what does my dream mean?

or maybe just cold.

a dream my dad was going to take me out for a burger but i took hours and hours painting my face as the world passed me by and then he got mad at me and said we weren't going. good, i didn't want a burger anyway.

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i had a weird dream but now i forgot it what does that mean

not a lie--i get these spontaneous burger cravings that die down as soon as i realize last time i ate a burger was 6 or 7 years ago and i couldn't finish it because i don't like burgers :(

when i started eating red meat again like 2 years ago i realized i really like burgers.

I dreamt I was getting ready to build a life-size nativity scene. I was stumped because I wanted it to be as accurate as possible, but I wasn't sure if an authentic Jewish stable would be big enough to house a camel. to solve the matter, I went to the library and got ahold of a documentary on camels. according to the docu, the biggest camel of all time was 20 feet tall. but it had been dead for many, many years, and all that was left of it was a grainy b&w photo.

the second biggest camel of all time was 18-feet tall. the camera cut to a scraggly Midwestern farmer with an air of Joe Dirt about him; in the background was a house-sided camel with a ladder propped against its flank. the farmer explained that he had smuggled the camel from India when it was just a baby. at the time it was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and he had no idea it would grow any bigger.

but farmer dude obviously didn't give a shit about the camel. he admitted that he only agreed to appear in the film because he had a rare respiratory disease, and he wanted me, the viewer, to mail him a donation to cover the cost of treatment. I felt bad for him and copied down his address when it flashed across the screen. but I was annoyed because I still didn't have the answer to my question.

dumb dream imho.

i dreamt i was flying in the air above a highway with a bunch of other people and this
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was driving on the road in front of us. we flew under several overpasses and i was doing the breast stroke, swimming in the air. after we got through the overpasses we flew higher and i looked to my left and a young tony danza was flying next to me.

Sounds like a dream I could have had. omg.

i have been having dreams again since graduating. i also dreamt two nights ago that i was way unprepared for bar exam (could become reality ;_;) and got to the multistate essay and had no idea what to write. as i was sleeping a car drove by playing "i shot the sheriff" and it got into my dream so i was writing the lyrics to it in the essay. reggae fail

i dreamt i was planning to make a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting

i also dreamt cat caught a mouse and i grabbed it by the tail and threw it out the window

dreamt about buying a house and redoing all the rooms to suit my childless purposes

dreamt about L0uis J@gger living in between the walls in my house Anne Frank style. He wouldn't be quiet, even when the Nazis were searching. alarming.

I dreamt my sister's fiancé was an Aryan Brotherhood heavy who shot a 4-year-old black boy to death in a movie theater. I read about it in a New Yorker article.

wow that's a cool dream. does he look like this?
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EXACTLY like that, except he's more like 76 inches tall iirc. my sister has a thing for tall skinheads, I guess.

haha, does he have "FUN" tattooed on his chin? he doesn't look like a fun guy if you ask me.

i think i know what it means but it's not very nice

:(

irl this morning my sister's fiancé attended a sermon on abortion at the church where he & my sister are getting married. and last night he left two cases of hot dogs outside after a barbecue last night, spoiling them. further evidence of his white supremacy, no doubt.

clearly some kind of freudian jealousy going on here.

am I jealous of my sister or her fiancé? either way, ewwwwww yuck.

lets say it's not quite oedipal (bc it's your sister not yr moms -what is that called?) jealousy of fiance for being with sister. his leaving the hot dogs out to spoil is symbolic of how his manhood will spoil your sister.

wait, the spoiled hot dog incident actually happened a couple nights ago(hence the irl)! are my oedipal/incestuous urges so strong that they're starting to influence real world events around me? are the boundaries between my dreams and my waking life collapsing along with my sanity?

I'm scared.

it does not have to necessarily be incestuous. you are just scared of losing your sister. it happens when people get married. you are more apt to notice the hot dog thing because of these feelings.

you have to stop the wedding! it's the only way

i concur.

I have to stop the wedding! it's the only way

I really only notice the hot dog incident because my mom keeps complaining about the 3 packs of hot dogs she doesn't know what to do with. uh, I guess that's open to analysis as well :-/

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tell her to throw them away.

hot dogs don't go bad, they already are bad

no these were different

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^would eat

i just
don't really like hot dogs
even if they are fancy

dreamt i was playing basketball but the court was shaped more like it was roller derby or something and this super tall girl with bleached blond hair was annoying me, not sure if she was on my team or not but i pushed her off the court and told her "why don't you move to berlin?" wtf does my dream mean?

that you are a rotter.

