• What did you dream about last night?
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I was playing GTA San Andreas. I jumped over a fence with very low health, got shot once, and fell. I landed on a car and my kinetic energy exploded the car and the ones around it.
Had my first calea dream. Holy fucking jesus. I wrestled a kid who i used to be friends-enemies with in a weird sort of way, we had a mario-kart style race (i win), then i climb a ladder down inti this HUGE, round swimming pool with this hot bitch and were about to fuck as she pulls a knife on me, i tell her "wait he only wants me dead cause i won" and she says "oh" and then we just fuck so hard and i felt everything, like i was underwater, inside that bitch, then im just swimming in this random lake with my coworkers and suddenly a cop car comes and we book it and for some reason my supervisor has this HUGE bong over his shoulder like a rifle and he just calmly walks through a glowing blue door, then i woke up. The best dream i ever had hands down in my entire life
I can't tell you what I dreamt last night, but yesterday in class I dozed off while everyone was quietly working. I was sitting next to an open window, the breeze was relaxing, and I was having one of those half-awake weird dreams. Anyway, I dreamt that I stepped off a side walk too quick and the slight drop of the curb surprised me. In the real world, I stomped and scared myself and everyone else in the room. it was so embarrassing. I tried to play it off by acting like I was tapping a beat with my foot lol.
I was fucking a girl and then she turned into a cat. It's the most annoying fucking thing. 100% of the time when I'm fucking a girl they just change form. One time they turned into a box of chocolates and I started eating them while still fucking them
I'm going to Turkey next week and I dream that the plane was hijacked by the teachers from my school (It was Malaysian Airlines even though I'm on a Easyjet flight) and then we crashed on an unknown island and I think the rest of my dream was the plot of the first episode of Lost.
Had the most amazing dream not too long ago, first thing I remembered was that we were on a futuristic train with containment rooms on it, me and a bunch of friends was sitting outside the rooms talking. We were fleeing from zombie-like people with black eyes that runs after you. The train stopped in a small village, it was almost night and very dark outside. Completely silent. We went inside one of the houses to look for supplies, I had a gun and walked around, nothing. I looked out of a window next to the road and one of those things was coming towards me. There was a door next to the window, had to barricade it. We ran back to the train, seeing more creatures in the distance. So many vague details I've forgotten sadly. We got on the train at last and set off. Arrived in a populated city and walked around there. Can't remember much more. But god damn it went on and on, really surprised when I woke up. Someone could make a movie of that shit.
I was in Afganistan as a Finnish peacekeeper. We got a message that there was a enemy outpost near us and we had to take our guns and proceed to the enemy outpost. There was a gunbox wich was filled with guns but everyone took one and no one left me one. Then i found my self in a barn with a friend of mine and i was holding a M249. When we saw the enemy outpost we got attacked by nazi soldiers and my friend got killed. There was a soldier behind a wall that i could see through and i sprayed his back full of bullets. Another nazi soldier saw me and i tried to shoot him but the Machineguns trigger got really stiff and couldn't shoot him so i tried to run away but he shot me in the back, and then i woke up. (Should i go see a doctor? I've been seeing dreams where i get shot/killed or are war related)
I had the weirdest dream that I could remember last week, It started in like a Wood mill / Farm with like 1950s American soldiers (I watch a lot of MASH recently) And we went in and captured a bunch of Nazi scientists there who were building a weapon. Everything was fine until some Chinese people showed up and then left and then came back again wearing space suits and showing college diplomas to everyone. Then they start taking over the Mill and the use the Nazi weapon to kill the head Nazi scientist who from where was looking from died in a Charlton Heston type guy arms and big emotional speech . I see this and hide behind a bus shelter that appeared and then it was got dark. I look over the street and see Christopher Lee's as Dracula and the US soldiers from early now looking like 1960s Batman's Joker. Suddenly I become one, I run around with them finding a knife and I open a door to the mill or Farm and Inside is George Lazenby as James bond who shoots me in the kidney area, suddenly my vision goes black for a few seconds and then I woke up in my bed with a sore kidney (Really needed a piss) That was the weirdest dream I have Ever Had.
