There was this one dream I remember pretty clearly. It started out with me on my back porch looking at the the night sky, although it was a different sky with all sorts of cool shit visible to the naked eye. I went around to the front where the driveway is to get some telescope stuff out of the car, when I see a jet liner silhouetted against the dimly lit sky (planes fly above our house pretty much every day) although then I see it start to stall and then lose altitude, then it crashed a few blocks away with a massive explosion. I remember seeing all this fire come rushing towards me and I ran into this little alleyway we have on the side of our house for cover, with the flames stopping just a few feet from me.
Oh man there was an even more recent dream that felt pretty scary. Basically I remember being in a friends house when a spot on the floor started to sink a little. We started to figure out why as more parts of the floor were sinking and some were falling into what seemed like a really deep hole in the ground. Eventually we realized it was a big ass sink hole underneath the house and we tried to get out while the whole place was falling in. I remember nearly falling in but managing to climb out, and when I got out I found that it wasnt just that house that was sinking, it was the entire neighborhood falling into a bunch of sinkholes.
[QUOTE=Qaus;49556216]i met harrison ford and for some reason he was entirely unimpressed with whatever i said or did :what:[/QUOTE]
To be fair, he kinda comes off as that in interviews as well. At least to me.
i've come to the conclusion that deja vu is just being reminded of a mundane dream that you forgot.
[editline]18th January 2016[/editline]
while i was cleaning my room this morning it was very similar to a dream i remembered for some reason that i had a year or two ago and i got that real intense deja vu feeling
I was at school and Jason Voorhees was trying to kill me.
I had a dream where I was in this white room. The walls were so clean I could see my reflection in them. Then I woke up in a pilot's seat of an aircraft and the plane was going down. When I went to grab hold of the controls I got poked; the controls were covered in spikes. I got up out of my seat and walked to the passenger area and started praying with everyone. Then I woke up, in real life, sweating like crazy. It was pretty nuts.
I got called to an interview by Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie from the 80's, because I said on my resume that "I could easily learn any music forwards and backwards". Also Ben Folds was there, and when he started playing Elton John's Tiny Dancer on piano, I tried to copy him. Hugh Laurie saw this and got suspicious, and he pulled me aside afterwards and asked me to play Tiny Dancer backwards. Everyone was watching as I stumbled through every note.
After 20 terrible notes the audience slowly left, and I started crying and had a runny nose.
Probably the longest dream I ever had. It was a long-ass Civilization IV-like game session. It was weird, for example, one of the cities was building a T51 power armor suit.
I had to take a really huge shit in my brain's premium toilet, then I had this really warm sensation radiating from my anal cavity. Afterwards I proceeded to wake up finding out that it was just my cat sleeping on my butt.
I went to go see Zootopia with family but everone at the theater was randomly standing up, talking on their phones, or shouting to talk to people across the room.
I dreamed about sneaking on a train without anyone really noticing.
Obama with ants for hands
Was in some kind of magical realm but forgot the details since it's been 12+ hours
I remember one moment of sleep paralysis inbetween the main dreams where stuff flashed in front of my eyes but it didn't lead into a successful lucid dream this time
I wandered through hallways made of meat and bone. I think I accidentally stumbled into Silent Hill though, because one area was making awful screeching noises and was entirely plated with rusty, patchy metal. Also, something speaking in distorted, broken English chased after me whenever I went in.
feels bad man
Was playing a game made with a "2D Beat 'Em Up Maker". Don't recall what he looked like, but the guy I was playing as used an M-16 at range and a sawn-off shotgun at close range as well as some kind of fire and healing magic. Enemies were generic costumed mascots, people in Power-Loaders, and medieval people.
Last thing that happened before I woke up was I broke a barrel, it dropped General Tso's Shrimp and I was like, YES!
I was in a very nice (and very unrealistically sized) hotel with my boss and coworkers. My boss tossed a plate of food on one of the pretty waitresses and I called him a douchebag and left.
