Something like that

This night was second time when I saw something connected to water and something like this.

Two weeks before in my dream I was standing near some really big lake with a lot of people. I had a little green box in my hands. I needed to carry this box to the other side of the lake, but, as I have said, the lake was really REALLY big. Well, that means that I had no chance to do what I needed to do. I had no idea on how to carry the box, I couldn't see any way to go round the lake... Then in couple of seconds I understood that there was no more water in the lake, the water just dissapeared. So I walked. Finally I carryed the box. I was really surprised to see there all the people I'd been talking to while standing on the other side of the lake - don't even know how they got to this side... And, you guess, what I saw then? The lake was full of water again!
And that's not the end... I was talking to a man to whom I gave this green box. We've been shaking hands. And then someone called me. I understood this was one of my friends. So I left this man alone, I thought, for a couple of minutes... I took my guinea pig from my friend's hands and told him I'll try to get to some place all my friend were going to as early as possible. I turned back... I saw nothing. No lake, no man, no box. Just black walls. And nothing more...

This night... I've been walking through some hills. Dirty grass, brown ground. And me in skirt Then I saw a river, a really big river. Again I needed to get myself to the other side. I saw a woman walking through the river. But I had no chance to do the same. But my shoes was not fit enough for such a walk. So I tried to fing some way to go round. I turned back, where there was somethin like this river but it was not this way big so I has walked through it. I turned back, right... And saw a BIG RIVER insted of a small one I saw before...

I had a dream of being at a PotF meeting. Can't remember much else but Sascha had gotten really fat.

As in kilos/cup size/double chin(s)?

You'd be suprised how many people underestimate their cup size. I'd say you're around a 32G

Had a strange one that woke me up. My mom had a huge bunch of balloons. I asked for one, but she didn't answer me. She then tied them to an even bigger bunch of balloons, and then let them all go. For some reason, it made me so sad to see them floating away that I woke up crying. As to why, I haven't the foggiest, except I think it has to do with saying goodbye to something or someone.

Or maybe you're somehow feeling that you're left on the ground, stuck, while others seem to be able to "fly"?

your mum being there and the baloons make the dream sound very regressed. maybe something happened when you were a child that made you feel your mum was spiting you? or it couldve been something irrelevant, like someone literally letting go of balloons that you wanted and you suddenly remembered halfway through your dream.

No, I don't think so. I have a fairly good memory, though not photographic. I don't remember anything to do with that many balloons. I mean, there had to be at least a few hundred of them. I really believe it had something to do with letting go, or saying goodbye. Saying goodbye to my childhood, perhaps? I don't know.

Don't ever let go of the kid within, be weird forever!

I had a weird dream last night. And since it's kinda strange and potf-related, I decided to share it with you.

The place seemed like some kind of rock festival and I was standing in front of the stage. I tried to find a good spot to watch the gig but I didnät find any though I was almost in a front row all the time. Then potf started their gig...
And I don't remember it. Next thing I remember the gig was over, crowd started to leave and some fans stayed there. Marko was still on stage and said that we should move away from the stage because there is a bomb and then he came to talk and gave autographs and I had RR cd with me so I thought to ask an autograph too and gave it to Marko. After signing it he gave it to some other girl (who gave it back to me). Then all the other fans and Marko disappeared and the place changed, it looked like some supermart place, but the stage was still there and there was empty place where the audience was. Then the workers started to bring shelves back and all.

It was a funny dream (mostly)

ad a dream that a person i really cared about felt the same way, and apologised for ever having made me think that he felt differently. I was very pissed when i had to wake up.

thats like torture, i truly feel sorry for ya ree

Haha... is it a coincidence that I dreamt last night this guy I'm into confessed his love for me only to wake up and find he hadn't?

maybe not... dun, dun, DUN

Maybe tonight we'll both dream about having a joint wedding.....

Heya! I keep having this recurrent moment in my dreams when I can't open my eyes because of the light, but the dream goes on. Do you have any idea what it may mean? (maybe it means potf are coming to my country he he)

I had a weird one just now:
It started as a FPS game like Operation Flashpoint or Armed Assault, with me having to hit a beach all D-Day style (you could cross the beach with 20 steps), getting past a few tanks and - adventure style - meeting someone in a city.
Right before I got to that guy, it changed to some kind of strategy game, with little red guys attacking a city of little blue guys. The city looked a bit mayan, incan or something like that and the fighting was only going on at two towers near the city gates, blue archers on the towers and red archers on the ground shooting arrows at each other. We kinda flew over this scene, to the 'back exit' of the city. (Don't ask who 'we' were. At this point I just knew that I wasn't alone.) That was about when it got 'real'. There was a girl, a prisoner or slave, sitting on a bench on the city walls with two or three guards, waiting for us. For some reason, we had to get her away from there, so I led her out the back gate into a canyon, her guards and my companions wlking somewhere around us.
The canyon had 2 exits: One up ahead, down the canyon, but there was an evil witch or something, the very person we wanted to get the girl away from. The other one was a tunnel to the left, but near or in it, there was a henchman of sid witch. However, there was a small hut or shelter to the right, so since we were out of directions to go, we went there. The back wall of the hut was the rock face.
Inside was another guy who would lead us out of our situation through the tunnel that was in the 'back wall' of his hut. (Why does it sound like a cheap movie from here on in?)
Of course, he was a traitor and when the tunnel widened to a cave (Literally. We were in the tunnel and the next second, that part of the tunnel was a cave), the witch came. Here I found out why we had to get the girl away: The witch needed 3 or 4 liters of blood from one human for some kind of brew or some ritual and the girl was the one who was supposed to 'donate' the blood.
During the following part, I always made sure to stand right in front of the girl, both of us facing the witch. She walked around, explaining what she wanted, and we (must have been TheArtist and me) talked to her, trying to confuse her so far that she would forget about that plan. It worked for a while, but when even I wondered what the hell I just said, she was like "Whatever." and demanded her victim. I kinda had 3 possibilities now: Try to talk her out of it, let her take the girl (I barely knew her, so why not?) or take the girl's place in her plan. I wasn't really scared of dying at that point, I just didn't want to. However, talking her out of it hadn't worked and my pride forbid me to let her kill that girl, so I was down to only one way to solve it.
I sighed and stepped forward, nodding to her that she should rather take the blood from me. (Strange, in my dreams people don't talk much, it's like they use telepathy) Her henchman, god knows where he suddenly appeared from, handed her the tool to 'cut' my throat: one of those big forks with only two teeth. (Dunno what exactly they're called, looks like this) Even the tips of the teeth were dull and at least one of them was bent. It got ridiculous after that. I bit back on my suggestion that she should get something with a sharp edge and the witch really tried to cut my throat with that thing. Of course it didn't work and at some point I was lying on the floor on my back. The witch had taken off her fur coat by that time and was dressed in a tight black shirt and dark pants. I gotta say that she had a nice body ^^ She said something like she might as well completely undress and I laughed (maybe I was on the floor 'cause I had been ROFL'ing) and said in a macho tone "Yeah, baby, go ahead, I'd really like that." She laughed as well and left, presumably to get a sharper tool. I got up and took some parts of my leather jacket off 'cause they were restricting my movement. My sister asked me somthing about that then and suddenly, I was half-awake.

