I had a pet sea turtle, ca 75 cm long. Lovely. i loved her so much.
I listened to some music that was related and then it was as if I was in the water, or like the room swam, it was weird and good and hard to describe...
I gave her a hug, and felt her smooth shell
But I kept her in a room, not in water
what was up with that?? @_@ I should know better than that, even in a dream
maybe the music made her think she was in water too?

i dont expect myself to neglect a turtle's need. nor to keep an endangered species as a pet
or for that matter a species way too big to be a pet
I expect more of dream me

I don't know, my dream was weird as fuck. It had something to do with Star Trek TNG and me being a Klingon warrior.

I don't know much about dreams (which is ironic considering my username) but generally dreams are the realm of subconscious/deep desires, those raw essences of our being/soul that lay unspoken beneath our logical and ideological constructs.

What i'm trying to say is, i think it was mostly for your love/fondness towards and desire to take care of them, dreams are symbols and that was the best representation of it even if it didn't make sense, i don't think you should feel bad about the dream turtle girl having a turtle out of the sea for a moment, only in dreams you can fly anyway.

And my last Dream; I was a boy and an agent sent to a sort of house/mansion (or maybe a orphanage/organization) and i had to investigate some claims/macguffins about the administrator of the place and his recently missing wife, after i cleaned the mystery (which had to do with his wife and helped save the life of the kids) i was casually walking with the guy and when i casually asked, i found out he didn't gave the slightless shit about his wife or the kids, for some reason, that got me really mad and i wanted to punch or rant him. A moment later (before i could do anything) i woke up.

I couldn't decide on a stall in a stall in a public bathroom, and I was getting really embarrassed because I kept going in one for a few minutes, then going to a new one, and I knew other people were laughing at me.

Thank you, Dream! You're right, of course. It must have simply been about how much I care about turtles and want to take care of them, and not really about keeping a sea turtle as a pet per se. Since most of my recent committment to turtles have been in the form of petitions and sites/ cases involving sea turtles, it makes sense that sea turtles became part of my dreamscape, even if it was in a way that didn't make sense.
This made my day, Dream, thank you!

Yeah, dreams are mostly symbolic and artistic (i think) and like you said it was surely a manifestation of your dedication to sea turtles, i'm glad it made your day, that really lights me up in a way .

And also, on one little thing; I think it made sense. Dreams have their own logic, it just happens to be (generally) completely divorced from reality (and maybe other dreams too).

I was living in Tokyo, Japan in an apartment beside this movie theater that looked like the Roman Colliseum. Went to apply to a store that sells games. While I didn't speak Japanese, I understood it. The people that worked there didn't speak English but understood what I was saying though. They hired me on the spot (like that ever happens) then I took over the register.

my dream last night involved me forgetting that food was on the stove and everything burned. i couldn't do anything to salvage any of it and of course got a lecture about my irresponsibility. then i was wearing the whiterun gaurd outfit from skyrim, and when i left the house to go buy more groceries i was just outside of whiterun, and there aren't any grocery stores around, since in the house is just in the house. so i'd have to walk all over a fictional landscape to buy groceries.

I was married and living in a country that had recently become really fascist(even more so than the world is now). There was a big brother type dictator. My wife and I were discussing what to do about it but we weren't getting anywhere.

It was quite frightening...
I was at Masters place, we went to the city and suddenly... Master lost hold of my hand!!
A huge crowd was carrying me along the streets...
... I walked along, but I couldn't find her

Hope this never happens!

I have two.

I was living in a flat and my parents were there as was my boyfriend. I went to go outside and at the front of the flat building there was this guy who asked if I could let him in even though I didn't know who he was. I said okay even though he looked dodgy because I couldn't be arsed dealing with him. I went back inside my flat and it turned out he had a gang of other men with him, they were criminals and were going around beating up the residents and robbing them and shit. I got a gun and shot one of them three times and didn't miss. That was the coolest part.

In the second one, I was a member of SG-1 and I was using an elevator which worked like a Stargate, fuck knows how. You punched in the co-ordinates and it'd take you to a planet. I had a bomb with me which I was supposed to plant on a planet which was dangerous for some reason. I had to get back to the elevator before the bomb went off. I can't remember if I did or not.

