This thread is to talk about the dreams you have had in the previous couple of nights. Some of them will be crazy, some of them will be boring. It's just a chance to swap funny stories about our crazy sub-conscious.

I had two interesting dreams in the last week.

1. This dream had a cinematic persepctive. The earth had beenhit by a comet, and was a post-apoc world. My family and I were living int he ruins of our house, hidden int he basement. At night, we would scurry out and gather supplies such as fodstuffs, weapons, fuel etc, and return to our basement and hide it away. We could not go out during the day as there were bands of roaming cannibals, mutants and bandits.

I awoke violently from this dream when I realized that there was no way my wife could be aliv ein post-apoc world due to her medical condition.

2. This one also used cinematic, third person perspective. I watched as a pair of comically archetypical Russian Mobster brothers made an explosive escape from a police chase. They fled Russia and made their way ot New England. There they set-up shop as the long lost relatives of a pair of high brow WASPS. Later, the entire town and the local gentry gathered at the WASP sisters estates for a black tie party. The two Russian Mobsters were forced to fit in with these provincial, New England, elite. Hijinks ensued.

How about your recent dreams?

I dreamed that Snooki had had my child. No joke. You can't imagine how disturbed I was when I woke up.

The most recent dream i remember having involved a friend of mine chasing me through the streets of Melbourne with a pair of bolt cutters trying to cut my toes off so she could turn them into a necklace. Every time she'd get close some calamity befell her, like getting hit by a car or tripping over and impaling herself on the bolt cutters, and then i'd manage to get away only to find her waiting again round a corner ready to renew the chase.



You poor bastard rubiksnoob. That must have been horrifying.

 rubiksnoob wrote:
I dreamed that Snooki had had my child. No joke. You can't imagine how disturbed I was when I woke up.

This is missing something, was there a nightmare preceding this?

I dreamt I was (literally) chewing someone's face off through a chainlink fence, near a cliff down in Dorset l'd visited as a kid, and eating their eyes... I have odd dreams...

Being chased by Cult of Convergence Robots (new army from Privateer Press) while trying to hide in my minecraft cave.

Majority of my dreams I can't remember.

Had sex.


Also had one where an old school friend told me that if I gave Purplefood a meat pie then he'd give me a song in return, and that his songs are really good.

Honestly, I can never remembers my dreams. I certainly know when I have them, cause I wake up and I know I was dreaming but when I try to think of what it was about I draw a blank.

Last dream I really remember I was at my school on the run from giant roaches for some reason but that was back in high school.

I once had a dream where I went through my normal day, but I and everything I touched was on fire. And by the end I was screaming my head off, and began falling into a pit to the centre of the earth.

I wonder why I get accused of being a pyromaniac.

I just recently had a dream I was working back at the airport and bringing in a bunch of plains in, at it was quite foggy, so we had to be careful.

 Avatar 720 wrote:
Had sex.

Still counts.

 Avatar 720 wrote:
Had sex.


Also had one where an old school friend told me that if I gave Purplefood a meat pie then he'd give me a song in return, and that his songs are really good.

They're also expensive. Ain't no lapdance worth that much.

I dreamed that I had to work from home due to a terribel wind storm. Then, my alarm went off and I turned it off because I was working from home that day anyway.

Next thing I know, Luke Skywalker is at my house after losing to Vadar on Bespin and needs Medical attention for his missing hand. Saurak shows up and insists on Vulcan mind melding with Luke , but General Madine refuses since it would give away all of the rebels scerets.

That's when I realized I wasn't really working from home that day and I better wake up right now!

I have had some random ones while in Japan involving women in kimonos with loose morals. Some times dreams DO come true!

I sat and wrote for awhile near a zen garden today, I wish I could have dreams like that, it was incredibly soothing.

A brief and very sucky haiku I wrote about the experience.

cool breeze caress
writing in gardens
ink on the pages

On further reflection I really need to never write haiku again.

been taking these anti malaria pills in the sandbox and they've been giving me weird visualistic dreams.

Was in the battle of hoth 3 nights ago but the snow speeder i was in had 3 people in the back (including me) with luke up in the front

Dak says to luke, "Hey if we crash and I get knocked out you're not going to leave me right?"

Luke says "nah man"

(I'm not making this up)

Another dream i had i woke up screaming and clawing at the ceiling, i think i was eating someone

The rest of the dreams were all about sex, then last night I was looking for someone to have sex with.

I have a reoccuring theme in nightmares, where there is some insidious threat that I am aware of and despite my warning, people are refusing to listen and are falling prey to it.

A couple of nights ago, this happened again, we were on some colossal paddleboat/steamer going up a river and everyone was wearing edwardian clothes, there were the xenomorphs from alien aboard, snatching people and making a nest in the lower section of the boat. I was trying desperately to warning people and they were just laughing it off and carrying on drinking and dancing, I could see the xenomorphs in the corners and dark places, taking people one at a time.

Then, as sometimes happens, I get the sense of things being a dream and am able to fight things and so started ripping into the aliens, tearing them up and punching through walls, fully hulking out. I often get that theme in a dream, it's usually the xenomorphs as they scared me as a kid, but also the borg or zombies, taking people out of the corner of my eye as I try to warn the rest who won't listen.

Woke up by sitting bolt upright in bed, punching fists out and Mrs S said I'd been snarling and kicking in my dream so she knew to just get up and leave me to it (as I get these fighting dreams fairly often).

