Another damned dream where I am basically a quadraplegic in some sort of class that was going over religion in countries all the maps in the class were all odd in the shape of the countries... Also seemed like I skipped that class alot 2 out of 70 tests were done odd thing was the robot girl in the class that I created and destroyed in that dream... using a newer generation of nanite.

I had a very weird and very brief nightmare shortly before waking up one morning. In it, I was playing Amnesia, a game I started playing a month ago. I think I was in one of the early areas in the game, probably the library...Anyway, I walked up and my body became completely stiff, both in the game and sitting at the computer. I was overcome with terror as I watched the character's own shadow begin walking awkwardly away from him through some light casting on the floor from a window and towards a nearby doorway. I awoke shortly afterwards in a cold sweat.

It was a lot more terrifying than it sounds, as I felt something was horribly wrong with that scene, aside from the blatant shadow moving. It walked rapidly, but seemed to take ages making its way towards the doorway. It felt as though something really bad would happen if it reached it. That and the game engine doesn't even give the player character his own shadow. :laugh:

Had visions of a horrible lovecraft movie with Nicolas Cage as a family man in Alaska...It started out with him walking/following two guys to a place that recently became swampy area. Somehow one of them disappears, cage and this other guy make it to a well and a church comes to vision nearby, cage leaves without them noticing that one of t hem disappeared so I guess they weren't really all together.,. So Cage makes it to his house which has some heavy construction machinery parked around ...

I haven't really had many dreams recently (that I can remember at least).
I did have one a while ago that I thought was pretty odd.

I was in some sort of war, back in the middle ages and I was fighting.
I don't remember much...except one thing.
There was a girl there. She was just standing there in the middle of the battlefield chanting something.
I remember thinking, she's going to die. There weren't any more enemies so I didn't know why.
Then some sort of darkness rose from the ground and swallowed her up.
Odd thing was, I got the feeling that this was necessary. That this was meant to happen and something had been acomplished. Yet I still felt sad.
I have no idea why, but I woke up with a tear in my eye.

Edit: Oh yes, and:

"Dreams, they feel real while we're in them, right? It's only when we wake up that we realise something was actually strange." Inception.

One dream that comes to mind for me happened a couple years ago...I was living in an apartment with my ex-girl and her son

In the dream I woke up and there was a knock on the door, so I got up out of bed to answer it and it was some of her coworkers. They came in and started making themselves at home...making meals, drinkin the beers in the fridge and basically just hanging out and BSin and acting as if I wasn't even there. I was thinking, "what nerve these people have...wtf" Then I thought "This can't be real, it's too odd, this has to be a dream." So I thought of the "pinching thing" and I actually slapped myself in the dream and that woke me up.

So I sat up in bed and thought what an odd dream. Then there was a knock on the door, so I got up to answer it and it was some of my coworkers. They came in and started making themselves at home...making meals, drinkin, etc..... So I slapped myself in the dream and that woke me up.

So I sat up in bed and thought, "whoa....that was freaking weird". Then there was a knock on the door, so I got out of bed to answer it and it was some of our neighbors from the apartment complex. They came in and started making themselves at home...making meals, drinkin, etc.....So I slapped myself in the dream and that woke me up.

So I sat up in bed and thought..."W T F". Then there was a knock on the door. I was already thinking, no....not again. I got up and asked through the door, "who is it?" My girlfriend and her son answered, "it's us, open the door". I was relieved and opened the door and there they were, except they were black(they're actually white), with little afro's like some 70's retro flashback. She gave me a kiss and they came in and I was like "Honey, why are you black?" She says "What? We've always been black, what's wrong with you?" So of course I thought "No, this has still got to be a dream" Slapped myself and woke up in bed. I just sat there sweating, waiting for a knock on the door. I waited for a while and nothing. Then I slapped myself and nothing changed. I thought, "finally...I'm awake" I was so relieved to be out of that dream loop, it was starting to freak me out, even while I was still dreaming.

