Weird Dreams Thread

[soft breathing]

I don't really interpret dreams or any of that shit but I can definitely say it scared the fuck out of me enough that I still remember the weird intangible look of that figure standing over me as I tried to look away.

I'm pretty sure you've experienced sleep paralysis there. Not being able to move, dark figure in the corner, being scared shitless etc, really sounds a lot like it.

 

[Lucifer's Rectum]

I'm pretty sure you've experienced sleep paralysis there. Not being able to move, dark figure in the corner, being scared shitless etc, really sounds a lot like it.

I looked into this and damn some of the stories floating around online about this are pretty creepy. This shit sounds pretty inline with what I experienced, so I guess that's what that was.

 

[Picklechu]

I took a nap, and ended up having a dream that Anna Johnson was somehow my stepsister, although she had a different dad than Papa Ginger, and I don't think my parents had split. I was living there with them, seemingly had my high school bedroom, and Anna and her totally-not-gay boyfriend were living in the garage. For whatever reason, Anna ended up installing a shitbag attachment on my body without my consent, because I "wouldn't understand" and would have refused if she asked me. Naturally, I flipped out, and told her I was going to sue her. I went inside the house to pee before I looked online for a lawyer, and her dad, who still wasn't her actual dad, phased through the bathroom door and accused me of having an eating disorder. I punched him and walked into the hallway, then I woke up.

 

[The Last Stand]

I would have dreams that Mommie Dearest would be my mother and she would just mistreat me as Christina. Only Faye would be easier to fool.

 

[Picklechu]

Dreamt that I was on some sort of wildlife documentary crew or something, trying to track down some sort of rare fish that had never been seen before. Apparently, it looked like a combination of the Pokemon Goldeen and a football, and its fins had large, sharp spines on the edges that would inject poison. The fish was also nocturnal, and apparently preyed on eagles which would for some reason land on the water at night like ducks. Its spines would inject $19K worth of poison if one were to touch them (I have no idea why that was the unit of measurement given, but I guess that's why I'm writing this here), and it would kill a person if they were to be poisoned. Apparently, there were legends of people committing suicide rather than letting the poison kill them. I stepped on one under the water at least twice, but I rewound time or something because I didn't want to die.

We decided to go back (to where I don't know), and I don't think we managed to see or film the fish. As we turned to leave, there was now a giant wall in the middle of the lake, which went further up onto land. The other side was the "Russian side," and there was some kind of eurotrash electronica party going on there that none of us cared about. We got onshore and walked into a tunnel, which reminded me of a large parking deck. We didn't expect to see anyone, but started to see people after awhile, and they were apparently somewhat hostile. We got further in, and there were tons of people, all of them screaming at each other and at us to wear facemasks. At that point, some asshole random number called me at 1AM and woke me up, and now I've been awake for four hours.

I really think that the past semester broke my brain or something.

 

[Humbert Humbert]

My dreams have been so fucked up for this entire year, I started writing down the bits and pieces I recalled from the ones I felt comfortable detailing. For the past month I didn’t write anything because I didn’t even know what the fuck the plot was or how to articulate what the hell was going on

Literally 90% of the time I dream lately, those dreams are creepy and weird and even if they aren’t I still feel uneasy and anxious, like I don’t like the direction shit is going/could go in.

 

[OvercookedBacon]

The last really weird dream that I wrote down had me going on a routine grocery trip, looking up at the sky and seeing the moon explode, just suddenly BOOM and it's now in three huge chunks. Then for some reason gravity started acting weird. Dunno.

 

[Kiwi Lime Pie]

This reminds me of one dream I had last week where I bit my tongue in half.

I once had a dream where I bit off the finger of someone who said something that made me mad. Instead of a finger, however, I ended up munching on a carrot while the other person clearly had one less finger despite a lack of blood or gore from the digit loss.

I took a nap, and ended up having a dream that Anna Johnson was somehow my stepsister, although she had a different dad than Papa Ginger, and I don't think my parents had split.

Any dream about Anna is horrifying: I know from having my own dream about her. Major feels for you, fam.

This one was strange though, basically I was stuck lying in my bed, on my back. I couldn't move by limbs or body, but I could move my neck and look around my room.

