Weird Dreams Thread

[LavenderMenace]

extreme autism warning

Spoiler: pokemon autism

i just woke up from a dream where i fell in love with raihan from SWSH SO hard. i usually despise him and he was his usual cocky self at the beginning of the dream but after i saved him from some rogue alakazam that was trying to fuck shit up we kind of bonded? and he bought stuff for me
then i called my (irl) friends in the dream and told them about how i finally know what love feels like
extra pl note that i hate romantic relationships/ the thought of being in one with a real human being
i don't fucking know man i'm posting this where i'm in that half-asleep delusion after a dream where i'm still trying to calculate it was a dream

i'm blaming @LavenderMenace for this. no reason why

 

[MysticLord]

When I lived in the Central Plains and Great Lakes, once or twice a year when tornado season was brewing I'd have The Tornado Dream. It's about what it sounds like.

 

[fishercat]

I have a pretty regular dream where I'm forced to go to my old high school. I never have a schedule, or any classes I'm supposed to take. I just wander into a class, sit down for a bit, remember that I graduated ages ago, then walk home. I have this dream like once a month.

 

[WebLurker]

Does anyone else have dreams where they're other people? As in, you "wake up" and you're someone else, somewhere else; and you be that person for several hours until your wake up irl in bed in your own body.

Anyone else get those kinda dreams?

 

[Picklechu]

I took a nap after watching football today, and had a dream where, among other things, a new religious movement called the "Church of Maleficent" was a thing, and it was a bunch of otherwise normal looking church buildings painted glow-in-the-dark green and there were always Maleficent cosplayers outside of it. The dream town I was in apparently had two of them. There was also a part where I was taking a shower in a locker room, and Katie Britt (a U.S. Senate candidate) barged in and got mad at me for taking too long.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I had a weird three part dream overnight where three clearly separate happenings were part of the same dream sequence.

In part one, I was asked to attend a church's finance committee meeting even though I wasn't a member there. To better fund their annual budget, they asked members to make one big donation a year instead making weekly donations. After the committee counted the money for their current annual collection, they discovered they were over $50,000 short for the coming year. The remainder of the meeting focused on ways to come up with the extra $1000 or so needed per week to balance the upcoming budget. After the meeting, I was offered "punch" to drink but declined when I learned it was really strong alcohol because I didn't want to drink immediately before driving home.

Part two featured me driving to visit a friend who apparently moved to a new house with his family. Nobody answered the door so I went to the back yard to see if they were there. I saw nothing except an odd patch of grass that looked like people were somehow driving through his yard. Careful inspection revealed that a side street that ended a few houses down may have continued through at one point in the past and all the neighbors on that block had gates set up to open their yards up and continue the street as a two-track grass alley which made no sense to me.

Part three partially tied in with part one. It started off with me playing cards with friends different that the ones I wanted to visit from part two. I was happy to see one particular person because I wanted to congratulate them on their newest job. I didn't recognize the card game we played, but one of the requirements was that participants place a distinct coin on the table to reflect who played in what sequence. It also seemed like the overall winner was allowed to take and keep all the coins. As I reached into my pocket and put a coin on the table, I recognized it as currency from the church in the first part of my dream, but I didn't understand how I had it in my pocket because I never handled any of the money. I woke up before we finished the game.

I never have a schedule, or any classes I'm supposed to take. I just wander into a class, sit down for a bit, remember that I graduated ages ago, then walk home. I have this dream like once a month.

I've had this experience in a number of my own "back to high school" dreams where I have no idea what my daily schedule is supposed to be. In most of these situations, if not all, I find myself going to one particular classroom because I had a number of classes with that particular teacher and I'm convinced one of two things will happen: (1) I will have her class whatever it happens to be that period, or (2) she will give me a pass to the counseling office with no questions asked so that I can get my schedule.

 

[The Littlest Shitlord]

I took a short nap and had the weirdest dream. I was talking to a horrifying-looking man who was so creepy and disturbing that I would seriously be wondering if I was being attacked by a literal demon, except that the conversation was so utterly nerdy and nonthreatening. He had the palest skin imaginable, and very small or absent nose, and his head was strangely bulbous, and his eyes were too far up and too far apart. His eyes were round, had enormous pupils, and the narrow ring of iris visible was rainbow-colored. He actually reminded me somewhat of Voldemort, when contemplating the dream after waking up. Or of the phrase "rainbow serpent", which is apparently some sort of Aboriginal god or mythical being.

