Ever had a really fucked up dream? A really weird one? A really nice one? I'd love to read all your dreams, so this is a place to post them. It's more about me posting MY dreams so I don't forget them, but let's assume that I really am interested in yours as well.
I had this dream today, and it's the first one in about 2 years that was really long, intricate, and intriguing as the ones I used to often have 2 years ago.
It starts off with some scientist coming into contact with aliens, sort of like the movie "Contact", which I coincidentally was going to watch the night before. Eventually, the whole alien thing is thrown out the window and we're on the road in a car. We reach this place that neither one of us recognizes. We start asking each other what the place could be, and I suggest that it could be Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. We get out of the car, and it's all gray, silent, with not a single soul around. We are on a bridge, surrounded by majestic scenery and breathtaking buildings amidst trees. Everything is still gray and bleak, though. I notice a church, so I tell her that it can't be Saudi Arabia. Then I notice a building that reminded me of the architecture found in Prague, so I suggest that we might be there. Next thing I know, she's running towards an abandoned building. I suddenly feel the urge to get out of the place, which is now what I believe is some abandoned town full of mysterious secrets and history. I notice that she started to see things, as she's chasing nonexistent entities and goals, running up the stairs, rambling on about nonsensical things in a non-coherent manner. Finally, the place is surrounded with police cars, urging us to leave, but in a completely friendly manner. I somehow get to see through my companion's eyes, and it appears to me that the place makes you see things that aren't there, chase things that aren't there, set goals for yourselves that can never be fulfilled, and be haunted by nonexistent entities. As I was pushing her outside of the town into a place of safety, I see through her eyes that she's seeing everyone pointing guns at her, waiting for her to get out of the city doors to shoot her. Then I woke up.
I notice a church, so I tell her that it can't be Saudi Arabia.
This made me lol IRL.
When I was 6 years old and home alone I watched the news. It was about 3 women being murdered in the same area.
One being sliced up in small pieces, one stabbed and the last I can't remember.
Needless to say those images stayed in my head when I slept that night...
I had lots of really F-cked up no sense nightmares when I was young, but now when I'm older I NEVER have nightmares, dreams that make no sense yes, but never anything that frightens me.
Edit: I remember one now that I've had more than once. It's nothing long. It just seemed like a normal school recess.
I was going to the tool shed to fetch a basket ball and suddenly I'm naked... but I hear this dream is common!
My dreams are really weird. I have a lot of recurring ones, just shit that doesn't make sense. And all my dreams are really blurry.
Here's one of recent memory that is actually part of a recurring one. So I'm walking through a mall and everything is in gray with no real contrast, just shades of light gray and dark gray. And I'm walking through the mall and I start walking into random stores that I would never walk into (phone shops, The Gap, shit like that) and I see things that I used to play with in my childhood. So I go through the aisles and I see an entire aisle dedicated to Beyblades. And, without any control, I begin to start ripping open the boxes and a security guard comes up and asks me what I'm doing. I say something that I can't remember. The guard takes a box from my hand and then another guard comes behind me and tackles me. And he tackled me hard, my face hit the ground and there's a tooth on the floor about two feet away, nerve and all, and I notice that I'm not bleeding.
And that's when I woke up.
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I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
This was my most interesting dream, by far. I'm not sure if it really was a dream, actually.
I'm sitting on a chair by a table, with another chair on the opposite side, in what seems to be an interrogation room. Someone comes in and sits on the other chair.
Person: I'm here to give you a job. From now on, you're a life writer.
Me: What does a life writer do?
Person: He writes lives. Once a person is born, he's assigned a life writer, which decides exactly how the person's life is going to be, and writes it down.
Me: What about my life? My family and friends? Can I see them?
Person: You no longer have a life. You are dead. One has to die to become a life writer.
Me: What? I don't want this.
Person: It's not your decision, it was your life writer's. There's nothing you can do. Here's your pen, step through that door and you'll begin your work.
I step through the door into an enormous library, with shelves that don't seem to end. Every book in there is titled "[Name] [Surname]'s Life". I walk for a while and arrive at a huge table, with thousands of people writing. I try to call someone's attention, but they are too concentrated and nobody notices me. I keep walking between shelves until I notice a book titled "Andres Duarte's Life" (my real name). I open it by the middle and start reading. It's a perfect description of my life. I skip to the last sentence. It reads "At this point, Andres dies and becomes a life writer". I grab my pen, cross that sentence out, and write "At this point, Andres wakes up" and I close the book.
I had this dream where I actually shot myself with a revolver..people say you wake up when you're about to die in your dream, but I was pretty much dead..THEN I woke up.
i had a dream where i fell out of a very tall apartment tower. and there was an earthquake. and we all sang songs of the old days. or something like that.
and i had a dream about ironing my pants. even my dreams suck
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Remember the String of Ears
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
My dreams are really weird. I have a lot of recurring ones, just shit that doesn't make sense. And all my dreams are really blurry.
