Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

/me calls the cops

Duoae wrote:

/me calls the cops

/cast Vanish

I had a dream last night that was just a terrible sitcom starring a bunch of nobodies I've never seen before. Nobody I actually know, including myself, was anywhere to be found in the dream. I remember feeling like I was the executive producer of the show, but there was nothing in the dream to actually suggest that was the case.

Not the most exciting dream, but then most of my dreams are incredibly mundane. I've had dreams where I was driving to work and I realized I was low on gas so I went to the gas station. The end.

I had a dream last night that I kept finding myself hanging out in the offices of Fortune 100 CEOs, because I was hanging out with a friend who knew them. It was all very fancy, but I wasn't very impressed. I mostly tried to be polite and not insult them or their pride—and not to launch into a diatribe about social justice.

Last night I had a dream where the U.S. broke out into a modern civil war for some reason. Well, several of us were exiled to the "other" country where people spend their time drinking and working on their sharp shooting skills.

A small group of us decided to run little hit-and-run covert-ops in the country that kicked us out. Some of our enemies paid heavy prices. In one case, we wanted to quietly neutralize the son of one of their leaders. We managed to sneak into their house and perform some form of mind-control operation on him. This rendered him politically useless.

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For the past 5 nights straight I've been consistently having really vicious nightmares. I don't mean that as in they're really scary or violent. They're mundane as hell, but they're always filled with uncomfortable moments that force me to focus on my biggest insecurities and constantly manage to stir up a lot of painful memories. I wake up every morning feeling miserable, both physically and emotionally, and it's gotten to the point where I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep.

Do you think I should shoot meth directly into my eyeballs?

Two nights ago, I had a dream where I was some outdated, drunk actor (I think it may have been Mickey Rourke), and I had to jump door to door to raise money for the Christchurch earthquake, only it was a low-gravity street, in what may have been Smurfville, so every jump was like 30 seconds.

MechaSlinky wrote:

For the past 5 nights straight I've been consistently having really vicious nightmares. I don't mean that as in they're really scary or violent. They're mundane as hell, but they're always filled with uncomfortable moments that force me to focus on my biggest insecurities and constantly manage to stir up a lot of painful memories. I wake up every morning feeling miserable, both physically and emotionally, and it's gotten to the point where I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep.

Do you think I should shoot meth directly into my eyeballs?

Stop reading Sartre before going to bed.

I've been having very intense dreams since I started on a new medication. Not nightmares, just a series of very stressful situations.

A couple nights ago I had one of those dreams where I'm back in school. It's gym class and the new female coach (Coach Beiste from Glee) tells us that we have to wear a new gym outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. So everyone has to change immediately, right there in the middle of the gymnasium. For some reason, most of the class already had the new uniform and started stripping, but I didn't. When I mentioned that, she pointed me to a shopping cart full of the shorts & shirts. I looked and looked and looked, but could not find any shorts that were between the sizes of 32 and 42. Every time I thought I found one, it turned out not to be.

Last night I had a dream that I was a New York cop investigating some deadly bombings that took place in a parking garage. Somehow that translates to me going to Chicago to partner up with a Chicago cop. There was a lot of New York-Chicago culture clashes at first. I can't really recall the details of our investigation (if there was one). We visited a retro arcade. We visited an old folks home. One of us looked like Skeet Ulrich. At one point, we realize that if we get a federal warrant, we can search literally any place in the country, even the White House or the place we decide we need to go: the Chinese embassy. So we get the warrant and gather an army of cops to storm the embassy, which includes its own troops and even a freaking tank. Fighting begins and the cops just open up on the gathered Chinese and it's just a damn bloodbath. Excessive doesn't even begin to describe it. People just gunned down in a hail of gunfire. I don't know exactly what we find in the embassy, except that at some point we discover it's an American citizen doing the bombing and his next target will be the airport. We have men stationed all over the airport and my Chicago partner and I were trying to figure out the bomber's approach plans. Then it hits us: the boat dock under one wing of the airport will be his access port. (Really? A boat dock under an airport?) We lay in wait for the bomber and realize that the buoy in the dock is packed with explosives! But we manage to capture the bomber before he can bring together his boat full of explosives and the explosive buoy.

