Crazy weird dreams that you've dreamt!

I dreamed that I found a witch's hut in Minecraft. I had a long, drawn-out fight with a witch and then finally defeated her. The hut was filled with the heads of many Minecraft creatures and people, which I took for myself.

Deadmonkeys wrote:
Mantid wrote:

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

Let the psychoanalysis begin!

You don't eat enough soup... also you eat it with knives...

Deadmonkeys wrote:

Oh dear.

Spoiler:

What did I look like?

You were quite tall, around 5'10", slim with long, dark-hazel hair and eyes... Kinda like a prettier Liv Tyler.

I'm half-expecting a bizarre rule 63 scenario, where your dream representation is my female counterpart. Let's see...

Duoae wrote:

You were quite tall, around 5'10" (Ooh, so close!), slim (oh well) with long, dark-hazel hair (a bit darker) and eyes (yup)... Kinda like a prettier Liv Tyler (circa 2003? dang).

Anyhoo, I had another weird dream. This one's kinda spotty and decidedly less ominous.

I arrived at my old elementary school to teach. Instead of going to the office, I signed in with a lady sitting outside, next to a long, rectangular table piled with puffy winter jackets. She directed me to the gymnasium. I can't remember what was inside. After some time, I left the gym and ran into the principal and her minion(?). She asked why I wasn't in my room: classes had already begun. Confused, I spoke to the jacket lady again. She grinned and teleported me to a room full of kids, half of which left immediately for a meeting or activity. I proceeded to play sick electric guitar riffs on a lump of clay and sang a song titled "Why You Shouldn't Cuss."

Can't remember the second half.

Had a dream this past weekend that I was a starting pitcher for the Mets in the World Series.

It's funny that my brain thought the Mets would ever be in the playoffs.

Had a real fun dream today so I thought I'd share. It was very tolken, I was basically a hobbit who accidentally wandered onto a captured princess and being a good sort stole her and got the hell out. I was taking her back home when I got attacked by a nazgul or some sort of demon. I managed to chop of one of its arms and then gandalf came and saved my ass. We got her home and there was this big scene celebrating me as a hero, it felt fantastic. Such a lovely dream.

Just had a dream where the not-so-deceased author Robert Asprin took over a small country. I think it was Latveria. He immediately cloned himself. After said cloning, he announced that he was not only the supreme political leader but a godlike figure as well. His first decree was that all should speak Esperanto. The second decree was to start a cult worship of his sex organ. Due to recent cloning, this second decree lead to a splinter cult group which worshiped the clone.
I'm fairly sure that his wife became the Prime Minister. However, this part of the dream wasn't clear.

You've been watching too much Red Dwarf!

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kryten_(Red_Dwarf)

I seem to have a trend of dreaming about buying food at a movie theater.

A couple weeks ago I dreamt that I was at a movie theater which had a huge lobby. So large, in fact, that they had a Christmas market set up inside with all kinds of shops with homemade gifts. I was there with my mother (I had the feeling my father was saving us seats in the theater) and her mother's birthday was coming up, she decided to buy her an ice cream cake while we were there. I just wanted some ice cream. We headed to a cart in the lobby what was well known for how good its ice cream was. After standing in line, my mom ordered the cake, but before I could order mine, the cashier decided to start arguing with the couple that had been in line in front of us about five cents they still needed to pay.

When it seemed that that arguement wasn't going to end, I decided to get some ice cream from the theater's regular concession stand. I wandered over to their gift shop, where they had all kinds of cones and bowls for ice cream. However none of them actually included ice cream, only the small plastic bowl did. Buying that I went over to the ice cream machine to fill it up and out poured a sloppy, semi-melted mess. I was very disappointed.

Last night I dreamt about being in a movie theater again, this time with my brother and sister-in-law, who was holding one of their two dogs. I headed out of the theater, the size of which would have been suited for a concert hall, to get some chedder and bacon french fries. This actually went smoothly this time and I returned to my seat just in time for the movie to start. It was some odd mixup of different movies, Fellowship of the Ring only with characters like Katniss, Lincoln, and Bond were a part of the Fellowship.

