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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.