Have you dreamed about chess?
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I dream about chess occasionally. But not in a sexual way, so I guess it's ok.
true story.
A few times, i have brought my left knee up to my waistline as i slept face-down in bed. I would wake up rememberiong that i thought this was a "a" or "h" file pawn move to protect my position like the Najdorf variation. i guess i didn't want the enemy knight or bishop to sneak in on a good square while my defenses were down.
i did once but it was really weird. I was about to checkmate some guy but then my pieces turned giant and started chasing me. I was like what the ****! Yeah creepy 
Funny dream I just had... I kept losing on time in the middle of a forced mate line. Grrr... maybe that wasn't a dream, that's real life too! :P.
DeepGreene wrote: Mine is recurring and goes like this:
I'm playing a game in a cave with Sigmund Freud while he smokes this MASSIVE cigar. Somebody is applauding whenever I move, but the air is so smoke-filled that it takes a few moments of squinting to realize that it's my mom, who (when not clapping) seems engrossed in the act of tuning a bass violin made of cheese.
Anyway, then Freud makes some off-hand comment about the phallic qualities of Staunton chess sets, and I turn back to him to discover that he's suddenly wearing a Toronto Blue Jays ballcap, and I notice there's a parrot on his shoulder. The parrot fixes me with this look that sends a thrill of fear up my spine and says "Queen's Knight to King's Bishop eleven."
I glance down to discover the board's squares have started to bleed out well beyond 8x8, across the table and down onto the cave floor; the parrot cackles as the whole scene starts to become one ghastly grid. Then I realize I'm naked, and when I get up to run, I fall off a cliff. (My dreams always end with a cliff.)
I'm playing a game in a cave with Sigmund Freud while he smokes this MASSIVE cigar. Somebody is applauding whenever I move, but the air is so smoke-filled that it takes a few moments of squinting to realize that it's my mom, who (when not clapping) seems engrossed in the act of tuning a bass violin made of cheese.
Anyway, then Freud makes some off-hand comment about the phallic qualities of Staunton chess sets, and I turn back to him to discover that he's suddenly wearing a Toronto Blue Jays ballcap, and I notice there's a parrot on his shoulder. The parrot fixes me with this look that sends a thrill of fear up my spine and says "Queen's Knight to King's Bishop eleven."
I glance down to discover the board's squares have started to bleed out well beyond 8x8, across the table and down onto the cave floor; the parrot cackles as the whole scene starts to become one ghastly grid. Then I realize I'm naked, and when I get up to run, I fall off a cliff. (My dreams always end with a cliff.)
I'll have whatever he's taking...
I do dream about chess but I dream more about Womens Beach Volleyball. Doctor, am I sick or is this normal?
I've dreamt during chess - then it turns into a waking nightmare as I see the move I just made.