Weird dreams

Well, that's almost the third night... uh... day in a row in which I've had an odd dream.

Unfortunately I don't remember this one too well, so there's good odds I'm making some of it up. I think it started out with me and a friend watching some fictitious Wallace & Gromit shorts, one of which was about a whole town suffering a heatwave and its citizens having hallucinations as a result. The animation was in the Aardman claymation style but barely had any reference to Wallace And Gromit, if I recall. Eventually the characters reached a garage and the animation suddenly turned into live-action.

What I do definitely remember at this point is that myself and my friend then apparently revealed to my family, who were in another, bigger lounge room that the events on screen were actually happening; just hidden behind the blinds, there the characters were, talking to each other, rather awkwardly cramped on the windowsill.

Then, apropos of nothing, I turned into a fox. A talking fox, but a fox nonetheless.

This is where the dream gets interesting. For some reason, a family member is choosing to stream the bizarre cartoon-turned-film-turned-real-life-events taking place on the windowsill with a smartphone, and going to great lengths to avoid getting me in the picture. They did manage to catch me in a few shots, but I wasn't talking at the time, so it just seemed like a random fox had burst into the room.

Eventually, I obviously got sick of this; thus, I somehow grabbed hold of the smartphone and held in it my vulpine face, rather cheerfully yelling "I'M A FOOOOOOX!! BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOM!!!"

Once that was over with, everyone abruptly left the room except for a female family member (my memory's not good enough to specify who, exactly), who chastised me for revealing that talking foxes exist to a worldwide audience of thousands, if not millions. Apparently it never bothered her that one of her own relatives had turned into one in the first place, or how thousands of people from all four corners of the globe apparently had nothing better to do than watch some random British family sit around and watch a small play in their living room for an hour or two.

Your dreams are always so fun to hear about.

Last night: I dreamed that I went to a Walmart with my mom, my sister, and her friend. Things were pretty normal, though the Walmart seemed to be really big. I started wandering off to the electronics area when the setting of the dream abruptly changed to that of Disney Infinity. I was suddenly on a small road in the middle of the woods as an Infinity version of myself and I was told to get back to the Walmart. So I started heading that way. Along the way, I passed through a small neighborhood and got chased by a huge angry Rottweiler.

Eventually I made it back to the Walmart, slid down a rail right through the door, and everything turned back into "real-life". I went back towards the electronics area like nothing had happened. There I found the people I had gone in there with. I grabbed Buzz Lightyear and Jessie Infinity figures and we simply went home. I began watching TV when we got there. I don't remember what I was watching, but I remember that after the credits played, the Klasky-Csupo Robot logo played (even though I hadn't even been watching a show by them) and it just kept repeating over and over again in different colors, different speeds, and sometimes starting at the face. The logo also had a whimsical saxophone tune playing in it instead of its usual music. This went on for a good long while until I woke up.

I was inside some sort of racist-joke-filled video game. Lots of memes. I don't remember much, but shitting and suicide were apparently the two main actions.

So, you were stuk in a more profane Dont Shit Your Pants?

I think my last dream was something I had already dreamed once. What I can remember from it is that I was running after an antagonist, that perhaps worked for a big bad or somesuch, but none of that ever mattered. The woman was always wearing a blue suit, and wielded a grenade launcher. She called herself "More" (not a literal translation), because she had a clone that looked just like her (including the grenade launcher), but supposedly was inferior, somehow. I personally couldn't tell the difference, but I never really got close. Most of the dream I was chasing after her, in at least two different locations.

First I think we were in some secret lab, maybe privately owned or government's property. Later in a city, and I was jumping from building to building as if I were a video game character while dodging grenades being shot from afar. The duo was apparently in a cemetery atop a hill, but when I arrived they had already left. Then I woke up.

At least I got a character idea out of it *write down in notes that may never be used*

I can't go too much into detail with last night's dream because it was fairly NSFW. Two days ago, I had watched an utterly atrocious video on the web I still haven't been able to unsee, so it was only matter of time before I had a nightmare about it. It was 7 am and I exited out of my house for an unusual morning walk. The sky was very dark, so it seemed like it was going to rain anytime. It was also quite cold and the wind was blowing strong. I was noticing, as I was walking through the streets and watching the houses, that these were open and nobody was inside them. I entered into one of them, out of curiosity, and in the dining room there was a PC that was on...... and the video was running. And the headphones had maximum volume. I quietly left the house and kept walking.

But in many houses, also open, there were computers where the same video was running, and the volume was once again maximum, so I started freaking out. The walk was gradually turned into a run, a desperate run so I would leave that street. But no matter where I was, the houses were all open and in them there were computers running the same video, each having the volume louder than the last. I woke up when I approached what was my elementary school, which had a HUGE cinema-like screen running the video with some really big sound amplifiers.

W.

T.

F. >_<

Last night, I had an odd dream which started out in a bank.

For some reason, a cat was trying to rob the bank, and it was my job to stop him.

Eventually, I managed to catch the cat, and that's when things got weird.

For some reason after that, we were sent down a river, into the Amazon. Never mind that we were in America and that all we had to do was take a boat down a river covered in crocodiles.

We went down the river, discovered a tribe, and one of the ladies in our group tried to teach them about the Hunger Games.

They took it the wrong way.

So, while they're in the middle of recruiting volunteers from our group to take part in the happy fun gladiator games of horrid death, I reasonably decide that I need to get out of dodge.

I and two friends get back on the boat, it's night, and we're moving along, when one of my friends turns on the overhead light.

We are in the center of a massive grouping of alligators/crocodiles. All moving in the same direction we are.

One of my friends freaks out and gets knocked off the boat by an alligator ramming into it intentionally, so the driver decides to speed up, and we hit a sandbar on the river, knocking both of us out of the boat.

The driver didn't even get the chance to make a sound before the entire group rushed him.

Then I step backwards, and hear the sound of another group of sharp toothed somethings moving behind me.

So I woke up. Yay, weird nightmares.

HOO BOY HERE WE GO

I have a lot of weird dreams. Like, a lot of them. One that's stuck with me since I was a little kid is one that I think is pretty dumb now, but scared the everloving shit out of me as a kid.

Okay, so I was in a first person horror game (I always described it as similar to Tomb Raider though I don't know why; it was closer to Amnesia The Dark Descent in hindsight) that used Boom Blox's art style and assets for some reason. (I may or may not have been addicted to Bash Party at the time.) I distinctly remember that the walls of whatever place I was in were blue-grey, like the "strong" blocks in Boom Blox. I don't know what happened before this, but I got up to a door that was definitely not a Boom Blox asset. One of the dog characters from the game was standing in front of the door as if he was supposed to be blocking it. He had floated up to the top of the room, for some reason. He gave me some kind of vague warning about whatever was behind the door, but me being a dumb video game protagonist, I went in the door anyway.

Past there was a playroom. This is where the dream just totally dropped being related to Boom Blox in any form, as this room looked more like a real room from my house at the time. The corners of the room had stuffed animals and pillows in them, which served as a sort of frame for a fish tank in the middle of the room. It was really small, and had nothing in it bar water and a decal of a Jurassic Park-style, nondescript featherless raptor on the back wall of the tank. It was really stylized, angular with sharp black cel shading. In hindsight, it was a little bit like Darkest Dungeon's art style. I sat there with absolutely nothing happening for about ten seconds, which was really, really tense.

Then the entire fish tank abruptly disappeared, except for the raptor decal. It just sat there hovering in the air in the same pose it was initially in, though it quickly faded to a dark blood red color, as if someone put a red filter over it. I distinctly remember this being punctured with a shrill Scare Chord, something a bit like "Psycho" Strings, and immediately followed by (and somewhat underlaid with) a really, really disturbing droning noise. This lasted for about two seconds before the decal, suddenly an actual, physical being, charged forward. (It was still bright red iirc.) It clawed me in the stomach three times before I keeled over and died (bloodlessly, I might add), prompting an absolutely bizarre Game Over screen. It was a brown scribble on a black background, with text in an almost Comic Sans-like font that read "Others...the pets." (I assume this was supposed to tie in with other game over screens caused by other entities in this vague game my mind made up.) That's when I woke up.

This dream has never come back since, though I've had a lot of weird dreams since then. I may come back to tell more stories later.

I remember getting Diablo III and preparing to play it...which I would never do. Other than that, I remember jack shit about my dream.

I had a dream a while ago about a steven universe episode where Sapphire left the Crystal gems on account of feeling useless on the team now that it's full of buff studs like Jasper, and Ruby was trying and failing to get her to stay. Never mind that half of the Crystal Gems or their allies aren't all that beefy, and Sapphire's abilities are very helpful to the C Gs.

I dreamed that a completely black cat named "Spooky" turned into a vampire bat and literally ate me alive.

I dreamt that Rayquaza taught me how to fly , and that instead of a dragon he was a hot snake-man

I had a dream that I was a religious prophet.

I'm an atheist.

An ATV race course in the southwestern U.S which I fell off of. I think the scene transitioned to somewhere else when I did.

Last night: I dreamed I was watching The Angry Birds Movie. Of course, since I haven't seen it yet and it was a dream, it was completely different. For one thing, the birds were in their usual limbless designs and the plot was simply the actual game's Excuse Plot. The part I remember the most was the birds stopping inside a Pokemon Gym(?!) and roosting up in some storage shelf full of chairs as people and Pokemon walked around below. Eventually, Red and several of the other birds woke up to see if they could find any of their eggs in the Gym. Bomb stayed asleep, and he wound up accidentally knocking over some of the chairs off the shelf and onto the ground below.

