I dreamed I was going to a very prestigious and stressful college and realized I was somehow going 7 days a week out of a 9 day week.
I dreamed I arrived at the airport 15 minutes before my flight, the kiosk was down, I had to find a way to print from my laptop, but the airport lobby was also a school, and when I set up there the teacher, who was a crazy new age woman who thought she had psychic powers, started harassing me and saying I was unsafe for the children and that she was going to call the cops. So I said I was leaving and went back outside, but outside was impossible to navigate and there was nowhere to sit, and I dropped my laptop and it broke. I remember telling myself “this is only a dream, there’s no reason to get angry about it” before I woke up.
I’ve had this dream/nightmare dozens of times now, and only now have I realized I’m having it, but - I have a regularly recurring dream where I find myself in need of notebook space or ruled loose leaf paper, and find myself flipping through dozens of full or half-sketched-on pages.
I think (I think?) this legitimately happened to me a few times in college and now I still carry the fear with me, over a decade later…
I had a dream where they invented a new Gogurt product. It was like normal Gogurt, but above the main tube they had a small bit of flavored ice enclosed in its own chamber. To eat it, you were supposed to rip the packet with the ice off the top (thus also opening the main Gogurt tube), open the ice packet, and then put the ice in the tube. The ice was a sort of bright neon blue color. The entire time I was wondering how they kept the ice frozen but the Gogurt not.
Also, no, I have no recollection of the taste. Sorry.
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GoGurt Ultra Dry
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hm ok this is a long one and probably not interesting sorry
dreamt that old family friend Caroline Polachek was hanging out with us in the various little lobbies of a cinema while the older generation watched a film – she took some big orange gelcap of something and when i was like “ what’s thaaat” she wouldn’t show me coz i “said you weren’t into this stuff” but eventually relented and let me have the blister sheet just as the older folks came out. her bag was half-filled with something like orange cordial. then we all got on a train to like Newcastle for someone’s birthday party or something. there was some mishap that came to light and my grandma was worried about having to go back; a great aunt who doesn’t exist outside of this dream offered to go back with her but then i was like “oh i could do it!” since i wasn’t really too fussed about the relative we were going to see anyway. my grandma was sad about not being to ride the Great Monster train, among other things; we hopped out at a country town station to suss it out, and everyone assembled a little way along while i ran back to pick up a bunch of things i’d left scattered across the grounds of the station. Caroline was pretty unresponsive by this point and i was like “right why am i expecting a fancy popstar to care about our little family outing anyway?” but i checked the blister sheet of the stuff she’d taken and it contained naproxen and like some other probably-opioid painkiller that isn’t real which i guess explained her behaviour. i got a text saying everyone was checking on the Great Monster train in 44 seconds so i ran back as fast as my feet would carry me but i was going treacle-speed, and had to navigate around an extremely angular sharehouse that i swore was from a previous dream. the train pulled out just before i got to platform 1 so i tried to chase it all the way to the next platform but it of course flew right by me. i was distraught to be stranded until i remembered i was dreaming and just woke up
I dreamed I was waiting tables at a diner and one of my coworkers was this woman I orbited for years IRL. We wound up hooking up but then I put an end to things with weak excuses about how my feelings for her weren’t progressing (whatever that means). She stormed off in a huff and I decided to quit the job on the spot to distance myself. I took off my waiter’s vest with my name embroidered on it and chucked it in a trash bin on my way out the door.
On the walk home I realized she might reach out to my wife through social media and try to tell her about the affair but for whatever reason I wasn’t particularly worried about it. I was enjoying strolling past the storefronts that were closed for the night.
There was a bakery and in the window a cake had “Benny the Bat!” written on it in frosting.
this is a delightful turn
caroline polachek acting weird → oh yeah she took non-existent drugs, now my dream makes more sense
I have been watching tons of the Deadlock wrestling podcast and last night my brain came up with the “Steiner 49-er Pile Driver” which is basically Goldberg’s Jackhammer. My brain made up a WCW match where the entire roster was in the ring at once
We were on a road trip to a film fest in Canada which involved lots of strangely laid out rest stop restrooms, and then after returning I was stalked, attacked, and kidnapped by a guy I know who was irl me too-ed in this weird suburban cul de sac. His house on this street was very Texas Chainsaw Massacre and he had an eye patch for some reason.
Racehorse names that came to me in a dream just now
Racin’ Jason
Ricky Blue
Res
Chris
By my calculations their collective career earnings sit at $168,792
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I dreamed I was writing cringe bad philosophy while failing out of college.
i had to check a lot of reddit posts to solve a work issue and then i dreamed about a subreddit for people discussing when and where they “got” the lyrics to pancho & lefty
I had a dream about trying to transport two cars from point A to B, and my solution was to drive one car a bit of the way, walk back to the second car, drive that car somewhat further than the first, walk back to the first car, and so on. But one time I left one of the cars in a travel lane and when I came back someone had crashed into it and drove off
slept with the window cracked in order to enjoy the fresh humid spring air and being bundled up in bed. it was like 35 - 40 degrees all night. i dreamed i was attending a corporate retreat for a company i did not work for in an old fortress on a tiny island in the atlantic. after some time, there was an incredibly powerful wind storm such that you had to crawl prone across the ground to avoid being swept off your feet. as we took shelter i was talking to my dad and explaining the movie melancholia, which in this reality was written and directed by wes anderson. i waxed poetic about the set designs (the camera panned around an architectural miniature of the island we were on) and costuming while scrubbing through it on a laptop. in a nice little touch someone had color-coded the movie’s chapters in a way that the media player could display and it was a highly saturated midcentury modern color set. someone added me to a group conversation on the company’s slack server by mistake and i had no idea what they were going on about. it was all so cozy