Weird dreams

I ate five pieces of pizza last night and went to bed having a feeling that I would have some weird dreams. My subconscious did not disappoint.

First off, I dreamed that I was with my immediate family, my grandparents, and a family friend driving down the road and got in a humongous car accident on the highway. None of us were hurt, but we weren't sure about everyone else. I woke up briefly, and when I went back to sleep, things got really weird.

I was on This Very Wiki. I don't know what page I was on, but I saw something referencing a strange music video which was a huge crossover. Immediately, the music video began playing. It was a music video of Under Pressure, but among other things, it featured a large sentient Elliot costume dancing to the music throughout the video, a Piss-Take Rap in the middle of the video where a Sceptile rapped to the king from Cinderella about how he should eat his vegetables, and all of the aforementioned characters plus Adele, Freddie Mercury, Jon Jafari, the family friend from the other dream, and a giant parrot (who wasn't Jacques despite the presence of Jon) flying through outer space singing along with the song. The video ended with the Sceptile shrinking, forcing himself down the king's throat and being eaten. (The whole thing was a lot more trippy than it might sound.)

After that I woke up, went downstairs, and told my family friend (who was stopping by) about the bizarre music video in my dream. As I did, I turned on my computer, only for it to suddenly be replaced with a menu from a restaurant. (I think it was Applebee's or IHOP.) I had decided to order the Chicken Alfredo when suddenly I woke up again.

edited 22nd Apr '16 7:09:04 AM by kablammin45

I can't remember much of last night's dream, as it was incredibly bizarre. That said, I do remember the last moments, when there was a big party in the house where my late grandman used to live. What's bizarre is that people were taking a shower in the yard, and they were inviting me to join them. I preferred to wait until the place was less crowded, but when that started being the case, my family wanted to leave, and they told me it was too late already.

I felt miserable when I woke up.

I had a dream where I was being bullied by a bad teacher named Brian. Because the rule of dreams is that the brain is not allowed to come up with faces, he looked like my computer teacher.

I dreamed Yami Bakura (as the Millennium Ring) showed up… ON SESAME STREET. In order, he possessed Telly, Rosita, Elmo, Oscar the Grouch when they tried throwing the Ring away, and some human lady, I think Maria. (You could tell because they got his voice.)

Luckily, for some reason he didn’t know how to count to 15, which always foiled his plans. Everyone he possessed got red sclera with yellow pupils. It was kinda cool.

Sounds like a good episode of Zorc n' Pals.

I was in my grandparents house (I think). I went lucid and managed to actually get myself to hover off the ground a little by flapping my arms. The weird thing is, it felt real—I even felt my arms getting strained from pushing me up into the air.

Then I had a false awakening and lost lucidity.

Let's just say that Bobsheaux has nothing on THIS one.

I impulsively bought a Zentai suit with six arms, even though I only have two.

Have you ever dreamed of being in a theatre whose seats were placed next to boiling gas pumps, and you had to keep an eye on the pressure gauges while you were watching an animated movie? That's what I dreamed yesterday on the afternoon. And when things went wrong, very hot titanium spheres fell from the ceiling and we had to give them to the janitors.

edited 30th Apr '16 1:06:24 PM by MyFinalEdits

I was walking in the park, and there were a lot of people there. Like, I've never seen so many people at any real park. And a lot of them had dogs and kids. I would soon discover the reason for the crowds—a larg-ish Chuck E. Cheese-style playplace had been erected right in the middle of it. There were a lot of screaming kids, flashing lights, basically things I HATE, but I seemed to handle it just fine. I think I played the original Ultima on an arcade machine. I also remember watching a documentary about the making of Ultima 9 (and if I learned anything from Spoony, that game does not deserve a documentary).

But the cool part came after that. I was suddenly lying face-down on a carpeted floor, which I assume must have been a false awakening. At first, I was disoriented, but then I realized that the park must have been a dream. When I wondered why I was lying on the floor, I realized that I was still dreaming and went lucid. I decided to try transporting myself to the moon, and then to space. The cool thing is, I actually felt weightless for a second there. That was really cool.

