Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

At one point there was a big, fluffy llama (actually it was shaped more like a large camel) that was very interested in licking my face. I petted it. That was pretty good. Later, I was involved in some sort of successful criminal heist which we celebrated by having a house party in a house we did not own. Several of Fred Durst's relatives were there (I have no idea who his relatives are, and really don't know anything at all about him), including a ~20 year old sister or perhaps cousin. I got busy with her in front of everyone.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I was at an office party and sitting near Claudia Black and a few other people. I was trying to deduce if she still had feelings for me. After a while of talking and relaxing, I put my arm across her and she enjoyed it. After a little bit, she asked me to put my hand on her heart, so I did. I was trying to remember if Peacekeepers had 2 hearts or just one. Things progressed and we moved to the couch, stripped off our clothes, and got under a blanket. Yeah, at the office party.

And you make fun of your wife for watching The Bachelor while you dream about SyFy chicks fighting over your greasy hair?

mooo, you sound jotes.

Nah, Morrigan only goes for people who can actually handle DA:O on insanity.

I finally had another weird dream yesterday. I dreamt that I was saving this cute girl local shop girl (who exists in real life) from a mugging and then somehow she falls in love with me because of Florence Nightingale syndrome (i'd just watched Back to the Future)...... We went through this crazy quick romance and went to bed together.... I woke up alone in the real world.

Now that i think about it, i feel kinda sad.

Okay, another dream. This time it was genuinely weird.

So, i'm scouting around this neighbourhood. Apparently i'm some sort of relic hunter/magical artifact guy and i can somehow "sense" there's a relic nearby. I wait until the inhabitants of this house all leave and then i break in and spend quite a lot of time moving through the rooms, noting what they have and trying to home-in on the artifact. Then the people who live there start coming back after work.

I've been through the house at least once so i know its nooks and crannies and i manage to stay hidden from them and, whilst hiding, also manage to find the relic.... which is a shot glass (if this isn't some sort of freudian thing than i don't know what is!) or something similar. I have no idea what the glass does but i know it's magical. Now, having obtained the relic i just waltz out into the open where there's the people in their living room. Apparently i know them and i'm supposed to be there! I sit down on the couch after letting two or three of my female co-workers into the house to sit down and have a party with us. So we're all talking and drinking and then it hits me. The power of the relic is to make whoever drinks from it under the owner's control (don't ask me how the owner is decided).

So, and this is a bit weird, i manage to convince one of my co-workers to drink from the glass and she becomes under my control and it gets a bit fuzzy there but we start to get it on..... only, it's not really my co-worker as her body is not hers at all (actually her body somehow morphed into something i prefer) but her face and my mental acknowledgement of who she was said that it was her.

That's the end... before it actually got anywhere interesting, sex wise, my alarm woke me up.

Not quite sure how i feel about this one.... and i've not had a dream like this before.

Well, that does sound very Freudian to me... leading to sex and all. Now if she morphed into your mother, then it would definitely be Freudian... that guy had issues. :p

This was an extremely long bathroom dream. The unusual thing (for me) was that it was about pooping, not pissing.

It's an extended family gathering and we're staying at a relative's place. It's pretty big, with many bedrooms and bathrooms. I really have to sh*t, so I head to one of the bathrooms off the hall but it's occupied. I turn and check the bathroom on the other side of the hall but it is occupied. Then someone exits the first bathroom and someone else slips in. I check the bathroom in my dad's room but it's occupied.

Someone asks me, "Why don't you use the bathroom in Dad's room?"

"I checked, someone's in it."

"Use the ones in there." They're pointing to a big room with a stage and the stage has 3 toilets on it, no walls around them or anything. The room is empty and dark but I know that as soon as I sit on one, people will start coming in.

So instead, I check out another part of the house. Except now I'm a soldier in a military barracks and there's a big to-do because some criminal types have taken over a building nearby and they have hostages. I'm just trying to leave to take a crap and fellow soldiers are accusing me of being a coward and trying to shirk my responsibilities.

