Weird dreams

I once had a dream that a giant (and rather unconvincing) bird puppet chased me and then ate my lungs. That was from many years ago, but it's the only dream I remember.

I was too tired to record this one right away, but I'd basically had a dream that was a full episode of The Onion's web series Sex House (which of course meant it wasn't a sex dream at all. The new host introduced something that was like a spinning carosel, that made Erin throw up. Derek and Jay actually share a bit of Comedic Sociopathy with a joke about morning sickness. Then there's this treadmill task, which Derek uses as an opportunity to try to send out a message to the outside world to free them, though his suspicion that they're far underground comes up again. Jay tries to use this incredibly stupid scheme to buy ketchup (from where?) to draw two lines next to each other to symbolize a road to get them out.

Unfortunately, I forgot all the best jokes...

Alex was noticeably missing from the episode... I'm getting tired of her pushiness. Frank as usual was It's All About Me.

Had a dream last night that most likely meant something important, about sitting on the boardwalk with two girls I know and have had crushes on (both of them named Theresa, albeit one spells it without the "h"), both of them getting high at the time and me with my laptop there. This was followed by what could only be described as "The Beatles in space!" Yeah...

edited 4th Aug '12 8:28:18 AM by 0dd1

I dreamed that I was moving around this sort of compound with a woman. We had to inch along the wire fences because we couldn't touch the ground for... some reason.

We had to feed these giant dogs (and I mean like, Clifford The Big Red Dog size) from a wooden platform, but I all I had to feed them were plastic binders full of clear document sleeves.

And then we climbed via the fences to a showground thing where there were zombies. At least, I think they were zombies; one of them spoke to me and seemed kind of intelligent. Still planned to eat us, though. We ended up driving a car around and around trying to dislodge one that was clinging to the bottom of it.

edited 10th Aug '12 1:52:06 AM by LoniJay

I actually just woke up and remembered my last dream of the night and I actually feel physically sick now.

I keep dreaming about web comic or something like that starring Batman, but it's weird is married to Harley Quinn who's mostly not crazy anymore and he's going through something of a second childhood. So she's the straight man in the relationship. Also he apparently stopped taking his costume off.

I was playing a new Mario 2D game, but had trouble with one of the boss levels. Later, I met Shigeru Miyamoto, who gave me a secret code to unlock Mario's "Fire Fang" attack. It was pretty cool.

Had my first TV Tropes-related dream last night.

I was watching a stage-fighting show at an anime convention. The actual "stage" was a lowered courtyard with the audience standing around a fence at the top ( based on an actual courtyard at my college). The set was supposed to be a research or college library with bookcases along the walls and long tables in the middle.

The show story was about two organizations fighting in the library, presumably over a book containing world-altering knowledge. The good guys win and keep the book away from the bad guys. The bad guys were led by a guy who was apparently supposed to be an SS officer, while the good guys had a steampunk professor.

There was a guy standing next to me wondering what was going on with the character and costume choices, since there was no connection between them. I started my explanation by asking him if he had ever heard of TV Tropes and rewound time to show him, from the show's start, the various tropes connected to each character.

I only got to tell him about one before I woke up, though (Badass Longcoat - literally every single character was one).

-copypaste- I had a weird dream that Adam Levine was forcing children to make clay sculptures while playing the song Moves Like Jagger. And when someone suggested "Makes Me Wonder", he said:

""Makes Me Wonder" is fellatio."

Hehe, I'm eccentric.

I constantly have recurring dreams focusing on my old school and people I went there with. They tend to be devoid of any fantastical elements and come in two flavours:

The first is where everyone else has still graduated years ago (as, of course, we all have in real life) and only I'm still there. The focus seems to be on hating being in the place. The second type is where we're all back there for some reason ("we" generally being a handful of people I knew, and always one in particular) and hating them for being there is the big thing that's going on.

Every night with this now, which is odd and unpleasant.

I dreamt I beheaded the Trunchbull who was disguised as an old witch and used her head as a broomstick. (Mind Screw dream)

edited 10th Aug '12 8:43:28 PM by sabrina_diamond

OK, somehow, I managed to out-do my "Beast Below" dream last night. (Sit tight, it's a long description):

At the start of my dream, I am sitting on my bed watching the climax of Pokemon The First Movie. Only... weirder. Everyone sounded like Barney, Mewtwo was replaced with Iron Man, Meowth was replaced by ALF, upon getting petrified, Ash turned into the Statue of Discord, and Brock had blond hair. However, the weirdest thing was how it ended. Instead of Ash being restored to life and whatnot, Alf eats Iron Man, somehow becomes Galacticus and destroys Cleveland.

