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What is the strangest dream you can remember having?

Asked at Massachusetts Street on August 21, 2011

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“Riding a flying bus.”

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““It was with a deranged school bus driver. It was kind of on a roller coaster, which terrify me, and I thought if I stood up I wouldn’t be as scared.” ”

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“I don’t know. I don’t remember my dreams.”

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“I was walking downtown by Seventh and Mass, then all of a sudden I heard people screaming. I turned around and there was this big spider-lizard thing and it talked to me. The dream ended with me falling.”

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Kenny Nall 3 years, 4 months ago

Playing in the gym at Cordley; when I'm in my 20s.

Pitt_Mackeson 3 years, 4 months ago

Once I had a terrible dream that America's economy went to hell, I spilled grape jelly on my new sneakers, saw this ridiculously strong woman who could bend frying pans, had some of that delicious Sicilian pizza from Johnny's and almost lost control of the old jalopy. Hmmm no that was all real. Yup. Did I mention that I'm constantly sweating? I could be in a freezer all night, and as soon as my whole body is outside, I'm instantly soaked with sweat. No joke.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

I have this ongoing dream that I am older and falling apart. I try to wake up but it's like so real . . Ah, what the hell. I'll just go with the flow and enjoy the good parts . . .

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

As a kid I lived near a rock quarry. One night I dreamed I was walking through the quarry and all the dozers and cranes turned into dinosaurs and began chasing me. In my sleep I realized it was so stupid it must be a dream so I willed myself awake.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

Two questions. Are these dreams going to be analyzed and will we be charged?

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

Yes, they will be analyzed, and we will be charged. The standard psychiatric charge is $200 an hour.

To pay for your dream analysis, private message me your credit card number, the expiration date, and don't forget the three digit security code on the back of the card.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

I hardly dream anymore, at least as far as I am aware. I don't sleep much either. I am very aware of that . . .

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

Yesterday I dreamed my wife wanted to go downtown to eat at ZenZero. "Let's go early" I said in my dream,"so we can avoid the crowds." When we arrived the streets were blocked off, the sidewalks were packed with people and musicians, and my wife innocently proclaimed "Oh! It's Buskerfest!" That weren't no dream, it was a nightmare! I shoulda suspected something was up when she wore her "Merc" t-shirt.

I think I met spacehog though. He won't remember me, he was passed out in the alley behind Weaver's. I started to take the two dollars from his pocket but it was soaked in vomit. Instead I put my parking ticket in with it.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

Years ago I had an incredibly vivid dream. Very vivid, unlike most of my dreams.

The first part of it was in ordinary reality, and I was looking at a very strange railway train ride that was very small, but it totally confused just about everyone that rode on it. Then I rode on it myself, and I became totally confused also. I had to ride it several times, and never could figure out what was actually happening.

Then the dream continued from another vantage point that was aboard a massive space ship that was somewhat like a huge dirigible outside our three dimensional time space continuum and looking in at our reality. I was at that point in the dream someone else that was aboard that ship.

Someone from our reality then entered the dream, and it was absolutely impossible to get him to understand anything at all about anything that was not from his, that is our, reality. He wanted to see the moon. That was certainly no big deal, I showed him the surface of it on a projector from the files we had aboard the ship. I decided against showing him the interior of the moon, or anything from the files in the library aboard the ship that contained everything that had happened anywhere in the universe. At least so far, new things were happening in the universe all the time and then added to the files.

Our job aboard the ship was to record everything that took place on Earth and the other nearby planets that had living residents. For us, all of those planets were very close, we could get to a vantage point near them in an eye blink. A totally different reality.

We were not limited by time, we could go forwards and back relative to perceived time on Earth. And, we used that to our advantage in recording everything that happened and what everybody did on Earth and the other living planets. That was the whole point of the ship, to record everything.

Then we got to a position and time where we could return the Earth resident back to Earth. We gave him a small chess set that projected visual events from our reality, which was outside space and time. He was totally enthralled by it.

Then, after a few centuries had passed, the chess set became scattered, and the pieces were being set up around small railway train rides, and the visual projections that they produced entranced and captivated just about everyone that saw them. They were simply gone for a while, off looking at another reality that for them, was not real at all.

