I’m a sophomore in college and recently moved back to school two hours away from my home. I keep having dreams where I can’t find my mother, she gets lost, or in the worst cases, she dies. I’ve never had more real or painful dreams before. When she dies I collapse in my dream and am overcome with grief and tears. My crying is so real I wake up and continue to cry until I get a hold of myself and realize it was just a dream. I keep getting more and more paranoid that my dreams will get worse or are insight into something deeper. Help! —Mother Lover

So this is by far the strangest dream I’ve ever had.  I’m going to preface it by telling you that I’m female, which is the main reason why this dream was so disturbing. In my dream I was in a small bathroom, one I’ve never seen before. I was sitting on the toilet, and when I looked down, much to my shock, I had a penis.  I remember being briefly confused, and then amazed as I thought to myself, “Wow, for never having a penis before, mine is really nice!” The shock and confusion gave way to a feeling of pride. I was impressed with my newest body member.  Then for some reason I had a condom in my hand that I needed to put on.  Not quite sure why, seeing as how I was alone in the bathroom.  I spent the rest of my dream trying to figure out how to “get my penis to work” because, to my dismay, I had no idea how to use it or make it function properly.  When I woke up I was very perplexed by the dream, I’m still not sure what it means. —Chick With A Dick

I recently got engaged to my boyfriend of seven years. We don’t have any kids together but he has a daughter who is ten years old and lives with his ex-wife in a different state.  My boyfriend and I are temporarily living in different states while I attend law school. I’ve always considered myself a very independent woman but for the last two years, I’ve been very dependent on him financially as he is supporting us both while I’m in school. Several weeks ago, right after he proposed, I dreamed I was on a large law school campus. It was a prestigious law school that I didn’t get accepted to. I was in a rush to get to class. I kept cutting through lanes to find a shortcut for a parking spot but the route I chose took longer. Finally, I found a parking spot but it was still far from the building my class was taking place in. I had my boyfriend’s daughter and her baby brother with me (the child of my fiancé’s ex and her new husband).

Last night I had a bizarre dream. In the dream I was a vampire. I was hanging out in this dark mansion at night with a bunch of other people, none of whom I recognize from waking life.  I was the only vampire, but it seemed as if there were two of me; one that was watching from a removed point of view, and the other that was a twelve-year-old child vampire.  This child was quite charming, and everyone liked her, even though she was a vampire.  As I watched, she began to stalk a boy (similar in age to her), and when she got him alone she ate all of his skin off.  He remained alive, but skinless and bloody.  She then barfed all of his blood back onto him, and ate it again.  She started stalking other people in the same manner, only attacking when they were alone.  She had a voracious appetite.  I thought I should warn her that this behavior might not be acceptable to the others, but she ate my skin off and, as I was sitting there a gooey mess, patiently convinced me that she was serving some higher purpose, some higher good.  All the time I recognized that she was a projection of myself—I was both she and I at the same time.  Later, everyone sat down to have a conference, during which she explained her plan, and I defended it. Nobody was convinced, and this began a heated argument, at which point I woke up.

 Any insight? —Skinless

I had a crazy dream last night. I was at the top of a construction crane—the ones they use for high rises. I should mention that I am an architect by profession. The crane was yellow and I was at the very top of it holding on like someone holds on to a ladder and I was looking down at everything below. The crane was moving in a circle, which really put me off balance. I wanted to get down, but I was paralyzed with fear of falling, as this thing spun around slowly in a circle over the buildings below. I looked down at the crane operator, and he smiled and waved.  I said, “I’m sorry! I just climbed up here to have a look.” He gave me a thumb’s up. He wasn’t worried about me at all. He trusted that I knew what I was doing as he spun this thing around. I finally started to climb down like a ladder and I met two other guys. They were also hanging on ladder-style. At one point, an elevator the size of a small phone booth rushed by, and the other guy holding on moves his hands just as it passes so it doesn’t knock him down. And I’m thinking, “Man! These guys do this all day, and they don’t get tired and they have no safety harness…..that’s pretty amazing.” So I’m shooting the breeze with them, but I really want to talk about how I’d love to find a way to get that elevator to come by, so I can get in and get down. But there was a feeling of not letting go of the rungs, to grab the other rungs to get down and just being a bit frozen like a cat in a tree hanging on. Any thoughts? —Hanging On for Dear Life

