Weird dreams

I had this dream that started out as sort of a Rockumentary and suddenly went into Religious Horror territory. So, basically there was this German Progressive Rock band with a fairly large lineup, who were known to be Reclusive Artists, and it was apparently the first time they'd been filmed recording. Then there was something about their music sometimes causing people to become disoriented, and the whole documentary part dropped out completely when one of the band members goes off to check on his pregnant wife, she turns out to be possessed and with a serious case of Nightmare Face.

I had just watched this short rockumentary about Frank Zappa, so maybe that and the whole pregnant comatose Cordelia arc on Angel influenced things?

Oh, here's a good one. Just last week!

I was at a mysterious transportation terminal that seemed to double as both a train station and an airport. I was there with several people from school, as if this were a class trip, and we were split into groups of four. Some groups had to take the train and some had to take a plane, and since I was taking the plane, I had to go to a wing of the terminal on the side opposite of the entire facility from the boarding gates to deal with my luggage. In my party was a young British-accented teen with sandy brown hair who, upon further thought seems to've been amalgam of my own OC Matthias Cline and Charlie McDonnell, despite having hair too light in color to be either. Strangely, I don't recall him ever saying anything, but he evidently had that accent. My dreaming mind assigned no distinguishing traits to the other two people in my group aside from being of my- and hopefully your -species.

To get to this baggage-handling area, we had to cross a glass catwalk that ran through the main entrance lobby, and connected two parts of the second floor to one another. The place was thoroughly decked out in frosted glass, which gave the area a sterile, turquoise-ish glow. As soon as I noticed this, I woke up.

I dreamed I accidentally caused the death of a baby. When, I woke up, I cried for a bit before realizing there was no way it could have actually died.

Weird.

Oh, and then I dreamed I was being menaced by the T. Rex in Jurassic Park. It didn't eat me, though, it just got in my face.

edited 26th Jun '12 8:10:37 AM by Mort08

Bwahahahahaha.

I keep suffering from sleep paralysis. I find it to be a horribly distressing, yet curious situation as I find although I can't actually move anything (Including my eyes) I can do phantom movement where if I try to I can feel myself lift my arm and even feel this ghost hand touch my face in an attempt to slap myself awake. Last time this happen I reamined completly helpless for some time before THANKFULLY I hear someone down stair shout and wake me up.

The most horrible and curious things about lucid dreams is that some times you just can not wake yourself up.

I had a heck of a weird one last night.

It started with me getting a 3DS right out of nowhere while I was at school. After that, the rest of the day went as normal, besides it raining like crazy outside. I then got on a bus to go home (even though I don't actually take one) and fell asleep. While "asleep" I had a dream where I watched a news report about a crazy redneck near Edmonton, Alberta killing teens with glasses (such as myself). When I "woke up," I was lying near a barn that looked disturbingly like the one in the news report. After running away from there, I found myself in a part of Edmonton that inexplicably contained a mall, a magic shop, and several bus stops. In the lobby of the mall was a crazy homeless woman, so I stayed away. Within the buses were some of the oddest drivers I ever saw, such as a woman with the physique of Slenderman and a nearly naked middle-aged man. I went to the magic shop and the owner told me he was part of a secret magical society including himself, the homeless woman, and the bus drivers. It was at that point I actually woke up.

edited 26th Jun '12 5:31:56 PM by thiefoftime

Last night's was quite amusing. I was flying an A-10 over Hollydot golf course dicking around where the main gun shot fishing line and lures. One of the shots got snagged in the trees so I jumped out of the plane, got over to the tree got it untangled and then pulled out a smartphone and hit the screen button to detach the line from the gun. So I did and then I untangled and rebuilt the fishing line. Then using the same smartphone I pulled up an app that allowed me to fly the plane by remote except the camera on the plane was facing the wrong way and I couldn't yet figure out how to rotate the camera the right way.

I had a weird and horrific dream a couple days ago. I was sitting on a steel track inside a metal tunnel, with a hole at the other end which had an orange light. A platform began to move down the track carrying two little girls. The platform moved past me, and down into the room with the orange light. Then, a stream of what looked like blood and sparks flew up to the tunnel mouth. I looked down, and saw a grinder in which the children had been dropped into. I heard a woman's voice saying "This is so wrong..." over and over. Then I woke up.

edited 27th Jun '12 5:18:02 AM by strawberryflavored

I had a strange dream. I know that people normally are the victims of being killed, but in this case... Averted.