I had a dream where I was in the future. I was on some planet far away from earth and (for some reason) rented out a room that was connected to a gas station. Don't ask; It felt normal. Anyway, this room was clean and in pristine condition. I walk out of the room for five minutes to get a soda and when I come back, the room was a mess. Food and dirty clothes lying everywhere. And sitting on the couch was my brother with a smug look on his face. "Hey. Mind if I visit for a couple days?" he asks. In conclusion, even when I'm worlds away from the planet earth, my brother somehow manages to find me and annoy me.
I remember the one I had last night in some detail. I'm no writer, so this will probably be badly articulated, but I want to tell this in as much detail as I can recall. [QUOTE] "Board the Human Slingshot, our new ride," A fat man wearing a tuxedo yelled into his megaphone. "We need one more rider on the Human Slingshot!" I saw no line for the ride, so I moseyed over to claim my instant gratification. The operator smiled, pointed at the nearby bar cage on a swing and said, "Sit over on that seat over there." I got on the ride and was greeted with cheers and a pat on the back. "We've been waiting here for an hour now," said a short Indian man. "Call me Joseph. Who are you?" "Mark," I replied, attempting to imitate his voice in volume and confidence. "Well, Mark. We're going to be having the time of our lives on this, won't we?" Before I could answer, the sudden pull of the ride starting abruptly ended our conversation. The cage was alive with the sounds of us screaming and laughing and Joseph shouting, "This is the time of our lives, no?" Among our glee, however, another sound chimed in. Snap. As the cage fell, we all panicked and asked each other what we were going to do to survive. Suddenly, our fall slowed. The only one of us who wasn't panicking, a blonde, bearded, long-haired man had pulled a single ball bearing out of a dish in the middle of the ride. "My lord," he whispered. "When I take a ball out, we slow. If I put it back in, do we plummet?" He places the bearing back into the dish and we begin to fall faster. "Dude, take that out," I told him. "We could actually die here." "Yes," he answered, looking me dead in the eye. "But with all the balls we will land in Norway! Sister will be so happy to hear my voice. She said the ride was bad idea." "She won't hear you if you don't live," Joseph chimed in. "We shall land in Norway!" He splays his body over the dish and fights off any of our attempts to move him. We were all piled on top of him, trying whatever we could to get him to move. None of us had noticed how close to the ground we had become. When we hit the ground, the only noise louder than the crash was the sickening sound of bones breaking. "Stand up, everyone," Joseph said. I finally got myself propped up on my feet and raised myself up. Everyone was already standing except for the Norwegian man, whom we crushed upon landing. We stood now on a crude trail right next to a cluster of six tombstones, three green and three blue. There were clusters like these scattered every ten or so feet, and any space not occupied by the sporadically-placed clusters served as a crudely made trail where the grass was cut and lazily overlayed by sand. "It's as good a place as any," a squeaky-voiced poindexter-looking perma-virgin squawked. "We're gonna fucking die," Joseph screamed. "We're going to die!" His screams, once so carefree and joyful, were now hysterically fearful. He pulled a pistol to his head and, again, repeated, "We're gonna die." We watched the gun tremble in his hand. It was the hand of someone who did not want to die today. In our silence, he pulled the trigger, his face wettened by tears and snot. "It was my only shot," he said. "I managed to miss. How in the hell did that happen?" None of us moved. The shock from having a man attempt to kill himself in front of us had settled. The silence was broken by a rustling in the nearby forest, which surrounded us on one side, a whimper and a roar. All of us but Joseph ran off away from the forest and towards a field. In the distance, we heard Joseph screaming as something savagely tore into him. As we ran, the sounds of his anguish faded out, but we were still close enough to hear him suddenly stop altogether. We heard it sprinting towards us. A shack handily came into our view. "Let's go in there," the poindexter gasped. We rushed into the shack, which turned out to have the interior of my house. The last man to run in, a dark-haired, black-clothed, clear-skinned guy, tripped over the doorstep. "Get in," the poindexter said. "It will get you." "Shut the fuck up," the fallen man said. "I'm not gonna take shit from a fucker who looks like Casper the friendly ghost." The beast, a huge, white bear with a deep wound in its shoulder, bit into the fallen man's leg and drug him out to my porch. We