Weird and Wonderful Dreams

[Falcon]

Over the years, I've had some very strange dreams. Basically this is a thread to share some of your weird and wonderful dreams that you've had (but let's keep it clean ).

Three of the wierdest dreams (although there are many, many more) I've had are:

1. My primary school was like Hogwarts. The teachers and students were all wizards/witches. One day, the teachers had defeated Lord Voldermort and had prepared a shrine of sorts located near the sick bay. I went up to his body during recess and looked at him. I checked that nobody was around me and, even though he was already dead, I somehow figured that if I levitated his body and dropped him he would get hurt. So I said "wingardium leviosa" but nothing happened. Scared, I ran away. After recess there was an emergency assembly and the teachers told us that someone had raised Lord Voldermort from the dead. Apparently the spell to ressurect the dead is "Wingardium Levyosa". I knew that I had accidenatlly ressurected Lord Voldermort. We had to evactuate the school but before I knew it Lord Voldermort was walking very stiffly and slowly towards me, with a strange evil grin on his face ( ). Somehow, I knew that even though I had raised him from the dead he wanted to kill me. Me and some other random guy I made up started running away when we reached this old plumbing yard. We started climbing up these ramps that had various broken plumbing equipment, like kitchen sinks, toilets, shower heads etc. I looked behind us and saw in the distance Lord Voldermort, but also for some reason right behind us were his evil minions: the winged monkeys from The Wizard of Oz!We kept on running upwards in a spiral, the winged monkeys right behind us and Lord Voldermort not too far away when we reached the top. At the end of the path was one glowing toilet, the only non-broken peice of eqipment in the whole place. We chcked over the edge of the spiral and saw that we were trapped so we looked at the toilet, lokked at each other, nodded and then one by one we hopped into the toilet and pressed the flush button, escaping inevtiable doom. The dream ended with a flash of black, then I woke up.

The next two are much shorter, simply because I dont remember much of them. Sorry about the long read

2. All I remember is that it involved me and my brother being held captive by an evil half lizard/half human creature who also had my parents trapped in another part of a hotel he owned. I rescued my brother, then my parents and then made a getaway by flying atop of toilet rolls. Te weird part was in the dream I could honestly feel wind rushing through my body, even though I was wrapped up in blankets.

3. I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer's apprentice (I know that's not the way it works, besides the fact I'm not a girl). Basically, she and I had to fight vampires and reclaim my school which had been infiltrated by vampires...who I've just realised did not get burnt by sunlight

Sorry if this kinda thing has been done before. Anyway, if not, why not share some of your weird dreams. You've already now seen why I belong in a therapists office, now I want to see if you do too
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"Where there's life, there's hope"

[RAMPAGE]

Well to start off this first part is real life. A few years ago i was working at a carpark. Anyway this guy came over and asked if he could leave his and his mates bmx bikes in our office, now one of them picked up the bmx and the other was gonna come back latter. Well the guy never game back and the bike was put in our storage room outside. It was one of the mongoose bike the silver ones. It need some work but still was pretty good. Now i wanted to take it home as it was just sitting there for a few months but i never did. Anyway her is were the dream comes in. The bloody bike keeps poping up in my dreams every now and then. Now all these years latter its poped up again last night and it was so real i woke up thinking im gonna ride it to work but then relized man i never got it. I think it is a sign i need to go buy a bike the same as the one all those years ago.

But the one i get the most is i have people chasing me trying to kill me. I havent had if for a while but it was the most commen. I like the idea of being a hero and taking out the bad guys so i guess thats were this one comes into it.

[Blacko]

I love my dreams (Apart from some) -

*Note : Snakes are a recurring evil throughout all my nightmares, afraid of em >*

1.
This weird-ass dream - It starts off where I'm in a grocery store, I'm just standing there, then all of a sudden, Tom Cruise comes out, and then I'm being chased by Scientologists and Mormons are trying to kill me (Think Dead Rising but replace the zombies) Everything is all crazy, then they plant a bomb, and now i'm trying to escape from the building, I manage to get to the automatic doors, but a lady falls over, I go back help her up, then somehow I become stuck, I'm just stuck there, finally i get unstuck run to the doors, doors won't open, then Ka-Booooooooooooom. Very weird dream

2.
Same Basis as last time, still being chased by Mormons + scientologists, and I'm running around a grassy yet somewhat suburban place, and then snakes come out of no where (Snakes are prob one of my greatest fears) and I'm running along a barb wire fence, then wake up.

3.
I was basically Ed Elric off FMA, running around with auto-mail, pretty cool

4.
This dream had multiple endings, basically it starts off I'm at school, and I walk into the toilets, then all of a sudden the world is taken over Aliens, they come along and killing everyone -

a) I escape the toilets, and running around a semi-jungle area Rambo style, I find one, kill him, then I get tracked by some others, and eventually die.
b) I get outside, and I run to the top of the hill to the last building, where I grab my dog and a few class mates and hide inside a building, theres a lil hiding spot under the floor boards, we hide there, then I fall into a coma, and come out of it, and my dog is supreme ruler of the universe.

