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    I always have weird dreams. Generally, they have some basis in reality. Mostly they're stressful in nature.

    Last weekend I was with my niece and her friend. I dreamt that her friend took a pregnancy test (they are 12) and it was positive. I gave the test to her father and she was very upset with me. I had to tell her that I would never hide such information from her parents, but it would be okay, they loved her and everything would work out. I was no longer "cool" Aunt Philly.

    I know where the dream came from...my niece's friend casually mentioned that they were going to check out the "hot freshman boys" at the picnic the next day. That horrified me, as my niece has never shown an interest in boys as anything other than weird and annoying. Her friend is a bit ahead of the curve on that, apparently.

    It terrifies me.
    Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
    Robert Southwell, S.J.

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    I think everybody has weird dreams once in a while. Normally my dreams are about whatever I have been thinking about and this sometimes comes in handy when I see a solution in a dream to a problem in real life.

    My unpleasant recurring dreams involve public bathrooms: malls, airports, conference centers, national monuments, whatever. I'm in a large, filthy bathroom with several equally filthy women. I don't even have to use the bathroom - I'm just trapped there for some reason. Everything is old, cracked, and encrusted with nameless filth. I either wake up at that point or dream that I somehow escape back into normal-land. A bad bathroom dream can pretty much ruin the first hour after I wake up.
    "Alexa, slaughter the fatted calf."

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    • #3
      Originally posted by phillygirl View Post
      I always have weird dreams. Generally, they have some basis in reality. Mostly they're stressful in nature.

      Last weekend I was with my niece and her friend. I dreamt that her friend took a pregnancy test (they are 12) and it was positive. I gave the test to her father and she was very upset with me. I had to tell her that I would never hide such information from her parents, but it would be okay, they loved her and everything would work out. I was no longer "cool" Aunt Philly.

      I know where the dream came from...my niece's friend casually mentioned that they were going to check out the "hot freshman boys" at the picnic the next day. That horrified me, as my niece has never shown an interest in boys as anything other than weird and annoying. Her friend is a bit ahead of the curve on that, apparently.

      It terrifies me.
      Recommend Gardasil now. At least HPV will be less of a worry later.

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      I don't have bad dreams. Does that make me normal?
      If it pays, it stays

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      • #4
        Originally posted by Frostbit View Post
        Recommend Gardasil now. At least HPV will be less of a worry later.

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        I don't have bad dreams. Does that make me normal?
        I'm glad that's not a decision I have to make.
        Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
        Robert Southwell, S.J.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by phillygirl View Post
          I'm glad that's not a decision I have to make.
          The decision is a no brainer
          If it pays, it stays

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Frostbit View Post
            The decision is a no brainer
            Probably best on another sub-forum, not the lounge. Too med-techy for the lounge!
            Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
            Robert Southwell, S.J.

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            • #7
              Originally posted by Frostbit View Post
              I don't have bad dreams. Does that make me normal?
              Probably..hahaha!

              I have the bathroom dream of being in almost a hospital ward of sorts that are filled with filthy commodes. I'm not sure where that comes from but fortunately, it doesn't come up too often.

              As a believer in prayer, I try to make my last prayer at night for Father God to protect my dreams.
              May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
              Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
              And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
              may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by Gingersnap View Post
                I think everybody has weird dreams once in a while. Normally my dreams are about whatever I have been thinking about and this sometimes comes in handy when I see a solution in a dream to a problem in real life.

                My unpleasant recurring dreams involve public bathrooms: malls, airports, conference centers, national monuments, whatever. I'm in a large, filthy bathroom with several equally filthy women. I don't even have to use the bathroom - I'm just trapped there for some reason. Everything is old, cracked, and encrusted with nameless filth. I either wake up at that point or dream that I somehow escape back into normal-land. A bad bathroom dream can pretty much ruin the first hour after I wake up.
                Huh. I've had that dream (minus the other people, and in some kind of park) and I'm not even a germophobe. I was a lifeguard once, though, so I've actually experienced something similar.

                My dreams are often like art films...very busy but rather pointless, often peopled by no one I know and sometimes quite absurd.
                "Think as I think," said a man,
                "Or you are abominably wicked;
                You are a toad."
                And after I had thought of it,
                I said: "I will, then, be a toad." - Stephen Crane

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                • #9
                  I keep having dreams that I'm repeating high school. That's a step up. I used to have dreams where I was repeating middle school. Those appear to have gone away with over a year of having a steady job. I think I know how to get rid of the high school dreams, but I'm not sure if I want to grow up.