Last night I had an awesome dream about being in a tropical fish shop full of fish with the most amazing colors I'd ever seen, I was opening the tops of the display tanks and they were swimming out of the water and into the air around me then I went outside and there were pearl gourami fish the size of zepplins flying overhead. That was cool.

My dreams generally involve me looking for a place to poop.

Must be important to my sub-conscious.

 MeanGreenStompa wrote:
Last night I had an awesome dream about being in a tropical fish shop full of fish with the most amazing colors I'd ever seen, I was opening the tops of the display tanks and they were swimming out of the water and into the air around me then I went outside and there were pearl gourami fish the size of zepplins flying overhead. That was cool.

How much cheese did you have before bed?

 Dreadclaw69 wrote:

 MeanGreenStompa wrote:
Last night I had an awesome dream about being in a tropical fish shop full of fish with the most amazing colors I'd ever seen, I was opening the tops of the display tanks and they were swimming out of the water and into the air around me then I went outside and there were pearl gourami fish the size of zepplins flying overhead. That was cool.

How much cheese did you have before bed?

None, I did eat four pork chops though, and an avocado.

I haven't been dreaming much with this heat . Normally I can at least remember that I was having a dream, even if I don't remember specifics... Past week, nothing

 MeanGreenStompa wrote:
None, I did eat four pork chops though, and an avocado.

I know that I have some strange dreams, but come the morning I can't remember them worth a damn. I think eating mustard before bed is meant to help with dream recall

 Dreadclaw69 wrote:

 MeanGreenStompa wrote:
None, I did eat four pork chops though, and an avocado.

I know that I have some strange dreams, but come the morning I can't remember them worth a damn. I think eating mustard before bed is meant to help with dream recall

An ex girlfriend of mine kept a notebook and a pen by the bed to write down her dreams before she forgot them after she'd woken.

 MeanGreenStompa wrote:
An ex girlfriend of mine kept a notebook and a pen by the bed to write down her dreams before she forgot them after she'd woken.

My wife has a background in mental health. I might be scared of the conclusions that she'd reach with some of the more off the wall dreams

Yeah, when I wake up, I try to replay them in my head a few times. I then think about how I would write them. This helps me remember them.

Their was s stretch where I barely remembered any of my dreams, but lately they have been coming fast and vivid.

I find that the heat of the summer makes my dreams much more vivid

I had a dream the other day. I was living with a friend and, for a reason I can't quite remember, he was seething with rage. Red and everything.

I was in my room, reading or something, and he kicked the door in so hard the handle was imbedded in the wall. So I jumped to my feet to try and reason with him, but he moved to me quickly. When he was close enough I managed to push him over and out the door. I looked down and pulled out the big bottom draw of my bedside table thing and threw the entire contents over him. Which turned out to be completely full of Snickers bars.

As I threw them over him I advised him to eat them, because he gets a bit angry when he's hungry.

I'd say that the marketing works, but that's where the dream ends, so I don't know what happens next. :(

I don;t recall the entire dream, but I remember this littel tidbit.

I was in an airplane with a fro like humanoid wearing a tweedle-dee/tweedle-dum outfit. For some reason I kicked him out of an open door ont he plane. It was clinging to the door frame with its webbed fee and pleading at me with big froggy eyes. I walked over and stomped on his webbed fingers until he fell.

I then watched as he opend a white parachute and floated to down into the badlands below.

I know I dreamed other stuff, but it just didn't stay with me this morning.

Edit: Also, where I am at there is no summer heat. I think it is a simple case of mild anxiety leading to lucid dreaming and poor sleep. Nothing special.

I was making love to Scarlett Johansson in a ball pit.

Not a bad dream.

~Tim?

Ive got to start remembering more of mine, but the most i can recall is stalking enemy mechs in my personal Catapult K-2 (CPT K-2) "Nightwraith" through a vast network of canyons.

My dreams are annoying.

I keep dreaming about very real situations, that have already happened or will/may happen. Simple things like going out with some friends, editing in the basement. And it's annoying because I remember bits, and then can't remember if it actually happend or if I just dreamt it.

Here is the latest bizarre dream...

In this dream, my wife and I were being shown houses by a real estate agent. The nice middle aged woman brought us to a one level rambler. We looked around and it was nice. I asked to see the basement, and she happily obliged.

We wne tdownstairs and found a big, concrete area not unlike your typical unfinished basement.

Except for the pro-satan graffiti and murals all over the walls and the remains of a B-movie style castle dungeon. In addition, in the corners there is a large black pit, covered over with rotting boards. Horribly otherworldly moaning eminated from the black pit.

After looking at the property I turned to the agent and said, "I don't recall this being on the disclosure documents?"

Before she could answer I woke up.

Water features often in my dreams, rivers and flooded cities; if my home town is the setting then it can often be like being in a strange Gothic Revival/Scottish Baronial version of Venice.