looked into his eyes as they mirrored the pain and fear in his voice. Casper hit my arm to snap me out of it and we ran upstairs. "Alright, Casper," I commanded. "You go left, and I'll go right. That way, if the bear goes for one of us, the other can just jump out a window and be fine." Casper gulped, looked at me for a few seconds, and ran. I rushed to the nearby bathroom. From there, I heard the bear run up the stairs, hit his head on the wall at the top, and take a left turn. I heard the sounds of the bear tearing into Casper, but there was no resistance. I ran to my bedroom and hid in my closet. My phone was on the floor, so I picked it up and called my sister, who picked up immediately. "This is all just a dream," I said. "It's a dream, and I don't know what to do." "Oh, you're back from your ride?" she asked in a condescending, mocking tone. "Yeah, that looked bad. I wouldn't have gone on it. How'd it go?" "They're dead. They're fucking dead." "Well, that's what you get." "It's just a dream." "I'll see you when I get home," she responded, the hanging up of her phone cutting off "home". I lay there in a ball with my hands covering my head, listening for the white bear. I heard nothing. After a few seconds, Conor walked into my room and said, "So what did you think of my campaign?" I was mortified. After all that happened, he had the gall to ask me about his tabletop RPG campaigns. "I just survived the Human Slingshot," I answered. "Oh, no way," he said. "You're the first one to have ever survived that! Come on. Let's go to Ed's [our homeroom guy] room. We walk out of my room, which led directly to Ed's classroom. In the corner of the room is a table topped with several dice, scattered sheets of paper and a few pencils. Conor and I walk to the table and take the two free seats. I look around the table to see Joseph, the fallen man, the Norwegian man and Casper sitting with us. They put down their dice, cheer and Joseph pats me on the back.[/QUOTE] It was weird.
There some kind of show for anti-social people and Varg Vikernes was there and an eraser caught fire and then the host said to Varg "don't get any idea" wat
I keep having these dreams where I try to talk to people, but nothing comes from my mouth. Thus, I end up looking like an idiot as I struggle to say anything. They don't feel good, not one bit.
Another dream involving my brother. We were standing on the balcony, and all I did was bump into him. He took it as an excuse to beat the shit out of me. My mom heard me scream, "[Brother], YOU MOTHER FUCKER!" I think I have some unsolved issues.
I was in this classroom thing and then me and a bunch of people decided to go out and film something. So we went through this weird half park half zoo thing into a bunch of buildings selling random stuff and then suddenly a Creeper appears. Everyone runs off and I start chasing it. Not sure what happened after that.
I dreamt that I was attending a really fancy restaurant dinner for a wedding ceremony and my friend I talk to on skype was the barmaid pulling pints for the guests. I was like "omg hi" then I think I woke up
Saw a dream that I was part of an expedition to the Himalayas. We were at the forests at the bottom of the mountains when a bunch of invisible dwarves started killing everyone with blowdarts. Because they were magical beings they couldn't be seen by normal humans but I had a "gift" that allowed me to see them and their darts. Once they noticed I could avoid their darts and see them, they left me alive and captured me instead. The dwarves, unlike their fantasy counterparts, were "in real life" very savage beings. The myth of Orcs and Elves were not actually real, as dwarves were more like everything combined and that's where all the various races were developed from in literature. They offered me food at their lair at the mountains (at this point we were high up the cold himalayas) but I found out they were eating the other expedition members that they had killed before. Saw a leg in the soup and decided to eat it anyway because there wasn't anything else. We were basically just entertaining food in their eyes. The king of the dwarves was interested in human culture so he had tons of books about or history and behaviour (also so they could hunt us more efficiently). I asked him if he knew we had walked on the moon and he said yes, but was annoyed that we didn't do it anymore. He gave us a way out, along with some other much older prisoners who had been there for a long time. If we could traverse down the mountain with all the dangers and traps on the way, we would be let free. On the way I almost slipped down a huge ravine but got pulled up at the last second by another prisoner. We reached the bottom and I called the police, and then hitchhiked a ride from a red car to get back to the city. But the car's driver was actually the dwarf king, and he laughed as we drove back up the mountain.
