<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post4357080453080486100..comments</id><updated>2010-03-02T05:37:33.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on U N L O A D E D: The Nightmare Files</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/feeds/4357080453080486100/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>unloadedone@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-1792766928373643147</id><published>2010-03-02T05:37:33.570-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:37:33.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird nightmares. But I've had weirder. When I was...</title><content type='html'>Weird nightmares. But I&amp;#39;ve had weirder. When I was young, I dreamed that my alarm clock dropped in a vat of toxic waste in beside my bed, mutated, and went on a homicidal rampage, killing my best friends. Seriously. I did.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/1792766928373643147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/1792766928373643147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1267526253570#c1792766928373643147' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570165135981686349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-5611373182610648618</id><published>2007-09-04T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:57:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nellioness - I hope you can sleep again and have i...</title><content type='html'>Nellioness - I hope you can sleep again and have it be a very blissful one.  It is not a nice dream but I hope you can get around it and I'll take those smiles any day.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5611373182610648618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5611373182610648618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188950220000#c5611373182610648618' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-3738075343591744974</id><published>2007-09-03T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:28:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Ricardo! I got it.Well-well... I'm not g...</title><content type='html'>Thank you Ricardo! I got it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Well-well... I'm not going to sleep anymore! Never! ;D Cause I don't want this dream come back to me.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;~My smiles to you~</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3738075343591744974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3738075343591744974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188829680000#c3738075343591744974' title=''/><author><name>Nellioness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229162364029935267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-5489969176232614513</id><published>2007-09-02T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:33:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motan thanks for stopping by.  If dreams can hold ...</title><content type='html'>Motan thanks for stopping by.  If dreams can hold the answers to our problems I'll have to start going to sleep thinking about the problems like you say.  It does make sense.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5489969176232614513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5489969176232614513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188743580000#c5489969176232614513' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-2459609002500700271</id><published>2007-09-02T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T06:28:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, in one of my psychotherapy course one teacher ...</title><content type='html'>hi, in one of my psychotherapy course one teacher told that if we have a question for our life try to get to sleep with that question in ur mind. somehow the answer it will come ... but in the unique form of subconscious .</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/2459609002500700271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/2459609002500700271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188728880000#c2459609002500700271' title=''/><author><name>MoTane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05086354319197390487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-1264409775519875957</id><published>2007-08-31T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:43:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meleah the same to you and let's hope you forget t...</title><content type='html'>Meleah the same to you and let's hope you forget the bad dreams and remember the good ones.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/1264409775519875957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/1264409775519875957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188603780000#c1264409775519875957' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4157576964731181369</id><published>2007-08-31T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T17:31:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knows what the hell THAT dream means. I am jus...</title><content type='html'>Who knows what the hell THAT dream means. I am just GLAD I dont remember anymore of my dreams!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Wishing you a safe and happy holiday weekend.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4157576964731181369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4157576964731181369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188595860000#c4157576964731181369' title=''/><author><name>meleah rebeccah</name><uri>http://mommamiameaculpa.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-3212510818058462620</id><published>2007-08-31T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T00:00:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill I take it the phones were quite busy and left...</title><content type='html'>Jill I take it the phones were quite busy and left you traumatized. LOL!  I've had such dreams like that myself.  They are awful.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3212510818058462620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3212510818058462620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188532800000#c3212510818058462620' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-3330727544545788296</id><published>2007-08-30T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:08:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've heard that one too Maritza, &amp; it makes a lot ...</title><content type='html'>I've heard that one too Maritza, &amp; it makes a lot of sense to me, since you really are making all the people and other things in your mind.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When I did phone volunteering for a radio station earlier this month I had dreams with ringing telephones, so that kind of speaks to Ms.Q's garbage theory I guess.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3330727544545788296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/3330727544545788296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188526080000#c3330727544545788296' title=''/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10439582294571462742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-7726690812654064492</id><published>2007-08-30T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T20:45:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MsQ-Thanks for the link love if you write the stor...</title><content type='html'>MsQ-Thanks for the link love if you write the story and it's nice to see so many people having this recurring High school nightmare.  I feel so united with my fellow dream freaks.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/7726690812654064492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/7726690812654064492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188521100000#c7726690812654064492' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4818056357862635144</id><published>2007-08-30T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:44:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure what is up with returning to high school....