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#1

Contrary to popular believe, a large percentage of

people actually have dreams, nightmares, and/or visions that do not have to do with

Pixar. These unusual specimens are curiously known as "normal"people –

you can often see them roaming the streets and interacting with others of their species…when they’re not

sleeping, that is…

Please, share your most intriguing,

intimidating, and mysterious dreams with us, so that we can all die contentedly…knowing that we are not the

only ones who can be classified as “normal”. :wink:

#2

I never dream about

Pixar… well except that one time with the weasels… but that’s another topic. My dreams would give Salvador

Dali inspiration.

#3

Despite a lot of my

dreams having nothing to do with Pixar, they will seem a bit abnormal… but I guess that’s what dreams are,

heh.

I have dreams almost every night. Last night (or the night before), I had a dream that I was helping

somebody fish. I was a terrible fisher, and the bait line would always drop in front of me and the fish would get

the bait. At some point, I grabbed some bait and slightly dipped my hand in the water… and a normal-sized fish

swallowed my fist. It was such a weird feeling… I can still remember it. So I spend most of the time trying to

get the fish off my hand, which I was eventually successful in doing.

The dream switched to me being back

in my assistant-secretary job that I had in the summer, but it’s pretty difficult to explain so I won’t get

into it. Sometimes, my dreams are so weird I have an incredibly hard time trying to explain them.

I keep

some of my dreams in my journal. Next time, I’ll pick something out and post it here.

#4

I once dreamt of Steve Buscemi playing snooker.

And…thinks Yep, that’s about it. I don’t do dreaming.

#5

I usually don’t dream. But most of my dreams are about me

or the Incredibles. Sometimes both.

#6

Oh, don’t get me started on

strange dreams. I’ve had my fair share… actually weird dreams seem to outnumber more “normal”

dreams.

A few highlights:

-I once dreamt that I was the daughter of two of characters on my

favorite TV show (JAG), and was helping the CIA agent character save “my high school” from

terrorists.
-I once dreamt that I was accompanying those same two JAG characters on a case in Russia, only we

were driving around in my dad’s old beat-up VW Bug.
-I’ve dreamt I was a Power Ranger multiple times.
-I

once dreamt I was a princess on the run from a forced marriage, and while I couldn’t fly exactly, I could jump

high and far without hurting myself, and shoot energy blasts from my hands. (That one was kind of like watching

myself in a video game…)
-I once dreamt that I was escaping a facility where women were being used to supply

the world with chicken.
-I keep having this dream where I am wandering around in the exact same series of

hallways, which in my dream is part of my church, but it’s nothing but stairwells and doors that lead to

nowhere.

And though by now, I’ve probably all scared you with the deep-seated workings of my

subconscious, the (comparatively?) weird thing is that I remember all these dreams as though I actually lived

them, and they happened yesterday.

#7

I rarely remember my

dreams… and sometimes I’ll remember a few days later like totally randomly.

I once had a dream where I

took the keys off my marimba. And I was about to play my instrument and then I realized there were no keys there.

It was very strange.

I don’t think I ever remember dreaming about Pixar though…

#8

Do dreams have meanings?

(Where is Sigmund Freud

when you need him?)

#9

Yes and no.

Sometimes, dreams are just your mind picking up random thoughts… usually current ones However, one time, I did

have a dream where I saw a boy and girl from my middle school together in the rain, and then the next day they

started dating… and I had no clue they would.

#10

I think most of

the time they do. My dreams feature me stressed out and worried when I take naps when I’m not supposed to…

they tell me to wake up and do my homework… lol.

#11

Oh I had a nightmare recently, after watching 'Bowling

for Columbine’. Several kids with guns were holding the school hostage … 'twas creepy. Thankfully it was just

a nightmare, but it scared the bejeezuz outta me. :open_mouth:

#12

I barely ever have dreams. I have nightmares instead.

Mostly about dieing.

Whats strange is a year or so ago, I had a dream we were all going to die. The next

day, my cousin died of a heart attack. A few nights later I had another dream like that. The next day this lady

died while she was driving her kids to see their father. It was on the news and everything. The kids lived, but

the mother didn’t.

#13

Okay, here we go. I found this in my dream journal…

apparently, I dreamed this a little over two years ago. It’s one of my most remembered and interesting dreams.

WARNING, it is long. Haha.

