Weird dreams

I was at a large school gym with active basketball, badminton and gymnastics going on in every direction. I threw a badminton net over a hook on the wall, slid a mat up to the bottom, and proceeded to climb the net while my dad and little cousin watched. I jumped and fell at least 20 feet backwards onto the mat, then told my cousin to try. After his turn, I proceeded to ruin the net by practicing my blade breaking skills with it. A Sassy Black Woman came over to tell off my group for ruining equipment, but I assured her that I'd been jumping off badminton nets since I was 16 months old (precisely).

Jump-cut, the gym is now a large outdoor pool more like a hotel pool than a public one. It's getting dark, so I pick up my stuff and walk to the exit with my dad. I begin to realize that every employee is a Sassy Black Woman vaguely reminiscent of [[Community Shirley Bennett]] or the "Aw hell no!" lady from Whitest Kids U Know. The check-out lady accuses me of leaving a pool-owned innertube back inside, and says "I'm sick, I'm tired, and I know you ain't gonna make a pregnant lady go lookin' for yo' pool floaty!"

As I walked back, I saw another cousin in a pool, sat down to talk, and promptly threw-up a pound of wood chips into a nearby planter. It felt like eating sunflower seed shells.

PS: Screw you, inline formatting.

edited 14th Jan '12 5:26:01 PM by Jergling

I keep having nightmares that involve...er...someone dying.

For the past three days I've had some very very bizarre yet entertaining dreams.

First was arguably a case of Deep-Immersion Gaming involving Super Metroid. I don't know why either I haven't played that game in many years.

Second was even weirder, it involved me and for some reason Soap MacTavish flying Mig-17s loaded with bombs against what looked like a Yorktown-class aircraft carrier from WW 2 and then it went aboard the ship after the bombs all hit and began sinking it.

The third was bizarre in its normalcy. (I usually Lucid Dream leading to some very bizarre stuff inherently much of it conscious or otherwise going with the show.)

@Major - Lucky bastard.

I'm a (socialist) professional writer serializing a WWII alternate history webnovel.

Inorite? It's on more than one occasion inspired plot threads and writing ideas for side projects.

Lucid dreaming... that is nice. Like...When I have nightmares I ussually realize its a dream and sort of fix everything but then the lucidity goes away.

I also dream a lot about animals, specially snakes, tigers, lions, and odly enough, ants.

edited 15th Jan '12 6:43:17 AM by Baff

I will always cherish the chance of a new beggining.

If so many people here are oneironauts, then why is it that my LD thread went under.

Feminist in the streets, sex slave in the sheets

I had one where I was Robbie from Victorious and I was deciding who should get Rex.

The whole cast was there, and they were all being so nice. I couldn't choose between Cat or Andre.

Let's see. I was watching Zuko doing some exercising by running up and down some wooden outside stairs. A wandering salesman sold him some Solo lemonade, and he suddenly had too much energy to consider resting.

When he was done, he placed the bottles in between the steps so that any intruders would make them explode. Then we went to the top where a grandmother from my church gave us a very Iroh-esque conversation.

I think there was a time-skip and things became rather bad fan-ficcy. I also became a mere observer at this point. Zuko received documents proving that his father ordered his mother's assasination, because she organised a semi-open betrothal contract for him. Oh, and Zuko was apparently half-kitsune, and had a crush on Aang. (Who I knew somehow to be to sky-bison as foxes are to kitsune)

So I tagged along as Zuko went to meet the leader of the kitsune. All very formal, till they vetoed Aang as an acceptable choice for betrothal. Zuko pulled a noble hissy fit (only words, no fire, I'm so proud) and stormed out.

At this point I re-entered procedings, offering Zuko some fire, since I thought "he might want to burn something", he didn't. Note: By offering fire I mean I held out my empty hands. Then I told him that he hadn't got the trio together, implying I was the third, then remembered Toph but commented that she'd find him instead.

So I was a waterbender for a bit, then an earthbender, and in my dream waterbender seemed to include swimming through anything.

Then it got a bit weird, as I decided that I was cat for whom gravity was optional. Then Zuko had a phobia of cats and I stalked him into a corner before running away along a wall.

And that's all I remember.

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The whats?

\*refers to dictionary*

Ohhh that. Why didn't you just say dream astronaut?