Then one of the hostage-takers breaks into the barracks and there's a brief firefight. I'm one of the guys who guns him down. I then do an Arnie-Running-Man rant-threat into the dead guy's camera so all his compatriots know that I'm coming for them. That's enough for me to get everyone off my back and leave to find a bathroom.

Back into part of the house that's my relative's place and I'm no longer a soldier. But before I can sh*t, I have to fix some code. I sit and make some changes to the code and compile. It's really slow and I start swearing about it. The girl standing next to me says, "Are you even hearing what you're saying?"

"What?"

"You said 'This project is a complete failure' and 'The world is coming to an end.'"

I turn to me sister who is also standing nearby. "Did I say that?" Because I'm pretty sure I didn't.

"Yes." This leaves me pensive because I really didn't remember saying those things. I calm down a bit and then it's off to find a bathroom again.

I finally have to settle on this ancient toilet in the back corner of a bedroom. I use a whole bunch of toilet paper just trying to clean rust and water off the seat and when I flush that TP, it just splashes more water on the seat. So I start to sit and start to sh*t.

Various family members come in and start to hold a conversation while I'm dropping the kids off at the pool. They're talking about my cousin's new baby and they're all dancing around the topic of how much the baby looks like me. No one's coming right out and saying that I'm secretly the father (ew) but I'm also steadfastly refusing to join the conversation because I AM TRYING TO SH*T OVER HERE, PEOPLE.

Finally though I break my silence. I tell them that it had been strongly implied to me previously that my cousin was not actually my cousin, but my sister or in some way genetically modified to be very similar to me. They're skeptical that someone could just modify her DNA like that and I point out that it had been done before she had even been born.

Eventually the conversation turns to something else I find infuriating and I discover that the toilet actually has a curtain and I angrily close it around me so I can sh*t in peace.

Then I wake up.

I had this dream last night and I was taking to my wife this morning about it. I grew my hair out, back to the Mullet I had in the 80's and my kids loved it. YIKES!!

Last night I dreamt that this really annoying English girl was visiting my family for some reason, and I was supposed to give her a ride downtown. On the way there it started snowing like crazy and everything was quickly covered in several feet of snow. Suddenly this big 18-wheeler lost control and swerved into my lane, forcing us off the road. The car was stuck in the snow so we left it and walked across this big empty field until we reached this ancient stone temple. The temple belonged to this weird order of History Monks who were responsible for making sure that certain powerful artifacts remained buried.

At this point the dream's perspective got a little fuzzy: sometimes it was me doing things, and sometimes it was more like I was watching a movie or playing a video game and watching some other character act out the dream. It quickly became apparent that this whole scenario was a sequel to something, and that I had worked for the monks previously. Also, the monks were looking after this huge super-strong guy with the mind of a child who was the result of some sort of experiment. I had rescued him, and left him in the care of the monks.

The monks informed me that The Bad Guy (no name was ever given) and his band of mercenaries had discovered the location of this suit of ancient power armour that was buried somewhere in Africa. That's right, ancient power armour. Maybe it was left behind by aliens or Hyperboreans or something, I don't know. I immediately set off to Africa to stop him before he obtained the armour and used it to take over the world or whatever.

Somewhere around this point in the dream, I stopped being boring old me and started being (or watching, or controlling) some sort of cross between Nathan Drake and Kratos: a smart, muscular antihero who enjoyed recovering artifacts and also tearing people apart with his bear hands. I was also on some Kratos-esque quest for revenge, but that was never really explained in any detail. Oh, and I looked like Vin Diesel and sounded like Jason Statham. At the same time, Annoying English Girl morphed into my sassy sidekick who stayed out of the action and provided intel and colour commentary over the radio.