I had a dream where a cheap freddy kruger rip off stole a kid and then hid in another dimension. To get him back, I needed to find The Rock and get him to show me how to get in there. I saw him driving a bus down a road near where I live (luckily, I knew it was a cul de sac so he couldn't get out the other end).
Then he opened an invisible window which I went through and then I woke up.
Other weird ones have involved swimming down the road, being chased by a dog which turned out to be a quite reasonable person.
Trying to get a flower to bloom in the dark by shining torches on it. It then bloomed to angels singing praise the lord to the tune of the end of grease.
I have a recuuring theme in my dreams where I try to get home and places I know lead to the wrong places and I get further away.
I have a recurring nightmare about being sold and all I can see is straight lines on a grey background. For some reason its about intersecting angles.
My personal favourite was that I had to stop some wooden patio sets being blown away, so I made them into a wooden cart and put the parasols sticking out of the back. Then I had to get a display right in the corner of my house - otherwise a giant purple catfish would swim up through the sky to my house and put an eye against my patio window.

I had a very interesting one last night. Two forces of religious extremists were battling each other in a sprawling city in the Middle-East built entirely out of the ruins of western houses. Aside from lots of blood, flames, and explosions, I most clearly remember what the fighters looked like - one side was wearing grays, browns, and tans with tattered scarlet cloth face masks while the other was clad all in black robes with silver buttons and KKK-style hoods.

I remember watching it all pretty passively, from an omnipotent viewpoint. I definitely wasn't involved with it. I need a Freudian psychologist to interpret this one, or maybe a religious mystic...

~Tim?

 Some_Call_Me_Tim? wrote:
I had a very interesting one last night. Two forces of religious extremists were battling each other in a sprawling city in the Middle-East built entirely out of the ruins of western houses. Aside from lots of blood, flames, and explosions, I most clearly remember what the fighters looked like - one side was wearing grays, browns, and tans with tattered scarlet cloth face masks while the other was clad all in black robes with silver buttons and KKK-style hoods.

I remember watching it all pretty passively, from an omnipotent viewpoint. I definitely wasn't involved with it. I need a Freudian psychologist to interpret this one, or maybe a religious mystic...

~Tim?

Sexual frustration.

 Avatar 720 wrote:

 Some_Call_Me_Tim? wrote:
I had a very interesting one last night. Two forces of religious extremists were battling each other in a sprawling city in the Middle-East built entirely out of the ruins of western houses. Aside from lots of blood, flames, and explosions, I most clearly remember what the fighters looked like - one side was wearing grays, browns, and tans with tattered scarlet cloth face masks while the other was clad all in black robes with silver buttons and KKK-style hoods.

I remember watching it all pretty passively, from an omnipotent viewpoint. I definitely wasn't involved with it. I need a Freudian psychologist to interpret this one, or maybe a religious mystic...

~Tim?

Sexual frustration.

Since this is a Fruedian analysis, it is more than just sexual frustration, it is sexual frustration that he can not get with his Mom because Dad is always C-blocking him.... metaphorically.

 Easy E wrote:

 Avatar 720 wrote:

 Some_Call_Me_Tim? wrote:
I had a very interesting one last night. Two forces of religious extremists were battling each other in a sprawling city in the Middle-East built entirely out of the ruins of western houses. Aside from lots of blood, flames, and explosions, I most clearly remember what the fighters looked like - one side was wearing grays, browns, and tans with tattered scarlet cloth face masks while the other was clad all in black robes with silver buttons and KKK-style hoods.

I remember watching it all pretty passively, from an omnipotent viewpoint. I definitely wasn't involved with it. I need a Freudian psychologist to interpret this one, or maybe a religious mystic...

~Tim?

Sexual frustration.

Since this is a Fruedian analysis, it is more than just sexual frustration, it is sexual frustration that he can not get with his Mom because Dad is always C-blocking him.... metaphorically.

I wonder what the ruined buildings represent? I mean, it's obvious what the flames and explosions represent, but the buildings are interesting...

~Tim?

As usual, I dreamt of a collection of images and ideas, situations that were hopeless and never resolved before the next segment of the dream started. Guns didn't fire, doors didn't open some of the time(one time even after I'd just walked through it), axes and falls were not fatal sometimes. Opening a door in a haunted house lead to the environment being a spaceship, at which point I was like, "how did that happen?" but then I got distracted by a lack of air, since the space ship was ripped in half. I wasn't even there most of the time, acting instead as a bird's eye observer while others ran away from ever-changing threats(like some girls I had crushes on in high school...with axes, and some serial killer but IDK which one...or if it was even a specific one).

It's hard to paint a proper picture of the dream since it isn't really consistent. LIke, my parents were killed in one point(I don't actually know how. It was on top of a skyscraper), but then I said to myself, "no, wait, that's not how it went," and the world reset to a mall where we all were, and I was very confused.

How do you all have straight forward dreams?

I once dreamt I was an Inquisitor on modern day earth. I had a bolt pistol and everything. I eventually fought a dragon... in a dance competition. I totally won too... but I didn't cut off her head to present as proof of a kill to the guy who told me to do it so I had to fight the thing -again-. Woke up before that fight ended.

I can't remember my dreams at all which is saddening for me as I know they can be amazing things at times. I would even like to remember my nightmares as I think it would be less disturbing than waking up in a cold sweat, not knowing where you are, maybe even screaming and not knowing WHY...

I-I don't know....They were just a bit crazzy

Normally my dreams are pretty grim and normally involve me solving puzzles and bumping into people I know in strange places, but last week I had the greatest dream of my life.