</title><content type='html'>Not sure what is up with returning to high school. I think most people go back there in dreams every so often. My guess is that it's because for many of us it was a time of transition (duh) and we were figuring out who we were and everything just felt so vivid. I mean, the hormones and physical changes and emotional upheavals - for most of us, high school was memorial (good or bad). &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When I go back to high school it's kind of funny. I go back but I'm the current me emotionally. So I may look like I'm 15 or whatever, but I'm really 42 in my head. Hmm...maybe I should write a post about this instead! Yeah, I think I can wring something outta this.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As you would say..stay tuned...(and I'll be sure to link to this post...)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4818056357862635144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4818056357862635144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188517440000#c4818056357862635144' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Q</name><uri>http://qmusings.com/blog/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-5670581784907276623</id><published>2007-08-30T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:14:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Kate and you the same.  I think hell will b...</title><content type='html'>Thanks Kate and you the same.  I think hell will be very interesting indeed given the company and a much better party scene.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5670581784907276623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5670581784907276623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188497640000#c5670581784907276623' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-5502504300712667770</id><published>2007-08-30T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:58:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lol ya its kinda like going to Hell... at least th...</title><content type='html'>lol &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;ya its kinda like going to Hell... at least there will be good company! lol&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Have a good day!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5502504300712667770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5502504300712667770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188496680000#c5502504300712667770' title=''/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06481533361253699464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-8396775130859929267</id><published>2007-08-30T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T13:57:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBE - The execution dreams sound scary to me.  Cou...</title><content type='html'>BBE - The execution dreams sound scary to me.  Could it be related to what's going on with what we talked about privately?  The house may not be so weird. It's your home and homes give a sense of security.  Losing such is a major source of stress.  The ex dream is a total drag.  I think that may just be your mind trying to annoy you.  I agree we have the 2 types of dreams you discussed.  It's very true.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Enemy - Thank you so much for the plug and glad you liked the series.  In all honesty I don't think you're going to really like Dead Like Me which sort failed on Showtime.  There's a reason for that and I'll let you discover why for yourself. It only went 2 seasons so it should not be too long.  So you also had the High School one a lot.  Me too.  What was so critical that it must still haunt me now?  I really can't think of anything back then.  The period was vapid.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8396775130859929267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8396775130859929267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188496620000#c8396775130859929267' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-8768002681161286400</id><published>2007-08-30T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:04:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had nightmare number 3 a lot. I think it has ...</title><content type='html'>I've had nightmare number 3 a lot. I think it has to do with unresolved issues. I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. It's scary because I will scream and lash out in my sleep. I've hit my husband so many times while sleeping that he could probably press charges. It makes you hate to sleep.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Gave ya another plug on my blog.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8768002681161286400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8768002681161286400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188489840000#c8768002681161286400' title=''/><author><name>Enemy of the Republic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17342253341470198835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08373866394475933043'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-2788038460637766468</id><published>2007-08-30T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T09:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe that there are 2 types of dreams.  There...</title><content type='html'>I believe that there are 2 types of dreams.  There are the dreams caused by random neurons firing and there are dreams where you are trying to work out issues.  I would say all of yours (except the eel) are the latter.  Just off the cuff, they seems to have to do with losing control to other peop[e.  (Excuse my bad writing this morning, I just got up)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I've found that the dreams caused by the drugs eventually go away.  I wonder if maybe you weren't sleeping well before the medication and became exhausted and now you are playing catch up.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have recurring dreams constantly.  My dreams seem to have 2 recurring themes.  1)I always dream about houses. Kinda hard to expain.  2)I  have a recurring nightmare about an ex.  He is the last person I want invading my sleep.  &lt;BR/&gt;A couple of times I had dreams that I was about to be executed.  That was horrible.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I have several good crockpot recipes for you.  Okay, do you want to hear something wierd?  As I was writing this, I suddenly remembered that I dreamt about a crockpot last night.  I think that maybe it's because the weather feels sort of autumnish tonight.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/2788038460637766468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/2788038460637766468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188481200000#c2788038460637766468' title=''/><author><name>Behind Blue Eyes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108734433251708783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4969415218886421505</id><published>2007-08-29T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:00:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas - LOL! I have had those dreams to where my ...</title><content type='html'>Thomas - LOL! I have had those dreams to where my job is around my bed and I'm naked as well and then I have this fear that I too am late and that I'm going to get fired.  I think it has something to do with Job anxiety.  You love it so much you don't want to lose it.  Then these crazy dreams kick in.