Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

Okay, this one's pretty wild. Wish my conscious mind had this much imagination.

I am part of a group that is performing a mass exodus. As we're about to leave, I find out that my choice to go to India was overruled by the group and instead we'll be going to a whole 'nother planet that no one's ever been to. I of course protest because we have no idea what we'll find there, but we all load up into the big-ass cargo plane and take off.

We arrive on the planet, which has a hilly terrain but a dull landscape. There is a pre-existing structure (alien) which seems to be abandoned, however one person tried to approach it and was zapped dead by some kind of automated defense energy weapon.

So we're getting along fine for a couple weeks. We're building structures and there are predators but we learn to keep them away. But after 2 weeks, people are getting sick. Everyone is getting weaker. Do we have a doctor? No, but we eventually find that we have some kind of little diagnosing wristband, like the on in Torchwood that diagnosed the guy with low sodium. Except it diagnoses us as all being low in vitamin A and vitamin D!

We're all dying because this planet isn't providing us these important vitamins. People are getting weaker and weaker and a few of them have died already. Predators are encroaching further into our compound.

Then I have some breakthrough where I figure out how to get through the automated defenses surrounding the alien structure. It involves some kind of RFID card or something? I've either forgotten how I discovered this or it happened off-screen. Anyway, I ride to the alien compound on an ATV, holding the card high and I surprise an alien guy who's walking around the outside of the building. There's a long back and forth where the alien tells me he can't help us and I'm explaining that we're all dying. Eventually, the aliens relent and agree to help us and I guess we're all saved? Can't really remember if there was a definitive ending to this dream.

I had a dream that Christian Bale was chasing me around a hilly suburban area on a bicycle. I was able to keep ahead of him even though I was on foot because he kept stopping to murder people with an ax.

I guess i shouldn't post my zombie-fellatio dream, right?

ClockworkHouse wrote:
I had a dream that Christian Bale was chasing me around a hilly suburban area on a bicycle. I was able to keep ahead of him even though I was on foot because he kept stopping to murder people with an ax.

HI CLOCK!!!!

Grenn wrote:
Why were you give a zombie....never mind. I don't want to know.

You got that backwards....

Why were you giving a zombie....never mind. I don't want to know.

*edited for my own dumb typo

Quintin_Stone wrote:
Okay, this one's pretty wild. Wish my conscious mind had this much imagination.

That's a pretty awesome dream.

making out with Backstrom and Thor at once =D

Okay, last night i had a normal dream.

I was at a family weekend event where all my extended family was present. However, one of my co-workers was also present and we had somehow both decided to enter into some sort of triathlon or something... The first part was swimming out of the swimming pool at the place across a large bay and off to an island in the distance. Well, somehow we were all being released like rally cars instead of all at once, and we decided that we'd swim together so she climbed on my back and we swam to the end of the pool.

Neither of us were sure what to do there so we climbed up the ladder and, at the top i realised there was a zip line.... So, with her still holding on, we grabbed on and slid back to the beginning of the course. As we did this, i looked back and saw the competitor behind us climb up and then push on the back wall of the pod which opened like a swing door to reveal the river and bay outside.

Cursing our stupidity, we decided we didn't want to actually do the event anyway and so went and had an icecream out on the promenade... The only thing was, classic style as per "The King of Queens" intro, as we walked away from the stand i dropped my ice cream all down me. To which she uttered the most disappointed sigh i've ever heard though when she looked at me it wasn't with disappointment.

I forget how the next bit happened but then we had sex... So i guess the dream ended on a high note

Then my alarm went off during the "endgame"... :/

A woman discovers/develops an ability to take direct control of other people's bodies and "possess" them. She hones this ability by possessing the body of her infant son (?!) but does not realize until too late that possessing people deteriorates their brains and her child is left with irreversible brain damage, in a near vegetative state.

I was at the airport and in a WoW instance group. I was a troll. I'm not sure what class. I may have been a priest or a paladin as I could heal but my costume wasn't green and I didn't have any foliage on my shoulders. We'd just pulled a load of trash mobs and it was looking like we were dead but we kept fighting anyway. We'd all ended up in individual skirmishes and I was desperately trying to kite my mob until the next spell was ready. By the skin of our teeth we killed on more little trash mob and suddenly a huge purple and red tyrannosaurus spawned in the middle of the concourse and started chasing me. I ran around a corner trying to escape only to find two more purple and red tyrannosauruses coming my way. We had a quick count up and decided that at least ten of the beasts had just joined the fight.

It was at this point that my flight was called. I went to the guy running the party and said, "Look. I gotta go. My flights been called." He told me it was fine. Feeling guilty I went to my gate but found the doors were stuck and there was only a very narrow gap between them that everyone had so squeeze through. I was just trying to get my big troll head through the gap when I woke up.