The dream ended with a warning: Stay away from that railway train ride! We made a mistake in ever giving the chess pieces to the Earth resident! Now we can't get them back without messing things up even more!

I woke up. And that dream had incredible allegorical meaning to me. I quickly went to my computer, which was already booted up, and typed in the basic outline of that dream.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

Then, I became obsessed with that dream, and spent literally two years writing it down, exactly as I had dreamed it. I can see all sorts of meanings in it, but it seems that most people simply can't see it as any more than a science fiction story.

And that's because they don't understand the symbolism. Or at least, the symbolism that it means to me.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

The above is a very, very brief outline of the dream. It was much more complex than that, but for here, I needed a short synopsis.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

Oh yes, I have incredible stories to tell. But many of them can only be told to carefully selected listeners.

But all of them have one thing in common - they're all true.

Cait McKnelly 3 years, 4 months ago

LOL!! Thing is, I probably really do have hobbit feet. Not the hairy parts (ugh) but I have almost no toes. Other than my big toes, the rest of them are these little bitty stubs. (Now go scrub that brain image out with mental mouthwash :P )

LadyJ 3 years, 4 months ago

Those look like some good butt kicking/ stomping feet. What do you think girls? Should we start "dreaming" up our list of demands for this commune & compound?

LadyJ 3 years, 4 months ago

Chocolate, and lots of it, to start with.

Michael Auchard 3 years, 4 months ago

I just watched Inception again tonight.

Spoiler Alert*

Again, it was all a dream.

H_Lecter 3 years, 4 months ago

I was driving up the southeastern coast of Brazil and stopped in a town of Bertioga for the night. It was earlier than I had planned to stop, but it was such a pleasant evening that I thought I would find a local cafe with some outside seating. I was enjoying a Caipirinha as I perused the menu. I noticed the waiter was speaking German to the very elderly gentleman a table away from mine. I waited until the waiter returned to the kitchen and offered that "The evening is quite mild," to the gentleman. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments until he asked me to share his table for dinner, as his hearing had diminished with age. We talked through dinner and he shared that he had retired here from Germany shortly after the war. He had made a great deal of money from food products he had developed and eventually sold the rights to. He was the original inventor of Spam, but sold the right to American production to one of the Hormel family during the 1936 Olympics. It was all very interesting. I inquired about the meat shortage affecting production during the war. He said that his position as a physician had afforded him certain accesses and production actually increased during the war. I asked him about the name Spam and he said that he wanted something short and easy to remember. He didn't want to use Mengele because three syllables just didn't roll off the tongue. We talked for hours as we had much in common. I stayed an extra day and he shared the recipe for Spam with me. When it is freshly prepared (not canned) the flavor just screams.

TopJayhawk 3 years, 4 months ago

I always have this nightmare that everytime I come to Lawrence, I get stopped on the street by some Jr. High School kid who works for LJW. And all he does is ask stupid questions.

Oh well, we gotta keep them employed some way.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

coasting downhill in neutral. not recommended.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

RoeDapple, that reminds me of one time that I almost died. I was riding on the very top of a hay stacker that was full of hay bales, and my father was driving the tractor. The tractor had nowhere near the size to pull that hay stacker and its load of bales, except at very low speeds.

It was rather fun to be riding so far up in the air, and then I noticed something. We were going downhill incredibly fast, much faster than the tractor that was pulling the stacker could go on level ground. I crawled to the front of the hay stack, and looked down at my father, who was driving the very small tractor.

He was standing up, and had the thing in neutral! And the hill was very steep, and we were going faster and faster! I understood very well that there was no possible way that the tractor could stop that huge hay stacker with its load of bales, so in case of emergency, there simply would be no way to stop. The combination would simply jackknife instantly if the tractor brakes were applied, that was obvious. There were no brakes at all on the hay stacker.

I got pretty worried, and tried to figure out where the safest place would be if we ended up hitting the ditch. I thought that if I landed on top of the stack of hay after we wrecked, I would have the best chance.

I crawled from the front to the back, imagining various crash scenarios, and finally concluded that my best chance would probably be towards the back of the hay stack, and wow we were really moving by this time.

