Weird Dreams Thread

[The Last Stand]

It happened again. This time, she was a dissatisfied mother that left me stranded.

 

[Android raptor]

Last night I dreamt that I had a pet/friend grey seal. He was chill AF and would rub it's head/lick my hand in affection. That is all.

Of all the short inconsequential dreams I want to come true... @Android raptor might sympathize with me here.

Damn, I guess becoming a marine mammal keeper would be the closest to making that dream come true

 

[Boom Boss]

This is relevant. In real life a few weeks ago I had to go to the emergency room. I'm now fine and the bill wasn't that big.

I had a dream a few days ago that I broke my leg and went back to the emergency room. In the dream my previous bill was really expensive, and it took me a long time to pay everything back. This scared me because I had to do it all over again, most likely with a larger bill because I had a worse injury this time.

I watched them inspecting my leg and putting the cast on. I couldn't feel any pain despite not getting anesthesia. I stayed awake and watched the entire thing. They gave me a big bill, and it upset me because I would be stuck paying it for a longer time.

I guess I worried about the bill in my dream because I worried about it in real life.

 

[Da Grim Reaper]

I dreamed that my Kiwifarms account was banned because I was accused of killing a minority and bombing a bus.
However, I didn't do it, it wasn't my fucking fault. There was a guy in the bus who looked like a Arab, he was sitting in front of me and he had a paper bag with a glass jar with something that looked like Gasoline.
He was mumbling something, and then I got a message on my phone from some of the passengers telling me that I should collaborate with them to take out the terrorist and save the day. Out of nowhere, a scrawny guy from the backseat who was about 2 meters tall, ran and tried to take the Terrorist down. The terrorist pulled a knife and stabbed the guy in the chest 3 times, and then I attempted to take his knife out of his hand, after that I blinked and everything went dark and blurry, until I opened my eyes again and the guy was lying in the floor, and everybody in the bus was screaming in horror.
The back door of the bus was open and there were many horrified people looking at me, recording with their phones from outside, my hand was SOAKED in blood, apparently I almost beheaded the bastard, his neck was totally open, I could see his bones from there.
Everyone accused me of killing the Arab and the tall nerd, so I threw the knife on the floor and ran through the streets all the way to my house.
The bus exploded (for some reason) and everyone close to it died instantly.

I came home and started crying and vomiting all over the floor, my mother called me from her work telling that I should turn myself to the police, she almost passed out when she heard the news. All the media, international and national accused me of being a racist, xenophobic, transphobic, alt-right nazi because I killed a minority, a LGBTQI++ person; (I didn't even knew that until I was told) and blew up a bus.
That fucking CCTV footage was pretty damn realistic, it was so realistic that I woke up desperate thinking that it was real, I could see myself running from the bus with my hands dripping in blood as the bus explodes and turns all bystanders into minced meat. Just fucked up.

Then, they found my Kiwifarms account and accused me of being radicalized by the "alt-right".
4chan faggots made multiple rumors about me.
My full name was everywhere.
My face was plastered on newspapers globally.
People made edgy recreation mods of the incident on gMOD.
Retarded famous people made hot takes on me.
Even fucking Vaush was there.

Kiwifarms stopped working, it went full 404, and I could hear people telling me to kill myself inside of my head.

Then I woke up.

 

[The Last Stand]

I was flying from Tennessee to Georgia, when suddenly, the plane's wing hits a building and gets bent mid flight. The pilot lands on the street, so we now have to board a plane to Idaho or Iowa.

This terminal now is filled with German era propaganda posters, but everybody in the terminal is from Hong Kong. Last thing I remember was this massive fluffy dog shaped like a cupcake chasing me down because I looked like jerky.

 

[The Curmudgeon]

A long time ago, I had a weird WoW dream. I also used to play WoW a lot.

In the dream, some Alliance players encountered Miss Piggy standing on a hill near Sentinel Hill. They started kiting her all the way to Ogrimmar. When they got there, Miss Piggy started killing Horde players and NPCs. She was overpowered and unstoppable.

It felt very real, so when I logged on again I just wanted to make sure Miss Piggy hadn't really been added to the game. She wasn't. I was relieved and disappointed at the same time.

