Weird Dreams Thread

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I had the fucking funniest dream two days ago. I was walking down the street with my two best friends and excitedly told them im going to get two tattoos soon. The first one is going to be Mexico, either in letters, the flag or like a silhouette of how the country looks on a map. The second one will be "WHITE POWER" in big letters directly above it. Then i started laughing like a retard until i woke up.
 
I had a very strange dream last night.

I had a dream that I was walking around in these big boots, and I felt something inside of the left boot.

Inside the left boot was... a Wii U console and Wii U Gamepad. For unknown reasons, I had stuck both of these things inside the boot, and was somehow able to walk around OK with them in there.
 
last night in the Dream:

-travelling space in warpspeed, stars flying by as I barrel down the wormhole
-spaceship full of cats suddenly pulls alongside me in the slipstream (shouldn't be able to happen/extremely dangerous maneuver)
-music starts playing as soon as I see them, sounds like a jaunty "enemy approaching" jingle, such as the wicked witch of the west theme
-Cat Captain (i think, i couldnt see his insignia) looks over at me, all the other cats are sitting on the spaceship dashboard
-all the cats have Richard Scarry Eyes
-realize i have actually had a CO2 scrubber malfunction for like 200 lightyears now and haven't been getting much oxygen
-cats are a severe hallucination caused by my hypoxia-addled brain encroaching upon death
-actually feel the full weight of the fear caused by knowing this is the end, everything feels real
- last thought just before I died/woke up: leaving a mean reply to someone's youtube comment and saying something ultra sarcastic to them like "Thanks for explaining it to us, otherwise we never would have figured it out" or something
 
A few years ago I had one of those mindfuck dreams. It took place in space, on this green Tron grid that stretched out into infinity. Besides me and some gruff dude in a beige trench coat, the rest of the people looked identical. Pale skin, black hair and highly disgruntled looking individuals with an industrial/cyberpunk aesthetic.

Soon enough, me and trenchcoat guy were forced to defend ourselves against the Reznorites. There was a lot of martial art moves being used, to the point where martial artists such as Bruce Lee would briefly manifest, landing a blow before disappearing.

It abruptly ended with me becoming part of some colossal robot that was in Earth's orbit. The perspective shifted to me watching this all as a show on TV, and the credits started.
 
It abruptly ended with me becoming part of some colossal robot that was in Earth's orbit. The perspective shifted to me watching this all as a show on TV, and the credits started.
I wonder how many other people have that. I used to have it happen a lot more often that a dream would suddenly turn into a movie or a TV show that I was watching, the credits would roll, and I'd be talking to someone about it. Sometimes this would go back and forth multiple times, or the second dream would also turn into media.
 
I wonder how many other people have that. I used to have it happen a lot more often that a dream would suddenly turn into a movie or a TV show that I was watching, the credits would roll, and I'd be talking to someone about it. Sometimes this would go back and forth multiple times, or the second dream would also turn into media.
It's tough to say. Those experiences sound even more peculiar than the sole instance I had. Mine was vivid enough that I still feel like I had actually watched that nonexistent TV show long ago, and the dream had brushed off the cobweb obscuring that memory.
 
The weirdest dream I've had since the downtime featured me in a basketball game where adults and kids are on the same team and on the court at the same time. Apparently, our opposing team (the home team) had a reputation for bad sportsmanship and getting away with cheating. Sure enough, this happened during our game. Worse, the home team's kids would run up to the our adult players and flop on the slightest of contact in hopes of drawing foul calls. On one particular play though, one of their kids had to leave the game when his attempt to fake being fouled by an adult resulted in his suffering a real injury.

A short time later, the home team lost the ball out of bounds. I quickly grabbed the ball before they could grab it and inbound it themselves. As I call out a play named "Super X" to my teammate, the guy getting ready to guard me says, "Don't talk about sex!" To try to piss him off more, I repeat "Super X" louder and pass the ball inbounds.

As my teammate dribbles up the court, I prepare to set a screen for him. However, a school lunchroom style table appeared out of nowhere at the center circle and set a better screen on our sex-obsessed opponent than I could. As our opponent reacts to the unexpected table screen, I set another screen to slow him down and my teammate swishes a three-point basket from about 25 feet away from the basket (well beyond the NBA and international three point lines). Seeing what happened to our opponent on that possession gave me a moment of schadenfreude I enjoyed until I woke up.
 
I had a dream where I was moving extremely fast down insanely long bridges passing over large expanses of water on just a bike. The dream ended with me trying to put 2 separate pieces of broken starfish together. There was also a previous dream where I was reading through texts, and one of em was just :
SpieS: We're sorry, but the SpieS have lies

And for some reason this amused me so much I woke up giggling and went back to sleep.
 
So last night I had a really messed up dream (nightmarre???)

I was on vacation with my family and it was Christmas. I got really horny and started masturbating. But I came too early and ejaculated ONTO THE FUCKING CHRISTMAS TREE.