My dog had a stroke on Christmas day, she was the most beautiful dog in the world, I loved her to pieces. Before she finally died she crawled over to me on her nerveless paws and laid her head on my lap for around two hours, people say animals don't feel emotion like a human, but it was obvious that she knew she was dying, she nuzzled in to me, licked my hands and tried to rub her face against mine when I was crying. It was the most emotionally overwhelming time of my life and the first time in my adult life that I openly cried in full view of everyone.
Shortly after, my dad got a phonecall from a friend who said his brother had recently rescued two rottweiler puppies (Ruby was a rottweiler too) from a woman who had been badly mistreating them after removing them from the mother far too early. Now, being upset, we were wondering if it would be too soon after Ruby died to get a new dog, but we eventually talked it over and decided that we could give the bitch a good home and keep it well treated (my dad's friend volunteered to take the male). Now, Jess is still very young and quite naughty, she's a pain, and has driven us crazy at times, there were also times when we fell like we were betraying Ruby's memory and felt guilty about having Jess, we maybe weren't as close with her some days, but she's still a member of the family and we do love her, she's here to stay and whilst she'll never replace Ruby, she has taken a place that is equal in our eyes, and we see her as an addition, not a replacement, even if we do sometimes feel guilty about having her.

But last week I had a dream where I was sitting in a huge hall, and by my feet, playing together in the way that only dogs who are very familiar with eachother and see neither as a threat, the dogs that have no qualms about sharing their bed with eachother, dogs that are actually friends, were Ruby and Jess, frolicking and jumping around, tugging at rope toys and such. It was so real, and the most beautiful dream I have ever had. I know that more happened during the dream, but that's the bit I remember, the bit that made me smile at my own sub-conscious. I don't believe in spirits and afterlives, but I like to think that Ruby lives on in my memories, as people you know closely do, and that this would have actually happened had she lived. I hope I never forget this dream.

I had a strange dream on Saturday night.
I was back in Northern Ireland and at mass. The mass itself was more Southern baptist with lots of singing, hallelujahs and the like which is very different to the usual Catholic mass. Confused by this I left the church and was walking home when I was arrested. I was taken into custody and the police handed me off to a British Intelligence Officer who offered me a choice of charging me for a crime I had been framed for, or doing a job for him. The job for him it turned out was killing a senior Garda (Irish Police) Captain in the Republic. The dream then cut to me being in the Captain's home when she gets the drop on me and appears behind me with a firearm (rifle or shotgun, I'm hazy on which), before she tells me that she'd been watching me from a hiding spot on her property, and that her Father (who was also a Garda Captain before he died) told her to always keep an eye out. She walks me at gunpoint out to the old, boxy, red car that I must have driven to her house in (the dream cut between the Intelligence Officer and her house). She seen the plans that I had drawn up in a folder and examined them. I explained that the car was an old one that I was going to burn after, that's why the plans were there. The plans had scale diagrams and layouts that I had drawn from working out the scales of various parts of the property. Rather than dispose of me she then offered me the choice of following her or not. Being unarmed and with nothing else to lose I agree. We drive to a crowded city with trains driving on the streets instead of cars, here she picks up a concealed package of solid gold discs and tells me that it's our job to get them into the US. As part of this plan we have to meet her contact, a jeweller, at a Synagogue who bears more than a passing resemblance to Sir Ben Kingsley.

And then the puppies woke me up to go to the yard

 Mr. Burning wrote:

 rubiksnoob wrote:
I dreamed that Snooki had had my child. No joke. You can't imagine how disturbed I was when I woke up.

This is missing something, was there a nightmare preceding this?

Having a child with Snookie would be the nightmare.

Just a quick snippet that I recall.

A old guy in a red shirt and looking vaguely like Santa was laying face down in a growing pool of blood on the pavement.

When I woke up, I thought that I had killed Santa in my dream.

 Easy E wrote:
Just a quick snippet that I recall.

A old guy in a red shirt and looking vaguely like Santa was laying face down in a growing pool of blood on the pavement.

When I woke up, I thought that I had killed Santa in my dream.

Don't worry, it was just a redshirt with a beard. He died doing his duty: dying.

Last night I was in a Godzilla movie, but I never really saw Big G fight a kaiju adversary. I just knew I was part fo the boring human story inbetween acts. I had to recover something, and a long haired japanese guy (I'm surprised he didn;t have white hair) was trying to stop me.

We were racing around some old, abandoned factory sets, like the kind you would see in a Corman flick. Then, we started wrestling aroudn as I tried to reach out for some papyrus scroll with red oriental writing on a shrine.

I distinctly remember (and kind of feeling) getting an elbow to the temple by my rival. Just as I was about to grab the scroll, the building started to fall apart. Instinctively, I knew it was because Godzilla was approaching.

Then I woke up.

My dream last night was me at my flgs, and a 5 yr old kid (or thereabouts) picked up my favorite model in my Chaos Marines army (my converted Burna Bomba into a Heldrake), and threw it to the ground, shattering it to it's individual parts. I was devastated and angry and I threw the kid into the wall demanding he find the pieces of my model and build it again.

It feels like my subconscious is telling me that 40k isn't fun for me anymore, and something has broken my fun... Or sexual frustration, I am a gamer after all

I was a horseman of rohan, in the front rank at the battle of pelennor fields.

Felt the clanking of theoden's sword against my lance, then we charged down the hills, the smell of the orcs around Minas Tirith was awful, like a sewer. I remember the impact of lance against orcish flesh, I dropped my lance, drew my sword and started hacking. I saw Theoden charging, then an impact blew me off my horse.