So I went to the front door and opened it, just to be sure no one was there. When the door opened instead of the hallway I was expecting to see, I saw a vast wasteland of rubble and smoking building foundations with no signs of life....just desolate bleakness stretching out to the horizon. Then I noticed movement somewhere to my side and when I looked I saw your typical flesh rotted slow walking zombies coming towards me, and I thought "You've got to be kidding me". Oddly enough at this point I didn't consider that it might be a dream, I just shut the door and ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed and started shaking my girlfriend awake yelling "Honey, we have to get out of here, there's walking dead outside." When she didn't respond i yanked the covers off of her and yup, she was a freaking zombie.

At this point I actually did wake up for real, wired and sweating. I looked at the lump under the covers next to me and was afraid to pull the covers down and just stared at her for a while.....she finally turned over and asked "what?" I was relieved but it still took about another hour before I convinced myself I was actually truly awake this time.

So I guess that qualifies as a weird dream

I had a dream I went back to high school because I had nothing better to do.

To be fair, I'm an unemployed college graduate, so I really don't have much to do.

my latest dream has been more of the same, yet this time on a heck of a scale...must've been when i slept in.

the dream started with me simply visualizing a shape...of sorts. a cylindrical device with pieces that came apart and rearranged themselves in different patterns. a loading screen for my dreams?

then i woke up to a heads up display being initialized in my view. the words on it were in that "9 point language" of mine, i was an pretty small space...an APC of sorts. there were other people, but they were wired into the walls of the APC, probably for drugs, or sleep, or other things. i get up to stand. i bump into one of those floating cylinders while its in mid motion, it rearranges itself, and a circular panel above it by two inches goes up(bit of smoke comes out, a sound of pressure relieveing is heard) and i look out of this hatch.

we are in the middle of a desert in this vehicle, we are actually in a vehicle that is secured on a floating train. i get up on top of the APC, it is stuck to the train by several traqezoidal columns, each with several glowing lines along it. i move to another compartment, still keeping an eye on the sand dunes around us. the compartment is a dead end, but is full of weapons. my HUD recognizes my gun by a little point with my picture, a number, and the text being blue as opposed to the rest being red. i wasnt me in that picture, it appeared to be a lizard like being, similar to the argonian, but with a bigger lower jaw. as i walked out of armory compartment i looked towards the sand. it began to churn, then rise up. a massive metal snake jumped out of the sand, its head looking like that cylinder piece, with the other pieces moving the sand out of its way.it jumped up, then went back into the sand. i un-hooked my rifle. the soldiers came out of their APCs, the above hatch, and a larger back hatch were used. people began to run past me to the armory, and the glowing blue lines along everything turned red. the soldiers snapped to positions after they got their rifles(maybe theirs armors computers told their muscles what to do or something) when that thing surfaced again, we all targeted one spot(or our armor optics did) and we all fired our weapons. our weapons fired thin blue lasers, mine was semi automatic, but most of the other peoples were fully automatic. the floating pieces on this mech snake exploded, and we watched as every segment exploded, including some under the sand. the train was still going. we all turned toward the armory at the same time and put or rifles up in a an orderly fashion. we all got back into our APCs and the lights went from red to blue again. and we went back to sleep.

when i woke up again. our APC was moving and everyone was more independent, unlike when we saw the snake. we also had our rifles on a floating stand that came out of the floor. I observed each of my squadmates:

the first one was a wolf man, i could tell by the picture that showed up when i looked at him, he was a "Light armor Destroyer" according to my HUD, and it showed in his armor. along the side of his torso were several spots for what looked like grenades or bombs, he had a medium sized shoulder piece on one side, and a light piece on the other. his weapon was a submachine gun, it looked like a more geometric version of the P90. his helmet had no visor to see his eyes, and was more like pyramid heads...head, but with blue lines going down it.

the second was a woman, a human at that. she was our Squad "Battlefield tactician" and he helmet showed that. her helmet matched the shape of her face, but had 2 lines going down the side of her face, which started at her eye. one line glowed blue, the other glowed yellow. the lines stopped at her mouth, and there were two little holograms where they were. her armor was basically the same as mine, except for her having a chain skirt. her rifle looked like the assault rifle from Halo.

the third was...a monster of some sort. his face was blank except for what looked like a tear straight through the middle, in that tear were eyes. several of them. his skin looked charred to me. he was the "Long Range Combat Specialist." a sniper by any other name. his helmet was blank except for holograms and lines where his eyes were. his rifle was connected to his shoulder and expanded out to make a shot, it looked like the M82A2.