I dreamt that i returned to my neighbour and friend's house after a very long time of not talking to him, the house was completely changed yet it was recognizable enought for me to be amazed at how much it changed, same thing with the residents.

So for a reason i don't remember (or don't know) i walked to her sister's room and talked to her about serious things, i think concerning "us" (i don't remember the dialogue, just the general feeling and narrative meaning of it) after some moments of silence when i finished talking, she started crying and looked away from me, i tried to help her/hug her and she just said "leave" i didn't want to leave, but somehow i knew there was nothing i could do, so i turned at the door, looked at her with some sadness in my face, and left. I don't remember anything of my dream after.

You know, lately i felt tempted to analyze people's dreams in this thread, kinda like with Skilpadde's dream, altough i don't know if that would be a bit wrong? But in a way i admit i am interested in it, both in dreams and what they mean.

Also, Suedehead, i really like your first dream, sounds interesting .

This was a strange dream. I transformed into a differently characterized version of me from the start. It does kind of remind me of myself when dealing with past relationships though.

I had a dream that I was still in school and in love with a girl.
[1/24/2012 9:40:24 PM] Stu Freddy: And although socially I'm very bland when repressing my oddities, I thought that she wanted to be with me.
[1/24/2012 9:43:08 PM] Stu Freddy: There was another man who liked her, possibly 6 or so years older than my. He was a normal type with the only eccentricity of sleeping on top of an abandoned bridge sometimes in his car during daylight. This person was without my selfishness, my social problems, and seemed like a caring and stable person. And although I wanted to be with her, I knew that this person was better for her and would give her less troubles. After awhile it had been apparent that she had gotten close to him. Despite knowing that I didn't accept it and kept trying. This caused the two of them to become stressed out with me.
[1/24/2012 9:44:02 PM] Stu Freddy: Finally I found myself trapped in a classroom with the girl and her friend. There was some supernatural force that made the hallways dangerous, but that part is hard to remember.
[1/24/2012 9:44:13 PM] Stu Freddy: I soon found myself split into two copies of myself.
[1/24/2012 9:45:01 PM] Stu Freddy: And they tied one of me up with fucking LED christmas lights and sent the other me to find and ensure the safety of the other guy who she loves.
[1/24/2012 9:45:45 PM] Stu Freddy: The tied up version of me was enraged, thrashing, yelling, trying to get loose while the version of me that was sent out felt a sense of duty and morality to who the better person is.
When the copy of me who left came back with her loved one, I became one again. And I was stuck in the christmas lights. The tone of the dream changed again when they decided to fuck to mess with me, and I felt hatred given only the choice to either watch or look away.
[1/24/2012 9:46:05 PM] Stu Freddy: Somewhere in between I smoked weed with Noth

I have no idea what it means, but I'm not a fan of any current theories on dream analysis since the mind is too complex to hold it as a formulaic.

i was back at my parents house where i never wanted to be again, babysitting a kid whose mom is an ex friend of mine i had never wanted to see again, and i didn't want to babysit. this dream sort of continued where the previous nights had left off. so here i am babysitting this fat brat baby between the years one and two hating my life. hating how cold and dreary and low rent that place is, hating having to take the bus, hating this brat. this brat wound up being the love child of my ex friend and an ex boyfriend who i also never wanted to see again. every time i go to change a diaper it pees or shits on the bed or the floor. all it does is shreik and cry. i didn't feed the kid the entire time i babysat because it refused the bottles and then when i did finally feed it jarred baby food (thats all that was left) right before they were supposed to pick it up it just spits food all over it's clothes and me. it hits and kicks the dog so i beat the baby, like really beat it up and feel no remorse, just kinda got an oh shit feeling that someone saw me but nobody was when i turned around. then when i asked my mother to keep an eye on it for a few seconds so i could go to the bathroom i come back to find that now the kid finally has a gender, it's a girl and my mom had dressed it up in my old gradeschool's boy's uniform like she'd done to me. this resulted in another explosive argument and i left and went to denny's with this stinky, fat & heavy, screaming damned baby.

i already know what this means but i'm still kinda disturbed by me beating a baby even if it was just a dream.