The Joker was invading my house, I was fighting back, eventually it got into the kitchen, on the way there I picked up my practise nun-chucks, they failed to deter him from searching through some knives in a cupboard (Which in real life has plates in it, but that's irrelevant) I think I grabbed one of the knives instead and Slit the Joker's throat he had one whimper as a death cry and then I stabbed him square in the chest to make sure.

I dreamed that Pushing Daisies was real, and that I was actually dead but the main character brought me back to life. But he kept trying to touch me in order to kill me again.

I recently had a dream in which I (a 19-year-old Dutch boy) became President of France.

François Hollande had stepped down for reasons I don't recall, and I had entered the election as a joke, assuming there was no way in hell I would ever win. But the two other candidates (one man, one woman, but that's all I remember about them) weren't exactly heavyweights either, and the French seemed to like me. There were election rallies with songs and flags and everything, it was very exciting - and sure enough, I got the job.

When it dawned on me that I had actually been elected President of France, I panicked; I quickly started reading books about France, because I knew far too little about the country to rule it effectively. I also started a crash course in French, because I only speak a few words of it (how I managed to get elected is still a mystery). Around that time, I also received a phone call from Angela Merkel, who was clearly not amused that her new colleague was an inexperienced "joke candidate" like me.

Not much later, I woke up. This was definitely one of the most fun dreams I've had lately!

That sounds like a fun one. I'd like to see it.

I had a dream where I was stranded in this Games Workshop on the side of a highway that I recognised from an earlier dream. And then Princess Celestia was crowned Queen of Canada out of nowhere.

I had a pretty bad one two days ago.

There was this island and it had been colonized by people from somewhere in Europe. There were also a group of people native to the island, but they didn't seem to interact with the colonizers. Anyway, one of the natives saw a small European girl and smiled at her; a few days later the girl is dead, killed in a fire. The colonials find the guy that smiled at her and try to blame her death on him even though he was no where near her when she died. The man tries to tell them he's innocent, but they don't listen and are about to drag him off for torture in a nearby castle when another man, one of the colonials, says he killed the girl. They take him to the castle and torture him in graphic detail, right next to the girl's corpse. And just before he dies he confesses he didn't kill her.

The scene shifts to the first man getting dressed in lavish seventeenth century European (French?) clothes in a cell. He is crying as he does so, apparently because he's spent fifteen or so years in that same cell and after his release he won't be able to return home. Then I woke up.

edited 29th Jun '12 4:27:20 PM by UmLovely

I had a dream in which there was a hit family-style restaurant chain in America called Tsukihime's. It was rather like an Applebees or a Bennigan's, in that all the food was American casual standards. Except for a minimal amount of generic tacky vampire decor, it had no connection to the source material at all.

Even in the dream, I (who was eating there on my way to climb Mt. Everest, go figure) thought it was strange that a sexually explicit Japanese horror visual novel had been chosen as the franchise name.

edited 30th Jun '12 11:43:15 PM by BokhuraBurnes

This wasn't very recently, but I feel like sharing. Context: I hallucinate vividly and frequently as a result of mental illness/stress; the only ways I can distinguish the hallucinatory entities from reality are that they appear out of thin air and can't affect anything physical.

I dreamed that I was paralyzed in my bed, and my splayed-out entrails were being feasted upon by a bipedal creature that I couldn't see properly (not being able to lift my eyes). It might have been painful, but I didn't really care. The ribs were broken outwards, the heart was torn out, and the lungs were in no fit state to inflate. It was as if I were looking through the eyes of my own corpse. Then, the creature drew itself up and seemed (by the sounds that it made and the movements of its feet) to have noticed something. A moment later, it lunged for my skull, and the dream ended.

When I awoke, I didn't immediately recall the dream. Then I looked down and saw a large amount of blood all over the sheets. As it turns out, I had suffered a nosebleed while asleep- but my first thought was something along the lines of "Oh shit, everything is real."