the fourth was also a wolf man, but a bulkier, and had black fur. he was our "Heavy armor Destroyer" his armor was similar to the light armor destroyers, but it had more places for Ammo and grenades, as well as more plates. his rifle was held underhand like a minigun, but only had one barrel. his helmet was just a larger version of the light armored destroyers.

and there was me. the lizard man. "Tactical Combat Overseer". my helmet had a plate that covered my lower jaw, but i had the holograms over my eyes. my rifle was the same as the humans.

that hatch outside was behind me, it was split into 4 triangular pieces, when they opened, it would provide cover for someone on the top to provide fire, as well as be our ramp down onto the ground. we saw a map on our heads up displays of our battlefield. it was an urban area. we would have to go out of the APC, get into a large, pillar like structure, and clear our way to an above ground road so our vehicle could be dropped onto it, our vehicle destroyers would break any armor on that road before we could get our APC up there. the sniper will hold the area with all of us as we defended the area for that APC. the door opened....and all things went wrong. the buildings around us were full of robed soldiers, they were not our own, and their uniforms were just messy. they used machine guns, as opposed to our energy weapons. a machine gun nest was firing straight into our APC. i felt a bullet bounce off my helmet, it felt like a smack to my face. i shouted to return fire and pointed my arm at the nest. we all fired on the soldiers and began to clear the area around us, the sniper was still inside the APC when an armored construction plow slammed into the side of the APC, crushing the light armor destroyer that was on the other side. the Heavy destroyer jumped onto the plow and tore off the armored top and crushed the skull of the driver.

we began to take in the area much more clearly. the buildings around us were massive, and most were connected by ramps and aboveground roads that almost blocked out the sun. the buldings were of a design similar to the architecture of the 1940s, most of the windows were broken already, but we had broken many during the fighting. there were craters in the road, and now a broken plow. corpses and fire surrounded us all. good thing we couldnt smell anything. the Heavy trooper was holding the light armored troop, had his gun on his back, and was using the light soldiers SMG, the holograms on his helmet were red instead of blue. our sniper was limping towards my second in command, the human. She reluctantly helped move him into the pillar building. this building was entirely different on the inside. the hallways were rounded...and massive. we had plenty of room to move about. the hallways reminded me of white gold tower in Oblivion. the left side of the hallway showed what looked like a power center of the pillar. it was a massive beam of energy moving up, with stone pieces around it. we moved to the other end of the hallway without any problem to find it was an elevator. the human punched in the commands, and we flew up, and around, and up again until we got to where we needed to. we moved through another hallway to the next door. the door was easily twice my size. it was also made of 4 triangles, like our APC's hatch. the human opened the door by just staring at it for a couple seconds and we moved out onto the road we had to hold.

we got a good look at the skyline from up there. this city seemed to stretch on and on. there was another pillar like the one we were in at a good distance. i hadnt realized to even look up again until i saw that were skyscraqers that came down from the sky...they were held up by the pillars..on a massive shell around the planet. there was no sky...just more buildings. i looked ahead at the road. several tanks, most had trash on them and extra pieces of sheet metal, some had "War paint" on them. we moved towards a small sheet metal hut, our heavy destroyer put down the light soldiers corpse, hooked the SMG on his hip, and got the heavy rifle he had off his back. he jumped out from cover, in a somersault. in mid somersault he fired the rifle into a group of armed people wearing raincoats, or ponchos, or even kimonos that had sheet metal on them. the explosion from each shot rocked the road, and cause the hut to collapse, showing the rotting animal corpses inside, some werent even of this earth. the sniper picked up the light soldiers corpse and we moved to a group of highway dividers that were piled up into a wall. he put his corpse down and jumped onto the top of the wall, braced himself and fired his rifle a couple times. the human was on the side of the wall, firing, and going back into cover, and i was coordinating all their movements, watching them all. the heavy soldier was jumping around, back flipping, sliding, grinding on a broken tank barrel and firing on soldiers that had very little time to react to our attack, some ran at him with AKs, spraying rounds blindly, or running away, covered in blood. none escaped his anger. the sniper did a front flip off the wall and landed on a burning tank, still with a gaping hole from the explosive laser round the Heavy put into it. the human and I picked up the Light destroyer and moved up. after the sniper and heavy cleared the area we called the APC. we saw a beam of light come from above down onto where the APC was, it drew it up to our level, while a beam from the pillar behind us put the APC onto the road.