We reached the dig site in Africa, but Bad Guy had already unearthed the power armour and put it on. This led to a long boss battle where I slowly wore him down by attacking his exposed weak points: the armour was more of an exoskeleton type thing so his face and parts of his body were unprotected. We also exchanged some standard action hero banter, mostly me making insect/lobster jokes and threatening to "peel him out of that shell". It was all pretty stupid but in the dream it seemed extremely witty. Eventually I incapacitated him, pulled him out of the armour, and put it on myself. The mercenaries showed up and tried to stop me, but the power armour gave me super-strength so I started throwing heavy objects at them. Somehow I wound up in the back of a moving truck that was full of ancient machine gunes that had been unearthed with the armour, so I started using them and shooting all the mercenaries. Nobody was actually driving the truck, so I'm not sure why it was moving.

All of a sudden all the mercenaries stopped attacking and started shouting and pointing up into the sky, then an entire Ferris wheel came crashing down in front of me. I jumped out of the truck, and off in the distance was the experiment guy from the monk's temple. He was way bigger than before, like the size of a skyscraper and dressed in that purple armour Galactus wears, except he had a different helmet that was blue. He started roaring at me and my sidekick informed me that the monks were afraid I wouldn't give up the power armour, so they powered up experiment guy with all their secret artifacts and sent him after me.

Then I woke up.

muttonchop wrote:

Then I woke up.

Awwww. It was just getting good.

BadMojo wrote:
muttonchop wrote:

Then I woke up.

Awwww. It was just getting good.

I know! But I overslept and was running late for work so it was probably a good thing I woke up when I did.

muttonchop wrote:

Then I woke up.

Maybe you were trying to steal my Mullet.

Well my dream wasn't so epic, but at least it didn't deal with the toilet! Here it is:

For whatever reason I was carefully marching through a forest, probably hunting ghosts, since I had a Proton Pack on my back, one from the video game, as I could press a button and it would cycle through red, green, blue, and yellow.

Eventually I reached the gate to my parents backyard. it was just the gate between two stone pillars in the middle of the trees. Going through it, however, suddenly put me in their backyard, house and all. My Proton Pack was now a large staff, just think enough that my fingers couldn't quite touch as I held it. It now had a button on the bottom that was suppose to change it shape, but didn't work. Thankfully there was a switch about as long as my hand that did work. the switch would cycle the color of the staff through the same four colors, but also changed the large, simple designs on the top of the staff and alter the staff's length, anywhere from the length of my arm to the length of my body. As brightly colored, it looked like a giant version of a wand a magical girl might carry in a manga/anime. There were a number of other people wandering around the backyard, also carrying these staves.

I walked through the backdoor into my parents' house only to find out the inside was now some kind a futuristic sports bar. Everything seemed to be grey or black and had blue lights lining them. It looked like it had taken its inspiration from Tron. This bar didn't show your normal sports though, it was apparently dedicated to esports! Seemed like there was a monitor for every two or three stools/chairs.

There was some kind of tournament going on, some fighting game that looked like Street Fighter 4, but I didn't recognize any of the characters. My turn was next and I discovered that the staff was my controller, which I could inexplicably use as a very traditional controller, rather than the motion controlled type its shape would have suggested.

Unfortunately my alarm went off so I don't know how my match ended.

Mantid wrote:

I walked through the backdoor into my parents' house only to find out the inside was now some kind a futuristic sports bar. Everything seemed to be grey or black and had blue lights lining them. It looked like it had taken its inspiration from Tron. This bar didn't show your normal sports though, it was apparently dedicated to esports! Seemed like there was a monitor for every two or three stools/chairs.

There was some kind of tournament going on, some fighting game that looked like Street Fighter 4, but I didn't recognize any of the characters. My turn was next and I discovered that the staff was my controller, which I could inexplicably use as a very traditional controller, rather than the motion controlled type its shape would have suggested.

Unfortunately my alarm went off so I don't know how my match ended.

You know what they say. You can never go home.

I had one of my most disturbing dreams in a while.

