• What did you dream about last night?
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I was running away from the Ferocious Beast and I managed to catch a tube train at Cambridge.
I was an assassin tasked to kill gay nazis and I shot my weapons [url=http://i.imgur.com/K8g8q3f.gif]like this.[/url] Also I was butt-naked.
Was in Hawaii with grandma, but it was in the 50s and we were in Puna for a holiday. I drove a Morris Minor, one of the US variants there, we heard on the radio about the eruption in Puna. So we headed down and I had a Polaroid camera with me to take pictures. I witnessed a large crack in the bushes with steam coming out and it started to set the bush itself on fire. It transitioned to 1960, still in Hawaii and I was 18, acquired a video camera to record most of it. This time it was in Kapoho. Appears the place we were staying at got burnt down by the lava. At least my grandma's stuff was safe in the pickup I eventually bought. I witnessed one of those flows called A'a, it flowed quite quickly despite they're normally quite slow. Afterwards, it transitioned to a Russian/British crime drama television series in 1988 and I starred in it as Wilhelm Ivanov, just some half English and half Bulgarian detective who is trying to find out a criminal organisation. My car was a Lada with a British number plate and at the back it had a GB sticker, just to indicate I'm from England while being in the middle east with other officers. The criminal organisation was involved in 10 different murders to ministers from England and Russia, and involved in a robberies of a museum and a bank. It's weird. Felt like I watched an old video cassette.
I suffer from very frequent sleep paralysis. I'm trying to face it without alcohol so for the first time in quite a while I didn't have any alcohol before bed. My dream consisted of be being in some sort of simulation program and I had to find and kill someone who was behind one of many doors, the whole place felt very anxiety inducing and very wrong, and as I got closer to a particular door I heard someone silently saying "Commit suicide" and as I got in front of the door the voice got louder and louder, starting to distort as if being yelled over a cheap microphone and he started saying "Shoot him, kill him". At this point I opened my eyes in reality and there was a white face in front of mine with no eyes and his mouth wide open and a weird distortion effect behind him as the voice got unbearably loud and screeching and other cliche horror sounds happened. Then I twitched my little toes to snap out of it and rolled over and went back to sleep. Shit happens to me all to often.
[QUOTE=Tarzy;47199731]I suffer from very frequent sleep paralysis. I'm trying to face it without alcohol so for the first time in quite a while I didn't have any alcohol before bed. My dream consisted of be being in some sort of simulation program and I had to find and kill someone who was behind one of many doors, the whole place felt very anxiety inducing and very wrong, and as I got closer to a particular door I heard someone silently saying "Commit suicide" and as I got in front of the door the voice got louder and louder, starting to distort as if being yelled over a cheap microphone and he started saying "Shoot him, kill him". At this point I opened my eyes in reality and there was a white face in front of mine with no eyes and his mouth wide open and a weird distortion effect behind him as the voice got unbearably loud and screeching and other cliche horror sounds happened. Then I twitched my little toes to snap out of it and rolled over and went back to sleep. Shit happens to me all to often.[/QUOTE] Sleep paralysis usually leads to a lucid dream in my case, but sometimes it doesn't work out. Last night I had sleep paralysis, the entire room lit up in bright light and I heard a super loud "YO WHATS UP" and I woke up with a huge jerk (the kind you get after falling in dreams). After that I had another paralysis but in that one I just rose off my bed and floated outside in a lucid dream.
I dreamed that I was back in high school, and my friend gave me some weed before class, and I had trouble sneaking it past the security since they decided to do a random drug bust that day. Somehow got away with it by slipping out of class, and I saw my friend in the hallway, and I told her "Take it back, I don't wanna get caught." and woke up. It's funny, she looked like she did when she was 17 in the dream, back when I still had a crush on her... and now she's a mother. Time flies.
I was in a cartoony jungle and one jungle boy wanted me to collect gems for his amusement.
