Honestly, I’m still disappointed.
I also have dreams where I write the funniest joke ever and I rush to write it down but in the morning it’s just a random words or drawing of a bow-legged chicken. Dream me is easily impressed, I guess.
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I consider it a fabulous day when I can remember my name and where I put the bottle of wine.
I cannot tell you how many times I have dreamed “THE BEST MOVIE IDEA EVER” and I used to try and write the idea down when I woke up and same, had no idea ever what I meant, and couldn’t remember the dream so here I sit,in wisconsin, in my normal life sewing costumes for high school plays and collecting vintage glitter.
I’ve always hoped to be as creative while awake as I am while sleeping. Case in point: That time I dreamed I was playing poker with my therapist; he had cards, I had broccoli. See what I mean?
The song thing!! Yes happens to me a lot. But I write it down and it’s just random words. I’m in my brain like “ that was Kubka Khan that was amazing in my dream! What happened?!”
Once I awoke to find that I’d apparently opened Google and “sidewalk ballet” in my sleep.
I’m always dreaming I’m lost somewhere and of course I’m supposed to be somewhere important, but I’m lost. So a few nights ago I dream my normally agreeable, friendly squirrels, who are feed crap loads of food, start a nasty fight. I wake up and think, wow that never happens with my squirrels. The morning after my dream, the little shit squirrels on my back deck start an all war. Was my dream the cause of it? Do I have some special powers I should be using for good?
Last night I dreamed that a group of wolves had asked me to represent their new boy band (I am not in the music biz, but dream-me evidently runs a talent agency, possibly for quadrupeds). The wolves were feeling upset about their reputation as sheep-killers, so forming a boy band was totally part of a personal rebranding effort. As part of this, they had a gimmick planned where they all wore sheep masks on stage. Their name, and the name of their planned hit single, was going to be “The Baa-ed Boys.” Which dream-me found *hysterical.*
This whole thing was so funny that I woke up laughing. Then suddenly realized that their second album was definitely going to be called “Breaking Baa-ed.” Then woke up for real, utterly befuddled.
This has happened to me several times! It’s so amazing in the dream… so moving, so ORIGINAL, and I’m so impressed that I finally understand what it’s like to write beautiful music…. it usually turns out to be a Foo Fighters song. Which, since they are my fave band, isn’t so bad at all. LOL!
Yep, I have “the most amazing book idea ever” in my dreams all the time. I.. no. They are not. At all.
I wish I had dreams like those.
My dreams are usually about getting lost in places that look similar but different from real places I know.
Or are so deeply disturbing that they would make terrifying horror or thriller movies.
My ex husband used to say I should never tell him my dreams because they are soooo messed up.
Dream me is super nerdy. Last week I wrote a whole 5 paragraph essay in a dream. Not dreamed that I had to write it. I actually did an outline, composed whole sentences, and spent some time working on a good ending paragraph to summarize my thoughts. I guess it’s better than the usual dream about taking public transportation home even though I drove to work, then getting lost on foot on the way to pick up my car.
Wow. I am so boring. I dream nothing. I remember nothing.
I am prone to nightmares (PTSD) but it doesn’t matter the dream, there are show tunes in the background. I was singing “I am the very model of a modern Major-General” ALL day last week based on my dream. “Hello, Dolly” is another favorite while I’m being assaulted. How the mind works…
I often jog in my dreams. I do not jog or run in real life. I hate exercise with a Fiery passion that burns through the calories I eat to calm myself after thinking about jogging.
Years ago, I dreamt of a brand new, amazing song by Journey.
Yeah. I think you can guess what it actually was…
My dreams are often entire screenplays, which I attribute to the effexor I take. They are super detailed, and are sometimes cast with famous actors.
I have on no less than 3 occasions dreamt entire musicals, full Broadway style staged productions in which I knew and dream me wrote all the songs, lyrics, and lines. The first time it happened I remember thinking, “This is going to be such a hit!” and waking up remembering nothing except vague images, and a few bars here and there of some of the songs. Which is super frustrating because normally I remember my dreams very vividly and in extreme detail. But not my musicals, those just seem to be interludes my brain throws on the screen when I’m overwhelmed in real life. Which honestly now that I think of it, would mean that I’d be having these dreams more often than I think because I mean c’mon when am I NOT overwhelmed these days?
I once dreamed an entire episode of “Cheers,” in the early ’80s. I was Diane. I couldn’t remember any of the dialogue, but I did remember it was warmly received.
Well,
If your Keith Richards you dream –
Dah Da Da Da Dah Da dah da da Da Dum
wake up and play the riffs on your guitar and then pass out again, all while drunk off his ass. Luckily he turned on a tape recorder, otherwise we wouldn’t have the Rolling Stones “Satisfaction”.
Just start turning on your recorder. Never know what you’ll come up with.
Dave
My craziest recurring dreams are all work-related. I work in a pet store, so you can only imagine… The most mundane dream I’ve had so far has been one in which I get home and strip to take a shower, only to find hundreds of scrips for prescription pet food in my pockets. The best (???) so far has been dreaming my manager gives me a cool pet (usually a bird or a chinchilla) along with a fancy cage etc. because he’s in love with me. Wtf.
