Since this topic has generated more comments than I've had in a long time, (plus it's fun) I'm going to roll with the dream theme some more.
There's a funny thing I like to do when I'm at a party or get-together that involved both men and women. First, get the topic to turn to dreams. Then ask:
Are you ever NOT yourself in a dream?
Then sit back and watch all the women nod "yes" while most the men look confused. I've done this many times, with the same result. I can't explain it! Women are often not themselves in dreams...men rarely are. The exceptions to this that I've found are very right-brained men (graphic designers, artists, etc.).
Of course, I'm stereotyping horribly with this "finding", so forgive me if you are a male science teacher that often dreams he is a dog. If so...My bad.
I am actually rarely myself in my dreams. I am often animals, clouds, birds, and even men. I'm often just omnipotent and watching as the story occurs. I've always thought this was because I had low self-confidence, and that I could just not picture myself doing some things as myself. As I've gotten older (and gained some chutzpa!) I actually am myself more in my dreams. It's still only 1 out of about 12 dreams.
The best dream I've ever had was one in which I was a large, person-sized bird. And I was flying. It was extremely real and it felt so good. I could feel my wing-muscles pump as I flew, then glided through the sky. I looked down at the ground beneath me and was not scared a bit of the height. Because I was a bird, of course. Birds aren't scared of heights. It was an amazing feeling. I imagine the only thing that might come close would be hang-gliding, which I hope to do someday, to compare of course.
Are you ever NOT yourself in a dream? Who are you? What do you make of all this? Am I full of shit, or do I have some book material here?
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Since I started taking a new medication, I've been having bizarre dreams capable of becoming short stories. One involved me coming back over and over as a man during an attack by the Irish Republican Army. I was in love with a beautiful woman. Sometimes she died, sometimes we got married.
Last night I dreamed I shared a pack of cigarettes with Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox while watching my high school football team get beat.
It's the medicine. I'm convinced it's the medicine. And the celebrity gossip magazines.
Ditto on the celebrity gossip ragazines. When I was pregnant, I had a dream that I was going to give my baby up to JESSICA SIMPSON. I didn't want to, but she was forcing me to and was keeping me in hiding. Nick was pretty sympathetic to me, though.
I always dream that I am myself. I don't remember any dreams where I have been something/someone else. Interesting!
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