Weird dreams

So much for lucid dreaming...

Almost worse than when my nightmares are terrifying or violent is when they're just utterly repulsive. -_-

It involved a carnival, a tiny exposed bathroom stall, a pair of stupidly placed toilet paper holders, and a hideously small sink.

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Strange dreams.

I recently dreamed of ruins in the desert. Huge, vaulted spaces buried by sand. Archways and corridors of pale stone, showing signs of age beyond even the earliest days of Kemet or Babylon, but construction techniques that Europe wouldn't see until the late Middle Ages. I led an expedition into these ruins, guided by the voices of Wepwawet and Anubis and Thoth, though they spoke of treasure beyond imagining and of terrible dangers that lay within and told me that to be in the ruins beyond sunset was certain doom. We recovered a few artifacts from the first chamber before the sound of something heavy moving in the distance caused us to withdraw to the surface.

I have lately often dreamed of conversations with a tall man whose face I never see, but who I strongly suspect of owning a beak.

Just a couple nights ago, I had one where I was just sitting somewhere watching suckling pigs get roasted until their skin was crispy and beautiful, and their meat smelled amazing. I wanted one really badly, but they kept vanishing. Might be too much Food Network.

Pork-but-no-pork? That actually sounds like some sort of nasty afterlife I might end up in if I fuck up really badly.

This was remarkably coherent compared to the other times I can remember dreaming episodes of specific shows: There was this Simpsons episode where it turned out that Marge had once hosted a short-lived cooking show, and had encouraged an intern to pursue his dream of becoming a singer, which he was successful at for a while, but now he wants to make a comeback, and has tracked down Marge to get her to help somehow. I guess part of the whole joke was that he was played by Elton John and they could have tweaked the plot somewhat and actually made it Elton John, but instead he was this No Celebrities Were Harmed version of Elton John whose every song was a Suspiciously Similar Song to an Elton John hit. In fact the whole reason his career stalled turned out to be... a plagiarism lawsuit from Elton John. Oh, and Marge's cooking show was called Forever because it ended at 8:30, which I guess in the world of the dream was supposed to be this hilarious Genius Bonus for chefs.

edited 19th May '12 9:02:23 AM by MikeK

So I had one of those dreams where my teeth were falling out. Not just coming loose for no reason like they usually seem to, but actually rotting out due to my gross negligence of my dental hygene. One of them even broke into two pieces along a line of pure black rot. And for some reason, my "kill the dream by jumping up and down/falling through the floor and letting the sensation of falling wake me up" wasn't working. I was just landing on the floor like I would have if I tried it in real life. I eventually woke up (duh), but for a bit there I was starting to worry that it wasn't a dream after all...

... I'm gonna go brush my teeth again now.

I have those all the time! But in my dreams, my teeth fell without even being rotten, they just...fell. Rather disturbing, actually...

I have teeth-falling-out dreams every now and then, too. It's just that they usually fall cleanly out for no reason. This time they were all rotted and black and bloody and it was gross.

I had a crazy dream with a thunderstorm but instead of large hail it had sharks. It was raining sharks.

And when they landed they would swim through the air and try to eat people (including me! Eep!).

I'm entirely serious, except the fact that it's really funny in hindsight.

I just remembered the dream I had last night.

This troper and his folks were going to someone's graduation on a mountain, but weirdly, walking up to a boat shaped cabin caused the area to transform into a harbor at the ocean, and the cabin in question into a souped up Waffle House run by Pa Grape and Mr. Lunt from Veggie Tales. For some reason, Pa kept flipping genders. After that it reverted back into a mountain, but them someone kept sabotaging the graduation, everyone ran around like maniacs, and it was suddenly revealed that Mr. Lunt was the one ruining everything, and when this was revealed, he and Pa Grape shot someone, and then turned into a school bus filled with a bunch of this troper's friends. They came out and started shaking hands with us, and then I suddenly woke up.

Probably not as good as my "Cartoon characters do opera" dream further back, but...

So, a few nights ago I had a dream about a sitcom starring a father and his young son who were living with a terrorist named Austin Bin Laden, who was Osama Bin Laden's nephew and terrible at being a terrorist. I don't know why a morally-conscious American like the father was would let a terrorist live with him, especially when his son was there as well, but it happened. At one point in the dream, a police car pulled up to the front, looking for Austin. The father tried to get Austin to hide, but Austin wanted to suicide bomb the cop's car. And I know this sounds terrible, but the father had to convince Austin not to by saying that no one would care if one cop died from a suicide bomber, and should save himself for something bigger and more important to the American people. Holy shit I'm a bad person...

