what does my dream mean?

This whole dream took place at evening or night. You don't have to analyze it. I'm posting it so I wont forget it, and it was cool.

I dreamt that I was driving with my family to visit people a long distance away. I remember driving and reading Bernstein Bears at the same time. But the Bernstein Bears had aged so much (like Better For Worse comics) that I was only reading it because of the insanity of seeing sister bear and mother bear act out grandma bear and great grandma bear. It was also very sad.

We get to the place. We come in and act nice to the family (who apparently are rich and have a huge mansion that is several floors tall). somehow the goody goody mom of that family gets upset at little things we do (my mom specifically, but I'm more or less ignored). i kinda remember playing a dumb chasing game with her kid who lives there (we took elevators up and down multiple floors, it was a boring game). At one point during our stay with this elegant family the tv was on and there was news that some random ass politician had died. The ever so perfect mother gets really sad. My mom says in dressed up terms that it isn't such a bad loss. I blatantly say I don't care at all. The goody goody family who were already very critical with my family were probably really upset with me now so I volunteered to go sleep in the car.

the goody goody mom caught me caught me sitting on a gargoyle outside their house with their child who couldn't fly (I could of course - my dreams 101). the mom made the kid come in through the window while i passive aggressively grunted. i was sure she hated me

her eldest son comes home some time later.. apparently I know this guy and we hit it off. he tells me about a place nearby where I can stay. before I go, I have a confrontation with the goody goody mom. i was floating around outside her house and had accidentally let my legs dangle and knock down her daughter's favorite barbie from something. she looks up and sees me and grabs me and pulls me down (i must not have been flying high enough at the time). she's angry with me. I decided I was going to show her what it was like to fly. I use telekinetic powers to pick her up and the eldest son, and fly them through every cool scenario that I could imagine. We get to the top of a gigantic cliff, and I show them that free falling is just as fun as flying. (apparently I must think I'm invincible at the time because I never stopped once to think that free falling from a giant icy cliff without a parachute is dangerous - anyways I must always instinctively know on some level that I'm dreaming and I cant get hurt). Anyways, I fall down, flip around, and let the air (and gravity) carry me down. It's still very dark outside. Eventually I can see the bottom of the cliff - icy water with strong currents coming from waterfalls on glaciers. I have a moment of fear when I fall in the huge dark icy slipstream of a glacial lake. Fortunately the water is not cold to me and after being pushed around by some currents I was able to get out. There is a bunch of tourists looking down on the scene like Niagara Falls (but they are closer to sea level). I am concerned about what happened to goody goody mom and the eldest son. Apparently they hadn't survived the fall. The same fall that I must have instinctively known I would survive because somewhere in the back of my mind I knew there was no danger for me (my dreams 101). Anyways they died and I was like uh-oh

But the Bernstein Bears had aged so much (like Better For Worse comics)

suggest ban from the human race

i wont defend my slang name for that comic because its only natural to simplify names

oh no, I couldn't care less about the name butchering. I was just balking at the idea that the stories of Farley giving his life to save April, Lawrence coming out of the closet, etc. are somehow staler and less powerful than they were on the day they were printed. hogwash, I say, hogwash!

(fwiw, as the '90s wore on and the strip slipped past its prime, I was reduced to checking out old FBOFW books from the library to escape the twee banality of the new stuff. I am no stan of Lynn Johnston, Jim Davis, Mort Walker, Johnny Hart)

back on topic, your dream seems like it must be hilarious in your own mind even though the death bit at the end is likely to horrify most people you tell it to. I'm still pretty lol about a dream I had a few years ago in which I screwed up at the controls of a roller coaster, causing it to collapse and kill about a dozen people. but I try not to describe it to people as the coolest thing ever, for fear of outing myself as a psychopath or something. it's strange that so many gory, violent dreams strike me as more amusing than nightmarish upon waking, but maybe that's just a defense mechanism against the pointless terror I'd otherwise experience every time I recalled a bad dream. I assume most people are like this, but I really don't know.

no i had a dream about 4-5 years ago that i stabbed someone to death and i have never been able to lol about it

it means you're not a psychopath.

I've never dreamt of (deliberately) killing someone, but it must be pretty upsetting even if you try to explain it away as "you're really trying to kill a part of yourself, after all," or somesuch

it was my sister, and blood was everywhere and i was trying to clean it up then my mom came home. i took me a few minutes to convince myself it wasn't real when i woke up. ugh worst dream ever. like we don't get along at all but i don't really want to kill her.

clearly you have some sisterly resentment going on, but you don't need me to tell you that.

can i get a cliff's notes of lorax's dream?

lol mabe if you killed her in your dream it would allow you to start over and get along irl!

if you killed her irl, maybe those pesky nightmares wouldn't bother you anymore?