When I was 4 or 5 I had an exceptionally vivid dream of fairly ineffable somewhat Lovecraftian nature. 23-24 years later I still remember it and I still can't describe it any better which unfortunately makes this simultaneously an odd and somewhat boring note in this thread.

I recently got turned down for a job application and, yesterday whilst in the middle of fevered dreams, i distinctly remember being put out by the rejection even though i wasn't in real life and then someone from Germany called me because they wanted a scientist in their factory. Me being angry about being turned down in my current company, i took the job straight away.

Their factory basically made bras (or at least the part i was working in did) and my job, as part of the bra development team was to find out how we could improve the bra. To cut a long story short... my new job in Germany involved me feeling up a lot of women's breasts....

When you woke up did you cry?

Yonder wrote:

When you woke up did you cry?

When i woke up i found that i had to take a quick toilet break.....

Quintin_Stone wrote:

I've been having very intense dreams since I started on a new medication. Not nightmares, just a series of very stressful situations.

A couple nights ago I had one of those dreams where I'm back in school. It's gym class and the new female coach (Coach Beiste from Glee) tells us that we have to wear a new gym outfit of shorts and a t-shirt. So everyone has to change immediately, right there in the middle of the gymnasium. For some reason, most of the class already had the new uniform and started stripping, but I didn't. When I mentioned that, she pointed me to a shopping cart full of the shorts & shirts. I looked and looked and looked, but could not find any shorts that were between the sizes of 32 and 42. Every time I thought I found one, it turned out not to be.

Last night I had a dream that I was a New York cop investigating some deadly bombings that took place in a parking garage. Somehow that translates to me going to Chicago to partner up with a Chicago cop. There was a lot of New York-Chicago culture clashes at first. I can't really recall the details of our investigation (if there was one). We visited a retro arcade. We visited an old folks home. One of us looked like Skeet Ulrich. At one point, we realize that if we get a federal warrant, we can search literally any place in the country, even the White House or the place we decide we need to go: the Chinese embassy. So we get the warrant and gather an army of cops to storm the embassy, which includes its own troops and even a freaking tank. Fighting begins and the cops just open up on the gathered Chinese and it's just a damn bloodbath. Excessive doesn't even begin to describe it. People just gunned down in a hail of gunfire. I don't know exactly what we find in the embassy, except that at some point we discover it's an American citizen doing the bombing and his next target will be the airport. We have men stationed all over the airport and my Chicago partner and I were trying to figure out the bomber's approach plans. Then it hits us: the boat dock under one wing of the airport will be his access port. (Really? A boat dock under an airport?) We lay in wait for the bomber and realize that the buoy in the dock is packed with explosives! But we manage to capture the bomber before he can bring together his boat full of explosives and the explosive buoy.

You're a loose cannon, Q. And your gym shorts are even looser.

I had a weird public transit dream last night. I was riding a bus and carrying something like seven bags--two suitcases, a couple backpacks, a book bag and a few plastic shopping bags. I have no idea why or what was in all those bags. When I got to the end of the bus line, I had to transfer to a commuter train, but it was unlike any commuter train I've ever been on. The thing was huge, wider than the body of a 747, and it had a cafe and bar in the middle of it.

The commuter train was really long, and I kept walking up and down it looking for a place to put all my bags, with no luck. I'd put them down behind some seats, but then the train would take an odd curve and my bags would go flying. At some point along its route, the train started subtly changing inside--seats would unfold out of the floor, and partitions would rotate to change the configuration of the train compartments. I finally found a place for my bags behind some seats, but the seats were on one of the train's seams, so they slid forward and back as the train took turns and went over hills, and my bags got scattered. I tried picking them all up, but I lost one in the cracks between the seats.

Then the train started doing some weird Disneyland sh*t. It started traveling over an island-filled bay of some kind. It would go high over the islands, then plunge down into the water, and at times slow down so people could look at the underwater critters. The whole time the insides of the train were shifting, seats were changing, walls were moving, and at this point my hands were really tired from trying to hold on to all these different bags.