After that, I turned off the movie, and began making out with a giant pancake. ...which then segued into the ending of "Swarley".

edited 11th Aug '12 6:27:15 AM by 45xxx

Three days ago I had thhis dream:

I was in my house, and there was an ex-friend of mine who was trying to enter my house, I didn't left him but I finally felt guilty and I invited him home, then tried to convince my mom and dad some weird, crazy stuff (One of the reasons I stopped being friends of him was his extremely paranoic ideas) and I had to pull him out of my home. Then he somehow managed to get a bunch of weird people who was assaulting my home and I tried to resist but they finally succeeded and invaded my house. A large Battle ensued and my ex-friend dragged out into a generic evil overlord who send me The Corruption. Then Dumbledore arrived and the Evil Overlord informed him that there's nothing he could do, as I was already in The Dark Side. Then the evil overlord and Dumbledore had a friendly chatting.

And that was all

I was in a strange basement and contacted a benevolent spirit, of a girl apparently named “Dorian”. She had short, boyish hair and glasses, and a lot of powers - I first knew of her prescience when she manipulated chalk dust (which was inside a plushie for some reason - dream logic!) from my hands and onto the basement wall, revealing a bunch of messages she had written and pictures she had drawn of herself and her friends when she was alive. She also had the power to manipulate people’s bodies as if they were puppets on strings, which she used on me to prove her existence, and later used on me and my mom to allow us to fly around the room!

Apparently all Dorian wanted was a friend, and her first message (this is probably not remembered perfectly) was “I need someone to hug before the end of the world”.

And that’s all I really remember (there were other parts of the dream that had nothing to do with her, but ghosts seemed to be a constant theme)…

I had somewhat more normal one last night. I was watching a Hell Girl episode from the inside. They main cast was setting up that episode's banishment. The scene was like one of the Ayleid ruins from Oblivion with lava as far as the eye could see. I was using some kind of noclip mode to move around the area. They exited near a village in the Himalayas and there was a new main character who turned into a purple straw doll. Also, Malebolge was a huge cave in one of the nearby mountains.

I had a weird dream wake me up at the perfect moment to save my husband's job this morning. I fell asleep in the spare bed in the baby's room last night.

I dreamed that I was living under some kind of evil step mother. My husband was coming to rescue me that night, but the woman was drugging me at bedtime so I couldn't slip out afterward. She made me down a whole bottle of some drug. After she left the room, I started sticking my finger down my throat to try and barf it up. The whole thing must have been brought on by a gagging feeling in my throat, because when I retched in the dream, I spit in real life. I woke up when I felt the loogie trickle down my cheek and into my hair.

While I was cleaning it off, I looked at my watch and saw it was ten after 8. My husband was supposed to be at work at 8. I flew into our bedroom, and sure enough, he was still asleep. Neither of our alarms went off. He flew out the door within five minutes and just sent me a text saying he dodged the bullet at work, somehow.

So yes, a dream made me spit in my hair and save my husband's job.

I once had a dream in which Ned Kelly knocked down the pyramid that a talking kettle lived in, and said kettle blamed me.

I also had one in which rather than a bed I was trying to get to sleep on a giant pile of books.

I had a dream last night that I walked into my livingroom to witness a concert on TV with Coldplay's singer (no idea what his name is) and Matt Bellamy from Muse doing a duet. Can't remember the song, except that Coldplay's singer was drowning out Bellamy to the point that Bellamy was completely muted in comparison.

Yeeeeeeeeeah...

I've had a few dreams recently where commitments are retroactively sprung on me, like having to go onstage for a play that I didn't even know had cast me, let alone knowing my lines, or failing to turn in assignments for a class I didn't know I was taking. I hope they stop.

I had this weird dream involving cleaning hair out of a drain. Also for some reason my step-cousin was telling me that he absolutely, positvely, did not want to get a job. I don't know why.

The night before last I dreamed that everyone was watching some kind of parade on TV. Lots of soldiers were marching through a city centre and people were cheering and throwing flowers and everyone was saying how proud they were of them.

I felt thoroughly dejected and ashamed and slunk off to hide in another room.

Last night, mercifully, I didn't remember my dreams.

My dreams tend to be nice.

I have a good relationship with my unconscious self now.

Oddly enough though, I tend to dream semi-lucidly. Like I'm reading a book and immersing myself in the story, but still retaining enough of myself to say things like "That's not how it should go".

Internal human cordyceps. Do not want.

My weird dreams tend to come and go...I'll have a lot of them for a few days or weeks and then none at all. Sometimes I write them down. Here's one I posted on another forum awhile ago (lifted directly from notebook without edits, so yes it's disjointed):

edited 30th Aug '12 2:24:58 PM by MasterInferno

Bees. My god.

Those sound cool.