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Had to share this. My friends and family are still getting quite a kick out of it.

Between the first visit with the neurologist and the PSG/MSLT that eventually led me here, I had a dream. At the time, we didn't know what was going on. I'd only just barely come to accept the fact that I was falling asleep at work, since I never noticed it. And it's a long drive home, during which I always have the radio on, though I don't often pay a lot of attention to it. You know all those radio commercials about supplements that are supposed to help with enlarged prostates? Yeah.

So, one day, I have a dream. I'm sitting in a doctor's office, and the doctor walks in and brings another doctor in with him. They both sit down and look at me very gravely, look down at some paperwork, whisper back and forth, then look back at me. The one who's supposed to be my doctor clears his throat and says, "Kendra, we've found the problem. We know what's making you fall asleep all the time." He pauses, takes a deep breath, then solemnly announces, "You have an enlarged prostate."

I sit there for a second, kind of stunned, then pull the collar of my shirt forward, look down inside my shirt at my breasts, look up at the doctors, look back down at my breasts, look back up at the doctors and answer, "Um ... how does that work?"

They both look kind of stunned, look at each other, look back at me, but no one's answering, so I ask, "You do realize I'm a girl, right? I don't think I even have a prostate!"

They both nod, knowingly, and the second doctor says, "We realize that. We're just as surprised and confused as you are, and that's part of the problem. We'll have to figure all of that out before we can treat you."

I answered, "So, what? Did I accidentally order a prostate instead of a pizza? I mean, it isn't like you can buy them on eBay!"

The two of them look at each other, then back at me, but don't say anything.

Surprised, I ask, "I mean, you can't, can you?"

The answer, of course, is no. And you can't get them on any other website, either! But, somehow, I managed to get one and now it's enlarged. The entire rest of the dream was a discussion of how we'd figure out how I'd gotten a prostate ("I mean, they don't just spontaneously grow! Did I catch one from a public toilet seat?"), what was causing it to be enlarged, and finally how to treat it.

Never once, in the entire dream, did any of the three of us say the first thing I thought of when I woke up: "Maybe you should check your test results and make sure you've got the right person."

And as for friends and family, every now and then one of them will ask, "How's your prostate? Is the medicine helping?" I can't help but laugh, every time I hear it.

That's a good one.

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Had to share this. My friends and family are still getting quite a kick out of it.

Between the first visit with the neurologist and the PSG/MSLT that eventually led me here, I had a dream. At the time, we didn't know what was going on. I'd only just barely come to accept the fact that I was falling asleep at work, since I never noticed it. And it's a long drive home, during which I always have the radio on, though I don't often pay a lot of attention to it. You know all those radio commercials about supplements that are supposed to help with enlarged prostates? Yeah.

So, one day, I have a dream. I'm sitting in a doctor's office, and the doctor walks in and brings another doctor in with him. They both sit down and look at me very gravely, look down at some paperwork, whisper back and forth, then look back at me. The one who's supposed to be my doctor clears his throat and says, "Kendra, we've found the problem. We know what's making you fall asleep all the time." He pauses, takes a deep breath, then solemnly announces, "You have an enlarged prostate."

I sit there for a second, kind of stunned, then pull the collar of my shirt forward, look down inside my shirt at my breasts, look up at the doctors, look back down at my breasts, look back up at the doctors and answer, "Um ... how does that work?"

They both look kind of stunned, look at each other, look back at me, but no one's answering, so I ask, "You do realize I'm a girl, right? I don't think I even have a prostate!"

They both nod, knowingly, and the second doctor says, "We realize that. We're just as surprised and confused as you are, and that's part of the problem. We'll have to figure all of that out before we can treat you."

I answered, "So, what? Did I accidentally order a prostate instead of a pizza? I mean, it isn't like you can buy them on eBay!"

The two of them look at each other, then back at me, but don't say anything.

Surprised, I ask, "I mean, you can't, can you?"

