Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Never really sure how my dreams end up where they do, but I was driving along what looked like a typical Pennsylvania country road, that is, winding, hilly, and abutted by woods on either side. Peaceful, green; the kind of winding backwoods road that bikers love (I'm not on a bike, though, I'm in my car). As I'm driving along, we're passing a power plant. This is not an odd sight, despite it sounding like one. In fact, this closely resembles what was my drive to work for three months almost 8 years ago, post-college, when I worked a temporary stint in a nuclear power plant. In the dream, though, it is obvious that this is NOT that particular power facility. For one, it had smoke stacks, and nuke plants don't have those. Two, there was someone else in the car, whom my brain only identified as a "friend," not really a real person that I could say resembled anyone in the real world. He commented on the power plant, and I said, "You want to see one up-close?"

At this point, the dream shifts to an on-site location of the power plant where I used to work. As it is in dreams, the layout of the place is actually distorted, and the two cooling towers were WAY closer together than they are in reality. I would also add that my dad worked at this same power plant at the same time I did, and before he retired. So, at some point in my dream, my dad shows up. There's construction going on. There's a huge tower next to one of the cooling towers that looks like a cross between a rocket and a smoke stack. I ask my dad what was going on, and he tells me that they're building these huge doors between the two cooling towers. I ask why, but he doesn't know. It, of course, makes no sense. The rocket/smoke stack towers (of which there are now two) however, were meant to form the outside of the door frame, as it were.

Construction continues. They are now trying to attach these two rocket/smoke stack towers to the top of the door frame, which is fixed in place on something... No idea what, but this detail wasn't filled in in my dream. The rocket/smoke stack towers suddenly start swaying like those foam swimming pool noodles. One of them knocks the top piece of the door frame into one of the cooling towers. Now, the cooling towers are cast concrete, but they have the appearance of blocks from the imprints of the forms used to pour them, so in my dream, the cooling tower starts crumbling, breaking along these lines like blocks. It collapses entirely. I'm in a full-tilt run away from the site, because, even though the cooling towers are somewhat far apart, I am afraid it will knock the other one over, too. My dad is running behind me, but he's in his 60's and considerably slower. At this point, the second cooling tower is hit, and it, too, crumbles and collapses. I am running harder and faster than I ever have. I make it to safety, but my dad isn't behind me anymore. I turn around and start digging through the rubble before my alarm goes off and wakes me up.

For reference, a Google Maps view of the plant.

Gumbie wrote:

I had a dream last night that I was at some crazy church rally in my hometown. People were gathered around with picket signs and were generally pissed off. I don't know what it was about but I remember thinking they were all morons. All of the sudden this large group of men shows up and starts putting on masks and loading automatic machine guns. They then turn and start gunning down random people in the crowd. I had a 9mm pistol in my pocket but I knew if I pulled it out to use it I wouldn't stand a chance because there were at least 20 of them. Here comes the funny part

I had a walkie talkie, I was hiding and using it to communicate with...John McClain aka Bruce Willis from Die Hard. I woke up before we could formulate a plan to take those guys down. If this ends up as the next Die Hard movie I'm gonna sue someone's ass.

That was from April of last year. Does anyone know if the new Die Hard has any relgious crazies in it?

NSMike wrote:

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I'm no dream expert or anything, but I think the door is the keystone of that dream, and your father the lynch pin of sorts. Open doors in dreams, from what I've read, represent new opportunities, whereas closed doors represent opportunities that are denied or blocked or missed out on. My interpretation is the door, couple with your father, is your mind trying to tell you to reconnect with him. I think I read on some thread that you had a falling out with him at some point, right?

The fact that the dream was set at a power plant, at which both of you worked at the same time, hints at reconnection as well. The semi-anonymous "friend" could be acting in your dream as a sort of mediator between you and your father, trying to get you to come together again. I'd say, personally, it's a big nudge from your subconscious saying "hey, call your dad."

I could be totally off base with all this of course. Like I said, I'm certainly no dream expert, this is just one lay person's interpretation.

EDIT: small addition just to be clear who I'm replying to XD

I am holding on to a lot of nervous, tense feelings over some things said by my dad more than a year ago. I'm pretty sure he's not hung up on it anymore. We speak on regular occasions, and I got a very nice Valentine's Day card from my parents, but unusually, signed by him. My mom usually does the card stuff. He might still feel a little guilty. Overall, though, I'm not assigning any meaning other than, it was a crazy weird dream.

NSMike wrote:

I am holding on to a lot of nervous, tense feelings over some things said by my dad more than a year ago. I'm pretty sure he's not hung up on it anymore. We speak on regular occasions, and I got a very nice Valentine's Day card from my parents, but unusually, signed by him. My mom usually does the card stuff. He might still feel a little guilty. Overall, though, I'm not assigning any meaning other than, it was a crazy weird dream.

