Weird Dreams Thread

[Angry New Ager]

I keep having a dream where I am my current age with my big boy job and college degree, but have ended up back in high school because I never got my diploma.

After years of not having high school dreams, I suddenly had a series of them when I was around 45. Usually, I'd be in a class, sitting at one of those stupid armrest-style desks, waiting for the teacher to appear so we could take a math exam. Everybody was quiet, and the atmosphere was one of nervous anticipation. I would feel stupid and self-conscious for being back in high school, when I was old enough to be everybody's mom; it didn't help that I suck at math, and hadn't studied any math at all since going back to college to finish a degree fifteen years earlier. I didn't even know what kind of math it was, and I didn't have a calculator, only a pencil.

I rarely manage to get lucid in dreams, but after I'd had this dream about half a dozen times, it was annoying the shit out of me. In the dream, I'd think, "Oh shit, not this again." Finally, one night, I got lucid enough to say to myself, in the dream, "I don't need to be here! I graduated from high school 28 years ago, and it doesn't matter that I don't know this math--I don't need to be here," and got up and left. I did that twice, and the dream stopped for good.
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Anyway, last night's dream was a doozy. I went to the very first live music event allowed in my city since the lockdowns started. It was a country singer, and while I'm not a big country fan, I liked this guy well enough, and was just so thrilled to go hear live music again, I didn't care what kind of music it was. I got there early to grab a good seat, expecting it to be packed.

The venue was an auditorium that looked like a large university lecture hall--the kind built in the '70s and early '80s with brown brick walls. There were knee-high concrete risers where seats or desks would have been bolted, but no seats--you either sat on the edge of each riser, or stood.

I entered through a door at the lowest level of the auditorium, leading to the area in front of the stage. There were't many people there--maybe 150, all told, in an auditorium that could comfortably fit maybe 1000 standing people--which surprised me. But I assumed too many people were still afraid of Covid-19 to turn out.

And for some reason, they weren't socially distancing and spreading out at all. Instead, they were all tightly clustering on the risers to stage left, as far up against the wall and as tightly as they could pack themselves. Newcomers would go higher to find a spot as close to the wall as possible, rather than spreading out toward the center of the auditorium.

Since it was close to Halloween, costumes were encouraged, but with the exception of a couple of kids running around, everybody's attempts were sad and uninspired. The audience seemed tense and unhappy; you'd think they'd be excited to be out of the house and going to a show, but they seemed miserable.

I climbed the steps on the left side of the auditorium, just people-watching and checking out the venue because I still had time to kill, and it was obvious I'd get a good spot to watch the performance. As I did so, I heard people muttering that the president was supposed to make an appearance before the show, and nobody was happy about it. I assumed it was a stupid rumor; why would he be there, of all places?

About halfway up the steps I wandered over to the right side of the hall. There was almost nobody over there but a bunch of men in suits, apparently costumed as Trump and three or four Secret Service agents. But they were just standing around casually, with "Trump" watching the crowd, and the "Secret Service agents" talking quietly amongst themselves--they barely looked up as I approached.

The guy dressed as Trump was wearing one of those ugly rubber full-face Trump masks. But I noticed he was tall, and had the right body type, posture and attitude, and was in a good suit with the right tie--however shitty the mask was, his body language and presentation was convincingly Trumpian, and I wanted to compliment him on that.

But as I got closer, I could get a better glimpse through the eyeholes of the mask, and realized that it wasn't just some regular guy dressed in a Trump costume, but rather Trump himself, dressed in a Trump costume. Which struck me as the most hilarious fucking thing, because who else would Donald Trump dress up as for Halloween, but himself?

I walked straight up to him, offered my hand, and said, "Mr. President, thank you for being here tonight; I'm a lifelong Democrat, but I'm voting for you because I think you're doing a decent job." He seemed a little surprised as he took my hand and shook it, but genuinely delighted, too. We spoke briefly, and he was very genial, and not arrogant, as I expected him to be. It was a pleasant encounter, and as I walked away afterward I was in a very good mood.

I did wake myself up IRL laughing over the Trump in a Trump costume thing, because that was some seriously funny shit.

 

[Trapitalism]

Dream of banned from kiwifarms for no reason.

 

[Picklechu]

I can't even remember most of the dream I had last night, but I do remember the part before I woke up. Apparently, a skyscraper (specifically this one) from Mobile, AL had been transported to the city I live in, and someone had put a prefabricated gymnasium, like you'd see at a church or a small-town community center or something, on top of it. I had to attend some kind of dinner or seminar or something in the gymnasium, and to get in or out of it, you had to walk along a ledge and risk falling to your death. I woke up before it actually happened, but I knew as I was leaving and inching along the edge that a guy I went to college with was going to show up and push me.

