Why can't I remember my GOOD dreams?
 

I rarely ever remember my dreams, but I remember last night's dream quite vividly: I dreamt that all the guys from the show "OZ" came to rape me.

while visions of sugar plums danced in his head >:

Last night, I dreamed of the SNL that Conan O'Brien hosted....

Particularly the "Moleculo" skit

It was funny but really random and messed up.

Your lucky. Remembering good dreams is horrible.

Last night I had one where my old would-be girlfriend and I were swimming together in her pool. It was fun.:)

Then I had to wake up and remember I never got to date her because I had to move. And that I may never see her again. And she was very pretty. :(

On a more important note: Were your fellow prisoners succesful in their "efforts"?

I rarely remember my dreams as well...

the last one I recall is my boss laying in bed naked while I'm sitting at the foot of the bed feeling like I was just molested... no recollection of what had just occurred, but feeling violated nevertheless... the giddy look on his face... :puke

Sometimes metaphors are too blunt for their own good.

Oddly enough, I remembered a lot of what I dreamt a couple days ago. Freddy krueger (yes, creepy as hell when you actually dream him) kept trying to kill me and a bunch of other people and I was sick of running so I kept saying shit like "ok, just get it over with" and left myself open for some slicing, but he said he didn't want it to be that easy so I got him in a headlock and started playing his head like a bongo.

I don't have enough good dreams :/

I once had a dream that I was able to perform autofellatio. It seemed so easy at the time. I woke up and tried it again with no luck. >:

Re: Why can't I remember my GOOD dreams?
 

You mean, all the ones that are still alive? Or just like, ALL of them? What about Augustus? I can't imagine him being a good rapist.

That's sounds scary when you dreamed and one of your dreams actually came true in real life. That's totally mindfuck.

i was at aconcert, and te stadium started filling up with water. so we swama round.

it was neato :)

I had a wonderful one where a zombie butcher was chasing me around in a boatyard with a bonesaw and chainsaw, while squealing like a banshee. I leapt onto a boat, and it jumped up and chopped off one of my god damn arms. When i woke up, my arm was asleep. :/

Mockery,

Perhaps it was some sort of weird, free association caused by the "Wizard of Oz" toys. The Dorothy-midget-bondage is enough to warp ones mind into such a strange dream

I almost NEVER remember any of my dreams. My dreams are so fucking weird that even when they're good dreams (when I can remember them for the first two minutes after I wake up) they still scare the shit out of me.

Really, really good dreams suck though. It's depressing as hell to go through the day with the knowledge that nothing will be as good as what just happened in a dream. :(

My um, "erotic" dreams never work out right. When they get to the good part, something happens that ruins it. This leads me to believe my subconscious hates me.

My bad dreams are usually not so scary at all in retrospect, but they're better than good dreams, yeah. When I was very young, I dreamt I had this beautiful girlfriend and we went to an awesome amusement park with all my friends. I spent most of the day after that crying and my parents couldn't figure out why. SHUT UP STOP LAUGHING DON'T YOU POINT AT ME CHARLES DAMMIT >:

I have the scariest nightmares ever, once I dreamt I was talking to somone on aim. Which isn't scary at all, but I woke up because I heard what I thought to be the AIM Door-Shut, which was pretty loud. I looked around and my computer was off, so I tried to go back to sleep. And I heard the AIM Door-Shut AGAIN and it creeped me the fuck out :(

The last "erotic" dream I had was I dreamed I was a woman in one of those Japanese houses with the paper walls, and I was grabbing myself.

I have too many erotic daydreams, so my subconscious doesn't even bother anymore.

We need a 'thanks for sharing' emoticon.

I've never had a daydream

:lol

There's also good dreams which don't suck, though. The ones that suck are the ones that put you in situations you wish you were in, only to find out it was a dream when you wake up. When I dream about stuff where I'm in a movie, capable of flying or doing crazy stunts, I tend to wake up very relaxed and cheerful.

man i never have any vivid dreams =( i dream that im playing starcraft or having aim conversations

my dreams are lame

By daydream, I meant perverted imagination of being fellated by the cast of Lizzie McGuire. HOW'S THAT FOR TOO MUCH INFORMATION?

is that the lawyer one

The only dream I've had like the ones being discussed, is one time I was married to heather graham and I cheated on her with some whore and when she left me I was incredibly sad :(

Then I woke up and felt very odd for actually being very, very sad in the dream.

I like dreams with super powers though. Usually they just stop working once I figure out I've got the powers :/

I once dreamed I had a wooden, rickety tricycle that could fly :(

It was so much fun :(

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I had that same dream... I was able to give myself head. I didn't know how to feel about it after I woke up. Should I have been upset 'cause I can't, or wiereded out at the fact that I would suck my own dick? That's one of those questions that messes with the pysche. Like having sex with a hermaphrodite. My friend pointed me out to video on the net of a woman, complete with boobs and vagina, that also had a pecker. She was screwing another chick. How am I supposed to feel? It doesn't bother me to watch a guy screw a girl in porno's, so why should it bother me to watch a girl with a dick screwing another girl? All I know is that it made me feel uneasy. It felt like I was watching gay porn.

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Okay. I've had a ton of fucked up dreams. That previous one I mentioned is just the tip of the iceburg.
I had the following dream way before I even started dating the girl that would end up being my wife: In the dream I was walking out of my parents house to the garage. I looked down to see that I was Ashley (now my wife) and that I was wearing a bikini. I somehow knew that it was only temporary. Realizing this, I got excited. I was going to run inside and play with my genitals. You know, because I've never been a woman before and I wanted to experience the mystery that is a female orgasm. It was a bizzare excitement to have boobs, too. But right as I was walking through the screen door (probably on my way to the fridge for a cucumber) I woke up. And I'll admit that I was pissed. I had my own nana and hoohoo's to play with and I didn't get the chance.

I also have dreams where I can fly. I have to get a running start, but if I concentrate hard enough I start to float up in the air. In one of my dreams I was flying over my neighbors house. Looking down from above, I saw a dead bird in the rain gutter. Don't ask why I remember seeing that, I just did. The dream ended. Then the next day my elderly neighbors called me over to help them with some yard work. I'd mow their lawn and do other menial taskings often for them. A neighbor kid was playing with his kickball and accidentally kicked it on their roof. When I went up there to retrive the ball I saw a dead bird in the gutter.

FEAR!