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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Breakstone" data-source="post: 2065628" data-attributes="member: 481">Holy Moly those Mushroom Cloud dreams are quite freaky.On the dreams in which you fall in love- yeah, I have those. I used to have a dream last year in my senior year of high school that I was in love with a female friend of mine. In the dreams, we'd snuggle, or hold hands, or she'd rescue me while hanging onto the ladder of a helicopter. I'd wake up and think "Wow, am I in love?"And then I'd go to school, and realize that this female friend of mine was kind of a jerk, and not all that friendly, and it was only the dream-version of her that I loved.Le sigh... such is life...EDIT: Another strange set of recurring dreams (although not as strange as the mushroom cloud one):Before I started shaving (back in 10th grade), I had about 10 or 15 dreams in which I would simply look in the bathroom mirror at my beard. Now in real life I barely had any facial hair at all, but in each dream the beard would be different. One time it was upside down.So finally I got up the nerve to shave (I had cut myself with a razor by accident when I was young, so I had to get over that fear), and since that first time shaving I've never had another "looking in the bathroom mirror at my beard" dream.And then I remember one of my earliest dreams, in which my crib (this was when I still slept in a crib) took flight and was floating towards the open, glowing door...I also remember a dream from around kindergarten in which I stayed up all night bouncing around on my bed. When I woke up in the morning, I thought that I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. However, I didn't want to get in trouble with my mom for playing all night instead of sleeping, so I made up a story of my invisible friend (Mr. Nobody) and I playing at a park.Also, one of my earliest nightmares was when I was around kindergarten-aged, and I was looking up at the wall over my bed when a huge, hairy red monster broke through. It was storming behind him, and as the rain and wind lashed against his shoulders, he reached in towards me with his lanky, clawed hand, and- the dream stopped their.But back to "falling in love" dreams, I've had quite a few. There was the one time that I was a prince on a Zepplin Mansion, and I had to pick my bride. Fortunately, I chose right, and we fell in love.Then there was the time that Natalie Portman was a rock star, and my girlfiend. That was a good dream.Of course, there was also the time that I was a one-legged kid living in my garage. This was early highschool (although I was even younger in the dream), and my brother owned the house instead of my parents. It was a party twenty-four/seven in the house, so I took refuge by talking on the internet in the garage. One of the ladies I talked to said she was leaving her abusive husband and coming to live with me. I tried to talk her out of it, telling her that I was very young, but she still planned on coming over....she has yet to arrive. I wonder if she ever will.But yes, those are the types of dreams that I absolutely LOVE... when I'm dreaming, and feel sorrowful for when I'm awake....yup.</blockquote>

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