Sometimes your brain just chews things over without conclusion.

I dreamt that I put some of my best paintings and the TV out for the trash. In the morning I'd changed my mind and went to retrieve them but a guy was loading the best ones into a van. When I politely asked for them back he said, "Well. No. You threw them out. They're mine."

I also had a dream about Destiny. Can't remember what was happening but it was clearly in that universe.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

Old Man Dream

We need verification from yellek if the mean tax accountants caused you to cry-wakeup as well.

I'll shoot you too.

I had a dream that my TV was broken. I drove it to an old, rundown house on a stretch of wasteland that was known for repairing and selling TVs. Cliff Bleszinski was running the place and I followed him through the empty house with bare boards and stripped wall paper as he explained his import export business. In the end he persuaded me to give up my old TV and buy a new one from him. It was all wrapped up in black plastic and all I had to do was put it in the car. When I got it home and unwrapped it it was the most battered and abused TV set I'd ever seen. I took it back and he help up his hands and said he'd give me a decent one. He also offered me a job.

I don't even remember the context of the dream, I think the surprise overrode any of that. For some strange reason, stangeblades was in my dream.

I'm so confused.

Ever since I played Thief, I've had the Thief abilities when I lucid dream. (And also sometimes dream of the Thief levels, but that's another story.)

Now that I've played Dishonored, it turns out that I also have Dishonored powers.

Some people want to fly in dreams. Apparently I just want to play first-person stealth games.

Gremlin wrote:

Ever since I played Thief, I've had the Thief abilities when I lucid dream. (And also sometimes dream of the Thief levels, but that's another story.)

Now that I've played Dishonored, it turns out that I also have Dishonored powers.

Some people want to fly in dreams. Apparently I just want to play first-person stealth games.

Man, when I used to have lucid dreams, I could fly. But now I wish I had stealth powers instead!

I was recently telling my girlfriend how I never have sex in my dreams.

The very next night, I have a sex dream. Featuring a very well endowed gentleman who goes knob-spelunking in my booty.

That wasn't quite what I meant, Brain, but thanks for trying.

I never have sex dreams, but I do have dreams about not having sex. Things will be progressing towards sexy times, but then various interruptions and obstacles start to crop up until the dream finally transitions into something else entirely. For example, maybe I'm out of condoms so I run out to the store real quick but then I don't have any cash and the store only takes cash so I go looking for an ATM but I can't find one anywhere and then somehow I end up joining a gang and now the dream is about us fighting a rival gang in the sewers.

It's like getting trolled by your own subconscious.

muttonchop wrote:

It's like getting trolled by your own subconscious.

That was precisely the sentiment I failed to articulate.

Last night I dreamed that I played the harmonica in an underwater band. As I recall, we were pretty damn good, what with being underwater and all.

Last night was my brain was apparently fixated on stressful yet mundane scenarios.

First, I dreamed that I was travelling to Victoria with some family members. For some reason, instead of just taking the ferry straight to Vancouver Island we had to take a weird detour that involved taking one ferry from Vancouver down to Seattle, and then another ferry over Victoria. Nobody told me this before we set out, so I didn't bring my passport which was a problem because now we had to pass through U.S. Customs down in Seattle. The rest of the dream was just me stressing out and standing in a series of long lines at the ferry terminal trying to sort things out. Eventually I woke up, realized it was just a dream, breathed a sigh of relief, and went back to sleep.

Next up a dreamed I was a newly-hired waitress working my very first shift. Things started out slow, but then the restaurant got busy and my manager started getting on my case because I wasn't working fast enough. She sent me to take drink order from a big table full of teenagers. Everyone at the table kept trying to order alcohol, but whenever I asked to see ID they'd pull out something useless like a student ID with a picture but no birthdate. One girl even tried to use an old ticket stub as ID, even though it didn't even have her name on it. They were all talking over each other and everyone kept changing their order and it was incredibly stressful.

When I woke up for the second time, I decided to just get up early because being awake and going to work seemed way less stressful than sleeping. I don't even know why my dreams would be so focused around stressful scenarios, it's honestly been a pretty stress-free week.

Serengeti wrote:

Last night I dreamed that I played the harmonica in an underwater band. As I recall, we were pretty damn good, what with being underwater and all.

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Another damn "oh sh*t I'm in college but I've been skipping my classes all semester" dream.

I had an odd dream last night were I wasn't human. I was some kind of dark skinned imp. I was walking a neighborhood with a friend, a fire imp. After walking a while I noticed my friend wasn't with me. I quickly realized, being a cold night, and my friend being such a kind hearted soul, that he had gotten distracted lighting people's fires for them. It made him pretty easy to follow, however, since everyone seemed to be sitting in their garages with fire places or barbeques.

