• What did you dream about last night?
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was able to reach lucidity in a dream but got too excited, lost focus, and a passing car fully woke me [editline]19th October 2016[/editline] the few seconds i had it were amazing, though. i felt fully awake though i knew i was in a dream.
i was in some office building awaiting the demolition of the building next door. everyone was in the first floor lobby, waiting for the charges to go off. we were watching through glass wall windows, which was kind of odd considering the building being demolished was right across the street from us. some guy was counting down, but when he reached 1, bombs went off in the lobby as well, and we all had to evacuate. i left through a side exit with a large group of people, and we went through an empty warehouse, across a parking lot, and commandeered a bus to get as far away as possible. much later everyone had turned into trolls and orcs from warcraft for some reason and i was in the troll village. i was sent out to go check on the orcs since we had been separated since getting off the bus. i ran across the deserts and canyons and discovered that the orcs had set up a primitive mall. they were doing pretty well for themselves, they had tvs and phones. later in some other dream i was looking to buy a house, but i wasn't allowed to look at the interior of the one i was interested in because i didn't own it, so i was confused on how this whole thing worked.
A Chinese businessman died in an accident at a city construction site and it was his dying wish that everyone in the vicinity listen to a Sting song and then play Arma 2.
I had a dream that I was involved in a logging bussiness and I had to smuggled rare illegal cherrywood logs across borders.
My sister and I were trapped in a room filled with spiders. We couldn't move otherwise we would touch a spider.
I walked into a store and bought a huge Hillary hoodie. I walked out and after ten seconds I was like "wait why the hell did I buy this" and went back to get a refund. Also the store was owned by Garry.
A few nights ago I had a dream where a Praying Mantis was protecting a Kitten and was hiding in it's fur. A hand slapped it out of the Kitten's fur and someone said "Leave the Praying Mantis alone. It's protecting the Kitten." and the Mantis scuttled back to the Kitten's fur.
I was in my old house and I really wanted to leave because I didn't want to remember anything.
i was watching a movie that was a recording of a dream i had a while ago, involving getting to the edge of the universe and being overwhelmed at the sheer feeling of absolutely emptiness and despair brought on by the realization the effort was all for nothing. then later i was being commanded by a witch to build a skateboard, but the materials (and tools) i was given were two wooden posts that looked like they had been pulled out of a bonfire. it was in a really cramped library on the side of a street and maybe 11 other people were doing the same thing.
does anyone else have unfair dreams, where people are better than you in some aspect even though they shouldn't be? like i had a dream where i am hiding from someone in the woods or something, and nobody should be able to find me, but people find me without any trouble at all
I had a dream the other day about me and a girl I once had a crush on, where I hugged her from behind and she became angry and told me to never do it ever again.
I was watching the news and they showed cockpit footage of terrorists piloting a small helicopter with turrets. They flew it down into a garage and mowed down a bunch of random people. I felt sick waking up.
Had a nightmare that SJWs re-casted every marvel character ever to be black, female or non-gendered.
Alright, hold on to your butts because this shit was fucking weird. This scientist guy asked me to bring him a pack of chocolate cookies, so I went to a mall (not a real-life one, the place was a patchwork of random memories) to buy some. When I got back to his laboratory, he ran some tests on them and found out his suspicions were correct: one of the additives used by Nestle in the chocolate made it have a better taste and a longer shelf life, but it was also highly explosive. So I got back to the store to warn them, and a particularly annoying clerk started laughing and saying it was impossible and the scientist and I were both idiots. So I was like hell no motherfucker, you didn't just tarnish the name of my good friend doctor whatshisname, so I set a cookie on fire and threw it at the clerk's face. Boom, bits of clerk everywhere. People started screaming and calling the security, so I basically went on a cookie-powered rampage of explosive, incendiary, chocolate chip goodness. Igniting cookies and throwing them around, even eating one or two to gather that nitro-sugar boost. By the time everyone was dead or had fled, I was out of cookies and a small army of cops was out the front door, blaring sirens and flashing lights. But my berserker rage was not quenched yet. On the way to picking up more explosive cookies, I passed by the DIY aisle and instead went for a large axe. As I charged the police blockade with a viking battlecry and a mad grin, I looked at my hands covered in blood and cookie crumbs. My last thougth before waking up was "Oh god, why have I done all this". ...what the [I]fuck[/I], subconscious.
I was driving on the freeway while it was raining and I spun out of control and crashed through the guard rail and my car barrel rolled into the forest next to the freeway.
It was like a Robert Rodriguez kid's movie -- complete with bad CG, and obvious green-screening.
