Weird Dreams Thread

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?
I used to have those types of dreams kind of often, whenever I used to be super active on another forum. I was always afraid of fucking up horribly and having all the good friends I have made in the time I was in the community kick me right out. I guess I've stopped caring about it too much though, the last time I had a dream like that was around 2 years back.

Also I hope you rot in hell you sick fuck >:(
 
Had a dream that I was in some weird building that was apparently my house. Some trashy rednecks lived next door. I think it was in front of an evil forest. The janitor who cleans the building my IRL office is in was skulking around outside, but something was wrong with him, and if he got close to a window, the glass would disappear. His arms would then stretch like Mr. Fantastic and try to grab me; the only way to stop him when he did this was to breathe fire on him, which I could apparently do. Eventually, he got into the ceiling and continued to try and grab me as I went about my day, and every time, I'd stop him with fire breath. I can't remember a lot of specifics, but the dream went on like that for a very long time, and eventually ended outside of my weird house.
 
The weirdest of my recent dreams saw me back in high school and a member of the cross country team.

In spite of my disinterest in distance running, I was excited in-dream to participate in my first-ever cross country meet and I told myself what place I finished in didn't matter so long as I didn't get injured or disqualified before the race was over. As it was, I must have been a late addition to the team because I didn't have a team uniform like my teammates had. Instead, I wore athletic shorts, a plain t-shirt with my school name on it, and the bib labeled with my race id number.

The weird happenings began once the race started. Early in the race, the course went through a building where people could pick up various jackets and zip-up tops on the run if they wished. I had no idea if this was intended to be swag provided by the host, or something to have in case the weather got bad during the race. I figured grabbing and wearing a jacket on the run would only slow me down, so I ran past the tables without getting anything.

Once the race resumed outside, the course turns weren't marked as they would ordinarily be. So, runners were at the mercy of the runners in front of them to know when, where, and how to turn. It sucked for those runners who had nobody in visual range that they could rely on to help stay on-course.

There was another stop at what looked like an elementary school playground where runners could pick up a piece of earthenware-style memorabilia. I saw one that looked interesting to me, so I did my best to grab it on the run without being slowed down by those who stopped running to rummage through the various pieces in search of one they particularly liked or wanted.

The race then continued with the course running between what looked like a European castle and a beachfront. There were people spectating on the beach, but they didn't react when runners passed by. I woke up at this point, so I have no idea if I ever finished the race or how well my team did.
 
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I just woke up from a dream where Alex Jones was my history (or whatever made up class) teacher in high school and he was cool and reasonable.

Me: Fiddling around with some art shit in my notebook.
AJ: "That looks pretty cool. I see your not done with your assignment yet."
Me: "Sorry. I can't really focus right now."
AJ: "That's fine. Class is almost over anyway. Just get it done by tomorrow. You can find what you need on the site." (A Canvas ripoff featuring Alex Jones)

And then I go home to find my house trashed because my sister let in some of her druggy friends and their pet lizards in huge tanks, and the place is foggy and smells like piss.
 
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Was chased by local meth heads with really ridiculously heavy ordinance (a swear, one had a genuine panzerfaust...). Got home to the trailer, tried to level my own actual shotgun at them, but for some reason nothing would come out.
 
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Went to bed early last night because of all the driving I had to do today, but I ended up waking up at 3 AM because I dreamed that someone rammed me with a car, which I felt, and sent me flying over the edge of a parking deck. I fell several stories, possibly screamed "I'm fucking dead" as I fell, and hit the ground, which I also felt. My left eye popped out of its socket, and I was severely injured and knew that I was going to die. Then I woke up.

I hadn't had a dream where I'd fallen and actually hit the bottom for a few years.
 
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Went to bed early last night because of all the driving I had to do today, but I ended up waking up at 3 AM because I dreamed that someone rammed me with a car, which I felt, and sent me flying over the edge of a parking deck. I fell several stories, possibly screamed "I'm fucking dead" as I fell, and hit the ground, which I also felt. My left eye popped out of its socket, and I was severely injured and knew that I was going to die. Then I woke up.

I hadn't had a dream where I'd fallen and actually hit the bottom for a few years.
I used to have so many dreams that I just flat out killed a dude with my car
 
I'm always having boring dreams set in the mundane modern world.

Is there a way to make it so they're more interesting?
 
I'm always having boring dreams set in the mundane modern world.

Is there a way to make it so they're more interesting?
Some dreams are prophetic. If you have dreams that are from your future, and your dreams are boring, it is because you live a boring life. Try being more interesting.