But his horrifying nature was greatly offset by the topic of conversation: I was telling him about a tabletop role-playing game I was developing, and rather than being bored, he was asking questions. I was saying something about weaponskills, and he asked for clarification, so I was explaining how they were loosely based on the Final Fantasy XI weaponskill system, and he asked if there were any weaponskills that increased your strength. I said yes, there were a few like Moonlight and Starlight (which restore MP), but most of them were direct damage attacks.

 

[Alabaster Disaster]

I used to have super vivid dreams all the time in my teens, and I lucid dreamed way more frequently back then too. Both happen less often now, and I've no idea why except to chalk it up to the hormone cocktail my body would have been constantly brewing at the time. The dreams I do remember are often mundane and not worth talking about. And when I do realize I'm in a dream, the lucidity doesn't last; once I decided to test whether I was dreaming by trying to levitate. I floated all the way up to the ceiling but hit my head on it and didn't go through. From this, I concluded I must not have been dreaming after all.

What follows is a notable exception from a few years ago. Not lucid, but both vivid and memorable.

Spoiler: Mucho texto

The real life context is that my last living grandparent--my mom's dad--had been in declining health for some time and had taken a turn for the worse. I had thought I was handling it okay but apparently my psyche had some stuff to work through.

I remember feeling a sensation of cold against my skin and I "woke up" on the concrete floor of my basement. I had no idea how I'd gotten there and was trying to orient myself and come up with an explanation while battling a cyclone of fear. Had I suddenly started sleepwalking? Couldn't I have been seriously hurt? Do I have some kind of medical issue? I stood and made my way toward the stairs, and felt a severe sense of vertigo. My knee buckled and I started falling, watched helplessly as the concrete floor rushed toward my skull and my arms wouldn't move to catch my fall. I clenched my jaw and hoped for temporary damage.

At what should have been the moment of impact, I flinched and found myself standing bolt upright again. This time, in a new location: the basement of the house my grandfather had been living in since the 50s. There was very little light but I recognized the layout instantly. This place was 60-odd miles from where I had just been standing, yet it never occurred to me that I had to be dreaming. I headed upstairs to find help, unsure of how I'd explain how I'd gotten there.

I opened the door leading upstairs and it was suddenly full daylight. I also saw there were dozens of people in the house, milling around in groups of two or three having conversations. I didn't recognize anyone at first so I went room to room looking for a familiar face; everyone moved to make way for me but didn't give me any particular consideration while doing so. Like moving past strangers in a grocery store aisle or something. At some point I moved past a bathroom door and noticed two younger males pawing through the medicine cabinet. The indignant rage I felt when I saw this; I think I'd have attacked them but I was worried someone in this crowd would get caught in the middle. Instead I stood in the doorway and told them both they had to leave. They instantly stopped and tried to move past me, but I pointed at the window and told them they had to go out that way since they didn't know how to act. I still have no idea what I meant by this but the people nearby rewarded me with polite chuckles and scattered applause. They clambered out the window, I headed to the front porch to make sure they were actually leaving.

When I got outside I spotted them both, then one drew a gun and started firing. I went to run back inside and felt a huge amount of force against my shoulder. Inside was now empty. I ran back to the basement and stumbled, nearly fell, down the stairs. At the bottom I leaned against a wall and looked at my shoulder. The flesh had been pulped, and hung in ragged strips. I waited to either bleed out or to be found and finished off.

At that point a figure stepped out of the dark. I'll describe it as best I can. It was humanoid, extremely gaunt. I could see there was something like a human skeletal structure under its paper-white skin. Ribcage, pelvis, protruding spine, all the usual things you'd see in, for instance, a severe case of anorexia. It walked with slightly bent knees and had no feet, the legs just ended in nubs. The arms were similar, with long fleshy points rather than hands at the end of its wrist joints, and it held its arms bent in front like a praying mantis. It had jaw-length black hair which actually looked neatly combed and styled, and a somewhat feminine facial shape in that the chin was a small, delicate point, hence I thought of it as a "she." The only facial features were large, completely black eyes and a wide mouth with dozens of long, pointy teeth. However when the mouth closed there was no visible trace of an opening..

