• What did you dream about last night?
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So I was in some freeway thing place, and there was too much traffic, so I had to get out and run with some random group of people. At the end of the freeway there was some weird building where all of the runners went. I was bored, so I went back to my car, but it had turned into a spaceship. After flying around all fast and shit, it overheated. I turned the car invisible, to avoid embarrassment. Then, I looked under the hood and it was the battery. I went to some grassy area with the battery, and opened it up. It had peanut butter and jelly boiling inside. I scooped out the stuff, and then made a sammich. My spaceship car instantly cooled off. I left the sammich on the ground, because I had to do this process secretly, or they would know I had a spaceship. For some reason, my friend came along, and ate the sammich. Then I woke up. :v:
I dreamed I was at a theater talking to a stranger about building burning hand held lasers
i dreamed i took a shitton of ambien and tried to molest some young girls woke up wanting to kill myself still considering it
So I had this super vivid dream where I was in Team Fortress 2, playing Demoman. There's, like, this huge montage surrounding me, of me firing grenades and watching them miss, my sticky traps not detonating, and Scouts killing me. In the middle of all this, I hear a sudden revelation, crystal clear in my own voice. [i]"Demoman is too clunky - the arc and travel time of his grenades and the delay of his sticky bombs are not precise enough. I must instead play as Heavy."[/i] So then I'm a Heavy, and I see myself mowing down a roomful of Scouts. I stop by a dispenser to eat a Sandvich, and five enemy Scouts approach me as I do so. The front one hits me with his bat once and begins spamming voice commands. I finish my Sandvich, and engage them all with my fists, sending them all flying across the room. Then I wake up. I haven't played Team Fortress 2 at all for [i]three fucking years.[/i]
[quote]A Sherlock episode begins in my house or the one next to mine. A shooter runs into the house amidst a hail of police gunfire, then after some time an innocent black woman emerges and is shot to pieces, from dramatic camera view, and the episode begins. I tell Mom about this and she's horrified. I think about a movie I am seeing or saw, which was recommended to me by the Harper lobby. I think about how I'd be happy to thank whoever suggested it to me. Then I think about Alien and how [I]guy[/I] said it was the scariest movie ever at release, and how his parents saw it and vowed never to go into space. Now I feel a turd in my asshole, and sit down at the brown wooden toilet seat in front of my dorm desk. The poop immediately comes out, and I begin to urinate a horrible, forked stream of brown piss into my desk drawer. I attribute the brown color to four Vitamin B supplements I took earlier. Then I wonder if the desk bottom is waterproof – indeed I can see the floor through it.[/quote]
I had a dream that i got a job handing out hot dogs at a movie theater and i ended up for whatever reason wandering around some random town handing out hot dogs and my best friends parents (read: My best friend was there, two random people claimed to be his parents) were like, super awesome and supportive towards me and then i woke up.
I had a dream last night based on a conversation I had with my friend the night before. His girlfriend wanted to hang out with him but his other friends also wanted to hang out with him so I told him he should drive into the desert until he runs out of fuel. So in this dream the same thing happens but instead of driving into the desert he and I join a Mars space program and end up on Mars. We were living in a large dome structure made of glass with buildings that looked like halls which were community areas where the people in the colony met up during the day to keep themselves sane. There were doors at the back of these halls which led to sleeping areas. Near the doors for each building had a warning sign that read "Remember to keep your suit ready in case of emergency", in case the dome cracked or something, we were wearing normal clothes because inside the dome it was safe but outside on the surface you needed a suit. The dome had a projection on it that made the outside look like Earth, with a blue sky and grassy fields with trees, but I wanted to see Mars. I asked a woman to turn off the projection and she didn't like that (the people who have been living there had been living there for a while, and they were sick of Mars). She turned it off and outside was a mountainous terrain stretching out onto the red horizon filled with mountains and dirt and nothing else. After getting a space suit I went to explore the surface for a while and it was a lot of fun. Then I got home sick and every one started hating each other and started slowing going crazy. It was a very vivid dream that I won't forget.
[quote]I use the Internet Archive's Wayback Machine to go to my home town some many years in the past. Fascinated by the familiarity of the scene (nonsensical as it all is, and old too), I drive down a neighborhood street looking for “Dale Drive”, and see the Loch Ness Society, devoted to Nessie. Someone drives up to this building and gets out; I go on my way. The simulation, or however you'd call it, has somehow been combined with Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas. At some point I am forced to awaken from this dream, at which point I furiously ask people (Tim?) if there was a Dale Drive in San Andreas (in this dream, there was a Dale County north of Los Santos – but perhaps not a drive). Was the dream lucid? Was there lucidity at any point? Now I'm in a Burger King or a restaurant like it, possibly soon after awakening from the previous dream. There are several black youths around me; we see a rival restaurant leave an ominous-looking package from a convoy of bass-blasting cars, and nervously go to retrieve it. We'd recently sent them a similar package. Briefly focus on the life of one male youth, whose parents were killed in a car crash. Now I'm walking with a girl to find a place to hitchhike back to university. We approach the major on-ramp and walk up the one end: it takes the shape of a twisting tube like one might find in a McDonalds' child's play area. I climb to the top of the tube, on the inside (there are bars or similar) when we realize (“That way!” she says) that we need to go on the opposite ramp. My friend sets on her way down and I realize cars might come, and I say I'll keep watch – right then a volley of cars shoots around a sharp curve in the tunnel and hits her. She flies down the tunnel, lifelessly, it seems. I look up, and focus on holding myself as high as possible within the tunnel, on the bars, as cars fly beneath me. At this point, I take a break to open my laptop and start a wiki on Wikia. I have to fuddle with the screen controls because not only the brightness but contrast is off. I have a button for contrast now oddly, and an odd-looking new button in the bottom left. I resolve the contrast issues and create a wiki possibly about weather. It was a wiki I'd been thinking about making at least since break. Now, I look up and see that my lady friend has awoken, and is now my male suitemate in the dorm. He gives me a thumbs up as he walks toward me.[/quote]
I had a dream I was a sandwich-based luchador and I won a WWE match against my step-dad with an arm-drag. And my cat was the ref.