Next the train pulled into an airport--an airport on the water--and more seats appeared from the floor to accommodate all the air passengers. I remember looking out the windows and watching airplanes take off from the water, like some kind of amphibious aircraft, kicking up huge waves in their wake. A Chinese man tried to tell me something, but I couldn't understand him, then another Chinese passenger explained that he was trying to tell me that there were lockers where I could put my bags.

With huge relief, I headed over to the section of the train where these lockers were, but as I approached, the partitions started shifting again and I couldn't get to it. I never did get off that train before waking up, so I have no idea where I was going. Also my arms hurt when I woke up.

Maybe you should slow down and stop doing so much! Sounds like (uneducated psychobabble alert) a classic "too much on your plate" dream.

Yellek and I won $50,000 in a weird slot machine thingy after a presentation. Seems that for each person who attended, there was a credit or a coin or something entered into it, so the first person who used it would win big. I stuffed the money in my backpack but then accidentally left it behind when an angry man with electrical powers fuses with an alien meteorite and attacks us with an army of robots. He was after revenge because while I was giving him treatment in the hospital earlier, my laser treatment device malfunctioned, leaving him disfigured and somehow merged with electronics.

So all the people in the building are trying to barricade themselves off from the robot army, but it's a losing battle. Finally a small group of us manage to escape the building and make our way unseen into some kind of secret hideout for a weird group of people. The people there offer us jewels and artifacts. One of them I pick up and read the writing on the back. Instead of having beneficial powers, it's cursed! It's summoned an ancient and powerful demon/spirit/god named, uh, nel e nel, who will come and destroy me.

Great! Now I not only have a disfigured cyborg with a robot army after me, here comes this other ancient god to get me too. Well, f*ck it, no point in hiding anymore. Because before these two, there already a demon named something like Garuman hunting me. I'd managed to mask my location from him. Until this point, that is, when I called his name to reveal my location.

I go and stand in from the cyborg dude while the other two swarm into existence behind me. Each wants me for his own, so they start fighting each other. Cyborg and his robot army are clearly outmatched, so he goes down first. The other two are too busy fighting to notice me slip away.

But then I notice that I've lost my backpack and the $50,000 inside! So I go back in time to before I lost it and undo everything that happened.

I saw a Looney Toons Daffy Duck cartoon just like that yesterday....

Ever wake up from a dream sobbing?

So in this dream, I was at my old high school for some event, and a building blew up. At first I was nonchalant about it, then I started thinking that my sister, who sometimes does photography at events around town, might have been in the building. I start panicking and call her and she answers, but my emotions were still out of control from adrenaline or whatnot and I'm telling her what was happening and thought she might have been hurt. Which is when I woke up sobbing.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

Epic, big budget, dream with robot army, etc.

Ok my dream seems pretty tame after that.

I'd gone on holiday with a group of friends. Three guys and a girl. The guy who was driving kept telling us he had a nuclear bomb in the boot/trunk of his car. When we stopped at a pub to break our journey, he threatened to detonate it and kill us all. He seemed serious but we managed to talk him out of it. Later the girl and I went for a tour around the local village with the slightly unhinged guy in his bomb car while the others stayed at the hotel. Part way around he told us he was going to tie us both up in the car and set the bomb on a timer (presumably a long one) while he got out of the blast radius. When we stopped at the next traffic lights I broke his neck and killed him. We looked in the boot/trunk of the car and found lots of wires, etc but the weren't attached to anything. Returning to the hotel I explained that we'd been threatened again with nuclear death and that I'd killed the guy. Everyone agreed it was a reasonable course of action considering that the bomb could have been real and we went back to enjoying the holiday.

Higgledy wrote:

I'd gone on holiday with a group of friends. Three guys and a girl. The guy who was driving kept telling us he had a nuclear bomb in the boot/trunk of his car. When we stopped at a pub to break our journey, he threatened to detonate it and kill us all. He seemed serious but we managed to talk him out of it. Later the girl and I went for a tour around the local village with the slightly unhinged guy in his bomb car while the others stayed at the hotel. Part way around he told us he was going to tie us both up in the car and set the bomb on a timer (presumably a long one) while he got out of the blast radius. When we stopped at the next traffic lights I broke his neck and killed him. We looked in the boot/trunk of the car and found lots of wires, etc but the weren't attached to anything. Returning to the hotel I explained that we'd been threatened again with nuclear death and that I'd killed the guy. Everyone agreed it was a reasonable course of action considering that the bomb could have been real and we went back to enjoying the holiday.