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4969415218886421505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/4969415218886421505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188435600000#c4969415218886421505' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-683715428453100763</id><published>2007-08-29T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:57:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nellioness, thanks for dropping in.  You're dream ...</title><content type='html'>Nellioness, thanks for dropping in.  You're dream is very interesting and while I am no expert, I think it means that you may be at a big transition or crossroads in your life and you need to take that next big step.  What that is exactly, I don't know.  But it is scary to do.  This is my hunch as to what it means.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Meleah - LOL!  That dream is classic!  Could it mean that you and the staff are overworked and at each others throats?  Is your boss good or evil?  Glad you can't recall the others because they usually are not fun.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;MSQ- I have also had the running in place dreams.  I think we all get that.  I do think the dreams are a strange rehashing of things that happened in the day or week culminating into something strange.&lt;BR/&gt;I felt very much at home becoming Jewish but lately I feel that I have not been holding up my end of the deal when it comes to being Jewish.  My job has separated me from the community at my synagogue and I feel like I've turned my back on them.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Indeed I had some worries at first that I would lose some of me when I made the commitment but this is why I became a Conservative/Masorti Jew as opposed to Orthodox.  While the conservative label may seem like this is a hardline branch of Judaism it is not, it's actually quite liberal.  I don't run around wearing a yarmulke all day or anything unless I'm in a synagogue. But I also don't eat cheeseburgers and pork chops.  That took some getting used to but the joke was that I was Jewish all along and didn't know it.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;There is also always a fear of losing everything again since it already happened once before.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And it's interesting that you too have the return to high school thing going on once and a while.  Why is that?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The 4th dream is about not being able to go back.  I think you're right.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I will read the cooking post.  I may inspire my own post.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Random - Yes I have had a few of those too where you look around and breathe a sigh of relief when you realize it was just a dream.  You can not beat that feeling.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/683715428453100763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/683715428453100763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188435420000#c683715428453100763' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-683957814414888489</id><published>2007-08-29T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:52:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't have nightmares until I took up this care...</title><content type='html'>I didn't have nightmares until I took up this career, which is odd because I really like what I do. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The dream is pretty much the same, it only changes bases on what show I'm doing or what hotel I'm staying in. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'll wake up, or sort of half wake up, I'm familiar with my surroundings and I know that I'm in my bedroom at home or that I'm in my hotel room but the movie shoot is going on all around me. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Usually, the camera is right next to the bed. Sometimes it's grips moving the bed to lay down dolly track that woke me up in the first place. Either way, I'm stuck in the middle of the hubub and chaos of a movie set, right in the middle of my bedroom and it's almost always the movie that I'm working on at that moment, which gives these half waking dreams a bit more umph because, they seem just so barely plausible when you're only a quarter awake. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My first thought is always, "Shit, I'm late. They're going to fire me and  my movie career is over."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My second thought is always, "Who told you that you could shoot this scene in my bedroom?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And my third thought is always, "Shit, I'm naked."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Apparently, this is sort of a waking dream. My girlfriend tells me that I've sat up in bed and started talking to a phantom AD and demanding that he get me the location manager.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What do you think this might say about my subconsious and my professional life?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/683957814414888489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/683957814414888489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188435120000#c683957814414888489' title=''/><author><name>Thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15126750605069711353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-23047045084830406</id><published>2007-08-29T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have really weird nightmares as well. The feelin...</title><content type='html'>I have really weird nightmares as well. The feeling of relief when you get up and realize it was only a dream is the sweetest ever!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/23047045084830406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/23047045084830406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188430800000#c23047045084830406' title=''/><author><name>Random Magus</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10719992587281654845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-5702895860969440165</id><published>2007-08-29T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:46:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your nightmares sound very vivid. I tend to think ...</title><content type='html'>Your nightmares sound very vivid. I tend to think of most dreams as sort of emotional garbage collection - grabbing the stuff that happened to you during the day and then constructing some type of story out of it. At least, that's how I explain why let's say, the cashier at the supermarket shows up in my dream and that was the first time I'd met him. No real purpose. A bit player.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I haven't had any screaming type nightmare in...I can't recall. I've had scary dreams but even those aren't nightmarish.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I do get pretty obvious repetitive  dreams about looking for something and not being able to find it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Another theme is similar to "running in place" where I just can't get anything done. So I keep getting lost, or I'm washing the floor and the mop breaks, I run out of soap, etc. etc. Usually there is something going on in my life that makes the theme fairly obvious.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I also get repetitive more freakish dreams when I take cold medications so I'm guessing that what you're experiencing is an order of magnitude greater which really sucks.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Do your repetitive nightmares have any meaning? &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;#1: perhaps you're still struggling with becoming Jewish or have some reservations, some fears that you will lose yourself in some way? Your nightmare may be using the more extreme form of Judaism to exaggerate your doubt into fear.