NAZIS-ARYAN BROTHERHOOD-MOVING TO BERLIN

clearly the ILX hivemind is moving to another level

yeah i think i actually did think she was a nazi; i might have said "go back to berlin"

i dreamt i was trying to call my friend, whose real name is michael jackson, but i kept hitting the wrong number from my contacts list and this girl answered and i was like "hi is this michael jackson?" and she got angry and i was like "oh you must think i'm pranking you but i am looking for someone whose name is michael jackson, i must have the wrong number" so i called again and got her again and she was still mad and i was like "i just want to talk to michael jackson!" and she hung up on me and i never got to talk to him.

― bear of the teddy (harbl), Saturday, November 22, 2008 8:47 AM (7 months ago)

now i'll really never get to talk to him

harbl is this your friend?
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I dreamt I had a job at an amusement park. one of the rides consisted of a huge above ground pool filled with tiny boats that looked exactly like bumper cars. the guests were free to putter around in the boats as they pleased, but they weren't allowed to ram into each other. it was my duty to swim around the pool and push the boats out of the way whenever they appeared to be on a collision course.

after my shift ended, I walked to a brick tower at the opposite end of the park. inside the tower was an art gallery; I decided to tour it. where you'd expect to find paintings, a bunch of flat-screen TVs (or maybe computer monitors?) were mounted on the walls. each screen displayed a well-known masterpiece — the Mona Lisa is the only one I remember. the tour guide kept gushing about how clear & realistic the images were, but I felt cheated because I didn't get to see the actual works.

when my tour group reached the top floor of the tower, the guide knocked on an old-looking door. Ben Franklin answered it, and he invited us into the living room of his bachelor pad. it looked more like an antique furniture store than a living space. the room was cluttered with more 18th century armchairs, couches, desks, carpets, and cabinets than one man could possibly need.

Ben seemed pretty embarrassed by it all. he apologized that all the upholstery was so faded and worn. he said it would be pointless to buy new furniture because he was an old man & he'd probably die before he got a change to enjoy it. this struck me as the dumbest thing I'd ever heard. I wanted to interrupt him and say something like, "what are you, retarded? you're 300 years old, and if you're not dead yet, then you're never gonna die. buy something already." but I kept my mouth shut as Ben proudly pointed out the newest piece of furniture in the whole place: a spankin' new easy chair from the 1840s. what a dummie!

(oops, that should say "chance to enjoy it" fwiw)

i've had this strange recurring theme in my dreams over the past year or so. i'm driving my car, sometimes drunk (though i never drive drunk in real life) and i inevitably crash the car. the weird part is that right before my car crashes, i tell myself that this is just a dream and everything's going to be okay if i hit the guardrail or a cop car or whatever it is i'm crashing into. i always wake up right after, super relieved that it was just a dream.

i don't have any sort of anxiety while driving in real life; i drive all the time when i'm home and i've been in one minor accident and gotten one speeding ticket in my life. my inspection is currently four months past due, though.

hmm. that reminds me (not in an obvious way at all) of dreams i used to get a lot where i was nearly blind. i would be shopping or something and my vision would be extremely fuzzy, and while i was sleeping i felt like i had pieces of cotton in my eyes. i don't know why it reminded me of that. recurring dreams! also the huge relief upon waking up because they were scarier than bad nightmares in some ways

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you should train yourself to lucid dream, so you can mentally seize control of the dream and whisk yourself away to a peaceful highway made of cotton candy and marshmallows. I can't guarantee that this works.

y'all have it easy though. all of my recurring dreams have been pretty innocuous as far as dreams go. there's one where I visit this rickety duct-tape-and-plywood haunted house that's set up right in the middle of a Wal Mart parking lot. it's a 'nice' haunted house & I'm always pleasantly surprised that I don't run into any ghosts or goblins while I'm inside. recurring nightmares would suck.

had a crepey dream that i was always hanging out with my friend's landlord. the friend in the dream was not anyone i know, just some girl. her landlord was a short 40-year-old kind of awkward guy. i kept going to his apartment because he had a tv and i wanted to watch it. so we became friends+, but in public if i would see him i would be really mean to him so no one would suspect anything was going on. it was weird. what dose it mean

if i have recurring dreams about someone i haven't spoken to in a long time, do you think it means that i am somehow telepathically tuned into what is happening in their life? because i wonder.

what does it mean?