Last night I had a strange and incredibly profound experience. It was a journey inside my subconscious and it toyed with the very fabric of what I believe is memory or dream. Some of you might think it's just creative writing, but I assure you this happened to me and it affected me in a way I don't think I'll ever forget.

In my dream, though most of it is very foggy now that I’m awake, I remember the entire process of meeting and courting a woman. She had beautiful blonde hair, breathtaking eyes and a contagious smile and the feeling her face evoked is honestly the only thing that remains etched in my mind. I remember brief moments in time of us together, in the mall, with friends, sharing intimate moments, visiting faraway places and countries I’m sure don’t exist. We were so in love and perfectly happy. I remember a feeling of absolute bliss. I’m actually crying as I write this now because the emotions are still there. I had all these memories as clear as if it was a full life actually lived.

Then, inevitably as every dream does, this one had to come to an end. But it was like we both knew it had to be over. We hunched down against a wall, I can’t remember where or why, and I told her I was waking up. She nodded and just held me and I started to cry so hard because I knew I was going to lose her. I held her so tight because I knew these were our last moments. I could feel myself drifting back into this world, and every single memory we had together of the life we lived was being wrenched from my mind into oblivion. It was like I was losing pieces of my soul, and watching my soulmate vanish in front of me piece by piece. I kissed her as long as I could and held her tight. I started screaming in anguish, tears streaming down my face, and feeling a pain as real as if my closest companion was actually dying before my very eyes. My deafening screams settled into quiet whimpers and I awoke alone and covered in sweat. I still felt the pain though. I felt the absence – something missing.

But here is where it gets truly bizarre. At some point last night, I went back. I’m not sure if I awoke in this world and then went back to sleep. Or if the dream of my lover had been itself, within a dream. I say this because in the second part I remember (within the dream), I forced myself to lie down and fall asleep. In this dream I had total control of everything that occurred. It was as if somehow, because I was already asleep, the boundaries of reality no longer applied and I could shape the thoughts and images I saw. In this ‘dream within a dream’ I went back to look for her. Because this dream is so many layers deep, I cannot remember the details of it, but I remember the objective clear as day, to make her real again. I remember thinking of exotic places and they appeared. Dreaming of terrible dragons and creatures and they appeared. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring her back. I couldn’t create the image of her because I simply could no longer remember what she looked like. I brought countless women to life before my eyes but none of them were her.

Then, in frustration and deeply depressed, I awoke. I tossed and turned and had several more short dreams after which I cannot remember, but none so profound. This morning, I awoke and went about my daily activities. But then somehow, it all came back like a tidal wave washing over me. The sadness, the longing for a person that I couldn’t even recreate in my head. I felt again the pain that had brought me screaming back to the surface sometime in the middle of the night. Here, in front of the bathroom mirror, I cried deeply again.

So, it’s things like this that make me wonder about my subconscious. Make me think about the strange possibilities. Did my subconscious cross paths with another’s last night and fall wildly in love? Did I experience deep, buried memories of a past life? Did I experience a brief shadow of my life in an alternate universe, on a path not taken, before being pulled back into my own?

I honestly think I will never know, but this was one of the most bizarre and profound emotional experiences I’ve ever had. Being asleep but fully awake, and being within a dream with the power to shape my own reality. Mind-boggling...

I know one thing though. There’s still a tiny part of me that hopes, despite my inherent skepticism, that maybe someday, somewhere, I’ll see her again on the street or in a dream, and even though we have never spoken, both of us will know.

-JB

I had a dream about you last night, sweetheart ...

You know that I often wished I could have died with you. Life here on earth seemed so meaningless without you. My need to be with you felt stronger than any desire to remain one second longer on this planet. Never mind about the other people who needed me, it just hurt too darn much. I really, really wanted to go with you. I would pray every night for God to take me so we could be reunited.

Well, you musn't have liked that idea very much.

My dream started in a large railway station full of people. I caught sight of you far away, leaning against a wall and staring at me as if you were expecting me. I could barely make out your features, but I knew it was you. I also knew that I was actually dreaming ... even while dreaming, I was conscious that I was dreaming.

When I was finally standing in front of you, you took my hand and we began walking. You were silent and your expression said nothing. I was just thrilled to be holding your hand again. As we walked further, I asked, "Where are we going, darling?" You turned your face to look at me but said nothing. There was something in your eyes, though, that finally made me realize where we were going.

I stopped. "No! I can't go with you yet, hon. I still have things I need to do," I cried. "But I need to know that you will always love me." I then started sobbing uncontrollably until you began hugging me tightly. The emotion this stirred in me was so overwhelming that I immediately opened my eyes. I saw that I was still in our bed in our bedroom, but I could not move because you were still hugging me. For a few seconds, I physically felt your arms still around me, even though I was fully awake!

