I’ve had a fair few dreams over the years in which I smoke. I’ve never smoked, and never want to. But now and then, I’ll have a mostly realistic dream in which I’m someone else, and I’m smoking. Sometimes it’s just a prop in the dream and sometimes it’s a big feature and I’m really savouring and thinking about it.

Odd.

I quite often dream about flying, and I can’t fly in real life.

If you do not smoke in waking life and dream that you are smoking, then it indicates that you are trying to shield yourself and others against your emotions. You have trouble letting others in.The dream may also be a metaphor for an addictive relationship or habit in your waking life.

That, or you want to have “relations” with a dude?

I have sex an awful lot in dreams.

To be fair, it’s a lot more than I have actual sex.

I had a particularly distressing dream in my teens, in which I slaughtered my (much loved) family with a broadsword. Still makes me shiver 25 years later. Visceral.

The dream may also be a metaphor for an addictive relationship or habit in your waking life.

Why would I need a metaphor for that?

Dunno, I’m not a qualified dreamologist.

I once had an incredibly vivid dream that I had found a dead new-born baby at work. Being busy I popped it in a tupperware box and put it in my filing cabinet to deal with later but forgot. I woke up in a blind panic that it was all real and no-one would believe me. I actually called work on a pretext and asked a friend to look in my file for something else and when he didn’t freak out admitted why i had phoned. Next day at work open my file and there inside was a tiny-tears doll in a tupperware box- Bastard.

I used to have a recurring nightmare as a child, long story short: turns out it was a Victorian “amusement” machine called The Hanged Man – the setting and hanging was vivid in the dreams.

Happened to see the machine after some years of this, put my money in the slot, watched the guy being hanged and never had the nightmare again.

True story.

Built a timber framed house with my gf’s Dad.

Oooo and another one: Had a really weird dream in which a girl I was at school with asked me to look after her boobs for her – I dropped one of them and it burst

Once had a dream that I played hide and seek with hitler on my family’s farm. That was pretty odd.

Sea of corpses as far as the eyes can see with all forms of death imaginable.

There are many more …

I once had a dream that I was a comedian, on stage, telling jokes. One of the jokes was so funny I started laughing, the way you’re not supposed to when you’re on stage. And I couldn’t stop. The joke was so funny I laughed so loud I woke myself up and was still laughing when I woke up.
Another time, I was in the future. Not far, like next week or so. I knew I didn’t belong there and would return to normal time, but knew that all I had to do was check the racing results or football scores then put on a couple of accumulators when back in normal time. Picked up some papers, and could I focus on the words?
Back to normal time/woke up – foul mood all day.

I once dreamt I was teaching Princess Dianne how to light farts. She got it too. She was really good at it. That was an odd one.

I always dream i am a very good swimmer.. In the sea and in the air.. Odd 😐 and i dont even know how to swim in real life 😯

#martinlutherking 😆

I once dreamed about a good molgrips thread.
Pure fantasy.

I once dreamt that I had lost my crack pipe it was quite distressing, fortunately my friend had his so our walk in the country wasn’t ruined.

It is fair to say that as a half french person raised mostly in the yookay i speak it correctly (give or take the occasional gender agreement, grammar fans) but with an obviously english accent. When i dream in french my accent is always smooth as silk like someone off a chat show or something, and i usually manage some kind of pun or play on words i would never have been able to think of when i was awake.

Also as a vegetarian of 15 years i have a recurring dream where i eat a chickenburger on the way home from the pub. Ffs, a chickenburger. Thats like the daewoo nexia of meat isn’t it? If you are going to dream-cheat, do it properly!

If you want i will tell you about my ‘bum pantry/stockroom’ dream.

A couple of years ago the mrs woke up and frantically ran round looking for a pen and paper saying her late gran had told her the winning lottery numbers in a dream, when she found em she could only remember four of the numbers,
The next day I went to the shop and bought four tickets using the four numbers and two random numbers and when the draw happened we won four times with the four numbers she remembered..
I couldn’t get the other bastard two though 🙁

So who’s read all the above posts? Only your own?

I read somewhere that one of the most boring things people can talk about is their own dreams 🙂

So I’ll leave it there!

I had a liaison with Sporty Spice for quite some time.

In the real world she has never returned my call once!

Sea of corpses as far as the eyes can see with all forms of death imaginable.

There are many more …

Happy childhood?

I dreamt (very recently) about David Cameron and Nick Clegg doing a live show on TV – butt naked, shaking their booties, slapping each other on the ass and slapping their crown jewels against their thighs.

😯

Last night I danced with Princess Dianna, she was wearing a pair of shades 😆

Dunno, I’m not a qualified dreamologist.

You are now.

I once had a bizzare dream where I had a long bmx ride and kept doing 360’s of off things. I actually felt like I was in control of the bike and had to think about the riding rather than it just happening.

Ok ok, going with the OP’s question, a few years ago, I had a vivid, in depth, rather marvellous, porno dream featuring the Welsh indie songbird Cerys Matthews (and me, of course).
As far as I know, I’d never remotely fancied her and only had slight interest in Catatonia.
After though, got a pleasant little shudder everytime I saw her on telly. Still do. 😀

I tend to do a lot of zombie killing, but without actually killing zombies. I try (because they are zombies) but pistols jam, knives etc only cut them a little. I don’t know what that is a metaphor for, but it’s frustrating.

Damn zombies.

I keep dreaming i’m dressed in womens underwear and high heels in a public place.
Oh.. hang on.

I used to have a dream where I could manual a bike everywhere. I was happily cruising around on the back wheel, front wheel in the air for all to see. In the real world I struggle to pull a wheelie.

I do have some quite violent dreams too, smashing faces in with large blunt objects. Something I would never think of doing to another human being.

I had a vivid, in depth, rather marvelous, porno dream featuring DezB (and me, of course).

I don’t suppose he will read this though, only ever reads his own posts the bastard!

I hope you get the shudder every time I post 😉

Getting one right now 😛

Had sex. 🙄

killed a kitten, shot myself, punched the missus in the face.

Different dreams.

Usually followed by me shaking, sweating, screaming for my mum.

Terrors, yah.

Fathered a child. Always a tiny baby, it’s never any more grown up than that. And I’m really soppy and feeling the love for it.

Me and ‘er indoors can’t have kids and the waking, sentient me professes to be reconciled to the situation and not really that bovvered about it.

Obviously a cry for help from the paternal instinct node of my brain.

Rarely have any dreams these days, my other half occasionally wakes me up laughing in her sleep.
When I do dream they’re usually because I have a bit of a temperature so they seem pretty vivid at the time.