(I'm guessing http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/noodle_vague/6ptj2ua.gif)

lol read that as 'perky nightmares' and was a little o_O?

I think I had one of those last night!

I was diagnosed with cancer, the doctor gave me 6 months to live, and I just chilled out and drank a glass of orange juice. this is how I would like to die, I've decided.

i would probably pick bourbon over orange juice, but kudos for taking death in stride!

i did kill her in my dream though, and we still don't get along irl!

Do you think that if you killed her IRL, you'd get along in yr dreams?

i don't think i care that much about getting along irl or in dreams tbh. i'm not a very good family member.

harbl are you middle, youngest, or oldest?

I have had plenty of dreams of stabbing or choking people. I don't remember anyone actually dying because of it, tho.

oldest/best

So this isn't exactly regicide.

More like a mercy killing.

ok so basically you resent yr sister bc she took attn away from you. done. next dream, pls!

also you have an excess of yellow bile

(kudos accepted xxxxxxxxxxp)

i'm kind of insulted by that interpretation. my parents don't like her either.

i mean maybe they do but i can't explain it

man y'all cold.

REDRUM - REDRUM - REDRUM

last night I dreamt that I was driving and no matter how hard I pressed the breaks the car kept moving slowly.. I swerved out of the way of one bum walking down the middle of the street but ran over parts of another bum laying in the street

I have way too many dreams that I remember

i think instead of dreams now i wake up with terrible songs in my head like such as "under the bridge" ugh. and i mysteriously know all the words even though i never listen to that song except maybe if it's playing on the radio in stores. what does it mean?

you spend too much time in stores, and there's a recession going on, for god's sake

the chorus to "John Wayne Is Big Leggy" has been stuck in my head for days, but that's not a terrible song, I don't think.

what kind of store plays "Under the Bridge"?

like stores that play shitty 90s radio stations?

also the other day it was a eurythmics song and my brain was singing "here comes the rain again falling on my head like a memory." lol :(

just realizing now that I have more tolerance for shitty '80s music than I do for equally shitty '90s music. that Eurythmics song = ♥ for me, probably because I wasn't sentient back when it was an overplayed hit

last night I dreamt that I came home from a hike in the woods, went to bed, and woke up covered in ticks from head to toe. overnight they'd managed to burrow deep within my skin, and they appeared as faint black marks all over my body. when I tried to grab one of the ticks with a pair of tweezers, it darted across my arm without surfacing. I went after a few more of them, but the same thing happened again and again. finally I gave up and headed to the doctor's office. on the way there, a few of the ticks jumped off my body onto the crowded street. I chased them with a pocket knife and cut them into little pieces, because I didn't want them to infect other people. the dream ended soon after I got to the doctor's office. the doctor had already begun working on me, and he seemed like he knew what he was doing.

i dunno unregistered it reminds me of my mouse dreams

good lord, do you dream about mice burrowing deep within your skin?

no i dream about killing them with knives

oh, uh

neat!

things harbl dreams about stabbing:

1. mice
2. her sister
3. ???

the internet

i probably stabbed something else in a dream or irl but i forgot about it

i told my psychiatrist about an embarrassing dream I had. I was in a bathroom where the stall doors were short, so everyone could see eachothers' face while they took a crap. and it was a co-ed bathroom of my peers. I ended up crapping so much that I couldn't stop crapping. I think I ran into the stall next to me and overflew that toilet as well until finally the dream ended in an embarrassing mess.

I told my psychiatrist that bathroom dreams are usually signs that you are seeking relief in your everyday life from stress or whatever (freud would say sexual satisfaction lol). she asked me how I could have fixed the situation in my dream. I said, "I probably could of not crapped so much". But then she reminded me of the stall walls and came up with an idea that maybe i just need to put walls between me and people and block out their mean words - which would go along with my social anxiety.

thoughts? :p

After the appointment I went home and took a nap. During my nap, I dreamt that I was in a locker room walking to the urinals... umm message me if you want more. for $2.99 a month I can keep you up to date on every single dirty bathroom dream I have!

http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7924709967/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/31/14097.jpg

http://i43.tinypic.com/29w2x04.jpg

I hate to say it, Cap'n, but I think you need to be toilet trained.