But then I forgot that lucid dreamers can breathe in space, and I felt a suffocating feeling, freaked out and woke up. It was worth it, though.

Sometimes I'm not really sure how much of my dreams is pure imagination and how much is my rational mind trying to make sense of what my imagination produces...

I forget all the details of my dream last night. But at any rate, I was in a sort of swampy land resembling Morrowind's Bitter Coast region, along with a few other random people. Somehow we knew that we were the only ones there, the entire place seemed otherwise deserted, and it may have been some sort of afterlife to which we uniquely were consigned. Anyway, we boarded a giant automatic train, which we all had to get on before a certain time when it was scheduled to leave. By 'automatic' I mean it had no crew, there was a control board in the front cabin but the controls just moved on their own and could not be moved by hand. One of the controls looked like a small steering wheel, but I have no idea why a train would have a steering wheel, so it may have been a throttle instead. I was carrying a couple of items that I considered very precious, one was a long black traveling bag and the other (I think) was a sort of laptop. It turned out the train was a form of interdimensional transport, and after leaving the swampy land it spent several hours (supposedly; I didn't actually experience such an entire length of time) going through a dimension of utter darkness. There was artificial lighting inside the train cars, but outside it was completely black, and anything stuck out the train window would just vanish, cut off along a flat plane as if by some infinitely sharp blade. Inside the train cars, those tables between the seats had little drawers in them with packs of playing cards and other game equipment, and everyone was saying how with the long trip and the lack of scenery it was nice to be able to play board games. One of the people on the train was a dwarf who looked like Peter Dinklage. Anyway, eventually the train reached another world, also completely deserted, and apparently consisting mostly of grassy fields like an english countryside. Right around the train station was a sort of parking lot and several small concrete buildings, some of which looked like shops, and they had lights on and glowing neon signs outside but no one in them. It seemed to be raining a great deal, and I had to hurry to take my bag and laptop-thingy underneath a covered shelter before they got too wet. I don't really remember anything that happened after that before I woke up.

I had a really dumb dream where I had been grounded apparently, and at one point, it changed to a bizarre version of the ending to one of my favorite games ever where the guys were planning to give everyone X Cutie Marks. Sounds like pre-friendship Starlight Glimmer to me.

So, I managed to pull off a beautiful Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking in regard to last night's weird dream. Some explanation: a friend of mine has an absolute bastard for a husband. Also, her parents hate her. I also borrowed her a key to my flat in case either would throw her out. So, after waking up, I hit her up on Facebook Messenger.

Me: Fuckin' hell. I had a dream about you.
Her: How nice. What was the dream about? The aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse?
Me: Worse. You moved in here. WITH YOUR HUSBAND. AND YOUR MOTHER.

I did omit the part about me pissing into the bathroom sink, though.

edited 2nd May '16 8:37:33 AM by NotSoBadassLongcoat

I don't remember many of my dreams (and do not have the patience to improve my memory of said dreams), but if it has one memorable moment I might remember that.

For instance, just shy of a week ago, I had a dream that was mostly forgettable, save for one thing: there was a door that had a window, not unlike the ones you see in public schools or offices, and I looked through the door's window. There, I saw myself, who promptly ran off as if he knew something went wrong. Then I had this giant existential crisis as a result of thinking about it.

I don't remember anything else.

