Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was playing through the 2nd episode of Walking Dead. I was working along with a somewhat shady guy moving from location to location fleeing the zombies. We ended up in a mansion that somehow bordered an underground cave system. This guy gave me a pin that looked like pilot wings and we both gained wings and the ability to fly. We flew out into the cavern system above a cavernous gorge. He then transformed into Tyrael from Diablo!

Then my cat was meowing in my face because she wanted her breakfast and I woke up.

georob wrote:

Then my cat was meowing in my face because she wanted her breakfast and I woke up.

A surprisingly large number of my dreams end that way too!

Yonder wrote:
georob wrote:

Then my cat was meowing in my face because she wanted her breakfast and I woke up.

A surprisingly large number of my dreams end that way too!

georob's cat really gets around.

Had a weird one last night. I don't remember the specifics too well, but I was in a building with other people. People that I knew. The strange thing was that they were all clones. At one point I passed a classroom and three people sitting at the desks were identical. I would pass people in a hallway and then pass them again a few seconds later. It was bizzare.

Oh and at some point near the end I ended up fighting with a neon green pirate laser-cutlass.

Good god, I had a horrible nightmare. I was back in High school. Not like I was 15 again. But there as an adult. I remember some sort of vague reason like it being cheaper for the intro classes to a new degree or something.

I don't remember much, just shuffling through the halls with teen levels of ultra awkwardness

Oh man. I had a doozy a few weeks ago. I wasn't feeling well and crashed on the couch because it was cooler than my bedroom.

I was in a city standing next to Malcolm X played by Denzel and he was railing against the white devils. And after each sentence, he'd sneer at me. This was during the early years when they were quite militant. The crowd didn't want me there. I didn't want to be there, but I couldn't leave. Do you know what its like to be completely unwelcome in your own dream?

Grenn wrote:

Oh man. I had a doozy a few weeks ago. I wasn't feeling well and crashed on the couch because it was cooler than my bedroom.

I was in a city standing next to Malcolm X played by Denzel and he was railing against the white devils. And after each sentence, he'd sneer at me. This was during the early years when they were quite militant. The crowd didn't want me there. I didn't want to be there, but I couldn't leave. Do you know what its like to be completely unwelcome in your own dream?

No, Kif, I don't. Now, bring me the lotion...

I had a dream the other night where I solved a murder case by telling the cops to "check out the guy with the dog".

mortalgroove wrote:

I had a dream the other night where I solved a murder case by telling the cops to "check out the guy with the dog".

I've been waiting for a nice juicy weird dream to hit. A few nights ago I dreamt that an immigration official was explaining to me that there were three sections to a passport. The legal text, reams and reams of small print, the main passport area, photo ID and empty pages to be stamped, and the 'Batman section' which was basically a small graphic novel. It was amusing but felt a little insubstantial.

Last night I had an epic dream that kept changing location, context and genre. I also seemed to remember it all. It was entirely influenced by entertainment I had ingested very recently.

The dream started with me playing a board game. It was like the Japanese game GO where you have black and white counters on a board but these counters were all misshapen grey pebbles. My pebbles were arranged in a rough, rectangular, defensive formation and were able to fire at incoming enemy pebbles moving in from two sides. My shots had widely varying effects but I seemed to be endlessly defending and never moving to eliminate the opposition. It felt as if the game would go on forever.

As the game continued the scene shifted to a man sat on his own in the darkened lobby of a hotel. As he sat quietly reading smooth, leafless vines crept around the corner, up his back and over his head. He was dragged away to be devoured. There were other scenes with various people being caught unawares by the creepers and taken. My friends and I, in the same hotel complex at night, found ourselves running from the vines. We couldn't stop without them appearing. They seemed to be everywhere in force and it was exhausting to try to stay clear of them. We ran outside into the snow and there was a matt of vines that had raised itself up and was creeping towards us like some kind of vine puppet. "That must be the next stage," one of our party whispered.

We were still on the run but now we were in a dystopian future. The police and governmental forces were after us. We jumped onto what was basically a futuristic roller coaster and rode it up to a high level where there were glass floors and rule of law was lax. As we tried to leave the station armed police arrested us.

We were being held in a high castle awaiting the pleasure of Queen Cersei from 'Game of thrones.' I was a knight but had been stripped of my armour and was ordered not to train with any weapon or do any of my usual (in dreams only) fitness regimes. We were to have a last meal and then were to be paraded in front of the queen for her to pass judgement. This struck us as being a dangerous turn of events that would not end well.