Then I woke up.

I was in the shower......
When came out of the drain and showerhead came thousands of spiders that climbed all over me and dug into my skin and into my lungs.
Then they disappeared, then my stomach burst from all of the eggs the spiders layed.

I had to leave school and rush home for something. I grabbed a long, yellow bannana board (skateboard) and started cruising down a huge San Francisco style hill.

Some old guy on a another skateboard started chasing after me, but I lost him after doing some amazing skateboard tricks.

I flipped my board into my hand and started walking down a tree lined street. A piece of papers blew by, and for some reason I was compelled to chase it.

After this dream, I realized that I have never seen the seminal skateboard movie Gleaming the Cube.

I was shopping at a flea market, and everyone was "Oohing and Aaaahing about the great prices. However, when I looked at them they were more than standard retail. I was like WTF? I then got on a school bus to go on a field trip to the moutnains.

Yeah, kind of boring this time.

Last night I dreamt that I was on a submarine. Not involved in any way, just on a submarine.
I do an annoying problem where I have realistic and not at all out there dreams of things that happen in social situations, which ends up really confusing me

I have lucid dreams every so often. I remember in one dream, I cannot recall what it was about, but I realized I was dreaming and decided to look at the dream world and compare it to real life. I don't remember quite what I did but I remember at one point I was looking at my hand, noting the lack of fingerprints and thinking to myself "this isn't real"

Last night, I dreamed that I was a catholic priest called to a council of bishops with a special guest appearance by the Pope. We were all gathered around a very clear pool in a nature preserve. Their were paved trails leading all around the park, and it covered several acres.

At the bottom of the pool was a perfectly preserved crucifix, altar, and mural from a destroyed church. The items were supposedly dated from 13th century.

We were all attending to decide if the preservation of these items while underwater was indeed a miracle. The main ecumenial lawyer was also a huge fan of Specialist Games (Somehow in the dream I knew it was Commisar Molotov of INQ28 fame) . During a break, we discussed his edits to the Necromunda sourcebooks and fanatic magazine articles.

We then went for a jog. At the top of the hill, we looked back and say that the council break was over and that we had to get back. On the way back we ended up in huge white house, and when we went to climb out a window we were stopped by a women who was dressed and made-up like the star of a 70's movie cult.

She told us that we had made someone very angry, and we couldn't leave. The window suddenly shut and locked. Strange green mist then started coming out of her eyes.

Then I woke up.

I think I can top just about anyone's dream story. This didn't happen recently, it was a dream I had about 4 years ago. But it is one I will never forget, not just because it was incredibly spooky, but also because it had a very consistent narrative which is quite rare in dreams. I apologize if this story is a bit long, but I promise if you read to the end it will be worth it...

It started in a small village, with wooden houses. The village appeared to be surrounded on all sides by darkness, like it was in a deep forest. The people were afraid because an oracle (an old woman) had arrived with a message that a great evil was approaching, and that at the stroke of three, it would come to kill everyone in the village.

We had some time to prepare ourselves. We barricaded all the houses, and locked the women and children inside where they would be safe. Myself and the other men gathered what weapons we could find (simple things like clubs and axes) and we waited outside in the village square. It felt like I waited there a long time watching a large ornate clock, hanging in the darkness. Eventually it struck three, and I braced myself... but nothing happened, nothing came. A few long moments past, and I started to wonder if it had all been a lie to scare us. I almost felt relived. But my relief turned to horror, when I saw the wooden houses come to life, like great monstrous heads, with broken planks for teeth. And they began the chew up all the women and children trapped inside. It was terrifying. I could hear screaming and saw blood oozing out from between the wooden boards. I tried frantically to pry one of doors open, but it was impossible.

The dream got a little hazy after that, but the next thing that I remember is going to see the Oracle again. I had traveled with maybe 10 others to find her and ask her how we could defeat this evil. She told us that we couldn't and that we were all going to die, and for each person she told them how they would die, and what order it would happen. I was the last. But when she got to me she wouldn't tell me how it happened, all she would say is that when I figure it out, it will be too late.

Again the dream got hazy, and we had wandered to a new landscape, which was more like a modern city. Quite a lot of us had died already, and I realised that the prophecy was coming true, just the way she said it would. There were only four of us left. I had to wrack my brain to remember how the last four deaths were supposed to happen. The next person was supposed to die in a car crash, then a decapitation, then killed by a fall, then me. So knowing that the next death would be a car crash, I urged the others to get inside away from the street, where a car crash would be impossible. We ran into a large glass tower building that had a huge spiral ramp inside going all the way to the top. We started to run up the ramp to get away from the ground. I was perhaps 3 or 4 stories up when suddenly I saw through the glass, almost like in slow motion, a helicopter carrying a car in tow on a rope. It went out of control and came hurling through the glass. The floor underneath me collapsed, and I saw one of my companions crushed by the car. The floor gave way again and tipped at a very steep angle. My other two companions began to slide off. I grabbed one by the arm and he in turn gabbed the other, who was now hanging over a 50 foot drop. That is when I realised that the rotor blades of the crashed helicopter where slowly being pushed towards us by the debris. I tried hard to pull the other two up, but they were too heavy. Then just like in the prophecy the man I was holding was decapitated and the man he was holding fell to his death.