Something about a having to catch a guinea pig.
I was in a place where me and a bunch of people were forced to walk in rollercoaster line-like platforms which were made in a rocky desert in shapes with no rhyme or reason (going up and down for no particular reason) mostly made out of wood while some other people shouted at us, threw rocks and set the line/walkway on fire. I'm pretty sure it was a dream about Gaza.
I had somehow caught this disease that would slowly turn me into a zombie over the period of a week, slowly making me dumber and more aggressive. Instead of getting treatment or something, it was decided that I was going to have to pack up some supplies and live out in the wilderness until the disease killed me. :v: So I stayed home until I got right up to the point where I was about to lose my speaking capabilities and told my family goodbye. I was crying my eyes out the whole time. I left home with this really famous book that was basically a guide to surviving in the woods, a blanket, a bottle, and a knife. I woke up and found out that I had been crying in real life too.
It's been ages since I dreamt about this, but I still remember it vividly so I'm going to post it here. So I don't remember how the dream began, but I ended up on the main street of the city I grew up in, but in front of me wasn't a road, but a tunnel like this one, only it didn't have any yellow lights to the side: [thumb]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/19/Tunnel_de_Vierzy_entr%C3%A9e_nord-est.jpg[/thumb] Of course, I decided to trek into it because my dream self was probably an idiot. I brought a flashlight with me in case I needed to light the way. Eventually, as I started to walk into the tunnel, the light behind me became dimmer and dimmer until there was nothing but pitch black. I turned on the flashlight, but the walls and floor were not illuminated at all. That's mostly the details I remembered, although there was some white, pale monster which eventually got to me, causing me to wake up. It was intriguing and terrifying at the same time.
I was browsing a few forums when I realised they all had one stickied topic "New international law bans grindcore." I assumed it was a prank and continued browsing, but then I noticed something. There was a van with a large pair of earmuffs attached to it parked outside my house. Before I could blink, my door was kicked in and a group of suited men with machineguns burst through the frame. I tried to say something, but for some reason I screamed "ALLAHU ACKBAR!" and woke up.
Had an insane plot dream last night. It was basically like Lost but crazier. We crashed onto an island. Lived there for three years waiting for rescue. The camera view of the dream switched to some kind of magical Kingdom 300 kilometers to the west, where people were doing a yearly "jealous sacrifice" festival. Basically every jealous man of the Kingdom was made to fight each other in a giant brawl, and the one loser would be strapped inside a coffin and given a burning boat viking burial while alive. This would please the gods. But the kingdoms court magician did not want this anymore. At this point I became that character and escaped the kingdom. I went through forests of elves and the evil dark Kingdom before reaching the Lost island. At the island I met the leader (called jack, not sure if that was his name in the real series) and explained everything. I told them the real name of the island which was Fusuga Island and made a fridge drop out of the sky. My point of view was now jack again. The wizard spawned a dragon train, which was exactly what it sounds like. A train riding on a dragon (the long Chinese version) that we all mounted. We then flew across all the kingdoms, I met the dark king on the was and he gave me magical powers. I fought an enemy dragon and beat him with those powers. Then our train crashed through a huge window and we appeared in the real world, and crashed the dragon train onto a street in London. I took out my phone (an old Nokia one) and called my wife. Woke up. Went back to sleep. I was now a student in one of the magical kingdoms schools. Had sex with a girl and later found out she was being bullied and had gone missing. So I enlisted help from the principal (using my authority as the dragon slayer of Fusuga Island) and we found her. The principal then electrocuted the entire class that had bullied her and we literally rode off into the sunset on a dragon. Woke up. Went back to sleep. I had graduated from the magic school and enlisted into the army of the Kingdom. I was being trained by a massive buff dwarf called Gemi, who basically kicked my ass until I was able to use my powers well enough to defeat him. I had the power of time manipulation - every time I got hit, I could reverse time and then avoid the hit as I knew exactly where it was going to come from. This made me seem invincible in the eyes of the rest and gave me a fearsome reputation. I was now in the entrance exam for Fusilier academy. Every year, all the students had to fight for their spots at the academy. The loser had to leave. I was paired up with a very well known woman whose name I can't yet remember. The fight happened using specially designed energy swords. Every time you hot a hit, the energy got filled a little more. Once it was full, you had won. Even with my time powers I was evenly matched with her, but I got the last hit in (in a dramatic close up shot) and defeated her. I wished her good luck for next year. We were now at the dorms. In my room there were two others. One was a small kid that used a scissor like weapon and the other was a guy about my age that didn't speak much, he left the room soon after we unpacked our stuff to do something else. The kid taught me a little about the various weapon typed used at the academy and suggested that my longsword was a little too long, but I kept it anyway. He then asked for my name, and as soon as I said he asked if I was the Fusuga island guy. I said yes and he called me a human monster and I laughed my ass off before waking up.