I eventually tracked him down to a school, which was in the middle of classes despite it being the middle of the night. Being a mischevious imp, I couldn't help but sneak into a classroom and start rearraging grades and switching tests of people. I found that if I remained still, I was invisable to everyone else. Evertually I was spotted, however, and had to run down the halls to escape. I made my way onto the top of an elevator, which seemed to be in the school, but lead up the observation level of a skyscraper. The last few floors had the elevator spinning around the building rather than going straight up, which made it hard for me to remain on it.

In the observation level there seemed to be some kind of science museum. I didn't much of a look at it, however, as that was when I woke up...

Is it too cliche to have zombie world dreams? I have them a lot. Either the dreams have the same world in them or they always seem very familiar.

I also have a lot of dreams where I'm taking a college course but keep forgetting to do the assignments. And/or I'm naked and everyone else is wearing clothes. You know, the usual sorts of dreams.

concentric wrote:

Is it too cliche to have zombie world dreams? I have them a lot. Either the dreams have the same world in them or they always seem very familiar.

Don't know about zombies, but same world doesn't seem that off. I think I've posted several dreams I've had that have either taken place in the same amusment park or in the same giant movie theater. Both seem to recur regularly in my dreams for some reason.

concentric wrote:

Is it too cliche to have zombie world dreams? I have them a lot. Either the dreams have the same world in them or they always seem very familiar.

I tend to have dreams with hostile wildlife. Giant sawrming bugs, intelligent alligators and, on one memorable occasion, werewolves with sniper rifles. I'd really enjoy a zombie dream.... well, perhaps not at the time, but in retrospect.

Had a dream that I had a completely immersive computer simulation that I could enter and be basically omnipotent. I could ask the AI avatar to do whatever I wanted, or concentrate and do stuff in a magic-like manner.

So what was I using my power for? Conquering city after city. Then using my powers to solve all their social problems and repelling retaliatory attacks.

Also dreamt last night that I was participating in a joust.

Also dreamt last night that I was playing my brother in StarCraft 2 and completely bungled it.

I dreamt I was in the next Simon Pegg, Nick Frost film as the slightly crazy third friend. I was quite good.

I dreamt I wanted to buy a painting at a flea market. The painting was $1750.00. I said, "$1750.00 is really expensive. I have to talk to my husband first - we always consult each other before making big purchases." and the guy said, "Well, now we know who the woman in your relationship is."

I woke up all annoyed thinking, "Well, yeah, you moron - I AM the woman because I'm FEMALE. "

And my brain followed that statement up with a Napoleon Dynamite style "GOSH!".

Stupid brain.

First dream I remembered in ages. I can't remember all of it though :/

Basically, I was having an argument with this man with a prosthetic hand. It escalated and then suddenly he detached his hand and attached an "evil dead" hand chainsaw and started chasing me with it. Somehow my brain knew that this was stupid and was able to sort of magic my way out of the situations I found myself in when being confronted by him and eventually I woke myself up. But I was still feeling panicked despite knowing that it was just a bad dream.

That man...

...WAS ME!!!!

I saw myself in a dream.

I was this handsome model looking guy with a full head of hair. It was glorious. I actually remember thinking, "Wow in this dream I look different. This isn't me. This is what I really look like". As soon as I started to mentally build an image of my actual appearance, I was like, F that. This is great. Look at all the hair this guy has. It was like there was some kind of math going on in my head where I added the difference between my self image at 20, and my self image now, to my self image at 20. If self image was on an integer scale.

There was some kind of huge feeling of relief, like I had been someone I wasn't, and the resulting image was a comfortable fit; and my old appearance was like a bad dream.

I think this is the start of the mid-life crisis.

I had the scariest dream I think I have ever had in my 42 years on this planet a few months ago.

Everything was voidless black except for a solid, self-illuminated, red rollercoaster track that stretched out no more than 15 feet in front of me. It would just tack on another couple of yards as I passed over it.

As I floated above it, the track would wind, climb, bank and fall at a brisk but not record speed pace. I would estimate the speed was say a constant 40 mph.

After about what registered to me as about 10 minutes of following this track aimlessly, the track disappeared. I had no sense of depth, sound or existence. It was just absolute nothingness or complete sensory deprivation.

For a few panicked seconds, I thought I was dead. This is death.

But somehow, I quickly got a hold of myself, and force created the red aimlessly winding rollercoaster track back into existense.

After a few minutes of this, until I felt comfortable with my bearings, I moved onto another dream and I don't remember it or anything after.

I had that exact experience with the dream sequence in Max Payne. "This is death", I thought to myself, "the interminable void of oblivion, playing this damn never-ending level."