[i]I was with a group of friends (I don?t know them in real life…)

and we were walking around at summer time. While walking, we came across a well. It didn?t look too big… maybe

three quarters of a metre wide. One by one, we jumped into the well. In an instant, the floor of the bottom of

the well changed into a blue and white colour, like rays of light reflecting on water. We all went right through

it and ended up in a grassy area with a wooden house not too far from us. It didn?t look urban at all. (sound

Inuyasha-ish? Hehe… it changes a bit though…)

A blonde middle-aged man lived at the house. He looked

like a farmer who was on vacation. In any case, there was a wooden crate at the front steps of his house. When

the crate opened, it looked like another well with the same blue and white ripples at the bottom. The man said we

can go through it whenever we wanted to. And so we did, one by one.

We ended up in front of a huge black

castle with small trees and blankets of grass surrounding it. We entered the castle. The main room did not look

so big. To make things easier to say, the outside of the castle looked big, but the interior looked quite small…

like that of a normal house. There was no one around and the atmosphere was silent. We didn?t know what to do,

but I advised that we kept quiet in case anyone jumped out at us.

And then, about a hundred ghosts came

from out of the walls, ceilings and floors. The young girls in my group (the group?s ages ranged from maybe 6 to

  1. The oldest one was a tall boy with brown hair and glasses… no, not Harry Potter…) were screaming and I was

trying to get away. I saw a door opened and I decided to close it. But then another ghost, which looked a lot

like a vampire, came right through. We all began to run as a group out of the main room and into the hallway.

There was a small room which was close to us, but if we went in there we would be trapped, so we kept on going.

We ended up running into a small kitchen room that had a door on the other side that led to the outside. The

ghosts were getting in the way, but I managed to open the door (with a bit of difficulty because it felt locked

for a second and then unlocked the other) and we left the castle. We had to go through a lot of green fields

before getting far enough. Luckily, the ghosts were not chasing us. At some point, we passed a group of small

trees that formed a long line. After crossing the line, the trees began to grow at an immense rate. In a matter

of seconds, the trees were tall and full grown, making us unable to go back to the castle (I assumed that this

was the ghosts? barrier from us). We found another well, jumped into it, and went back home.

In

conclusion, my dreamed seemed like a cross-over between the Inuyasha story and the Haunted Mansion story…

although I haven?t seen Haunted Mansion yet. Either way, it was still a lot of fun.

The dream didn?t stop

there, but I won?t get into huge details about the rest of it. It consisted of me being alone in a huge mall with

a small girl bugging me. Her father was around, but he didn?t care what his daughter was doing to me. At some

point, I was minding my own business and he began hitting a large stick hard over my head. I got pissed off and

tried to grab the stick away from her, but she had a pretty good grip on it with both hands. I then decided to

twist the stick around which caused her own arms to twist with it. After I was down, two bruises formed on each

of her arms. She told her father, but he didn?t care much. I left and went back to my usual shopping in the mall

but the girl kept following me. I ran as fast as I could, and although it looked like I managed to lose her, she

quickly found me. Background change. I was back at the first well, but this time, with a car. I drove the car

into the well (don?t ask me HOW that worked…) to get away from the girl, but she went in as well. When I was

back in the area with the wooden house, the car was gone. The girl was there, but instead of being human, she was

a floating leaf. She kept giggling and I was getting really pissed.

I ran up to the wooden house to find

the blonde man. The crate was there with the lid closed. I opened the lid and the floating leaf giggled again and

drifted into the well. I yelled at her to come back but she didn?t listen. Worried about what might happen if she

went into the dark castle, I jumped into the well. However, the bottom floor of the well did not change colours

(the blue and white ripples). Instead, it stayed exactly the same, so I landed on it and went nowhere. I looked

up and the man was there. He helped me get up and I asked why I couldn?t go through and he was telling me

something about how you need to feel yourself go passed the well and into the other world. It didn?t make much

sense to me, but I tried again while closing my eyes. It still didn?t work. The dream kind of ended

there.[/i]

#14

The

worst dream you can ever have is this. You are wide awake in bed and you can’t fall asleep. Then, you hear your

mom waking you up. And then you do.

#15

Wowie – this is going to be

long…

Ectoplasmicblobbything - To tell you the truth, I hardly ever dream

about Pixar either, which is rather odd…considering that I am a 100% Pixar geek. I’m rather interested to know

about your dream involving the weasels… :wink:

lizardgirl - You really like

Randall, huh? :wink: (Heheh – no offense there. No offense.)

KyrieEleison - How

interesting – it’s almost as if your dreams are distortions of the real world.

Curious…

JamieLew - Keys, eh? I wonder if they mean anything…? Probably

not, but you never know.

thatelusivemrtoad - Wow – how frightening. It

reminds me of a show I watched on TLC last night…

Abbervail Dream - My

goodness. Too bad we can’t switch our dreams to something a little more pleasant…

[b]Aggie

(concerning your two year old journal entry/dream)[/b] - Holy balony. That’s…incredibly…umm…

– incredibly bizarre. I often have dreams similar yours, so I can (almost) completely relate to the experience.

