Weird Dreams Thread

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Had a pretty interesting dream last night. This egg-headed old fart with a beer belly to end all beer bellies yelled some shit at my father, and we decided the only way to settle this was through arm wrestling. After a stalemate that felt like it lasted half a minute, the guy's elbow popped out, leaving his forearm limply dangling left and right. The old fart's reaction, however, wasn't a howl of pain, but a triumphant chuckle, claiming this is all according to his plan. After a little bit more gloating he started to spin his disclocated forearm above his head till he has lifted off the ground, and proceeded to helicopter away to places unknown.
 
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Had a pretty interesting dream last night. This egg-headed old fart with a beer belly to end all beer belly yelled some shit at my father, and we decided the only way to settle this is through arm wrestling. After a stalemate that felt like it lasted half a minute, the guy's elbow popped out, leaving his forearm limply dangling left and right. The old fart's reaction, however, wasn't a howl of pain, but a triumphant chuckle, claiming this is all according to his plan. After a little bit more gloating he started to spin his disclocated forearm above his head till he has lifted off the ground, and proceeded to helicopter away to places unknown.

I'll just give this a 'like'-rating because there is still no 'wtf'-rating.
 
I'll just give this a 'like'-rating because there is still no 'wtf'-rating.
The funny thing is, in my dream it all seemed so bloody serious, I was completely oblivious to the ridiculousness of it all till after waking up. It's weird how much sense absurd shit can make in your dream world.
 
It finally happened. I had a dream that all my friends made accounts just to post on Kiwi Farms and they knew my username on it--which was bad because I said some mean things. My friends didn't know what I said, and they were all defending some cow on one thread. Then they started saying some really corny stuff about the power of friendship and solidarity and how they'd love me no matter what happened. It felt like a scene from an anime.

And for some reason, I wasn't using the dark theme. It had the colors of the Stealth theme, but altered to fit more around the theme of Sonic the Hedgehog.
 
I just remembered a bad dream I had a couple months ago, where my mouth cavity was filled with needles of various sizes that were all pointing towards my throat. I was completely occupied with trying not to accidentally swallow or inhale any of the needles as well as carefully trying to get them out of my mouth. Needless to say, waking up from that one was a huuuuge relief.
 
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So uh, recurring dream time! This is going to be so much fun, totally not creepy.

I go to this two story building where the first floor is a restaurant, and the top is where the owner lives. Said owner specializes in bizarre fusion of Italian-Tex-Mex or whatever the fuck it was. Anyways I remember the first time a dream took place in this oddball location I ate the best oversized bread bowl of chili ever (lol fatass) and being one of only two people at this establishment. For some reason this owner (pale, blond buzzed hair, lanky build) said I'm one of the first people he's wanted to discuss food with in a long time.

Second time I visited this location and said owner is surprised that I've returned to his establishment but also seems like I caught him at an inopportune moment. I was let in and again, very dead air feel to the restaurant floor where a family dressed in formal attire were the only ones taking up the second table on the second row. Since I was still considered a special guest I was escorted to the "long table", needed to go use the restroom and ended up exploring this vaguely gothic and quite creepy employees-only area, including a long room containing sanitation supplies and a foam mattress on top of two wooden palettes. I come back to the dining area and the owner is all like "What was that all about? Going into staff only?" unamused some hunchback rich dude who looked like Mark Cuban was scooping giant reheated shell pasta onto plates getting string cheese all over the place.

Yeah.
 
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I have a reoccurring dream and I've been having it about once a year for a long time. It's not really a dream but a nightmare and it's hard to explain. It's always different but at the same time, the same. I'm watching a movie. Or I'm in a theater. Or I'm at a funeral or in a hallway and I look around and realize I'm in a movie, or suddenly the funeral or hallway aren't happening to me, but in a movie that I'm watching. Whatever the scenario, I'm watching a movie, and I'm always watching it with someone else. Things are great. Life is good. The dream is fine, nothing strange, until I think... oh shit. This is the movie. I've seen this fucking movie already. And I haven't just seen it but there's a scene coming up that's so terrifying and ungodly scary that I have never forgot it and I can't see it again. I start to panic. I close my eyes and I cover my ears because even the sound in the dream, the build up music, is terrifying. I don't know what this scene is because I've never seen it, or heard it, though in my dream I have already somehow watched it, and it's so bad if I see it again I know I'm gonna die. In the dream I'll be scared to death, literally, if I see or hear it again.

I also have dreams where I can never throw or land a hard punch.
 
I once dreamed that Disney characters were trying to kill me--I specifically remember Wendy from Peter Pan coming after me with a shotgun--but at the end, a hick version of Vincent Valentine from FF7 (he was wearing nothing but blue-jean overalls and big clodhopper boots) came out of nowhere and slaughtered all the Disney characters with a pitchfork.
...Yeah, I don't know either.
 