She stalked over towards me and knelt down next to me, and began manipulating the flayed remains of my shoulder. I could see she was putting me back together, so to speak, fusing the pieces back in place. While she worked she began communicating with me, seemingly placing thoughts and impressions directly into my brain. She told me she recognized me, she remembered me from when I was smaller, and she used to watch me play in this basement. She had been living there a long time, but since the Old Man was leaving it was time for her to leave too. She finished up and my wound was totally restored, like it had never happened. She then made me understand that before she left she had a question for me, which I couldn't help but answer honestly since she'd be reading my instinctive reaction to it. And if she didn't like my "answer" she was going to kill me. At this she split her mouth open in a grin and I could see the teeth glistening with viscous saliva.

This is when I woke up, half expecting a phone call from my mom telling me that my grandfather was dead. But no, it actually came the day after that.

 

[AnOminous]

I used to do lucid dreaming deliberately for a while, because I had a period where my dreams were deeply disturbing to the point of fucking up my waking life, so I just did some of the usual tricks to trigger them so that whenever I could recognize something I didn't like in a dream, I would know it was a dream and just either deliberately wake up or use some superpower to avoid or defeat whatever boogeyman was bugging me.

It was disturbing enough it just almost seemed malicious, like a part of my own mind was attacking me. I stopped deliberately lucid dreaming after a lucid dream where I literally had a conversation with my subconscious and agreed that if it would quit fucking with me, I would quit fucking with it, too.

I still have dreams that if put on paper would look pretty disturbing but they don't bother me. No more of those where I was afraid to sleep for days afterwards, though. Those literally stopped instantly.

The one really guaranteed way to detect whether you're in a dream is every time you see something in writing, look away, then look back and read it again. Whatever part of your brain does dreams is really shit on handling that and it won't stay the same.

Even just wondering if you're dreaming is usually enough to trigger it, although I have even fairly recently had dreams where I woke up from a dream and then was discussing the dream with someone else, even though I never do that irl. Nobody gives a fuck about your dreams irl.

 

[Picklechu]

Dreamed that my storage unit, which is well over 100 miles away, was somehow moved to the parking lot of my apartment complex. I was looking out the window at it, and a bunch of people that I hate were taking all of my stuff out of it. Rather than actually doing anything about it, such as stopping them or calling the cops or something, I just paced around and got pissed off. After awhile, I ended up gathering up a bunch of random shit in dozens of Walmart bags, and apparently left.

I went to what was seemingly the dentist, but they weren't doing normal dentist things, and had me laying face-down on a table for most of the appointment. Once it finished, they had me fill out a form that asked a bunch of completely irrelevant questions, like if I was currently in the process of selling a house, if I had eaten any Little Debbie snack cakes recently, and other stuff like that. I handed it to the dentist, who had shifted from being a woman to being a man, and started to gather up my Walmart bags as the next people, a man and a kid, walked in.

The man asked if the kid could have something (I can't remember what) from one of my bags, and I told him no. The kid picked up another bag, which was apparently full of different kinds of potato chips, and started opening them before I snatched it away. These people continued to be annoying and somewhat aggressive, and for whatever reason, I couldn't actually finish gathering my things no matter how much I tried.

At some point, it had shifted from being a dentist office to being a house. As I continue arguing with them and telling them to fuck off, the man says something or other implying that God lives in Florida, which he discovered through the Book of Mormon, and I tell him that he's insane. He starts to try and explain because of some sort of pattern he'd discovered with translations, excluding various sign languages, of the word "prophet" is how he came to his conclusion, but I was ignoring him and trying to grab all of my bags.

The person who owned the house then walked in, and decided that he wanted to turn it into a Mercury and Lincoln dealership. He waved his arms at different walls, and they all started to transform. I think I may have finally gathered all of my shit at this point, but then I woke up.

 

[AnOminous]

Anyone have any recurring themes in dreams? I think the worst I have is living in an entirely dead world, as in, there is nothing alive any more. At all. There are still some humans, and we're desperately trying to ignore that literally nothing exists any more.

 

[The Littlest Shitlord]

Anyone have any recurring themes in dreams? I think the worst I have is living in an entirely dead world, as in, there is nothing alive any more. At all. There are still some humans, and we're desperately trying to ignore that literally nothing exists any more.

I used to have dreams all the time where I accidentally wandered into someone else's house or other private property and wasn't welcome, but I somehow couldn't leave because I had lost all sense of direction. As I kept wandering through the same area over and over again while repeatedly claiming that I was trying to leave, not surprisingly people starting getting pissed off at me, and eventually it always led to a fight.