Damn, that would fuck one up. Did you check your totem?

I mean, I've been eaten alive in a dream before, and I woke up feeling the bite marks, but a nosebleed would really fuck with one's perception.

Overly Prepared Gag, Feghoot

edited 1st Jul '12 12:33:38 AM by wanderlustwarrior

Woah. That's a pretty intense kind of a dream right there.

I had a dream last night that I was a doctor in a warzone tending to an infuriatingly stubborn man in his mid-to-late twenties. He absolutely refused to tell me where he'd received his... condition, and I had to figure it out from various clues in his speech pattern and clothes. The condition in question being that he had a lemon tree sapling growing out of his forehead.

Anyway, I pieced it together and realised (I have no idea how) that he'd contracted it by talking to a scraggly bipedal tomcat in this grassy field (which amounted to treason in some way or another), and when the cat left a breeze had blown a seed from the ground onto his head. I confronted him with my revelation, and he was all affronted and demanded to know if I'd been spying on him. I said no and he asked how I knew, to which I replied "A lemon tree, my dear patient."

My entire dream was a convoluted, ridiculous build-up to a really stupid pun. WHY, BRAIN? WHY?!

(After one week of listening to Uni lecture about Noah's Ark non-stop)

I dreamt the entire house was flooding in the Great Flood- and my family had to escape the flooding water everywhere and I had to rescue all my possessions and put them in boxes and people were running around screaming and crying and I had to sort the boxes and... There was water everywhere and everyone was drownin- Oh Geez. That scenario was too ridiculous and terrifying for words... Everyone was crying in my dreams, even my family. (I normally never have dreams THIS intense)

(resolves not to listen to any more lectures this week)

edited 1st Jul '12 1:34:01 AM by sabrina_diamond

I had a dream where someone on 2ch or someplace managed to get their hands on the entire roster of new Pokemon for generation 6 and leaked them on the internet over a year early... Serebii's front page was filled with covering the new Pokemon, because that's totally what you should do with a year-early leak.

There was apparently some sort of amusement park place... and there was this huge tree and a little flower there. The three had eyes and a really long nose that curved upwards and the flower looked like a pink daisy. This song was playing, too. It was like a soft orchestral ballad, and I don't remember most of the lurics, except for the final one of the chorus, "Because you're my way-witch way". Apparently, the tree and flower can talk to each other. The tree had a grovely old man voice and the flower spoke in a really high pitched Scottish accent. They talked about something, the tree calling the flower his "way-witch" and the flower referring to the tree as her master. Something happens, the flower releases a model of the Eiffel Tower by accident, she tells the tree about it, they talk some more and the three stops having a stick up his ass and hugs the flower while the song plays again.

And I still have no idea what a "way-witch" is.

I had a dream that I was sitting in a Delorean(yes, apparently it was that Delorean). I look over at the driver's seat and see Future Harry Potter. In the backseat is Past Voldemort (but already bald, noseless and evil) who now goes by Voldy and is friends with Harry. It turns out that we're being chased by other time-travelers, who eventually trap us in a mansion on a giant rock floating in the sky and try to force us to donate money to my school by placing flyers in strategic locations and making it the only site that shows up on the computer.

edited 6th Jul '12 4:07:31 PM by YsaSlayerOfSporks

You mean.......................... Tom Bombadil?

No, and I didn't even know about that until you told me.

This one is for Team Fortress Two, a game I downloaded just two weeks ago. In it, the Heavy is accompanied by a teenaged girl - let's call her Natascha. The other classes were usually accompanied by children (I somehow 'knew' this), but they weren't there. Now, the Heavy had to outrun his teammates to get to the cafe first - not a battle, just a relatively friendly competition. Of course, this is difficult when you're the slowest guy around. Still, he and Natascha were somehow able to outsmart the others, hold them up, and get to the cafe first.

Or so it seemed at first. When the Heavy opened the cafeteria doors, everyone else was already there and eating. The Heavy was mighty confused while Natascha said, a bit indignantly, "All right, who here has access to a cloning machine?" Everyone already inside raised their hand. The Heavy sullenly went over to the waiter, mulling over the lengths people will go these days to win.

I find it odd to have a dream of something I dowloaded only recently.