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It could also be as SJ said that you are afraid of losing all that you have gained. Or a combination of what we both think - that is, you have gained a sense of community and spiritual connection but are afraid of losing your self. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Which may also relate to fear of love, giving of yourself totally and having the faith that the love will be returned - unconditionally. Being ostracized and having love withdrawn by a lightswitch...hmm.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;#2: I agree with SJ - probably your basic "normal" nightmare: something is out to get you and you're helpless. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;#3: I've had the ole return-to-high-school dream as well. It's never been a police state, though. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In your case, the theme seems to be that you are breaking free of social rules (as you say yourself) but everyone else is fine with it. The fact that you're running in fear from what is outside school - the police state is further pressure for you to conform. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;In looking at dreams 1 and 3, it seems that there is a lot of fear of conformity, that is, being made to conform. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;#4 seems straightforward as well. Something along the lines of "you can never go back."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Are these unresolved issues? They might be. When it comes down to it, I would think that a nightmare is what you make of it - you decide if it has meaning.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;A few months ago I may not have written so much about nightmare and dreams. However, I have been paying more attention to my own dreams (or trying to) and most of the time, my dreams seem to be "garbage collection" but almost a month ago I dreamt about the same people 3 nights in a row. I usually don't dream about anyone, much less strangers, several nights in a row! On night 3 one of the 2 people spoke to me - directly, and it was almost like lucid dreaming, I had some awareness that I was in a dream. He told me what I must do. He did it in the form of a metaphor but yeah, I got it.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;After I did what I had to do, it has been "back to regular programming".&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I'm looking forward to your "slow cooked meal" post. It makes me think of the post I wrote about the value of sharing meals or cooking for people. I think you read it already but just in case: &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;http://qmusings.com/blog/2007/06/13/an-invitation-to-dinner/</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5702895860969440165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/5702895860969440165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188420360000#c5702895860969440165' title=''/><author><name>Ms. Q</name><uri>http://qmusings.com/blog/</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-7544290214367380804</id><published>2007-08-29T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:40:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could remember my dreams. I usually forge...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could remember my dreams. I usually forget them.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I do remember ONE DREAM that was sort of a nightmare.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I was trapped in an elevator with some people from my office. (thats the nightmare) But the elevator was a shaped like a laundromat DRYER, (complete with glass window front) and when the boss came onto the elevator to press the buttons we just kept spinning around like we were on the fluff cycle....&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Anyway I am glad that I don't remember my "nightmares"....</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/7544290214367380804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/7544290214367380804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188416400000#c7544290214367380804' title=''/><author><name>meleah rebeccah</name><uri>http://mommamiameaculpa.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-8610764916239911936</id><published>2007-08-29T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:13:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Ricardo, this is a veeeery interesting topic ...</title><content type='html'>Well Ricardo, this is a veeeery interesting topic to discuss, indeed. And it's also nice to read through comments. You dispose people to share, I find it an important thing for a blogger. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Personally, I have a repetitive dream. From time to time I see a long bridge dilapidated, and myself staying before that bridge. Maybe it symbolizes my life? Frankly, I'm scared.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8610764916239911936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/8610764916239911936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188389580000#c8610764916239911936' title=''/><author><name>Nellioness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14229162364029935267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-946751586283920530</id><published>2007-08-29T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T06:32:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird nightmares. But I've had weirder. When I was...</title><content type='html'>Weird nightmares. But I've had weirder. When I was young, I dreamed that my alarm clock dropped in a vat of toxic waste in beside my bed, mutated, and went on a homicidal rampage, killing my best friends. Seriously. I did.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/946751586283920530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/946751586283920530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188383520000#c946751586283920530' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12570165135981686349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-395908238047667365</id><published>2007-08-29T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:26:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SJ - Please there's enough fighting going on over ...</title><content type='html'>SJ - Please there's enough fighting going on over there.  What every one in Israel and the Palestinian authority need to do is put down the weapons have a stiff drink and party like it's 1999.  Then again a 2 state solution would do wonders also.   The head hurts just thinking about all the issues over there.  &lt;BR/&gt;I do believe an electric eel would be violating the terms of the Sabbath by simply being.  Maybe the orthodox owner could knock the eel out for the day to get around the rule.  Your assessment of the first dream is accurate I think.  Having lost it all before can put one on edge of it happening again.  The past dreams could be me repressing some memories but there really wasn't anything that great for me in high school.  The haunted house one I get more.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/395908238047667365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/4357080453080486100/comments/default/395908238047667365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html?showComment=1188361560000#c395908238047667365' title=''/><author><name>Ricardo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01393234934008656683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03903665957121787945'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.un-loaded.com/2007/08/nightmare-files.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22427371.post-4357080453080486100' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22427371/posts/default/4357080453080486100' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>