The weirdest dream I have ever had was that I was somehow a vampire, and I went on a school field trip to south america and all the sudden i was in the barbershop in the MW2 map "Favela" and I was older/taller than the rest of the kids on the field trip with me, and the sky was red sort of like when your near an oblivion gate, and someone said that gargoyles were coming, and I could see them in the distance. then all the sudden I said "I know what I must do" and in my dream (i think I might have done this in real life while I was dreaming) I roared really loud and jumped out the window and turned into some flying creature, and started shooting candy bars and candy canes at the gargoyles.

You spell weird wierd.



I dreamt in blocks after playing too much Minecraft.

I had a dream where I was dreaming. At first I was casually dreaming, then I thought to myself "this is a dream." Then I started to think, "Wait, I just felt something (which I do sometimes, probably just a carry over from reality)" and started to think I wasn't dreaming. Then I woke up.

Then you all died of boredom and began to wonder when this Expresate guy will get banned and stop making these stupid posts.

(Yes, I know you're wondering while you're dead. Zombies. The lot of you.)

Most of my dreams are furious/violent, like last night I had a dream I got furious for some reason than I punched my mom's room's wall and when I was walking away she flipped out on me because I broke the window (which I did not hit, but I guess it somehow broke) and than her and I were in a fight for the rest of the dream (not a fist fight, a typical family fight). And in some dreams, I just kill a lot of people :gun:

I could write many book of my weirdest dreams. I haven't had a "normal" (as in not disturbing, violent or distressing in some manner) in ages.

Last morning.... I was at some weird gym which was more like a maze. Everything was hazy and there was dust floating in the air all over the place. It was full of people though. I was practising something aikido like martial arts when suddenly the whole situation nauseatingly twisted around, like I was in a washing machine, and when things settled, I was sitting on the floor and there were people gathered around me. My skull got removed above the eyebrows - at this point I got some weird out of body experience and moved to watch and operate my own brain. We separated the left and right brainsections, twisted them off of eachother forming a canyon between, to see what's in there. With tweezers we then started picking out bullets from there (there were some sharp, serrated edges that grabbed some of the brainmatter along, but it looked like cotton), different shapes and sizes all in good condition, and laughed how amazing this was and I said something like "I'm glad there wasn't anything else". Then the guy beside me pulled a rifle round from there, and said with a serious face: "This.... This is old."

Then the dream changed to something different I can't remember.

It did make me wonder. Probably sheer coincidence, and that missing girl had been in the news about two years ago as well, but it did send something of a chill down my spine when I saw it on the news. Makes me wonder about some of my other dreams. I kept dreaming about this sort of bazaar in the city, where murders, espionage and the like happens, and I looked it up on google earth, apparently it does exist, though a fair bit different from the one in my dream.


I had another one where I was a sort of, erm, Midshipman on a ship that sat very low in the water, with a large window at the bow around which the officers in 18th century garb clustered, while in the stern, 20 or so men sat working the oars like on a galley. It was named HMS Bello, which is Latin for war. At one point I fell in the sea and had a punch up with a guy in a green frock coat, I stole all the gold braid off his coat and he sort of lost consciousness.

I thought the vessel looked cool, so I made a http://i485.photobucket.com/albums/rr212/Qeros/bz3.jpg, its been my background for a week now.

That's pretty badass.

Hrm. You know, once, I had a dream that was basically a how-to of making yourself into a ghost after you die.

I don't really remember my dreams ...

But they're most are weird or just memorable such as nightmares and dreams that should have been nightmares but I turned it around.

Those damn zombies think they can kill me? [censored] them, I just got an axe in my hand and started chopping heads.

You had a dream where you were Qui-gon jinn?

That can't have been to difficult. Just die and don't be happy about it? Or is it like, lich level complexity, find x item, build a phylactery, sacrifice a cow?


The etherial tend to leave my dreams alone, except when they're killing my hot babysitters. I did have one where everyone in town was being turned into a sort of zombie, by these disembodied heads, that if you made eye contact with them, sort of rushed at you and you became a zombie. It ended with my family and a group of about 30 survivors hiding in my uncle's house, with the curtains drawn, with the zombies and the heads pressed up against the glass, and what would appear to have been Doctor Who, screaming, "Don't look at them! Don't look at them! " over and over.

For some reason it feels like I've read this before....

I've had dreams that were sort of "psychic". Once I had a dream where all my lego guys were surrounding a dead bird, apparently being very sad and taking their hats off and stuff. Then that day I was riding my bike and some people were gathered around a dead bird in the middle of the street I live on.

Its a repost from July.


You bastard! My room is full of lego people. Watching me....

