I have the weirdest dreams. - General

I have the weirdest dreams. Why? 'Cause they're dreams. A few of them: In one, I can simply breathe underwater; it doesn't matter WHERE I am, since it's always different. What's weird about this is that I'm not actually breathing underwater. It's like there's an exception. Like I'm simply breathing in "extra air" or something. In another, I'm viewing...something from 2.5D simply walking past a bunch of flags in a row. The sky is black. Then, suddenly, I'm curled up in some machine or whatever. For some reason, I'm completely TERRIFIED after I wake up. In another, I'm circling a tiger in a pit. Then I wake up. I have these...more than once, I guess.

I get dreams that even H.P Lovecraft would find screwed up. For example in one of them i was in some sort of autopsy room and there was a corpse of a woman in there and the upper part of the skull was removed so i could see the brain and i proceeded to devour it and somehow i started growing extremities out of my own skull that proceeded to do the same thing that was done to the woman. (Removing the top of my skull and somehow absorbing the brain)

I had a dream earlier I was attending a college level gym class with a bunch of tits from my old high school and we were watching a black & white play and I left when he told us to line up and I got in my car and the brakes weren't working and I couldn't slow down so I ran over various things in an attempt to slow down and then I drove onto the roof (???) of a convenience store and somehow teleported back home but left my car there and I was worried that they'd get my license plate number and sue my ass then I woke up and I had 15 minutes to get to work

I had a dream where a homeless dude was asking me for change, and I said "No, dude, I just got off the train." and he replied "Then what's in your pocket?" I checked my pocket and I had like a million quarters, and I figured I must've had them for a reason so I told the hobo it's not for him. All of a sudden he whistled, and about a thousand more ninja hobos appeared and surrounded me, wanted changed. I then engaged in the longest, most brutal fight of my life, punching and kicking and beating the shit out of hobos for wanted my quarters. My knuckles were bloody and on fire, and I kept swinging. I think I saw "Marley and Me" before I went to sleep that night, too. Then, the next day, I was coming home from class, and a homeless man asked me for change. Needless to say, I was extremely suspicious, and had one hand as a fist as I told him I had none. He then walked off. Pretty weird.

Never screw with ninja hobos.

Everyone has weird dreams, you're not special. Yours weren't even as weird as most dreams get.

[QUOTE=geel9;18040434]I have the weirdest dreams. Why? 'Cause they're dreams.[/QUOTE] no kidding

I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.

I had a dream where I was being chased by my daycare person, she was like flying and I was running on the side walk. And I was like 6