At first, I was a little frightened. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. And I know the mind can play tricks during that half-asleep/half-awake state, but there was no haziness about this. I was as alert as could be. You visited me in my dream, and your message was clear. You would always love me, but it was not yet my time to join you.

I have never asked you to give me signs that you were with me. But you did, and in such a beautiful way. I feel 100% better now. I now know that I can go on because you never truly left me. Thank you once again, sweetheart, for being my guardian angel.

-Marjatta

I was being attacked, me and and my friends, by freddy from freddy vs. jason.

So I had this medieval battle axe and I headstrongly went in to attack him. But it turns out he’s an exceptionally skilled swordsman, deflecting and slicing back at expert levels it would appear.

The thing is, this whole scenario is generated by my subconscious mind, so how did my subconscious generate expert swordsman ability in an external character/manifestation.

Im talking REALLY good. I could not….defeat my own swordsmanship so to speak in this situation. I just don’t know where my subconscious picked up the wierd potential to be a good sword fighter….

-TheisThatWay

Last night, in my dreams, I held your face in my hands. I enjoyed being close to you and looking into your dark hazel eyes that get darker when you’re mischievous. Your skin was soft in my hands and your cheeks were warm. I remember feeling that my own cheeks were sore from smiling at you.

I ran my fingers through your hair and whispered to you softly, “You’re the only woman I ever want to kiss; you’re the only one I ever want to wake-up next to for the rest of my life. I want a future with you.” I kissed you.

I kissed your forehead because I wanted you to feel safe. I kiss your lips when I feel selfish, because I love how soft they are. I love everything about you, things I never talk about it. Your arms are strong and I love them because they’re sexy to me. Your freckles are adorable and make me want to lay in bed with you and take the time to kiss each and every one of them, from the tip of your nose to the small of your back and right down to your knees and shins.

I held your hand in my dream last night. I felt the warmth and the softness of the back of your hands. I smiled at your short but well-kept nails that you conservatively keep clear. It’s indicative of you and your style and I find that it makes me warm and fuzzy from the deepest recesses of my heart and my soul. I have felt the palms of your hands and noted the rough spots. Don’t be self-conscious, I love the way your hands feel and I have so much respect and love for those places that I know you’ve developed over the years that you’ve spent becoming who you are today. They represent the work you do, the hobbies you’ve enjoyed, the yard work that you’ve done and the labor of love you put into your career. I admire those hands of yours and I’d spend the rest of my life holding them if you’d let me. When you touch me, I feel like I’ve received a powerful touch from my future and the one I’ll love the rest of my life. You move me, even in my dreams.

Your voice soothes me, stirs me and moves me in ways that you cannot see. When I’m on the other end of the phone and I get your texts, my face lights up and my heart smiles. I feel a happiness and a resolve in my life now that I never had before. So many things in my world are better and continue to get better each and every day. I believe that my karmic debt has been paid; I’ve truly moved on and I’m free to enjoy my future now. I want you to be a part of that future. I want you. In my dream I whispered this to you over and over in your ear.

I fall in love with you more every day, even when we don’t talk. I fall in love with you more and more every time I hear you chuckle on the phone, or breathe a sigh because you are tired. I’m in love with your smile, your heart and  your soul. I’m in love with the way you wrinkle your nose and the way you talk and talk when we haven’t seen each other in more than a week. I used to think I talked a lot. You make my heart giggle. I adore you. I love you so much. I truly do.

I just wanted to tell you that you were in my dreams last night.

-Jesse MacGregor Jones

What could be the meaning of this unfulfilling dream?  Or was it a nightmare?

And why did last night it resonate with me when I woke up at one forty-five in the morning.  My head was still sunk deep in my pillow as I lay there in bed, quietly reliving the dream.  Toward the end of my flashback, I suddenly sprang up to a seated position. Oh my God, I thought, I’ve had this dream before, many times, as far back as I could remember. I could not remember when it wasn’t with me . . . maybe years? Yes, it was definitely a reoccurring dream.

As I remembered it, I was walking on a cliff-like stonewall, alongside a large body of blue water rapids.   At the end of the wall there was no-where to go but down . . . very far down, at least twenty feet.  The only way to get down the wall was to jump, or rappel with a rope.  No rope in the dream.

Last night, I didn’t make it past that point, but my eyes did wonder over to what was next.  In previous dreams, I knew I had made the leap, and landed on a wide flat rock.  Then I had to skip my way over the water to the next rock and so on.  Although my memory is somewhat sketchy, I believe I have made it through the maze of rocks where I would then have to scale another stonewall similar to the one behind me.  How I would ever get up this wall was unbeknownst to me.  I have yet to make it to the other side in any of my dreams.

I’m still thinking about it.  I wonder what is on the other side?

Life is full of obstacles, so I’ll rule out nightmare.  I know there must be a bright side, and I’ll figure out which side of the wall it’s on.  Maybe both.