All the people fighting me were always super strong, such that they could knock me out or kill me with one punch. But they weren't good at actually hitting me. So they kept missing and I kept hitting. But no matter how brutally I beat and maimed them, they'd always get right back up a short time later no worse for wear, and more pissed than ever. So I'd be getting more and more anxious because I knew that if I couldn't put them down and keep them that way, they'd eventually hit me and kill me, and this rising anxiety would always wake me up.

 

[Baby Jane Hudson]

I've been having nightmares lately. Earlier this week I dreamed about zombies and being chased by them. They wanted to bite me and turn me into one.

Last night I had a horrible dream. In it I was watching a movie with a bunch of 90's tv stars in it that were riding around in a house boat that could fly. They'd travel around to different places. They ended up in this town where this man lived with his wife and 3 kids. He worked for the CIA and some foreign agent infiltrated his home and was holding the family captive and torturing them, but they had to continue life as normal (like go to work and school). At one point, the youngest child approaches the 90's tv stars on their house boat and asks them if she can go with them to get away. The couldn't understand what she was saying because the foreign agent had removed all her teeth. But they took her onboard and away they went.

I woke up feeling really disturbed after that dream, more so than the zombie dream.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

Anyone have any recurring themes in dreams? I think the worst I have is living in an entirely dead world, as in, there is nothing alive any more. At all. There are still some humans, and we're desperately trying to ignore that literally nothing exists any more.

The biggest recurring theme I've had with dreams is trying to find the exit from a mall or other building only to discover every hallway leads to another hallway with no sign of an exit out of the building. In some cases, I end up in a dead end with no apparent way to backtrack. In others, I'm being pursued endlessly by people for no apparent reason as if they've been zombified and ordered to chase me until I give up or get too tired to run away from them.

As a kid, the recurring theme in many of my dreams was discovering secret passages in places such as the neighborhood school or my grandma's house that led to new playrooms or places of adventure.

 

[KifflomKween]

Does anyone else have dreams where they're other people? As in, you "wake up" and you're someone else, somewhere else; and you be that person for several hours until your wake up irl in bed in your own body.

Anyone else get those kinda dreams?

Yes, and shapeshifting. I get those a lot.

 

[Cryonic Haunted Bullets]

Anyone have any recurring themes in dreams? I think the worst I have is living in an entirely dead world, as in, there is nothing alive any more. At all. There are still some humans, and we're desperately trying to ignore that literally nothing exists any more.

Computers as oracles, or portals between worlds. I once had a dream that was just me sitting at a computer, looking through a folder full of spreadsheets that documented past dreams.

Being punished by older women, and annoyed by younger ones.

My parents being impartial to horrible things, or else not caring enough to make a difference.

 

[AnOminous]

The biggest recurring theme I've had with dreams is trying to find the exit from a mall or other building only to discover every hallway leads to another hallway with no sign of an exit out of the building.

I went into one of these a bit above that usually just ends after being annoyed for a while, but sometimes gets really dark, where the neighborhood starts getting sketchier and sketchier, the only people are gray zombie-like things that aren't hostile but creepy, or worse, starts deteriorating entirely until there is nothing but rubble with no intact structures.

Also annoying dreams where my phone isn't working for whatever reason. In a recent one of these, I'd somehow cracked its screen, then it started making a squealing noise and smoking, then flew across the room and exploded. For some reason this didn't weird me out, I was like yeah, whatever, it's under warranty.

 

[Duke Nukem]

I had a lucid dream where I was chained to a table surrounded by a family of cannibals. They were like a 1950s white America Leave it to Beaver family if I remember correctly, and cutting out parts of me to eat at the dinner table.

It felt so real I wasn't sure for a minute if any of my organs were missing, but I'm all right.

 

[Cats]

I keep having nightmares where i am suffocating and there is a wheezing, gasping noise coming from every direction, and before I die of asphyxiation I wake up to find that I have been shoving my face into my pillow with my hands and actually trying to suffocate myself and the wheezing noise I was hearing was me in the real world. i dont know why i keep trying to kill myself in my sleep, I am not unhappy.

 

[Hellspawn]

I'm no stranger to weird dreams, just recently I logged in to KF and got something like 100 notifications. Some of them were hostile profile posts calling me faggot, cuck, sick fuck, retard, creep, rot in hell, the occasional JULAAAAY. Someone wrote in disappointment that they thought I was OK. The rest were mentions in a thread that comprehensively listed everything about me. People were dialing my home number and spamming my social media accounts.

It was honestly terrifying. I blame this nightmare on myself for creating a KF account. At least it wasn't real, right? Was it?