Weird dreams

I was at a hotel and apparently we were having the world's most unhealthy thanksgiving. Junk food was piled everywhere like a mess from a hoarder. I went up to my room, where my dad told me we were leaving in 15 mintutes and for whatever reason, whatever you grab is all you get to bring back home or wherever we were going.

I grab my 3DS from down sstairs and then I realize it's a dream but I still don't have control over it and I wake up.

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There's this one recurring smell in my dreams, that I sometimes (once or twice a year) smell after I wake and try to figure out what the hell it is. It's never the same thing, so it might just be in my mind.

There was this one dream about two years ago where I was walking across my campus with some friends, and all of a sudden these gas canisters bounce around the space between some buildings, then release this pink knockout/paralytic/mind control gas. I'm one of the few people it doesn't effect right away, so I see the capsule spawning thorny pink tendrils to block off certain routes. The gas canisters are but the first seeds of an alien invasion.

In the following day, the tendrils grow rapidly, Evolution until every survivor has to evacuate to wherever they think is safe, far from other human life, as the mind control element could make people affected turn them in. Some other survivors, some people I recognize as friends from college, and I look forlorn down a stretch of highway, like a scene in the newer The War of the Worlds movie, before we keep walking, trying to find shelter.

Along out route, we see someone in another group start to turn pink, evidence they're being taken over by the still lingering gas element of invasion, and someone in his group suggests a mercy killing. After a couple days, my group of about six people finds a cabin to hole up in. We move in, and I go to the restroom in a bathroom sink (for some reason). I'm squatting over it, despite being male, and watch my urine turn pink as it comes out. I shed a tear, as I know what'll happen soon, and then I wake up.

edited 25th Nov '12 8:45:06 AM by wanderlustwarrior

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

Some real life context, I switched school districts in between middle school and high school. One of the best decisions my mom's made.

So I dreamed that instead of staying at the second school district, I went back to the first school district my junior year. Everybody was like "Why did you transfer" "Why did you come back" and I don't remember much but I don't think I was very happy to be back in the school district.

I remember bits and pieces of my dream last night. One part involved a bunch of Transformers,and at one point I was helping someone else guard something for them. Whatever we were guarding got taken without us noticing, and the other guard got pretty pissed at me for that.

There was also a bit that involved some variant of Little Red Riding Hood finding out she was actually a werewolf. After that,a bunch of other werewolves took her to their underground village and performed some kind of initiation ritual.

For whatever reason, Hope from FFXIII showed up several times, looking like he did in XIII-2. Which is a bit weird, since I've never played XIII-2. I don't remember much of what he did, except for something about him and Shadow the Hedgehog on motorcycles, talking about said motorcycles. The Transformers may or may not have been present.

edited 25th Nov '12 8:35:11 PM by SapphireBlue

I've had dreams where all I can remember is images, but sometimes I can remember entire stories.

More or less, this was one of them. I can remember a image really well from this dream, but I also recall the story.

I was looking at a book called "Alice". On the over was a school girl around the age of 18, sprawled on a operating table with a white sheet. She was clenching the sheets, her body turned in a way that made her look scared out her mind, with her legs slightly up. On the sheet was traces of blood, and behind her was a window with operating equipment. It also had that "cold" feel.

I'll post the story later. I'm rather tired.

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A couple of days ago (or maybe it just felt like it because the passage of time was so vivid) I had a dream fragment where I was playing the lead in a college production of a sequel to Dr. Frank-N-Furter, even though all I know of the character are the shout outs Emporio Ivankov and Winston Jerome. The production got iced when the teacher/director stepped down, and a co-star was chewing some questionable gum.

And now, the dramatic conclusion.

Apparently, it was now my job to write, direct, produce and star in this sequel, on the night of the show. Fortunately, I picked great people to delegate to. I wound up splitting the lead role with another student actress, so that during her scenes I was disguised in the audience so I could see what the hell was going on. Somehow, this also meant splitting myself into 2 people. The person I was sitting next to in the front row almost realized what was going on, until I pushed him (helpfully already in some kind of monster costume) onstage. Our co-writer/set designer blew me away with the stuff she came up with, basically the whole thing was ad-libbed, and somehow we'd settled on some Wizard Of Oz / Wicked inspired ending with flying monkeys, where the lead gets turned into a bird, and gets eaten by another bird, except not, as my understudy student actress appeared off-screen knowingly, showing everyone she's alright after they booed the character death. We got a standing ovation, and I was so impressed by the work of the understudy and the writer/designer I damn near confessed love to them.