“I’ve had a couple of dreams lately where at some point in my dream I become aware that I am dreaming. I don’t wake up, but I actually feel awake and can control my thoughts as I do when I’m awake. For example, I’ve had a reoccurring dream where I am in my childhood bedroom (I haven’t lived there for 20 years) and I see myself sleeping on the bed and the room looks exactly the way it did when I was 8. I see the ceiling fan above me and I look down and notice that I am asleep on the bed. Then I tell myself that I am dreaming and I that I can fly because it’s just a dream. And then I float up really easily toward the ceiling and enjoy my flight. What does this mean? It’s weirding me out.” —Wide Awake Fast Asleep

“My ex and I have been broken up for nearly a month, but I continue to have reoccurring dreams about him. In all of them he is trying to murder me. I’ve lost track of the number I’ve had, but they all involve him, a knife, and me waking up in complete terror. The first one actually occurred shortly before we broke up after he had informed me that he no longer knew if he was in love in me. In all of them he has made a point of laughing each time he stabs me. It’s reaching the point where I’m trying to avoid sleeping just because I don’t want to wake up screaming. Can you tell me what’s causing these and if I can expect them to stop soon? —Sleep Deprived

“I had this really weird dream the other night about having a baby. I’d already given birth and the baby was with a group of other babies who were being given up by their mothers for whatever reasons. I didn’t recognize mine at first and started playing with another one. Then I realized it didn’t look like me and went over to the baby that I was sure was mine. I had decided to give the baby up for adoption because I knew I was in no place to have a baby right now—I’m 20 years old, in college, and single—but the more I played with it the more I didn’t want to let it go. I started breast-feeding it at one point, but I tried to do it covertly because I was afraid that I wasn’t allowed to feed it seeing as how it wasn’t really mine anymore. I knew in my dream that I couldn’t keep the baby but I kept going to visit it and hoping that no one would adopt it.

A few months earlier I had a similar dream. I realized I was seven months pregnant and got scared that I hadn’t felt the baby kick yet. Then immediately it started moving around. Someone stole it from me when I was about to give birth and I was on this mission to get it back. I was on the run at the time because the people who had stolen it were also after me. I woke up before I found it. What gives in these dreams?” —Too Young to be a Mother

I had a really weird dream last night. I went to work at the restaurant where I wait tables, but I had a major problem. My left foot fell off. I was freaking out because I obviously couldn’t wait tables without my left foot. I approached my friend Dan and asked him to keep my foot for me—I trusted him to take good care of it because he is anal-retentive and has a mild case of OCD.  He put it in a solution in a large bell jar which was filled with formaldehyde. I knew that my foot was safe.

I was worried because I still needed to work and didn’t want my bosses to know that I had no left foot. I could still walk around perfectly, by the way. I started searching for my black tights, because I knew that I would be able to keep my foot on with them and because they are dark that no one would see the bloody cut or the wraps around my ankle. I borrowed a pair of tights from a co-worker, got the foot from Dan, and was going to proceed to attach my foot back on to my leg, although I didn’t actually re-attach it in the dream. Next thing I knew I was showing everyone the bloody cut and we were all in awe of how well the tights were keeping my foot on. What the hell? —Footless

“For some bizarre reason, Jason Priestley (aka Brandon Walsh from “90210”) has been a recurring character in my sex dreams since I was a teenager. Sometimes he’s the one I’m having sex with—I remember one dream in high school where we were doing it in the rain by some lake. It got really muddy and messy, but it was still hot sex. Sometimes Jason just makes a quick appearance. More recently, I remember a dream where I was getting it on in a bar bathroom with my boyfriend at the time (P.S. I am the kind of person who is disgusted by the idea of any physical contact in a bar bathroom), and right in the middle, the door swings open and there’s Jason! He was like, “Oh, sorry,” awkwardly and shut it again. But still, why is he always there? Yes, I’m a big “90210” fan, but in truth, I am much more of a Dylan lover than a Brandon girl. What does this mean?” —90210 Girl