That, or try taking high-dose vitamin K2 and avoiding fluoride to decalcify your pineal gland, which produces natrual melatonin; higher melatonin often results in more vivid dreams. (There are also melatonin supplements, but most of them are shit because the tablet pressing process actually destroys the melatonin. Fix your pineal gland instead.)
 
I had a dream the other day about going back to my old job but an hour before my shift a bunch of my teeth fell out. Shit was wild, I vividly recall the feeling of pulling a tooth out because it was very very loose, and it along with a bunch of my molars ended up falling into my hand with it.

I brushed and flossed extra well that following evening.
 
Dreamed that I was in what appeared to be a desert, and I got into what I assume was an elemental magic battle with a group of people. I had the idea to turn the sand into thousands of tiny glass needles and hurl them at them. I apparently lost a few times, but every time I did, I would rewind time to try again.

Afterward (I assume it was the same dream), I was in a house, and I apparently had captured one of them. I was discussing how to get some sort of information out of her with a person in another room, then I went back in to continue the interrogation. She was supposed to be blocked from using her powers, but she somehow pulled out a tiny brush coated in dark blue "space dust," which was apparently extremely dangerous. I struggled with her to get rid of it, and she was trying to get the dust in her mouth and on me. After a few minutes of yelling for the other person to come help me, they finally did, and we were able to subdue her. I then told her to sleep, which made her fall asleep instantly.
 
I had just woken up from a dream within a dream and saw writing on the wall that wasn't there before. I've had this happen in real life before, but the letters were hazy and I couldn't read them, and they disappeared within a minute of waking up. This time, I was still dreaming and I could read them and they were messages from God that were relevant to my life. One of them was telling me that I didn't need to be in such a hurry.

Another time in the same night, I had another dream where I was reading a piece of journalism where somebody else's sins were revealed to me in the past tense. It was about the history of 4chan; Moot was approached by a man named Jeremy Chatham, offering the free services of some corporate people as mods provided that he didn't ask too many questions. "Don't ask them if they supported trans rights in high school, for instance."

He accepted, and this was how the "cathedral"/"establishment" got a foothold in censoring and controlling 4chan. I can't remember when this supposedly happened, although it might have been 2012 or 2014. I don't know who Jeremy Chatham is either, I'd never heard of him before. I have no idea what I am supposed to do with this information. @Jaimas, have you heard anything about this?

This actually wasn't the first time I was hearing about someone else's sins as if on the news or in a magazine in a dream, but I didn't write the first one down. All I can remember was that it was months ago, and it was about some big Democratic donor who was actually a gay pedophile who had raped and murdered a pair of boys, about 9 and 10 or so. I can't remember his last name, but it was real unusual, I think was 6 letters long, and it might have had an x or a z in it. Again, I had no idea what I was supposed to do with that information, so I didn't do anything.

Last night, I was first dreaming that I was playing Final Fantasy XI (the first Final Fantasy MMORPG), and there weren't very many other people still playing (which is realistic, it's about 20 years old now and actually predates World of Warcraft). There was some system where you could get "Aratama Points" that let you draw upon this pink energy for a very temporary boost of power, but the points were given out in extremely small amounts at highly irregular intervals; you could only get them when the developers ran a special event where you had to find the location of the energy based on a clue, and you were competing for it with the other players. The developer responsible for it was saying that this was because this energy represented your knowledge. I had got it once and was rewarded with a single digit number of points, enough to get a handful of items.

I don't remember what all of them were now, but there were things like an expendable item that made your next offensive spell auto-hit for full effect (all of the target's magic evasion rolls would auto-fail), and there was a potion I had that gave you an overall power boost for like 3 minutes. For how hard it was to get, it was kind of underwhelming really but the bonuses stacked with absolutely everything else so you could theoretically only reach the very highest levels of power by using the system.

Then it segued to an interview with some scantily-dressed large-breasted cosplayers hired by Square-Enix for official Final Fantasy XI events who were dressed as mithra (the catgirl race from the game). They were being interviewed because they had been inflating their breasts for the show, and this resulted in them being injured. I think they might have been interviewed because they were suing Square-Enix or something. (Square-Enix, in real life, never did any kind of shows with costumed performers like that.)
 
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I had this dream where I was in the basement of this facility and there were lots of pipes and wires about and everything was piss yellow because of the lighting. I was with this group and we were doing a test on one of the machines that was experimental. Everyone is getting more nervous the more we continue on and I get this instinct to not be in the back corner of the room because something bad is going to happen there. I little while later there's arguing and in the back corner behind one of the machines, the floor collapses in a sinkhole and something is glowing in the hole. Everyone bails except for me and this other dude as we try to figure out what the glow is without getting to close to it. I eventually bail and run up the staircase as fast as I can because I think the whole building is going to collapse. Suddenly I'm outside and in a helicopter circling over the whole facility. The pilot shows me the area where the building was damaged, and it looks like the walls are barley clinging together with rebar and wires in one corner and the hills next to it look depressed into the ground. They tell me that whatever was down there was extremely toxic and that we all could have died down there. We still don't know what it is though.

TLDR: I dreamed of the Chernobyl accident.
 
I had this really weird one early this year that still freaks me out whenever I think about it. I was just lying in bed on my side and it was still dark outside. I couldn't move at all. Out of nowhere, it started feeling like something was leaning on my other side. Eventually this... thing put its hand on top of mine, and it both looked and felt like a baby doll's. Eventually I was somehow able to move right before it ended - I moved onto my back and was greeted to a shadowy, baby-ish figure holding onto me.

What's even freakier is that I was on my back once I woke up from the dream.
 
I had a weird one last night. Wish I would have written it down when I woke up because I'm having trouble remembering details.

My dad and I walked into my ex gf's house and there was a dead body on the floor. Not my ex, just some random woman. A cop walked in and dragged the body to the backyard. Me and my dad kept telling the cop that he needed to call for backup or investigators or whatever, but he refused to do it. Then he propped the body up against the garage and finally called in the medical examiner who ended up being Alex Cabot from the first seasons of Law & Order SVU. All three of us got into a 90s Cadillac sedan and left.

I gotta stop watching true crime shows.
 
I've been dreaming a lot about being stuck on sinking/sunken ships recently, which is weird since I honestly cannot remember ever having dreamed about ships in general. From suffocating instantly to being stuck in a sunken shipwreck with people for weeks (those long-ass dreams always disorient me so much when I wake up).

There was also this weird dream where I walked through a forest, ended up in an underground bunker and met a bunch of Nazis who lived in that bunker and took care of me. Instead of wearing hats with the SS/totenkopf/skull symbol, they all had muzzle-like things in their mouth they bit down onto, which gave them a permanent, psychotic grin. But they were nice to me so I didn't mind.
 
I had this really weird one early this year that still freaks me out whenever I think about it. I was just lying in bed on my side and it was still dark outside. I couldn't move at all. Out of nowhere, it started feeling like something was leaning on my other side. Eventually this... thing put its hand on top of mine, and it both looked and felt like a baby doll's. Eventually I was somehow able to move right before it ended - I moved onto my back and was greeted to a shadowy, baby-ish figure holding onto me.

What's even freakier is that I was on my back once I woke up from the dream.
I had a dream recently where I was sleeping, but felt something touching me, and heard voices no one else in the dream could hear. When I woke up, I watched a movie showing pale, deformed, baby-like creatures that would crawl all over people, who could neither see them nor feel them, and influence them to do evil actions. They looked like babies or very young children who had drowned in a lake or something and then were just left in the water for days; they were deathly white with white blind-looking eyes, but had dark mottled discolorations like bruises on their bodies. Their mouths were sucker-like and they would latch onto the back of peoples' necks and suck on them, and learn things about them that they could use against them.

My understanding is that these are what demons really look like, in their true physical forms. The Gnostics were wrong; Descartes was wrong. Spirit is the most subtle ordering of matter, rather than something else totally separate from it. There is no consciousness without a body, and the body profoundly influences consciousness; if you have seen any of my countless posts in various places on this site about the nutritional factors and neurochemistry that influences our thoughts and feelings to an incredible extent, you have some idea what I am talking about.

Demons look immature physically because their rebellion denied them the chance to come to Earth in a human body and grow emotionally and spiritually. Although I believe that they will acquire a physical form in the Last Days, it will not be in a human body, or even a living one.. They probably look dead because they are dying, but the conscious perception of time lengthens as death draws near, such that you can relive your whole life in an instant, and with sufficient willpower and control, you can cram an eternity in there. Thus it is likely that they are trapped in the moment of their own physical death for an eternity of subjective time, and thus they have such agony that they wish to share with you.

They wish to induce such sin in you, that you fear God so much that you will not enter Heaven when you die, so that they can then take you to Hell. But Christ descended into Hell and freed the spirits there, so if you ever find yourself in Hell, whether as a near-death experience or permanently, it is not too late to call upon His name and be rescued. Even the lowest of the celestial realms is infinitely better than Outer Darkness.
 
i would have so much to post here if i wasn't afraid of being judged for my constant pokemon sexyman dreams
 
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