Here's one of recent memory that is actually part of a recurring one. So I'm walking through a mall and everything is in gray with no real contrast, just shades of light gray and dark gray. And I'm walking through the mall and I start walking into random stores that I would never walk into (phone shops, The Gap, shit like that) and I see things that I used to play with in my childhood. So I go through the aisles and I see an entire aisle dedicated to Beyblades. And, without any control, I begin to start ripping open the boxes and a security guard comes up and asks me what I'm doing. I say something that I can't remember. The guard takes a box from my hand and then another guard comes behind me and tackles me. And he tackled me hard, my face hit the ground and there's a tooth on the floor about two feet away, nerve and all, and I notice that I'm not bleeding.
And that's when I woke up.
i'll interpret, dont get mad but i think it means that you get into the beta then you either get killed after you get your key and the game, or some one hacks your account never to be returned, sorry if that was depressing.
Person: I'm here to give you a job. From now on, you're a life writer.
Me: What does a life writer do?
Person: He writes lives. Once a person is born, he's assigned a life writer, which decides exactly how the person's life is going to be, and writes it down.
Me: What about my life? My family and friends? Can I see them?
Person: You no longer have a life. You are dead. One has to die to become a life writer.
Me: What? I don't want this.
Person: It's not your decision, it was your life writer's. There's nothing you can do. Here's your pen, step through that door and you'll begin your work.
sounds like a very good movie called stranger than fiction.
i'll interpret, dont get mad but i think it means that you get into the beta then you either get killed after you get your key and the game, or some one hacks your account never to be returned, sorry if that was depressing.
This was my most interesting dream, by far. I'm not sure if it really was a dream, actually.
I'm sitting on a chair by a table, with another chair on the opposite side, in what seems to be an interrogation room. Someone comes in and sits on the other chair.
Person: I'm here to give you a job. From now on, you're a life writer.
Me: What does a life writer do?
Person: He writes lives. Once a person is born, he's assigned a life writer, which decides exactly how the person's life is going to be, and writes it down.
Me: What about my life? My family and friends? Can I see them?
Person: You no longer have a life. You are dead. One has to die to become a life writer.
Me: What? I don't want this.
Person: It's not your decision, it was your life writer's. There's nothing you can do. Here's your pen, step through that door and you'll begin your work.
I step through the door into an enormous library, with shelves that don't seem to end. Every book in there is titled "[Name] [Surname]'s Life". I walk for a while and arrive at a huge table, with thousands of people writing. I try to call someone's attention, but they are too concentrated and nobody notices me. I keep walking between shelves until I notice a book titled "Andres Duarte's Life" (my real name). I open it by the middle and start reading. It's a perfect description of my life. I skip to the last sentence. It reads "At this point, Andres dies and becomes a life writer". I grab my pen, cross that sentence out, and write "At this point, Andres wakes up" and I close the book.
I'm at my middle school in the courtyard area and the only thing that has changed is that they put a greenhouse thing leading up to the commons area. So I'm walking towards the greenhouse thinking that I'll walk through it to get to the commons, but then I see a man with a pistol running out of the greenhouse. He runs right past me and I keep walking. Suddenly, I'm running towards the commons and, when I get in there, a voice on the intercom systems says that everybody needs to get into a classroom in the 300 hall. I run to the 300 hall and everything along the way is just pure chaos. When I approach the entrance to the 300 hall, I see the man down the middle of the hall with a pistol to some kid's head and a bunch of people are in the hallway, watching. I see a classroom door to my left and I go inside and shut the door. Then I hear the sound of a silenced pistol and a kid to my left says, "That was probably someone that I knew."
Then I wake up.[/spoil]
[spoil]
This is basically a Star Wars dream.
My grandparents signed me up for a space program course or something. I end up in a firefight with Boba Fett in which I end up almost killing him. My grandma calls me and asks me how the course is going. I tell her that it's going good. Then she asks me if I'm ready for my first mission. I tell her that I just did my first mission. She says that that's not possible because I wasn't supposed to be on any missions until Monday. Then she tells me that a chick that I really like is going through the program. Then the conversation continues as I see Boba going up in his ship into that huge alien ship from Independence Day. I suddenly have a rocket launcher and I aim it at his ship but I can't target it. Instead, I target everything around his ship and shoot anyway. I don't hit him (obviously) and big red letters appear in front of me saying.
"Please deposit all weapons and ammunition into the bin below."