 

[Michael_Jordan_Peterson]

I had a dream where I was in the back seat of my car. Only I was driving. For some reason I kept incessantly going to the back to get something while it was moving only to be met with the constant annoyance and anxiety of the car about to crash or go off the road.
I realized, after remembering the dream in the morning, that I've had this dream many times before. Decided to look it up and guess it's fairly common

 

[AnOminous]

I had a dream where I was in the back seat of my car. Only I was driving. For some reason I kept incessantly going to the back to get something while it was moving only to be met with the constant annoyance and anxiety of the car about to crash or go off the road.
I realized, after remembering the dream in the morning, that I've had this dream many times before. Decided to look it up and guess it's fairly common

I hate this retarded dream. It's one of those dipshit dreams you wake up and are annoyed at that you didn't just immediately cancel it and wake up. It's like those idiot dreams where you're in a social situation and suddenly realize you are stark naked. Or your phone doesn't work. Or you're in a place you know but are lost.

In the worst case, you have a dream that is every scumfuck dream cliche all rolled into one. Fuck you, dreams.

Also this particular one, anyone have this one? One of my bad nightmares before I stopped having them involved a huge phobia about falling into the sky.

I know a lot of my dreams, if put down on paper, sound like nightmares, but they usually don't bother me. I define a nightmare as the kind of dream that is actually intensely upsetting and you're afraid to go back to sleep after it. I haven't had one of those in years.

 

[Dirk Willems]

Had a dream that gay people existed not because of degeneracy, but because the prostate could be used as rudimentary wireless communication. Fetish gear was used as an antenna, but even then they could only send pager-tier messages. This was also during the medieval times, so the king hired me to invent better binary encodings for his sex dungeons. They'd follow my algorithm written on parchment and do unspeakable things in order to instantly transmit messages across the kingdom. Please no Freud.

 

[Info Neutral Agency]

This one for some reason keeps coming back in some variation. It always has to do with some outside threat (I.E. zombies or werewolves) trying to break into this shelter every night. It begins with some guy, who isn't me, who investigates something in his or an abandoned house's backyard. Something jumps at him, which switches to some weird Apocalypse where I'm with a group of people who keep on rebuilding parts of a house to take for shelter. I remember the dream saying three weeks later or some form, but I'm probably wrong. The creatures take advantage of areas they have broken through or are weak at to get into the place. It was always at night that these things came out to hunt. One part of the dream was where they almost got in but got killed by one of the survivors. No one died, but the dream left the idea of not being able to have a stronghold in one place in dire times.

 

[Flavius Claudius Julianus]

Slightly related, but anyone else keep a dream diary? I've had one going since mid-2014 or so, inspired by the dream journal mentioned in Mishima's 'Sea of Fertility' trilogy.

I've been doing it that long it's completely second nature at this rate. Any day where I can't remember/didn't have dreams, I simply write 'no dreams.' Anything else gets recorded as faithfully as possible.

I recently read some of the diaries from 2-3 years ago. I literally can't remember any of the stuff I wrote back then, so it's fascinating to read.

 

[Secret Messages]

Slightly related, but anyone else keep a dream diary? I've had one going since mid-2014 or so, inspired by the dream journal mentioned in Mishima's 'Sea of Fertility' trilogy.

I've been doing it that long it's completely second nature at this rate. Any day where I can't remember/didn't have dreams, I simply write 'no dreams.' Anything else gets recorded as faithfully as possible.

I recently read some of the diaries from 2-3 years ago. I literally can't remember any of the stuff I wrote back then, so it's fascinating to read.

I love my dream diaries and if there was an imminent threat and I needed to collect my possessions they would definitely be in the first 5 things saved. Dreams are so incredible and the fact that keeping a dream diary is so niche is crazy to me, when so much of my inspiration and self-reflection comes from this direct line to my subconscious I experience every night.

 

[Flavius Claudius Julianus]

Some kind of space phenomena like an eclipse was scheduled to happen

I love my dream diaries and if there was an imminent threat and I needed to collect my possessions they would definitely be in the first 5 things saved. Dreams are so incredible and the fact that keeping a dream diary is so niche is crazy to me, when so much of my inspiration and self-reflection comes from this direct line to my subconscious I experience every night.

You have to be a writer, surely? Going off the above mentioned origin of my own dream diaries, I also used them as potential fodder for my own work. Funnily enough, they've offered little inspiration in that sense, but have otherwise been an incredible way to process one's own experiences, unconscious or otherwise.

I will not stop. I'll be doing it until the day I die, or I can't hold a pen any longer.

 

[Secret Messages]

You have to be a writer, surely? Going off the above mentioned origin of my own dream diaries, I also used them as potential fodder for my own work. Funnily enough, they've offered little inspiration in that sense, but have otherwise been an incredible way to process one's own experiences, unconscious or otherwise.

I will not stop. I'll be doing it until the day I die, or I can't hold a pen any longer.

yup.

 

[AnOminous]

I haven't ever had a dream involving a lolcow directly, although once I had one where I was at a sportsball game of some sort and someone else suddenly noticed Chris-Chan a few rows ahead, and I wondered how they knew who he was.

But I finally had a dream and it had Ethan Ralph in it of all people, who randomly showed up at a party, acted completely normal, was friendly, and laughed about how it was all an act and he didn't even drink. That was one thing among a lot of other stuff in one of those otherwise dull dreams about moving back to somewhere you used to live, but it's different.

 

[Jimmy Olsen]

I had a dream I was drinking. Sadly, I woke up sober.

 

[Zirnwyb]

A few years back I had a dream where I was QA testing a game Mike Tyson made. You played a detective in it but you punch everything to investigate. I was investigating a murder in the game and I punched a shed door to open it to see if there was any evidence for me to punch. The shed fucking exploded into corpses, like one of those squirting cucumber plants, which made me laugh so hard in my dream that I woke up laughing.
Not gonna lie, though, I still want to actually play that game even though it doesn't exist.

 

[Preferred Penne]

The world is on the verge of nuclear armageddon. The bombs will strike at any moment. I need to find a bomb shelter that contains a button that will send me back in time so I can prevent the missile launch. I mess up the first few times and the missiles launch, but I always make it to the shelter and go back in time.

Except during the last trip, I changed something in the past that prevented the shelter from existing. No more time button, no more saving the world.

I gather together my wife and two daughters (which I don't have, so no emotional attachment there) and await the inevitable. Eventually I fall asleep.

I wake up several hours later and it's nighttime. I'm wondering why the world hasn't been destroyed yet. The radio is on and the girls are listening to a baseball game. My team is losing 11-0. I wonder why they're bothering to play in the first place when the world is about to end, but then I realize that they're doing something they love, and it made me appreciate being with the people I loved even more.

Then it happens. Several thunderous explosions, a bright white flash. I hold my wife and daughters as tightly as possible and repeatedly shout "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" until I wake up.

 

[soft breathing]

I've had two extremely weird dreams in the last two nights, that I have to write down to get them out of my system.

In the first one, someone on Kiwifarms was opening up a thread that exploded, talking about how stuff like Vaporwave-aesthetic is bullshit and "your childhood trauma is not an aesthetic, stop trying to use it to justify making shitty art". And someone chimed in with "I don't understand this Liminal Space and retro garbage - people are posting grainy photos of old chips bags in an empty room and everyone loses their fucking mind".

... honestly, I can totally see a thread like that popping up here. I feel like there even is a thread about it somewhere.

In the nightmare, I was back living with my parents; I can't tell you if I was a teenager again or my current age.
I was rescuing dogs that were extremely ill or only had a few months left to live. But at some point, my parents told me to stop and get rid of the dogs. So I packed the last dog I had into a box, wrote "help me" in different languages on the box and put it outside next to the bins. While I was putting the box outside, a neighbor came walking up to me with an old pug in his arms, asking me if I could take it in. I told him that I'm not allowed to do that anymore, my parents already killed every dog but this one in the box, and heard my father shout from inside: "exactly, we don't do that stupid shit in this household".
Later, I was in the attic, tidying up, and my father came stomping up, singing some weird TikTok-song that was viral in my dream-world. The song was about "If you divide 1000$ every 6 minutes by 6, you'll end up with 1", all to the beat of some weird trap-song, TikTok dance included. And my dad started screaming this song in my face and beating me up to the beat of it.

Needless to say, I woke up screaming & terrified, and didn't get much sleep afterwards.
Fun times. Anyways.

If anyone has any idea what the "If you divide 1000$ every 6 minutes by 6, you'll end up with 1" TikTok-bullshit my head came up with could mean, please enlighten me. I can't stop thinking about it, it's just so absurd.

 

[The Last Stand]

I was driving past Jersey at night trying to get back home. You couldn't go three blocks without seeing police lights. One corner store was even robbed.

We're driving down this hill, a car driving up hits us. Driver gets up, all I could think is to duck. Normally, you'd exchange information but this is Jersey so you'd keep going... I literally woke up scared as shit.