Allow me to quote a dream I had some time ago. [quote]I had a dream just then, a dream I couldn't possibly forget. It was in the 1930s-40s I imagine as everything looked like it did during WW2. (Bear in mind I have never played COD so I don't relate the two). The dream started as I was on one of those large helicopters full of fellow soldiers. As the helicoptor was taking off my girlfriend (The love of my life, in my dream) was waving me off. I began to shout down out of ther helicopter to her "SARAH I LOVE YOU" Thoughts were racing through my mind. What was I going to war to? Regret and sorrow filled my head and overwhelmed me. Tears came down from my eyes as the girl I planned on marrying on my return was shrinking in the distance below me, through the dark gray smokey fog she was gone. I began to cry. I then regain consciousness and I'm on the ground, I see that I am a sniper, with a pretty basic rifle. Where am I? I'm not sure, it looks somewhere like Vietnam, but I'm not against the Vietcong...Maybe this is just the landing and we've ran into some people who don't want us here. An easy situation to deal with. No matter what, though...I needed to survive, but I wouldn't quit to do so. (I was unaware of what country I was fighting for, it doesn't matter). Surrounded by trees and stacks of sandbags...I ran into a "building". Looking through my window I shot a few people, but it looked like it would take more than one bullet to put them on the ground...Why? They looked just like other people, I think. I couldn't see their faces, even through my scope...was really foggy, remember? Their silhouettes remained human. (The emotional part) Time passed on and the battle was won without too many friendly casualties. We were in a room without a roof and 2 corners on the same (length) side were missing. Vegetation had began to grow through and around it. Shelves in the centre of the room were creating a four parallel rows. A fire was shot. The fog was no longer over us, either we had moved on or it had dissipated. Which ever method the fog chose to leave us, I would soon be in close-engagement with my enemy. Bullets were flying all over the room. A figure ran at me, without a gun. I shot it (About four times in the torso) before it fell to the floor. I managed to gather whatever little time I had to quickly examine the body. It had no eyes, no ears and no mouth. (Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil [as the saying goes]). Whatever it was, it wasn't human. I stayed in close quarters with my brothers and sisters (Women were also fighting). I had obviously come to the conclusion by now that I was in a zombie outbreak, and I'm first response, sent to control, contain and destroy them. Running around the corriors of this room I ran into some family friends of my parents. What they were doing there, I had no idea. I didn't have time to talk. What could I do? Tell them to come with us? It was too dangerous, they were unarmed. I had to tell them to wait there while we cleared the room, so I did. I eradicated every non-human I could see, assuming that if they came into contact with us, we ourselves would become 'infected'. The war had gotten to my head, there was no doubt about it. I was a killing machine. I approached a cupboard kind of furniture which had no doors to it. Inside, was a baby. A little baby, it was dirty. Very dirty. It was infected, there was no doubt about it. There was no way that it could still be alive during all of this fucking mess. While it was still in the cupboard, I didn't look at it's face, I slammed its head against the side of the cupboard. Repeatedly, again, again and again...It then dawned on me. Like a tonne of bricks. What if the baby wasn't infected? What if the baby was put in there to hide while the mother fought to protect it, and fell to become one of them? Flashbacks ran through my mind, the day afternoon that I left Sarah...what I vowed to do...I had become a monster. Who was the better person? Me...or them...? I couldn't stop what I was doing...what good would it do? It would just be brain-damaged and in pain. Tears emerged from my eyes, like a waterfall. Thoughts raced through my mind, I should've given it to the family I saw before, I left them there,too! What has this war done to me? I thought. I needed out. I made sure the baby, infected or not was no longer moving. I hated this person I had become in order to just survive for my own selfish reasons. I had become a monster. I picked up the automatic-shotgun of a fallen soldier and moved to the next room (desperate to get through this and end it) where a female soldier was there looking up the stairs with an automatic-rifle aiming at the doorway (The door was gone, it was just a frame). I longed to be home. Filled with regrets, I wiped the tears from my eye and pulled out one last batch of courage. "It's up there" she said. I looked up and one of them poked it's white head into the doorway, but as I shot, it moved it's head back around the corner. I woke up... [/quote]

Maybe they all mean something

when i was a kid i had a dream chucky ( child's play ) molested me in the butts

I had a crazy ass dream that didn't make a bit of sense. I was in some kind of jungle, with a small town area, it was weird. It was all advanced in the jungle. So anyways, and it's a ghost town, and I'm running from something or someone, and I keep going between first and third person views of running through the jungle. I then find a fresh-water lake/river. I go to the edge where the water was, and I see an alligator on like a huge leaf thing, so I look to my left as a detour, and I see two alligators on a huge leaf floating. So I'm like "fuck" and I try to avoid the alligator while heading to some kind of square ship. I get half-way and there's this huge floating box from the ship carrying two T-Rex heads coming my way, and they were alive. I saw in third person me get on it, then realize they were alive and swam back to shore. Once I got to shore there were 2 T-rex's chasing me while the 2 heads were still in the water. And then I woke up. I was like "lol wut". Crazy dreams I tell ya.

I can't remember my dreams. But my mom can. And oh boy are they fun. Once, she dreamed she was out walking the dog. She sees a pink baby elephant on the way. She looks up, and lo and behold it's the pink mother elephant that is flying, Dumbo style, down to her baby.

I haven't had a dream for about 3 years. I miss being able to fly and fucking every girl I see :(

I had a dream that I was browsing the Hot Girls thread and my dad caught me.

I always dream awesome stuff. Like me knowing Kung Fu and kicking the shit out of bad guys n' stuff.

Also had a dream where I was being attacked by a huge dog and I was paralyzed and it ate me and then I woke up.

Everyone has weird dreams, you're not special.

[QUOTE=Dlaor;18041016]I had a dream that I was browsing the Hot Girls thread and my dad caught me.[/QUOTE] Related [img]http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/6462/75708040.png[/img]

In my latest dream I was reading a comic book which got more and more terrifying after each page. As I flipped to the last page, I woke up, too scared to move an inch. I remember something having long hair, no eyes and dead blue skin coming after me, with hands that looked like they broke their bones with every movement. Luckily I fell asleep after some time.

