Weird dreams

If I was female or gay, I would want your dream. Assuming he wasn't married in said dream.

Fun times, I must say. Truly, the depths of the subconscious can be a dark and scary place.

O_O

The dream I can remember from last night involved me being Vriska, and the other trolls and I were on American Idol (more like Alternian Idol) and I was singing "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks because someone had chosen it for me to sing.

Yeah, and the really strange thing is that I am neither of those things o~O.

Let's see...

• I had a dream about a giant oyster causing global warming by moving the earth via burps.
• Then there was the one where I was Female Darth Vader with a firebreathing horse and apparently knew Mr. Gibbs from Pirates Of The Caribbean. And I had a treehouse.
• And the one where I turned into a bird after running away from a crocodile... not weird in itself, but I still remember it after almost 10 years.
• And one I had about having a ring that turned me invisible BEFORE watching the Lord Of The Rings movies... but it also let me fly, so not completely accurate, but still...

yeah, my dreams are weird.

My dream, showing off my lack of awareness and complete awareness at the same time.

I had a dream lat night about a Downer Ending to DOUBLE K..

NOW I AM SAD.

edited 6th Feb '12 5:18:26 AM by Jimmmyman10

I've been recovering from knee surgery in recent weeks. For the first week or so, I was taking small, prescribed doses of morphine every night before I go to sleep. This resulted in several very surreal, very vivid (closely bordering on lucid dreaming) dreaming experiences.

The strangest, by far, involved coming across someone who I haven't seen in about two years, who reminded me of some apparent agreement I had made with him about taking some awful book he didn't want off his hands and finding some new owner for it within a year, or else I'd be burdened with having to keep it forever for some reason (and, to repeat, it's been about two years). For some reason, one of the stipulations before finding a new owner for this unwanted tome involved burying it in cement somewhere in Essex, England. After being reminded of my failure, I had to travel back to Essex to recover the tome from the cement. The book was in a very poor condition.

Just remembered another strange dream I had. I'm trapped on a deserted island with my brother and a friend of his, who are my age in the dream. (That would mean my brother is about fifteen ears younger than now.) Everything looks... cartoony. Then the guys get dressed up as Batman and the Joker and have a swordfight on the beach.

Today I saw the sky ripped in half. Like, literally. The sky dome opened up like a clam and flew away from the Earth. It was probably the most interesting take on The End of the World as We Know It I've ever seen.

So my dream from before and yours both involve doom and mollusks. Coincidence? Or a sign?

edited 7th Feb '12 1:11:44 PM by YsaSlayerOfSporks

Last night, I some people came over to our house, but I had secretly murdered one of their family, so I thought about what a horrible person I was and tried to rationalize it.

In one, I'm battling through these opposing army forces along these train cars, using CQC. I kill the one in the first car (that looks suspiciously like a like my living room). In the second car, it seems the first opponent is too young to be fighting in a war, so I have him hide in a closet and we'll both say that I missed him. The second opponent comes in, and he's in his 50's, but an all around badass. It's a tough fight, until we bond over a sound effect that inspired us to both be video game developers (which neither of us are). I beat him, winning his boots off him, and he agrees to honorably kill himself after seeing the 16 year old to safety. While we're discussing terms, my next opponent throws 3 awes into the car. The 3 of us try to talk him down, but he's not hearing it, so I have to follow him and fight him offscreen, earning the axes.

In another, I'm in a hospital with my (divorced) parents to see something about degenerating myelin in my eyes brought on by contact lenses, incorrectly referred to as sclerosis. While it's being discussed, I see some kids emerge from some procedure room in a daze. I follow them to the source, and see that there's apparently some organ harvesting. I inform my parents, and we try to get out of that hospital via a car, but as we go up a hill the complex is around, a zombie apocalypse starts. I think to myself, this is an odd dream; I should record it for the thread, and because I think that, the first two stages of this dream repeat.