This must be a theme for the past week; this nearly matches up with the first half of a two-part dream I had last week:

In part one, I'm unable to move or speak in my bed. one of former coworkers appears to tell me that she's one of my caregivers now. I'm not told what happened or why I need people to do everything for me now, but she makes a cryptic comment about something awkward happening while I was asleep.

All of a sudden, the scene changes into the second part where I'm able-bodied. I work in a multi-story office building now instead of a standalone building. When I go to our lounge area, I smell smoke. I go to tell my coworkers what's going on and I instead end up in a large conference room of people that aren't my coworkers. After giving each other "Who are you?" looks, I make more unsuccessful attempts to find my coworkers before I decide to go downstairs and evacuate on my own. I shake my head at the people still using the elevator during a potential fire.

When I get to the first floor, the security guard is working as a clerk/cashier in the in0building party store. I ask about the fire, but she insists there's no fire despite the smoke I clearly saw and smelled. I simply shrugged and bought a few snacks before going outside to figure out what was really happening.

 

[AnOminous]

It's barely weird, but I often now have dreams where I am standing on a train platform, and the train is ignoring the tracks and instead coming straight at me. Instead of being concerned, this doesn't bother me, I just look at it, and it passes straight through me as if I don't exist. I watch the train and its passengers go straight through me. Nothing matters at all. I feel nothing.

 

[soft breathing]

Does anyone else here dream of fish? Especially dead and dying fish? My dreams lately have been haunted by weird things happening with fish and I'm just so fucking confused.

One time I was at a wedding and found a lot of dead and dried up fish on the ground. I put them back into a water fountain and they lived again. Everyone at the wedding was mad at me for doing that.

In another dream, I was working at a pet store and all the fish started dying and floating on the top of the water.

Another time my brother (I don't even have siblings IRL) brought home some koi fish in a plastic bag. I felt bad for the fish and tried to put them into a bigger container with water, but the containers were always leaking and the fish started to suffocate. Before I tried fixing another container that also had holes, I checked up on the fish if they were still alive but they were all dead and some were even cut up or looked like they've just started falling apart.

 

[AnOminous]

I had a dream where I was talking to an incredibly hot chick but she was ridiculously tall, and I asked her how tall she was and she said she was six foot six and then I woke up before I could fuck her. Fuck dreams.

 

[AprilRains]

I had a dream where I was talking to an incredibly hot chick but she was ridiculously tall, and I asked her how tall she was and she said she was six foot six and then I woke up before I could fuck her. Fuck dreams.

You just ducked a tranny.

 

[The Littlest Shitlord]

So related to this, I suspect a major earthquake in California between 2 and 3 am the morning of either Tuesday, May 25 or Wednesday, May 26th and am preparing for it.

Does anyone else here dream of fish? Especially dead and dying fish? My dreams lately have been haunted by weird things happening with fish and I'm just so fucking confused.

One time I was at a wedding and found a lot of dead and dried up fish on the ground. I put them back into a water fountain and they lived again. Everyone at the wedding was mad at me for doing that.

In another dream, I was working at a pet store and all the fish started dying and floating on the top of the water.

Another time my brother (I don't even have siblings IRL) brought home some koi fish in a plastic bag. I felt bad for the fish and tried to put them into a bigger container with water, but the containers were always leaking and the fish started to suffocate. Before I tried fixing another container that also had holes, I checked up on the fish if they were still alive but they were all dead and some were even cut up or looked like they've just started falling apart.

If the Three Gorges Dam in China breaks (and it came close last year), the resulting colossal wave of watery death will sweep epic amounts of pollution into the Pacific Ocean resulting in some Biblical fish kill. I believe in precognitive dreams and I really hope this isn't one of them.

You just ducked a tranny.

Or @OwO What's This? Wait, that was redundant, wasn't it?

 

[Baby Jane Hudson]

Last night I dreamed that I was in a car with this elderly Asian couple. We were trying to get away from a hoard of zombies. Eventually the car died so we ran into this mall and went to the furniture department in Macy's. We found this motorized mattress on wheels that you could drive. Of course there were zombies in Macy's too. I tried to shoot one of them with a .45 but the gun wouldn't fire, so I switched to a .38 Special and it wouldn't fire either. I checked and it was loaded with rounds but every time I pulled the trigger, it would just click and not fire. Then I woke up.