Then I wake up.[/spoil]
Edit: Typos
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I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Last night I had a dream I went to a party in my boxers. I didn't notice until I got there. No one else seemed to notice except I was trying to get the person I went with to give me a ride home to get some shorts and they wouldn't. No clue what that means. <_<
I think I actually posted this one somewhere at one point.. Kinda sobby, but it's one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had.
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I'll keep it short-ish. Dreams starts I was driving down a highway with trees on both sides. I suddenly became aware that this had to be a dream, because at that point I didn't have a car. Everything felt so real I was nerves to do anything stupid. I let go of the wheel, and slowly began to float out of the car. At this point I couldn't control myself in flight, I was just drifting like a balloon. I remember everything so vividly, and even thinking while I was in the dream how detailed everything was, and how I was amazed my brain was doing this. Soon after I learned how to control my flight (which happened to be the superman pose..) I flew around this county side landscape for a few minutes, complete with everything from birds, to clouds, so surreal.
This is when the dream takes a turn kind of.. I fly close to the tree tops and see my father walk out of a house, whom has been dead since I was 16. I fly down to him as he leans on his car to have a cig. He didn't look surprised at all to see me, I didn't know what to say. I just gave him a hug and told him I loved him, to which he asked why I was so upset. He didn't seem to know he had died, so I didn't even bring it up. I forget exactly what we talked about, I just remember everything about him being spot on. His clothes, the smell of the cig, the way he talked, I was in tears for most of the conversation.. A few minutes later he said he had to go back inside, and that he'd talk to me later. I felt so much better just to had been able to talk to him, even if it was just my mind's impression of him. So I flew off and soon after woke up.
/Sobby dream.
I've also had some really vivid happy dreams, but they're a lot longer.. Maybe some other time lol.
“We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.” - Albert Einstein
Freakin' amazing how you guys can remember your dreams in such detail. I can only remember like split second images from the whole scene. But anyways, i do still remember that ugly dream i used to have when i was a kid. Being chased by a 100-foot bipedal robotic bull on an endless terrain of wastelands. It went on just like that until i woke up. Just like counting sheep you know, with the only exception that it happened after i fell asleep. And I've posted this before too.
Otherwise i have frequent dreams of going to random places with random pals of mine all the time. I recently had a dream where i drove a giant SUV in reverse, over 200 km/h i guess, across a stretch of buildings and into a wall. And a few seconds later a friend of mine did the same but with my already rubbled SUV switching roles with the the wall this time. Never quite got the point of it. And I can never recognize the places either. But whats the point of sleeping if you have to focus so much even then, eh?
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I had this dream today, and it's the first one in about 2 years that was really long, intricate, and intriguing as the ones I used to often have 2 years ago.
It starts off with some scientist coming into contact with aliens, sort of like the movie "Contact", which I coincidentally was going to watch the night before. Eventually, the whole alien thing is thrown out the window and we're on the road in a car. We reach this place that neither one of us recognizes. We start asking each other what the place could be, and I suggest that it could be Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. We get out of the car, and it's all gray, silent, with not a single soul around. We are on a bridge, surrounded by majestic scenery and breathtaking buildings amidst trees. Everything is still gray and bleak, though. I notice a church, so I tell her that it can't be Saudi Arabia. Then I notice a building that reminded me of the architecture found in Prague, so I suggest that we might be there. Next thing I know, she's running towards an abandoned building. I suddenly feel the urge to get out of the place, which is now what I believe is some abandoned town full of mysterious secrets and history. I notice that she started to see things, as she's chasing nonexistent entities and goals, running up the stairs, rambling on about nonsensical things in a non-coherent manner. Finally, the place is surrounded with police cars, urging us to leave, but in a completely friendly manner. I somehow get to see through my companion's eyes, and it appears to me that the place makes you see things that aren't there, chase things that aren't there, set goals for yourselves that can never be fulfilled, and be haunted by nonexistent entities. As I was pushing her outside of the town into a place of safety, I see through her eyes that she's seeing everyone pointing guns at her, waiting for her to get out of the city doors to shoot her. Then I woke up.
Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
This made me lol IRL.
When I was 6 years old and home alone I watched the news. It was about 3 women being murdered in the same area.
One being sliced up in small pieces, one stabbed and the last I can't remember.
Needless to say those images stayed in my head when I slept that night...
I had lots of really F-cked up no sense nightmares when I was young, but now when I'm older I NEVER have nightmares, dreams that make no sense yes, but never anything that frightens me.
Edit: I remember one now that I've had more than once. It's nothing long. It just seemed like a normal school recess.
I was going to the tool shed to fetch a basket ball and suddenly I'm naked... but I hear this dream is common!