Just last night I had a dream set in a zombie apocalypse. A whole lot of people were escaping from a big city, and I was with some of my relatives driving out of the city in a big bus. The route out of the city involved a giant highway that passed over a hill between two wooded areas, and later, a bridge mounted high over a river. However, after we passed the bridge we somehow decided we had to go back. There were still a lot of people trying to escape along the same route, and on the way we picked up an adolescent girl who seemed to be carrying the zombie disease, but just seemed lethargic and wasn't turned into an undead monster. Also, she had a bag of peanuts that she kept snacking on. One of my relatives came up with a theory that the effects of the zombie disease could be suppressed indefinitely by a combination of peanuts (or peanut butter), a drug called 'lesothin' (I looked it up just now, it's not a real word, but possibly a misspelling of 'lecithin'), and some unnamed chemical naturally produced by the human body when in a state of relaxation. We stopped at a movie store (kinda dates my dream, doesn't it? :P) where there were still a couple of people on staff and a bunch of people trying to buy whatever DVDs they wanted before heading out of the city. My relative who had suggested the cure stayed there browsing the DVDs, I told them this was a waste of time but they made the excuse that watching movies was inherently relaxing and could therefore be used as part of the cure. I suggested that marijuana would be a more straightforward and reliable way to relax someone, but in any case I was assigned to go out and find some of this 'lesothin' stuff instead. There was lots of looting going on, and I managed to steal an old van that looked sort of like this◊ (but a lighter shade of blue), just a few seconds ahead of some young boys who were also going around stealing things. It seemed that the passenger-side front seat of the van somehow detached from the rest in the form of a shopping cart, and I think I managed to find some of the drug, load it into the shopping cart, and then attach the shopping cart back onto the van. I bragged to everyone about how the van I had found was so great, but then I noticed a whole lot problems with it, most notably: The driver's seat always adjusted either too far forwards (cramping up my legs and making it hard to manipulate the pedals) or too far backwards (so my feet had trouble even reaching the pedals); and it had a manual gear shift, which I only vaguely knew how to use (and because of the problem with the driver's seat, I couldn't hit the clutch anyway). I started looking around for a better car with an automatic gear shift, but I don't remember anything else interesting that happened before I woke up.

I was spending a vacation night on a house located in Tampa, Florida. I was in a dark, but very nice room with a very cold air conditioner, and had the power to hack stuff like in Watch_Dogs. From a laptop, I got to see what the other people were doing in their rooms, I eventually spied through another house and saw the activities of an African American family; I saw a teenager girl in her room posting and editing TV Tropes, and then saw her view a Youtube video about a wedding. I didn't get to hear the names of the couple, but I had the suspicion that I knew about them from somewhere. I also spied the room of a boy, probably the girl's brother, who was watching a soccer match through TV. Madrid and City were playing, but I couldn't tell who was winning.

It was a very fun dream, that's for sure.

I was outside the computer lab, waiting for our professor. Feeling a bit cheeky, I leaned on the porch and called out, "Goatmom! Goatmoooooom!" After we went inside for our lesson, someone who was cosplaying as her walked in and smashed the piggy bank on our prof's table (for some reason). She introduced herself, then went to my seat and gave me a noogie.

Such a cute dream last night.

I remember a few moments of last night's dream very vividly. First, I was at my cousin's house, watching a movie. I guess it was shot in first person, like Hardcore Nausea—I mean Hardcore Henry. It was about this kid who was born during an alien invasion, and when he shows off supernatural powers, everyone thinks he's an alien...or something. It was actually a pretty sad movie.

Anyway, somehow I went lucid at this point. I tried transporting to space again, but it didn't work. I could feel myself waking up, and I shut my dream eyes tight to stay asleep. It was like something was trying to pry my eyes open. Really weird. Weird thing about my lucid dreams lately, twice in a row now, I've lost my vision as soon as I went lucid and felt my body starting to wake up. Am I experiencing sleep paralysis, maybe?

Anyway, after I reentered the dream, I lost lucidity (of course ) and went downstairs to...a bingo hall? Expect it was a special version of bingo, where you 'bought' eight sets of numbers with points and you were only allowed to call from those numbers. So, if the sheet has a number being called, but none of your eight sets do, you can't mark it down. It actually sounds mildly fun. Then I woke up.

All I can remember from the dream I had last night was that I was riding in a huge Winnebago RV with my folks through some mountainy farmland (I think I heard someone mention that we were somewhere in Canada) we just drove and drove for a while doing not much of note expect my sister and I singing "If We Hold On Together" very off key at one point.