I knew now that I was the last one, and that I needed to get out of this place, I was pretty frantic. I ran outside looking for a way to escape, but the first way I went was blocked by a road block. I ran a different way, but it was a dead end, then another dead end. Then I decided that those guys at the road block could go F themselves. So I run back and pushed my way through. They shouted after me to stop, and that I couldn't go that way but I ignored them and kept running. But the further I got the harder it became, the air became thick like I was running through treacle and I could hardly move forward at all. I got the feeling that something really didn't want me to go this way. Just then I saw a door that seemed familiar, so I went inside.

As I stepped inside I realized I was standing in the hallway of my old nursery school, which had been run by a woman called Rosemary. There was a young woman there who I figured was a teacher. I tried to explain who I was, but she just put her finger to her lips and told me softly "Shhh Rosemary is dieing" she opened a door and beckoned me to look inside. There was Rosemary, very old and frail, on a hospital bed, with lots of people standing around her. They started to wheel her out of the room into the hall. As she passed me she grabbed my sleeve, and she said "You... You're going to die too", I told her "I know, but I don't know how? how does it happen? how do I die?". And she looks at me and says: "It happens...



As soon as I heard the words the dream began to fade, I couldn't help it. I have to say I wasn't sure what to expect. I kept my eyes closed for about 20 seconds, but everything was silent. I think I might have had a slight smirk on my face at the cleverness of it all. I tossed back the covers quickly and looked around, but it was just my room as it always was, the sun was already up. Then somewhat relieved, I burst out laughing.

Last night I dreamed I was in a house beset by vampires. I remember my mom driving up, but being stupid, so she got nommed. I don't...remember getting offed, but I do remember me and some other guy were then vamps. We were tasked with destroying the original 6 or so vampires. We both had unique powers, He could move really fast or kind of bless something to bestow that gift on someone holding the item. I remember I was able to fly...or jump really really high. I also had this scythe with a super caustic blade on it. We went after this crazy guy attacking old folks, and I remember him touching it and getting burned quite a bit. Think that about sums it up.

My dreams are frequently vivid and out there. None of my friends share these kinds of experiences. Wish I knew what that meant.

It means your friends are boring.

 Easy E wrote:
It means your friends are boring.

I've thought along the same lines but I didn't want to risk sounding pretentious.

They're really really boring though in real life. Good for a certain things (one does the redneck party goer stereotype, the other is the antisocial nerd, stuff like that) but not much imagination beyond that.

Wake up in middle of the night- masked man stabs me- wake up disleveled , another masked man stabs me- And it goes on like layers of an onion.

Last night was boring.

I left my house to go to work, but the rear tires on my car had been stolen and replaced with spare tires. For some reason I was driving an AMC Gremlin.



One other interesting point, the entire dream seems to have been shot in shaky cam.

don't play Dead Space before bed! I dreamed I was stabbed. In the throat. I woke up because I had stopped breathing. My throat hurt the rest of the day. My dreams suck.

Most recent dream I remember I was driving an old mustang and I couldn't get the headlights to work. But it was day time... that was weird.

Another one I had I was in an old industrial building that was abandoned. Walked along this wide metal gantry and went into a locker room and found some guns, and picked them up. Can't remember exactly what they were. Went back out onto the gantry and saw a load of aliens (like in the movies) coming towards me down the walls opposite. Started shooting them and saw some of the aliens had really bloated heads and bodies, and when I shot them they exploded really messily and I think I got showered in molecular acid.

 Mr Nobody wrote:
don't play Dead Space before bed! I dreamed I was stabbed. In the throat. I woke up because I had stopped breathing. My throat hurt the rest of the day. My dreams suck.

I've had a few dreams where my neck gets attacked. One was, funnily enough, dead space themed. I don't remember much of it, but there was a lurker that jumped off the wall and started biting my neck :\

I dreamed that I was visiting Australia, but I had to stay with some guy who never wore a shirt and lived in a lean-to surrounded by electrified barbed wire. He kept the wire up because mutagens had leaked into the groundwater and made these hideous kangaroo creatures with long legs and creepy talon hands that tried to climb over the fence every night. It was like that horrible Night of the Lepus movie, but with kangaroos that were way scarier and more deformed.

Avatar 720 wrote:Had sex.


Also had one where an old school friend told me that if I gave Purplefood a meat pie then he'd give me a song in return, and that his songs are really good.

It's true, his songs are really good, and he'd probably give you one for a meat pie.

Anyways, I rarely remember my dreams, but a few days back I had one- basically, me and an old friend were talking about whether or not we were going to go camping with this group of people, but by the time we'd decided to go, it had already been going on for a few hours (no idea how making that decision took so long, but hey, it's a dream). We decided to haul ass over there anyway, running because we couldn't be bothered waiting for the night bus (it was pitch black outside), and my friend tripped trying to jump a fence, and decided to run back to get a plaster, telling me he'd meet me there.
I then got at the campsite in some woods just in time to see them leaving in a coach (it had gotten to morning by this time), and then my crush ran through some trees yelling that they'd left her behind because she'd gone back to look for her book. I said I'd help her look for it, then by the time we found it, it was night again. The now-gone group had taken her gear with her and it was freezing outside, so we just snuggled together in my sleeping bag for warmth, at which point I woke up.
Never did find out what happened to my friend who went to get the plaster...

Now, I said it was rare for me to remember my dreams, but I barely ever remember them that vividly- this is maybe the first one in three years that I remember that clearly. Odd.