My dreams are almost always scary as heck. Not in the horror sense; I get put into scary situations. Here are some examples: -I was in a rickety-ass shack sitting on top of a tall mountain and the wind was blowing the shack hard enough to make it tilt back and forward. I had to get down the mountain, but the safest way was along an 80-degree cliff face covered in slippery ice. -I was driving down a mountain in a Willie's Jeep and loss control. There were sharp turns and driving off the road would lead to a thousand-foot drop. Imagine [URL="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yungas_Road"]Yungas Road[/URL] except a heluvalot steeper. -Fucking trains. Whenever there are trains they will be trying to kill me. If I step on the tracks, sure enough a train will be barreling toward me and I have to run like hell. And it isn't like I can just step to the side; I'll either be in a narrow tunnel or there will be another set of tracks where I step. And to think I liked trains as a kid. [editline]24th February 2015[/editline] And I was always in a rush for some reason, so I had no time to relax. A more recent dream was when I was part of a gang with my friend. We didn't kill innocents and stuff; In fact, we tried to get rid of other violent gangs. Anyway, my friend started going crazy. He started shooting and killing random civilians for the heck of it, and when we went to visit a friend in a different gang, he killed him too and robbed him. I couldn't let him continue doing this. I pulled out my gun and while he was turned away I pointed the gun at his head and pulled the trigger. *click* It jammed. He turned to face me, and that's when I woke up.
i took the longest piss i've ever had and also had a weird ass 'stache good thing i didn't actually piss myself [editline]24th February 2015[/editline] i pretty much never have though
I seriously don't know what just happened. I'm in a mall that looks like something of of a shitty Unity game, so you've got poorly rendered stores, stolen textures, and a lounge that was [I]WAY[/I] too big with sparse furniture in it. In fact, this mall was doing pretty bad since a lot of the stores were shuttered/bordered up. I somehow acquire a deluxe Krotchy action figure that doesn't work properly so I try to find some place in the mall that will fix it. There was a geeky toy store on the fourth floor that would help me out; it was literally the only store on that floor by the way. When I get inside I try asking the clerk to help me, which she doesn't and just scoops the broken figure into a plastic bag for later. But as a consolation she'd give me this big sack of candy that she hasn't eaten yet (don't ask), and the only way I could get it was playing bingo. Since the mall was closing and she had some spare time after work, I stayed to play. Almost a half-hour passed and we still haven't started yet since she was talking with two other dorks the whole time. By the time we started playing, the fire alarm went off for reasons unknown. Everybody else left, but I took eons to gather my stuff before leaving. What I didn't realize was the toy store's security gate was closing by itself, and once it closed a second gate came down for extra security. I was basically trapped... if the gates weren't so easy to break through. Once I left I ran down the corridor near the front entrance and tried jumping down to the first floor. For no reason I broke a rift in time and was sent back to earlier that day before all the chaos. Except I shot straight through the floor into the foundation level. Then I woke up.
I keep getting this reoccuring dream where it's not really a dream in that there is no scene. There is nothing happening, no image, no backdrop, nothing. All that happens are a bunch of noises that are really hard to describe. It sounds like a mess of sound, like being in an extremely crowded place with everyone talking, people walking, stomping, shuffling... There is also a very steady "fffwwwwwoop........... ffffwwwwooop......... ffffwwwwoop" noise like someone sharply inhaling through their mouth and then letting their lips come together to stop it abruptly. That noise keeps playing at a steady slow beat throughout it. Both of these noises, the noisy clutter and steady "fwwoop", keep getting louder and louder and louder. As the noises get louder I feel more anxious and afraid like everything is closing in on me. Eventually it gets to the point where everything is so loud and I feel so much pressure and stress that I feel like I'm going to die. I wake up in a sweat with my heart racing and I'm usually also crying. I really want it to stop because it scares the fuck out of me. I wish I knew what it meant and why it keeps happening.
Do any of you ever have a dream where you visit a place you've been to in a separate dream weeks, months or even years ago? I had a dream that I revisited a mall I went to with my dad in another dream I had many months ago. There was a particular spot I went to that was slightly different but it was filled with Halloween costumes and there was a very psychotic looking man with long curly hair. I asked him "Why Halloween costumes? It's months away." and he looked at me we very wild eyes and said " It's always Halloween here... hell, Christmas is tomorrow!" and I looked at him strangely thinking to myself, "But Christmas is 10 months away what is this place?" I walked up to this old metallic, red, rusty cart that he used to wheel around all the costumes and it turned on by it's self and pinned my foot down and it was around there that I woke up.