That I was playing TES VI and it was set in High Rock and Hammerfell. It was very photo-realistic but the dialogue system was too simplified. Every time I spoke to an NPC, the dialogue was presented in speech bubbles.
I had a very vivid lucid dream. I was standing in a plain field when I became "aware". I instantly went through my usual routine to make the dream focused, and sharpen my senses to the point where it felt just like reality. Then it was time to fly. I had done this before so it came effortlessly to me. I just willed myself upwards and started soaring. Pure euphoria overtook me as I glided through the air, arms outstreched. Your mind is really amazing in the sense that it will create the most realistic experience of flying from snippets in your memory. It'll take your sensory inputs from experiences like riding on a rollercoaster, feeling wind in your hair, going fast in your car, etc. and put it all together for the most amazingly realistic and immersive experience. I flew for around 5 minutes. I went over countryside, lakes, and passed over a city. The entire time, I had the biggest grin on my face, accompanied by the most amazing euphoria. I was in my own little wonderland. Eventually, I came to a slow stop, and from experience knew that the dream was fading and decided to end it on my terms and woke myself up. The dream was so realistic and the transition into reality so smooth, that it felt like i had just closed my eyes for a second and opened them again. The lucid dream experience still fresh in my mind as if it just happened, because for all purpose it did; it was and is real as any memory i have.
My mum and I were on a road trip in Spain and she took the wrong road. She initially went towards Portugal and I told her she was going the wrong way. And then she asked: "So, what do you prefer? KFC or an oyster restaurant?" We drove away from the KFC and towards France.
I dreamed that a girl asked me if I loved her. She had long hair, nice body, and a face straight out of uncanny valley. :pwn: The day before I dreamed I was in the world of Rust. It was so damn authentic, only difference was that I could noclip and craft tents.
Before falling asleep I reminded myself to get my passport today. So naturally I dreamed about me walking to a police station, filling the forms and ordering the passport. Then I started walking home and woke up halfway there. Amazing I know.
It was a Planet of the Apes-type situation, only difference being that the humans were more intelligent/were capable of speech. The apes had just left the radio station that they usually broadcast from. They opened the door to go outside. The humans who were hiding in the shadows ran in while it was left ajar and started the radio back up. When they finally got it back up and running, they began to tell all about the secrets the apes had kept from their human pets. There came banging from the door, as if guards were trying to get them out, and the humans tried to rush in all the information. It was around this time that I woke up, but I'd guess that the humans were caught and apprehended, whilst the others of their kind started to revolt against their masters.
I was balancing on the top of my privacy fence when I saw a kid standing on his in another yard. I did a Tae Kwon Do stance, the Jedi stance, and a high roundhouse kick to entertain the kid, and he loved it. Then his mom came out and yelled at me for glorifying violence.
I was running away from something and someone in some weird concrete jungle place (which was most of my dream, and it's kinda vague.) I had my car, but needed to take a break. I was looking near a dumpster, and I found a gaming laptop, brand new in the box. It was a Toshiba I think, so, I figured it was a sweet find. NOPE. I just had to read the box, which was bright orange like this, but with a picture of the laptop and the components. [t]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUz9W9Ss_aA/UjHeymglJYI/AAAAAAAAHMc/5tN7UbfbbT4/s1600/13+-+2.jpg[/t] It was shitty Windows 8.1 with a shitty Seagate harddrive and shitty integrated graphics. I died a little inside.
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