Then suddenly something caught the corner of my eye, and I somehow instantly realized I better get down low as fast as I could before I even realized what it was.

It was a pair of REA (Rural Electric Administration) lines, that is, electrical lines that carry 700 volts AC long distances in rural areas. The two wires have no insulation, and are at most 24 inches apart. Instantly after I ducked, they missed my head by only inches.

If I had been hit by the wires, I very likely would have had a horrific electrical shock that might not have been survivable, and for just about sure, I would have been pushed off the back of the hay stack, fallen something like 15 feet to the dirt road below, and my father would have continued coasting down the hill, not knowing that I was back there somewhere lying on the road.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

Ever notice the bright orange truck/trailer combo's with Schneider on 'em?

Orange barrels = Schneider eggs Orange cones = Schneider droppings

Oh, and those long rubber strips from truck tires blowing out? highway gators

Flap Doodle 3 years, 4 months ago

Paper toilet seat covers = JB Hunt hats Running without a load = hauling post holes

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

I heard that running without a load was called hauling dispatcher brains.

Cait McKnelly 3 years, 4 months ago

Highway construction = The Orange Barrel Polka A friend had a bumper sticker on her old mini Toyota pickup. "When I grow up I want to be a KENWORTH!" The first time I went to TN with my husband (who is from Chattanooga) we ran into road construction. My husband: "See, I told ya Tennessee bleeds orange and white!"

Sarah St. John 3 years, 4 months ago

"Here we are all, by day; by night, we're hurled Each one, by dreams, into a several world."

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

I used to dream about an inflatable pool, large quantities of lime jello and Sarah P. in a bikini.

But not since autie started packin' railroad spikes . . .

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

Anybody else see the ancient bus at Buskerfest yesterday? I've been humming the Rice-a-roni song ever since . . .

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

You guys wanna know what the life of an OTR trucker is like? It ain't what you think . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTDM3AQQf6o

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

snap_pop_no_crackle (anonymous) replies…

"Running without a load = hauling post holes"

We used to call it "full load of sailboat fuel"

FloridaSunshine 3 years, 4 months ago

I've always found it interesting that we humans have a propensity to use our "waking nightmares" as an excuse to get rid of the incredible, fascinating, lovable AND loving people who come into our lives in the most extraordinary ways. People who would never hurt us or betray us. People who are true. People who are real. People who would appreciate and love us for exactly the person we are...and yet we push them away because we experienced a "waking nightmare".

Well, guess what? This is life and we ALL have had dreams turn into waking nightmares. I think if one is going to wallow in that hurt for quite a long time, he or she should wear a warning of some sort ...or proclaim a warning...to let others who are genuinely good people realize that they are "off limits"...that they plan to "enjoy" their grief and sorrow for the rest of their lives...alone.

And, to make it very clear, I AM talking about "romantic" sorts of waking nightmares...not anything to do with our children or any other type of horrors that happen in life.

Each time we let a decent, one-of-a-kind person slip away from our lives, we lose a piece of our soul. I've experienced this loss; hence, I am able to talk about it in detail. It's a regret that one never forgets...and you want to keep anyone else from making that same huge mistake. Ahhh, well...people make their choices. We who are left behind, or rejected, or ignored, always find that our real purpose was right here all along...we simply got caught up in a dream that became another waking nightmare. I thank God I don't push people out of my life because of some mistaken idea of what I thought could be real. I will always come out of a mistaken "dream" ready to give my all...and it's not via my own strength by any means. It's via the strength of The One Who will never forsake me...of that one thing I am sure in this often overwhelming and disappointing life.

Flowers will continue to bloom...the sky will be beautifully blue again...that bright moon I've been watching 'til it hurts my eyes will still beam for me...the rains will cease...the tears will cease...and this incredible, marvelous life will go on. And I will not be afraid to share my dreams with some wonderful someone who will be, hopefully, worthy of my trust.

FloridaSunshine 3 years, 4 months ago

I don't understand your comment/question...

Please see my response to your pm.

