Dream #6: Dreams of Being Other People

10 Jul

Untitled Art by Ben | Copyright 2010 | Dreaming Life

Untitled Art by Ben | Copyright 2010 | Dreaming Life

Having a dream where you are simultaneous you but also someone else is such a strange yet common occurrence.

Here is a short dream I had where I was someone else not just once but twice, in the same dream. The first person I barely knew, he was  someone who helped spearhead some events I was a part of and the second one is a person nearly everyone on the planet knows – Homer Simpson. What a strange thing to merge the two.


Dream Journal: 7:32 PM 10/11/99

I’m R, the PFT organizer. I’ve cut myself in a horrible accident and am bleeding all the way from my hands to my shoulder on my right arm. I’m trying to hold down the skin broken around my elbow yet it’s just bulging with overflowing blood. I’m taken to a doctor and now I’m in The Simpsons. Every one is trying to convince Marge that she didn’t not to sew up my cut. I think I’m Homer.

This ability to be someone else in a dream is, frankly, entirely weird.

Whatever concept or dream logic that allows for this feat seems to be the same principle at work when you dream of going to your friends house, except it’s not your friends house but it is, or you dream of your coworker at work, but it’s actually your best friend, but its still your coworker. And so on, all the way on down to your own identify in the dream as being someone else, all the while this being just the way it is and nothing you or anyone gives any notice to as being odd.

I am fascinated by what mechanism is at work that allows for this to occur commonly in dreams.

I would love to hear your thoughts on what you think is happening or why this is such a common experience in dreams. Furthermore, if this is discussed in any scientific theories on dreaming you’re aware of, please share!


8 Responses to “Dream #6: Dreams of Being Other People”

  1. KMG July 11, 2010 at 4:30 am #

    That’s hilarious! I have never dreamed about being a cartoon figure, though I think Lisa Simpson showed up in my dream once. For me, dreaming about being someone else means that I am really dreaming about myself, but that for whatever reason my brain doesn’t want to think about myself in that situation, so it uses a stand-in.

  2. Ben July 14, 2010 at 1:17 am #

    Maybe I watch too many Simpsons episodes? 😉

  3. jonah July 30, 2010 at 8:02 pm #

    I’ve had some of these experiences of being someone else in my dream. Perhaps our consciousness can tap into other peoples’ dreams. One of the things I do somewhat frequently when I become lucid is look for a mirror. Often I recognize the image of my waking self when I look in the reflective surface, but every now and then I’m someone completely different. An overweight asian boy, a tall african man, a woman, a cheetah. Pretty crazy stuff.

    The next thing i like to do after looking in the mirror, is swirl my hands in it and make a wormhole… then jump in. Give it a try… its rediculous fun!

  4. Natalia August 22, 2010 at 3:37 pm #

    I have these dreams a lot ,but not with cartoon characters. Like last night I had a dream That I was a Punker Guy running through a store with another guy chasing me. I don’t watch Punk movies or listen to punk music. I don’t know how to explain these dreams. D:

  5. Joshua L August 24, 2010 at 2:53 pm #

    Looking at my dream journal, about 5% of my dreams involving me becoming someone else. Some of the situations have been quite strange. Once I was a black man being chased by white supremacists. I find this odd, because people sometimes tell me that I look like a white supremacist (very fair skin, shaved head).

    I was also once a small boy and his grandfather simultaneously. Hard to explain.

  6. Cobana October 11, 2010 at 5:00 pm #

    Hello… I know this feeling pretty well… and it is really hard to explain… I once had a dream where I had the feeling of being a girl, her boyfrien and at the same time the observer of the scene.

  7. Penny September 3, 2015 at 11:51 am #

    I dream often of being other people,and often my dreams happen,but I will look at my dreams of me being someone else in a different way now, since a couple of weeks ago I dreamed I was my daughters boyfriends daughter whom I never met nor even seen… In the dream I was running being chased by someone who wanted to hurt me… I was so scared…as I looked up I saw my daughters boyfriend and he was calling me his daughter and I was thinking to myself don’t he know I’m not his daughter? When I woke from my dream I began to pray for my future son in law’s daughter… I prayed for protection and her safty. Later that day my daughter called and I ask her if her boyfriend had a daughter around 18 years old and my Daughter said yes I told my daughter that I had a dream about her last night… Confused my daughter ask me what was the dream about? I told her she was running and scared!!! My daughter starting yelling for her boyfriend!!! She said mom this just happened last night!!! She was being chased by her boyfriend who was trying to hurt her!! My daughter was like wow!!! Mom!!! And I said all Praise to God! thank you God for using me:) So now I will always look at my dreams in a whole new light….

  8. Melissa May 22, 2016 at 3:51 pm #

    I’m embarking on some research into the meaning of dreams, where you’re experiencing somebody else’s existence. If, indeed these people exist in the first instance.

    My first dream experiencing the life of somebody else; I was a young Mexican lady. Approx 18-21yrs of age. Very long dark hair worn into two long braids down to my hips. I was overweight wearing jeans, sneakers & royal blue polo top. All I could think of in my dream was how the hell was I going to find funding to support my very sick brother whom lay in bed for most of his days. Medication for my brother was all I could think of for him and nothing else. I left the house feeling utterly helpless & without hope.

    Second dream, I’m a 12-13yr old boy from a large Maori / Cook Island family. I had my female friend over & we hid / played underenath our dining table. My father was tall, quite dark and wore a singlet with dark brown / khaki trousers & shoes. My mother stood beside him as they peered under the table. He was not impressed. And told me to remove myself from under the table at once. I recall seeing a wooden laminate display cabinet with doilies on it & kitch looking crockery inside the cabinet. I felt like it was in the 1970’s with gaudy, textured decor.

    I’m not sure what to make of these dreams. Other dreams I have are nothing like the ones I’ve just described. I invite anybody that could share their experiences and or provide any reasoning behind such detailed dreamscapes.

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