At our last meal I arrived late. Most of the places were taken and in those unoccupied seats the food had already been eaten or half eaten. Frustrated I made my way around to a small cooking area where a little, grey haired Chinese man cooked. He had pots and pans bubbling way and a bucket full of cooking oil that seemed to have bottles of coloured liquid in it. Nothing looked edible. I talked to the little man and he went to get me something to eat.

As the time of judgement approached Cersei's daughter was introduced as a main character. She was plotting revenge on her mother the queen. She had herself delivered to the queen inside some Styrofoam packaging. As the queen bent to inspect the box the daughter fired pelets into the queen's face. She then ducked out of the packaging. When the queen recovered a little she looked into the styrofoam to see the younger daughter looking as if she'd just woken up in time to be blamed for the attack. As the queen's eyes met those of the younger daughter the box exploded into spectacular fireball engulfing both of them.

This dream was brought to you by:

The binding of Isaac (game)
The Ruins (book (not read recently but I only need to see the spine on my bookshelf to be reminded of the rather too effective horror inside.))
Clash of Kings (book)
Poirot (an episode involving a visit to China town)
Revenge (TV series)

My dreams seem to be repeats, cycling through them every few years, I've had this one twice before. The details get more and more noticeable each time I dream the dream. It started off with me being arrested for some reason I have yet to find. My sentence was to be an emissary to another planet in another universe. The planet was a nearly complete copy of Earth down to the same life forms but some of the laws and customs were different. I accidentally offended the representative and was told that I had to stay behind as they banished the rest of the crew back to Earth.

I was then forced to speak to "Big" John who seemed to be eight feet tall, several hundred pounds and as we talked he befriended me. Then the town I was in came under attack by a rival tribe. I was given a machine gun (I forget what it was called) and somehow managed to hold off the attack single-handed. As I went back to find John he was talking with his friends as if nothing happened. As i turned to walk out the door I saw a patch work of several spiderwebs (I am terrified of spiders) and he said to use the other door. Until that moment there was not another door, then one appeared in the wall.

As I walked through the wall I ended up at a friend's how and they were playing my dream's version of Super Smash Brothers. I picked up a controller and beat everyone in the room. Then more people showed up and the scene shifted towards a balcony. Things started to get vague there and then I woke up.

For some reason your dream reminded me of this:

So this morning I had a very, very peculiar dream as I was dozing. I don't remember much other than a friend and I were driving from Baltimore to Massachusetts and it only took about an hour because of a bridge that was shaped like an inverted bell curve. Anyway it was peculiar because in the dream my friend and I stopped by a restaurant and I remember actually tasting the food. (Yes it was really, really good.) Has anyone else ever had dreams where there was more stimuli than just auditory/visual?

I used to always dream that my house got invaded by a miniature dragon dinosaur lizard thing.

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Not exactly, but pretty much that. It was my job to defend my house and defeat the monster. The only thing I could ever do before waking up was to climb to the top of the stairs and jump on top of its head. Other than that and the obligatory one man two women dreams that tend to *ehmm* pop up, that's as entertaining as my dreams tend to be.

Scary dream alert!

There were a group of us investigating a haunted house. I was in the living room with a few other people and I noticed that the floor length curtains had a strange design on then that could have been a face in profile. Suddenly there was a loud resinous sound, like a single beat on an enormous drum, and the curtains went black. Out of that blackness loomed a giant featureless figure that looked like an African sculpture come to life. It wrapped it's thick, blunt arms around a girl who had been standing in front of the curtains and pulled her back into the darkness.

The dream carried on a little with the feeling that we were all now being hunted by this creature that could appear out of nowhere. It was one of those dreams that freaks you out enough that, when you wake in the middle of the night, you don't want to switch the light on just incase there is some oofing great monster standing in the middle of your bedroom.

I had a dream that I was in a competitive bona fide circle-jerk.

Apparently, listening to Conference Call before going to sleep may lead you to have a dream where you are sitting on a balcony with GWJ crew drinking beer and discussing the possible demise of Zynga while Cory Banks is frantically running in the room trying to set up LAN so people can try out alpha build of HAWKEN.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I had a dream that I was in a competitive bona fide circle-jerk.

I don't think it counts when you're just looking in a mirror...

Duoae wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

I had a dream that I was in a competitive bona fide circle-jerk.

I don't think it counts when you're just looking in a mirror...

It was a team sport even.

Quintin_Stone wrote:
Duoae wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

I had a dream that I was in a competitive bona fide circle-jerk.

I don't think it counts when you're just looking in a mirror...

It was a team sport even.

8====Ds all the way down.

On Saturday morning I dreamed that I lost a shoe. The store switched from selling shoes to selling video games while I was trying one on and I couldn't get my old one back. This upset me more than it should have.

