Am I really the ONLY person in the world who likes hearing about other people’s dreams?  That can’t be the case, can it?

I mean, I can understand if nothing much happens in the dream, and/or it takes a really long time to describe… but if it’s an eventful dream and it only takes 45 seconds or so to tell me about it, what’s not to like?

Someone I find interesting: “Hey, would you like a glimpse into the private recesses of my subconscious mind?”

Me: “Yes, please.”

halphillips:

THANK you.
I always wish I could tell people about my dreams, because to me, they’re fascinating.  But I grudgingly recognize that nobody ever wants to hear about another person’s dreams.

Sometimes I tell people when they were in my dream.  But people always seem weirded out by that, as if I’m saying they’re extremely significant to me.  Am I the only person whose dreams are full of seemingly random people I know?  I doubt that.  If you’re in my dream, it just means I know you.

I’m going to sleep soon, so I’ll probably end up with a Benjamin Apple dream.

benjaminapple:

I think it kind of sucks that dreams are thought of as boring, rambly anecdotes that nobody wants to hear. If what happened in the average dream happened in real life it would be an amazing, amazing story. But because they aren’t real, and everyone has them, we’re all stuck with these extremely real-to-me personal experiences that nobody else cares about. It’s horrible!

One quick thing that happened in a dream last night:

I was in a helicopter skimming low over the ocean at night, watching a hijacked, damaged airplane slowly descend in a circle. I was part of some kind of action squad trying to save people’s lives and prevent total disaster. We stood in the helicopter bay holding onto straps, like in action movies. Everything was loud and fast. At one point something caused the copter to splash into the ocean, and I was totally submerged in the darkness of the deep, but I held on tight because I knew that if I let go, as soon as the pilot regained control and took the copter out of the water, I would be stranded in the black waves with no way of signaling my rescuers. It was while I held on tight and waited for the convulsing void to turn back into a field of real vision that I woke up in my bed.