Really, REALLY weird dreams...

[xXGeckoXx]

Very interesting thread, I'll read it after I post. I just wanted to share mine, because I have two recurring dreams, and by recurring, I mean that I dreamed them as a child, and I still have them on occasion now. I never know when they will happen, I don't know why, but they always come back, and though the setting changes, the world doesn't.

Spoiler: Dream 1 - Flying

This one is pretty standard and cliche, your average flying/floating/falling dream. In these dreams, I have the ability to levitate myself off the ground. Now what I remember is that when I was younger, I was always able to do this to a great extend. It took some effort, but I was able to fly. I showed my parents, I had fun with it being able to rise a good 30-40 feet off the ground. This is a very real dream, as in it's not entirely lucid, but it is extremely sensory heavy. I see, hear, smell, touch, and taste everything in detail that could only really be topped by actually experiencing it. As well as my reactions, elation, vertigo, fear, the whole bit.

As the years have progressed, my ability to fly has...lessened, somewhat. When I dream, I still can float myself off the ground, but it's gotten harder. Generally, I can only fly when I feel I really need to, when my will is really in it. If I'm in danger or trouble, I can fly myself away from it, but if I'm trying to for no other reason, it's very difficult. I've also grown a bit afraid of it, because my control has lessened. I have a harder time staying up when I get up, and landing safely. More often than not now, I tend to fall, catching myself just enough so that I don't injure myself when I hit the ground. It's lent itself to a very real fear of falling, because it does hurt when I hit the ground to hard, and sometimes I will wake up and feel the parts of my body still hurting from where I landed. I suspect that fear of falling is the reason I cannot fly as well anymore, as my will to fly just isn't in it except when necessary as that fear was something I lacked as a child, but I haven't yet been able to overcome it. So that's that dream.

I had very similar flying dreams. Realistic to the point of adrenaline rush especially due to my heightened sense of motion. I wish I could do it more often.

 

[xdom125x]

A common dream that has been occuring recently features me waking up from sleep and going about my daily life. And then I wake up for real and it is 10:30(too late to go to school) and I am swearing nonstop. The weird thing about it is how real it seemed.

 

[BenzSmoke]

Here's one:
I'm standing on a sort of wooden walkway or dock, in the middle of the swamp. Across an expanse of greenish water and swamp trees I see a cave in the shape of a human skull. I'm a treasure hunter and I know there is treasure in that cave. However there are also a lot of alligators in the water, I can't see them but I know they're there. So I think "I'll just fly over to the cave." So I backup the walkway as far as I can and begin to run. As I reach the end of the walkway I jump into the air and begin sailing toward the cave. Unfortunately I jumped the wrong way and hit the upper jaw of the skull-cave... with my face. As I fell into the swampy water below all I was thinking as I fell was "PHHHHUUUUUU-" then I got eaten by an alligator and woke up.

 

[Bernzz]

A new one I had a few nights ago:

Spoiler

I'm in some sort of war. I can't remember if it was medieval style, or modern style combat. That part is all fuzzy. But yeah, it was either swords and shields, or guns and shit. Anywho, I invade the enemy camp, and go to the command tent. Inside...is my Year 11 + 12 Maths Studies teacher.
I was like "Ms. Christelow! But why?" and she said something I can't remember.

Then I woke up and my mind was all:

 

[BlueGlowstick]

My sister has had dreams about her teeth falling out & each time she dreams this dream my aunt loses a tooth.

I once dreamed that Fran Drescher died. And I keep having these vivid dreams of the drummer of my gave band dying in different ways.

 

[FallenTraveler]

I often have odd dreams, but the one I had last night is pretty strange.

Spoiler: long shtuff

Okay, I have this ex GF who I loathe, so my dream was about her.
so we are hanging out in my house, we are talking about good times and what we've been doing, everything seemed friendly though I was a little standoff-ish, but we kept talking, and it got to the point where I asked her about what she had been doing after our relationship, and asked if she had done things with other guys (yknow "things") and she initially reacted with a no. I quickly said,"yeah, right..." and she responded with a "yeah, youre right, there have been other guys".

Now this is where things got weird, because I reacted, and was extremely pissed off in my dream, I just told her to leave and get out. She started crying and threw herself at me, telling me how she was sorry she had ever done it, and how she shouldnt have.

I just dont get why I have dreams like this, I have one every few months, with changing scenery and conversations, but they always end the same... My personal view is that im still hurt from everything that happened and my lack of trust in her(even though she never cheated or anything... that I know of)... but still idk what to make of it.

