Dream sharing thread

[TomHChappell]

I have many dreams about schools I’ve gone to, and places I used to work. About as often as I dream about family-members who are no longer alive, or ex-wives who aren’t ex in the dream.
(Usually the dream school is a mashup of several former real-life schools, or the business is a mish-mash of several real-life former employers. Usually I can’t keep it straight in the dream whether I’m still married to, or divorced from, whichever exwife I’m dreaming about. I think I’ve only once been unable to keep “which exwife?” straight in my dream.)
As for my dream-self having different politics or different religious views than my real-life self; in the narrow sense, no, never. But I have had dreams set in monarchies, or in worlds where dragons or vampires or such were commonly known to exist.

[TomHChappell]

I had a dream in which I was a sharp-shooter with an iron-sights rifle. I shot a set in which the majority of my shots landed exactly where their predecessors had landed.
….
The memory just now reoccurred to me that something sorta similar happened once (not 50 times, as in the dream) in real life.
In my first riflery course when I was a boy, they set up a rifle none of us were allowed to touch. Then each of us came up to the rifle and peered through the sites at a box one of the instructors was sitting on. In one hand he had a copy of the target’s bull; in the other hand a pencil. We’d tell him how to move the bull until it was where the sight showed it should be; then he’d mark, on a piece of paper, where the hole in the center of the bull was.
Everyone was allowed three tries. I was the only student who was given just two tries; the second was right on top of the first, so “they” didn’t see the need to keep going.
No bullets, no powder, the firing chamber wasn’t even inserted. Still, I aced that simulation!
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I can’t figure why I’d dream doing that 25 or 50 or 100 times in a row! Now, of all times!

[Man in Space]

There was a small bird flying through my kitchen. It was near the floor, darting through the legs of the chairs and dinner table. It was like it was kind of…lo-fi. Something about the color palette of everything…kind of like film.

[sasasha]

I was planning a walk on the Pennine Way, which was now on the east side of Nottingham, and going through pretty lowland woods by the river Trent rather than bothering with the Pennines. I was remembering going on a walk in that area with my dad when I was a kid, and passing a sign for a place called Eddington, though I wasn’t sure whether I had remembered that right. When I was checking out the route on Google maps I found that one could now view the entire world in a sort of hybrid satellite vs street view mode that had an oblique angled close up view about 45°, and I managed to find the sign that said Eddington on it and felt jubilantly vindicated. However, suddenly on the walk itself, and approaching an abandoned sewage works which was just near the footbridge that led to the wood that had the Eddington sign in it, I found that an obnoxious tribe of climbers had set up an artificial, erm, climbing obstacle course in the form of a pseudo-city with pseudo-skyscrapers kind of cannibalising a nice bit of rock, and there were dozens or hundreds of people lined up ready to climb this monstrosity, and a guy on a megaphone was spouting poisonous pro-climbing propaganda and fat-shaming the nervous, untrained climbers into beginning their dangerous ascents and abseils. It was so loud it was hurting my ears and I felt sad for the climbers and the woods and turned away, hoping that the serenity of Eddington-by-the-abandoned-sewage-works had not been entirely spoiled by this horrific business endeavour

[Travis B.]

I just dreamt about some woman looking for her son's killers, which ended in some American three-letter-agency type dressed up in face paint as a monkey complete with fur executing said son by bashing him over the head with a frying pan.

Before that I dreamt about women on some sports team in Communist Czechoslovakia wearing uniforms that were supposed to be subtly protesting the Communist regime and their secret police somehow, even though I don't know how they actually were protesting anything (I gather this dream was set shortly after the crushing of Prague Spring).

(Why I am getting these dreams tonight I don't know.)

[Man in Space]

I dreamed that somehow a suitcase nuke ended up at my house. My father, being his usual self, messed with it despite me warning him not to do so and ended up arming it. The only casualty ended up being my dog—everyone else was evacuated in time—but I love Large Marge dearly and I was upset for some time after I awoke.

[WarpedWartWars]

i just woke up from two or three dreams, the only one i remember being the first one, which went as follows:

I was talking with my mom as both of us were sat upon my bed. At some point I stood up, then at some point after that she mentioned the initials of a name, which I then saw the spelling of the full form of, and it was mostly using the Latin alphabet, but there were occasional Cyrillic letters (the only part of the name I remember is "rциrци" (rtsirtsi, рцирци)). I then tried to say the name, and during this my mom said "Something's wrong.". I just continued saying the name until I finished it. After that my mom and I were trying to figure out what was wrong, and eventually I lay down on my bed perpendicular to how one normally would, and I noticed that it was deforming like a small, heavy object was on it, then after a moment, I bolted up and swung something (I think it was a sword-whip, but it might have been just a sword) to cut off the three swords that were rising up through the bed. I kept cutting them off, and eventually, I had to play chess, but it was me with a feminine king (sometimes me, sometimes a piece floating at my head) and a few pieces I don't remember (also floating around) against a horde of pawns, and after some time playing it, and a few remarks that "the feminine king is too exposed", my winning move was to sweep all my opponent's pawns off the board with my sword. After that, I think I went back to cutting off the swords in my bed, until they were completely gone, whereupon I won against whatever was under my bed.

[alice]

I was drafted in at the last minute as a bass player for a band who were going to perform at the Eurovision Song Context, without knowing the song we were going to play. I spent much of the dream looking forward to going out on stage and picking it up by ear, as well as listening to the audience responding to other performances. Then I woke up.