spending them with those you love of past holidays, and regret not having the chance to do so again. Whatever the reason, I agree....
Dreams are strange.
Have a happy Thanksgiving, Dear Stepper.
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Post by stepper on Nov 21, 2009 19:01:00 GMT -6
Dreams are strange. Have a happy Thanksgiving, Dear Stepper. You too my friend! At least, you know you won't end up on Zombie Island! We've been invited to Steppet's sisters home. It's a two hour drive each way, but that's not such a big deal when the destination is family.  Besides, I have to work the day before and the day after so this makes it easier. Very little cooking. I'm going to be distracted for a while. "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" is on. |
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Post by Mini Mia on Nov 21, 2009 19:17:30 GMT -6
I think some dreams can be messages, or our way of working stuff out, but I think a lot of them just jumble up things that are going on with us at the present or that have gone on with us in the past. And include things we weren't aware we noticed out of the corners of our eyes, or while being distracted with something else. And even stuff we've read or watched. Most of my dreams seem to be cool movies that I partake in. It's fun to be _in_ a movie ... even if it's only in my dreams.
Speaking of dreams ... it seems Katherine Fugate has been dreaming quite a bit herself:
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Post by Mini Mia on Mar 13, 2017 21:03:39 GMT -6
I had two dreams last week, a day or two apart.
Dream 1: I was at the home of Ian Somerhalder & Nikki Reed. I think I had won some kind of contest. There was another winner there as well. We got a tour of the house, and Ian seemed interested in the other winner. As the tour progressed, he paid more and more attention to her. Finally we were in the back yard, and his flirtation was outrageous. As we headed to the house for a meal, I hoped I was being punked. There was a little more to the dream, but alas it has faded away.
Dream 2: I think I was in some convention type thing/deal? We're setting up stuff, maybe? Anyhoo, Lucy and Renee are outside the window, and then they come in. I'm alone, as the others are in a back room. Lucy introduces herself with a fake name, and when she asks me mine, I say: "Lucy Lawless," and we have a good laugh. Then she asked me something, and I told her they were down the hall last door on the right. There was a little more to the dream, but alas it has faded away.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 14, 2017 6:14:32 GMT -6
Hhmmm...I can't recall ever having dreamed about a celebrity or someone famous.
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Post by Mini Mia on Mar 14, 2017 20:23:13 GMT -6
Maybe it's because I fantasize fanfic. (I don't write it down. I've done this years before the internet came along.)  I create a character and find a way to incorporate that character into the show/episodes. I have it playing out as I'm falling asleep.
I've gotten a number of ideas for original works doing this. My character backgrounds are all mine, and the plots I add are all mine. If something looks as though it is a great idea, all I have to do is write down only that which is mine, and then go from there.
So, since I have all these actors in my head/fantasies, I guess they eventually end up in my dreams. Sometimes their characters, and other times them.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 18, 2017 7:37:47 GMT -6
Well, that makes sense.
I had a weird dream the other night that made no sense at all. "Highlights" (using the term loosely) included a guest appearance by my best friend's mom from high school who I haven't seen in over 30 years, a dead fish of the blue gill variety splattered on a wall, a beat up, nasty blue recliner missing its cushions and sitting in the middle of an empty field, and washing my hair under a shower head that was mounted above the mirror over a row of sinks in a public restroom by standing on one of the sinks that was precariously breaking away from the the wall it was mounted on.
When I woke up the dream made perfect sense before quickly changing to "WTF?"
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Post by Mini Mia on Mar 18, 2017 15:37:23 GMT -6
It is funny how weird dreams seem normal and natural, until your brain is clear of the sleep induced fog.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 19, 2017 8:01:16 GMT -6
I know.
One thing about my dreams that I've always wondered is how and why people show up in them that I once knew but haven't seen in decades (like my friend's Mom - I haven't seen her since the day we graduated high school, and neither have I thought about her or my friend recently). It happens frequently - sometimes they're people I didn't even know except very vaguely: a kid who sat in front of me for one semester in high school Civics class, for example. How the hell does a mind pull so vague a memory from that far back, and put it smack dab in the middle of a dream? And why?
