Weird dreams

I was at a waterpark, and met this really cute lady in a bikini, so we went to a hot tub to make out, and then we saw a dead body float to the surface of the water, and then we tried to hide the corpse because we assumed that it'd get pinned on us somehow.

Sounds kinda like a dark sitcom plot.

Dreamed my mom came back and told my dad and I that the afterlife was everything she expected and that ours would be for us too, and then I said that that means I should probably stop reading Stephen King books.

There was also a dream where my dad was trying to put records in a CD player, kind of a reversal from when Austin Powers tried to play a CD on the record player.

ETA: Also had one of my hair falling out in clumpy patches and trying to find a suitable wig to wear to work.

edited 26th Aug '15 9:58:11 AM by Ozbourne

something something snk meets night of the living dead. surprisingly, i was able to get it on with another person and not end up as zombie chow.

also gives me some insight as to why that sort of thing might happen irl

I wish I could remember the details on the "evil twin" part since it was really weird.

So I was with some group of friends (who don't exist IRL). One of them was named Hannah and I don't remember the others' names. Hannah was British and was visiting for a week because she had an aunt who'd moved near where I lived in the dream. Or something. I lived in some other apartment in the dream.

Anyway Hannah and our other friends and I were at some restaurant that had this fancy gift shop thing attached and we were going to buy pumpkin fudge after lunch because it was only 3 cents a piece. And Hannah was acting really mean, but someone else in the group realized it was really Hannah's Evil Twin. So I decided to pretend I was my evil twin (and apparently my evil twin getting there really quickly made sense since I had super speed... somehow.) And I was sitting by the window making snarky comments about "Ozbourne" being just outside and having gotten new lotion (???).

So we switch back to "good" twins somehow and go get the pumpkin fudge and are pleasantly surprised that the big pieces are three cents too and not just the pinky-nail-sized ones they put out for taste testing. Hannah decides to treat me but she doesn't give me my fudge after.

Later I'm at my apartment (which has green walls for some reason) talking to one of our other friends on the phone and expressing concern that Hannah would have to ship the fudge to people from England, but this other friend reminds me that we're meeting Hannah again the next day and she can give it to us then.

And I come up with the idea of locking Hannah's evil twin in a room with this other really annoying girl from Tumblr and videotaping it as a reality series.

I was in a company. I can't tell exactly what it was producing since the employees seemed to be into several different things. Some of them were developing a video game, others were talking about the production of detergent and I was writing a project for a physics experiment. Since the Internet was slow, though, I couldn't research much so I was briefly looking at what the other people were doing at that time; a short-haired woman with a Caucasian skin, who appeared to be the president of the company, said that a video game they produced was outseld by Mario Maker, but was proud of their creation because the only thing that could outsold their products was a Mario game. Everybody was applauding her words, and time came for us to go home. When we were outside, the sky was in a weird mix between twilight and night, and the outside looked very bleak (it was like being on a wasteland).

Lately I've been having dreams related in one way or another to my future. Not too long ago, I dreamed I was in a library looking for an old but very valuable book for a research (and I appeared to be in a very exclusive section since it looked very intimidating), and was there for so long that I went outside when it was already early morning. Another dream had me attend a class that supposedly was about classical mechanics ..... yet the teacher was writing all sorts of alien symbols (tensors?) in the whiteboard as if it was about relativity or something; I remember I was completely out of touch and I was told I had missed already two exams.

Watching some kind of movie based on nerd culture, 8-bit games in particular. It was terrible. I wanted nothing more than to get away from it...but I couldn't. It was offensive for SEVERAL reasons, full of in-jokes amongst the cast that I didn't get, and starred unlikable douchebags (and before anyone mentions Pixels, I haven't seen it). Also, Seanbaby was in it. I mean, I'm not a fan of the dude's work, but he didn't deserve to be in such a terrible film.

oh god, sandler's movies are so bad and cliched that he has to beam them directly into your mind so that you'll watch them!