The answer, of course, is no. And you can't get them on any other website, either! But, somehow, I managed to get one and now it's enlarged. The entire rest of the dream was a discussion of how we'd figure out how I'd gotten a prostate ("I mean, they don't just spontaneously grow! Did I catch one from a public toilet seat?"), what was causing it to be enlarged, and finally how to treat it.

Never once, in the entire dream, did any of the three of us say the first thing I thought of when I woke up: "Maybe you should check your test results and make sure you've got the right person."

And as for friends and family, every now and then one of them will ask, "How's your prostate? Is the medicine helping?" I can't help but laugh, every time I hear it.

Just loled at work! Like!

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Just loled at work! Like!

So happy I could bring a laugh into your day!

I have to admit, I love my dreams. They aren't always as funny as that one and sometimes they're just confused jumbles, but as I've said in another post, I've always considered them to be mini-movies that are better than anything Hollywood could ever conceive of. There was one recurring dream I had when I was a kid that I had so often I gave it a title ("99 Wolves and One Magic Dime"). I still remember that dream, though I haven't had it again in nearly 30 years. There've been a few that I've written down in various notebooks or journals throughout the years, and every now and then I'll come across one of them, read it, and just laugh or shake my head and think, "WTF, girl? WTF?"

And then there are the ones that are weirdly prophetic. And by that, I mean prophetic in very strange ways.

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weird dreams?  try this on for size-

 

had a dream where i was viewing from space a maggot in orbit, simple animated one w/singing mouth as the 1 facial feature.  it had a cowboy hat on.  it was rocking in time to a clip-clop cowboy tune singing of how great life is munching out on decaying corpses of mammals like mine, eventually. 

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My mother and I were evacuating--I don't know why. We were walking through the woods, quietly as we could, with her on point. Following her, in single file, were our five small dogs, my three housecats, and both chickens, none of them making a sound. The big dog ranged between me, as rearguard, and Mom. The outside cat was walking beside me, occasionally wandering off the path and into the woods, then coming back. And as we went, I had to fight something off several times. I never saw what it was, and I had no weapons other than my hands, feet and teeth (and, yes, I used all three), but I always managed to fight whatever it was off.

 

My entire dream was fighting a rearguard action, and I have no idea why. I hadn't watched any movies/played any games/read any books that involved military action. And of course, since I have RBD, I acted the stupid thing out. I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all, with the housecats all sitting on various pieces of furniture around the room and glaring at me. Usually, when I have a dream I act out, they end up on the far corner of the bed, but this time they weren't even on the bed, so I guess I was fighting really hard at some point.

 

And I couldn't help laughing when I woke up, either, tired as I was. Really? Fighting a rearguard action? And the animals? I mean, the big dog and the outside cat were acting pretty normal in the dream, but two of the small dogs don't get along with each other; none of the small dogs get along with any of the housecats (the big dog just ignores them); one of the small dogs can't be trusted to walk into the pen in the backyard--he has to be carried, or he'll take off; the chickens try to take off every time we open the coop--and they sure aren't quiet about it, they don't even sleep quietly! And somehow they were all walking along, quietly, in a single-file line?

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My mother and I were evacuating--I don't know why. We were walking through the woods, quietly as we could, with her on point. Following her, in single file, were our five small dogs, my three housecats, and both chickens, none of them making a sound. The big dog ranged between me, as rearguard, and Mom. The outside cat was walking beside me, occasionally wandering off the path and into the woods, then coming back. And as we went, I had to fight something off several times. I never saw what it was, and I had no weapons other than my hands, feet and teeth (and, yes, I used all three), but I always managed to fight whatever it was off.

 

My entire dream was fighting a rearguard action, and I have no idea why. I hadn't watched any movies/played any games/read any books that involved military action. And of course, since I have RBD, I acted the stupid thing out. I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all, with the housecats all sitting on various pieces of furniture around the room and glaring at me. Usually, when I have a dream I act out, they end up on the far corner of the bed, but this time they weren't even on the bed, so I guess I was fighting really hard at some point.