-Dori Lee

Are your dreams vivid? And do you remember them? I’m not going to pull out a leather couch on you or anything, but I am just curious. I remember my dreams most nights and then they float around in my brain most of the day. And because you are so lucky, now you get to hear about the one last night.
In my dream, it was the one year anniversary of my grandfather’s death and apparently to commemorate that day, everyone in the family was supposed to come together to dig him up.

Now that might seem morbid, but in this dream, that was the custom – much like giving presents on a birthday. The plan was to dig him up to see how his first year of death treated him.

So we all gathered and the funeral home made us wait in a giant family style waiting room where there was a conveyer belt above our heads carrying what can only be described as human-sized Chipotle containers. White bottom and silver foil top. These contained the bodies that had been dug up. They rolled along on a track above us like a train around a Christmas tree, circling the room.

Then we were led into another room full of chachkes. Things like snowglobes, keychains, little vials of oil (even in the dream we weren’t sure about this one). You could buy a trinket to give as a gift to your dearly departed.

Soon the time was coming for us to give our gift to Grandaddy. We were all a little concerned that we would not be taken to the right person because none of the Chipotle containers had names or any sort of identification on them. I vividly remember thinking I should talk to the manager about improving their process.

And then an alarm went off that said we were under attack and the President’s staff had to leave immediately. As in, the President of the United States. That’s when I learned I worked at the White House because the next thing you know, I’m swimming for my life in the North China Sea.

And then I woke up.

-Karin

I keep having dreams about my ex, these past few weeks. And I don't know why. We've stayed friends, but I've barley talked to him, in the last 6/7 months.  He's been impossible to get ahold of(that's a whole another story)  Anyways, I 'm kinda wondering why, he keeps popping up in my dreams! I've finally moved on,which ended up being extremely difficult(again, another whole story) I don't know a whole lot about dream interpretation, other then the theory that dreams is your sub-conscious talking. Anyone have insights to why I keep dreaming about him??

update: last night I had the strangest dream with him, I was roommates with two of my friends(one of them I am actually going to be living with soon) In the dream my ex didn't live to far from me(in real life he does) He had just broken up with his gf(in the dream), the door to his apt. wasn't to far from mine, and random women kept walking into it.  Then something about myspace pages came into the dream, he created one and I wanted to add him as a friend so he could hear the song on mine(which really is the song i have on mine, and it does remind me of him) Then I woke up around 5am-ish(really woke up, not in the dream) with a song stuck in my head, that was playing in the background in parts of the dream(not the myspace song though) and the song is "why haven't i heard from you." I've had some strange dreams about him, and other things, but this one is def. one of the stranger ones. Any interpretations?

-LittleRoo

I dreamed I was in San Francisco with him helping him fix one of his boats, he drives like a lunatic cutting people off and yelling at them.

As we rode over the San Francisco bridge, suddenly a One Direction song came on the radio and he told me to be quiet and turned it up really loud and started singing the words to it saying he liked it.

I think the name of the song was "Best Song Ever"...

We then drove to some hippy liberal woman's house he was friends with in San Francisco and there was marijuana everywhere and Savage started to smoke some.

He offered me some but I refused.

We then started talking about this restaurant where Michael said he stepped in shit one time, and he blamed it on a matador who didn't clean the shit off his shoes.

I started to laugh hysterically in the dream, no doubt from all the marijuana smoke in the room, and I actually woke up at this point and I woke up literally laughing, I was laughing in reality while I dreamed.

It was most bizarre thing ever...

I had a dream last night that I felt like sharing with all of you. I swear this is an actual dream...it's the one I had just before waking up, actually.

(Note: I leave the quotes off because I wasn't sure if they were talking about a Bob or "Bob" until the very end.)

I was walking around Ybor (the 'cool' city with all the clubs and freaks) and saw two lines: One that was half a block long and led to this woman at a table, and one that was fucking LONG...it wrapped around a full block and back. So I got in the long one, out of curiosity. A minute later, I heard the people in my line, and the people just milling around, talking. "Bob gives the best blowjobs." "Yeah, I went to that chick, but she wasn't nothing compared to Bob." "No kidding." The line kept moving, and then I rounded one corner and heard a voice: "...my friends, there's a good Bob and a bad Bob...a nice Bob and a mean Bob... and a Bob who's tired of saying 'No'! So come on down, children...come on down..." I moved forward enough in the line that I could see the man who was just talking [no one that I recognized; just a guy from my catalog of dream extras, I guess], and I heard a pleasant, baritone voice, clear as day, reply, "Okay, Mr. Puffy, who's next?" I get to the next curve in the line, and see "Bob" himself finishing up someone. One of my friends (a Discordian one, actually) steps up, next in line, and whips his out.....and at that point, two guys in gladiator costumes stab him with swords, and a guy dressed like Spartacus starts yelling things from the top of a building.

That ended the dream--possibly because it started to get entirely too silly (when my dreams become TOO unbelievable, I usually realize it and wake up, whether I want to or not).

-Pee Kitty