Would you share your dreams?

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I read an article just a bit ago about a machine being developed in Japan that has the potential to show what a person is thinking about or dreaming on a computer monitor. Oddly enough, I have always wished I could record my dreams, since I find most of them rather entertaining (not counting the hideous nightmare I had a few nights ago). Now it looks like that might become possible. Question is, if you could share your dreams, would you (no censorship)?

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I think I would, yes. Its not like I really dream about anything (That I recall at least) that I wouldnt be comfortable with people seeing.

Of course, if you arent into massive orgies with gorgeous women, you wouldnt like my dreams - or my real life. hang on, I think im dreaming again..... (I wish those were my dreams).

Perhaps I should consider deciding on a case by case basis.

 

I would share my dreams, mind you the last couple have been X-rated (maybe im not getting enough!)

 

That depends. Say if its a dream that will benefit someone or humanity as a whole, of course i will share, anything besides that.... not for all the tea in China .

 

I think we're all very vulnerable in our dreams and they probably say a lot about us that we won't even admit to ourselves...

So a 'no' from me.

 

Most definitely not....well actually some of them could make great films / stories...so maybe those. But most are far too personal.

I used to be indecisive...but now i'm not too sure te hee

 

A person's brain is their last bastion of freedom, no one is going anywhere near mine!

Now they can start to decpiher what people are thinking the next stage is control!! Whats the next step? the thought police?!?!?!?!

 

Actually, I had a very interesting dream last night. I can't remember all of it. It was about Superman (played by George Reeves of the 1950s TV series). The part I remembered was that some sort of criminal, posing as a dry cleaning delivery man, had taken a little girl hostage at gunpoint in her bedroom on the second floor of her house. His original intent was to kidnap her and assault her, but when Superman showed up, he put a gun to the girl's head and said he'd kill her if Superman came near him.

The bad guy convinced the family to all get in their car. He was in the back seat with the girl, still holding a gun on her. Superman was standing outside. The guy told Superman to stay there while he and the family drove away. In the dream, the father, who was driving, started backing out of the driveway, then suddenly hit the brakes hard. The bad guy dropped the gun, which was part of the prearranged plan, and the idea was for Superman then to open the door and grab the guy, before he could get his gun back.

What actually happened was the mother grabbed the gun and shot the guy right in the forehead, before anyone could do anything. Superman took the gun from her. Everyone was aghast. The bad guy was dead and the mother explained that this creep had been terrorizing the neighborhood, kidnapping children and she wanted to put a permanent stop to it. Now everyone was afraid that the mother would be arrested and tried for killing this jerk.

Superman did a very "un-Superman" like thing then in my dream. He took the guy and his gun and flew off with them. As far as anyone would know, the bad guy was never there. Superman recognized him as a habitual criminal that no one would miss. He flew the guy over the Pacific Ocean (in my dream, Metropolis was where Los Angeles is...which isn't much of a stretch, since in the TV show, Los Angeles City Hall doubled for the Daily Planet building). He took the guy's wallet out of his back pocket while flying and relieved it of a considerable amount of cash. Then he dropped the wallet and gun into the ocean from a great height.

Just so the ocean currents couldn't tie this guy's ID with his body, Superman flew some 50 miles north, then dropped the body. The salt water would destroy any fingerprints left on the gun, wallet and the guy's clothes. Then Superman flew to some southern California town just north of LA...uh, Metropolis. He changed into Clark Kent, complete with 1950s vintage gray suit, fedora, and horned rimmed glasses, slipped into a church, and "donated" the cash the crook was carrying. Then he ran into an alley and came back out as Superman, then took off.

That's all I really remember, except that it was as if this Superman was out of time. People generally seemed to accept Superman, but Clark Kent got a lot of odd looks in the church and on the street because his clothes were so out of style. I remember wondering in the dream how he'd dress like Clark in modern times, but still hide the Superman costume underneath. This is one dream I'd love to have on tape or disc.

Here's a pic of Reeves as Superman, so you'll get an idea of what I was dreaming:

 

my dreams make no sense although I had a crazy dream last night which could have made for an interesting re-make of night of the living dead

It Started of like American Pie but ended up with all the young cast like Linzi Lohan and Paris hilton getting royally mangled by zombies apart from a famous big butted latino singer who got a nuke up her arse blink

Everyone ofcourse died like they always do in those films.

I was the director and for some reason Harrison Ford was my Producer

There must of been something extra in my curry for me to dream that

So yes I would like to share my dreams so I can find out what the hell they are about or mean.