we put the light troopers body into the APC and hooked it up to several tubes which connected to his armor. it gave us a full anolysis of the wounds he sustained. 3 bullets got into the joints of his armor. his tail and several other joint plates, including his neck were crushed. a window on my HUD showed me these things. we closed up the APC and watched as our APC automatically performed its mission. pieces of armor from around the machine came off, floated out for a couple seconds and rearranged themselves around one of the power cylinders and assembled an artillery piece. we watched as it fired straight from the road down, and saw several other glowing shots come from places lower than us, some had higher trajectories, some came from above down onto several key areas that were selected for attack. we watched mushroom clouds rise from those areas. our Heavy troopers helmet came apart and he began to sing, with tears in his eyes. he Sang Ode to Joy in German. we all Joined him, holding our rifles up. it didnt sound right because we were missing a soldier for the chorus.

I had a weird one the other day, but I know why it's weird

before I went to bed I watched a movie called Joyuex Noel (fantastic Movie by the way, go watch it)

anyway that night I dreamt America went to war with North Korea, halfway through the war Kim Jong II runs through the battlefield brandishing a Christmas Tree and pants it in the middle of the battlefield, he then runs up to me and forces me to ice skate with him


yyyyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I've had some other really bizarre ones but I don't care to write them down right now

did he like, point an AKS at you? or what? was he still extremely short in that dream?

I have a lot of weird dreams, but here's one in particular.

I'm pretty sure I'm camping in a redwood forest; even though i live in Florida. I wake up and pack up my bags to go home. I walk along the trail untill I see a clearing about the size of an acre. The clearing is full of sawdust, and as I walk along the path, there are a few white tents; the kind for eating outside with my church, to my left. A large man walks up to me. He has a big burnt red beard and is rather husky. He hands me a wooden bowl full of some kind of salad with mushrooms, and then tells me to eat it. I do, and then continue along the path.

Now I'm in third person, and I am in a doctors office. I have come because I haven't been feeling well after eating the salad. The doctor declares that the cause is likely the hard boiled eggs in the salad. Then my view pulls out of the building entirely.

The view is first person again, and its outside an office building. The ground is white cement, as is the building. To my right there are two rows of palm trees, with a small waterway with bridges between. It looks like somewhere you would have a classy party, with dark marble around the palm trees, an fancy streetlights adoring the bridges. I'm wearing my fedora. Suddenly a gust of wind blows, but the palm trees don't move much. In my mind i yell More. More! and the wind picks up even more. Now I'm holding on to my hat for dear life, as I'm flying between the palm trees with only my hat keeping my aloft. I fall to the ground with my hat, outside of a tatto parlor with neon lights, in a seedy downtown like area.

Then I woke up.

Anyone else have dreams from when they were little that they still remember?

Mine are; the sweatshop dream, and my apocalypse dreams.

The sweatshop dream was the first time I'd ever been in a dream that I'd come to call hellish. I was in a sweatshop, being whipped and forced to work. Only the sweatshop was a hollow wheel of rusted metal. I was a kid when I dreamed this dream.

The earliest dream I can remember, though, was the one where the world was ending. All of it. The whole world was slowly unraveling. Color, dimension, all of it coming apart. It spread like a wave across the horizon. There was still part of the world that hadn't yet come apart, and upon the last, dying patch of dead white sky, there stood a rainbow. My mother was there with me and she told me it had been put there to comfort us- to give us hope. Noah was mentioned. For some reason, I wasn't afraid. I knew the world was over, and I would die, and I didn't know it was a dream, but I wasn't scared.

That dream has stuck with me to this day.

The only one I remember, which I've probably mentioned before in one of these dream threads, was when I dreamed I was a http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/movies/wallpapers/aliens-xenomorph.jpg with the power to turn invisible, indefinitely and at will. I was on the school playground (this was maybe...second grade?), hunting and killing the other kids. I don't remember any particular events or "storylines" beyond this, and then I woke up distraught because it was the coolest dream ever and I'd never have it again.