I haven't had a dream that I can remember in a very long time. I used to have them every other day.

I have found that I sleep a lot less than I used to; if left to my own devices I could happily sleep for 12+ hours, I managed 15 once. now I can't manage more than 6, maybe 7. I wouldn't be suprised if the two were connected.

My dreams were almost always from a third person viewpoint, they were very much like watching a film (although I was never actually in 'shot').

Same dream two nights running now...

I've parked my car in some random road on the edge of a city on the coast and I can't find it. I'm also being followed by people who want to mug me and steal my car.
This isn't a problem as I've no idea where it is anyway.
I also can't find anywhere to have a smoke.

Its just a really annoying dream...

I dreamed that I woke up for work and started getting ready as usual. I realized it was a dream when i took a close look at the toothpaste container and couldn't read any of the writing.

I woke up just in time to actually get ready for work.

 Easy E wrote:
I dreamed that I woke up for work and started getting ready as usual. I realized it was a dream when i took a close look at the toothpaste container and couldn't read any of the writing.

I woke up just in time to actually get ready for work.

Thats one of the most dangerous dreams you can have. You think you're getting ready and you aren't. Just be glad you didn't go to the toilet.

I had a dream last night that I was playing college football against Nelson Mandela

Did you win?

Scored the only touchdown in the game, on a first and goal

I dreamed that I had to organize parking cars for a funeral. However, their were limited spots at the cemetary so I had to keep reshuffling. My final car was a jacked up "redneck" truck full of suit and cocktail dress clad party-goers.

I have had a similar dream before, but it involved parking cars at a campground.

I don't often dream so this was a little bizarre for me.

I was Mel Gibson, and for some reason I decided to go get ordained as a minister and sent to preach at some kid's camp. So here I am in front of these kids preaching (I'm not religious) with some bushes behind me, and out of the bushes there are some stereotypical evil eye shining out from the darkness. Turns out it's aliens in the bushes who keep tugging on my stole as I'm trying to preach, and for some reason the kids are getting the wrong message and think the aliens are gods.

I'll never understand my subconscious

Last night's was really stupid and I only remember a small glimpse of it.

I went to pick-up my laptop bag for work, and the strap was broken.

That was the whole dream.

 Easy E wrote:
Last night's was really stupid and I only remember a small glimpse of it.

I went to pick-up my laptop bag for work, and the strap was broken.

That was the whole dream.

*wipes tear from eye*
truly beautiful...

I keep dreaming my teeth are falling out. I think my minds trying to tell me something about my dental hygiene.

I had a dream that I was way back in high school, in either 9th or 10th grade, and my class took a field trip to London. We got there on this yellow submarine that was actually driven by all four of the beatles . So then when we got there, all these kids in my class kept going to this one weird bar, and when they would come out of the bar they were wearing hippy classes and long hair and talking in British accents. One after another, almost the whole class got turned into these British hippies. So when it was time to go, they didn't want us to leave, and started following me and my friends. Then we ran out on this dock by the edge of the ocean, getting chased by the hippies, where these balloons were. To give us time, this fat kid jumped in front of us with a machine gun and started shooting the hippies. So me, my friend, and my old girlfriend grabbed onto the balloons and floated away. Then there was this metal shark in the water like from James and the giant peach, and my friend said we had to lighten the load, so he pushed the girl off of the balloons and the shark ate her. I was then really mad, so I strangled my friend, and was left all alone. I drifted back to america and landed on one of the spikes of the statue of liberty. I sat there for a long time and then woke up.

Most vivid and messed up dream I've ever had.

 Easy E wrote:
Last night's was really stupid and I only remember a small glimpse of it.

I went to pick-up my laptop bag for work, and the strap was broken.

That was the whole dream.

What does it MEEEAAAAAANNNNN???

Last night I dreamed I was par tof a government training class to learn how to spy on people via electronic devices. I was suppose to do some mumbo-jumbo on the phone to tap it, but instead I accidnetally called the terrorist as my training number was a live number.

Of course the instructor went all crazy about it. Then, the terrorist subject turned up and asked if everyhtign was all right. I told him everything was fine and I was sorry to bother him. He then offered to help me tap his phone, but the instructor kicked him out.

For some reason I got all mad and in a huff and left the classroom. I woke up really angry for a second before I realized what a stupid dream I was having.

So I had a really awesome/impressive dream last night, it was really weird. It followed me even though I woke up a few times over the course of the night, and a lot of it was in Japanese... like better Japanese then I know how to consciously speak. I was directing some sort of movie and a lot of it was interactions with the actors and staff outside of work. I was dating the lead actress and we'd occasionally invite one or two of the other actresses we both found cute on set home for a tryst. Some world travel, lead actress (forgetting the name now, the deep details were there, everyone had a name but they're fading quick... wait! Lead actress was Itsuko.) wanted to get married, I wasn't sure about that... last scene was a fade out on me walking to meet her with an engagement ring in my pocket.


feth. Can I go live that instead?

My last dream - I had things under my skin. I peeled the skin off my face and dragged my fingers through beneath to remove them. For some reason it was a boil in the bag pack of veg - I had cauliflower and broccoli florets under my skin. Some chopped carrots too.
Luckily, it didn't hurt too much as when I dug deeper, I discovered my face was metal.
I put my skin back on and it had the texture of a tortilla.
I was not happy.

