Do You Remember Your Dreams?

Got to bed in the early hours and had another odd dream.

I was wrestling a lion on Albert Road in Farnworth. I had it round the neck, and was somehow keeping it subdued, but I needed help. Unfortunately, cars kept driving by and ignoring me. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, so I was shouting for someone to come to my aid. Nothing.
What's wrong with people? You'd have thought they'd have stopped to take a picture at the very least.
I'll be dreaming elsewhere from now on
Not sure what it all means. It has to mean something.

I had  a weird dream last night too. A tribe of American Indian warriors on horseback were chasing a herd of hairy cows across the plains until they drove them over a cliff. Not sure what that was about.

wanderlust wrote:I had  a weird dream last night too. A tribe of American Indian warriors on horseback were chasing a herd of hairy cows across the plains until they drove them over a cliff. Not sure what that was about.

Mine sounds normal now. I've noticed my dreams never have a satisfactory end. The just come to a random stop.

My sister-in-law claims she's never had a dream in her life. I find that hard to believe.

I've also noticed I dream about places I used to live, and never where I'm living now.

For many many years my dreams were about water, and me drowning, and still do, but to a lesser degree. These last four or five years its been more about me being in a random place that I have to find my way home from, which I never manage. I always tell myself when I wake up, that I should have used my phone for directions. Quite often the dream puts me in the same place from an earlier one, and I actually remember parts of it, but never find my way out of there.

I dreamt I wrote Lord of the Rings the other night.
I must have been Tolkein in my sleep.

wanderlust wrote:I dreamt I wrote Lord of the Rings the other night.
I must have been Tolkein in my sleep.

I have no words.

I had a recurring dream once....

wanderlust wrote:I dreamt I wrote Lord of the Rings the other night.
I must have been Tolkein in my sleep.

Jesus it's like cabaret night on here today with these corny jokes 

Last night I dreamt I was asleep, and when I woke up, I was.

I had a very tense dream in which there was a bloke yelling "Ready, get set.." in my ear.
Then I woke up with a start.

Had a belter last night about a goat that insisted on trying to join the police force. They had to send for its friend, a horse, to come down and talk some sense into it.
I remember a police motorcyclist trying to manhandle the goat into a truck by the horns, before waking up with my 6am alarm.
Can't really explain it.

boltonbonce wrote:Had a belter last night about a goat that insisted on trying to join the police force. They had to send for its friend, a horse, to come down and talk some sense into it.
I remember a police motorcyclist trying to manhandle the goat into a truck by the horns, before waking up with my 6am alarm.
Can't really explain it.

Joseph and his amazing technicolour dreamcoat couldn't explain that either...

I suggest you stop eating cheese before you go to bed!

Sluffy wrote:

Joseph and his amazing technicolour dreamcoat couldn't explain that either...

I suggest you stop eating cheese before you go to bed!

I can usually find something that might have triggered a dream, but this one had me stumped.
I decided to stop telling people about it when I saw the looks on their faces. Might have to keep my dreams to myself from now on.

I don’t dream that often and most times they’re not memorable anyway but I’d remember and will always remember one in particular. When I was younger, late teens I think, I dreamt that I was walking with a past girlfriend up Hospital Road by the Children's Hospital in Swinton where I lived then, just off Manchester Rd near the hospital. I’d been out with her a couple of times before but hadn’t seen her for over a year. Since she lived at Monton Id never ever walked up Hospital Road with her and couldn’t think of any reason I would. The very next night came a knock on my door and there she was. She was returning some Albums id left at her house last time we’d been going out. We chatted for a minute or two then I asked if I could take her home (forever the chivalrous one?). She said I could but she had a friend, who was waiting near the gate, who she had to get home first and she only lived just up Hospital Road!!! We obviously took her home. Dream, premonition, I don’t know but I’ve never forgotten that one? 🥴