TL;DR : I have issues with my ex gf because we had a really awful relationship for the last few months of it

 

[irani_che]

when i dream i am in rapture,
it tells me i have been on the xbox too much

 

[Vault101]

I had a pet catfish, he lived quite hapyly outside of the tank but thourght he was dead because I neglected him like all my other pet fish

I was trapped inside left 4 dead even though ive never playes the game...i was in a park at night with the others then the zombies started emerging from the shadows it was really scary

 

[Sarah Kerrigan]

I once had a dream where I was in Splatterhouse. Dr.West was conducting some experiment on me when Rick Taylor busted into the room. I can't remember the rest though.

All I remember was that it was creeper then shit.

 

[Sion_Barzahd]

I've been playing a lot of assassins creed, and reading way of the shadows lately, so i have gotten a very "stealth assassin" thing on my mind. It shows in my dreams.

I've dreamt i was a wetboy (term for slightly magically enhanced assassins in the book i'm reading) and i had just stabbed someone with a blade similar to the AC hidden blade, their blood soaked my clothes and there was this very dark moment where i felt as if all their warmth was being soaked up by me as the blood turned the front of my shirt a red so deep it was almost black.

Then the dead persons face became a squid and scuttled off. I blame robert rodreguiz for that one. All his fault.

 

[RedxDecember]

I had recently taken part in a absolutely harminous match of Zombies in Black Ops. Everything went perfectly, I had a great time with some close friends and it was my first time getting to use the teleporter. One thing that sent chills down my spine was having to monitor the crawlers so my teamates could repair the doors. They followed me,the crawlers, their mouths agape as they reached for me desperately, like I was a saviour and a snack. All the while leaving a sickening trail of blood where ever they went.
A few weeks later I had a dream I was in the steel stairs in same map- Kin Der Toten- and this was all happening first person view with the same art style of Call Of Duty. The cartoon Joker was there with zombie clowns. Oh yes, zombie clowns. He said "Go get em' boys!" In that high pitched laugh, and they chased me. I ran up the stairs when suddenly the floor collapsed, and I was left hanging on the edge. One zombie was holding onto my leg, which I then proceeded to kick desperately. I realized this clown was alive and not a zombie, but I didn't care. I continued to kick him until he fell into the darkness which had consumed the other undead. I pulled myself back up and found a nearby sledgehammer to defend myself. Suddenly, from the entrance of the doors sprang more clowns, and I swung wildly until the floor was red and crumpled with dead-again bodies. Then, somehow, I was in a mine cart, going down a massive dark cavern. It was almost like a zombie themed rollercoaster, with the Joker and his men heckling me as I flew down the track. Then I was out in pure, white light with my sledgehammer, and I walked out the door of a 1940's house similiar the ones in the Fallout 3 black and white simulation quest. Everything was in sepia tone. I ran to the end of the gates and tried to get out, but it was blocked with a invisible wall like the demo limits or a sandbox boarder. Then behind me I saw the woman splicer, only feet away from me. I swung at her with the sledge hammer but it had no affect. She just kept coming. I saw the zombies gather outside of the gate, slowely pushing through. I was getting tired swinging the heavy, unbalanced sledge hammer, and I knew I would die.

Then I woke up.

EDIT: After I review, I realize my grammer sucks, and that weird shit with the lady splicer might be a analogy (or whatever) of how I have problems with the ladies. Also I think the mine cart was because of my addiction to MineCraft...

EDIT: Sorry, just one more, but I think the clown I kicked down was another analogy for a kid I left behind when my "popularity" rose in High School because he wasn't like all the other weirdo's or zombies.

 

[Bloodstain]

GAH! I wrote a really long text, accidentally closed the tab and nwo it's gone. ARGH.
Okay, again.
Try to analyze this.

I was in a train. It wasn't a normal train, there weren't seats or anything. Also, the wagons were huge from the inside. From the outside, however, the train was normal-sized.
I was in a wagon with a lot of children and (I think, I can't quite remember) a middle-aged man who was (again: I think) a little bit stout/corpulent. Something happened (can't remember what) and two of the children (boy and girl) began to ran away. I somehow knew they weren't allowed to do this. I shot the both of them (don't know which order) dead with a pistol. I know for sure that this was the right thing to do. The other children remained calm and the man (if it was a man to begin with, see above) praised me for shooting them.
Suddenly, I had to go outside the train onto the platform. The whole platform and train station was knid of brown-ish. There was a man in a dark suit (I also think he was bald) wanting to sentence/punish me for shooting those two children. I was scared and suddenly, I was back inside the train in some kind of staircase. There I showed my big brother something I suddenly had: Something ball-shaped that, after dropping it on the floor, ignites and generates all kinds of nice things (toys, sweets, etc.).
I went into a wagon with lots and lots of huge wrapped presents. I accidentally dropped my whole basket of said thingies and was afraid of a potential nice-things-overflow. Luckily, only some small things emerged.
There the dream ends and I wake up.
Oh boy.

