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So here's mine. Had it last night and was inspired to create a thread on it so I may have a record of it.

So in my dream I'm living in some kind of vertical mansion. Instead of 3 huge floors, there are like 6 floors but each one has the square foot of an average american suburban home. Or european home. Not that big is my point.
Now, its vertical because it's basically like this but wayy higher: http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/8223220/2/istockphoto_8223220-elegant-manhattan-townhouses.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.istockphoto.com/stock-photo-8223220-elegant-manhattan-townhouses.php&usg=__5yroYzKyJz1hTP1mabCS1Bxw8a0=&h=380&w=336&sz=104&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=wRnc1XokAh1k9M:&tbnh=162&tbnw=145&ei=HzrXTb3YG4rLgQfS8dxX&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dmanhattan%2Btownhouse%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-USfficial%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D632%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=857&vpy=77&dur=168&hovh=239&hovw=211&tx=146&ty=145&sqi=2&page=1&ndsp=20&ved=1t:429,r:4,s:0

Now, each of the homes are connected to the other 2 next to it. Every floor as 2 doors on separate sides that let you go into other people's houses. Why? I don't know, it's a dream.

So, I'm on the floor beneath the attic, (5th floor) and I'm playing around with my necrons and orks. (I play orks IRL but not crons) There's a catch however: The models are alive.
Think this movie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0122718/ (And for anyone who haven't seen it, watch it now! It's amazing)
Basically their eyes glow and their arms move. So I'm like hey I'm bored. Let me run a skirmish between my own necrons n orks. So I pull out 1.5k necrons and 1.5k armies and have them skirmish. Yes I'm playing 40k by myself in a dream.

Now here's where things get weird. Remember that door that leads to the neighbor's house?
While my orks are fighting my crons, I look at the door and it's open. And around 100,000 points of orks come streaming through. We're talking all kinds of boyz, nobz, bosses, wagons and even stompas. There are so many orks I can't even see the ground as they march into my room. Just waves of orks. So naturally 100,000 points of orks decimate my 1.5k crons and 1.5k orks.
Keep in mind that these models are actually alive so they're moving of their own will and fighting. It's as if I was some god giant that loomed over them, completely ignored.
Apparently, one of my orks (in the midst of the fight) ran away to the neightbor's house and alerted the orks there that there was some "good fightin" going on here.

So, my guys get slaughtered and start dissapearing. I start panicking because apparently there's some GW rule where if a certain amount of models enter a given space, dead models dissapear instead of flipping over or waiting for you to pick them back up. They fade away like ghosts.
Now I'm panicking. I'm thinking, OMFG my models NOOOO! They're alot of money, time and love.
After the great massacre I'm picking up my dudes slowly, shifting through this unknown live ork mobs who are 1" tall swarming around me (though they don't seem to notice me). At this point the doorway is empty and but the entire floor of where my little skirmish was happening has been completely covered by enemy orks.

Just as I'm salvaging what boyz and warriors I got left, 100,000 points of blood angles come streaming in from that same door. I'm talking COUNTLESS tactical marines, assault marines, predators, land raiders and thunderhawks in some giant wave that would put epic 40k art to shame. The orks react and countercharge and there is a great clash.
Now my models ALL begin to disappear very fast as we're clearly over the limit GW set and now I'm sweating balls, realizing that I just lost like $500+ worth of models.

Eventually the fighting stops, casualties everywhere. Wrecked stompas, crashed thunderhawks, bodies everywhere. 2 Guys come through the door and are like "DUDE WTF why is my army in your room?" with a shocked look upon their faces as they glance over the battlefield.
And I'm like "Yeah why the IS there 200,000 points worth of models that don't even belong to me here?
So we begin to shift through the debris picking up whatever unwrecked/ruins models we can, all in great sorrow.
Then I figure, NO WAIT! My models must've teleported somewhere! They can't just disappear.
So I go to the attic and there part of my army is. But standing in front of them is a ton of IG navy officers who's eyes are glowing yellow, staring at me. these 1" models in some kind of white space admiral uniform that look completely realistic and alive are staring at me with glowing yellow eyes.