However, we noticed the former teacher/director of the show in the audience, celebrating. We were pissed off, because she was supposed to be unable to attend or barred from doing anything on the show, which is why she left us high and dry.

edited 26th Nov '12 5:21:22 AM by wanderlustwarrior

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

That must have sucked.

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Milla Jovovich in a bookstore except her lower body was this weird flesh-colored caterpillar thing and she somehow gave birth to these baby flesh-colored caterpillar things which grew to full size by stuffing themselves in people's mouths.

DON'T ASK ME I DON'T KNOW EITHER AND I DON'T WANT TO

Somehow you know that the time is right.

That. I just... what.

Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours For graphs of passion and charts of stars...

Of all my dreams, I'm surprised you react to that one that way.

Mine are usually lacking in the Body Horror department, fortunately.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

So I woke up today at 7:00 then fell asleep for hour and saw my most coherent weird dream so far. I mean it was weird but it wasn't surreal weird, it was... I suppose it was coolest dream of all dreams I remember seeing since nothing bad really happened to me and I was doing cool stuff

Well, basically I had armor and sword and was fighting bug aliens and for some reason one of my teachers from my current school(the very silly one) was on conspiracy with aliens for some bizarre reasons and he owned Mc Donalds restaurant. Dream ended by my teacher trying to lure me behind the Mc Donalds to shoot me since I didn't have armor/sword thing with me and me running away while trying to call cops.

Another weird thing was that it wasn't "first person dream" I mean, it felt like watching tv show or something so for example, I saw what kind of armor I had instead of seeing it from helmet perspective.

I have no idea whats up with that dream and why the heck it was most coherent one I've ever had... I usually get head ache from my dreams, like that one which was basically snake biting me all the time or me escaping from humanoid cgi crocodile in labyrinth from that cartoon cgi show with ducks and alligators. And two other dreams that I remember that were rather disturbing to me say aloud... Oh well, I guess I should be glad that I had super hero dream for once instead of something else just as weird but more disturbing.

edited 26th Nov '12 11:23:38 PM by SpookyMask

OK STORY TIME (based off my last post)

Alice somehow finds herself in the insane asylum where she's going to die. Apparently the president passed a law where if you offend him you go to a insane asylum.

So she's just there, in the way she was on the book cover becuase they gave her drugs to lock her up in that way. And then this guy from the shadows comes in and he's like

WHAT'CHA DOING

GET UP

and so she does

and then she takes a minecart out or something but her friend works at the asylum and he's always backstabbing her to keep his job

dunno if they got out

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I, my older sister, my dad and his wife were coming back from some trip. We go the long way around a lake and I see Sarah Palin and her husband leaving after visiting a certain Texas nursing home. As I point it out, we get on a highway, where we have to slow down, because we joined in the middle of some people running a charity marathon. While on the highway, the car becomes a convertible, and 4-6 people jump on/in the car. All the cars get off the highway to deliver the racers to the finish line, and we're supposed to make a right turn after the exit to let them off. We call on my dad to do so, but he goes too fast, misses the turn, then drives us off a bridge attempting the next. I warn everyone to wind down the back windows (no longer a convertible) and open the door while we're in the air, then check while we're in the water to see that everyone got out. Once I surface, I do a head count, then notice my dad and his wife were missing,but they were just hiding by remaining "digital", going out of phase shift with the world, so we couldn't find them and take the (salvaged) car, which is now a hovercar.

The sad, REAL American dichotomy

I was at my old house, painting a backdrop with several people with whom I attended a theatre summer class a couple years ago. Then Gangnam Style took over.

I walk two steps from my school (which is in mexico) to an old school in chicago.

Lostie's girl, do,do, da na,na Where can i find a woman like that?

I had a dream that's kind of vague on my mind now, but I do remember training to prevent something that was going to cause my death.

Also, I beat the crap out of Dio from Virtues Last Reward.

He had it coming.

I had a dream last night that I thought was kind of cool in its weirdness. I had another dream about Rushuna, only this time, she was a vampire.

I smell magic in the air. Or maybe barbecue.