 

[Positron]

Job interview. The only other interviewee had just gone in so I was all alone. Another door opened. "Hey you, come in". Just you. No name. I came to the office and the interviewer was the CEO.

"You have a heart condition right?"(*)
"Yes."
"What kind of heart condition"
"Technically a coronary heart disease, but not atherosclerosis. My coronary arteries go into spasm unpredictably". I definitely didn't put down my health conditions in my CV, so how did he know. To my further amazement the CEO produced a few coronary angiograms and poured over them intently.
"Any drug allergies?"
"I'm allergic to oral lidocaine."

At this juncture a man barged in the office. This was a father who came in to specifically thank the CEO for granting his son an interview and, as a further token of thanks he offered the CEO a wad of money. My own dad appeared behind me -- when did he come in?! -- and likewise offered him a pad of bank notes.
"No I can't accept it", the CEO said, "so why don't you two gentlemen exchange the money? I'm sure each of you gives out five Benjamins". He was right.

The CEO then turn to me. "What would you do if you're in this situation?"
"I'll tell the dads to donate to the Salvation Army, because they seems to have a problem getting donations."

(* None of this has any bearing in reality.)

 

[Picklechu]

Dreamed that I lived in this huge house with a random collection of people I worked with at previous jobs. My room was on the bottom floor, but to get into it, you had to go through some kind of hidden door behind a sink in what I think was a laundry room. For some reason, someone had ordered a freezer "for the homeless people" that took "bus tokens," but the delivery people had set it up inside the house instead of outside where it was supposed to be. Everyone was upset because that apparently meant that homeless people would be coming into the house.

 

[A Grey Cat]

Had a dream of cities on fire including statues and protestors...no I'm not copying the news I was in a car driving around with i think someone who's close to me but I can't be sure. Friend, family member...my father. We were basically trying to get out of it when...he .. whoever he was had a heart attack or something stroke definitely a serious medical problems that I had to take over drive him to a hospital and then get someone to load him on a stretcher then wheel him to emergency surgery.


Still wish I knew was it someone I knew who was with me or just some rando I probably didn't need to worry about...even though I still would

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I keep having a dream where I am my current age with my big boy job and college degree, but have ended up back in high school because I never got my diploma.

I'm not sure if I posted it here before, but I had a similar one where I was told as an adult that I was required to attend a day of 8th grade due to an administrative snafu that went undetected for decades otherwise I'd no longer be recognized as a K-8 graduate. The day was as awkward as one might expect; all the teens looked at me suspiciously and wondered why they had an adult in their class despite being told the reason, and I had to try to figure out how to do class assignments the way they are taught now as opposed to how I learned them originally.

Man, I am SO fucking tired of dreams where I'm back in school, wandering around aimlessly because I don't remember any of my classes.

My most recent school dream had me back in high school and realizing I didn't have my class schedule available/memorized. From what I remember, I decided to go to the classroom of a teacher familiar to me and asked if I was supposed to be in her class at that time with the hopes she'd either tell me yes or give me a hall pass to go get my schedule from the counseling office.

Had a fucked up dream a year ago that my dad was shot in the face.

There's a town near here that has a rough, inner-city feel if one is in the wrong parts of it. Every dream I have involving this city ends on a bad note. The worst one I had involved a hidden sniper shooting at my mom and I the instant we reached what I consider the unofficial border of its downtown. I screamed and tried to throw my body on her because I was apparently willing to sacrifice myself to save her.
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I haven't had one in a while, but another recurring theme in my weird dreams involves unsuccessful attempts to find an exit. One such example had me trying to carefully ascend stairs on the side of a tall silo-like structure. Worse, there's no railings so one wrong step on the narrow stairs means a fatal plunge. When I finally reach the door at the top of the stairs, I open it to find a brick wall on the other side of the door. Now, I have to find a way to carefully turn around and go back down the stairs to look for another exit if I don't fall to my death first. Of course, the logical solution of going out where I came in from doesn't come to mind because that part wasn't at the beginning of the dream, so I don't know where/how to find it.

 

[c-no]

I'm not sure if I posted it here before, but I had a similar one where I was told as an adult that I was required to attend a day of 8th grade due to an administrative snafu that went undetected for decades otherwise I'd no longer be recognized as a K-8 graduate. The day was as awkward as one might expect; all the teens looked at me suspiciously and wondered why they had an adult in their class despite being told the reason, and I had to try to figure out how to do class assignments the way they are taught now as opposed to how I learned them originally.