God, this was so weird. So, I went to this REALLY fancy hotel, like stereotypically fancy, with a snack bar on every floor, and red carpets everywhere and other things. Despite this, my room was like this super-small, 10x10 feet room on the second floor, without a bed, but with a computer and bathroom. I'd also like to note this hotel had only two floors. Well, I went downstairs and I was served beer at like this hawaiian-style snack bar. I was all like "hell yeah" cause I'm underage and they didn't ask for my ID. This led to me continually trying to steal things from the hotel's snack bar fridge on my floor every night when it was closed. But unfortunately, usually either the fridge was empty or there were people around, meaning the only thing I ever managed to steal was a chocolate popsicle at one point. Well, later on, I somehow knew that some guy was coming to kill me. I got scared as hell and ran around the hotel looking for help. I opened one door and found a staircase leading down to some ~exceptionally exquisite~ party on the first floor. I didn't want to disturb the party so I shut the door and looked elsewhere. Well, eventually, I ran out of hope and ran through the ~exceptionally exquisite~ party and through the hotel doors to some field out behind the hotel, where some kid was having a birthday party. I told everyone that someone was trying to kill me, and then some fat guy who turned out to be the owner of the hotel ran out and told me that exact thing again. He assured me that they would keep the hotel under lockdown, and I went back to my room. Well, later, the guy, who turned out to look exactly like Keanu Reeves in John Wick, but with this weird blue tint to himself, came in and tried to kill me. Exactly how, I don't remember. But during this, a group of people burst in and kidnapped us both. They tied the two of us up, tossed us in a truck, and drove us out into the deserts. However, while we were on a road, I somehow managed to butt-dial 911 and the police came, found the truck, and arrested everyone except me. However, one of the guys shot me in the side just before being arrested. I was taken to the hospital, treated, and then talked to by a doctor. He told me I survived the shot itself, but it released metal fragments into my body that would kill me in a few months. My reaction? "Damn it." I'm guessing I became Iron Man afterwards or something. Also, some other events happened, but I'm not quite sure where they fit in the story so I'm having them seperate. I was still part of the hotel dream, but I was outside the white house at night. I remember seeing a female human representation of someone's heart, but the person the heart belonged to died because someone else tried to have sex with it. Also, I distinctly remember breaking into the President of the United States's office. I remember feeling the need to escape, opening the window but seeing I was way too high up. Though for some reason, it was only 2 stories and there was a pool. Now that I think about it, the hotel might have actually been some weird combination between the white house and a hotel. So yeah, that was a really long night.
Speaking of paralysis, last night I dreamed that I was paralyzed from the knees down. The same cute girl at my college who was in my last dream was my girlfriend/assistant. Apparently I was a famous historian and scientist. Basically, I was a cross between Stephen Hawking (with Polio instead of Parkinson's) and Charles Beard. (Or maybe more accurately a combination of Theodore and Franklin Roosevelt.)
[QUOTE=Coridan;47203352]I keep getting this reoccuring dream where it's not really a dream in that there is no scene. There is nothing happening, no image, no backdrop, nothing. All that happens are a bunch of noises that are really hard to describe. It sounds like a mess of sound, like being in an extremely crowded place with everyone talking, people walking, stomping, shuffling... There is also a very steady "fffwwwwwoop........... ffffwwwwooop......... ffffwwwwoop" noise like someone sharply inhaling through their mouth and then letting their lips come together to stop it abruptly. That noise keeps playing at a steady slow beat throughout it. Both of these noises, the noisy clutter and steady "fwwoop", keep getting louder and louder and louder. As the noises get louder I feel more anxious and afraid like everything is closing in on me. Eventually it gets to the point where everything is so loud and I feel so much pressure and stress that I feel like I'm going to die. I wake up in a sweat with my heart racing and I'm usually also crying. I really want it to stop because it scares the fuck out of me. I wish I knew what it meant and why it keeps happening.[/QUOTE] I've had a few like that, except joined with a cacophony of strings playing more and more violently and right before I wake up I see a distorted face dash from the darkness. I remember them happening on days where I was extremely stressed out ----------------- For me last night, it was a lot less nightmare. Nintendo released a version of Xenoblade Chronicles for the original 3DS. To get it running it at 60FPS the landscape looked like it came from Daggerfall with a tiny draw distance and all cutscenes were prerendered.
