Gosh it's taken me a long time to get back to this, sorry <!--emo&:(--><img src='
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I am the most epic and prolific dreamer I know. I have never met anyone who dreams as much, as often, as memorably and as actively as I do and I think it's related to my extremely vivid imagination. I dream completely interactively, in technicolour and it spills into my sleep activity as well, I am more likely to talk in my sleep if I'm dreaming (and you can ask Mr Red how much I talk in my sleep <!--emo&:D--><img src='
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I have several reoccuring dreams and a couple of nightmares which come back again and again but I also have a varied and frequent supply of brand new dreams, many of which leave me with a general feeling of "WTF-ness" (like last nights for instance) my reoccuring dreams are:
Queen Bee:
I am the Queen Bee in a hive, I have many workers and an armed guard to follow me around my daily duties. The odd thing (to my mind) about this dream is that all the other bees in the dream are just people I know (never strangers) dressed up as bees, and I'm dressed in a bee-coloured ball gown with a crown and feelers on my head.
I'm definitely in a beehive though and I can fly in the dream. I am usually doing one of a few things in my dream, either a) interviewing suitors for my affections to create the next generation of baby bees, 2) flying about the hive meeting the workers and talking to them about the hive or iii) flying outside the hive, looking at the surroundings and making plans for pollination.
Never very exciting (except once when a wasp got in the hive) but a nice entertaining and calm dream.
Going into Space:
Almost always with some odd form of transport (the last time I had it, I was going into space in a hotel) it starts with me finding out that I've been chosen as the only person going on a mission into space. I usually get sent to the form of space transport in a limo and I arrive quite confident and secure in the knowledge that whatever it is is fit for purpose.
I always take off for space sitting in some form of easy chair with a cocktail beside me and I'm never particularly put-out by takeoff. It takes only a few minutes to get into outer space and then I don my space suit and go outside of the vehicle for my space-walk.
I associate this dream with being a daredevil, having a very adventurous feeling that's not coming out in my daily life, but also being very confident in my abilities and knowing that everything will come out alright, even if I am flying to outer space in a wheelie bin <!--emo&:lol:--><img src='
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My dreams are usually quite epic and I wake up feeling as though I've had a huge adventure of watched an amazing movie, it's quite nice. Sometimes I start dreaming before I've even fallen asleep properly and start talking about what's going on to Red which he finds hilarious.
I think that Nightmares probably go hand-in-hand with active dreamlife so I try not to let them get to me too much. Again I have a couple of 'mares which happen with varying frequency depending on lifes circumstances:
In Jail
I wake up in a jail cell, I'm shackled to the wall although I might as well not be because I can travel all over my cell without taking up all of the slack. I am underground and I can tell because there is a barred window at the very top of my cell, maybe a foot high and a foot wide which I can just reach to pull myself up to. The window is at street level and I can see peoples feet passing by my cell window although they can never hear me when I shout to them.
The number of days I am locked up varies with the dream, but always at night time I am hanging from the bars of the window looking out at the sky and I can see a large greenish flow of something jelly-like approaching the window, it seems to be coming from all directions and is moving quite quickly so I jump down from the window and start towards my matress to use it to block up the window, only my bed has gone and the green goo is already pouring in through my window. The door is solid and the cell just fills up with the gelatinous, runny substance, taking me up with it towards the ceiling.
As the cell fills, I have less and less air available to breathe and I start to panic, swimming to the window to try and wiggle the bars loose, but nothing I do helps at all. Eventually I can't keep my head above the level of green anymore so I sink down and I can see it flowing back out of the window where the cell has filled completely, then just as I suffocate I wake up with a jump.
I used to be really strongly affected by this dream when I was younger, but I think on some level my brain now understands it's just a dream, usually happening when I feel trapped into a particular course of action, or when I'm skint and I just seem to play along with it. I don't even usually stay awake long afterwards anymore.