The only thing I can remember is being in a car with someone else and he started it up, but it suddenly drove right off a sharp cliff and landed on a road. Luckily neither of us were harmed. We then took a steep staircase right back to the top of that cliff and into this sort of huge, rectangular container that had a bed in it. That someone decided to open a window, and the container started flying as if it was an aircraft right towards the road and was floating a few feet above it as it traveled. We then got into a truck at the end of our ride and started going as if it were nothing.

I had a weird dream where Max from Max And Ruby was a murdering toddler who just recently killed Morris (Louie's little brother) and is ready to stab Ruby with a sharp knife.

Wow, the dream I had last night was just a huge mess. (In the Random Events Plot sense, not the Nightmare Fuel sense.)

It started out with my parents out of town, and I decided to go visit my grandparents. I went there on foot, listening to a portable radio all the way. Apparently, the current disc jockeys on the station I was listening to were retiring and their replacements were Megamind and Mega Man. Anyway, I arrived at my grandparent's house and also found my sister and two little boys who my grandparents were babysitting. They were playing with action figures of Mega Man, Rambo, and Solid Snake. There was supposedly some bad weather coming our way, but my grandparents were still planning on taking the boys to a Chuck E Cheese's-like place, which we did.

Then things got weird. Shortly after we arrived there and everyone was hanging out, Ed, Edd n Eddy suddenly rushed in, being chased by the other cul-de-sac kids (and the Kankers). Chaos ensued as the kids began running after or beating up everyone they thought were trying to help the Eds. Everyone (including me) climbed into the big play area to escape and the next five minutes of the dream were us trying to evade everyone. Eventually, though, my sister came to the rescue, single-handedly eliminated the discord between everyone, and told me we were going home. As we headed out the door, one of the boys showed me some Christmas ornements he had made using golf balls.

Then things just got stranger. Before I knew it, I was a Goomy hanging out back home with a mermaid who loved playing video games. We were apparently very good friends, but the mermaid wished I wasn't just a Goomy, because she felt awkward for being friends with a little pile of goo. Then she went out and came back with something that looked like a King's Rock and told me to put it on. I managed to do so, and I immediately evolved into Goodra. She was happy, but not for the reason I thought. It turns out the reason she liked Goodra so much was because they tasted like chicken. (I swear I haven't been watching M. Night Shyamalan movies!) I tried to get away from the now very demented looking and hungry mermaid and even tried pushing her away with my antennae, but to no avail. Just when it seemed like the end, though, Pinocchio and Gepetto showed up out of nowhere with BAZOOKAS and blew the mermaid and her house to kingdom come. Gepetto then explained to me that the mermaid had been turning people into Goodras and eating them for years.

We then went back to my grandparents house (I was still a Goodra) and talked about how weird the day we had was as my grandpa watched the news, which was reporting on someone being killed by a basketball. Then I woke up.

Hope that wasn't too long of a read, but I just couldn't not share that.

edited 29th Aug '15 11:40:28 AM by kablammin45

My crush told me that she hated me and stopped talking to me. I woke up crying.

Ouch. At least it was only a dream! and she didn't turn you into a Goodra and try to eat you.

edited 29th Aug '15 7:16:15 AM by kablammin45

Mine, for some reason, was about Seinfeld. The main characters were all going to this party and someone asked Elaine to dance, and she said she shouldn't because the last time she danced, ten people ended up in the hospital. George backed this up saying Elaine should definitely not be allowed to dance. So Elaine sat down in a chair, with George, Jerry, and Kramer kinda mingling, then the music came on and everyone EXCEPT those four started doing Elaine's "full body dry heaves" dance.

I was actually in my bed to begin with, and I was terrified. I scrambled to grabbed some stuffed animals from my toy collection, as I was expecting monsters in my room. I hugged my stuffed animals to try to protect myself as I tried sleeping in my bed like normal. I fell asleep.