Here's one of recent memory that is actually part of a recurring one. So I'm walking through a mall and everything is in gray with no real contrast, just shades of light gray and dark gray. And I'm walking through the mall and I start walking into random stores that I would never walk into (phone shops, The Gap, shit like that) and I see things that I used to play with in my childhood. So I go through the aisles and I see an entire aisle dedicated to Beyblades. And, without any control, I begin to start ripping open the boxes and a security guard comes up and asks me what I'm doing. I say something that I can't remember. The guard takes a box from my hand and then another guard comes behind me and tackles me. And he tackled me hard, my face hit the ground and there's a tooth on the floor about two feet away, nerve and all, and I notice that I'm not bleeding.
And that's when I woke up.
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
I'm sitting on a chair by a table, with another chair on the opposite side, in what seems to be an interrogation room. Someone comes in and sits on the other chair.
Person: I'm here to give you a job. From now on, you're a life writer.
Me: What does a life writer do?
Person: He writes lives. Once a person is born, he's assigned a life writer, which decides exactly how the person's life is going to be, and writes it down.
Me: What about my life? My family and friends? Can I see them?
Person: You no longer have a life. You are dead. One has to die to become a life writer.
Me: What? I don't want this.
Person: It's not your decision, it was your life writer's. There's nothing you can do. Here's your pen, step through that door and you'll begin your work.
I step through the door into an enormous library, with shelves that don't seem to end. Every book in there is titled "[Name] [Surname]'s Life". I walk for a while and arrive at a huge table, with thousands of people writing. I try to call someone's attention, but they are too concentrated and nobody notices me. I keep walking between shelves until I notice a book titled "Andres Duarte's Life" (my real name). I open it by the middle and start reading. It's a perfect description of my life. I skip to the last sentence. It reads "At this point, Andres dies and becomes a life writer". I grab my pen, cross that sentence out, and write "At this point, Andres wakes up" and I close the book.
That's when I woke up.
Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions
and i had a dream about ironing my pants. even my dreams suck
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
*Edit* And I don't have a car.
i sleep walk sometimes.
"to the worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish."
hahahahaha.
Monk > Wizard > Barbarian > Demon Hunter > Witch Doctor
i'll interpret, dont get mad but i think it means that you get into the beta then you either get killed after you get your key and the game, or some one hacks your account never to be returned, sorry if that was depressing.
sounds like a very good movie called stranger than fiction.
it was fucking A
Shit, gonna have nightmares now.
[spoil]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wWNbu_f2PE[/spoil]
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
Cool beans.
Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions
Here are the resulting dreams.
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I'm at my middle school in the courtyard area and the only thing that has changed is that they put a greenhouse thing leading up to the commons area. So I'm walking towards the greenhouse thinking that I'll walk through it to get to the commons, but then I see a man with a pistol running out of the greenhouse. He runs right past me and I keep walking. Suddenly, I'm running towards the commons and, when I get in there, a voice on the intercom systems says that everybody needs to get into a classroom in the 300 hall. I run to the 300 hall and everything along the way is just pure chaos. When I approach the entrance to the 300 hall, I see the man down the middle of the hall with a pistol to some kid's head and a bunch of people are in the hallway, watching. I see a classroom door to my left and I go inside and shut the door. Then I hear the sound of a silenced pistol and a kid to my left says, "That was probably someone that I knew."
Then I wake up.[/spoil]
[spoil]
This is basically a Star Wars dream.
My grandparents signed me up for a space program course or something. I end up in a firefight with Boba Fett in which I end up almost killing him. My grandma calls me and asks me how the course is going. I tell her that it's going good. Then she asks me if I'm ready for my first mission. I tell her that I just did my first mission. She says that that's not possible because I wasn't supposed to be on any missions until Monday. Then she tells me that a chick that I really like is going through the program. Then the conversation continues as I see Boba going up in his ship into that huge alien ship from Independence Day. I suddenly have a rocket launcher and I aim it at his ship but I can't target it. Instead, I target everything around his ship and shoot anyway. I don't hit him (obviously) and big red letters appear in front of me saying.
"Please deposit all weapons and ammunition into the bin below."
Then I wake up.[/spoil]
Edit: Typos
I hate the way you cling to ignorance and pass it off as innocence
I think I actually posted this one somewhere at one point.. Kinda sobby, but it's one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had.
/Sobby dream.
I've also had some really vivid happy dreams, but they're a lot longer.. Maybe some other time lol.
Otherwise i have frequent dreams of going to random places with random pals of mine all the time. I recently had a dream where i drove a giant SUV in reverse, over 200 km/h i guess, across a stretch of buildings and into a wall. And a few seconds later a friend of mine did the same but with my already rubbled SUV switching roles with the the wall this time. Never quite got the point of it. And I can never recognize the places either. But whats the point of sleeping if you have to focus so much even then, eh?
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface