For me, though, the most uncomfortable dreams are the ones in which I have sex with someone I actually know IRL, and then once I've woken up and I see them the next day, I am convinced that they must know.
I've only had a few of those, but they are seriously cringeworthy.
Before I married, I had recurring nightmares about weddings gone awry. Some involved people I wanted to marry, but couldn't--the aisle would keep stretching out so I'd never make it to the altar, or we'd be on the way to our honeymoon when my husband informed me he had no intentions of ever consummating the marriage. Others involved somehow having ended up married to a stranger without knowing how it happened, and that I couldn't get it annulled because I'd already consummated the marriage and gotten pregnant without actually remembering the sex (somehow a simple divorce was never in my nightmare repertoire), marrying someone I didn't know very well or have any interest in but feeling like I couldn't back out on the morning of the wedding, and getting married, realizing at the reception we'd made a mistake, and going our separate ways, but then my "husband" refused to cooperate when I wanted an annulment or divorce so I could marry someone else because that was sinful.
Creative little subconscious I had back then.
I often dream that I go to my old high school to visit and find myself suddenly dressed in my concert unifirm, french horn in hand, and there's a concert in 5 minutes. One of 2 things or both, happen at this point: I can't find my mouthpiece, I have never seen the music. Everyone in the room is still 17 and knows it, I am the only one who is 30 and doesn't. And when I try to tell people I don't know the music, I get kicked out of the room by my old band teacher.
For me, though, the most uncomfortable dreams are the ones in which I have sex with someone I actually know IRL, and then once I've woken up and I see them the next day, I am convinced that they must know.
Worse are the ones I have of Joe cheating on me with people I know IRL and then I'm mad at them. I about took my best friend's head off one morning after one of those.
I dreamt the other night I was at a film festival and ended up in bed with Paul Giamatti. We were interrupted just before any actual sex could occur, but I was weirded out because in the dream I KNEW I was cheating on the BF and I did it anyway. The second half of the dream was all the other people at the Festival giving me the evil eye in various ways because of my sluttiness.
You know, if I'm gonna cheat and be ostracized for it, couldn't it have been with, oh, Clive Owen?
Growing up, I had a recurring dream about being chased by the Communists who'd taken over America. It usually involved lots of running up and down stairs in some kind of labyrinthine network of safe houses, empty warehouses, and the like. I still occasionally have the dream, only the villains aren't conquering Communists but home-grown fascists.
I dreamt the other night I was at a film festival and ended up in bed with Paul Giamatti.
Ok, I know that "Scrappy is me" is all vogue and stuff, but the fact that her and I are having the same, exact dreams????
Paul Giamati is contrlling us with his mind.
I often dream that I'm in college and I got married over the weekend because I was drunk and/or clueless. The guy thinks it's neat, but I'm thinking, "What am I going to tell my mother and can I get a divorce very quietly?" It's damned weird.
I often have nightmares of being hunted or stalked in some way. Those have gotten more bearable since I've had a dog, so at least when I wake up Ican reassure myself that no on ecould get ontp myhouse without a lot of barking happening. My favorite is the one where my reading lamp is emitting lethal radioactivity, so when I wake up in a panic I'm afraid to turn on the light.
Though the worst sleeping experience is when I dream that I'm doing some terribly wearying chore and wake up exhausted. I hate that.
I had a series of very vivid, erotic dreams featuring one of the female dance instructors when I was going to Arthur Murray. I thought she was kind of cute anyway, but some of the movements in the dreams mimicked dance moves and it was very awkward to go to dance the next day and dance with her.