I had a dream where I met Coldstream. He was making an ad for Google that involved a plastic bottle rolling up an escalator.

I think I may have tried to overthrow an upside down world at some point before that.

I dreamed that I wrote a Broadway musical about Nicola Tesla. It was a pretty rockin' show.

I dreamed a dream of alternating current... With voltage high and amperes flowing...

AmazingZoidberg wrote:

I dreamed that I wrote a Broadway musical about Nicola Tesla. It was a pretty rockin' show.

That is weird. Was she hot and nekkid? Imagine if it was about Nikola Tesla instead!

[edit] Now I'm wondering if there's a porn actress with the name Nicola Tesla. If there isn't there should be!

I had an Ridley Scott's Alien based dream. We were in a lab and had one of the aliens in a glass cage. Of course someone let the bugger out and it raced around the facility killing people. The creatures structure was based on a fish body type and swam through the air. I considered to be a tad unrealistic even as I was fleeing for my life.

A later scene had the last few hundred survivors on an abandoned airfield. We were expecting a tsunami of aliens to arrive at any moment and had gathered the fastest cars we could in order be able to escape them. Unfortunately, people admiring each other's cars led to races which led to people slamming their cars into each other in a free for all demolition derby type affair. When the wave of glistening black aliens finally did arrive the only viable car I could find to flee in was similar to the one below.

IMAGE(http://ipocars.com/imgs/a/e/y/x/x/fiat__500_classic_cars__h__mark__folding_roof_1965_1_lgw.jpg)

This showed up at the right time.

I just had a dream that I wrote star wars books for a living and one of the books went to be printed without the cover being approved. Apparently I was talking in my sleep about how "he didn't approve it" according to the wife.

Just before I got up this morning I had a dream that all my hair started falling out while I was at work. I ran my hands through my hair and it just started coming out in big clumps. It was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a while - I could feel the texture of my hair, and when I went to the bathroom I could see a clear reflection of myself in the mirror with big bald patches where the hair had come out. In the dream I wasn't too worried about losing my hair, but I was very worried about why it just started falling out like that. Was it chemical exposure? Radiation sickness? I woke up just as I was starting to panic.

Now I'm sitting at work and feeling extremely paranoid.

muttonchop wrote:

Just before I got up this morning I had a dream that all my hair started falling out while I was at work. I ran my hands through my hair and it just started coming out in big clumps. It was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a while - I could feel the texture of my hair, and when I went to the bathroom I could see a clear reflection of myself in the mirror with big bald patches where the hair had come out. In the dream I wasn't too worried about losing my hair, but I was very worried about why it just started falling out like that. Was it chemical exposure? Radiation sickness? I woke up just as I was starting to panic.

Now I'm sitting at work and feeling extremely paranoid.

It's called male potency. Some people dream about teeth falling out.... others dream about hair falling out. Don't worry. You're just subconsciously worried that you're no longer attractive to the opposite sex.

[edit] I suppose I should post this....

Had another one of those goddamn "back in college" dreams. The kind where I'm woefully unprepared for my classes, can't remember what classes I'm taking or where they are, haven't been doing the homework, etc.

My history teacher was doing this weird thing where he was playing rock and metal songs and somehow tying the lyrics to events that occurred during World War II. He played some of a Rush song, a Yes song, Genesis' Domino, and Of Rage and War by Savatage.

Left the class only to realize I wasn't wearing a shirt and my wallet wasn't in my back pocket. Went back into the classroom and found my shirt on a shelf next to my desk. My wallet was in my front pocket. Also found some of my papers there, which I was relieved to find, because I knew my class schedule was among them. I mentioned it to a classmate as I was walking back out and he said, "Well yeah, but you can just read your schedule at that," gesturing at a wall-mounted kiosk.

"Oh yeah, of course," I replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, when of course I had no idea.

Later I must have realized I didn't actually have my schedule, because I was trying to find the history classroom and that kiosk next to it, but I couldn't. Kept roaming around the building trying to find them.

I f*cking hate back-in-school dreams.