You think yours are weird? I had a dream where I was at a motor rally, like a WRC tournament thing in the desert and I saw a rally car in slow mo flip off the track and crush a load of people, but it was all in slow motion and I saw everyone get crushed, kids and famlies and all. Creepiest fucking thing ever. Also walking through a enver ending park full of corpses and limbs of a variety of different animals including humans, never been so scared in my entire life.

I had a dream last night where I was able to turn invisible, then, when I was invisible, I randomly fingered a hot girl :pervert: and I could feel everything :q:

Last night i got shot in the head at burger king, stood back up, and punched the guys face so hard his facial features (eyes mouth nose) shot off in all directions and he fell, i then proceeded to order my usual 4 Jr. Whoppers and a large Coke. brb bk.

Don't you hate those dreams where you're dreaming you're awake, laying in bed, trying to fall asleep, and then something really fucked up happens? For example, when I was around 10 my parents left me home alone just once to go somewhere, and I conked out. In my dream I woke up and they were home and then I went and laid back down. Then I really woke up, got up, and found no one in my house and no sign that they had been there.

[QUOTE=Ultralast;18041320]Don't you hate those dreams where you're dreaming you're awake, laying in bed, trying to fall asleep, and then something really fucked up happens? For example, when I was around 10 my parents left me home alone just once to go somewhere, and I conked out. In my dream I woke up and they were home and then I went and laid back down. Then I really woke up, got up, and found no one in my house and no sign that they had been there.[/QUOTE] ya, fuck those dreams dude, you can wake up out of it if you can realise it. I can get out of my nightmares sometimes but it freaks me the fuck out even more than just staying in the dream, as soon as i leave the dream i wake up but im still seeing the dream for a couple seconds, then it goes gray and all i can hear is a very very high pitched noise in my ears and i start to see things again in my bed sitting up in the dark. It scares the hell out of me each time but it can be worth it with some of the nightmares i've had.

It was the 1800s, somewhere in England, and I was there (I'm rarely ever in my own dreams) in some random town and there was a group of people wanting to go another town some miles away, only to get they had to cross some dangerous land. They all boarded the train and I sneaked into the back. But the driver refused to drive the train across the dangerous land, so I went "fuck it, I'll drive this bitch!" and ran down to the train engine - which for some reason was now a pick-up a truck. I hopped in the driver seat, next to me was a mother and her baby and next to her was Shakespeare. "Whatever" I thought, "lets go!" and slammed on the accelerator and flew out of the station. As we left the town the pick-up truck was now suddenly a horse and carriage "Eh, that's cool too" I thought and kept going. But then as we entered the dangerous lands suddenly up ahead the French army appeared, thousands of blue-uniformed musket wielding Frenchies. Oh, and I was now on a bicycle for some reason. I swerved and decided to head for some hills, when the French army parted and down the middle came a battalion of bicycle riding French soldiers, all screaming "Arriba arriba!", which I thought was odd because wasn't that what Mexicans shouted. Must be Mexican mercenaries working for the French I thought. I pedalled as fast as I could, while the crazed French/Mexican bikers were hot on my tail. And slammed through a chain-link fence and was suddenly in Legoland, weaving on my bicycle in-between people while my pursuers just plowed through everything. Then up ahead a towering monstrosity of plastic appeared - a scale model of the Al Burj tower, while only a model was still the height of a house. I tried to stop but kept going and slammed into the tower, sending plastic flying in all directions and me crashing to the floor. A French/Mexican biker jumped off his bike and ran to me, upholstering his sidearm and thrusting it against my forehead. Then I suddenly woke as he fired, still with a ringing in my ear. I can't tell if this dream was weird or awesome.

I had a dream where I was a Stalker, and I had a bloodsucker buddy and we were going around the loner village scaring people, then I tried to jump over a fence and I cracked my neck, I was paralyzed staring face up, while the bloodsucker walked away laughing. I then proceeded to stare at the sky for god knows how long until I woke up.

My last nights dream was I bought the Saw game from the store and then black vans started following me on my bike ride home so I hid in the woods while helicopters flew over then I went in a flying submarine and played Saw

I had a dream where I sat down for dinner and I was finding it difficult to concentrate on eating, my dad says "Are you high?" I said "Hahaha nawww..." even though I was (in my dream) but my Dad didn't believe me and pulled some of my hair out and ate it. "Doesn't taste like it... well astleast you're not doing lsd" I fake laugh awkwardly then wake up.