Crazy dream this morning! (long)

[elainevdw]

I've had the strangest (nonlucid) dreams the past few mornings! The kind that keeps going after you wake up, roll over, then fall back asleep.

It was totally apocalyptic. I could see ghosts and stuff (most of whom were friendly and polite), but a group of people and I were hiding out in this house. I got talking to this one mousey guy in the group about how worried I was about my boyfriend, because I hadn't heard from him. So the pointed behind me -- and there was the ghost of my boyfriend! He was running out towards a tree. I ran after him. There was crying, and we tried to kiss, but there was this electricity that kept us from touching each other. So he pointed at the tree, where his "badge" (I guess he was in some sort of military in this dream?) was nailed, as proof of his demise. He gave me a stack of papers, and I returned to the house. I was sad, but I had gotten to see him, so I knew he was okay, in a ghostly sense.

I emotionally reported this to the mousey guy and gave him the stack of papers, because I just didn't want to deal with whatever they were. We chatted for a bit, then he started walking away. I was walking towards the bathroom near the front door, because I needed to use the facilities. Then I saw that he was taking the papers to the door! He knocked a secret code on it, and I lept between him and the door to keep it closed and keep him from running. On the other side, someone knocked a secret code back. I called for help to the others in the house. He was trying to turn the papers over to the enemies we were hiding from!

A tussle ensued, and then I heard screaming as a blue line of light started to circumscribe the house. People who tried to run across it were instantly incinerated. After scrambling in a panic, I managed to launch myself down the stairs on an outside landing just before the blue line arrived. When the line completed into a square around the building... I knew everyone was screwed.

There was a panic outside, but I knew the terrain, so I bolted across some lawns and parking lots, through some trees, and back into another parking lot. It was really quiet. There was a 16 year old girl and her little sister. The little girl had eyes the size of saucers, she was so freaked out. We tried to find out what was going on, but all I could gather was that their oldest sister died in whatever was happening. I scrounged in my pockets for my cell phone, hoping I hadn't left it behind. Score! It was there. By habit, I hit my boyfriend's speed dial... but not only was he not there (duh), the network was down. Saddened by the reminder of him, I grabbed the girls and ran back towards town, to the library.

The librarians all had turtlenecks or scarves covering their mouths and noses. I looked out the back door and saw clouds of ash descending. I told the two girls to stay there and then ran into the falling ash. All the survivors from the town were gathered. They apparently thought it would be best to orderly gather on the lawns and by the sidewalks. They were sitting in rows, so friends and family could easily find them. They had no idea what had happened.

I got a really bad feeling -- like it was the calm before the storm, and the blue light, or something worse, would be back. The house I had been in earlier was eerily quiet. Spooked, I bolted back the way I came, without trying to find out who else from the house survived. I tried calling my old college roommate. The phone went through (barely) and I got her sister on the phone. I was trying to explain how important it was to talk to her right this second, but the phone kept cutting out, and the sister made it sound like my old roommate was kind of mentally crazy from the whole thing that had happened. I wondered what had happened the day before to bother her so much, because it took a while to get to her family's home out in the country.

In real life, all of this was punctuated by light awakenings. But then my cell phone started to ring for real! And I was so bothered by this crazy dream that I couldn't go back to sleep. So that's where it ends, I guess!

Who else has super-detailed dreams with an ongoing storyline?

And... any tips on how to pick up on this storyline when I go to bed tonight?

[Paul C]

That was an enjoyable read. Besides there being a steady storyline to the dream, it could also be picked apart for symbolic value (such as rejecting the burden of 'paper'). Maybe there is even a dual purpose to the dream (to teach a lesson through entertainment? heh).

As for super-detailed, story driven dreams? Not too often, personally. Although recently I have been having more structured, understandable ones.

To continue your described dream scenario the most straightforward way would be to just visualize it, feel it, the same way you did when last having the dream.

Tell us how it goes. If you experience enough dream 'episodes' it would make a interesting book.

[elainevdw]

I need to make a point of recording dreams like these, because I always thought they could be adapted to a decent novel, too!

I'll see if I can recapture it, but I'm not sure I've still got the "feeling" to respawn the dream.

This morning, I did have another crazy one, though not quite as well-plotted. Had to do with a love interest that was returning to Kent, England, after doing this underwater mission in these plane-like submarines. He looked a little like David Spade, actually.

I decided that I've been playing too much World of Warcraft, because the environment of each of these dreams echoed the environment I'd been playing in the game the previous days. Crazy how stuff like that can affect your dreams.

[Paul C]

Originally Posted by elainevdw

I decided that I've been playing too much World of Warcraft, because the environment of each of these dreams echoed the environment I'd been playing in the game the previous days. Crazy how stuff like that can affect your dreams.

I can relate to how game environments can effect the scene (and theme) of a dream. Sometimes a game theme could pop up within a dream that was from something that I played years ago! It really does show how some games were really that enjoyable to interact with (and memorable, considering how correct they often are).