Weird Dreams Thread

[AnOminous]

I used to have hypnagogic hallucinations, that is, immediately before or after a dream. One of my favorites was I woke up, or at least semi-woke up and was looking out into the kitchen. There was a cat on top of the cabinets, and it turned around its head 180 degrees and had an owl's head. As soon as I realized this was impossible it puffed out of existence.

 

[The Littlest Shitlord]

I had an odd one just last night. Biden had become president, and yet for some reason he was a medical doctor and kept taking time off from his presidential duties for appointments with patients. And it was controversial because he was obviously senile and had no business playing doctor. And then he had a billion dollars in his pocket, all in one fat wad of bills. And then he didn't have it any more and was suddenly broke, because that was all of his money in one lump sum of cash, with no bank accounts or anything. (Reference to this?)

I also had an odd one a few weeks ago where I was alone in some city at night with a backpack, and I went to a parking lot and got in a car that wasn't mine to fall asleep. And I did fall asleep, but I was woken up between 2 and 3 in the morning by an earthquake. And the parking lot was inclined at nearly a 45 degree angle, and the car started rolling downhill, but for some reason I wasn't scared because I knew everything was going to be OK. It stopped at the bottom right before it would have fallen into water. And I got out and I was fine and didn't lose anything important because I had everything important in my backpack, and the car wasn't mine. And after getting out, I turned around to look at the car, and it was mysteriously gone except for the front and rear bumpers. So ever since then I've been keeping everything important in my backpack at night, or at least between 2 and 3 in the morning.

 

[RMQualtrough]

Uh when I was in my mid-late teens I went through a period of incredibly intense dreams. I got sleep paralysis a few times and "exploding head syndrome". The latter was pretty mad, I'd jerk awake and like run round my house thinking there's an intruder.

I also had super disturbing vivid dreams and nightmares every night. Themes varied of course but it was weird stuff like Satanic cults chanting and injecting stuff in my eye through a pane of glass suspended in pitch dark void...

Or uh my grandpa leading me into an Islamic temple and down a winding staircase into hell, every single flight we went down there were more horrific scenes and the sound of screaming and crying etc. got louder and louder.

With sleep paralysis it was weird shit like clowns running in and knifing me while Hank Hill repeats shit over and over in my ears. There was always some kinda repeating noise that would get louder if I stopped concentrating.

 

[AnOminous]

Are mirrors scary? Do you ever avoid mirrors?

 

[tasty humane burger]

I have weird dreams a lot but a few nights ago I dreamt about the Internet so I'll post it here. I was searched by the police and found with multiple mobile phones that I used to catfish people with. I didn't do it and protested my innocence (unsure if I was framed or if something else happened bcos dreams) but my punishment was for me to tell everyone on social media and my family in person about my catfishing.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I had a weird dream that had three disjointed scenes that blended together into one dream sequence:

• Attending a school team's baseball game for no apparent reason.
• Being with my former boss even though she's dead (and realizing in-dream that I shouldn't be able to see or talk to her).
• Driving with my dad, being cut off by a garbage truck, and discovering my rear tires are flat and my front tires are nowhere to be found; only the rims are there. At this point, I break down and ask my dad if this means I have to get a new car.

 

[A Grey Cat]

id say im an autist because i keep dreaming about trains...but do autists dream of those trains barreling down at high speeds about to run them over? no joke i can recall three times where im dreaming of having to dodge incoming trains about to splatter me like some f'ed up safety video i had to watch in school

 

[Totally Awesome]

I had a dream that Donald Trump went into my house and started living there. He was taking my belongings and keeping them for himself. I was sad about it, and couldn't get him to give me back my stuff and leave. I sat in my bedroom, nostalgically looking through some of my books before he eventually took them too.

I think I dreamed this because I got sick of Donald Trump being talked about all the time, and I got tired of it taking over my life.

 

[soft breathing]

I've had an extremely weird and vivid dream tonight, my brain is currently understandably trying to cope with loss/death. But it was just so weirdly specific.