The only part I remember is finding a "goodie bag" in a shop... it was a cardboard box filled with various stuff, like a Tony Tony Chopper hat, and a huge framed photo of Shigeru Miyamoto. (I now want that photo for no other reason than it would be a cool thing to have.)

shouldn't his favorite genre be RPG and not point and click though

Blarrgh, had a nasty dream tonight. Spoilers contain nauseous things. It started out alright, with me being inside some kind of MMORPG, exploring some kind of plotline with some NPCs. But then, afterwards, I went to this kind of event where I had to dive to the bottom of a lagoon and get a slug. I did, swimming around and scooping it easily off the sea bottom.

And then when I got out of the water, I was told that to get the reward I had to eat it! Of course, had this really just been an MMORPG, I'd just have clicked it and done business. But since I was dreaming that I was inside the game, I could feel it in my throat. Good god, that was uncomfortable. In the dream, I then ran to the kitchen (as if I was back in the real world somehow) and tried to wash away the feeling, as if the player too had felt the sensation.

Weird, and nasty, dream. Kept me from sleeping in, though.

Join us in our quest to play all RPG video games! Moving on to disc 2 of Grandia!

Had a dream that Exelixi, Libris and the drunks were at my house and we were hanging out. And Exe and DS were talking about how they heavily disliked My Little Pony...

Read my stories!

I just had one. I dreamed that the universe was falling apart. Things were disappearing around me, leaving only blackness. This guy, whose face I couldn't see, told me that I has to leave. He showed me another world *

and told me I could will myself to it when the time came, and I could bring any things I wanted... but nothing living. I would have to leave everyone I knew behind. Later in the dream, there was hardly anything left... only part of a room, with my and my dad in it. I explained everything, then willed myself away, because it was all I could do. I found myself floating upwards and away very fast. Then I woke up.

Everything seemed normal, until I noticed that I was living in a different house, my parents were acting weird, I suddenly had 3 siblings, and mom, dad, and said not-supposed-to-exist siblings were all part spider. After seeing my dad being a bit of a bitch*

to one of my spider-sisters, I decided maybe never seeing him again wasn't so bad.

Then I woke up, this time for real.

God, dreams, why so fucking melodramatic all of a sudden? At least this was batter than the times I dreamed I was Rainbow Dash...

Hard to explain and to express, forever just a work in progress (he/they)

Not specifically a dream. But today part of my dream was being three people simultaneously.

I remember one was a Japanese Minister of some-kind.

But the idea was stuck in my head when I woke up in the morning, contemplating the idea.

"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."

I had a dream where there was just piles of plastic toys of cartoon characters. I was also in a volcano.

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I had a dream where I was in my Visual arts class, and a whole mess of people who weren't in the class were giving me shit. I got angry and started chucking stools and missed every time. Then someone I tent to have good conversations with began bagging me out, so I left the room. I came back and fairly softly tapped them and their friend on the back of the head with a stool as payback.

I was in some part of town with a friend (we'll call him M). He mentioned some kind of "gypsy carnival" up in Michigan and Minnesota that he and some other friends were going to over the weekend. I didn't expect to go because I had no money. Later we were driving in his car and there were some traps in the road. For some reason I thought they seemed like something out of Saw but they were really just some spikes and some pressure plates that mostly triggered more spikes. M drove over a patch of spikes and blew out both tires on one side of the car. Some thick brown goo started leaking out of them. He insisted we go back to his house immediately. His house in the dream was a very narrow 2-story building downtown that was slightly gothic-looking. In a room downstairs there was a cabinet of sorts with books and medieval-looking weapons in and around it. M told me to take one of the books on top of it and also to open the cabinet and take what was inside. It was in a hidden compartment on the inside of the door. It was an envelope or small book that said something like "100 Songs" on it. I realized that all this stuff was geared towards fighting/exorcising demons. We went back out - the stuff I took disappeared with no explanation at this point - and joined some other friends wandering around town. At one point we were in a small house with a friend from high school who now lives out of state. I hugged her and was crying a whole lot. M said we needed to go back to the house to check on the "bait". I didn't know what bait he was talking about. When we went back, outside the room with the cabinet there was a bag full of all sorts of different weapons; this was the bait. M was disappointed that it was still there. We got in some other car (or maybe it was the same one with the tires now fixed) and headed off in the direction of the gypsy carnival.

Also at some point there was a completely unrelated "interlude" where I went to a clinic to get checked for STDs even though I knew I couldn't have had any. Another friend was also there, along with Slash (yep, the guitarist). I chickened out of getting the test at the last minute.

Somehow you know that the time is right.