Rhekarid, I'm guessing you didn't have many friends at school.

Me neither, actually.

No dreams of mass murder, though. For some reason, I wasn't very competent in my dreams for a very long time. I guess I had major self-confidence issues, because I'd usually end up failing anything I dreamed of doing when I was little, including trying to kill some one. The only exception to that incompetence was exploring. I was good at finding hidden places by using House of Leaves styled geometry warping. Then I'd get lost.

Later in life, I've gotten into the habit of actually succeeding in dreams.

Damn. That's pretty freakin' powerful imagery, Def. :0
Let's see. Early dreams, you say? I'd probably have to go back and look at some of my dream journals for that; let's see which ones I can remember off the top of my head.

I can only remember fragments, but there was a dream I had as a child where I was wading hip-deep through these... I guess they were channels or canols, choked with water lilies. In places where the vegetation thinned enough to see the water underneath, I could catch glimpses of tiny golden fish darting around my legs. The sunlight was hot and golden and turned everything sharp- all golden light and deep, cool shadow. There were clay pots sitting around that had coils of some sort of thick, soft vegetarion draqed down their sides. I think they might have been baby tears. The pots had reliefs etched into them but I'll be damned if I can recall what they looked like. I think I was there with someone (I vaguely recall playing hide and seek, or something), but I don't know for sure.
(I think I was... ten or eleven when I had that one.)

There was another dream I had where I was in a schoolbus that went off the road. Turned out it was on the side of a cliff and we just sat there, teetering on the edge, the only thing keeping us from sliding into the bottom of this giant landfill-like pit being the people on either side of the vehicle (they acted like weights, I guess). And then we did finally wind up going into the pit, but I didn't care because I got to eat everyone's lunches.
...Yes, I had odd priorities as a kid.

Oh, yes, and then there were the Dr. Seuss dreams. God damn those were bizarre.
But his books taught me how to read, so I guess it was a fair trade. Or something. >.>

EDIT: Wait wait wait wait. I just remembered something.
When I was really small (like, four) I used to have nightmares about going to... wait for it... the hair salon. I was dead freaking certain the stylist was going to cut off my fingers with scissors. How the hell I got this idea in the first place, I have no clue. But because of the nightmares (oh, god, the chemical stench; the stylist's plastic, bleach-blond hair... that frozen demon grin... what year did Soundgarden come out with the music video for Black Hole Sun again?), my mom usually had to drag me kicking and screaming to get my hair cut.
I mean, seriously. Fingers? I could understand ears, I guess, but... fingers?

The last dream I remember was from around May, It was a Halloween Simpsons Episode, and it was old, because the animation was ca. 1993, and Bart & Lisa were searching for something, otherwise the sandpit would eat them (probably something to do with the Smarch, Willie dissappearing episode)

But my scariest dream was from when I was 6, it sounds rather comical, but Colonel Sanders was chasing me with a KFC drumstick, and a mallet. It was just Colonel Sanders' bust though, like it appears on the KFC logo. We were just in an endless black world, and never stopped running.

Earliest dream I remember was when I dreamed there was a gorilla in my vegetable patch. I have absolutely no idea why, and it was pretty scary.

my last dream was of me coming back from a day at a job of some sort(i needed a tie for my job apparently) to come back to an apartment. when i get in, i go to my bedroom and turn on the light. Lucrezia is on my bed, staring at me with that grin you see in my avatar. she gets up(without using her hands. i heard this cracking sound as she got up) and she began to walk toward me. i slammed the door on her face to hear another terrible crack. i look behind me, and there she is, maybe an inch away from my face(her nose would have been touching mine if i hadnt broken it with that door) she grabbed my to hug me, and all things went dark.

then i was in a therapists office. on the couch talking to this guy about "Demons that we all have" he is listening, nodding, and writing on his pad(in my thoughts, he is drawing a quail with a hatchet in its mouth) then i see Lucrezia peek out from the side of the couch at me. her smile is time is so wide the skin on the side of her mouth has torn open. i scream, roll out of the couch onto the floor, the therapist has jumped out of his chair and is staring at lucrezia. That demon is staring at me with that smile, walking towards me, i get up and the therapist says "You werent kidding Friend. I never thought i would have to do this, but i'll call for backup."