+5 renegade points.

I've not been remembering many dreams recently. :/

Higgledy wrote:
Quintin_Stone wrote:

Epic, big budget, dream with robot army, etc.

Ok my dream seems pretty tame after that.

I think Michael Bay directs many of my dreams.

I had a weird one today. I was with a crowd of folks walking around with presidential candidates, and all of a sudden, I've been included as the "common man's choice". So I'm walking around shaking people's hands and saying "Hi! I'm Mars and I'm running for president." And they seem real happy to meet me. I don't even have a platform or party, and nobody cares.

Mars for President!

I bought Peggle Nights in the sale and since then I've been having dreams about being chased by animals. No rainbows and unicorns though so I can't definitively say that the two things are connected.

In the first dream I went swimming with the local baker (fictional and not a hot blonde) and ended up being chased out onto land my large cod with strange tube like legs.

In the second I met up for lunch with a new neighbour (also fictional. Also not a hot blonde (damnit!)) and was pestered by dogs who, on closer inspection, turned out to be very mean and hungry looking hyenas.

In the third dream I was with a group of people stranded on an alien world/in the distant past/ in a futuristic theme park and we were attacked by velociraptors. As the group made a futile effort to flee I remember thinking that the velociraptor looked too green and a bit chubby. As several people fell to their scythe like claws I found myself wishing that they'd stuck to the original design.

If you can dream lucidly and you choose to have sex with an old flame during a dream, does that count as infidelity? I'm in this weird situation where I'm hoping that I don't realize that I'm dreaming when I'm dreaming so that I can't be responsible for what happens in it.

LarryC wrote:

If you can dream lucidly and you choose to have sex with an old flame during a dream, does that count as infidelity? I'm in this weird situation where I'm hoping that I don't realize that I'm dreaming when I'm dreaming so that I can't be responsible for what happens in it.

I don't think it counts as infidelity either way. Like everyone else (probably including your partner) you are bound to occasionally have thoughts and fantasies about sex with other people. It's part of being human. If you try to suppress all your sexual thoughts and feelings it could be unhealthy.

Well, the difference is I can control it. That's what lucid dreaming is. Once I realize that I'm dreaming, I can control how the dream goes, like magic or like I'm the director of an impossibly awesome movie set.

A sex dream feels real, even when you know it's a dream, as long as you can summon the memory components that go into it. Although, now that I think about it, since the person and the memories that go into my "partner" are coming from me and my experiences, I suppose I'm having sex with myself.

That's... ...pretty weird.

I think I may start be turning into an Abed, where reality and tv start mixing

I had a dream about going back to high school to somehow get college credits or something, hey it doesn't make sense but it's a dream. Anyway queue some teen anxiety and Olivia Wilde is my homeroom teacher or something (I had watched the trailer for The Change-Up yesterday). Somehow it led to us having to smuggle drugs using those race-cars in that recent Archer episode with the french formula racing, except these cars had passenger seats in the back, and it had no seat-belts and only water-ride style side bars to hold on to. I remember grabbing on to the side bars thinking "I'm f-ed" as the cars start driving.

LarryC wrote:

Well, the difference is I can control it. That's what lucid dreaming is. Once I realize that I'm dreaming, I can control how the dream goes, like magic or like I'm the director of an impossibly awesome movie set.

In my experience the more control you take over your lucid dream the fuzzier things get. And then you wake up.

Yonder:

It may have to do with how your mind works and which intelligence spheres you are strong with. I'm highly visual and kinesthetic. I can summon a visual image on command. I can sense where my body is in space and how it's aligned, generally, as long as I have a mirror with which to relate my kinesthetic sensations for baseline. I can even pee on command.

When I take control of my dreams, I can generally realize whatever it is I want as long as it's in my arsenal of visual and body sensation memories. If it's not, then I have to recognize that the parts that are missing or fuzzy is because I don't really know what that is. For instance, I can't dream about the sensation of dying because I've never died. I even have a limited ability to keep myself from waking up, or I can wake up when I remember something in-dream that I needed to do and forgot.