Eventually, we pulled up to a farm with a lot of pigs. When we got out of the RV, it suddenly shrank to the size of a lunchbox and my dad told me to take it inside with us. Apparently, he wanted to ask the house's occupants if we could spend the night at their place. (In reality this would probably be rude.) Despite this, the farmer and his large family (there were something like 12 kids in there) let us stay in a spend the night, after which the farmer began harassing me for seemingly no reason and make me get a shot. I don't remember much of what happened after that.

Actually had a dream I could remember last night, at least only partially. I was wearing some weird health goth outfit, and I somehow took a train from my high school in New Jersey to a small village in Germany. I had two ferrets with me, and I sat down by a table outside. A Japanese lady came up to me and started petting my ferrets. That's all I remember.

I haven't had any weird dreams for a while, but I did have a "dirty" one recently. That's not like me! :o

Have you ever petted a ferret in real life? What's it like?

I had a dream last night that started with me pitching an idea for a cartoon to the CEO of some entertainment company. I don't remember what exactly happened during the pitch, but it went horribly! It somehow ended with the CEO being soaked with water. Predictably, he rejected the pitch, but he was a total Jerkass about it, screaming at me and telling me I was horrible. I remember trying really hard not to cry.

The next thing I remember, I was going grocery shopping with my brothers. This scene had absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the dream.

After that, I remember being back at the entertainment company's HQ, just outside. Jessie, James, and Meowth were walking by, singing "Tonight we Strike" for some reason. Because I love that song, I started singing along. Suddenly, a bunch of police cars pulled in to the parking lot, sirens blaring. One of the police officers got out, walked up to me, and told me that the CEO had been murdered, and I was the prime suspect.^note TBH, I don't blame him for suspecting me. After being so cruel to me, I would have wanted the CEO to get some punishment. It also doesn't help that I had just been singing a song about killing everyone For the Evulz.

He led me into the building and took me up to a balcony, where the CEO's brother was waiting, and he was pissed. The officer told me to put my hands out so that my wrists were resting on the balcony's railing. The police officer and the CEO's brother began interrogating me, threatening to chop my hands off if I lied. I stayed remarkably calm and answered their questions honestly, hoping they would realize I was innocent.

I can't remember what happened, but I think the officer decided I was innocent and let me go. The CEO's brother hated me, and was dead set on proving me guilty, but he couldn't do anything about it.

edited 6th May '16 1:13:18 PM by DrNoPuma

I own two ferrets IRL. They're like cats with really thin, dry hair, I guess.

I had another semi-lucid dream last night.

So, my friend and I were going to a convention and were dressed as TF 2 characters. We didn't actually end up at the convention during my dream, and were just driving to it. Since my friend can't drive yet IRL, this is how I realized I was dreaming. Thing is, I couldn't do anything about it. I tried to move, but I stayed put.

Heck, I couldn't even wake myself up until much later. Believe me, I tried.

My dad, bro and I went to a local science museum, but as we were coming home in the middle of the night, a huge storm started,with lots of lightning. My bro wasn't scared of it, but I sure was, and I kept telling him to be quiet so that Dad could drive us out of it without distraction. Eventually, we ended up at a mall and went to a movie theater to wait out the storm by watching a movie. I don't remember whether we actually watched a movie, but the next day (it was daytime at this point somehow), we went to a hotel where my mom was. She had drawn a picture of a notepad with Linus Van Pelt drawn on top of it, because NOTEPADCEPTION I guess. There was stuff written on it too, and I guess it was supposed to be written by Linus because I read it in his voice. It involved an experiment Albert Einstein (who the dream apparently confused with Thomas Edison) did involving gender roles and electricity that basically made people trans...somehow. Then I woke up.

Maybe I should stop staying up until 2 AM...

edited 6th May '16 3:27:38 PM by TooManyIdeas