we walk towards a large glass screen on one side of his office. Lucrezia following behind me, moving her fingers across my body. the Therapist opens a conference with a doctor of some sort, he looks at us through the screen, drinking from a beer mug. he spits out all of his beer when he sees Lucrezia. he puts his beer down and runs over to a closet, brushing past several flintrock rifles, he gets out a book. the book has a cover made of stone, with the center being a stone circular piece. he takes off a necklace that has a cross, an ankh, a star of david, and a used .45s casing. he puts the casing on the front of the book, and the book unlocks. he puts a drawn picture of Lucrezia on the camera, showing us this demons history. it was an Aztec demon brought on the mortal plane to assassinate Cortez. we found there was no way to kill it with a firearm, but an obsidian dagger made to a certain dimension would hit enough points inside her body to kill her. pictures of the knife showed us this knife looked...awesome. I wallked home, not noticing that Lucrezia was nowhere to be seen.

Most of my dreams are usually either completely weird and make no sense in any capacity, or are just plain evil.

Examples of the former:

I had this dream when I was really young, just starting primary school. I dreamt that our class has been sent on a school trip, but it was a ruse just to get rid of us. We were all packed into plaster of paris cases, with just our faces exposed, then placed onto a conveyor belt that snaked for miles into a valley. At various points were guillotines, which would randomly drop to dispose of the naughtier children. I however managed to foil the unknown executioners, via the protection provided by a bucket placed on my head by some benefactor. Ha.

Once I dreamt that my housemate had become an extreme tight-wad, and refused to pay for more cleaning products than absolutely necessary, so he showered himself with Mr. Sheen, then proceeded to rub himself all over the furniture, to 'kill two birds with one stone', he proudly announces. Thankfully my brain spared me from any graphic, anatomical details.

Examples of the latter:

This was much more recent. I dreamt that I was walking through a park near where I used to live, but on closer inspection it was subtly different; a flower bed in the wrong place, a bench at the wrong angle. Then all the brickwork and grass in the area started to decay rapidly, like time-lapsed rotting teeth, and a new landscape is exposed. Several large stone sarcophagi are dotted around, carved with intricate designs of ivy and briers. Then, they start to writhe and move, coming away from the stonework. I look up, and a dark, oppressively large cathedral has appeared. The stained-glass windows shudder and swirl, the colours blending together to form a hypnotic vortex. Out of them float various figures, cloaked in many-coloured robes. They announce their presence as servants of the Dark One, and I just KNOW that the sarcophagi are full of demons. Stone scraqes against stone, and the lids slide off. I am proved right, and wake up, terrified.

The shop I used to work in had a pretty scary basemant, that always felt wrong somehow. One night, I had a very vivid dream that I was at the back of the basemant, looking for some stock or whatever. Suddenly, the doors slam shut, and a thick, oily smoke pours out of the masonry. It snakes about me like a predator waiting to strike. I hold my breath and dash for the door, knowing that I have but one lungful of air to make it out of harm's way. I shoulder barge the door open and then I wake up, right in the middle of my first asthma attack in over a decade.

Ugh past two nights were quite odd.
In a dream this weird guy was ease dropping on a conversation between me and some random woman and the guy got stuck. Then I was at a concert where you played an instrument with the keyboards of a laptop. Then there was me playing black ops hiding from VietKong and then the tunnel I was hidding from them turned dark and then I went to the end of this tunnel and opened the doors which looked like Vault tec door from Fallout. Outside the cave was it seemed to be rusted machinery in a bog and then I saw a boat in this bog or swamp you may call it and this boat had some Jamaicans on it. Yea odd dreams , but I liked them except one thing I am not going to say.

hmmmm...*puts on fancier glasses* now tell me about your mother...

I'm probably the only person here who has had a nightmare about a candle.

I've recently been having recurring dreams about failing my exams. It's not helping

http://xkcd.com/557/


The other night I dreamt I failed my GCSEs, which I finished five [censored] years ago.

D:



I still have dreams I'm back at school too. I had it so easy then, and I didn't appreciate it at all

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