 

[SkyeNeko]

I had a dream that i was being chased down a single floating red carpet by a tornado. it didnt stop till we got to the end (a big tub of glass bottles that i was hanging onto). the tornado started eating the bottles -_-;

 

[Taldeer]

I once dreamed of a bullpen illuminated from above by spotlights. It was circular and pretty big, and there was a lot of sand on the ground. I could see the bullpen very well, I was right outside, but out in the distance everything faded to black. It wasn't an arena though, just this corral in the middle of an endless sandy field. I was wearing a black tuxedo with a white handkerchief in the breast pocket and I was very scared. The door to the bullpen started opening and this huge black angry bull charged at me. It impaled me on his horns which went directly through my chest, but somehow, in the dream logic, I was able to look the bull in the eye as it lifted me off the ground. I was petting the bull on the head and then I looked at my chest and I saw the handkerchief had turned into a white rose, that was slowly turning red because of the blood it was sucking up from my wounds (like in Oscar Wilde's story The Nightingale and the Rose). I woke up with a start...

 

[Eric_Autopsy]

The one where you have sex. Always sooo wierd waking up from that.

 

[Turkey Braveheart]

This has to be one of the wierdest:
I was on a desert planet attacking a base with a MK1 British Tank from World War 1 and a team of alien mercenaries. But then, my tank crashed into one driven by an alien, squid-woman mercenary soldier of mine. As we crashed I was teleported into the base's control room. I was wearing a blue uniform, eating a giant blue rice crispy square and people were having sex all around me. Then, a group of zombies, using what I can only guess were cutting torches, cut through the metal door protecting the control room and attacked.

Finally, I woke up. Thoroughly confused.

 

[shiajun]

Two weird dreams.

A) First one. I kind of eventually figured what the dream was telling me, but I'd like to hear some other takes on it. It was a recurrent when I was about 15 years old. Here goes.

I am standing at the top of this circular amphitheater, all the way up on a tower. It is all bathed in this eerie grey light. It is night, but the sky is all black, no stars, no moon, nothing. There's no light source and everything is absolutely still. On the opposite side of the amphitheater is another tower, and at the top there's another person. Only this person is also me, looking back at me. In order to communicate with my other self I yell but the moment I do the entire space around me warps and twists, no sound coming out of my mouth. The warping air presses on my ears and makes me feel completely deaf. Until I stop "screaming" the space returns to its normal state with my other self still looking back at me from the other side. This scream/pressure keeps on going until one of my screams is so loud that the pressure on my head makes me wake up.

Odd, huh?

b) so yeah, by now everybody's seen Inception, but a lot of years ago I had some variations of dream within dream for some months. In fact, sometimes it would be dream within dream within dream within dream. I would wake up from a dream and actually feel like I was awake, even talk to people and comment on the dream I just had and then I'd wake up again. I would sometimes would think back on that weird dream within dream stuff and then I would wake up again. Only one time were there about three layers of waking up but when I actually woke up for the last time I didn't know what was real anymore. I guess this is why inception reaaaaaaaally got to me.

 

[Sn1P3r M98]

I was in some abandoned, Silent Hill-esque town, running from a whole cult full of Slendermen (Slendermans? Slendermun? How is 'Slenderman' pluralized?) They kept popping up from every shadow, so I kept running until I got tired and hid in an abandoned laundromat. One of the Slendermen caught up at last and... gave me a new pair of shoes and patted me on the head.

Slendermen sounds right. Still sounds like a fucking scary dream though.

OT: I had a dream where I woke up and walked out to my living room, and said hello to my father, who was sitting in his usual position at the computer chair. He then turned around with a SPAS-12 in his hands and shot me. I woke up after I hit the ground in the dream.

Analysis: All-nighters of Nazi Zombies give you strange dreams.

 

[Creator002]

Doom. That is, the very first Doom.

Worst graphics I've ever had in a dream.

 

[adamson1000]

Okay i swear to god this happend. So a couple years ago I had this dream that I was in telutubi land and Tinkywinky(purple), Lala(yellow, Dipsy(green, and Po(red) was there and it was a playground. Then in the distance i saw this telutubi with a knife walking slowly and then sped up. Soon he was running toword me catching up so i ran as fast as i could around the playground. As i was running Tinkwinky put out his foot and tripped me and i fell down. As i was trying to get back up the telutubi with a knife lunged at me Altair style and i woke up. I had one messed up childhood