I'm playing Skyward Sword, and find some large structure in a hard-to-reach, how-the-fuck-would-I-ever-find-this area (somewhere in the desert, I think). I climb up the structure, open a treasure chest, and obtain something equivalent to the Spinner from Twilight Princess. Less of a top and more of a floating disc with a ring of light, though. I think it was called the Force Disc.

One of the more dramatic, weird dreams I've had recently involved me and my dad - we were being bombed out by some black planes and we were driving around the pitch-dark countryside to find somewhere to shelter. The only light was from the moon and the car's very dim headlights. Eventually, we arrived at a wooden barn, but then we heard planes approaching from the distance and, in a panic, my dad decided to floor it. Then while we were driving, the car suddenly broke down and the headlights faded out. My dad went crazy and tried whacking and bashing the car in a flurry of panic to try and get it working again, whilst I got into the back of the car and lied down on the back seats. My dad's frustration continued to shake and jolt the car, and every so often I got up to look at the night sky, until at one point a few black planes came into view. But that was when I woke up - a relief, right?

Unfortunately, what's more is that I vividly remember waking up from that dream and honestly wondering whether what just happened was a dream or reality, and whether I was still dreaming... At first, I thought I was still lying down across the car seats in the back. Then after I realised it was a dream, I remember thinking: "Jesus...that was scary."

edited 8th Feb '12 5:03:16 PM by sturmthedark

There’s this cliff-top spring that’s guarded by dwarves. One of them is particularly big with a black beard and he’s a dumb guy who talks in sentence fragments. Anyway, the spring allows people to create gender flipped versions of themselves. Some sort of magical spell is involved in mating with your gender-flipped version of yourself. All of a sudden everyone is creating opposite-sex versions of themselves. For some reason, the guys from the Kids In The Hall do it, and their female versions just look/sound like themselves in drag.

A woman, who has a fiancée, creates a male version of herself just out of curiosity. But he turns out to be a sports-obsessed brute who’s totally wrong for her. Still, she feels a bit sorry for him...until her classy, urbane boyfriend creates a female version of himself and pairs the two up.

At one point, someone asks someone else to go into the men’s room at the nearby burger joint to buy a French tickler from the condom vending machine.

I have MORE!

So I'm in a witch's backyard, sitting on a rocking chair, when a bunch of zombie-looking people show up. I yell "ZOMBIES! AAH!" The leader informs me that that was very rude, he is not a zombie, zombies are idiots that eat brains and he is actually highly intelligent and a vegetarian. Then he breaks off a piece of the chair and eats it. Blood pours out of the broken part. I freak out a little. Then we all go scuba diving, find a dimensional portal, and resume swimming around but now can breathe underwater. At the end of the day I'm best friends with the guy that ate my chair.

... why are my dreams so strange? is this normal? is strangeness normal?

I had a a dream today about getting ready to have a foursome - chick from previous dream I talked about, along with Asuka and Mari. But just as the foreplay started, we got interrupted by something. Then it switched to the next dream.

Why?! Why can't I ever get laid in my dreams?!

It's like my own brain is mocking me now! >.<

edited 10th Feb '12 6:49:20 PM by VolatileChills

Better than getting laid by people you'd rather not get laid by.

You know what they say, "better to have had dream sex cut off than never to have had dream sex at all".

edited 10th Feb '12 7:09:18 PM by wanderlustwarrior

True, my brain is pretty cool for coming up with those scenarios.

I hate dream sex, mainly cause it's usually really fan disservice-y stuff. I seem to like it in the dream but when I wake up it grosses me out

So do I.

I fucking hate those dreams when your little sister tries to seduce you, ugh...

Eww.

Now I'm somewhat relieved that my brain knows my tastes and actually tries to cater for them.

I dreamt that the lunch stand at my school had nothing but fruits and vegetables, and I mean every single fucking fruit and vegetable. I ordered a few tomatoes, potatoes, and onions and just before I was able to eat them, I woke up.

I've randomly had strangely intimidating dreams about public arcades for years now. They're always in a dark arcade, full of games and things that I don't understand, and I always feel panicked in them in a way.