I've dreamed that some weird entities/demons were making "deals" with people by giving them time with loved ones in exchange for nothing. The entities never showed themselves, they only existed as seductive voices in your head and showed up when you were most vulnerable.

The only issue was that every time your loved one would be brought back, the time between 'visits' would double increase.
Bring them back the first time: one day break
second time: two day break
....
fifth time: five day break
etc etc

The entities didn't seem to want anything in exchange, but the longer people had to wait for their next meetup with loved ones, the more miserable they were. And it all gave me the impression that the entities were feeding on the misery of people.

They tried to lure me in (while I was walking inside of some weird skyscraper?!) by showing me my recently deceased pet alive and happy, family members and friends I've lost - while whispering to me about how much this is what I needed right now - ...right? But I fought them off, started screaming and ran out of the building I was in.

Outside I've watched people all over the place pace around, looking ghoulish, skinny and on the brink of death because all they did was pass their time until the next time they could meet up with their deceased loved ones. It was pretty haunting and absurd.

 

[AprilRains]

The only issue was that every time your loved one would be brought back, the time between 'visits' would double.
Bring them back the first time: one day break
second time: two day break
....
fifth time: five day break
etc etc

That's not how doubling works, but the rest of that dream is really, really interesting to me.

 

[A Grey Cat]

so probably should post this in the Steve1989mreinfo thread but it is a semi werid dream. I fell asleep watching steves videos so that made me dream i was back in school. only the teacher was steve and his topic was demonstrating mres and old ww2-vietnam era rations. honestly i wouldn't mind going back to school if it meant having steve as a history teacher, ive honestly learned more history listing to him talk about old army food than i ever did from 12 years in public school

 

[Opposite Time Nomad]

I had a dream recently that a lanky woman with pale blue skin and inky hair told me that she could see my dreams. She took out a turquoise horse skull with amber eyes in the sockets and proceeded to crack the cranium open. The eyes rolled into cranium and she proceeded to lick them until they were coated with a blue and orange liquid. This went on for a while and she stopped, looked at me and said, "I cannot see anything."

Funny enough I didnt dream of anything prior. Least not that I remember.

 

[Meat Target]

I just woke up from a nap and had a dream where colorful rocks started spilling out of my nose.

 

[NeekJank]

I don’t know if this counts but I’ll share this: while I was trying to sleep I started hearing a weird howling sound. I didn’t see anything visually as I haven’t really dreamed since I was a child.

 

[helloworld.exe]

I was depressed a while back and have been watching a lot of old Chris videos. I took some Xanax and NyQuil to help get over this cold I have been having. I was watching "THAT IS MY HOUSE" and then that one with the sound of Bob yawning and/or dying followed it when I fell asleep.

I had this dream and it was so vivid. Bob came into my room, but he wasn't moving any of his appendages. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were red. He was hovering like six inches off the ground and just staring straight forward. He had on a button up flannel, overalls and tight jeans showing of his manly bulge. I don't know why I did this, but I reached out and caressed his bulge and I could feel this turgid feeling and this throbbing. I gragged myfinger across it and this fleshy, throbbing, bulbous member ripped straight across the fly, leaving his zipper hanging in the cool Autumn breeze. I grabbed it ad manipulated it a bit and tried to bendit in my index finger and thumb, but the tensile strength was great. His seemly, feral uncircumsized member was pulsing and the blood running through the bent blue vein of his cock beat as though his heart was still alive. He looked down at me and said, "listen boy, get your black ass down in the gutter and stay there." This confused me because I am caucasian. From my closet though, a Nigerian man in a pickle suit emerged. He walked fluidly and was very human unlike Bob. As the Niggo walked forward Bob began to float backward and say "I got no black ass. I got no black ass. I got no black ass." I was confused, frightened and frankly, aroused.

As Bob floated backwards the Pickle suited Niggo removed a 19" cock from his suit and began to stroke it while looking at me. I finally up and asked "What is going on, Mr. Chandler?" Bob retorted "SPOOFING." I responded "What?" And Bob exclaimed "SPOOFING. S-P-O-O-F-I-N-G."