I dreamed that I was secretly observing the Japanese mafia. They had some weird fetish club going on where they took people who had offended them, chopped off arms or legs at whim, and then just kept them alive in this (somehow immaculate) room. So there was a room full of guys and girls who all, once the mobsters had left and I went in, were begging me to kill them. Some had no arms or legs, some were just legless, one person had fully half of their torso chopped off and his eyes were doing that thing where you have burst a blood vessel and so your whites fill with blood.

I killed a couple of the yakuza guys, but I don't remember how (rare for me!) and then I was hunting down the third one with a very odd samurai sword that was untraditionally shaped. I didn't get to him before Zelda's Great Fairy Fountain gently pulled me from sleep, but the dream overall was pretty gross and upsetting.

Actually I think there's probably a Japanese slasher flick with just that plot! :p

Just going to leave this here. Some of you may not want to listen to this podcast just before bed ... or maybe you will.

http://www.radiolab.org/blogs/radiol...

Elliottx wrote:

...scientist explaining the phenomenon. That people with Down Syndrome are actually genetic soldiers designed by an alien race to wipe out humanity in the easiest way possible. All along these sleeper agents had been amongst the populous being taken care of until a sufficient number had been created... they all looked alike and acted alike... Autism is another variation the alien race had injected into humanity... Autism is for the clean-up of Earth and to create a subservient slave race, not for combat like the Down Syndrome soldiers... "It was so obvious" echoing.

That is a movie of awesome disturbing proportions if I ever did see one.. or a video game.. or wow that is crazy - I like it (although I would assume that the actual dreaming of it was not a positive ordeal) and now understand why they always look the same, I always wondered...

Not crazy weird but crazy awesome: I was walking down W 4th Ave but instead of being lined with baby stores for rich Kitsilano yuppies (as it is in the waking world), it was full of used bookstores. I was going into all of them looking for Tolkien books, but none had any. Disappointed, I found myself on the bus and got off at Macdonald where there was one last used bookstore. In the middle of the shop was one bay of shelves that was all Tolkien books, all early editions, or oversized atlases and map collections, and all hardcover. And they were expensive. I flipped through a copy of Two Towers from 1972 that had red, blue, green and gold threaded covers (like JRRT's original cover for The Hobbit, but more abstract and sewn into a white clothbound hardback), and the fold-out map in the back wasn't just the two-colour map drawn by Christopher Tolkien, it was actually hand-drawn by him: the black ink was printed, but the red (and few blue) words were hand-written in ballpoint pen. I thought about buying it, hoping to find copies of FOTR and ROTK later, but the price penciled on the first page was $150. So I left empty-handed, but happy to have found some books.

Gravey wrote:

Not crazy weird but crazy awesome: I was walking down W 4th Ave but instead of being lined with baby stores for rich Kitsilano yuppies (as it is in the waking world), it was full of used bookstores. I was going into all of them looking for Tolkien books, but none had any. Disappointed, I found myself on the bus and got off at Macdonald where there was one last used bookstore. In the middle of the shop was one bay of shelves that was all Tolkien books, all early editions, or oversized atlases and map collections, and all hardcover. And they were expensive. I flipped through a copy of Two Towers from 1972 that had red, blue, green and gold threaded covers (like JRRT's original cover for The Hobbit, but more abstract and sewn into a white clothbound hardback), and the fold-out map in the back wasn't just the two-colour map drawn by Christopher Tolkien, it was actually hand-drawn by him: the black ink was printed, but the red (and few blue) words were hand-written in ballpoint pen. I thought about buying it, hoping to find copies of FOTR and ROTK later, but the price penciled on the first page was $150. So I left empty-handed, but happy to have found some books.

I miss my Atlas of Middle Earth.

Tanglebones wrote:

:( I miss my Atlas of Middle Earth.

I've still got mine, if you'd like me to thumb through it for your old time's sake?

Haakon7 wrote:
Tanglebones wrote:

:( I miss my Atlas of Middle Earth.

I've still got mine, if you'd like me to thumb through it for your old time's sake? :)

Unless yours has the inscription to me from my Grandma, it's all good

Lost it in a house move several years ago.