 

[soft breathing]

I had the weirdest dream last night.

Some influencers were running out of money, so they started doing new, improved and even weirder "pranks" to one another. In one of them, an "influencer" was trying to go to the bathroom during a roadtrip and just when she sat down, the "pranksters" pushed a button and the room around the toilet started to flood with neon-colored-slime that was apparently radioactive waste (yeah, my brain is not very creative at times).

The girl screamed and ran outside of the bathroom, desperately searching for another toilet because she apparently needed to use it pretty badly. Outside there were only unusable and dirty toilets for her or ones out in the open where everyone could watch her. In the end, she tried to use a squat-toilet (that was basically just a hole in the ground) in the middle of a field. But she slipped and fell into it.

The last thing I remember her saying was "now my Balenciagas are ruined and it's all you guys fault".

Don't even ask me. I have no idea what my brain is thinking sometimes.

 

[naaaaiiiiillllll!!!]

Last night I dreamed that I was in a car with this elderly Asian couple. We were trying to get away from a hoard of zombies. Eventually the car died so we ran into this mall and went to the furniture department in Macy's. We found this motorized mattress on wheels that you could drive. Of course there were zombies in Macy's too. I tried to shoot one of them with a .45 but the gun wouldn't fire, so I switched to a .38 Special and it wouldn't fire either. I checked and it was loaded with rounds but every time I pulled the trigger, it would just click and not fire. Then I woke up.

Not going to lie, I would pay to see fan art of this dream.

I had a dream recently where I was watching a movie that was a “sequel” to The Irishman, where Robert De Niro’s character was a FedEx delivery truck driver. It sounded stupid, but I remember really liking it. Then I woke up.

 

[A Welsh Cake]

I drunk lot fisatyy today. I’m a mess but my dreams set me right can’t wait to see which one is better

 

[naaaaiiiiillllll!!!]

Just dreamt I was in some random business park and got to meet Boris Johnson and Jeremy Clarkson. I forced them to drive around on electric scooters/tricycles up and down stairwells after we watched a video of Jeremy Corbyn doing the same thing.

My subconscious craving old Top Gear episodes? I have no idea.

 

[Helvítis Túristi]

Forgot we had this thread, so the dream is a little fuzzy now. I had a strange dream where I joined this one weird group with three people. One of them apparently did something as the other two nailed him like a cross to the wall with scissors. They started slashing him with scissors. I attempted to leave and one of them started chasing me with the scissors. I ran away with the guy chasing me and I started jumping over the metal rails to a line somewhere with multiple people. I asked for help and no one listened. That was the end of the dream. Another dream I had was some weird dream of Freddy from nightmare on elm street attacking me and others in this limo. For some reason I can't help but wonder if I have more nightmares than good dreams.

 

[Preferred Penne]

This one's from a few weeks ago, but I still remember it vividly.

I was at a theme restaurant, similar to Dave and Buster's, and they were holding an American Gladiators-style combat sports competition. The first event was a boxing match. My opponent was a chunky, long-haired guy who kept calling me a pussy (think Dermot Fictel from The Venture Bros.). I wanted to fight him, but I couldn't get the glove on my right hand (you try lacing up your gloves when you've already got one on), so he kept egging me on. Then when I was distracted, I felt him grab a lock of my hair and snip it. My hair is pretty long and I'm planning to donate it someday, so you can imagine I was pretty pissed off. I was about ready to kill this guy, but when I looked down at my glove, it had become a glove-shaped gun that shot plastic balls, and the objective was to run around the restaurant shooting at targets placed on the various arcade machines. Not only was I removed from the boxing match, I was placed into an event that I wasn't ready for, so naturally, I lost.

I go out to the parking lot and get ready to leave, but something told me that I needed to go back.

I walk back into the restaurant, and I find that the asshole has won the tournament and is sitting at a banquet table loaded with food, and he's wearing a crown and cape. I tip the entire table over, tackle him to the ground, and start smashing his face into a bloody pulp. I could actually feel the bones breaking against my fist.

My dream self scares the hell out of me.