Here are some (fragmented) fragments of dreams that I can remember.
- these are from sometime before the summer of 1993:
- I was playing with my dad at Thomas park (my favorite park at the time. I think I was ~5 years old)and going over the bridge over Indian Creek. For some reason, he decided that he needed to go investigate the (dry) creek bed. He told me to stay on the bridge, but I wanted to follow. I stayed for a while, but got anxious, and I really wanted to follow. I looked over the edge of the bridge, and could see dad walking down the stream bed, and into what I knew to be quicksand. Somehow I lost my balance, and ended up hanging off of the 'edge' of the bridge by the tips of my fingers. Then I started screaming and woke up hanging off the side of my bed. I was still dreaming though, because I remember hanging through the floor.
I think this happened when my dad switched work schedules from day shift to night shift, so I didn't see him at all when school was in. - Riding down the hill in front of my house, and otherwise generally having fun on a bmx style bike that had some plastic on it to make it look like a dirt bike (as in motorcycle). probably brought on by looking at ads for that particular bike
- I lived in a HUGE mansion with multiple pools, and the only way to get from one part to another was to use the water slides.
- I was playing with my dad at Thomas park (my favorite park at the time. I think I was ~5 years old)and going over the bridge over Indian Creek. For some reason, he decided that he needed to go investigate the (dry) creek bed. He told me to stay on the bridge, but I wanted to follow. I stayed for a while, but got anxious, and I really wanted to follow. I looked over the edge of the bridge, and could see dad walking down the stream bed, and into what I knew to be quicksand. Somehow I lost my balance, and ended up hanging off of the 'edge' of the bridge by the tips of my fingers. Then I started screaming and woke up hanging off the side of my bed. I was still dreaming though, because I remember hanging through the floor.
- This is from sometime around September of 2003.
- The first thing I remember in this dream is that I was looking through a books on World War II, and there was a picture of some weird looking rocket powered airplanes. The wings were made out of twisted and bent metal tubing in a delta configuration, and there was an open cockpit. These rocket planes used 'Tetraphenol' as fuel (I guess my brain couldn't remember 'hypergolic' and just made something up).
Next thing I remember is that I am in a bunker in WW2, but at this point, my vision is being controlled by something else, like a remote control camera.
- The first thing I remember in this dream is that I was looking through a books on World War II, and there was a picture of some weird looking rocket powered airplanes. The wings were made out of twisted and bent metal tubing in a delta configuration, and there was an open cockpit. These rocket planes used 'Tetraphenol' as fuel (I guess my brain couldn't remember 'hypergolic' and just made something up).