 

And I couldn't help laughing when I woke up, either, tired as I was. Really? Fighting a rearguard action? And the animals? I mean, the big dog and the outside cat were acting pretty normal in the dream, but two of the small dogs don't get along with each other; none of the small dogs get along with any of the housecats (the big dog just ignores them); one of the small dogs can't be trusted to walk into the pen in the backyard--he has to be carried, or he'll take off; the chickens try to take off every time we open the coop--and they sure aren't quiet about it, they don't even sleep quietly! And somehow they were all walking along, quietly, in a single-file line?

I loled!

 

We have such funny odd dreams!

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Not particularly weird, just one of those WTF dream things ...

 

The other day, I dreamt that I was in a grocery store that was apparently the size of a shopping mall, since I never found any walls/windows/doors, whatever. I was looking, specifically, for chocolate chip cookies. And they were either woefully understocked, or rearranging stock on the shelves, because most of the shelves were empty. I'd walk down an aisle and find, say, a few types of crackers. Another aisle had a few types of potato chips. One aisle had 3 different kinds of cold cereal, widely separated. I even found a couple of aisle that had cookies, but the first one only had Nilla Wafers, and the other only had oatmeal raisin cookies, and I was specifically looking for chocolate chip cookies, so I just kept wandering, until my alarm went off.

 

I think the weirdest thing, once I woke up, was walking down these aisles of mostly empty shelves and coming across one small section where a few things would be fully stocked--like the cracker aisle, which had Wheat Thins, Triscuits and Club crackers, all three fully stocked next to each other, but nothing else on the entire length of the aisle, or the cereal that had three different kinds of cereal on the aisle, all three fully stocked, but widely separated from each other.

 

Well, there's that and the whole idea of me being in the grocery store to begin with. That's one of the things I let Mom take care of.

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I do hope no one actually relies on the so called dream dictionaries.  The only reason they exist is they make money...they sell.  Almost everyone is curious about what their dreams mean.  There are books, however, that help you through the process of determining what your dreams mean to you.  Everyone is different, thus what something may mean to one person will absolutely not mean to everyone else.  So, throw away the Dream Dick!  It is dangerous.  Remember that everything you have seen in a day including all surroundings other than what you were focused on is recorded in your brain.  When you sleep, your brain acts like a computer filing system.  It has to file everything you viewed that day even though it may have been in the background and you don't remember seeing it.  That's where all the confusion comes in.  Makes for lots of interesting dreaming, doesn't it?

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I do hope no one actually relies on the so called dream dictionaries.  The only reason they exist is they make money...they sell.  Almost everyone is curious about what their dreams mean.  There are books, however, that help you through the process of determining what your dreams mean to you.  Everyone is different, thus what something may mean to one person will absolutely not mean to everyone else.  So, throw away the Dream Dick!  It is dangerous.  Remember that everything you have seen in a day including all surroundings other than what you were focused on is recorded in your brain.  When you sleep, your brain acts like a computer filing system.  It has to file everything you viewed that day even though it may have been in the background and you don't remember seeing it.  That's where all the confusion comes in.  Makes for lots of interesting dreaming, doesn't it?

I think certain people at certain tiems in their life can have dreams of psychological significance. But yea boiling it down to an equation of this symbol=this emotion is stupid. I like to shave with Occam's Razor, but that takes a little too much off the top. Plus, many vivid dreamers like us have such nonsensical dreams, that trying to analyze them is like trying to understand a TS Eliot poem.

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I do hope no one actually relies on the so called dream dictionaries.

 

Actually, I do rely on them ... for a laugh! My friends all know I have crazy-weird dreams, and I've gotten a couple of those books as gag gifts. We always had a great time sitting around and either 1) looking up random things or 2) picking apart someone's dream and finding all the symbols we could in the book, then trying to put it together. I believe one of my dreams came up with the following meanings:

  • I was happy.
  • I was sad.
  • I was relaxed.
  • I was stressed out.
  • I was having trouble at work.
  • I was worried about my job.
  • I thought I was about to get promoted.
  • I was about to make some major change that had me stressed out.
  • I had just made a major change and was relieved that it went well.
  • I was worried about my health.
  • I was angry.
  • I was worried.
  • I was content.
  • I was joyous.
  • ...