My most recent school dream had me back in high school and realizing I didn't have my class schedule available/memorized. From what I remember, I decided to go to the classroom of a teacher familiar to me and asked if I was supposed to be in her class at that time with the hopes she'd either tell me yes or give me a hall pass to go get my schedule from the counseling office.


There's a town near here that has a rough, inner-city feel if one is in the wrong parts of it. Every dream I have involving this city ends on a bad note. The worst one I had involved a hidden sniper shooting at my mom and I the instant we reached what I consider the unofficial border of its downtown. I screamed and tried to throw my body on her because I was apparently willing to sacrifice myself to save her.
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I haven't had one in a while, but another recurring theme in my weird dreams involves unsuccessful attempts to find an exit. One such example had me trying to carefully ascend stairs on the side of a tall silo-like structure. Worse, there's no railings so one wrong step on the narrow stairs means a fatal plunge. When I finally reach the door at the top of the stairs, I open it to find a brick wall on the other side of the door. Now, I have to find a way to carefully turn around and go back down the stairs to look for another exit if I don't fall to my death first. Of course, the logical solution of going out where I came in from doesn't come to mind because that part wasn't at the beginning of the dream, so I don't know where/how to find it.

Dreams of having a loved one getting killed are no doubt a bitch. In my case though, it makes me wonder if that's just a fear of my dad's mortality after all the health problems he got or, scarier as it is, losing contact with him. I know the latter can be more likely since his wife could no doubt keep me away from contacting him.

 

[Roast Chicken]

I had a weird, dehumanzing one where I was taken into a room in a doctor's surgery to undergo.. I'm not really sure what. A cleanse of some sort? More like a violation.

My mother accompanied me and asked the nurse how much "it" would cost. This treatment I underwent cost £40, I heard the nurse say.

It's like I was a child again, I had no personal autonomy - the nurse tending to me directed all her questions towards my mother while I, the subject of the procedure stood and listened. I did not think to speak up and ask what the fuck was going on.

The nurse asked her a question that I can't remember, to which my mum said "no". The next thing I know the nurse is applying some sort of device to my body. It was small, round and mostly black. It reminded me of the measuring tape in my drawer but flatter, and its purposes in this circumstance was certainly not for measurement.

The nurse leaned in towards me and grinning, made a remark about getting rid of debris accumulated from years of menstruating. At that point I could feel the device being pressed up against my bottom, which felt very unpleasant. Mercifully the dream then ended.

In case anyone is wondering: No, I have not been diddled or abused in reality.

 

[Opposite Time Nomad]

I dreamt my dog bit my face off and I decided to try to yeet him but he was so heavy that I couldn't. My s/o was in the background laughing at me that I couldn't pick up my dog to jokingly toss him, ignoring the fact my face was an empty hole and the dog was playing keep away with it. Like my face was a rubber mask.

It sounds horrifying but the mood was kinda comical in the dream.

 

[A Grey Cat]

I had an inception moment last night where I kept waking up but was still dreaming I woke up the last dream I saw I was high up in an apartment building when the sky went pitch dark with clouds as a tornado touched down in a city. I could hear a child shouting bad dream bad dream, as if trying to reassure that's all it was.


Actually I dream about tornados a lot often having to run away from the uem before getting sucked up

 

[Mr. Skeltal]

Last night I had a nightmare about a plane crash.

I walk out of my parent's house for a smoke on the front porch and notice a plume of thick black smoke rise from the other side of the mountains. I then get a call to respond to a plane crash at some farm miles away from anywhere. When I get there I get briefed by my wife about the nature of the accident and how there have been several aircraft that have gone down over this field and that it is for whatever reason a radio deadzone.

I am assigned a ground team and we go towards the crash site. Along the way I spot disarticulated and charred vertebrae among scraps of twisted metal. We get to the main crash site and several heaps of half burnt bones are clearly visible in the wreckage. The team keeps searching for more evidence while I investigate the main wreck. I look up to see that we are rather close to a barn.

Suddenly a farmer looking type in all denim approaches me and informs me that someone was flung from the crash site about 100 yards in the direction of the barn. I walk about 50 yards towards the barn and motion to my team to come along. As I turn back I see this skinned figure hopping towards me. I kinda stare at it and it's just a skinned torso, head, and upper arms hopping towards me on its ruined spine. It looked leathery and desiccated, it's facial features were shrunk into uncanny wrinkles. Empty eye sockets with a leathery cowl of shrunken flesh. Its lips were tightly conformed to the underlying teeth and bone but still pursed in a small stitch-like frown. I start backing up, got that NOPE feeling something fierce, and feel something grab my leg. I tumble backwards into the dirt and wake up.