I often dream weird stuff like this if I sleep in again after I woke up once in the morning... which is the only time I seem to dream at all.

That happens to me too, that you dream weirdly because something woke you in the morning, and when you go back to sleep again... that's when all the weird stuff happens.

I have no idea what that dream's supposed to mean, but maybe it's something about you having to make a little sacrifice for someone you know? Or maybe that you already have done that, but it's gone unnoticed, and somehow you're feeling subconsciously upset about it?

Other than that, most of the elements of this dream simply sounds as if your brain has taken a bunch of action clichés from movies and games and tied them together in a single, weirded out dream, which is far from a satisfying answer, but nonetheless often is just that, and nothing more.

Last night I dreamt my ex boyfriend was performing in a talent show along with loads of other artists. They all seemed to be local and well, to be honest, quite untalented, except for POTF, who also were there performing (but I have no idea if they were actually competing or if they were like, the pause entertainment ). The strange thing isn't all that, what's strange is that nothing seemed to actually revolve around the performances, but rather around all the artists' shoes.

So even if something was going on up on the stage, I was all backstage, checking through closets and closets of different types of shoes, and talking to all the artists, asking them to show their shoes to my camera, which I was suddenly walking around with, filming the whole thing. To begin with they all had different shoes but somehow, they all ended up having differently coloured identical pairs of Converse, including myself (although mine were the fake Converse I always wear in real life).

After recording the fact that Ollie was wearing one blue and one white Converse shoe, and that Captain mysteriously enough didn't seem to wear any shoes at all but still happily posed to the camera, the winners or finalists or whatever were acknowledged on the stage, but the dude who was reading from the envelopes never read it aloud. He just opened them up and mimed it, and then that artist came out from backstage while the audience cheered... also silently.

I was reminded of this, since you Marv wrote that people use telepathy or something in your dreams.

What you make of all this shoe-obsession-thingy? I can add that in normal life I don't really take the slightest interest in fashion or shoes or anything like that, I just dress the way I like to.

hahahaha, sounds like my dreams. never actual words but i always know what people mean... telepathy is the best word for it.

So.... no suggestion on the shoes?

I'm not good with dreams but maybe..... maybe you have a secret foot fetish.. (just kidding)

Haha! That's probably it

I would say... everything

Lately I've been dreaming a lot about old friends or so. I mean people that I haven't met in years. Kinda odd. Mäh.

Be honest, you want me.

That would probably explain why she dreamt you were fat...

LOL :*

And to not go totally off topic (so that Sascha doesn't kill me), last night I dreamt that I was in Germany and some guys were accusing me of killing someone. They had a pic and I really looked like that woman but they said that the killer spoke fluent German, which of course well... isn't quite what you can say of me

I have had 2 strange dreams within the past 3 weeks. I only dream when I take sleeping pills. With these 2 dreams, I was on no medication.

One, I was levitating and the only reason I woke up from the dream was because I felt my head jerk backwards. When i woke up that morning, I had a sore neck. Strange!

Second, I was talking to someone on who lived far from me (dont remember who) and for some reason they had a device to transport. Instead of them transporting to me, I was being pulled threw it. I could not breath thru the whole process and I had to wake myself up just to breathe. I remember how the air around me looked as I was going from one place to another.

I never really researched the meanings of these dreams, and PLEASE no alien abduction comments! I have already thought about that. Maybe its true, I really a witch since I do follow the old path. (ok, bitch perhaps)

However, within those 3 weeks I did have a funny dream. My friends evil cat was hidding in the toliet and every time someone came by she stuck her head out and was trying to snap at them. When no one was around, she would have her head below water blowing bubbles.

ok enough of my strange a$$ dreams.

It's not my dream actually, but a person I know... we talked over some stupid stuff and today he wrote me: "I'm afraid I'll have to stop writing with you, last night I dreamed that i was at a PotF gig and Marko accidentally(?) broke my nose with his microphone. To comfort me, they threw me a pick and some merchandise " and he's not even listening to PotF...

Hmmm.. I wonder what kind of dreams he'll have if/when he starts listening to them. Scientific research, anyone?