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.

Growing up, I had a recurring dream about being chased by the Communists who'd taken over America.

Wolverines!

My long-playing nightmares include a foreign study trip for which I am unprepared, not packed, and late to the airport; cutting my hair, and committing adultery.

You have nightmares about cutting your hair, Betsy?

Scrappy always has the good sex dreams. I think she's worked through her laminated list at least five times by now.

I used to have the guerilla warfare type dreams that askye mentioned. My school was usually invaded and we were running around shooting at each other.

On the plus side, I used to regularly have dreams where I could fly. Or more properly float. When I inhaled I would rise up, and then I would slowly drift down and then I'd push off the ground and go sailing up into the air well above tree level. It was really fun.

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.

This alone is probably more information than I need to share, or you people need to know, but I've had a couple of different dreams about having sex with married Buffistas that I've met IRL.

I won't say who, because that's just too much. I feel weird even sharing that much, because I do care about the people invovled.

Learning to drive freed me from my trapped in cars anxiety dream.

The nightmare I had most often as a child involved being trapped in a moving car, usually with my sister, so it was more than just me at stake, and NOBODY WAS BEHIND THE WHEEL! I had to try and get over the very high bench seat, and then figure out how to operate the vehicle, except my legs weren't long enought to reach the pedals.

Very scary.