I’ve had vivid dreams for as long as I can remember dreaming. Most of the time, they’re harmless. In fact, a lot of my dreams are downright boring despite being surreal.
When I’m stressed, I tend to have nightmares more frequently—though usually not more than a handful of times a month. And I only have the kind where I wake and can’t get back to sleep a couple of times a month.
As far as bad dreams go, I don’t like to talk about the ones that involve my kids. I seem to either have those (infrequently) or more common scary dreams involving sharks/alligators/intruders. I’ve had weird “when animals attack” type dreams since I was a little kid.
(To this day, I’m haunted by a dream I had as a young child about my brother falling out of my Grandpa’s boat and sinking into the water. I’ve had many nightmares involving children/babies and bodies of water and I have a pretty solid phobia about kids near water as a result.)
One dream that stuck with me for years involved huge-ass dinosaurs arriving on the horizon over the mangroves behind my mom’s house. Another featured sharks that could swim through the asphalt on the interstate.
(Is it just me or is it super boring to listen to drawn out dream explanations? I always feel bad when George is telling me about a dream because I tend to absolutely zone out like six seconds into the story.)
I don’t have sex dreams super often, but when they do I always seem to wake up before the climactic uh, portion of the dream. On top of that, a lot of my sex dreams are with bizarre partners. Usually women I’m not actually attracted to. When I dream about men I actually go crazy at some point during the dream like OH MY GAWD I AM CHEATING ON MY HUSBAND and I screw up the dream. Sorry, McWangSteamy. Sometimes I have super hot sex dreams about my husband. So… go him?
(I wish I had more sex dreams. It’d be awesome.)
Do you dream?
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I almost never remember my dreams, but whenever I do, they're always disjointed fragments of weirdness from the corners of my mind… and I don't have nearly as many se dreams as I would like. And often they're with people I don't like either. Ack.
I am completely incapable of listening to someone talk about their dreams. I try, but I never get more than a few seconds in before I my mind wanders to something completely different. Yet, my husband still tries to tell me about his dreams.