Because oneironaut sounds cooler. And being a dream astronaut isn't as cool as you'd think. It takes a long time to fly anywhere. I prefer to teleport.

edited 15th Jan '12 7:10:21 PM by Poisonarrow

Feminist in the streets, sex slave in the sheets

I once had a dream where I was hunted down and eaten by the Michelin◊ Man◊

This one took the form of a Police Procedural In Space: The (human) police force were investigating a case involving a company run by red, sort of Hellboy-looking aliens, which produced androids for use as servants, which they sold to people on earth. In the process they uncovered that the "androids" were really just brainwashed humans. The fridge logic instantly kicked in when I woke up and realized such a scheme would be discovered the moment your "robot" maid or butler, say, cut their finger chopping up vegetables for your salad or something and started bleeding. But I guess if you changed it to one person passing off a human they brainwashed as a robot it could work in a story, especially if it's already established that there are actual lifelike androids in it's universe.

edited 15th Jan '12 11:42:21 PM by MikeK

I dreamt I was in a Japanese game show that took place entirely in my pool. I remember feeling like a soggy pretzel.

Theres sex and death and human grime in monochrome for one thin dime and at least the trains all run on time but they dont go anywhere.

I had a dream that had my dad chastising me for sleeping in so late. When I woke up, I freaked out a little ("Dude, what the hell are you doing? Dad told you to get up!") Only for me to see that it was around the time I usually wake up and feel like an idiot.

I had an extremely awesome fight-sequence dream!

...But I can barely remember it. >_<

I'm only gonna share a segment of a dread this time:

...so my family winds up visiting my aunt. It's almost dinner time, but there's an alert a the door. It's this little black robot (think Alpha 5, but shorter and with a more humanoid head). Time for a routine inspection. Each person's peronal electronics are inspected for the presence of some virus, and if it's there, they're carted away ...somewhere... and never heard from again. My watch and some third item are clear, but it's found on my (relatively new) cellphone. To get away, I soft-reset my life, to give me more time to prepare for this inspection. So the dream rather quickly fast-forwards to the present, past an earlier dream segment and earlier parts of my life.

Back in the present dream segment, we're trying to figure out how to get the virus off, but since my phone is Chinese and unlicensed, it's taking a while. So they stall the robot while I hide in the cupboard under the stairs to soft reset my phone a couple times and wait for the fixes to take effect. The robot hovers around that area, and thinks there's someone there, but doesn't open the door, and is too short to look through the (large) gaps in the cupboard to find me.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

I've been having this recurring dream where I'm stepping into a comic shop owned and operated by Movie Bob. Wishful thinking, eh?

With blood and rage of crimson red ripped from a corpse so freshly dead together with our hellish hate we'll burn you all that is your fate

Apparently, staying up late to play Mass Effect leads to dreams wherein my subconscious attempts to come up with warning signs of Reaper indoctrination. Bleah.

Please skip to the tag if you don't feel like reading. It's the most horrible thing I've done in a dream for a while.

Going to bed immediately after reading some news about the PS Vita, I found that dream!me had received one as a birthday present. My dad found a "refurbished" one on sale, but the company had neglected to mention that there was a gaping hole in the back. Anyway, I was pretty excited, and brought it to GameStop to look for some new games. At the store, I check the system and found that it was only capable of playing "Mega Man Ultimate Collection" or something like that (I've never played Megaman, which makes that kind of strange). Further examination led me to discover that the hole in the back was leaking air, and the system was slowly deflating. All of a sudden, it popped and went limp.

I was disappointed by GameStop's selection, so I visited a nearby specialty store... on the edge of a waterfall, immediately next-door. It was a Korean import specialty shop, and the girl running the place was really nice. She let me try some games, which came on beige cartridges shaped kind of like razor heads. Then her dad came in, which was weird because he was white and at least 50. He said to get outside immediately.

Apparently, he was a supervillain, and wanted his daughter to get in line for the real family business. He stepped into a ring of foot-soldiers on a platform just next to the waterfall, where there was a single prisoner. Using telekinesis, he levitated the prisoner and ripped his arm off, then forced the guy to eat his own arm. Not wanting to feel left-out, I levitated some poor guy standing behind me, exploded all his skin off, pulled all the blood out of his arteries, and sent his pieces flying in every direction. The dad admired my initiative, and in return he strapped me, the girl, and my friend (who had just appeared) to a giant shotput, and launched us down the river using a complicated array of helicopters.