[QUOTE=nerdster409;47202989] -Fucking trains. Whenever there are trains they will be trying to kill me. If I step on the tracks, sure enough a train will be barreling toward me and I have to run like hell. And it isn't like I can just step to the side; I'll either be in a narrow tunnel or there will be another set of tracks where I step. And to think I liked trains as a kid..[/QUOTE] I love when that happens. I've said it before but avoiding vehicles in dreams is a great adrenaline rush, whether it's trains, falling planes, or cars. Last night I had a dream about an unstoppable bus going around driving through houses and fences, the speed at which it travelled was irrelevant, even slowly it could just smash through everything like a tank. I jumped out of its way a couple of times and then it went through the neighbour's fence and through his house and I didn't see it again.
A while back, I dreamed about assaulting a confederate boat with Lincoln. [t]http://all-kids.us/galleon1.jpg[/t] It was like this, but the backside was completely flat, and it was [I]huge[/I]. It was in the middle of an infinite ocean of knee-deep muddy water. It was raining heavily and there was a thick fog that hid the horizon and anything 10 feet away. Lincoln and several other Union soldiers somehow managed to toss rope-ladder grappling hooks onto the boat, which was pretty tall. After climbing on board, briefcases full of modern guns were opened. There were genuine 1860's soldiers using m16's. Meanwhile, I was stuck with an Anti-Materiel rifle. I started off sniping the onslaught of confederate soldiers, of which there were hundreds, but eventually I started watching Lincoln. Now, Lincoln wasn't your average dead president. The guy was probably 9 feet tall, and he wasn't using any guns. He was beating the absolute shit out of and stomping on everybody. It was like watching a skinny hulk. After brutally beating the vast majority of the confederacy, he suddenly froze. Turns out he somehow saw through the fog all the way to John Wilkes Booth standing at the opposite end of the boat. Lincoln, frozen as soldiers began climbing and punching him, stared at Booth, and I had to walk all the way across the boat to get to him. Eventually, I ended up in a fistfight with Booth before waking up.
The dream starts in the back seat of a car. Me and Carlton Banks, chillin as I talk to him, tryin to get up the nerve to ask this girl I liked in like...9th grade or so out. So he was a bro, pretty good wingman, but then he just swoops in and steals the girl. So now we are at a giant walmart mall thing. Where Carlton is getting his own show. Liek Steve Harvey's show, but with Carlton instead. So I am pissed he took this gal, so I begin getting revenge ideas, end up with the classic laxatives in a soda. Give it to some unsuspecting lady, and after she drinks and reacts to it and all, we hit it off. Then I woke up. Not as strange as the dream I got laid cause I was WinRAR, I'd say. Pretty close though.
Anyone has returning or reoccuring dreams? I dream of pretty much the same things over and over and over and over again for years now. I mean my dreams aren't the same, but it's always the same people, people i know, people i used to know, my old teachers, my friends from school, or simply just people i used to be in class with, some i haven't seen or talked to in 3-4 years and they just appear. The scenarios are also the same, in 80% of the time i'm back studying in my old school, other times there are random places, places in my city, or our house where i am with my friends. Sometimes my family gets involved, sometimes i travel back in time, sometimes my dead grandfather or grandmother appear coming back from the dead. Sometimes there is this girl whom i haven't spoken to or heard from in years, (though i saw her recently but didn't speak to her) we were never really close or anything in school either. I've had dreams when we were together for some reason. Anyway the point is, i always dream of the same people in different but similiar scenarios, at different but similiar places. And this has been going on for a very long time. I dream of them 3-4 times a week. I really can't explain these dreams because they don't make much sense, the enviroment randomly changes, sometimes drastically, like in my last dream one second i was on a bus, with my friends the next i'm walking down the hallway in school to the gym, then i started running, then i can't remember. I know that i forgot my kit or something, and my old PE teacher was there, and a few of my friends forgot theirs as well. Then we had to fill out a form and i was suddenly too dumb to fill it out. I was just wondering if anyone gets similiar returning dreams or something. I know what these dreams mean, or at least i'm starting to get what they mean. And i might even know why i get them. I'm not even sure if i want them to stop to be honest... Oh yeah on a more somewhat funny note, i also have dreams where i'm being chased by a wasp, or a similiar flying insect since i have an extreme phobia of flies and other flying bugs. Anyway, one always crawls beneath my shirt or bites me or something, and i struggle to get it off, and that's when i wake up. Or at least try to wake up. I usually struggle to move my body parts and i can still "feel" what i was feeling in the dream, like something was actually there.