Since it's so extraordinary rare for me to be actually sure about having dreamed and top of that remember something, well, here it goes..

I was sitting in some kind of damn huge black leather arm chair that somehow reminded more of a couch and watching TV, zapping through the programs, until I stopped at some interview with a doctor, that looked a bit like a skinny version of the art teacher in Katawa Shoujo (!?), talking in front of his clinic about their patients. Next thing I was the person leading the interview, all the time a stupid little notepad in hand and felt like it's always been that way. In any case he went on about they had to provide someone with a mixture of chemicals used in chemotherapy, painkillers, tranquillizers and whatnot else. The moment I led the notepad sink a bit, I was actually me and standing in a brightly lit little room painted in nondescript pastel-colours, with a little palm-tree in one corner next to the door, wearing on of these fucking embarrassing aprons you tend to get for a operation and drinking some gooey stuff that tasted like mildly aspartame flavoured old plastic. Next thing I was in a bed next to a window and upon turning my head realised that there were also two other elderly people, maybe a couple, that started babbling about some stuff, until I noticed an old blue fading tattoo of an anchor on the forearm of this man. He then stared directly into my face and told me that I shouldn't be here. In the next scene I was already and finally alone, until before mentioned doc busted into the room, followed by a squad of nurses. Then my mind became a blurry fog and felt alike to being stuck in a bar clamp; I felt dizzy with a sense of nausea and extremely weak, every inch of my body hurting, all the time being yelled at about to get moving. When I was finally standing, I started stumbling around the room, trying just to get away somehow, until a extremely detailed image of a strawberry popped up in my head, that no commercial ever could beat and I thought to myself for moment that it actually would be a neat piece to paint. Last thing was a sensation of collapsing, upon I awoke with a taste of blood in my mouth.

how unusual..

I was at the edge of the little woods nearby and I saw a thing, probably a toy, consisting of the scariest animal head I have ever seen and several thick sheets of paper, written by Muslim terrorists. I looked at them and started reading the hate-filled violent description of what they (the extremists) were planning to do. It was really chilling, the hatred they displayed was so fanatical. How could they hate someone that intensely simply for being western?
They realised I had read their manifest and chased after me. I decided to seek refuge in the basement of our block, which has 5 doors leading into it, and thought it’d be the quickest way to get away from them. However, as I came into the basement I caught two thieves red-handed. They had filled a sack with goods and were about to start a fire as a diversion. I snuck out before they saw me, but decided to enter the cellar from one of the other doors, because that seemed safer than going home via the front door (due to the extremists who still were after me). This time I ran right into the thieves. One of them was a dog owner I knew IRL some years ago, the other was a fictional mate of his. The mate chased after me, and I fled outside. I didn’t have time to run to my own stairs and I was certain he’d kill me if he caught me, and I tried to plead with him to spare me, promising I wouldn’t tell. At this point smoke was coming from the block. I saw that there were a couple of adults in the daycare outside our block, and I shouted at them: “Help me! See the fire? He started it! His name is Halim Rafiq and he started that fire!” The men didn’t do anything to help me.
Somehow I was suddenly outside my door and in slow motion I unlocked it, with Halim Rafiq right behind me, and ran in. (the block didn’t seem to be on fire now).
Then I was in a lobby or something, under some sort of police protection. To the left was a wall of giant windows. Outside came a car with 2 men inside, It stopped, and one of the men started saying weird stuff. Someone inside the lobby told me I was safe because those two (in the car) were cops, but I knew something was off with them. And the talkative one kept saying weird stuff like ‘would someone die if they were stuck between the car and the wall’ and he became less and less coherent.
Then he got out of the car, lifted it and was about to hurl it at me through the windows. I ran for it.
Then I was in my own kitchen and looked out. The top of a ladder was visible over the wall of our veranda and I thought it was suspicious. A woman climbed up, and in panic I started shouting for help and tried to make my family aware of the situation. My mother just said that she was here to do a job and there was nothing to worry about, but I was afraid she was wrong. I became hysterical and screamed. No one believed me.
Then there was someone at our door. Again I feared the worst, and prepared an escape route from our veranda. My father reluctantly went to see who it was, and I fled out onto the veranda, ready to flee. In came the fictional little girl (4 or 5) my neighbours had adopted, and she was also pissed at me. (everyone just loved me in that dream!) She hissed that I had abandoned her, I told her I hadn’t. I used to look after her and play with her, but for some reason her parents had told me to stay away, and I tried to explain that to her. This is the second time that girl enters my dreams.
Then I woke up.