At this point I wake up frustrated and angry. I'm like omg I can't believe I just lost my models. It takes me 5 minutes before I realize that was just a dream. Yes, that's how vivid and real it was. It was borderline lucid it was so clear.

I dreamt I was painting an ork.

I then realised he didn't have primer on.

Worst nightmare ever.

*note: This isn't sarcasm.*

Maybe there is such a thing as too much 40k... .

One night stand with Lilith.

Don't ask.

Wow... That's pretty crazy.

My dreams about WH40k usually involve shopping for minis, often at a proper GW store but sometimes at weird places, like a video rental store or a large department store. Sometimes the dreams are about trying to shop for minis, but I just can't find the store. I've had maybe two dozen dreams about shopping for Warhammer 40k minis that I can remember. Sometimes I wake up and it takes a while before I realize I didn't actually buy the miniatures.

Others sometimes involve playing games, including one particular one at a winter resort where there was an Apocalypse game and a bunch of smaller games going on in the basement. And then people started getting murdered. I don't remember how that one ended.

Pouncey wrote:
My dreams about WH40k usually involve shopping for minis, often at a proper GW store but sometimes at weird places, like a video rental store or a large department store. Sometimes the dreams are about trying to shop for minis, but I just can't find the store. I've had maybe two dozen dreams about shopping for Warhammer 40k minis that I can remember. Sometimes I wake up and it takes a while before I realize I didn't actually buy the miniatures.

This, except that in my dreams, any store that carries WH40k products has entire walls of their stores dedicated to the most amazing collection of useful bitz imaginable. For like 99 cents a pop, you can load up on tons of blisters of all sorts of weapons, heads, armor pieces - anything. Even better, each pack comes with multiples. Away from the walls, they've got box sets with tons of awesome models that I've never seen before for every army in production. It's the greatest place ever... except for one thing: Everything is always out of stock. They never have quite what I need; the wall of bitz is always sold out; the stuff in stock is always for armies I don't use, or for game systems other than 40k. I go into this magical dreamland store, only to have it turn into a soul-crushing nightmare of disappointment.

That, or I have no money, or no time to look in the store (aka some other bizarre dream-related goal is more pressing).

When I wake up, I feel the most awful combination of disappointment and relief, since the nightmare stores aren't real, but the real stores don't have the same kind of amazing selection of products.

well I've dreamed that i was robbing GW once. I wonder what gave me that idea and i once dreamed that i came up with a version of warhammer that was alive and fought in real time like the one from OP and they gave me GW for my idea. the guns would fire and every thing and the models would get obliterated by guns and the like depending on what the gun was of course. Real time orders to your men and everything and the coolest thing is that at the end you flick a switch and all your model are pulled inside the specially designed cabinet code named Ambulance where they are fully repaired ready for the next battle.

Well I had one a couple of weeks ago where we were out shopping with some friends who live in England. We come across a GW shop and I want to go in, because it has awesome displays etc. Once inside all I see is lame 40k lego, the stuff you get at $2 shops (childrens plastic wings swords, and so on). Further in the store looks cooler but what looks like codexes are actually colouring in books. It got worse from there and then I thankfully woke up.

Man I was dreaming once that I was a Black Templar fighting aliens with bllod and gore and all...but this is quite strange dream you had...

Making planet fall as a storm trooper in a lander. Lander next door exploded in mid air from AA fire, machine gun fire burst through the walls and killed 3 people on board, pinned down as soon we came out, still didn't know what I was fighting. Orks come charging so we open fire, there is too many and they sweep over us, I pick up a power sword and kill one, before a group of space marines open fire and shredded them. We began to advance and for some reason were fighting Chaos Renegades and a few CSM. Came into a room which was empty, but at the end it suddenly plunged into abosilute darkness. A daemon burst forth from it and started to slaughter everything it could lay its hands on, chaos terminators appear, and I stab my sword into one of the joints in the armour. We take cover behind some pillars and call for reinforcements, more storm troopers cme to our aid from the main battle outside but still not enough. Then my dog started to snore really loudly and woke me up. **sigh**

I saw Crisis Suits, Firewarriors, and Pathfinders got an awesome update in design.

But then I woke up.

And punched the wall.

Then I realised my post didn't have something CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT related until recent edit.