[QUOTE=Adarrek;47214987]Anyone has returning or reoccuring dreams?[/QUOTE] Other than a kinda boring reoccuring nightmare when I was a kid, never had reoccuring dreams. But I have it to where within a month I will go to the same completely fake place in different dreams multiple times. Schools, office buildings, stores, stuff like that, none of it based on anything real as far as I remember. Current one is some grocery store that has 3 entrances and seems like it would be hell to shop in. Frozen section is massive while produce is equivalent to about 2 crates. One dream I tried to steal something off the shelves and had to sneak out the front, another dream I was sleeping behind some sort of customer service desk while the place caught fire. Weird stuff. The nightmare was incredibly boring, just walking down a street and then going into some warehouse where a bunch of tires were stacked up high. The last few times I had it, I knew that it was going to happen about halfway through but couldn't stop it. Caused a phobia of big/tall empty spaces.
I dreamt that I was a winner of the local lottery, but was unable to find my winning ticket. Then I woke up in cold sweat and realised that I was late for work. Ouch.
I had this dream where the Marvel and DC universes collide. Some super villain uses a type of Kryptonite to reverse the heroes and villains. So like Spiderman and Batman become bad guys while Lex Luthor and Magneto become the good guys. Superman has to team up with the Fantastic Four to stop the super villain. It was just so awesome and crazy as you would expect it to be if Superman and the Fantastic Four randomly met for the first time.
I missed the bus, it was right there then it disappreared. It was really weird.
I keep dreaming of fights in busy areas with someone. Usually with fights in dreams I can never hit hard enough or my coordination is fucked, but in these fights I can fight just aswell as the other guy. We're fully hitting eachother but keep getting back up, I never win but I never loose, it just continues until I wake.
[QUOTE=SpaceLink;47219527]I keep dreaming of fights in busy areas with someone. Usually with fights in dreams I can never hit hard enough or my coordination is fucked, but in these fights I can fight just aswell as the other guy. We're fully hitting eachother but keep getting back up, I never win but I never loose, it just continues until I wake.[/QUOTE] I have dreams of fights where my punches don't do shit too, pretty often. It's weird, 'cause sometimes the other guy will end up on the ground, or against a wall, or whatever disadvantageous position, but still won't seem to get hurt by anything I do. There's always no context either. Like, the whole dream is the fight - nothing before, and nothing after. Nobody wins either.
[QUOTE=MilkBagz;47219574]I have dreams of fights where my punches don't do shit too, pretty often. It's weird, 'cause sometimes the other guy will end up on the ground, or against a wall, or whatever disadvantageous position, but still won't seem to get hurt by anything I do. There's always no context either. Like, the whole dream is the fight - nothing before, and nothing after. Nobody wins either.[/QUOTE] I'm glad someone else has similar dreams, you think it's related to anything going on around you? That's like me though, no context, no reason, always a random person. Sometimes I'd know that person but I would have absolutely no problem with them? Barely even know them enough to see a problem, other times its just a random person. I wouldn't say they're bad dreams or distressing, they're just... Odd. Usually quite intense too.
[QUOTE=SpaceLink;47219645]I'm glad someone else has similar dreams, you think it's related to anything going on around you? That's like me though, no context, no reason, always a random person. Sometimes I'd know that person but I would have absolutely no problem with them? Barely even know them enough to see a problem, other times its just a random person. I wouldn't say they're bad dreams or distressing, they're just... Odd. Usually quite intense too.[/QUOTE] Nah, I don't see how it could be related to anything. I don't have beef with anyone, and I'm not really aggressive or anything.
My cat kept trying to follow me everywhere and it got really annoying because I had to keep yelling at her to stay off the freeway.
I was in my driveway parked in my car at night and I looked into the window of the dimly lit dining room and saw an old man sitting in one of our chairs at the table. I saw he was either reading or writing something in a book, but I can't remember exactly, but he definitely sure he had a book of some kind.
I just had a dream where I was at work and it was one hour past the time I needed to leave but people just kept coming in. I asked them to leave, I had to go home, but they just gave me weird looks. I started screaming at them, and more weird looks as they went on doing stuff, ignoring me. Then I woke up. Was weird as shit. I think I dislike my job.
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