I was in an outdoor cafe, and was approached by a guy who invited me to be a part of a test panel for some product I can't remember. He lead me into a room that looked exactly like a classroom from my middle school, and sat me down. There were 14-16 other people there. Instead of showcasing the product, they have a projector, and basically start playing this shitty rpg-maker clone type game for some time. Several people walk out because it's a shitty, boring game and not what they signed up for. After more time I get fed up and explained to them why they can't just lure people in to watch them playing games on false pretenses. (Don't remember exactly what I said. but I remember it being a long tirade of pretty eloquent arguments) Thing is, when I ended that tirade and went for the door, the remaining people had suddenly become nigerian gangsters without me noticing, like straight out of blood diamond with ragged clothes and ak-47s. Don't remember how I got out of that situation
Eating Pizza.
I was in a haunted office building trying to take a picture of my phones screen with another phone, and in order to fend off the yakuza I had to perform a dance off with the bosses son. We danced to a bossa nova cover of Blackbird.
I had a dream that I was carry a box of coffee beans to a talking whale that lived in a mansion.
I had a dream that was pitch black, but there was someone coming after me with a knife, and as they went to stab me i grabbed the blade and sliced open all my fingers. it hurt.
Not last night, but not too long ago I had a dream about being in an arcade in the middle of nowhere which was just full of machines that only played Soldier of Fortune. Upon playing one of these, I would just get shot in the head in real life, then I would "respawn" unharmed. Then, when I exited the arcade, a giant cat-bird hybrid thing came from above and started chasing after me while shooting lasers at me. After going through a forested road, I managed to come to a house to take shelter from this thing, then I found out that the person inside was the owner of this mutant, though thankfully he managed to calm it down. Given the chance before it would start chasing me again, I took a motorcycle going like 200 mph while I was given a fisheye lens perspective. I stopped at a flea market, I lost the mutant, and that was that.
I had a dream where I was a rancher of giant worms and I was herding them back home.
I was at the base of the world trade center during 9/11 and I was looking up at one of the towers as it started to collapse. I knew I couldn't outrun it, so I just stared as debris came crashing down. Everything hit me, and I got crushed. I literally felt like I was being crushed or that I died. It was a strange feeling, I don't know how to describe it really.
during my little fever nap just a minute ago i had a weird one i was in a school cafeteria line that somehow started outside, and i was holding this harpoon weapon called "the thumper" (which i apparently stole from a prison guard) i then decided to try and get in the line but then i shot myself in the chest with it in a weird attempt to kill myself it didn't work because the harpoon thing was made of this really flimsy wood, and so i just left it hanging on my chest and people would point it out during the day :v: while i was in one of my classes i started thinking about how i'd go to jail for stealing from a prison guard and i started wishing it had worked then i woke up idk what to really think, was a really odd dream :v
I had a dream that I was playing a online mmo on my computer and I heard about a terrorist attack on a small tv. 10 people killed by the attack which took place at a bank owned by Walt Disney. I somehow got kidnapped by the terrorists but managed to escape. When I return, I saw the methods which my kidnappers did: bombed a part of my roof and east side of my room near my window. I push my tall wardrobe towards the window and unplug my moniter so I can use the table as extra baricade.
I braided a girls hair.
Kim Salmon was playing a gig in a weird pub near my house. My grandmother was there and we ganged up on a girl who was quoting racist passages from the bible.
Aliens had invaded the world and bombed various cities, resistance movements were organizing in the relatively intact rural areas. Some aliens had defected for some reason and were on our side, while some humans went traitor and joined up with the invaders. I ended up with a group tasked with recovering alien stuff, or anything else that would help us in the war. The real kicker was who we had on our team, and the odd personal issues that affected them: our leader was Master Chief, badass as usual but a bit depressed after a rough divorce from fem Shepard. They had shared custody for their son, but Chief wanted to keep him away from the horrors of war while Shepard was raising him as a warrior to prepare him for these dark times (girl must've gone with a Renegade playthrough). On our team we also had a broody, grey-skinned bald chick with psychic powers, our medic looked like [url=http://www.stellarisgame.com/assets/portraits/new/large_char-c9679d70db545729f40d483e74698184.png]this guy[/url], and our main mechanic was a hyperactive iguana-looking alien that defected because of his love of old Earth cars. When he wasn't fixing stuff he was riding around in a 90's subcompact fitted with an alien supercharger. I remember little of the rest, it was mostly scavenging around with Chief and his son, getting in the occasional firefight, and hitching a ride on Iguana's dangerously fast ricer. ...how come I get the most vivid and memorable dreams while [I]absolutely shitfaced[/I]? It's like I have to choose between imagination, and a working liver.
i was in a lobby waiting to get called in to work out some bills or something. there weren't any magazines to read so i picked up the laptop on the table next to me to entertain myself. unfortunately, it was filled to the brim with dirty pictures. i think every single folder was filled with them. a game i opened up was just pictures, opening up explorer led to large thumbnails of pictures. my favorite part was going to the music folder and clicking play on one of the folders. i looked at the playlist and there was maybe 5 songs, and about 100 jpegs. opening up the browser opened up about 8 tabs of pictures. i eventually just gave because at that point i'm certain people had seen me scrolling through pages of this stuff. i put the laptop down, stared at the wall, and wished i had remembered to put pants on before going out that day.
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