I believe the intense gore in this dream was inspired by some images of hydraulic fluid leak accidents, in which victims' arms are instantaneously filled with fluid, and the skin is blown off like a balloon.

I rarely remember dreams but I do remember this nightmare I recently had. It started out as a dream about playing hide and seek with Rider and Waver Velvet but then while hiding, the entire place just changed into some huge, horrible and rusty kitchen with all these Chinese kids and an old woman. I fell out of my hiding place (I was stuck between two giant mattresses for some reason) and then everyone saw me. They all started to laugh then the kids pushed me towards the old woman. She smiled then handed me a piece of paper that was brown and drenched with oil. She then took it back, stuck it on my head and set it on fire. I tried to put it out by trying the steps shown in a fire safety PSA I saw awhile ago but I only remembered using an old towel to put it out instead of water. This went on for a few more seconds until I woke up.

What I found odd was that I felt like I had seen this before in a movie and that my head also felt really warm when my head was on fire in the dream...

edited 19th Jan '12 3:15:46 PM by MiseryWind

I seriously can't think of any clever joke.

Was a chauffeur for some guy. We visited this tall restaurant skyscraper, where the owner (suspiciously similar to Cave Johnson took my employer through the secret elevator to the top, as a reward for my employer saving his life earlier. Apparently that's the reward for if someone of a different race saves his life, and he didn't think anyone had ever done it before.

While waiting, I talked to his assistant, who seemed bitter. I pieced together from pictures that the assistant was half Korean, and saved his life, but didn't get the reward. We ventured into this elevator to confront the employer about it, and it turned out the elevator was this series of narrow bamboo made/guarded stairways. Halfway there, we meet our employers, and I confront his with the truth, via what would be a series of logic bombs if I were lying. Eventually we kind of have to knock him out, and the 3 of us carry him back to the elevator door.

We accidentally drop him, and the space under that hallways seems to be catching fire. We can't get all of us out in time, but we do recover his credit cards that fell out, one for each of us. We dash back to the door, but can't get through with the cards without converting them to bamboo sticks, which then sets them on fire. We make it out, and the place is a house my dad used to live in. "Cave Johnson" is now "Ned Flanders", and as I run out of the house into a familiar dream neighborhood, Dr. Nick Riviera comes to tend to his head wound.

I run, then bike, to the nearest bank, to try to convert the bamboo sticks back into cash before they slowly burn up. Along the way, on some familiar dream streets, I pass a Mc Whataburger and a dream deli. I see Dr. Nick walking to a familiar dream subway station, and tail him past a familiar dream park. He disappears into some phone booth, and when I look around, I find some Simpsons characters oddly out of place. It turns out I'd stumbled in to the secret access tunnel to the new Stonecutters' lair, so they abduct me to figure out what to do with me.

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I like it when I see familiar locations in my dreams. It makes me think I'm getting a bit better at building a dream world. This thread helps me remember my dreams so I can do that better.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

I had a short but distressing dream that I was rehearsing with my theater group, during which one of our friends tried to commit suicide.

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Everyone: (talking about various things)
Random group-member: Oh my god, guys, I just got a call that ______ tried to shoot himself!*
(Everyone goes quiet for a moment.)
Me: Holy fuck, WHY?
-

I have never been so glad to wake up, even on a cliffhanger.

* Please note that the actual statement was in that weird dream-talk where it went something like, "Oh my god, guys, I fjklsdajovika shoot hir-self!"

I'm never listening to Spring Awakening before bed again.

edited 20th Jan '12 10:59:30 AM by Sharysa

High Octane Nightmare Fuel ahead:

I had a very strange nightmare last night where I was stuck in a hospital unable to move while a very sadistic nurse stood over me and kept insisting I was sick and administering more bloody IV-drips into my body and said that I must stay in hospital forever and that there was no escape from it. There was a white sheet draped on me and worst of all that nightmare lasted more than three hours... I couldn't even cry out for help as the blood was drained from me. (shudders)

The strange part was: I hadn't had a nightmare like that ever before...

edited 20th Jan '12 6:11:13 PM by sabrina_diamond

In an anime, I'll be the Tsundere Dark Magical Girl who likes purple MY own profile is actually HERE!

I had a dream that managed to combine Arkham City, My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, Zombieland, and a Buddy Cop show.

IT WAS THE GREATEST.

Go play Kentucky Route Zero. Now.