The Star Swordsman - Heh – I hear that. I have had several nightmares

consisting of that topic: I hear my mom calling me…in a dream. Then I wake up, and it’s morning.

For

your safety, I will not indulge into my dreams and extract them for your viewing pleasure – because they are

simply not pleasurable. :stuck_out_tongue:
I would describe my dreams as being bizarre, disturbing, or downright weird (it is

usually either the latter or the former (bizarre) in nine cases out of ten). I really can’t recall any – if any

– Pixar dreams I have had, with the exception of one, which I actually created in my sleep:

[i]The setting is Paris, France. It is night – the city is bustling, the restaurants are

busy, and the underground is alive with rather…diminuative residents of the suburb.

For the time being,

I am a substitute chef at a famous restaurant known as Mimi’s Cafe’, which is situated right in the heart of

Paris. (Coincidentally, this cafe bears the same name as a French cafe’ in my home town. It is one of my

favorite restaurants.) Simply stated, my father acquired a job in the city, and I was allowed to come with him

for a two-month vacation – and while there, I volunteered to become a “backround” chef in the kitchen

of the most famous eatery in town (Mimi’s Cafe’).

For the first two weeks of my extensive holiday, I

would continuously find myself laboring over a hot stove in the back kitchens of the cafe’. I chop the

vegetables, prepare the dinners and deserts, and serve as a handy-man at the end of the day, cleaning the

counters and floor well past midnight.

One night, at 9:00 PM – and five days before Christmas Day – ,

while chopping vegetables for the chefs, I accidentally dropped a carrot onto the floor. Surprisingly, this

little morsel was picked by an equally small rodent: a rat. Undaunted, I watched the little blue-furred critter

grab the now dirty piece of carrot and run off with it into a hidden crevice in a corner of the kitchen wall. I

smiled, intrigued by the rat’s boldness.

The next night, I deliberately dropped a piece of cheese onto

the floor, only to witness the same event take place again. The little rat came out and grabbed the discarded

morsel without a sign of fear. He didn’t even seem to notice me…

The third night, I rolled another

piece of cheese onto the floor with my right hand, my left tightly clutching a rounded cheese-grater behind my

back. Out came the little rat, and down came my cheese-grater…directly over his head.
Surprisingly, when

I went to pick up my captured prize, he hardly even flinched. As a matter of fact, he looked at me curiously

through his paws, which were covered over his eyes and head for protection. I told him what a rascal he was, in a

kind and gentle tone. He looked at me again, this time removing his paws from his face a centimeter or so. I told

him my name, and then asked for his. I wasn’t too surprised when he answered me and told me that his name was

Remy.
Remy described to me how he despised being pushed and shoved around by his parents and many siblings.

He told me about his passion for becoming a world-famous chef, and how his dream was never supported by his

family or friends. I began to feel sorry for the little fella. It wasn’t long before he began to get used to me,

and I to him.

After that little encounter, I eagerly awaited nightfall every single day I worked at the

cafe’, for it was then that Remy would crawl out of his hidey-hole, run up my leg, and listen to me tell stories

to him. Soon, we began to make up bizarre recipies, finally culminating in Remy making up some dish called

“ratatouille”.
I presented the dish to the head chef, Auguste Gusteau, the next morning. He

absolutely loved it…and eagerly asked for more, but not before he questioned me on who the creater of the fine

dish was.
Remy became a hero on Christmas Eve – he was the first non-human to create an award winning soup

that was loved and favored by everyone in Paris, and soon…the world. However, Remy didn’t care that he was

famous or well-known anymore. All he cared about was resting on my lap on those dreary, moon-lit nights,

listening to me tell stories about all of the animals that ever entered into my life…until he would finally

fall asleep.[/i]

Yep…that’s pretty much the only pleasant dream I’ve ever had, with the

exception of two others. I was actually smiling in bed that night… :wink:

Sorry if my post was too long. I

really should quite writing long fantasies/novels on forum boards… :unamused:

– Mitch

#16

I

remember dreaming about singing to a girl at the backyard of my elementary school because she was feeling down,

and then I heard my father’s voice in a distance. The girl and I simultaneously turned our heads to the right

(well, her left). There was a long pause, so I looked back at the girl, but then I heard my father’s voice even

louder and I almost jumped out of my bed. He drove me to school back in the day, so I guess he wanted me to get

ready, hehe.