But I would totally watch this show.

I feel terrible but I laughed at that.

I'll get some actors. We're bloody doing this.

Your mind fascinates and disturbs me.

Coming this Fall, to FOX...

Take my money.

Someone make a theme tune.

I recently had a dream that was sort of like 1984 but with Emperor Palpatine instead of Big Brother, and he could read people's thoughts (except for the thoughts of people with a certain pattern of something or other) with this little white cylinder gizmo with a plug like apparatus that you stuck into your skin, and which everybody had to have on or... stormtroopers would kill them, I guess.

It made sense when I was dreaming it!

edited 20th May '12 9:04:50 AM by megaBLOB

So there was some dude supposedly hiding in our house for some reason. I think he was a spy from the other side of some sort of confrontation, but I don't even know. Me and my sister went through some sort of logic and decided that he was hiding in one of two locked cupboards (which do not have locks in real life), and then we went about trying to unlock the cupboards to see if he was in there (because apparently he locked himself in...). We failed, and sis decided that it was infeasible for him to be in there anyway, but I wanted to make sure just on principle or something, so we started either trying to learn how to pick locks or trying to get our (currently dead) grandfather to pick them for us. This apparently took so long that if they guy had still been hiding in there, he would have been dead or at least very uncomfortable, but we kept trying.

Yeah, I dunno.

Two nights ago it was a dream where I ended up going back in time and fixing stuff that went wrong. It was really bizzare seeing actual events I remember happening from a whole other POV. This was quite unpleasant since it felt real and cockteased me into thinking that I actually had won someone back.

I've noticed that alcohol seems to cause these things to be quite intensely vivid.

Had a dream Drunk Girlfriend was in my college, and had one of those papers that we used to get in highschool, that irresponsible kids would get, where they wrote down all their homework, the teacher would sign off of, and then they would show it to their parents, so they would know what work they had to do, so they would do it. I had to use that back in 9th grade.

So, I smile, and after a few minutes of deliberating, I mention it, and I just get a cold look. Later, as I pass by her, I mutter a sorry, and we got into an argument. Mostly about how rude it is to point out someone's disability. I explained I had ADD and that all of my friends have something wrong with them (tourettes, reading disability, cystic fibrosis, oddly enough, those are all true, I have friends with those, althought the tourettes kid just swallows a lot). She said I was rude again. I started crying, trying to explain I wasn't being rude, honest.

You know, usually I understand where my dreams are coming from, this one? No freaking clue. And I feel bad that I cast the lovely Drunks as my actors in it as well. The fuck, brain?

So the Irish god of love Aengus Og told me to go out during the solar eclipse, and I had a fucking WHACKED OUT dream. Well, at first I had a dream about Narnia, so I went, "Narnia, Aengus? REALLY?" And he said, "Well, you were tired!" But the dream faded away and I was lying on my side in a dark place. Aengus tapped my chest and the REAL dream started.

See here, because I'm not copy-pasting and reformatting that essay again.

For some reason, in my dream, I was trying to turn my arm into a green tentacle. At first it worked and I was showing it off, but it mutated into a multicolored cthulu(?)-like thing and took over my entire body. Then I woke up.

I had a strange dream last night, I can't remember what exactly happened, but I'm certain it involved ponies.

Friendship lesson going on and I was there for some reason, in a perfectly normal looking room, there were picture sliders as part of a mind game as I called it. I was in disbelief when (Apart from Twilight now saying she is a headless horse model by saying look I got your cutie marks!) on the model, there were four different cutie marks, one on top of each leg. Apart from the obvious loss of individuality of Headless Model!Twilight, what some would also realise is that there's only four legs, which means, one pony didn't get their cutie mark on Twilight (It was Rarity), kind of defeating the point of their bond when they can function just fine without one person in learning this strange friendship lesson that may have political subtext. Until that point I was kind of running along with it, until I called out the absurdity of it all, demanding that it is a mind game, apparently ponies can outsmart me because I was pointing at the wrong sliding picture, which had Russel Howard in it, perfectly done with I think lee nelson behind him, both lying down. The other one was a distorted pony mole thing that was what I was supposed to be pointing at. Celestia had called me out on me not observing how the picture I was pointing at was not absurd in it's construction.

I had a dream where I had a laser, and I roasted an ant. So I grabbed up a cockroach... And the laser turned it into a dragon.

It then transitioned into a Futurama dream where Fry got stuck in a broken window. Blood everywhere...

It got even freakier; when rescue arrived, Fry started DRINKING the blood from a straw!

edited 22nd May '12 1:56:40 PM by DiurnalBrocolli