Went to a meeting with this guy who looked like somee actor/comedian (I forget his name I think its Bill Mayer???) Wanted to get him to invest and in a script that I wrote with George Romero (what
I mean by invest since I can't friggin go back and delete shit on my mobile is basically finance a film for me to make off that script.) What I also wanted from him was to get my friend compensation ((how!?) from not being able to work because I just shot him in the leg with a gun(?)

After a while into the meeting, I question why I'm there, I guess I don't like his attitude or something, and I decide to bail. Leaving the building, there's a concert going on outside (that somehow wde couldn't hear inside?) Move through the crowd and decide to go down a cobbled street and enter a colonial house with a ladder ride ascending through the roof and up into the sky. Take the ladder ride. There's dozens of people on it, standing and holding onto other rungs. One guy listens to the Lord of the Rings soundtrack coming from golden soda cans. Then I woke up.

I was on big playground with a lot of people. Then suddenly one of Kaczynski brothers (i think it was the dead president) appeared and started pushing his way towards the place where i was standing. Every one moved back, and he bent down and started digging the sand with his hands. He uncovered a metal box, which he opened, and it was full of money. He took a big red banknote with '100' on it. He intended to give it to a driver as a tip.

I'll avoid the obvious interpretation.

I just had a disturbing dream which combined several recent real life events in an illogical order, mixed up with a lot of crazy fantasy.

I dreamt I'd be living at my parent's village again and that I wanted to go to the city by train. The sun was shining, I was wearing a white skirt I really own. When I arrived at the train station I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to shave my legs - and in total embarrassment about the fact that I wore a skirt, but had unshaved legs I decided to go home again even though that meant that I'd miss some kind of important appointment in the city.

However, the way back wasn't easy, because leaving the train station meant climbing through a hole at the ceiling at some point. I tried to climb up, but I was too weak, which was annoying because I thought "dammit, would you have been to the gym more regularly lately this wouldn't be a problem at all". So I hang there in midair with my unshaved legs exposed to everyone. The next moment an overweight 16-year old boy showed up above and offered me to help me by pulling me to the next floor. I thanked him, but denied his attempt to help me. With all the strength I had left I pushed myself up and to the next floor on my own. There I started a conversation with that boy. The boy was very touchy-feely and he tried to get near me unremittingly. I rejected these attempts vehemently telling him I'd be taken and not interested in any kind of petting with other men than my boyfriend. He then out of the blue admitted to me that he already knew what I look like when I'm naked. He informed me that my stalker had moved to my parents village and was living just 3 or 4 minutes away from my parents' house, for several months already, - and that they had a shared naked picture gallery of me. I woke up puzzled and in shock.

Wow, Jezabel, that's pretty disturbing. I often have unpleasant dreams like that about the neighbor I mentioned.

I dreamed that my mother saw all of my posts on Hikiculture. She made an account and made a post saying, "I'm Megan's mother and I don't like what she's saying on here." Or something along those lines.

This dream was probably inspired by an incident about a month ago in which I accidentally left my e-mail account open on her computer. I had an e-mail from Aillas for a topic-reply notification. She went on her computer and like the nosy person she is, she opened the e-mail and read that I had posted in a thread called "Hikikomori and Sex". She freaked out and asked what a forum was, what hikikomori was, and why I was talking about sex on the internet with strangers. My brother and I laughed at her.

I'm lucky I didn't receive an angry email from your mom.

My last dream consisted of me roaming through a haunted mansion with someone from HC while the Suede song Obsessions was playing in my head.

I dreamed that my philosophy teacher was sitting really close to me, and his knee occasionally bumped into my leg as he talked. Then he asked me out on a date. I said I wasn't interested in dating.