I dreamed that James Cameron had invited my wife and myself over to watch an early screening of his latest movie. Before we got to the showing of Avatar 2: Black and Blue, I woke up.

Quintin_Stone wrote:

Had another one of those goddamn "back in college" dreams. The kind where I'm woefully unprepared for my classes, can't remember what classes I'm taking or where they are, haven't been doing the homework, etc.

My history teacher was doing this weird thing where he was playing rock and metal songs and somehow tying the lyrics to events that occurred during World War II. He played some of a Rush song, a Yes song, Genesis' Domino, and Of Rage and War by Savatage.

Left the class only to realize I wasn't wearing a shirt and my wallet wasn't in my back pocket. Went back into the classroom and found my shirt on a shelf next to my desk. My wallet was in my front pocket. Also found some of my papers there, which I was relieved to find, because I knew my class schedule was among them. I mentioned it to a classmate as I was walking back out and he said, "Well yeah, but you can just read your schedule at that," gesturing at a wall-mounted kiosk.

"Oh yeah, of course," I replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, when of course I had no idea.

Later I must have realized I didn't actually have my schedule, because I was trying to find the history classroom and that kiosk next to it, but I couldn't. Kept roaming around the building trying to find them.

I f*cking hate back-in-school dreams.

Mine are either "can't find my schedule" or "test in a class I've never been to". Can't stand those damn dreams.

Last night I had possibly the most frustrating dream I've ever had.

I was working in an office and the VP of the company came to me with a clipping of a competition in a newspaper. He placed it on my desk and asked if I could help him prepare an entry. I didn't particularly want to as I was behind with my work but agreed that I would. Part of the competition involved writing two words on a rock. One of those words was nickel. I asked the guy on the desk next to me how you spell nickel and he said he didn't know. I looked in the dictionaries we had on a shelf but the seemed to be explaining the historic origins of words and weren't proper dictionaries at all. I proceeded to canvas more people in the office and got no where. One of my mates said he knew. Relieved I grabbed a pen and paper, "N-i-c-k-o-l," he said then he added, "but I don't know. It could be wrong." Then you don't know how to spell the word if you don't know if it's right!!! I wanted to shout but I stormed off fuming instead. The dream just went on and on like that with me being thwarted at every turn until I woke up.

I had a dream that I went back to my parents house for a trip and found their cat, who I lived with for 7 of the 8 years of it's life, dead by the driveway. I woke up, then dreamed that I saw something on the lane marker in the 2nd lane of 5 on a highway. It was too late to swerve to avoid it, and it ended up being a person lying down in the middle of the road and it was pretty gross. That one wasn't as easy to shake off.

I dreamed that I walked up to my attractive female friend who was sleeping on the floor of a church. I had the idea in my head that I *REALLY* needed her retainer for some reason, so I pried open her mouth and took it out myself. It was all slippery and slimy in my hands. Then the dream ended.

Osiran wrote:

I dreamed that I walked up to my attractive female friend who was sleeping on the floor of a church. I had the idea in my head that I *REALLY* needed her retainer for some reason, so I pried open her mouth and took it out myself. It was all slippery and slimy in my hands. Then the dream ended.

I'm sure there isn't any psychological subtext to that dream. I'd just take it at face value.

Wow, I just found this weirdo thread. Which is a great opportunity to share a dream I had about half a year ago.

I was on a mission. A mission to rescue shrimps from a transport to a concentration camp.

I have been fortunate enough to, I believe, come to the end of the "school gone wrong" nightmares. It's been years now since I've had one. Didn't really have a weird dream last night, but I have been playing a lot of Antichamber, and I use a fan to create white noise... and as I was drifting off, I could hear, in the white noise, some of the ambient background sounds, and especially, the sound of collecting and placing the bit blocks.

I recently had this incredibly detailed dream about working at a job that I've never had.

I was working for a company that made custom playgrounds. I knew how the office was laid out. I knew how the factory floor where the work was done was laid out. I knew what our sales presentations and brochures looked like. I knew who our clients were. I knew the people in the office. I knew what my job was (dealing with vendors, negotiating prices for materials and the like). I knew everything about it as if I had worked there for years.