Then I woke up.
It was a lame dream. And not very accurate, my boss is the nicest person I know. :v:
After quite some time, I actually remember my dream, it was rather short but still pretty weird
I was on my way home from work (I travel by tram) and as I got out I saw everyone getting picked up by military trucks because we were at war, there were even guys with megaphones as in WW2 soviet army, and I started thinking about actual possibility of me dying in combat and how it would feel..
Then I woke up...
I was in some kind of VRMMO starting area. It was a huge glass building built out of square glass blocks, in the middle of a jungle. The walls were full of minimaps, thousands of them, each was its own "area" and each was being contested by anywhere between 2-4 different coloured teams. You as the player had to choose a battleground to join in. In this glass building I met a tall, blonde elf-like woman with very long hair and a long gown, I would call her very similar to Galadriel from LoTR. She explained the game's basics to me, she was apparently one of the VRMMO's NPCs. I woke up before I could join any of the "battlefields" though.
Mechwarrior Online had close combat mechanics. i drove my battlemech off the roof of a low building and feet first into the face of an enemy mech, then used my mech's gun arms to pummel the enemy's cockpit into a wreck before he could get up, ripped the pilot out and tossed him into the side of a highrise
was pretty disappointed when i woke up because holy shit killing someone in an online war robot game like that would be so satisfying
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woopsie wrong thread silly me
Had this dream Elon Musk was trying to build a TARDIS last night.
it was a dream about another dream i have previously had, in which i was trying to find a book from that dream.
i found myself in a strange, dark and dank building with a few other people. there seemed to be no exit, and it seemed very tall. we had only a few places we could sit down out of the rain, one of them under this floating platform in the middle of the room. there was more to what the building was exactly doing, but i cannot remember, some sort of pscyhological experimentation i would guess. i had a feeling that the entire place could close in and crush us. lo and behold, that is what began to happen. slowly, at first, the floor began to raise to the ceiling. very quickly it began to accelerate, and i with it. i looked up, and i was about to be crushed in the ceiling, when i passed through it and was jetted through a pipe and spat out who knows how far away into a lake. i then find myself riding in a helicopter with two people i feel i have seen before, following a series of pipes past tall, abandoned-looking towers with tops larger than the base. all very brutalist in architecture. i wonder to myself if these are connected to the place i was just at. i begin to have blurring vision, as though someone smeared my eyeballs with grease or my glasses stopped working for some reason (i may have not even had them on), and too bright of light was very painful to my eyes. this persisted through the rest of the dream.
the helicopter arrives at a old warehouse. we go inside, and there is just shelf upon shelf of books, many in chinese. they take me into a backroom to a downwards staircase, which i follow them down. they seem to be joking to each other but i feel at unease, as though i really should not be there. it hits me then that i had been there before, in a prior dream, in that dream, there had been a book that i know was important, but i don't know why. to make matters worse, the only thing about the book i could remember was it was untitled and had a cover of industrial/alien looking landscape which was so realistic it seemed to pull me into it. anyways, as the stairs go deeper, things get more damp and dungeon-like. only torchlight from one of the men lit things up. we finally get to the bottom, and the guy not holding the torch turns to look at me and says "So we're here, like you wanted. we'll give you a bit to look around before, well, you know" or something to that effect. i look, and there are about 12 shelves with books haphazardly thrown about them, and a couple wall lining shelves filled with books. there are also some jewel cd cases of age of empires, civilization 2, and some other 90s strategy games, but none from after i was born from what i could tell. in fact, it seems odd but nothing i found there was from after i was born. since my vision was still blurred, i had to get really close to things to make out what they were. there seemed to be a disproportionate amount of very old texts with what appeared to be chinese writing on them, and whenever i went to open one of these texts up the two men got anxious. they didn't mind when i opened up the 1993 Sports Almanac. one of the guys asked me what i was looking for, and i told him the truth: a book i had previously known, either from some past experience or perhaps a dream, i had found in a place very similar to the one i was currently in. he looked at me incredulously, scoffed and said something like "so you're looking for a book you may have found somewhere like this or may have been only a dream? good luck." i looked around a little bit more, but i had for some reason gotten the feeling that the two guys weren't here for my benefit. rather, that this was some sort of forbidden library, and they were there to make sure i could never tell anyone about it. i tried making a joke about that, only for both of them to get very silent and very solemn. they just stared at me for the rest of the dream, which quickly ended after that.
