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I dreamt about Roman Numerals: 5, 4, 1 and 500...

A lot of them.

I often dream I’m back at work, or in school, but almost always I’m retired and working again, or graduated and just sitting there not worried about grades, assignments etc.

The work ones are very vivid, and mostly from the time I worked on electro-mechanical telephone switches rather than electronic stuff, funny because the former only lasted less than half the time of the latter.

Always dream in color unless it’s a nighttime scene.

Use to think I did every time I'd bait Rene into a rant but when I'd wake up and click on the Fire there he is still ranting away, notta dream.

The worst dreams are often of being back in school, and you haven't prepared for the test, or the semester-long project is coming due, and you had no idea it was ever assigned, but it's way too late to even start it. Things like that.

I had a dream similar to that in 1976. I was drawn to the door (in my dream) against my will, there were two men outside in black suits, no words were spoken that I remember, but it was communicated to me through thought that “it’s not hot enough yet”. That has stuck in my mind my whole life.
This morning I dreamt I was looking for a lost dog and ended up on a steep, snow covered mountain. Woke up before before I got off the mountain or found the dog.
Found the dog after I woke up, she was still here.😀

never a dream ,just nightmares

Along those lines, I dreampt the other night that there was a loud crashing sound in the room next to my bedroom, followed by a voice shouting for help. I woke up and, even though I knew it was a dream, got up and looked in that room to make sure. Nothing but two sleeping dogs in a dark room.

I dream all the time, some good some bad. My dreams are so vivid it's like living a double life, one life when your awake and one when you are asleep.

I have often wondered if death was the same as dreaming, not looking forward to finding out, but like everyone else I will eventually.

For some very unusual, and vivid dreams try melatonin.

For years I would dream that I got a letter saying I hadn't had enough credits and had to go back to school for a year. A nightmare!
Wasn't a terrible student, school wasn't that bad.
But I chafe at the level of control and the attitude of many teachers.
I hated school.



Work isn't that bad.
But I darn sure wouldn't go another day if I didn't need to.

Bet there will be work dreams after I retire!

I've had that exact dream with regard to high school. I had to go back as an adult, along with a couple of my friends from those days.

Sometimes. Big relief when you wake after a troubled dream and realize you don't have to deal with whatever problem existed.

I'm also convinced that the brain processes real life events while you are unconscious...for better or worse.

Being a shaman, I work and live in this realm. My ability to remember dreams is my bread and butter.

I find that I go in 6 month stretches alternating from no memory of dreams to fully involved, fully remembered lucid dreaming. It goes in cycles.

The majority of my dreaming, at least while I was working, was centered on the workplace. I tended to have really mundane dreams of everyday work. It took a while to figure out that a lot of this was prescient dreaming. That is, I was dreaming of stuff that hadn't happened yet-- usually in a 10-72 hour delay. It seldom provided actionable information, but I did get a feel for what was down the road.

Now that I'm retired and the Chemo is over, I'm starting into a phase where I'm remembering dreams again. The most recent have been about hunting and the upkeep of deer camp. It's odd, but when I dream about hunting, I seem to always return to the same landscape and universe. It isn't our deer camp or anywhere else I've ever been. It's a mix of suburban housing, open woods and construction, sort of the world I had growing up. However, it's all jumbled. I seem to be always late getting out to hunt, or I am having gobblers that hang up and won't come in, or I'm having trouble with my stand. Occasionally my hunting in this world takes me to a landscape of ravines, covered in late autumn leaves and bare beech trees. This, I've recognized, is the place that I imagined deer hunting long before I ever went. It is based on hikes through small patches of virgin forest that I went on as a child.

My recurring dream, which went on for years and years (it hasn't appeared for a long time) dealt with finals week at college. I would discover that there was a class on my schedule that I had overlooked and never attended. This probably was born in reality, as I would invariably have this moment of panic during each finals week and tear my schedule out of billfold to reassure myself that this had not happened.

The ones I remember are usually ones where I am failing to find a class in time or overwhelmed at work and unable to catch up.

Really gets to me, even after I wake up.

I am always on some construction site. Never been there before.
In a dream, me and my buddy were in a old house drinking whiskey
when he suddenly needed a bad tooth pulled . I tied a string to the
tooth and opened the door to tie the string to the knob,
Dwight Yoakam was outside and came in. We all sat down
at the old table and started drinking whiskey again. (I don't drink anymore).

I've had that one, too. Many times. Then you go around the college campus trying to find the classroom where the class is, and can't find it.

I rarely remember my dreams but a couple stand out,...although they have little significance. In one I was traveling with some other people in an old sedan that seemed to be from the 1920's. We were going down a tree lined road where the trees hung over the road and were so dense that it was like driving through a dark tunnel. When we reached the end of the road we were at a beach on the ocean,..out in the sun, with many people just lounging around.

Another, I was walking across a nondescript field and came to a large hole in the ground. It seemed familiar to me and I slowly lowered myself into it feet first. The hole was a long chute that descended down. The walls were very smooth glassy rock that gave off a soft, light blue glow. It twisted and turned in many directions as I slowly slid downwards. I recall thinking about how different it was from the field that I had walked through to get to it.

At the bottom it emptied into a glowing pool of Turquoise blue water. There was others already there and everyone was being casual,...just enjoying lounging around in the water.

I can't see any meaning out of either of them. The thing that stuck out was the stark, abrupt transition from one environment to the other and how different they were.