Cue Dream Within a Dream. I found myself on a raft in this sort of evil swamp, clutching my stuffed bear, and there was a cute little boy, and for some reason, Loki, on the raft. The latter was reluctant to help us, but still did it. I swung on a rope, still able to hang onto my stuffed bear, and got on another raft, which drifted on and stopped, then I alone came across an invisible monster, when some random sharp, ranged objects from behind seemed like they were hitting nothing. The monster was behind a wall, and there were walls on my sides. I got in, only to be in a building and see yet another monster that was actually visible, and suddenly from a ledge above, Captain America and some troops were firing at it, and I seemed to have entered frustration from doing so.

I looked around and saw a piece of paper on a desk. Then I read it, and found out that it was a letter from Jane Foster to Thor, which said that she was in distress and she needed him to save her. I was thinking whether this would be the plot for another Thor movie, and questioned if it was even possible for it to happen, given what already happened in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Something about a new Terminator movie being adapted into a comic book, and as part of the reading experience, I'm placed into the back seat of a car driven by two mobsters, which then goes into a tunnel.

Everything goes dark, and then the car falls like it drove off a cliff, but we're still in the tunnel, so it's still too dark to see. Then I start seeing psychedelic rings of color.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting on my bed, holding the next issue of the comic, which opens with the characters apologizing for how weird the last issue was.

Me and a friend were in this mall-like place, except it was rather small, and was entirely black on the inside. We were looking for something to eat, but all the vending machines were empty, and all the stores were closed. However, there were claw machines all over the place that had bags of food in them, usually chips... But the chips were always either opened already, or were so close to the wall that the claw couldn't get to them. So we decide to keep looking, and go up an escalator in the search.

At the top of the escalator was just a floor with a lot of naked, or barely naked, women that were sunbathing on yoga mats. My friend says to go flirt with them, and goes off on his own to talk to them (they either ignore him or tell him to leave). I don't know what to do, so I walk forward into the room, making sure to keep my eyes up and not stare.

I walk by a couple of girls that are talking, and they call me a cutie and tell me to sit with them. I do, and one of them has longer brunette hair and is pregnant, and the other has short pink hair. They giggle a bit at me as I distinctly try and keep my gaze away from their chests. They resume their conversation, and the pink hair girl says that she always feels like she's being sorta arrogant when she has to tell people that she's asexual.

I say to her that she shouldn't ever feel that way, because you're just explaining who you are and other people understand that. She tells me thanks, and calls me a sweetie for saying that. I'm about to strike up a new conversation with them, but that's when I'm woken up sadly.

edited 30th Aug '15 12:15:33 PM by EpicBleye

I was in what seemed to be a fair inside a house located in a coastal state in which I was recently. I was lying on a stretcher because I appeared to have a big fatigue, and all I could see was the curtains covering a party that was taking place. It was night, and the air conditioner was making the room very cold. The nurse who was taking care of me was a very pretty Caucasian redhead, but she insisted that I shouldn't get up.

I woke up when I was being transported to a beach. It was still night.

I once had a dream where I was taking a vacation to Peru where my family was, which for some reason had an arcade and was on a mountainous region, until Chris Rock came out of nowhere and started freezing the world. Everything was dandy, actually, hanging out with my family, until the sky started freezing and I woke up.

I literally got so scared that I checked outside to see if it was an abnormally cold day (for the summer). I think it was just the air conditioner making me feel cold.

Shooting Belltower guards in a nondescript office. Because when I tried to use a stun gun the darts just disappeared.

Two weeks ago i had a dream that i feel like i ought to write down somewhere, perhaps because i remember it so well.