The Niggo smacked me and I rolled over. I sleep naked, so he saw his opportunity; there was easy access. He penetrated me and was relentless. I could feel my prostate being irritated by the bulbous nature of his cock as my asshole tore under the stain of his Zulu penis. I could feel tensing sensations and knew he was almost complete. My hips were squeezed as he ejaculated into my digestive tract. Bob's in the corner spontaniously orgasming, his cock shooting load after load of cum like a whip cream filled water pistol. The African Gherkin laid across me and nibbled on my ear and whispered "I am Batman". I say "huh?" as I hear a clang in the corner. It's Bob and he has an axe. "Get away from that Internet, I'm cuttin' it down" he says as he comes down across the cable running to mycomputer. I pass out.

I woke up and there was an axe laying next to my fractured cable line. To this day I wonder what really happened that night. I have tried every mix of xanax and NyQuil I can get my hands on. I have been to treatment 14 times for xanax addiction. I don't care though. I just need to just one more time get back to the time in my life when I was cucking Bob.

 

[Totally Awesome]

I had another one of those dreams where I went back to high school and felt awkward. Some of my friends and teachers were there, along with new students. The only difference was now there were more floors added to the building that had dorm rooms, and there were new metal stairs to get to them.

 

[Baby Jane Hudson]

Had a weird dream last night. I dreamed that my mother and I were living at my grandparents house, but my mother was in Florida. I discovered that an unknown brother of mine was also living in the house, named Ryan. (The weird part is, my mother would never name a child "Ryan" too much of an Irish Catholic name for her). So Ryan, who was a sketchy character (ex-con type) needed to go to a clinic about a half hour away, so I took him to the clinic, then I left the clinic and headed back to our grandparents house where my mother had just arrived back home from Florida. I asked her about Ryan, who I had only just met and she wouldn't answer my questions about this unknown brother.

 

[AnOminous]

I have a strange location in my dreams where I always return. It is near a river. That is the entire common scenario, unlike the other dream locations I have where they are a completely incomprehensible series of rooms that is supposedly a "house" and yet it is always different, and I always encounter rooms I have never seen before, as well as rooms that amaze me because somehow, they are from a childhood I never had.

This time, though, it was to see someone I supposedly knew (never knew them in this life though) strapped to a chair on the banks of the river. It was supposedly an interrogation but they obviously had no interest in whatever the guy strapped to the chair would say.

Somehow, I knew the device they were using was a "calendula" although this makes no sense. They shoved the spout of it down his throat and poured molten gold into it while he screamed and thrashed. And ultimately died.

 

[AprilRains]

Somehow, I knew the device they were using was a "calendula" although this makes no sense. They shoved the spout of it down his throat and poured molten gold into it while he screamed and thrashed. And ultimately died.

Isn't that how Crassus was killed?

I have some strange recurring locations in my dreams as well. They shift around a lot, but there are some common features, as well as callbacks to a past I never had either: a grandmother's house made of rough red planks; a busy highway southwest of home with a colorful riot of small shops s along it; a small, stagnant pond where executions are held.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

I have some strange recurring locations in my dreams as well.

I've had similar strange dreams. For an example, I've had dreams about neighborhood schools having secret basement levels or underground mazes when neither building had anything beneath the first floor in reality.

More recently, it seems like any dream I have involving shopping malls almost always involves me being chased by a crazed mob. Any attempt to escape through an exit door instead leads me into another corridor with even more people wanting to chase me for whatever unknown reason.
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In my latest weird dream, I was in sixth grade again but I still had my adult body. This came in handy for the school's basketball team where I was the tallest one on the court. Unfortunately, I missed every shot I'd take even if I was close to the basket. Finally, I got so frustrated that I flung the ball over my shoulder and it went into the basket for my first score of the game. A short time later, I stole a pass and had an open shot. I decided to test my theory and just tossed the ball towards the basket without looking at it and I scored again.

I didn't get another chance to see if this was the only way for me to score. The other team wanted a time out and my coach took me out of the game because he wanted the second string to play while we had a lead. I was understanding but also a bit mad seeing how I just scored two baskets in a row and eager to score more.