I once dreamed that Disney characters were trying to kill me--I specifically remember Wendy from Peter Pan coming after me with a shotgun--but at the end, a hick version of Vincent Valentine from FF7 (he was wearing nothing but blue-jean overalls and big clodhopper boots) came out of nowhere and slaughtered all the Disney characters with a pitchfork.
...Yeah, I don't know either.
Hickcent Valentine sounds hilarious. I used to have quite a few dreams in which I was chased as a kid, but the only chaser I can remember clearly was the T-1000. I guess being chased by a murderous, shape shifting Robert Patrick must've been a common dream amongst people that had watched Judgment Day as a kid.
 
I don't usually remember my dreams in time, but I have someone to blame for this.

Fuck you @Reynard for that one random trivia you had to give me on Discord. I just had a dream of a scared Chopper being hunted down by a creeper family to get his "red rocket" milked after he ran into a house to get out of a sudden rainstorm. It wasn't very pleasant. :cry:

I'm also a little sad to know there is probably no books with a list of magical girl anime, nor a badly-animated magical girl anime that goes by "Dan Dan Dan". Found some old-ass manga that started with "Dan Dan", but nothing about magical girls.
 
I don't usually remember my dreams in time, but I have someone to blame for this.

Fuck you @Reynard for that one random trivia you had to give me on Discord. I just had a dream of a scared Chopper being hunted down by a creeper family to get his "red rocket" milked after he ran into a house to get out of a sudden rainstorm. It wasn't very pleasant. :'(

I'm also a little sad to know there is probably no books with a list of magical girl anime, nor a badly-animated magical girl anime that goes by "Dan Dan Dan". Found some old-ass manga that started with "Dan Dan", but nothing about magical girls.
Who the fuck is Chopper?
 
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I once dreamed that Disney characters were trying to kill me--I specifically remember Wendy from Peter Pan coming after me with a shotgun--but at the end, a hick version of Vincent Valentine from FF7 (he was wearing nothing but blue-jean overalls and big clodhopper boots) came out of nowhere and slaughtered all the Disney characters with a pitchfork.
...Yeah, I don't know either.
You do know that it's Tinkerbell who's the bigger sociopath, dream or no dream. Whenever I see a chick in real life associating herself with old Tink... I steer clear.

So... weird dreams... weird dreams...
I met this hambeast of a guy who reminded me of the comic book guy from the Simpsons. He was off putting. Anyhow, not long I had a dream that he was a spandex wearing super hero. Not a problem, it was a strange time anyway. The real problem was in the dream he has a "boy wonder" type assistant. This assistant was a barrel chested kinda fat/muscular guy who wore... NOTHING! In the dream this assistant never turned around so I didn't have the displeasure of seeing any dream induced ducks, but nevertheless I woke up wondering for a moment if I was going to find myself in a motel room in Las Vegas in a bathtub full of ice and one of my kidneys missing.
 
I love having weird dreams and remembering them. Makes great material for when I have artist's block.

I was driving home from a concert with a friend at midnight and everyone on the road was travelling over 100mph. Then a large cloud of smoke appeared ahead of us, and a truck raced past us in the opposite direction, completely on fire with debris flying off and exploding like fireworks. More of these trucks showed up as we continued and the radio was reporting that explosives had been placed in the engines of all HGVs at a nearby service station. We went under a bridge, but when we got out the other side, a piece of one of the trucks hit the windscreen of our car. Then I woke up.

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In my dream the other night I was in the band Mac Sabbath (a McDonald's themed Black Sabbath cover band that totally fucking exists) and was their Hamburgler character. The concert took place in a very small log cabin and was basically a bunch of people, "Ronald Osbourne" and myself, in some kind of massive flailing mosh pit. Afterwards I realized that I wasn't wearing panties so my friend, in full mariachi costume, had to help me find them.
Now I want some McDonalds
 
When I was 12, I had this dream where me and a friend of mine had no choice but to take down the tyranny of morbidly obese (as in, Jabba the Hutt), talking cat that sounds like Joe Pesci, because "CHOSEN ONES!" or some shit.
And before we could actually deliver the final blow, the cat died of a heart attack while he was shitting in the red wagon he used to move around.
 
After trying to readjust my sleeping schedule I dreamed earlier this morning that Hilary Clinton unleashing a battalion of large mutant Kodiak bears onto the city and blamed Trump for it. Then someone launched a counter measure with mutant yellow jackets. It got even weirder when characters from My Hero Academia showed up. Why did Mineta and Tsu show up? Heck if I know. I woke up before anything could be resolved so sadly there is no epic conclusion to this autistic dream.
 
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