I was a butterfly listening to my mum's conversation in a park with friends and family. yea..
A nondescript South American war for some reason, I remember going into a village and helped burn it down, I remember shooting a priest too. Then I woke and couldn't believe how weird it was, I went downstairs to make coffee and get ready to go to work when I seen the same village in my back garden on fire, then I really woke up. False awakenings are a bitch.
I dreamed I was kissing a girl and I woke up licking my own teeth.
I had this dream where some weird hurricane/storm was throwing everything around and I was getting pulled but I fired some weird grappling hook spear thing into something and was holding on suspended in the air I have no clue why I'd even dream up such a thing but when I woke up I thought it was the coolest thing
Slash came into my room and drank all my whiskey (I don't have any IRL, just in this dream), said something really jerkish and walked out
First part of the dream I can't remember too well. I was exploring some world or something with a small group. In part I entered this small cement building. There were blue plastic barrels tied together. There was an opening I crawled through. I was in a massive industrial warehouse/factory where they were shipping beer or something. The workers were clearly evil and I went back to where I came from without being seen because I knew I had to deal with this in the future. I eventually did have to sneak through there to defeat the villain or something. Next part of my dream I'm home. There is a ton of snow outside, it is cloudy in an ominous way, and the world looks dead in a way. Some woman is terrorizing me psychologically telling me I was trapped here forever. I knew it was a dream and kept telling my family who was home at the time this. I knew it was a dream due to the situation itself and due to the fact the TV shows I were watching all had the wrong characters. For some reason Friends and Full House were the same show so I knew this was a dream. I tried waking up, but I couldn't. Eventually my extended family is over watching the Giants and 49ers play a game of football. I tell them all that this was all a dream, but they laugh instead. I still can't wake up no matter how much I try. My father turns Breaking Bad on TV. This show is clearly not Breaking Bad. At this point I'm doubting myself. Maybe it isn't a dream and reality is just really shitty. A group of parents in a convertible with the top down come to pick up their kids from a cold beach on a cloudy day in the winter. The adults are all wearing fancy clothing and for some reason all put on a second coat at the same time. It then flashes to them all on a boat having a party, still with cold, cloudy, dark weather. The view is from behind the boat. A shot is heard and someone drops dead. A second shot goes off and I wake up. I was very relieved that it was only a dream.
only thing i can remember from last night is sitting nervously in a room full of criminals and hardcore drug addicts, listening to their fucked up stories and trying not to draw any attention to myself
I dreamed that I was home. God dammit, why did I have to wake up?
Last night's dream: Was watching a film at my grandparent's house that starred Ralph Fiennes as a superhero trying to prevent some baddies causing an oil spill somewhere in the atlantic, with the help of his sidekick who was a Chinese businesswoman. His special ability was to turn into ice (I don't know how that was supposed to help) But the best part? His superhero name for some reason was "Whiskers"
I dreamt that a guy flying a hot air balloon crashed into my house. Then in my dream I made a thread about that on Facepunch
[QUOTE=HazzaHardie;44384472]I dreamt that a guy flying a hot air balloon crashed into my house. Then in my dream I made a thread about that on Facepunch[/QUOTE] Weird, a few months ago I dreamt I was flying in a hot air balloon and crashed into a house. Maybe that guy was me.
I had a pretty fucked up dream last night. Got in a fight with my step-father, and he ended up stabbing my cat for [B]no fucking reason.[/B]
I had a dream where my mom died. :[
[QUOTE=RobbL;44384543]Weird, a few months ago I dreamt I was flying in a hot air balloon and crashed into a house. Maybe that guy was me.[/QUOTE] I should mention though, the house was residence to an Indian family who were sat around the tv watching porn. Does that sound familiar?
Lately, all my dreams have just been normal days with my girlfriend. I think that means I'm happy, right?
I can only remember two separate scenes from whatever I dreamt about last night. In the first, I was looking at myself in a mirror. I had grown my hair out and it became black and "fuller", which somehow made me look like I was Japanese. I felt really uncomfortable and distressed seeing myself this way. In the second scene, I was taking a shower somewhere outside while I was using bubble gum flavored shampoo as mouth wash. I seriously have no idea why these things happened to me.
I think I remember my mom kept on telling me all of my work was worthless. :(
all I remember was that I was having sex with Justin Bieber before his recent fake gangster phase.
I had a somewhat weird dream about finding a pair of red dice that I own in a supermarket. Strangely enough, I wake up and find that same pair of red dice on the desk next to my bed.
I start to have good sex dreams and then some fucking cowboy dude that I keep seeing shows up and kicks the door down and ends my dream god damnit
I had a dream where my house was robbed by midgets. But prior to that I somehow watched them as they plotted and they weren't concealing it very well. Eventually while they were robbing my house I confronted them and they ran away screaming like Gary Coleman does at the hospital on Saturday of Postal 2: Apocalypse Weekend. What the ever mighty fuck?
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