Flap Doodle 3 years, 4 months ago

I keep having dreams about the House of Many Doors.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

I've had a very few lucid dreams, about three of them, maybe four. That's when during the dream, you realize that you are dreaming.

When you are dreaming and are consciously aware of that, you can do anything you want. But I don't think you can start dreaming about a place, although you can easily direct your dream towards a person.

The details of every one of those lucid dreams were pretty weird. And the result of one of them was simply amazing.

They would be great camp fire stories for RidgeRunner.

Deja Coffin 3 years, 4 months ago

Last year right around Christmas time I had a dream that I got into a bad car wreck on K-10 between Eudora and De soto and was standing on the side of the road with a broken arm while the cops were clearing up the wreck. The dream was so vivid that I was afraid to drive on K-10 for a week. The next time I drove on K-10 was from Eudora to Lawrence. I had made it to Lawrence and was stopped at a red light right by that Chinese restaurant on the right side of the road when another car didn't stop fast enough and rear ended me. Luckily in real life my arm wasn't broken but I was standing on the side of the road watching the officer talk to the other driver thinking, "wow the dream did come true."

riverdrifter 3 years, 4 months ago

It involved a vertical and very tall brick fraternity house. It had a large level lawn that was a beautiful manicured golf green with a minature golf course on it. I played a round on it with the Grateful Dead. Had this dream decades ago but I still recall some of it because it was such a classic.

Deja Coffin 3 years, 4 months ago

Also tell me if this happens to anyone else. It is kind of hard to explain so bear with me. I grew up in Eudora my whole life and so a lot of my dreams are based in Eudora. The Eudora in my dreams is similar to Eudora in real life only there are certain things that are different. The stores on Main St. are different stores, different houses, and some of the landscape is different. The thing is that every time I dream I'm in Eudora the town that is in my dreams is always the same and has been that way for as long as I can remember. For example the park at the top of Main street in my dreams is actually lower then the street itself so in my dream you have to take steps to get down to the park area. So no matter if my dream takes place near that park, in that park, or just driving my that park it is always lowered. Does this sound crazy to anyone else? It's the same thing with Lawrence and other outlying towns near Eudora. I try to explain this to people sometimes and I know I sound like a weirdo but it really seems like my dream world is an alternate universe or something. Like there are people in my dreams that I know in my dreams but don't know in real life and I'll see them in one dream and not see them again for 2 years but in the dream can talk to them about the last time I saw them. Okay now I know I sound crazy..... but does this happen to anyone else? Please tell me there is at least one other crazy person out there!

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

1) Dejacrew423, this is for you. You stated: "there are people in my dreams that I know in my dreams but don't know in real life"

I was told an incredible story sometime in the middle 80s by a man named M. While I can't say that I still know him, I do hear what he is doing from time to time, and I am still very good friends with his ex-wife, B. I have known B. since 1980. Just within the last few months I asked B. about that event, and she verified some of the details. She was pretty ticked off about the whole thing, and about one particular detail especially at the time and still is even today, because she was a working wife and had to pay for M.'s plane ticket to Egypt and back.

It was one of the most incredible stories I have ever been told in my life. Even though I am extremely open minded about events like this, this one was about impossible to believe. But, I had known M. for some time when he told me about it, and he was dead serious the whole time.

The story challenges so much of what I believe to be true that I really don't know what to think of it.

M. never kidded around or even told jokes, or at least not to me, he was always very serious. At no point, ever, did I see anything that might indicate that he or his wife was hallucinating anything, and they never told wild stories or anything, except for this one.

And, just within the last few months, I discussed some of the details with B., M.'s ex wife. She verified some, but she could not verify all of it, because she did not go along with M. to Egypt. She thought at the time, and still thinks, that there was something very weird about all this.

It all started when M. began to dream with a group of other people, none of which had ever met while awake. There were about 6 or maybe 7 people that were having a collective dream, and they concluded during their dreaming that they had a mission, and that was to open the Emerald Tablets. There is some sort of legend about the Tablets, you can read up on it on Wikipedia. They really aren't all that old, the oldest verifiable reference to them was in 1140 AD., but they may be somewhat older than that. Anyway, they're not as old as the pyramids or the Sphinx.