I was standing at the edge of a deep well with a bunch of people and everyone was diving in. I stepped up to the edge and got ready to jump when someone unseen grabbed me from behind and dove into the water pulling me with them. I was turned on my back and sank facing upwards. As I sank I noticed depth markers on the wall (similar to those on a high dive pool) pass.
5ft
10ft
15ft and still sinking

I had no air in my lungs. I could hear the person behind me forcefully exhaling, more than should be humanly possible, as we sank deeper and faster. I'm pretty sure I passed out around 25ft because that's when I woke up.

tagging-I'll try to remember some though

I think I come up with some, at least while I'm in them, pretty amazing and complex adventures and dramas.
I think it's because when I'm awake, the best things on tv are the cartoons-everything else is very very stupid and I can't watch reruns of Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica all the time, or anything else for the most part because I remember them all.

RolandofGilead wrote:
tagging-I'll try to remember some though

I think I come up with some, at least while I'm in them, pretty amazing and complex adventures and dramas.
I think it's because when I'm awake, the best things on tv are the cartoons-everything else is very very stupid and I can't watch reruns of Babylon 5 and Battlestar Galactica all the time, or anything else for the most part because I remember them all.

I'd have thought your crazy dreams would have involved Roses and Towers...

This is weird and convoluted:

I am part of a racially-diverse spaceship crew and we get orders to collect DNA samples from people. Apparently we are all worried that this is because of some extinction threat, because someone says that we should all agree to make sure all races and ethnicities are properly represented. We all agree and shake hands.

We are hovering over a small colony city and trying to find any signs of life. For such a small colony, the construction is extremely elaborate and affluent. They have a glass dome amphitheater with massive marble statues inside and lots of thing made of or plated in gold. We determine that the people are probably in one of 3 buildings, the only one I can remember was the town hall. We then proceed to shoot two of the buildings so we can collapse the roof and look inside.

The colonists make contact with us. Nothing was wrong, I'm not sure where they all were, but they seem fine and in good spirits. They don't even care that we blew up 2 of their buildings. They hardly seem to have noticed.

[Scene jump]

Next thing I know, a handful of us are caught in the middle of an Alien vs Predator fight. It's kind of a desolate area: flat, no vegetation, clusters of large rocks all around. Both of them want to kill us, but they want to kill each other as well, so have to do lots of running and hiding. We maneuver as much as we can to lead them into each other (we're all on foot and our weapons have no effect on either one).

Finally the predator kills the alien, but in the process its face mask is torn off and ruined, leaving it almost blinded by the bright sunlight and heat. About that time, a bunch of military transports land and there are soldiers all over. I tell shout to the officers not to land, but they don't listen and the predator starts killing them. But because it's almost blinded, they manage to subdue it. But then they start to take it inside a building! I think ahead though and go to grab the dead alien's severed tail, one of the few items I know is sharp enough to penetrate the predator's tough hide. Once inside, the predator starts attacking again. I begin to flay it with the alien's tail, which has been coated with a bunch of nasty drugs and chemicals. It quickly collapses.

We get word that one of the people (Clancy Brown) helping us fight the predator before the soldiers arrived was not who he claimed. In fact, he drew both the alien and predator to that planet in order to kill/capture one of both. We blame him for the deaths and there's a gunfight where he is killed by his own giant gun exploding.

Something in all of this triggers a cataclysmic climate shift (or maybe it was just coincidence). Before long, the whole planet is overrun with dinosaurs! The big ones are no trouble, but the smaller human-sized predators hate mammals and are always trying to hunt us down. They are also smart! Not super bright, but about the same intellect as a stupid adult human. Some have even learned to speak English.

A small group of us are hiding amongst rocks, underwater, trying to avoid a pair of angry dino predators. We manage to get on to land and we find the underground base of some of the human survivors. They open the secret entrance just before the dino predators catch up to us. Inside we find a bunch of people and soldiers, with many guns, including an M2 Browning machine gun, but the head guy tells us that even that won't make a dent in the dino hides. (And yet the bunker is stocked with dinosaur meat?) Me and my group are getting ready to go outside again, except when we look out we see those 2 dinos sniffing around the secret entrance. Everyone's getting worried because they won't leave. And then they manage to brute-force their way through the door! Everyone scatters to find hiding places in the bunker.

The dinos, however, decide it's easier to eat the stocks of dinosaur meat in the bunker than it is to chase humans. So while a steady stream of dino carnivores come in and out of the bunker to eat the meat stocks, we humans are forced deeper into the bunker. We hear some of them declare "I LOVE EATING DINOSAURS" and someone says that hopefully they'll become so focused on eating dino meat that eventually they'll start turning on each other and become cannibals. But ironically, as we run out of supplies, some of the humans resort to killing and eating other humans.