Dream me is on a first-name basis with Indigo Girls, particularly Amy Ray. Next time dream me sees them, I will be sure to get you the hook-up to get your fantastic song produced. In our dreams.
I have weird dreams too. The other day I dreamed I had to teach a bear how to drive a bus.
You have a beautiful voice, worthy of musical theatre!
I have tried to write down my money-maker dreams, but every time the words end up flat and confusing on the page.
I did once compose a song in my dreams garuanteed to give me my 15 minutes of fame. Then again, I’ve also met Bill Murray dancing around a burn barrel in his tightie-whities, and don’t suppose that’ll happen either.
Relatedly, last week I was in the *grocery store* and Black Hole Sun played on the muzak. I’m officially old.
Omg this was exactly what I needed today, thanks for the laugh! Unfortunately the only dream-related weirdness I have is vivid dreams so real that I legit spend years thinking I had an experience but turns out it was just a long-ago dream (I *swear* we performed an Irish dance in grade school but I’m the only one who ‘remembers’ it!)
I have not written any amazing dream songs but I *did* once wake up like in the middle of the night with the most fascinating story to tell, like the next great American novel. In my head this dream was compelling, intriguing, best-seller material. I actually went downstairs, turned on the computer, and text-dumped like two pages worth of notes and storylines from this dream. Found it in the morning and it was a shit-ton of disjointed nonsense. I was so disappointed.
I never did figure out exactly why I thought it was going to be so fabulous.
There’s a Seinfeld episode about this exact thing.
I take effexor and I do dream whole movies sometimes. Weird.
Usually my dreams are about people trying to kill me and I’m running and hiding….sometimes I can float to get away. Hmmmmm.
My antidepressants make me dream the craziest sh!t! I told my doctor and she asked me if they were nightmares. I said no, just bizarre! She said okay…🤷♀️
I’m so relieved to learn that I’m not the only one having bizarre dreams. I once dreamed I was trying to explain to Melania Trump that she didn’t have to tolerate the Big Giant Cheeto (my pet name for him). IRL, I think they probably deserve one another. And that’s one of my “normal” dreams. It’s all downhill from there.
I tend to have strange, vivid, cinematic-quality dreams. Some of them are coherent enough that I can pretty much just transcribe them into a short story.
Like the one about an annual costume ball hosted by a witch ghost where the living and dead mingle, and you end up with five Marylin Monroes, one of which might actually be the real one.
Or the one about green alien sloth creatures sabotaging a space station.
A couple nights ago I dreamed an entire season of American Horror Story that doesn’t actually exist.
Oh my god, I started laughing so hard when you started singing Black Hole Sun!
For me it’s usually the greatest idea for the best book ever written. Then when I wake up I realize that there are so many plot holes I could use it to strain pasta.
I often dream that I am doing a variety tv show with Carol Burnet. Sometimes Steve Martin, Martin Short, Mel Brooks, and the like, join in and we do some improv.
I have the craziest, vivid, and detailed dreams. When I tell people, including my boyfriend, they think I’m nuts. I’ve thought IF I was a talented writer these dreams could be the basis for books and movies. But my best dream was that I not only met Bruce Willis at a movie premiere, but he was gaga in love with me. It seemed so real! Sigh. Also, I had one where a shirtless Kevin Bacon and I embraced.
I have nightmares and wake up screaming or trying to scream. Or I fall out of bed. Haven’t done that one in a few years.
I write incredible science fiction novels in my dreams! And they always have very delicately complicated plots and/or world building, so when I wake up I can never remember enough of the details to even try to write it down. But if I could I would be a best seller
I recently dreamed that I was being interrogated by a homicide detective and although I hadn’t done it, I was over-thinking my answers and ended up sounding SUPER guilty. I could tell by his expression that he was sure I was lying but the more I talked the worse it got. I also couldn’t provide an alibi because I was doing a different crime at the time of the murder. It’s possible I watch too much true crime.
Dream me must be living under a rock because they find the most mundane things hilarious Meanwhile, the real me is over here trying to decipher hieroglyphic chicken doodles and decipher dream jokes that translate to nonsense in the light of day. Guess that’s just the dream life ♀️ Anyone else have dreams where they’re comedic geniuses only to wake up to reality? #dreamsareweird #bowleggedchickenhumor #wheredidthepunchlinego
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Dream me must be living under a rock because they find the most mundane things hilarious Meanwhile, the real me is over here trying to decipher hieroglyphic chicken doodles and decipher dream jokes that translate to nonsense in the light of day. Guess that’s just the dream life ♀️ Anyone else have dreams where they’re comedic geniuses only to wake up to reality?
#dreamsareweird #bowleggedchickenhumor #wheredidthepunchlinego
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That’s too funny! It sounds like your dream self has a great sense of humor, but maybe needs a little work on remembering the punchlines. At least you have some entertaining stories to share afterwards.
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