That is creepy though.

Actually, it's between those two extremes.

Before I go any further, I'm gonna say that I obviously don't think this works and won't try it out any time soon. All this information came from a book in my dream. Here goes:

First off, you'll have to want to not pass on to whatever's next after life(my dream didn't go into detail of what it was). Most ghosts are made on accident, and they usually died in a violent and painful way which caused them to not want to pass on because they were so caught up in the situation they didn't notice they were dead (according to my dream) or they had something to do that prevents them from going forth. So what you've got to do first is have the right mindset, or ethereal you just won't "stick" to this world. It'll slip away. Now, just not wanting to pass on isn't enough, obviously, or ghosts would be everywhere. Most of the in-depth stuff comes in to try and make the correct environment so your ethereal essence can "stick." It involves some fire/ice and some water, and killing yourself in such a manner as to have a kind of residual spiritual energy after you're dead.

Apparently, the law of conservation of energy also works on souls, you're also gonna have to feed your ethereal body somehow if you actually want to be able to do something. This involves subtle manipulation of the environment in your ethereal form to try and feed off of the souls of the living (amazingly, you don't actually eat the soul, at least not if you have any morality at all; you feed off of what souls produce).

Yeah, my dream went into some detail. It was pretty interesting, if not obviously fictional. OR IS IT? :ninja:

Either way, I'm certainly not killing myself oto find out.

Nuh uh! I predicted it, lol.
I think I might have posted a thread about weird dreams, because I always have dreams that come true, in a creepy sort of way.

So you're a sort of parasite, feeding on soul-blood? Amazing what the unconscious mind thinks of sometimes, isn't it?

Is that a serious question?
Almost everyone I know has dreamed and realized that they dreamed, but not remember one second of it. It happens all the time. You know you dreamed because you remember something that just happened, you just don't know what you remember. It's like..you know you dreamed the instant you wake up, but can't recall it at all. It's very common. :shrug:

Not soul-blood; strong emotions and also the stuff generated when a guy dies and passes on. Or you can bind people who die to you to drastically increase your strength, but you start becoming a demon or demon-like entity.

I [censored] you not, there was a text-book in my dreams about how to become a ghost.

EDIT: This of course, is directed at Turns-The-Page.

Yesterday I dreamed I was in my kitchen, turns out i actually was in my kitchen and I wasn't dreaming, I was just really tired and thought it was a dream.

It was freaking awesome.

That sounds really sinister. :cold: I believe you about the book though, I once dreamt an entire play up, that I forgot 90% of by the time I woke up.

Trust me, it's not that sinister compared to the guy who gave me the book. His name's Mustache man, because he has a mustache. He's a dark wizard, I think, who's popped up in various dreams. He's mostly harmlessly misanthropic, and he entrusts me with his magical stuff some times. Probably 'cause he could kill me if I misused them.

Also I got a weird "advertisemant" for a magical ring in one of my dreams.

If I play Fallout 3 for a long time, I dream about the game. My husband woke me up the other night because I was laying on top of him, dreaming about taking stimpaks and fighting super mutants.... So I suppose that's not to weird.

Ahahahahahahahahaha. :3


...The reason for that laughter should be obvious to anyone who's ever heard me talk about my dreams.
Suffice to say, they are bizarre in an unconventional way.
But strange?
Oh yes.
Ohhhhhhhh yes.

I've actually been cataloging them for years; thinking of putting them together into a story of some sort.
I could post some here if you like.

Chances are several of you have heard them before, but hey. It's better than just posting "Today I hung out at the tea gardens. Today I visited my sister. Today I sabotaged someone's prototype. Today I stood in at a meeting. Today I received my new orders", which is what most of my dreams are like: totally banol 'a day in the life' vignettes.

Wait, you've got a sister in your dream world?

If I play Alpha Centauri til 4AM, I see gridmaps and city population widgets and formers in my dreams, like fevered geometric puzzles. Then I start to see a deeper subtext to the images, and that grey domed UoP city becomes a metaphor for social failure, the contours of the continent, a symbol of anger and frustration. You play the game for long enough, and it plays itself. You become a geomancer, deriving arcane codes and meanings from the movements of the little sprites.

Ssssssort of. By 'sister', I don't mean related by blood; I mean 'very close friend'.
I do this with my actual close friends, too- we call each other 'sis' (or 'bro' if male) all the time.

She's a few years older than I am and is in the same line of work; the only difference is that when I went corporate, she stayed independent. We stay in touch; help each other out. Make sure no toes get stepped on. That kind of thing.
She's pretty cool. :3

(...Her name is Rakka, by the way.)