We get a radio signal from a ship in orbit. The video message is from a gray tabby cat wearing a tiny dollhouse on its head as a hat. The cat tells us how their colony ships, full of cute and fuzzy creatures, are landing. We try to tell them not to land, because of the dinosaurs, but our message isn't getting through.

Quintin_Stone wrote:
We get a radio signal from a ship in orbit. The video message is from a gray tabby cat wearing a tiny dollhouse on its head as a hat. The cat tells us how their colony ships, full of cute and fuzzy creatures, are landing. We try to tell them not to land, because of the dinosaurs, but our message isn't getting through.

You sure this was a dream and not some cocaine/meth induced coma in a sensory deprivation box in a house full of cats?

Also, sigged.

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I had a dream that Andrew Ryan owned GWJ and personally insisted that someone (Quintin Stone? Duoae? Nuean?) be banned from the site for exposing themselves in IRC during a game of Uno Blitz.

LouZiffer wrote:
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ClockworkHouse wrote:
I had a dream that Andrew Ryan owned GWJ and personally insisted that someone (Quintin Stone? Duoae? Nuean?) be banned from the site for exposing themselves in IRC during a game of Uno Blitz.

That was no dream.

How do you expose yourself on IRC? ASCII penis drawings?

muttonchop wrote:
How do you expose yourself on IRC? <- Question. ASCII penis drawings? <- Answer.

ClockworkHouse wrote:
I had a dream that Andrew Ryan owned GWJ and personally insisted that someone (Quintin Stone? Duoae? Nuean?) be banned from the site for exposing themselves in IRC during a game of Uno Blitz.

Why would i expose myself during uno blitz? I mean, i'm always naked when on IRC anyway. I thought we all were, hence all the smut talk!

I've seen this room a couple of times now.

There's a house in my dreams. It's very similar to my current house except that it must be a backwards "L" because I can see the front of my house through the room's window. It's this window which is weird. It is as large as a patio window but it is not a single large pane. It's just a large two-pane sliding window that goes from floor to ceiling and is very wide and the upper pane is much smaller than the top.

This lower pane has a problem. It has many fine cracks in it. When it rains heavily, it leaks and allows water to get in my house, which I hate.

I was at some sort of post-secondary institute for Harry Potter-type wizards, a cross between Hogwarts and SFU Surrey (my old university). It was night time, and I was standing a few floors up a large tower overlooking a long, flat part of the campus whose roof was made of glass. Much of this part was obscured by giant scorch marks on the glass, but in a few places I could see some sort of office space with walls made of off-white plaster and wooden paneling; the space was partitioned into irregular elliptical areas joined by short, straight hallways, like a labyrinth or a hedge maze. The scorch marks, I think, were from the frequent battles happening outside and around the campus, since this dream was set during the war towards the end of the Harry Potter novels; I remember chasing a specter of Voldemort around, which resembled some kind of Revenant, mostly transparent and with long, spindly limbs.

The other part of this dream had to do with women, as I've been rereading the HP novels and am now going through the annoying relationship-heavy parts. I bought a drink for my girlfriend, who took the form of a girl I'm currently flirting with in reality; we ended up in bed somewhere. But then she sort of turned into my real-life ex, who was feeling sick from the drink and I needed to find her some sort of magical hangover remedy. There was a vending machine that gave out chews with various functions, and one of them suited my purposes, but I couldn't figure out which one because the graphics on the vending machine buttons were rubbed off with age; my ex seemed to know which one it was, but wanted me to get it for her and was exasperated. I realized I had to get change for this vending machine, so I went up to some merchant a few feet away to break my wizard bills into wizard coins. I was going to be polite and purchase a small item rather than just ask for change, which annoyed my ex. She didn't want me buying any unhealthy stuff, so instead I bought a few slices of white bread with butter (I remember thinking that that wasn't actually much better than a chocolate bar or whatever). I went back to the vending machine and inserted some coins, but I still couldn't figure out which button to press (ex gets more annoyed). Eventually I pull out my wand and say "accio hangover remedy", which works. But at this point it seems she has already purchased a pack of hangover remedy chews from some other merchant, "the real way" she says. Having had enough, I utter "accio broom", hop on my newly-summoned broomstick, and fly off at very high speed, much to her displeasure and my satisfaction. I remember flying around the darkened countryside for a while, feeling vaguely anxious about being attacked while I was away from Hogwarts/SFU; one household over which I flew had a very nice garden with marble fountains and topiaries and stuff, but the owners said they would shoot trespassers on sight so no one got to go in there.

