Well, I thought I would have lots of dream related things to talk about, but I can't remember most of the recurring ones I should remember right now. So I'll just mention a few.
I guess the dreams that stick out the most are the nightmares, or the really bizarre dreams. When I was a kid I had a recurring nightmare in which I would stumble into my parents bedroom, and on the tops of the walls there would be the shadows of many icicles illuminated by the television. I would never see the icicles, but I remember this dream very vividly, and it always freaked me out.
I mentioned in one of the responses to somebody's post earlier that I frequently have dreams in which a meteor crashes out of the sky to the horizon and creates a huge explosion, but more common than that is a dream in which I will be walking or driving along and I will witness a passenger plane crash two or three blocks away. This dream predated September 11, and even my fear of flying. I've had the dream so much now that whenever it happens, in my dream I actually say "And this time, it's not a dream." Whoops, dream Glenn, you're so dumb.
The classic recent (past 5 years) nightmare that I've had (and it's weird because it's so stupid) is that I dreamed that a paid a surgeon to remove all my bones. For some reason, he had to pull them all out through the soles of my feet. The feeling it made was a lot like stitches being pulled through you when you just have a local anesthetic. But the worst part was that after I had all my bones removed, every time somebody touched my skullless head I would lose a memory, and get slowly dumber. All my friends thought it was hilarious, and kept touching my head, and I just got dumber and dumber as the dream went on. I guess it sounds lame written down.
I still have countless dreams in which I am still teaching 7th grade. In each dream I begin by thinking I finally have a handle on the class, and I will be capable of teaching them. But by the end of the dream the class is always in chaos again, and I can't restore order. I think I had a variation of this dream the other night, even, except I was teaching at some college, and the college was located in the middle of a refurbished mall.
I don't think Farnell reads this blog at all, but I recently had a dream that for some reason I let him drive my car. He was doing fine, but then the steering went out, and we careened across a huge intersection and into a parking lot. We were fine, but then he forgot how to put the car into park and we bumped into somebody's parked car. They got totally pissed and started keying my car like crazy. This losing control of a car dream is something I have a lot. I will take a turn a lot faster than I mean to and fly off the edge of the road, into trees. Or suddenly my feet won't reach the pedals, and the car just keeps speeding up.
Well, I probably have infinity more interesting dreams that I can't think of right now. I'll try to remember them and maybe edit this post. Or this is probably already plenty long.
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It would be pretty cool to be able to own and display one's own skeleton. I don't think you were getting at that, though.
I don't want to touch you.
I think the de-boning nightmare is pretty cool...
I've had bad recurring car dreams before too. When I was a kid, I'd dream that I was sitting in shotgun in my parents' station wagon, and then I'd look over and no one would be driving. In the dream, I'd always freak out, rather than just trying to drive the car myself. To this day I don't have my license and I hate cars and being in them, and although I tell myself that it's just in my nature, I think it goes back to that dream.
A few days after my horrible 3rd grade teaching job was finished, I dreamed that my principal called me and told me I was late for the first day of summer school. "No!" I screamed, "You can't do this to me! I'm free!" "Be here in fifteen minutes" she said, and hung up the phone. I started to panic, thinking that I had no lesson plans, no nothing, and then I woke up literally in a cold sweat. I think that's the only time in my life I've been tempted to drink heavily before 8 am.
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