I've never worked in manufacturing. I've never worked in procurement. I have no idea where it came from. But when my alarm went off I was actually confused for a minute as to what job I was getting ready to go to.

NSMike wrote:

I have been fortunate enough to, I believe, come to the end of the "school gone wrong" nightmares. It's been years now since I've had one.

Haha. Dude, you know how old I am. Give it time.

Last night I dreamed of nothing. Not that I didn't dream. I dreamed of an emptiness. I giant void of nothing. I and it didn't do anything. It was just there.

Some of the best and most vivid dreams I have usually come to me if my wife wakes me up when she goes to work and I get to sleep another couple of hours after that. So this morning, with help of Dante from Devil May Cry and archangel Michael's clumsy descendant (we needed someone of that bloodline to use the archangel sword), we killed a plant leviathan in the graveyard of New Orleans.

Yellek and I were sitting outside our store, watching kids playing in the playground nearby. One of the kids was the kid of a friend or possibly our nephew? Anyway, some of the kids seemed a bit bullyish so we were trying to keep an eye on him. One of the kids I suspected was actually an adult midget. This child/midget took the bobble from the beret of one of the oldest kids and tossed it away. Old kid was irritated and went to retrieve it, only to find another kid had started to pull it apart and eat it.

Another kid went to the vending machine in front of our store and instead of paying for drinks, just opened it and took out a dray of bottles. "It's okay," he said to us and walked away. I just shrugged and Yellek and talked a bit about who the kid might be.

"As long as you're not paying for them," I said to her.

She replied, "Okay, I won't pay anymore."

"No, I mean as long as you're not the one paying to restock the vending machine, I don't care."

I noticed there was someone in our store, so I went in. By the way, our store was a gun store. The customer was an older woman who wanted to buy a black pistol-caliber carbine but acted like it was a small gun. "I hate pretty girls with grenade launchers," she quipped. Not only was it fairly nonsensical, but it was odd because another older woman had bought a gun earlier that day and said the same exact thing!

Before I could ask her if she knew the other woman, she asked me to show her how the gun worked. So I made sure it was clear and started to explain how the longer gun meant a longer sight radius and how that'd help accuracy.

It was then that three weird people came in. They were all somewhat portly, dressed in suits, and one had a video camera with a bright light. The very odd thing is that they all had bluish skin.

One of them starts asking me questions in strangely accented English. "Is this a tax office? Is this where humans bring their tax forms?"

Needless to say I was bewildered. "What? What are you asking?"

"Is this a tax office?"

"No, this is not a tax office."

Suddenly their demeanor changed. The camera turned off... and their skin was no longer blue. The speaker, an androgynous black man(?) turns to Yellek, who is sitting behind the counter now. "I'll need your license and your hard drive." Yellek looks stricken.

"Why? What the hell? What's going on here?"

The guy's just giving me these disdainful looks. He turns back to Yellek. "When you applied for your license, you answered a series of questions on what this store is and is not."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked Yellek, "What is he talking about?"

Yellek says, "If I want to get the license back, it's going to cost $5000."

Livid, I start shouting at the androgynous speaker. "What the f*ck does a tax office have to do with it? Are people supposed to bring their tax forms here or something? People don't bring their taxes here!"

The guy doesn't answer, just keeps looking at me with utter contempt. Furious, I grab him in a choke hold and start to choke the life out of him. The other guys start to move toward me and that's when I pull out my revolver and start shooting.

Unfortunately it's one of those goddamn dreams where no one ever gets hit, like a f*cking A-Team episode.

When the revolver runs dry, I pull out my 1911 and start shooting that. Yellek has her .38 out and is shooting too.

The front door bursts open and the townspeople are shuffling in, expressionless and shambling like zombies. They're all coming towards us.

At this point, I'm absolutely furious and I want the dream to end. So I just start screaming out in incoherent rage, knowing this will wake me up and I'll wake up shouting.

And you know what? It did. Even woke up Yellek.