I went into a sweet thrift store and they had heaps and heaps of minaitures for all different games and systesm. I started tha gatehr stuff for various projects, but became frustrated as I discovered that none of the sets were complete and missing vital parts that made them unusable.

I dreamt one of the people I'd recommended The Sandman to actually read it.

I had multiple dreams last night that all revolved around blizzards. The weather and not the delicious Dairy Queen treat!

I had a fun dream last night where I was at my kid's school with my wife and daughter when we attacked by a horde of zombie children. I was armed with a pick-axe.

I distinctly remember swingign the pick-axe like a club and shattering through one zombie kids head, and burying it into the head of one next to it. I also have a vivid memory of using the pick-axe to trip up one of hte shambling zombies and then swung it over hand into its face. Bloody.

However, it didn;t get wierd until a zombie baby tried to attack me. It lunged at me from over a desk and literally flew at my throat. I caught it in mid-air and wrestled with it like a bad Chris Farley comedy routine. It licked my face befor eI managed to get a hold of it.

I looked up at my ife as the zombie baby was squirming in my hands. Then I crushed the baby's head like an egg shell.

We then fled the scene and I woke up. I woke up wondering if a zombie licking you could cause you to become a zombie?

I recently had a dream where I was a xenomorph in an aliens movie. It was awesome but weird.

This time i was at a gaming convention. There were a bunch of display tables playing various games. I identified Droppzone Commander, Dystopian Wars, X-wing, and Aeronautica Imperialis. However there were many others.

The plac was crowded, but I managed to get to the Demo table for Dystopian Wars. I got to try playing as the Ottoman Empire. I rolled some dice and moved some models.

I woke up. The wierd thig was that I had never played Dystopian Wars before.

Had another one last night but I cant remember it all. Just walking along a woodland bower path, with 2 other people. Oh and my armour, finished and im wearing it at one point.

Remebered a bit of my above posts dream.
I was fighting, my Bastard sword (once again, complete) was in my hands and I was involved in a fierce melee, I was fighting not for my life but to protect some people-my other 2 companions I think.


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I was also in my armour at this point (obviously)

I was helping a toddler who had gotten lost on the side of a rocky hill/cliff. I carried her down to a rocky ledge, and her Mom was waiting on the edge of a cliff on the other side. Their was an optical illusion (like in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade) that made it look like the two ledges were connected.

I put the lettle girl down and told her to wait for me while I looked for a way to get down. I started probing the around the edge of the rocks, and was off balance. The little girl saw her Mom, and decided to run across the "bridge".

I looked up in time to see the Mom catch the collar of the little girl as she was falling into the gorge. The little girl was crying, and the Mom was screaming for help. I started to get up, but the little girl slipped from her Mom's hand and fell 25 feet or so onto the jagged rocks below.

The Mom looked at me, and the look of horror, shock, and confusion on her face was heart breaking.

I woke up pretty fast after that.

Night before last night was just weird.

I slept extremely fitfully and woke up several times. The dreams I remember were extremely odd. The first was a speech by Jesse Jackson on the radio or something, I was driving some where, he was talking about the denial of liberty making people shadows of themselves, and how we should honor our great shadows (implication the original civil rights movement, Dr. King, etc) and continue to strive for liberty, as he started into a pro-gun portion of the speech (dreams are weird places) I pulled into a drive way then rolled back out backwards under no power I heard a bump from hitting a parked car, tried to turn and then the car started to spin, I woke up with my personal sense of orientation completely gone and paralyzed. I saw a figure of some kind... remember how they showed the predator in those movies? Kinda like that, a stealth system or invisibility cloak. I tried to resist and failed. Abruptly the pressure released leaving my paranoid and terrified in my bedroom.

The second dream I don't remember much of except that it was pleasant. However it ended up with me waking up paralyzed with the return of our mysterious cloaked individual, I struggled again I managed to fight back... it was like moving through honey, and grab the individual, attacking the head and neck, but mostly just going for a strong grab as that was the most motion I could do. Then I woke up again.

I don't remember the third dream, but paralysis didn't return

Sounds like Art Bell's famous Shadow People to me KM!

Also, I dreamed about a Ghostbuster themed restaruant. I don;t recall the details, but I remember being hesitant when my wife ordered the Slimer Surprise.

I had a really wierd autur like movie dream last night that involved a ton of surreal images, a sketchy plot, sexuality (but not sex), bloody violence, strange WTF moments (like a middle age guy with a clostomy bag and diaper, dancing around with a teen emo girl), and a murder plot that was a mix of Twin Peaks and the Thing.

I wish I could remember it more clearly and describe it because it really was David Lynchian and awesome!

I haven't had any interesting dreams in a long time. However, I had a memorable one last night.

In the dream, Abraham Lincoln came into my general store (which I don't own in real life) and started talking to me in a down home and folksy way.

It was a nice conversation, but I don't recall any of it.

I dreamed Louis CK was sitting on my mom's face.

 Cheesecat wrote:
I dreamed Louis CK was sitting on my mom's face.

Kinky.


I dreamed that I was chained to another man and then thrown off a boat. We both started to sink, but I knew we could stay afloat if we swam together. That's when he looked me in the eyes and inhaled water, then drowned and sank, pulling me down.

Well both were fully clothed so I have no idea if it was still sexual or not.