Inexplicably, this resulted in a huge explosion that leveled the gym (even though the Bomb bird didn't actually explode) and everyone caught in it cartoonishly blew into several pieces like a defeated LEGO mini-figure in a LEGO Adaptation Game. At this point I entered the dream and the Angry Birds part was forgotten as I tried to return a Breloom's disembodied head to its headless body. I eventually found the Breloom, but it had a head already. It told me that Brelooms could regenerate any lost body part (including their head) at will, so it didn't need its old head. I discarded the Breloom head I had (I think it became another full-bodied Breloom when I did), and I spent the rest of the dream with the Breloom in a Chuck E. Cheese's type place.

edited 31st May '16 4:11:55 PM by kablammin45

Last night I dreamed I was playing a Mario Kart game that also had Yu-Gi-Oh characters and levels in it. It was cool.

I dreamt about the Sun/Moon trailer (Which just came out today) And for some reason Starter pokemon were getting branched evolutions?? It was fucking weird and that's when I woke up and decided i might as well watch the actual trailer

I dreamt that we were on a road trip (it was night) and my sister made the MOST HILARIOUS FACE because of A PIMPLE.

I dreamt that I played a prototype version of the Speed Highway stage in Sonic Adventure that had a bunch of branching paths, including one that inexplicably led to a grassy meadow during the daytime, which itself led to a craggy, smokey-colored rock formation.

edited 2nd Jun '16 7:19:48 PM by lewattoo

You know the scene in Majora's Mask where some strange ghosts plan to abduct the cows that are in Romani Ranch? Part of my dream last night was about that, except I wasn't playing Majora's Mask. I was in a location that was almost identical to Romani Ranch. And for some reason, it was the Gorman Brothers who asked me to take care of the house while they were looking for supplies.... and they left during late afternoon. I was completely alone, and I started hearing some strange noises inside and outside the house. It was really frightening, but luckily Romani and Cremia arrived eventually.

I dreamed a few other things, but I can't tell any relation between each other. One of them was about me, my family and a bunch of friends doing a trip through all of Venezuela during a rainy morning (I'm unsure why most of my dreams have the sky either dark-cloudy in afternoon or morning, or completely starry and bright during nighttime. It's very weird; is this some sort of trend among certain groups or kinds of people? Sometimes I believe it is). The trip was through a two-floored bus with a nice environment and a cold temperature thanks to a powerful air conditioner. I remember that we made a couple stops along the way: One near a semaphore in an avenue and another when we reached an industrial section that had some urban households.

Last night, I dreamed that I was standing in a pitch black room, but I was underneath a small, bright spotlight. There wasn't any sound, except for a voice calling out my name repeatedly. I tried walking towards the voice, but I couldn't move past the edges of the spotlight. Then, all of a sudden, a dark figure lunged at me, and I woke up.

Some sort of weird Homestuck/Undertale thing. I was vriska and moved along a random banister at the ceiling while monologueing about how terrible I was. It was actually all a play, and part of the script was somebody stabbing me in the back with a knife (absolutely no relation to a particular event that didn't happen). I was writing a letter, and the last sentence was "you will remember me". Not even with a 8 or anything. But i was also Undyne the Undying even though vriska is the opposite of a hero and if involved in a genocide run would almost certainly be the player.

essentially i was dreaming a short movie, man's grandpa dies as a result of a business i shall not name. he wants revenge, and has a team of his pals from growing up, including a deaf woman, and a talking jaguar, amongst at least five other characters, they go to the headquarters, get into a fight, and use their ultimate weapon. this causes them to take out two of the guards, then they flee to their rocket ship. don't ask and they use the weapon to propell them, royally screwing the planet, and causing them to travel to an alternate version of the past, and live happily ever after. The End.

and later they died of natural causes, cause none of them were immortal.

edited 4th Jun '16 7:08:51 AM by Alucart23

I had a dream Cillian Murphy started a music career and made a stop in my city for a tour or something. A lot of people from my school showed up too? I think I came in 10 minutes late but I missed 7 songs apparently. What.

Anyways, I got to stand in the front. I guess the dream skipped to after the show where he talked to some people. He laughed when I said I really liked him in Peaky Blinders and that he should just stick to acting. He said, "You might be right about that."

My sister asked for his phone number and she found out she was given a fake number. I told her, "Do you think a 40 year old man would want to talk to an 18-year-old?" She looked pissed.

After he left, I found a folder of papers that belonged to him. It was a bitch to get in contact with him to get it back to him. He came back to the venue and personally thanked me.

...I woke up and felt like I personally knew him from that experience

I dreamt that eight Kirbies, eight Miss Frizzles, and eight other Tributes were fighting in the Hunger Games. The Games lasted ten days, and somehow, one of the Frizzles won, only for the host to request that the thread be locked because it was a duplicate.

edited 4th Jun '16 9:07:54 PM by TroperNo9001