Then my parents and my brother saw it before I could clean it up, so they had to awkwardly ask me if I fucking jizzed on the tree.
 
had a dream last night where Null was, for whatever reason, acting as the host of a furry convention that was on its fourth year of operation
it was held in a library I used to visit a lot when I was little- which was fucking massive, might I add- and I somehow navigated the huge concrete mess that it was to find him in some back office which was 90% empty and darkly lit save for a desk in the middle of it which Null was sitting at
I had a conversation with him and during that conversation I learned that the convention was actually a honeypot that Null set up explicitly to find new cows in, and that's why it apparently moved across the "continent" every year. I say "continent" because this was mentioned right before Null stated that last year's convention was in Brazil (while this one was in Canada). He also brought up that he was concerned by the amount of literal cow fursuits attending this year and that maybe the conventiongoers were onto something.

From there it gets... a little powerlevel-y, so I'll skip past some of it, but all you really need to know is that it ended with a rabid fanboy of Null's who looked like the fucking Numa Numa guy summoning half-woman half-spider centaurs and mumbling about how he "had to do what I did" to "gain info" of an undisclosed variety. He eventually managed to open a portal directly to Null while the spider-people were busy forming an alliance against him and/or panicking about being in a featureless void (where we all were), but Null was also genderbent and called Camelia for some reason. He gave the fanboy a disapproving look while peering through a star-shaped portal, and then I woke up.



I should spend less time here, I think.
 
I had a dream that it was sort of a zombie apocalypse (not really) and I was having a conversation in front of a gas station with my girlfriend. The girlfriend was Sally Boyle and the zombies the plague victims from We Happy Few. She was going somewhere but she need a "chip" (like a MicroSD cards) to save her from the plague, and I wanted to fuck her, so I knew I had to go get the chip and rendezvous with her there. So then somehow I wind up going into the airport and taking a Boeing 757 and flying it off to New York City (small rural town) where I was going to meet with my parents and some other extended family in a reunion-like thing.

I fly without a whole lot of incident, make a detour at some point. Then I need to check in to my apartment with my deadbeat roommates, so I'm driving around on the city streets in my Boeing 757, though it's a pretty tight fit and I get worried when I realized I failed to make the turn and have to somehow get myself back around. But it's all good, I do wind up at the apartment. Realize I forgot the chip, have to get back in the fucking jet and fly all the way back to the gas station where I can't find it, and I search and search and get more upset realizing my girlfriend is going to die and I won't score.

Then I go back to NYC for the second time and attend what's supposed to be P.T. Barnum's circus, except it's some piece of shit where some relations of mine, two brothers that are Freddie the Freeloader and the other guy from the Red Skelton Show, are dressed up as clowns doing some crappy act. And it drug on and on and on. At one point they called for everyone of my profession in attendance to stand up and the crowd honored us with a standing ovation, but I was bored and upset because I didn't get laid.


Things I did before going to bed:
Play We Happy Few and get to the Sally act
Read some Battle for the Big Top (book about Barnum and Bailey and the Ringling Bros)
Catch, second-hand, some Freddie the Freeloader skit my Pa was watching
Seethe about my coworker
Look up plane footage
 
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I'm not sure if this is a dream or just a hallucination, but I was trying to sleep and I felt a presence behind me and a deep voice called my name and it woke me up.

Thing is this isn't exactly a new occurence, but the last time it happened was years ago. And its usually not a deep Morgan Freeman voice--usually it sounds like its one of my relatives.
 
I'm not sure if this is a dream or just a hallucination, but I was trying to sleep and I felt a presence behind me and a deep voice called my name and it woke me up.
I've experienced something similar. I'm not fully asleep, but I'm not fully awake, either - I'm drifting off for lack of a better way to describe it. In this state of consciousness, I'll occasionally hear a voice say something. Sometimes, it's the voice of a relative or someone I know and sometimes it's just a random voice saying something equally random.

I recently had a weird dream that started off normal: I knew someone who was so well-off financially that his family lived in a ritzy high rise with restricted access. The weird part was that access to his apartment was solely through a secret elevator that was disguised as a normal wall in the main lobby and it could only be accessed if nobody was around to see you using it. I woke up before I could figure out how people were supposed to go in or out of this secret elevator without being noticed 🤷‍♂️.
 
Can't remember much about this dream. The setting is an art exhibition. Big porcelain columns and one big porcelain rabbit. But this song kept ringing in my dream and I kept weeping.


Like a dream, our encounter is all too brief
Like a spring breeze, gentle and softly, you stole in my heart.
But now your smile is gone, where is that smile?
That smile so familiar in my memory.

Do you know how I love you, how I think of you
How I resent you, how I yearn for you
With an ardor that never ebbed
Have you ever once
Considered the pledge we once had?

Even as you linger amidst the radiant charms
of water-bloom narcissus
Do recall, the lonely spot in the valley
Springtime too comes for the wild lily
 
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i fell asleep with a nicotine pouch in

had a dream one of my former students couldnt make grades to make an NCAA basketball team, so right before the tournament i took his spot, i was living in a hut like yoda of dagobah, and we made it to the final four and then i woke up. i was fucking livid
 
I was back in my college dorms during move in. Just settling in while others are moving in, then the power goes out. The surroundings turn to riff-raff quickly, like walking in a city alley. It's more peaceful outside the building than inside, at night.
 
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