What is/was your most profound dream?

[Relic]

Have you ever had a dream that really got to you in either a good or bad way? Care to share yours? My aim is to not really analyze dreams here, just basically share some really cool, freaky, funny, or amazing dreams.

Normally I dont remember my dreams at all but there was one that really sticks out - a couple of years ago, my wife had a miscarriage and unfortunately we lost the baby. Of course it bothered me a lot but since she was really only a couple of months into it, it wasn't really too emotionally horrible. Neither of us were absolutely devastated. Hurt, sad, depressed, yes but not necessarily devastated.

Anyway, one night shortly after, I had a dream that freaked me out.
In the dream I was upstairs in our bedroom getting ready to go somewhere. It must have been somewhere somewhat formal because I was wearing dress pants, had a white dress shirt on and I was putting on a tie. As I was doing this, this adorable but frail, blind, very sickly looking little girl came into the room. When I looked at her, I was absolutely filled with love for her. I picked her up and sat her on the edge of my dresser so I could talk to her while I was getting ready. Very nonchalantly I was telling her "I love you very much Sweety, but Daddy has to go now, Daddy will love you forever..." I picked her up and held her as I started to walk out of the room, and I actually woke up with tears in my eyes at that point. I'm figuring that in that dream she was the child that we lost.
That was years ago and I still get choked up about it, freaky huh? I'm figuring that it was the result of some suppressed guilt that I wasn't more devastated by it, or maybe I was but had sort of buried it and it came to the surface in the dream... I dunno but it's crazy how every now and then you get a dream that just sorta stays with you.

Anyone else here have one that really left an imprint on you?

[MakiSupaStar]

Woah. That's pretty intense.

[Deluge Of Sound]

I remember a portion of one recent dream quite vividly.

I was sort of drifting atop a steep river that was hovering above a mountain-scape (I was going up the river [aka ascending up above the mountainsides while the water rushed down past me]), looking through the water at this wonderfully idyllic landscape... Words are failing me, but it was very Coleridge poem-y/Yes album cover imagery. And atop all of it, as long as I kept my head submerged in the water, my ears were full of this incredibly rich, layered, psychedelic choir of music. The kind of music that you spend your whole life failing to recreate. That one's sticking with me for a long time.

[bassteban]

What Maki said.
I don't have terribly clearcut opinions on life after death but have also been *visited* by deceased relatives once or twice. We also lost one so I can relate there.
I once dreamed I was falling down a huge elevator shaft, and as I hit the bottom I was instantly transported far above my now crumpled & broken lifeless body. it was not a sad dream but very memorable. Had to have been 30 years ago.

[MJ5150]

I had these continual dreams when I was in high school that Guns n Roses were playing gigs in my backyard. We had this upper and lower level in our yard, so they played up on the upper part. Axl and Slash lived at our house between the gigs. Off stage, they were 180 degrees different than on stage. I remember them chastising me for not going to church, cussing, drinking, and so on. Here I expected to be hanging with these cool rock stars drinking it up and hanging out with hot chicks.

-Mike

[RandomBass90]

When i was little i would have a reccuring nightmare about me falling down this dark, rocky, winding tunnel, like one of those tube slides at a water park. I would eventually start to see a orange light in the end of the tunnel, and id pop out into a huge stone dome volcano. Id freefall for what seemed like hours toward the cauldron of lava below, and would always wake up right as i hit it. It never made me cry or anything, but id always wake up feeling really empty and freaked out.

Slightly unrelated, but can anyone here lucid dream?

[Hoover]

Originally Posted by Relic

Anyone else here have one that really left an imprint on you?

"One"?

"One"?!?!?!?

Dear lord, I daresay that 90% of the dreams I have leave a lasting imprint on me. It's the reason I look forward to bedtime! Shakespeare was right: "To sleep, perchance to dream!" Vivid, complex, provocative, engaging, mesmerizing non-linear narratives from the ass-end of my subconcious, way more profound than most of the stuff I see when awake.

I can't even name just one, but there are several I remember in particular because they left a vividly tactile memory, including:

- being able to fly like Superman, albeit only 4' or 5' off the ground
- sliding down a seemingly endless waterslide, face down, naked, covered in Vaseline
- being shot in the chest at close range from a vintage Revolutionary War-era musket in my grandmother's yard

Those dreams all happened over 40 years ago (the being shot one occurred when I was 4 or 5) and yet I can to this day still viscerally recall exactly what it felt like in every inch of my body. I don't just remember those dreams, I practically re-experience them in my sense of touch whenever I recall them.

[EBodious]

wow, relic, that is intense. sounds like a serious "letting go."

so the black widow thread reminded me of dream/incident i had about 8-9 yrs ago when i lived in yolo county, ca (supposedly the black widow capital of the world. and, yes, we had them everywhere).

i was in my son's bedroom (he was 5 at the time) and he was asleep in bed. there was a black widow sitting on his chest facing his neck. i felt i had just one moment to act. but, i was in indecision. if i let it go, it mite just crawl away. if i swatted at it either i would kill it or i mite fail, agitate it, and it would bite my son. i felt dread come over me cause i didn't know what to do. and just then i woke up, relieved it was just a dream.

it was time to get my son up for school, so i got out of bed and went to wake him up. i sat down on his bed and brushed my hand over his covers as i went to rub his shoulder and wake him. i felt something squish. i looked down and, yes indeed, i had just crushed a black widow. decision made.

no lie.

Originally Posted by Hoover

- sliding down a seemingly endless waterslide, face down, naked, covered in Vaseline

yeah, i don't think it will take freud to take on this one.

[tZer]

I dream so vividly and regularly that going to sleep for me is like 'life, part 2' every night.

One dream in particular, however, really caused me to think there's more to dreaming than just the brain showing you a view of life sans physics or temporal constraints.

I've got a very close friend who I've known since age 10. He was the best man in my wedding and is as close to a brother as a non-relative can be to me.

As adults he's been saddled with some pretty hard things like addiction, OCD, and such - and because our lives diverged, we lost touch. I knew he moved to Texas and I would get the occasional phone call or email - but that's it.

[ Start Dream ]

I dreamed I was in Texas with him showing me around his new world. At one point we were running, me following him, as he proceeded to run up the stairs of a bridge about 60 feet high. When he got to the top flight of stairs he jumped up on the railing and starting 'skiing' down - like a skater 'grinding' down the rail...

No sooner than I started to say, "Dude! Don't do that! You're gonna..." - he fell. At least 50 feet to the concrete below. I was horrified and went running down there to find him still alive but in real bad shape.

[ /End Dream ]

OK - freaky dream. I didn't think much of it since most of my dreams are easily that vivid and I can also easily connect them to things in my real life that might have caused me to dream them. But there's a twist here...

He moved back - he went broke in TX and moved back home with his folks to get back on his feet. He didn't contact me until he'd already been back for about three months and we hooked up for lunch to catch up.

He tells me that he'd moved back about three months ago and didn't contact anyone because he was really depressed. So much so that one night shortly after he was back we went to a bridge and climbed the stairs with the intention of jumping. He said the only reason he changed his mind was because he was afraid it wouldn't kill him and he'd end up lying on the ground seriously messed up...

Chills - man... chills... After he told me that, I told him about my dream and how it in fact didn't kill him...

He's still with us today. Taking things one day at a time.

[vbasscustom]

holy crap... thats intense.