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                  • #10
                    Somehow, the dream about being naked in front of my entire class doesn't seem so scary any more.


                    Then again, I rather like the way I look naked in those dreams, because I have my 17-year-old body back....
                    Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
                    No one will be denied:
                    Big law suits and bathroom toots;
                    We're all getting Dixie-fried.
                    But somewhere Hank and Lefty
                    Are rollin' in their graves
                    While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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                    • #11
                      Originally posted by Adam View Post
                      Somehow, the dream about being naked in front of my entire class doesn't seem so scary any more.


                      Then again, I rather like the way I look naked in those dreams, because I have my 17-year-old body back....
                      I have the opposite problem. I dream I am fully clothed and everyone else is naked. Very frustrating.
                      "There are four lights!"

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                      • #12
                        I had the passport dream again last night. I'm going on a big trip, have gotten to the airport, and realize I forgot to bring my passport. Unfortunately, that is something I sooo would do. Last weekend I had to make a quick trip to Florida. Apparently you're not supposed to arrive at the airport at 7:30 for a 7:55 flight. They frown on that.
                        Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live...
                        Robert Southwell, S.J.

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                        • #13
                          My dreams have been weirder than usual lately. Weird enough that I remember them in detail, which virtually never happens to me.

                          Two nights ago, my dream was that my brothers and I were going to try to jump the Grand Canyon in a car. The car in question was a clapped-out mid-'90s model Mercury Grand Marquis that barely ran. The Grand Canyon was also in the back yard of a neighbor from my childhood home, and the Colorado River had been replaced by Otter Creek, but it was still the Grand Canyon, and we were still in Bob Cochran's back yard.

                          The whole thing was a "problem" dream, where the "problem" that I had to fix was trying to get the car started and get it over this small earthen berm about two feet high (which actually does exist in Bob Cochran's back yard). We had to get over that in order to make it to the place where we would attempt to cross the Grand Canyon, but the car wouldn't start, and when it did, it didn't have the power or the clearance to get over this little berm. We all knew that there was no way in Hell this POS Mercury was going to get us across the Grand Canyon, but we all had to keep fixing this car and keep trying.

                          Then the alarm went off.



                          Weird. Probably means I hated my mother or something.
                          Bask in the warmth of the Deep South
                          No one will be denied:
                          Big law suits and bathroom toots;
                          We're all getting Dixie-fried.
                          But somewhere Hank and Lefty
                          Are rollin' in their graves
                          While kudzu vines grow over signs that read "Jesus Saves."

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by Adam View Post
                            My dreams have been weirder than usual lately. Weird enough that I remember them in detail, which virtually never happens to me.

                            Two nights ago, my dream was that my brothers and I were going to try to jump the Grand Canyon in a car. The car in question was a clapped-out mid-'90s model Mercury Grand Marquis that barely ran. The Grand Canyon was also in the back yard of a neighbor from my childhood home, and the Colorado River had been replaced by Otter Creek, but it was still the Grand Canyon, and we were still in Bob Cochran's back yard.

                            The whole thing was a "problem" dream, where the "problem" that I had to fix was trying to get the car started and get it over this small earthen berm about two feet high (which actually does exist in Bob Cochran's back yard). We had to get over that in order to make it to the place where we would attempt to cross the Grand Canyon, but the car wouldn't start, and when it did, it didn't have the power or the clearance to get over this little berm. We all knew that there was no way in Hell this POS Mercury was going to get us across the Grand Canyon, but we all had to keep fixing this car and keep trying.

                            Then the alarm went off.



                            Weird. Probably means I hated my mother or something.
                            Old car that barely runs, Grand Canyon, no power....
                            Sounds like Erectile Dysfunction problems.
                            We are so fucked.

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                            • #15
                              We don't even want to get into the weird dreams I had when I was pregnant with HRH. Some were obvious anxiety dreams, like the one about leaving the baby at The Alamo (a place I've never even been, nor especially wanted to go). But others were like movies set in places and times as diverse as the Easter Rising (which I had read a tiny bit about long before) and my old high school. Some woo-woo type I knew back then said I was having the baby's dreams of a past life.
                              "Think as I think," said a man,
                              "Or you are abominably wicked;
                              You are a toad."
                              And after I had thought of it,
                              I said: "I will, then, be a toad." - Stephen Crane

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