My best friend is fascinated with dreams. As far as I can remember back, he has written them down, asked for other people to write them down and share them with him... He gets into them. He posted for about the 5th or 6th time on myspace asking folks to share em and some of the responses he gets from anonymous people are really interesting. So he got me thinking now... and Im gonna do the same here. Sometimes theyre funny. Sometimes theyre frightening, and sometimes although they can be bizarre, there are dreams that we all sorta have, but are modified for our experience, although generally following a universal pattern... such as being naked in public or falling through the sky or space. So- what do you dream? Share it for fun! Here is my response to his most recent request: Do you wish to fly on the neurological lightning of another person's grey matter? Do you see something bigger or fatter In your dreams that you wish to attain via another brain? Well brother, I maintain that this fascination that this dream to dream of dreams this escape to escape your escape is far larger than our lives and is a key to the real and palpable floating heaven within waiting that you cannot seem to set down and let it take its time to expose itself to you on its own terms. I fly in sleep. We all do. We all want to slip the surly bounds of reality... of life... of pain shoot to another universe again and again And surely our best opiate to gravity and the fetters of breath is just to sleep it off and be anything,nothing,something other than what we are,have been,will be and thus our addiction grows to it grows toward sleep. When we sleep our eternal sleep will it be eternity of constant flying no living no dying or will it be reality and our short time here merely the dream? Did you ever consider it like that? OK man... So- I had a dream the other night that I was in a flight hangar in Germany in WWII. I was trying to show Hitler, two nazi soldiers, and Eva Braun how to use a pistol to kill themselves, as the armies were closing in. I would unload the gun and in english explain and show how you put it to your head and pull the trigger, then I would load it and give it to Hitler. He would take it from me and repeat what I did- unload, put to head, pull trigger, reload, then hand it back. I got frustrated because I didnt want him to unload it but I didnt know german well enough to tell him how I wanted him to do it. Eventually I got too upset and I did them all in myself by pistol whipping em to death. Then the dream got real wierd... lol) I hopped in an american F-14 and took off for my house. As I was flying, I remmber the sound- the same sound a single engine prop-plane made, permeated the cockpit. brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr the same droning noise I remember from my time in flight school. LOL. A prop-plane sound for a jet powered craft! LOL! Anyhow I flew home and landed in my own driveway. I laugh about it now cause my driveway is only 100 feet long and I remember purposely cutting it short cause there is a part of my drive where the septic tile runs to the septic field and I didnt want to touch down there because I didnt want to crush the tile with the heavy F-14. I popped out of the plane and like any other day I greeted the dog, went into the house, had dinner, laid down to bed, and then woke up out of the dream for real.:lol: :lol: :lol: SO.... What do you have?