Also, I dreamed that I met Neil DeGrasse Tyson. He was in the hospital with his newborn son Iiron, but he was the one in bed wearing the gown and his wife was quite composed.

Just this morning, I woke up and told Duckilama that there were giraffes building nests in the gutters, and he needed to go get them out of there. Since he was asleep at the time, he just ignored me. Oh, but he'll believe me soon, when the giraffes start hatching.

I had a dream my daughter (due in February) was born premature, but instead of being a tiny little preemie baby, she was what I can only describe as the love child of Slender Man and an Alien. She could talk, walk, and strangle people like she'd been doing it for years. When I woke up, in that post-dream fuzz, I had to turn over to my wife and look at her belly.

You know, just in case.

I had a dream last night that I was helping build a nuclear reactor. We were in the shield building (the tower) and I was finalizing construction of the centerpoint structure. Upon completion, the reactor somehow became part of a spacecraft and when activated, the ship time-traveled forward a couple hundred years. The dream ended with me trying to explain to future people how I ended up there.

Spoiler:

In real life I am in crunch mode finalizing geotechnical analysis reports for a proposed nuclear plant in South Carolina. Stupid real life bleeding into dreams... The proposed plant won't travel in time though. EPA restrictions.

georob wrote:
Spoiler:

In real life I am in crunch mode finalizing geotechnical analysis reports for a proposed nuclear plant in South Carolina. Stupid real life bleeding into dreams... The proposed plant won't travel in time though. EPA restrictions.

Damn right! If I had a nickel for every time some newbie went back in time and disrupted the European Pandimensional Area by killing Hitler or Stalin then I'd be a rich man.... if I wasn't the one going back and reasserting the space time continuum into its (presumably) original form.

Huh, weird dream last night. I dreamt I was at "GWJ" not a slap and tickle but somehow the boards were a real life club... and that deadmonkeys was a super hot woman that everyone fancied.

I even remember what she looked like...

I think I visit these boards too often!

Duoae wrote:

Huh, weird dream last night. I dreamt I was at "GWJ" not a slap and tickle but somehow the boards were a real life club... and that deadmonkeys was a super hot woman that everyone fancied.

I even remember what she looked like...

I think I visit these boards too often!

Read that too fast and...wrong.

Duoae wrote:

Huh, weird dream last night. I dreamt I was at "GWJ" not a slap and tickle but somehow the boards were a real life club... and that deadmonkeys was a super hot woman that everyone fancied.

I even remember what she looked like...

I think I visit these boards too often!

Oh dear.

Spoiler:

What did I look like?

Here's a REALLY weird one. I wrote it down a couple of months ago because it stood out so much.

I was upstairs in my room at my parent's place. There were at least three desktop computers sitting around my worktable. I remember something about my family “buying another computer”. They were eating downstairs, so I headed toward the kitchen, navigating objects dumped on the staircase. At least two of the objects looked like laptop computers, dusty from disuse. One of them was in a plastic/leather case with strange black grips forking out of the back, like the letter M with a horizontal line through the middle.

My sister left the kitchen as I entered. We were having a soup made of broth, whole chicken breasts, and cut/shredded vegetables. The setting sun hit the closed kitchen curtains, basking the entire room in a deep, orange glow. I tried to serve myself but my bowl kept overflowing. I had the feeling it was takeout. Eventually, someone served me. There were bowls and dishes all over the kitchen table.

Then, my dad started talking about knives, and how useful they are. I got the impression he was talking about a switchblade or a Swiss army knife. He mentioned a knife I supposedly kept on my keyring, but I have no such knife. Was he talking about self defence? I thought about guns for some reason, but didn't say anything about it. I told him I didn't have a knife, and I kept thinking about how inconvenient having a knife at all times would be at airports.

In the meantime, someone had drained all the soup from my bowl. All that remained was vegetables and meat. I took a piece of chicken from the bowl and bit into it. It was cold.

Then he asked me, “When did you die?”

I think he meant something along the lines of “when did you stop living (taking risks)?”

“In the hospital,” I said. I was hospitalized about a year ago.

I'm not sure how much time passed after that, but I found myself wandering through a dark building, looking for something or running from something, I'm not sure which. What I saw was so disjointed, I couldn't help but think “this is some kind of video game”. For a brief moment, I thought I was in a hospital, but I couldn't be sure.

Then I woke up.

Gesh, Deadmonkeys, that sounds like the start of some warped, pychological horror tale. I like it.

Mantid wrote:

Gesh, Deadmonkeys, that sounds like the start of some warped, pychological horror tale. I like it. :D

Let the psychoanalysis begin!