Not the freakiest nightmare I've had, the recurring crumbling face one is perhaps the freakiest, but it's up there. Strangely this isn't the first plane crash nightmare I've had and not the first plane crash nightmare to be set in my hometown.

Edit: I'm not too keen on the idea of premonitions or dreams having much predictive power, but my wife and I did encounter a pretty bad wreck coming home from her snow tire appointment today. We didn't stick around to see what had happened but it was bad enough for two ambulances, two towns' fire departments, and at least 3 police cruisers from several jurisdictions to be on site. Traffic in both directions was completely stopped so the Mrs. and I peeled out of line and turned around, making a 25 minute drive home take an hour as we had to circumnavigate the local mountain range.
Part of me worries if that crash was a fatality. Considering the response I have a feeling that it was.

 

[Picklechu]

I've been back to having weirdly vivid dreams for several nights in a row.

Last night, I had one of the "you have to go back to high school" dreams. Apparently, I had to go back and repeat my senior year for some reason, despite already having both a BA and an MA, and being a PhD student. I ended up walking around the school in my underwear for some reason, which was apparently not weird to anyone else. I could somehow remember my locker combination, but not where my locker was; I also couldn't remember my class schedule. Near the end of the dream, I was in the office for some reason (I think to figure out the location of my locker, which apparently still had all of my shit in it over a decade after I graduated), and then my history teacher came in and started yelling at me, saying that I had never taken a math class that I needed to graduate. It was like a basic algebra course that I remember taking in something like 2002-2004 before high school, meaning I didn't need it, but he wouldn't listen to me and was literally losing his shit. After that, I woke up.

I later fell back asleep and dreamed that I went as Batman to what I assume was some sort of dormitory costume party.

A few nights ago, I had a bizarre one.

Spoiler: Long

I was "driving" on the interstate, although it was more like I was actually walking and was like 10-15 feet tall. I have no idea where I was going, but I was headed towards an exit. The exit was based on a real exit I've taken a few times, but it wasn't actually there, and I have no clue where I really was. I was supposed to go left to stay on the interstate, but there was a big sign that one would have to pass under in order to go that way, and I would have hit it, so I was forced to go right and get off the interstate.

As I was driving down this road, I became normal-sized/not levitating/whatever, and transitioned into walking. After awhile, this obese chick I used to work with was walking with me. I asked her where we were, and she said that we were in either one of two counties to the south of the county we lived/worked in. We kept walking, and there was a giant tornado off in the distance. We knew we would need to turn around, but weren't certain if we should wait for the tornado to pass first, or if we would be able to outrun it, since it was going the general direction we needed to go.

We ended up exploring some semi-abandoned hospital or daycare or something; all I really remember about it was that it had that shitty public restroom tile everywhere.

I guess after awhile we decided to walk in the direction we needed to go, and eventually came into a city. Coincidentally, at that point, "my" car (a green car, possibly an Altima, that I have never seen in my life) is parked on the street, so I get in and my former coworker walks away. I cannot get my front door to close for some reason, so I start slowly driving down the road while trying to hold the door closed.

Immediately after that, the dream transitions into something else. I'm in the White House, although it looks nothing like the actual White House - it's much larger, and the interior looks more like a luxury hotel or a shopping mall. Apparently, I'm the President of the United States, and I'm hosting a meeting of African Union leaders, as well as representatives of a few other countries. I make my way to the room where they all apparently are, and they've seemingly started without me. No one acknowledges me or says anything to me.

All of a sudden, the meeting is over (and has been for awhile), and I'm sitting in the floor of the room, which is now completely empty - there's no furniture or anything else, just me and what I presume are two Secret Service agents sitting on the floor on either side of me. I get up and walk out of the room, with the agents following me.

I walk for a bit, and slowly transition into wearing a bathing suit and carrying a backpack, as I'm apparently going to an area of the White House that has a giant pool, hot tubs, and things like that. As I approach this area, which reminds me of the entrance of a department store in a mall, it's completely empty, but as I walk in, more and more people are inside, and the number of people increases as I walk from one end to the other. The Secret Service agents are gone by this point. This entire time, despite me being the President of the United States and being in the White House, no one has still spoken to or acknowledged me.

I walk to the far end of this area, and set my backpack down. Afterwards, I jump into the pool, and begin to swim towards the middle, which is the deepest part. Once I get over there, a guy I went to college with is there, alongside Michelle Mylett (a Canadian actress). At that point, I end up sinking to the bottom of the pool for some reason, which I estimate is at least 9 feet deep. I try to swim upwards, and I'm not tired at all, but for some reason, I just barely have the strength to get my nose above the water for about a second. I try again, and manage to get m nose above the water for a bit less this time. At this point, I realize my arms have seemingly become like half the size they actually are (basically all of my muscle definition is gone), and that I am definitely drowning. I start trying to swim towards a more shallow area, but I can't even get above the water to get even a tiny bit or air anymore, and none of the hundred or so people in the White House pool apparently give a shit that the president is drowning in front of them.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I'm not sure if this best described as a meta-dream, a lucid dream or something else.

