Talk about your dreams

Was with the Thompson Twins at a pop festival in Capel Curig north Wales. They were doing an interview with a television presenter who was not friendly towards them. Afterwards it was decided I would drive them to wherever we were going. I came across two forks in the road, I knew both roads from previous dreams, but not for a long time. We took the low road that took us through town with a high street, but lots of rubble, stones on the street, it was a bouncy ride.

Realised what that other dream was about, I knew last week there was some Chinese stuff, I probably should do a sweep through to ensure they were doing it right as it looked messy. But I didn't have time and yesterday I got stung big time. Such is life.
 
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I had a dreadful dream about helping taking care of my brother's kids. At some point it was about preventing the younger one from picking up bits of cigarette butts that was stuck on clothing and strewn around home.
 
I woke up gasping at 5 today but relieved. I was at a party at someone's house and ended up sitting on the sofa. Some people standing up then held a baby in front of me and said it smells like it went to the bathroom implying I should change it. Thank God it was a dream.

The sequence was preceded by the same house with some young women standing behind the sofa chatting. Only I figured out I was hitting on one of them the night before at another place and they seem to have connected the dots on my stories.
 
I dreamt I was babysitting my brother's younger baby. He acted up so I left my jacket with my mobile phone in another room. I lost track of time and I ended up returning him more than 90 minutes after his bed time when my brother finally got through to me on the phone.
 
Yesterday I had another child care dream. I really need to get away from all these children.
 
I was getting frisky with a very attractive lady, but when I went to remove her little panties they had an RFID lock. She told me to use the app on my phone, but face ID wasn’t working. Then there was a code. And a password. And two factor ID on another device. Then it asked for my social security number and my mother’s maiden name.

I’m pretty sure my wife hacked my dream! 🤣
 
Thank you for a recount of your wet dream. I hope you were able to reach orgasm.
 
I dreamt that Chris Kerr was making me a bespoke suit … but he kept demanding I fly to London each week for a fitting. It was costing me a fortune and I was going to get fired for missing so much work.
 
Many of my dreams are very science-fiction-ish--usually that I am on some barren moonscape in a military uniform with some of my old friends, living or dead. The odd thing is that I don't much care for science fiction. I have read very little sci-fi and gone to very few science fiction movies. I don't know why it would figure so strongly in my somnolent state.
 
I had a dream where I was working for Tim Walz and his dog. He disappeared out of my sight and everyone kept telling me I need to find my work mobile to call him.

I search around a chest of drawers and I found a pager that didn't work. I found a phone that looked a cross between a cordless phone and a stud finder and it didn't have any service (in red LED letters). I found a flip phone that didn't have any power. I checked my right breast pocket and I couldn't find this work iPhone.
 
I had a dream that Joan (Christina Hendricks) in Mad Men stayed at McCann and was rotated from one industry vertical to another (oil). Throughout the years into the 1980s she got more fat as McCann shuffled her from one part of their building. Her protege/understudy would follow her and get older. Her assistant (a butch Alex Borstein from Mrs. Maisel) would set up her office again and again including her wardrobe hanging on racks throughout the office.

Roger (John Slattery) was still there and strangely looked roughly the same.
 
I dreamt about my brother. I practically never dream of him. Probably a combination of me wondering what his kids would do in their first Halloween outside of the city and using mineral oil on cutting boards he made for me yesterday.
 
Keep having these dreams of people I fired surfacing in other workplaces. But I am mixing them up from which ex workplaces they were from and even countries.
 
I woke up in the middle of the night with one of those tight chest, probable sleep apnea, raging emotional rant dreams because of one of my ex.

I knew I shouldn't have scrolled past that Ben Affleck and J. Lo divorce article before I shut everything off.
 
I was ordering at a restaurant in one of those bench style tables when a lady friend dropped by and asked when I was next going to be in London "my dear".
 
In my dream, Nespresso was discontinued and I was looking for the last few capsules.
 
I had a dream I married some woman who came with two kids. Buy one get two free. My mother then said I better crank out a third soon. And I said I have one in each arm why am I adding another one? My aunt agreed with me that the third one meant I ran out of arms to catch them.
 
Dreamt about my paternal grandmother. She died shortly after I graduated from uni so it's been awhile. It wasn't just a random image but a whole sequence and a conversation with her with the sound of her voice. Must have been a digest of all this retirement home talk.

This cpap machine is giving me the ultimate lucid dreams.
 
I had a dream that Jared Harris was either my father or my boss. I forget which. He died because of the actions of a group of men and I said to the others surrounding a dying Jared Harris on a bench with a completely white background that I will take this tool in my hand and drive it so far up the ass of the men that did it I will rip out part of their intestine and then beat them with their own intestine.

Then the sleep cycle was over and I woke up.
 
I was foaming at the mouth trying to tell the chief sales please don't agree to change the expense policy where you aggregate by type of expense per line item. It's too much work.

Doing line by line and using your mobile phone to capture the itemised receipt is so much easier. Even if it misses two items you can override the total amount to include everything.

I think 3 months ago I would have woke up with an accelerated heart rate and shortness of breath over this.
 
My last dream was finding a woman who looked like Miley Cyrus who was topless with her back to me. Then I figured out she's getting ready to breast feed. Somehow I toss a portable breast pump on to my bed and sheepishly said I think it's charged. With a whole feeling of dread I woke up as I left that room. Relief!
 
I dreamt I met George H Bush, Dick Cheney, my father and my 89 year old uncle. 3 of those people are dead.
 
Keep having dreams my father is alive. Also a dream where I'm arguing with my mother.



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I dreamt about my old boss’ boss. She’s Italian. Some parts of the dream were in Italian too. Watching way too many Italian shows and movies.

My brother had a dream the day before. One of his kids couldn’t make it to the toilet and was about to explode. I showed up and he asked for help. Then I disappeared and the kid made a mess.
 
Having all these crazy dreams about my father dying (he's dead), my mother dying and arguments with my brother - which is a bit weird, he was talking to me about his grills and bbq.
 
Haven't had one of those I am yelling at people and my chest tightens dreams in a long time. Then I woke up and my cpap machine said ahi 8.5. Which is high given I am sub 3 most nights.

Again having to do with my father and mother.
 
I’m sleeping on the sofa while my wife is recovering from surgery. I had a dream last night that I was sleeping with a polar bear. They are very soft and cuddly!!
 
This time my mother is the one who died. She stopped eating after my father died. But then in some drama / tragedy script my father returns and asks where she is. He starts mucking around the flat and causes a leak in the bathroom tub.

Now I am at a seaside cafe in Marseilles. I am sitting at a high top table having a drink and some canapés. I can see and hear the sea crash on to the beach. There are kids and families laughing in the background. Because I linger and I am alone for so long the waitress asks me to come to the bar and chat. It's a group of United Nations multicultural waitress crew and the oriental one says one of her waitress friends wants to know if I am open. Open really meant single. I confess I am a tourist and I am not sure how long I am staying till I go back to Toronto. She has green or blue eyes, short blonde curly hair and is mixed white and black. I told her to come visit Toronto. Over half the population is visible minority and 2/3 immigrants. But I said don't come now. The winters are brutal.
 
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