Ron Holzwarth 3 years, 4 months ago

2) The group came to the conclusion during their collective dreaming that they had to meet in waking life in order to accomplish their mission, and that had to be done at the base of the Sphinx, in Egypt. So, they kept on dreaming together, and remember none of these people had ever met in waking life, and scheduled a time to meet at the base of the Sphinx when everyone could be there.

So, M., bought a plane ticket to Egypt, and left so that he could be at the Sphinx at the scheduled time.

And everyone was there, and that was the first time any of them had met while awake!

I don't know any of the details of exactly how they planned to open the Emerald Tablets, or what was supposed to happen if got it done. M. told me that they failed to open them, and so they might try to do it again, or maybe leave that task to future generations. Actually, I wasn't listening all that closely anymore because my credibility factor was running rather low, this all seemed impossible.

Part of the whole thing was that M. had to spend the night on the Sphinx, right there on the paws. I expressed doubt that anyone would be allowed to do that, and he laughed and told me that if you just handed the guards about six month's pay, which was easy to do, they would look away, and not interfere as long as you were not damaging anything.

So I don't know anything of what the group actually tried to do in their efforts to open the Tablets. Just being told that the whole group had actually scheduled a meeting at the Sphinx in Egypt while they were all having a collective dream and then everyone showing up at the appointed time just seemed impossible.

The only thing that I know of that happened while the group was in Egypt was something about some intimacy between M. and one of the other members of the group that I think occurred inside one of the pyramids that particularly bothered B. The sort of thing that would upset just about any wife, that sort of thing.

Well, so the whole thing ended in failure, they didn't get the Emerald Tablets opened, and everyone went home to where ever. I was under the impression that they were all US citizens, but I don't really know if that was the case.

Arranging a meeting of 6 people that had never met while awake arranging a meeting in a foreign country while all of them were having a collective dream, and then everyone attending that event at the appointed time seems to me to be about impossible.

So, I don't really know what to think, there are a lot of strange things in the universe.

Deja Coffin 3 years, 4 months ago

That does seem awfully hard to believe. But then again I'm the girl that has an alternate universe in her dreams so I could almost see it happening. There have been dreams where I was supposed to remember specific times and dates or phrases but most the time I forget them before I awake. I also learned that while I was never the best Spanish student in high school, when needed I can speak fluent Spanish in my dreams. I've thought of keeping a dream diary because I have at least one dream I remember every night but I'm sure if anyone found it I would be locked up.

geekin_topekan 3 years, 4 months ago

My two recurring dreams are; One- seeing enormous fish just below the surface. I mean house sized fish in the river or under a dock. Two- tornadoes about the width of a telephone pole right outside my front door.

jaywalker 3 years, 4 months ago

I dreamt that a respected newspaper solicited responses to a question that virtually nobody wants to hear the rambling answer to since nobody cares about their dreams except themselves. And maybe a therapist.

Marcy McGuffie 3 years, 4 months ago

Broccoli was growing out of my legs (the entire surface of both legs was covered in it). But, that wasn't the most disturbing part of the dream. In the dream, I asked my husband if it was broccoli, he reached over, casually plucked a piece off of my leg and started chewing - only to confirm: "Yep. That's broccoli." As stupid and silly as it sounds, that dream disturbed the heck out of me.

RoeDapple 3 years, 4 months ago

98% (by weight) of the universe is unaccounted for. My theory is that it is on the dream side. That might explain why it is so difficult to move in our dreams.

Cait McKnelly 3 years, 4 months ago

"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible." - T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia. A guy I found pretty hot but may have actually been gay.)

jonas_opines 3 years, 4 months ago

A while after my parents watched Amadeus when I was a kid, I had a dream that Mozart (recongizable by his white hair and that high-pitched laugh) was green, had six arms, and lived in a gigantic beehive. He would kidnap women and take them back to the beehive, and shoot them with this green laser that would then turn them into green, six-armed women.

motomom 3 years, 4 months ago

being chased by a killer whale that could fly. weird weird weird.

Phone_Man 3 years, 4 months ago

Obama was elected. Wait that was a nightmare!

irvan moore 3 years, 3 months ago

i think i've lived it for about 65 years

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