I had exactly the same thing from about 5 to 12. I must be a mental though, as the object was a tiny little dwarf man who was carrying a railway sleeper. The sleeper kept getting bigger and bigger, and the little man just stayed the same size. I use to wake up drenched in sweat.

However, the worst re-occuring nightmare was something much more bizzare. It make's little to no sense, but basically consisted of me being on the set of the eighties UK quizz show 'going for gold'. I was given some twigs and a bowl of semolina and told i have 15 mins to make a harrier jump jet. What was worse was that the opposing 3 people playing the game managed to do it and as the time ran out all i had were loads of twigs with semolina dripping off them. I dreamt this probably once a month for about 3 years and it scared the shit out of me...

I would very much appreciate some b3tan psychoanalysis
( lucosade is counting down the minutes until, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 10:50, 1 reply)

you fear
your twig-like girth becoming common knowledge, and aim to last 15 minutes at least without becoming a sleeper. You feel inadequate in the presence of other men and even women. You are competitive when this is unnecessary
(maggotriddendirtbox fast, feral and sharp as a tack since, Tue 12 Apr 2011, 11:01, closed)

bloody hell
it's all becoming clear... must be why i also have an irrational fear of being seen eating twigletts
( lucosade is counting down the minutes until, Wed 13 Apr 2011, 8:49, closed)