THE DREAMERY - post your authentic dreams here.

[Caro]

The house we bought was haunted - in the sense that it was a haunted house, a freakshow for Halloween. Incredibly life-like spring loaded puppets aimed to scare were planted all over like booby traps. A mad scientist in the bathroom. In the candle lit laundry room, I saw a young beautiful slave woman ironing in the corner. She rushed at me like a psycho, her wooden head nearly knocking me out!

[Zen]

Did that young and beautiful slave woman turn ya on Caro? ya know, before she charged at you in a murderous wooden doll frenzy? haha sorry just had to ask


But seriously... I remember my best friend telling me that he had these recurring dreams that were all different in the beginning but would end up him and I having to bury some guys body in a secret grave. He doesn't have the dreams anymore I don't think, but it's still wierd.

I mean there's the obvious first notion, the body represents some big thing in our lives that we should talk about but are burying it instead... or the body could represent a person, I thought, and burying him means we're shutting him out... not ignoring him, cause we're burying him and not leaving him on the side of the road.... I dunno... any thoughts?

peace

[Weedguru Sensei]

why is it, I havn't had a dream in 3+ years?
'cept a few.

[Funk Doctor]

You have several dreams every night, you just don't remember them.

[Zen]

oh dude, you haeve several hundred possibly thousande dreams, every nght. You only remember about 1% of the,. that's why it feels like you only have one.or two. Spry for punctation and spelling, I'm really drunk stoned and tired right now.

I'm goin to be, g'night guys!

peace

[Weedguru Sensei]

Well yeah, naturally...but why have I techincally never remembered a dream, even when I first wake up, for that long.
I'm sure Caro has an answer.

[Caro]

I told you, you have to put it to writing immediately, if you have a pad and pen right by your bed, you can hold onto those fragments for a hot second before they go away. It all has to do with the spiritual amnesia rational consciousness causes. You can't remember all your dreams just like you can't remember where you were before you were an infant.

[Caro]

How exciting! I just recorded a dream, that I woke from feeling it slipping away. This dream is significant! It concerns the ocean, and whenever I dream of the ocean or water, I know it means something. I think this dream really was a visit to the other side!!! I can only remember a small fraction of it, but on the other side it was so rich and detailed. And who were these people I don't know? I felt that Manupi was such a deep character, there's no way i could have made her up. She was real. The passion with which she spoke was real. I wish I could remember more of what she said. She had a weathered face, dreadlocks..... some kind of native attire, neckalces... and the warmest smile I've ever seen. Also, I remember spelling her name when she told it to me, more than once and with deliberation (so I would remember???).

".......................... For black people, more porn has been made than any other genre of film. Forgive me, for I am about to cry".

I watched Manupi give this lecture in a crowded room, with natives and Weterners alike in the audience. Our party also had a small child - two African women parented her. And since we (my mother and I) had suffered loss, we were each permitted a dog. The puppies turned out to be a lot of trouble! They were messy, and prone to jumping off high places. I saw an image of my mother, young, and happy about the dogs, which struck me as odd - they had messed everywhere in a lovely home and torn things to shreds.

I had asked Manupi if she wanted to come with us back to the ocean, for she had become my special friend. But she gracefully declined and as I watched her deliver the lecture stirred with passion, I understood why. At the same time, or perhaps out the window, I saw a storm take the ocean. The shore we had so recently occupied was bare, dark and turbulent. Huge, huge waves slammed the nearby cliffs. Farther out, I could see the enormous swells forming. Even farther, and the sun was shining through speckles of rain and people were surfing on the gentle, perfect waves.

[Guest]

edit- what the hell is wrong with me

[weedguru_animal]

in my new room the fish tank was one the opposite sida te room to the window and also the window is covered with a heavy blanket as i cant afford cyrtains at the moment. Anyway i knew this was kindbad for fish, ie.e no light. anywa their trank got more and more dirty, then one morning i woke and they were boht floating in the dirty tank!!!i manager to save on eof the fish)good job as tey werent even my fish, by putting him in new bowl with lean water and swimming him round withy hand so the water wetn through his gills, neway after ahour or so he came back to.

anyway now i got this dreami thik i had it twice, and the fish are desperate to breate or receive some light and they are stuck in front of my window, the weather i sunny andbright outside just waiting to burst throuygh the curtain to illuminate my room and the fishtnak.For ages the fish are waiting and all i do is sleep, until i wake up and relaize that theyre dying and rush to open the curtaainm, but by the its nightfall...

[Midnight Toker]

What a great thread, i cant believe i've never seen this before. I wish i had, there have been alot of dreams i wish i could remember. Maybe it wasn't in stoner poems But yeah animal was right, your more likely to find people who will contribute properly in here than in the other forums where you'll get alot of people talking shit, plus it'll always be on the front page in here.

[13laze]

indeed.

[Caro]

It's been 3 months since I've been able to capture a dream. This one is significant and eerie. It's almost as if it's in the future, as if nearly everyone in my family is dead and they are talking about bringing the last few home. It was so frustrating....

Cast of Characters

Hanna - my precious 12 year old sister, my last remaining sibling
John - my child molesting uncle
Derek - my drug addict ex boyfriend
Ronnie - my big brother who dies of Leukemia 9 years ago



Nooooo! I was trying to sleep, but I heard my mother talking. "Grandma says she wants John here, that she won't let them have any more money unless they get him here. He's best equipped to care for .... dying..... let him watch over Hanna.

I flung myself violently out of bed. "Are you CRAZY!? He's the last person we should have care for Hanna. What's wrong with you?"

Later, I heard them talking again, this time about Derek dying. She was making.... some sort of funreal arrangements. She was taking something off the floor. I grabbed her and shook her, but it was so inneffectual. I demanded to know what she was talking about, but she wouldn't tell me.

"What! Calm down. We all knew when Ronnie was going to die. The time has come".

Ronnie was there - I felt his presence very, very strongly.


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[BUDA]

Ive always really wanted to post one of my dreams here, But i seem to just forget them 10 min after i wake up One day, One day

edit: i just remembered about a Reoccuring dream i use to have when i was little so here it goes

Well it started off in this field just behind my grandmas house, id be walking on my own towards this church in the distance the paths go for miles and it always seemed really real and vivid then id look behind me and there would be a load of Trees Chasing me. (i know this sounds stupid but i must have had this dream 10 fucking times). So i start running scared shit less and eventually they would catch me and sorta throw me to the floor. Then id wake up

Well thats it one time ill post a drea ive had recently cus there fucking crazy.

[BUDA]

Sorry caro, it's been a while since i read the hole thread and as for the punctuation thats not one of my strong points.

If its ruined your thread that much ill delete my crazy dream.