 

Holy Moses GBL, that is odd, most of my dreams feature me being in the middle of some sort of zombie scenario, although I always end up dead which is not my idea of fun

No way would I let someone read my dreams, they normally involve getting jiggy with someone I'd rather not even be in the same country as, dreaming it once is bad enough, let alone watching it again!!!!!

 

I haven't had a really vivid dream like that for years, I woke up after the town was blown up by missiles then I tried going back to sleep to see if it would carry on but it didn't.

I heard and don't know if it's true but you have loads & loads of dreams per night and a dream only lasts 5 minutes at it's longest

 

How Dreams Work

 

I'd like to get them recorded so that I could remember them (I don't now).

I'm also with Fergal on this on, share them on a case by case basis.

 

Last night's dreams seem pretty disjointed. The clearest "story" that I can recall is as follows:

I was in some sort of school. It had to be evacuated in a hurry for some unknown reason, but if people didn't get out, they'd die. I must have known what the danger was at the time but I can't recall now. For some reason, it was my responsibility to make the travel arrangements for everyone. It was all a big mix up of transportation modes, with some people traveling by air, by train, by boat, and by car.

Most people had a way to get home but a few didn't yet. Most people had to travel long distances to get home, some internationally. I saw a boy in class that needed to get back to his aunt's home, I think somewhere in England (the school was in another country, but I don't remember where). I saw a man in the class with him who was his teacher and knew they lived near each other. I went in to the class and charged the teacher with escorting the boy home to his aunt safely.

There was still a problem. For some reason, they were likely to be set upon by various bad guys and killed on the train trip that I had arranged. The teacher wasn't going to be able to protect the child, let alone himself from that level of danger. I knew of someone else who had recently made travel plans by boat that could help, but he was going to a completely different destination. I got the teacher and student to follow me.

I found the person I wanted in a hot tub, wearing only a cowboy hat and a gun. The gun was underwater, but that didn't seem to matter. The man was a "gunslinger" from the old west. He had killed plenty of men and now he had chartered a boat to take him to some tropical island for his vacation. I had other plans.

Before he could stop me, I walked up to his hot tub and as he tried to pull his gun up out of the water to shoot me, I grabbed it. I pressed it against the wall behind him, effectively flattening it to something that looked like silver playdoh. I told him I'd give him his gun back and let him go on the condition that he safely escort the teacher and student to the student's aunt's home. He didn't want to do it, but he'd never get out of there if he didn't agree. Fortunately, he had a streak of honor in him. If he made a promise, I knew he'd keep it flawlessly. Once he agreed, I outlined the specifics of the promise to him, crafting it so he wasn't likely to find any loopholes that would let him abandon or kill his charges during the trip or after delivering them. Oh, I was able to restore his handgun to its original condition and return it to him.

Then I trusted him and left.

In my dream, the trip from the school to the aunt's apartment was completely skipped. The next thing I saw was the gunslinger delivering the teacher and boy to the front door of the apartment building where the aunt lived. I got the distinct "impression" that they'd faced many dangers together and the gunslinger, true to his word, protected his charges and kept them safe. It was time for him to leave.

The details of the deal required the gunslinger to safely deliver the two people, leave and never see them again. He walked away and was about to turn the corner of a building when something stopped him. The next I saw was that he was apparently aiming his gun at the teacher. Both the teacher and student were frightened and expected to die in the next few seconds. The teacher asked him what he was doing and the gunslinger replied "Breaking a promise". He then fired...and hit some sort of large, venomous snake that was about to attack the teacher from behind.

He had to break the promise to never return to the man and boy after he delivered them, but his sense of duty to them had exceeded the original promise. I don't remember any specific dialogue at this point, but I got the distinct impression that some sort of relationship had developed between them on the trip that had changed the nature of the gunslinger.

After he left again, the aunt came out to see what all the noise was about (apparently not noticing the dead snake on the ground). She was overjoyed to see her nephew returned safely and when the aunt and the teacher locked eyes, it was love (or something) at first sight. The gunslinger had just turned the same corner and caught all this at a glance, but this time, didn't return (before all this, he would have made a play for the aunt himself). He then left, presumably to take up his vacation where he left off.

There was more after this. I had to return to the danger zone but to some sort of hotel or large business. I can only remember bits and pieces and it doesn't make much sense.

The interesting thing about the gunslinger, is that I recognize him as an actor that would have actually played such roles on TV in the 1950s and 60s. He was a rather minor actor and I can't recall his name, but I can see his face vividly, even now, in my memory.

Sorry guys, no babes or hot, passionate, steamy scenes to liven things up. That's the way it was.