The dream started and I was roleplaying with a childhood friend. We were doing a pokemon rp, except it was like we were actually in the world of the rp. I was battling the region's Elite Four, except my dream skipped over the actual battles. After beating the third member, my dream suddenly cuts to me being on a school field trip. I know this is a school field trip because I'm with a different friend who goes to my high school (my childhood friend is not in the high school I go to) and we take a trip to this indoor pool place that I swear I've seen in my dreams before. I never go into the pool throughout this dream. I go into this room outside the room where the pools are at, and I run into my childhood friend. We talk for a bit, and decide to pick up the rp where we left it off. We pick it up right after beating the third elite four member, and i head in to battle the fourth. I remember her having a Flying type theme for some reason. After I beat her, we head over towards the champions room, but then my friend stops me and tells me to follow him somewhere. I follow him into some weird hallway which my mind interprets as the Tardis in the dream, and at first I'm like "whoa how'd you know about this place" and then he's like "(My name), there's something I need to tell you. I'm not really (friend's name), I'm the Doctor. (friend's name) was never the real me." And then i start to respond with "But i remember-" and he interrupts with "Those memories aren't real either." I'm also taking all of this surprisingly well. I remember crying a lot but I didn't feel horribly devastated. I also remember some girl who in my dream was supposed to be Clara was there too, but wasn't doing anything and was just letting the Doctor explain everything. Anyways, then he said "Now, i know this may seem like a little overwhelming, but perhaps we can figure out how this happened. Maybe you could come along with me, and see me for who i really am?" And i said yes, trying to calm myself down. And then my dream ended.

I think the weirdest part was me waking up thinking that it wouldn't have been a bad doctor who plot.

Either that or me considering turning it into a fanfic.

edited 2nd Sep '15 1:58:40 PM by StarBee

I dreamed that there were four new members at my forums, all Tropers. I don't recall much beyond that though I remember a current member (also a Troper) posting about him not expecting a Troper to have joined and someone posting something about dancing into Mordor being the same as just walking normally into it.

I re-discovered an old twitter account I was using to post my weird dreams. I plan on using it again the next time I have one. A couple favorites from that:

Arbitrary celebrity guest appearances seemed to be a running theme for a while. As did having to do something really boring while something cool is going on elsewhere (e.g. going to a party in a warehouse and finding that my shoes have been placed in an enormous pile of everyone else's shoes and I have to find them).

edited 4th Sep '15 7:40:05 AM by MikeK

A few night ago I dreamed I was invited to a famous sports commentary program I like watching on weekdays. However, I discovered during the shot of that day's edition that it was actually a parody version made by a prank show; the discussions were getting weirder over time, and I exited the studio. Much to my shock, it all took place within a warehouse not too far from my house. The sky was very cloudy and it looked like there was going to be an epic downpour ahead.

I woke up and it was still early morning. When I slept again, I dreamed that the ghosts from The Others were haunting my house during night. It wasn't a pretty experience.

I dreamed that I was going to a party but kept forgetting things.

This one is gonna be a weird one.

So, it started with me, my dad, my brother and my cat walking down a street, and then a dog appears out of nowhere. So my dad picks up my cat, puts him in a dog house with a sign saying "dog" written in Sega-styled letters, which, mind you, also appeared out of nowhere, and then starts punching out the dog ruthlessly. Me and my brother then decide to pick up two nearby dogs and throw them into a billboard... Which ALSO appeared out of nowhere. So after that, it goes on to the next part, where me and my brother are in a lobster suit and a fish suit respectively. Then I start to get hungry and thirsty, and out of that, do an immediate 180 turn, become green, and start beating up my brother. By beating up, I mean Sissy-slapping. Then we decide to go over to the most ghetto casino in the history of whatever (It was just a room with plain pink walls and about 9 poorly-made slot machines), with out costumes disappearing, and we can see Mario and Fafa playing on the casino. They actually won so much money from one of the slot machines that it goes out of order because it ran out of money to dispense.

I could go on for 40 years and not understand what this dream was supposed to represent. Either way, this dream greatly stood out, and it will live within my memory for years to come.

edited 19th Sep '15 8:58:42 PM by Thepenguinking2