Hi Rachael. I remember what you wrote about TheWho dream that is probably why I thought of the idea to include that sentence in the first place I would guess. I remember what you said about theWho and your dream. That is why I tried to be careful to say most people instead of nobody is dreaming about theWho. Do you think that this dream is related to theWho specifically or does he represent something more esoteric like the program philosophy that is following you around? I am not trying to psychoanalyze or anything of this sort. I am simply curious. I remember when I was having program dreams. I think that if I think about this stuff while I am awake it tends to negate my own dreams about program stuff. Anyways I wanted to apologize for making it seem like nobody is dreaming about theWho when you so obviously stated this was the case and I including many other people wrote this I should of been more sensitive to this specific concern and maybe addressed it as well. The dreams I had about program were nightmarish. Probably some of the worst dreams I've had in my life. Well, I've had some bad ones. The worst dream actually in my life would probably be this one where I watched my best friend of my whole life get smashed by a car and turn into brain matter and scrambled meat. I hate that I have violent dreams like this. I know that dream represents my fear of losing my best friend though since when I was a teenager I lost my best friend and know the day will come again when I will have to deal with this. Unless I die first which is what I am hoping for purely selfish reasons because I will probably fall completely apart I don't like dealing with death that much. After that dream my program one's were the worst I think. I remember vividly a couple dreams I had which I mine as well get into here this is as good as place as any. I hope people respond in kind and don't feel shy and tell us about their dreams too. I don't think dreams are anything to be ashamed of. Shame is a overrated emotion that is taught to people and has no purpose other than stifle people and their unique ability to interpret the world around them. So this first dream I had I had many , many times. The dream would keep revealing new parts in each new night. It was not a straight start to end timeline, it was like a story was being told one small piece at a time. Over time I started to remember the whole dream and it kept repeating over and over. At that point I started drinking to stop dreaming because I was waking up scared. I was waking up feeling tired like I spent the whole night fighting for my life, not sleeping or resting. The dream involved me going into a program that somewhat resembled the program I was in. Like any dream the details were different and everything had an acid trip vibe to it. The weird thing was I knew in my dream I was over 18. The dream was not me being in a program. The dream was me returning to the program on a road trip. The road trip portion of this dream was exquisite. I can recall the vivid feelings and colors of the free open road and that feeling is a good feeling to put it plainly. If I could dive in and live in that little bit of comforting feeling that this sliver of memory brings me I would. Eventually I reach the program and I don't have a clear agenda. I am drawn there for some reason. When I get there the whole place looks different but I know it's the same. Before I knew it I was right back in it. The program was a rural village that looked the the Smurfs village and we would work together in this big dirt pit under what looked like bamboo structures. We were building something for them, new housing I guess. Instead of cabins though it was very, not sure how to put this, tropical and old fashioned. The scariest part of my dream is what comes in the next portion of the dream, the part I remember most vividly, at least hte emotions involved. There is one big room that I found myself in. It looked like a dog kennel or sorts, like when you go to the pound. There was a bunch of kids, each locked into their own crawl space on the side of the walls. I found myself forced into one of these and it kept getting smaller. And smaller, until it felt like it was crushing me. I finally realized it was crushing me and I couldn't do anything about it. I started to panic and scream for help as I feel my body squashed down further and further until I am only about the size of a folded pillow. And that's how i remain. Squashed up no bigger than a pillow in this large metal, trash compactor of a contraption used to crush down kids to make room for more. It was very scary and very real and the worst part was I felt like I could never get out. Sometimes I would even realize in my dream mind that I didn't belong there, and I would scream I didn't belong there. I wasn't lucid dreaming to the point I knew I was dreaming, but I knew something wasn't right, this was not supposed to be this way. There was never an end to this dream story, I always woke up after the crushing part and I don't know if I ever got away I haven't had this dream in a couple years now. Hopefully now that I've revisited it , it will not re-occur that would suck. I am fairly clear what this dream represents. It is so real. So vivid. So violent. I can't even explain it. My next dream I want to talk about is set more in a hospital of settings. This is a completely different dream