Tanglebones wrote:
Haakon7 wrote:
Tanglebones wrote:

:( I miss my Atlas of Middle Earth.

I've still got mine, if you'd like me to thumb through it for your old time's sake? :)

Unless yours has the inscription to me from my Grandma, it's all good

Lost it in a house move several years ago.

Incredibly harsh. I loved my paperback copy so much that it fell apart and I had to buy a hardback copy. Just had to.

And no, I didn't steal your things.

Tanglebones wrote:

:( I miss my Atlas of Middle Earth.

Oh man, you would have loved this bookstore then. The atlases were on the top shelf, a multiple volume set of ~100cm x ~50cm books stacked flat. They were grey clothbound with silver embossed lettering on the spine and front cover. Unfortunately I didn't flip through them to see what my dream-consciousness might have conjured up for their contents.

Last night I dreamed that it was 2014 and I was getting ready to go to high school to finish up my senior year. Seemed my logical mind didn't like this dream as I suddenly wondered how I had gotten some of the jobs I've had in the last decade and a half if I never graduated. The dream seemed to win over thinking I must have gotten a GED since I had attended trade schools and some college, and this little debate in my mind ended.

I was pretty embarrassed to be in my mid-thirties and still attended high school, so the last thing I wanted to happen was for people I know to find out. Unfortunately there was extra high security at school this day and the media was everywhere taking pictures and filming because "Number 2" was visiting the school that day.

After weaving through the crowds of teenagers, dodging cameras, I made it to my first class of the day. The classroom was designed like a dinner though, out tables seats being booths. Instead of a chalk board the teacher somehow drew neon signs on the wall for us to copy.

There was a commotion outside and everyone in the class jumped up (somehow some of girls had changed into poodle skirts) and rushed to the classroom windows (which had the school's name frosted onto them) to see this "Number 2" who was coming by. I tried to see through or over the crowds but never did find out who "Number 2" was.

Mantid wrote:

There was a commotion outside and everyone in the class jumped up (somehow some of girls had changed into poodle skirts) and rushed to the classroom windows (which had the school's name frosted onto them) to see this "Number 2" who was coming by. I tried to see through or over the crowds but never did find out who "Number 2" was. :(

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Last night I dreamt that I was IN League of Legends. All was fine, we were rolling the other team. Then their Morgana went nuts and it got really scary and I woke up in a cold sweat.

Last night I had one of those weird fragmented dreams that kept jumping all over the place. I can't remember most of it, there was something about a hidden room in my parents' house, and hackers, and maybe some sort of evil space empire. Every so often, though, the dream would jump back to me on a beach at night with the golden retriever I had when I was a kid. All these little vignettes scattered through an otherwise incomprehensible dream: running around in the surf, playing fetch, stopping him from eating a dead animal, all your standard "dog at the beach" stuff. I even had a nice conversation with a pretty girl while we sat on a log and watched the dog playing around in the sand. It was a really nice dream, and consequently I woke up all depressed because I had to go to work instead of playing with a dog at the beach.

I was living in a shared house. A few things were going on, a potential romance, etc. One day a young couple in the house were having to go away for the day and they asked if I could look after their baby. I said I would. Sometime midmorning I remembered that I had a job interview in town that I really needed attend.

I went to check on the baby. He was out in the garden in a plastic baby basket. It was raining quite heavily and the basket had filled to the brim with water. A bedraggled looking stray dog was sniffing the surface of the water with interest. It occured to me that these were less than ideal conditions for a baby. I peered into the basket to see how he was doing. The baby was bobbing up and down in the water. Every time he surfaced he skilfully angled a nostril or the corner of his mouth so it broke the surface and he could snatch a quick breath of air. My initial concerns abated, the little fella seemed to have everything under control, I decided to head into town.

When I arrived back from the interview a fellow flat mate informed me that the parents weren't very impressed with my baby sitting skills.