... There was more, but I don't remember it all. And remember, these were all from one dream. My own interpretation: Those "dream symbol definition" books are great for a laugh!

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Not a whole dream, just an amusing little fragment.

 

Today was an "active dreaming" day. Don't remember most of the dream, but woke up all tied up in the covers, so I know I was moving around a lot. Here's the little bit I do remember:

 

When my alarm first started going off, it got incorporated into the dream--as a smoke alarm. I was standing on a sidewalk talking to someone when we heard the "smoke alarm" going off. The person I was talking to looked behind me, over my shoulder, then looked back at me and asked, "Kendra, why did you set the police substation on fire?"

 

And then I woke up. And talk about frustrating! I'd really like to know the answer to that question, myself! Also would love to know how I did it while I was standing there on the sidewalk, chatting with someone, 'cause if I could figure that out it'd make lighting campfires a whole lot easier! ;)

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I REM'd like a boss all last night with plenty of disturbances. Every time I'd slightly wake up, I'd go back to sleep and continue the same dream. In this dream, I delivered some premature babies for some Mexican couple in a church, then the Smoking Man from the X-Files started the zombie apocalypse with some sort of killer plant that killed people and turned them into zombies after death. It's weird because this whole sequence of events was contiguous, yet I had so many arousals and I had the distinct impression that I was laying in my bed the entire time.

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I remember when I was a kid - I couldn't have been more than two or three years old, I remember dreaming that I'd been badly burned by hot water, and was carried out to an ambulance, and they put my leg in a see-through plastic cast.  Always kinda haunted me.  I thought the plastic cast was the weirdest thing, until I found out in my teens that they actually have something like that for severe liquid burns.

 

Had another really odd dream about 10 years ago about being caught in a nuclear blast.  I remember the bright light, and then having to brush off a lot of powder from my body - the top layers of skin that were burned off in the blast. 

 

It's kind of odd what I remember from my dreams, it's not so much the circumstances, but the fine details of certain things.

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Omg I lov this site

So now I KNOW why I have D R E A M S

LIKE I DO

Last night I dreamed that Jesse Frm saved by the bell had a penis and it was very good

I woke up "as I use to ALOT" feeling like a down right freak!!

So the night before "I dream of celebrities a lot"

Brad Pitt rescued me and helped me find my baby that I lost and he too had a big penis!

I also made love to a black cat once !!!

So is this NARCOLEPSY folks!!?

Well, atleast I have answers now to my dream world that could easily be Stephen king novels !!

Or porn flicks

GOD HELP ME

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Anyone watch Backstrom? Just had this weird dream where one of my gay friends was stalking Backstrom's roommate.

And then my brother came and picked me up and his wife had just gotten a haircut to look like Miranda Lambert.

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So this from a few months ago and amused me, not just the content but the timing (as an undiagnosed sleepy person).

 

I got into bed at 2359 (clock radio just beside the bed) turned off the light and soon went to sleep.

I started to dream that a cat was trying to get into my bedroom. It had a evil look on its face. After a few attempts of banging on the glass, it took a big run up and smashed its head into the window. The bang or smash woke me up.

I looked at the clock to see it was 0013!

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Personally, the weird ones that I find the most irritating are the false awakenings. I really emphathized with Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. 

 

Let's quote a six year post - why not!

 

One morning last week, the alarm went off. I got up and went outside.

Some cars were parked with their doors left open and the cabinets for the cable TV equipment had been vandalised.

I then went and got a supermarket delivery truck and parked it where my car should go.

 

I then woke up and realised it was at least another half an hour before the real alarm was due!

I spent the next half an hour lucid dreaming taking my imagination anywhere I fancied.

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