I'm at a building that was torn down years ago IRL. There's multiple events happening there on this particular day, and I'm waiting for the next event to begin. As I wait, I realize I don't have the items I need, and that I might not have enough time to go home, get them, and come back. Conveniently, I discover my gear bag next to me, unzip it, and everything I need is inside.

Things take a weird twist when a relative spots me and I start talking to her. Without realizing it, I followed her out of the building while we continued to talk and I join her in her car. She continues to talk to me as she pulls away from the building. It's then that I realize I have a problem: My event at that building starts in less than half an hour and I have no idea where my relative is taking me or whether she's planning to bring me back to my original destination.

At that point, the scene abruptly ends and is replaced with one where I'm now talking to my dad and telling him that I had a dream about the above events. I woke up before he could react.

 

[Jeff Boomhauer]

I have a lot of dreams about speeding through a city or enclosed area with brakes that don't work. I somehow avoid getting hit until the very last moment, in which I bolt out of bed. Shit scares me every single time.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I have a lot of dreams about speeding through a city or enclosed area with brakes that don't work. I somehow avoid getting hit until the very last moment, in which I bolt out of bed. Shit scares me every single time.

Any dream I have where I'm trying to back a car out of a driveway or parking space almost always results in my discovering the brakes don't work in-dream.

Regarding your last point about bolting out of bed, I've had dreams where I abruptly feel like I'm free falling and I wake up feeling as if I landed on my bed after a significant drop. Many times, my body tenses up in a tight ball in an attempt to brace for impact as I wake up feeling as if I really did land on the top of my bed after a free fall.
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A recurring set of dreams for me involving being someplace where I need to blow a whistle for whatever reason such as coaching a team. I've noticed one of two things happen when I try to blow the whistle:

• Either I'm psychically unable to blow air into the whistle, or
• I blow into it and no sound comes out.

 

[The Littlest Shitlord]

I can't drive for shit in my dreams; the brakes not working is part of that (although often for some reason my foot won't reach the pedal, or I can't push it down far enough).

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

Having spent the last couple of nights catching up on the Russel Greer thread, I had a dream about him overnight.

For whatever reason, I had to drive him to a pharmacy to pick up prescriptions. Apart from a brief instance of small talk, perhaps my asking where the pharmacy is, the ride there is quiet and uneventful.

At the pharmacy, he picks up his prescriptions without issue. I, on the other hand, have some sort of snafu that needs to be resolved. Oddly, Russ chose not to hit on the attractive woman pharmacist that helped us. In fact, he was so frustrated by waiting for me he decided to go wait in the car until I was finished -- not realizing that he didn't have the keys to get into my car. The pharmacist and I laughed about it when I showed her the keys and mentioned he couldn't wait inside the car without them.

Eventually, my issue is resolved and I go to leave and drive Russ back home. As I'm getting ready to leave, he's getting ready to come back inside to look for me. Before I woke up, i think I told him something like, "Let's go," or "We can go now."

Oddly enough, Russ' thread appeared in the list of similar threads at the bottom of the page as I composed this post.

 

[Absolute Brainlet]

I had a pretty interesting dream last night.

I'm in this small town somewhere in bumfuck Siberia, which is under siege by Dead Space necromorphs. There's no Marker to make them appear, they're just there.
I remember one particular kind of necromorph which was basically an obese corpse with Slasher blades sticking out of its back (it might have had a Slasher fused to its body).
So me and a couple of other survivors do typical survivor shit - scavenge, kill necromorphs, get killed by necromorphs, all that stuff. Eventually, the town manages to fight off the necros and "contact the mainland", only to find out that things are royally fucked, since currently there's only about 1 billion humans left on Earth. Apparently the necromorph outbreak was global.

 

[Clockwork_PurBle]

Not exactly a dream but I have only knowingly hallucinated once (that I remember). I was sick with what I assume was a particularly nasty stomach flu virus strain. Hallucinations are actually common with this sickness; they're caused by high fevers in combination with dehydration and lack of food from vomiting. So, fever dream if you will.

I saw a large, blurry black cat (or possibly a panther) jumping around my living room. I couldn't make out its face but I could tell by the body and movements it was a feline. It didn't last very long and nothing out of the ordinary happened with it.