[editline]26th January 2016[/editline]
the tone of this dream was very much like that of a few other dreams i have had, dreams going back to as young as 3 or perhaps before. memories of those dreams came flooding back as i came out of this one. i feel as though they are connected. it almost seems as though there is some linear progression, as the very first dream i can remember (both ever and with this same tone) involved aliens invading what appeared to be a post-nuclear world, where i was seemingly an alien in disguise. that none of these dreams i have had had featured anything post 2000 adds some validity to this idea, at least to me, as though they are all following after that dream
I was a student at some magic academy. The headmaster was murdered, and he gave me his powers right before he died. The murderer framed me for it, and I had to escape the academy.
I went into hiding and trained to power up, after which I came back to the academy to exact my revenge. The new headmaster was Snape for some reason, but after explaining everything we caught the murdered and I woke up.
Me and two others were holding up the public library Pulp Fiction style. Then the others started drawing my blood with syringes for the sake of blood magic. Eventually they ditched me and tried to complete the ritual by sending me a poisoned dog treat to trick me into eating it and sacrificing myself.
A reoccurring item that I've had in my dreams for the past couple nights now has been a skull, and I really don't know what that means. I don't know if it's SOMEONE's skull, I don't know if it's a fake/plastic skull, I haven't a clue. I'm either carrying it with me, or it's just sitting right next to me on a desk or something.
Something about my parents being dissapointed in me. Or was it something about the end of the world? one of those things.
;_;
Woke up in an apartment like building (as a woman if that matters, usually I'm always a random person in my dreams), in a room. Looked out of the window and shit was going down. It was near night time and soldiers were everywhere. Grabbed an assault rifle and went past them (they didn't care for some reasons) and noticed there was this damaged truck parked on a smashed garage door, went in and it was still working and unlocked too.
I managed to almost drive out but there was a blockade, preventing me from going further. I decided to take the stairs to an underground subway right near me. When I went inside, a ton of ISIS terrorists were aiming stun rifles at me, one fired a shot straight in my head and I blacked out.
Then I woke up in a small cell, chained to the wall. A guy wearing a balaclava came in and unzipped his pants revealing a [I]smegma covered dick[/I]
Thankfully it's hard to smell anything in a dream (atleast for me), but the balaclava wearing guy grabbed me by the hair and shoved it into my mouth. I have a strong stomach, but that shit was the worst thing that had ever happened to me in a long while
The fucking taste was enough for me to wake up :sick:
i dreamt that i had a sex change operation and then had sex with a friend
a surreal experience
Perhaps your dreams are telling you guys something :v:
Went with a friend to a failing burger joint to find that it had been bought out and was under management of some celebrity, I forget who. It might have been Danny Trejo? He was working at the counter, and the whole place was falling apart. Everything was old and the walls had boards sticking out of them. Drinks were being served in paper cups, and there were no lids.
There was a lot more to the dream but this is all I remember with any amount of certainty.
[QUOTE=RoboChimp;49617541]Perhaps your dreams are telling you guys something :v:[/QUOTE]
Every time I become lucid i go on a fucking spree (literally)
Even on normal dreams this can happen
Funnily enough Ive had two or more dreams, one where I was a little girl working as a miner and the one I posted (in order)
[sp]Thankfully no lewd shit happened on the first one :v:[/sp]
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