I met my soul mate, Al Pacino. We were desperately in love but our different lifestyles kept us apart. Funny, I always thought Johnny Depp was my soul mate.

I would like to purchase some of these wizard coins.

I dreamt that I had to kill a dude, a giant caterpillar, and a giant scorpion. I manage to trap the scorpion in a hut without a roof, and snuck up behind the dude and the caterpillar, causing them to instantly disappear.
Now I had to beat the scorpion. After trying several times to sneak up on it, I manage to trap the mostrosity in one of those reusable Safeway bags. I should note that the Safeway bag was very normal, other than its apparent ability to capture oversized bugs and shrink them. Wishing to stay as far away from the scorpion as possible, I wrapped the spare pair of pants I suddenly had had the whole time around the bag's handles and tried to get the scorpion to the objective. Wherever that was. The pants weren't on properly because I was rushing leading to when the bag slipped out, miraculously folding themselves over the scorpion and containing it completely. I knew that I was running out of time and didn't want to get close to the scorpion, but I absolutely needed to get the previously enormous scorpion to the objective. I said, and I quote, "f*ck it," wrapped the bag around the scorpion, and picked it up, running towards the objective. The scorpion, who had been thrashing around and hissing at me this entire time, took the opportunity to sting my hand, at which point I freaked out and woke up.

These dreams were all last night.

Dream 1: I had to set up turrets for a tower-defense game for the soon-to-be-arriving queen, to protect her from the hordes of aliens that would be approaching. But I was confused when I started the game without any turrets on hand, and didn't know where to look for them. By the time the queen arrived, I'd only found 1, so I put it up and then tried to supplement it by shooting the aliens with my own rifle. I did not work and I had to restart.

Dream 2: I was a federal agent involved in a barroom standoff with some big time crooks who were holding one of our agents at knifepoint. Then things went messy and I woke up in the hospital where another one of our agents and I were recovering from gunshot wounds. The crook who had been the one holding the knife came into our room to see us, making sure there were no hard feelings. Apparently he'd made some kind of deal? He seemed really mad -- but tried to hide it -- when I said I had no memory of what happened once the bullets started flying.

Later after I was out of the hospital, my boss Hetty (NCIS:LA) came to talk to me about it. She asked me something like "Where would have been the most sensible place to stab someone holding a fellow agent at knifepoint?" And I said "The heart." I got the impression that that wasn't where I'd stabbed (or tried to stab) the guy. She didn't tell me where I did try before the dream faded. (Or why I'd stab when I'd had a gun?) It made me wonder if the guy was mad because I stabbed him somewhere more delicate.

Dream 3: I was a journalist with my editor trying to convince a source to open up to us. Eventually she does and gives us this big scrapbook full of incriminating evidence against people in the government. One of our reporters thinks we're in over our heads and refuses to have anything to do with it. But we continue investigating.

Later I'm at the mall, in a store with a bunch of other people, when there's this big alarm and these barriers, some white, some transparent, come out from the floor, ceiling, and walls to trap us all inside. Government agents come and corral us into some underground room where we're given seats at tables. So we're sitting in this room while a skinny William Shatner asks each of us very personal questions about our lives. One of my fellow "detainees" loses it and starts stamping around the room screaming about how we're prisoners and when he won't shut up, some agents take him into the next room and execute him.

Skinny Shatner starts asking me questions and I stand up and start pacing the room, talking to my fellow detainees about how we're all going to die down here, they'll never let us all go, but instead they'll execute us all one by one like the screaming guy. Skinny Shatner waits a bit before denying what I say, then telling us that we're not prisoners and we're free to go at any time. "Fine. I want to leave right now."

He assigns to government thugs to accompany me up and out of the facility, into a car where they'll drive me back to where they got me. My suspicions though are confirmed when the spot they choose to drop me off is a dark corner of a deserted parking garage. I hit them by surprise and flee up to street level. Suddenly I find myself approached from many sides by these sketchy looking Asian guys, some in cop uniforms, with guns out. I manage to get a gun away from one (or maybe a gun I got from the feds who drove me?) and I wake up just after firing two shots at each of them.

Last night I dreamed that I was attending some sort of conference out of town, so I was staying at a hotel. I was carrying some baggage into my hotel room when the Ron Perlman walked out of the room next door to mine. He saw my open door, walked into my room, and started asking me really specific questions about a desk that was in the room: what kind of wood was it made of, where was it made, how old was it, etc. The way he was asking the questions made it seem like he thought I owned the desk, so I politely explained that I didn't know anything about the desk, it wasn't mine, it was already in the room when I checked in. He thanked me and left the room.