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Post by Mini Mia on Mar 19, 2017 20:17:45 GMT -6
Maybe the brain plays a 'Russian Roulette' or 'Wheel of Fortune' type game as we're falling asleep and the memories spin and spin ... and where it stops, nobody knows ... . Or it plays a 'Mix & Match' type game where it uncovers memories at random and whatever turns up is what is used in the dream. Like writers pick words out of the dictionary at random to use to create a story.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 21, 2017 6:03:29 GMT -6
Have you ever been awakened by a sound that you're sure you actually heard, only to wonder if the noise was real, or something from a dream? That happens to me quite frequently.
I went to bed early last night (at 10:30), determined to get a good night's sleep; I'm not quite adjusted to my work schedule yet, and haven't been sleeping much lately. It happens every year - when I'm off in the winter, I stay up late, then when I go back to work, it takes me weeks to get back to a normal schedule. It doesn't help that it coincides with the time change.
At 3:40am, I suddenly woke up, positive that I heard a voice. "Help me." Not something you can easily roll over and dismiss as part of a dream, especially since there was no dream attached to the words. Hubs was sleeping soundly; I got out of bed, and checked BP's room - she and the cat were curled up asleep together. I came downstairs, and checked the front porch, thinking maybe someone was hurt out there; I did the same for the back and mudroom doors. Nothing there, so I went back to bed, deciding I must have been dreaming. Part of my brain was sure the voice was real though, and kept me awake listening against my will.
Sigh. So much for a good night's sleep!
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 21, 2017 17:12:37 GMT -6
I've had similar experiences. I've heard knocks on the door, a car horn, a creak on the floor that sounded human and not animal, etc. One night, I heard people whispering outside my bedroom window, something about killing me. The window was open, so I could hear the outside quite clearly. Now that I have Mom's dog, if I wake up to these and she isn't reacting, I know it wasn't real.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 22, 2017 6:31:58 GMT -6
If this was me, and I was watching myself in a horror movie, I'd be yelling at the screen, "Stupid b!tch, grab a weapon first!" I would have to go investigate...kind of like the other night. Who walks outside at 3:30ish in the morning because they hear some mysterious voice begging "help me"?
I've decided I'm sleep deprived. There is no other explanation for what I was thinking yesterday.
I'm only getting five, maybe 6 hours of sleep a night - which during the winter is okay, but because spring at the nursery involves so much physical work, it isn't enough sleep. (I'm surprised you can even understand some of my posts, there are so many typos and rambling thoughts in them.)
My text to LX, who is sick, at 7:09am: Feel better soon. Good luck on your first day of your internship!
At 10:14am: Hello? Are you okay?
At 11:54am: I need to hear something from you. Are you alive? Had a weird dream.
Yep, in my sleep deprived mind, I had a nagging feeling that somehow LX had sent a telepathic message that she needed help. Even as I was thinking it, I was rolling my eyes at myself. Apparently, my texts caused LX to do the same...
LX at 11:56am: Mom. Chill.
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 22, 2017 16:58:56 GMT -6
Yeah. Real life isn't like the movies. If I want to be able to go back to sleep, I have to go see what made the noise. And I think we can do that in real life because in real life we have a far better chance of that noise being little to nothing. The odds are more in our favor of it being nothing that will hurt us.
Of course, when I was a kid, I rolled over, pulled the covers up over my head and willed myself to go back to sleep.
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Post by Phalon on Apr 23, 2017 6:49:09 GMT -6
I was more apt to do the "MOM!!!!" thing.
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Post by Mini Mia on Apr 23, 2017 19:07:28 GMT -6
Well, Dad was a very light sleeper, so if he didn't hear it, then chances were it wasn't anything. Plus, no way would I wake him up unless the house was on fire. And I'd actually have had to have seen the fire with my own eyes.
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Yeppers. 
I most definitely HATE when a good dream is interrupted. 
I've tried tons of times to continue dreams the same/next night. I've never been able to though. Although. Really good dreams are jotted down in a journal in case I can turn it into a story. Sometimes I even make up fantasies and daydream about it for days, weeks, months. Jot down bits of dream fanfic. 
Besides, I have to work the day before and the day after so this makes it easier. Very little cooking.