landscape. The lighting, colors, smells, emotions, everything is different in this dream. I start out in a modern city. Much more modern than you see today, like a city you would see in 50 years perhaps. I am happy and doing well. For some reason I am in a magnificent resort. A resort that could not possibly exist today because of it's magnificent beauty and oneness with the Earth and ability to put you at east. It's funny how my nightmares start off with such elaborate situations that seem so positive at first. The place is made of marble,it is absolutely first class. A place I shouldn't be. But yet there I am, and I belong there, I don't question it in my dream reality, I just enjoy it for what it is. As if me and everyone expects this life. Eventually this calm is broken and like many of my dreams I am running from a group of people. These people I run from in many of my dreams are a variety of people so I won't get into that. Nobody specific in this dream, I didn't even know who I was running from but I knew they wanted to kill me. So I ran into the city and was hyperventilating I was trying to think and run so fast. Eventually I reached this awesome looking, geometrically shaped shiny building that looks like no building I've ever seen in real life, it was beautiful. I went into this building. The next thing I know I am inside the building not as a patron or guest but I was being interrogated. They wanted to know things about me and things I had no idea about. This place was like 50 years in the future so I had no idea what these people were talking about. They were all wearing funny clothes and funny hats. The facility I was locked in was large. Very large, so large most of my dream is spent being lost in this maze of a building trying to escape. Every once in a while I meet another person and have interaction with them but everybody seems incapable of understanding me. I am completely alone and everyone I try to explain things to just speaks giberish, displays monsterish facial expressions and I can only hear garbled noise from them so I run after realizing this. The last part of this dream is this large triangular open area. It looks like a big triangular swimming pool with a small part opening to the outside. Remember how I described the feeling of being outside on the road trip that is what I felt when seeing the outside and went towards it. The whole room was full of people lined up. They would dive in the giant triangular pool and swim towards the opening. I walked around the people lined up and walked to the facing the outside. It led to a rocky cliff with waves smashing against it. Not a very inviting exit. I tried to get away upstrairs but the building just keeps going up and leads to more locked floors with more doctors who want to do unecessary surgery and tell me I am dying of disease even though I am not. I later returned to the pool and jumped in right near where the opening leading outside was going to and instantly felt the rush of sea current and bubbles and powerful waves. I feel myself being pummelled against the rock and surprisingly I don't need to breathe under the water. I cannot make it to the surface but it doesn't matter because I don't seem to need to breathe. Then I wake up. These are two dream landscapes, I would call them. I call them that because they were elaborate stories that I only began to scratch the surface of. These landscapes over time build into very real memories. These places start to feel real, and the mind seems to want to return to them. These dreams I haven't had for a while though. My current dream landscape is similarly disturbing but filled with current life dramas that occupy my mind these days. I did have program dreams when I started to try and ignore this topic for a while though. I figure its easier to deal with in the waking world for me at least. I smoke to help me with my dreams I only dream for a couple hours before I wake up instead of the whole night usually. When I was in treatment I was given trazadone which is sleeping help medication and boy did I have the craziest dreams in my life. One of the side effects of that medication is night terrors. That was some freaky shit. So I hope you don't think I meant to belittle your dream story by saying people don't deal with that and I Completely understand about having re-occuring dreams about this stuff. I could easily classify my dreams every night as nightmares, but by this point I am so used to them I just call them dreams. What I don't like is how violent my dreams are. Everyone is trying to kill me and they force me to try and kill them. Just now I am remembering my dream from last night in which I had to stab this person with one of those circular weed hoes I think they are called the claw. That was just the last minute or so before I woke up. I don't think my mind ever rests because I wake up most mornings and have to seriously think about what just occured and try to purge the emotions from it and tell myself they aren't real so don't carry them around. I am trying to think back when I was a kid if I had good dream or not but I think I've always had fairly scary, violent and just flat out weird dreams for as long as I can remember. Anyways that was v ery long winded stoner rant take it for what it's worth, absolutely nothing. Have a nice day and I hope you are doing well whoever read this . Pleasant dreams.