Chased
This dream starts in a summer house, I'm laying on a chaise in a summer house looking out onto a huge expanse of well-maintained garden, a long lawn stretches away from me, sloping downwards to a river with a bridge over it and a small island in the middle. I can see a forest the other side of the bridge and it's always a gorgeous sunny day.
I hear someone call to me and I stand up, listening for them to call again. I hear footsteps coming towards the summer house and all of a sudden I'm absolutely terrified, I know without a doubt that if whoever is calling me actually finds me it will mean nothing but pain, torture, agony and death.
I creep slowly to the door of the summer house and judge that I have enough time to run to the bridge, which I do, dropping my shoes in the process so I don't make any noise.
Usually at this point I notice that I'm dressed in full "Jane Austen" corseted and skirted glory and start cussing the impracticality of my attire <!--emo&:D--><img src='
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I'm completely petrified at seeing whoever it is (not someone I know in real life) and as he comes back out of the summer house and starts to look around I get the feeling that he's trying to follow a scent, he turns his head to both sides and slowly starts to look towards the bridge. As I see him decide on the bridge and start walking slowly towards it I have to decide in a split second whether to try and hide or whether to run.
I look at the forest behind me and I'm not afraid of it, it's got that light airy quality of a sunny day and trees that aren't too close together, so I take off running away from the bridge into the trees. I'm looking for a tree to climb, and I pick up a sturdy piece of wood to use as a bat, but I can't seem to get grip on any trunks with my hands and feet and so I have to keep running. I move into a darker part of the forest and suddenly I'm not quite so secure anymore, I stop for a breather and imagine that I can hear footfalls behind me, but they don't sound like a person anymore, they sound like a dog or something running on 4 legs, so I gather up my skirts again and run for my life.
I come to what looks like the edge of a bluff, the ground drops away beneath me down a very long way to a river. The roots of the trees around the edge of the bluff are all growing out of the ground, twisting around each other and I make my way along one edge of bluff before doubling back and heading along the other edge of the bluff to leave a false trail. I find a particularly knarled and twisted tree with huge roots and dig my way between a couple of the roots, making myself a tunnel behind them, hoping to use them as a hiding place.
Just as I finish, wiggle into the space I've created and try to quiet my breathing I hear the footfalls of my pursuer. I hide, pushing myself back as far as possible into my hidey-hole, the disadvantage is that I can't see what's happening outside, I'm so covered by roots and that causes a rising wave of panic.
I hear the steps fading away and I start to calm down, until I hear them approaching again, I start to feel very trapped and wodner if I should break out and try to run again, but I hear snuffling and sniffing outside my hiding place so I stay perfectly still.
I don't have to wait long, the sounds and footsteps fade away and I dare to peek out of my hiding place. I can see something far below me in the distance and it looks as though he's gone down the bluff and carried on, hoping to catch up with me. I wait for ages, hiding behind the roots and when I've calmed down completely I wriggle out of my hiding place and start to run back through the forest towards the bridge. I get to the bridge and haven't been followed so I feel a mixture of safety, relief and fading terror at what could have been. I cross over the bridge to the other side and I wake up just as the person I have thought was gone jumps up from behind a bush on the other side with a gigantic hook and stabs me through the shoulder with it.
I always wake up from that dream completely terrified, disorientated and it takes me ages to get back to sleep again afterwards. I think it's the range of emotions that the dream takes me through which is so hard to deal with. I'm perfectly happy and enjoying a nice day, then I'm petrified, then I'm running and being chased, then I'm terrified again when I'm hiding, then relieved as I think the person is gone, then safe and happy again as I get back to the bridge and then there's a final absolute and total horror as the realisation of my greatest fears surprises me and hooks me.
So, what do you think?
I've always been nervous of recording my dreams anywhere because I've always heard that listening to other peoples dreams is the one thing that people find the most boring. I note them down occasionally when I want to remember them or when they've been particularly random.
I have dreamed prophetically a few times in the past and those are always interesting, very intense and they stay with me afterwards for a very long time.
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