5.
This was when I was obsessed with PS3, because I really want one, still haven't got one, but less-obsessed, I kept having (More then 1) dreams about winning one, then I'd wake up, then I'll realize an get mad, damn this material world crap.
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[G3ck0]

What about those dreams you have, and when you wake up you think you are falling. Maybe it's just me, but it makes me do a spasm sometimes.

[Azza]

[ittekimasu]

I find alot of my dreams are affected by the anime/jdrama that i watch and games that i play, like playing dawn of war 40k would have me dream of a more sci-fi setting where your apart of the army trying to survive on your way back to base, but recently i've been havind odd dreams about a large mmo which i could compare with the world from .hack series but like anything anime/mmo based there wasn't really any restrictions to what skills you could have, so was basically a pirate throughout the whole thing with a couple of friends who i've played online with.

...dreaming about being a pirate pillaging isn't so bad, but dreaming about being a pirate which was a character on an mmo that doesn't exist made me worry why not just play the pirate without having to be the person playing the game who was a pirate oO.. and i don't even play wow.
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[Samboy]

last night i had one of the weirdest dreams.

i was at a disturbed concert, but it was like... outside, in a forest. it was just after the concert finished, and i bought a white shirt with a picture on it. merchandise was expensive, but this shirt, for some reason, was really cheap. i cant remember what the picture was of.

and it was like... the shirt would sing, if you rubbed it, while wearing it. classical music, not anything i normally listen to. but if you rubbed it, the shirt would randomly start singing.

but it didnt worked for me, so someone said that i needed to snort some cocaine first, and then it would.

and so i did, and it had no effect on me mentally, like, i was absolutely normal, but my shirt started singing when i rubbed it. so i guess it worked?

and then we went further into the forest, with my singing shirt, snorting lots of cocaine, to make sure that it kept singing.

we (who 'we' are, i dont know, but i know there was people with me, even if i dont know them.) and some random people where there, sitting around in a circle, for no reason. i knew them in the dream, somehow, but i dont know who they are. and they all had singing shirts aswell...
and so we all sat around with our shirts singing...

and this is when my sister woke me up.

im a very anti drug person though, so this is why it was so weird. i never have or will take any drugs in my life, and in this dream, i remember it so clearly (i never, ever, ever remember any of my dreams, so this is quite shocking to me). its just a weird combination.
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[Fetidchimp]

I was passing through a small outback town with a couple of friends and we decided it would be a good idea to go and have a few drinks at the pub. When we arrive at the pub we are hit on the back of the head and knocked out. Next thing I have a bag being removed from my head to find i am standing in the same pub with what appears to be a choir. At the front of the choir is Johnny Young with a shotgun pointed at all these nervous people.
It turns out that there is a bush choir competition between these 2 outback towns and one town is so determined to win that they have been kidnapping people who pass through the town and forcing them into the choir.
The funny thing is i remember this dream as a mix of texas chainsaw massacre and the cars that ate paris, and for such a strange premise i do remember crapping myself over this family of inbred Johnny Youngs hunting us after we got away from the pub choir.

I also remember being half way through one of the songs in the pub and having to pick large shards of glass out of my gums and mouth and that part seemed very real for some reason.
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kill, kill, kill.....the white man. Kill the white man, kill

[3mt]

i'm still waiting for the dream to come by which involves me eating copious amounts of chocolate. I get the enjoyment, but i dont get the fat...
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[doubt]

Well last night I had quite a weird dream. I can't remember it all (always tends to happen with dreams).

Anyway here's what I remember:

I was with some friends, who apparently had disappeared for a while, I presumed into the houses around us. Outside was a Subway (as in the place where you buy delicious subs). I stood outside watching and ordering subs were two Indian guys. They were getting the sub for me. I could see as they were lining up that they were scheming something but anyway they ended up getting me a free sub.

Now at some point a lady came up and stole my sub. I don't really remember why but I remember her evil smile as she did.

I wasn't having any of this.

I went to a coffee shop (where she worked) and saw her, her face full of dread at the sight of me. I grabbed my sub and screamed at her something like "You're not getting a free sub! Try and sell coffee now!" and she was crying at this.

I felt really triumphant.

I looked around the coffee shop and on my left were 3 identical girls all sitting on a single armchair with the same expression on their faces (think blow up doll) and staring at the wall.
I also saw a few actors (Dr. Cox from Scrubs) sitting around just talking.

The last thing I remember is asking myself why the hell this place is full of so many actors.
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[Azza]

I was goung to school, as usual, when i was drowned in Superman 64 cartridges (i had played it the day before) and saw Superman lying on a pile of money laughing at my foolish superman 64-buying self. I then grabbed one, kamehameha'd it at him and he exploded in a death star explosion.

That was more of a nightmare, if anything...
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[Mini_matesy]

I think this may be clos to top on the wierd side...not so sure about the wonderful.


Now I will say before hand....this does not make any sense and is probably a fair sign that I am losing my mind.

It started off early in the morning with my Dad and I standing out the back of our house early in the morning, talking. It wasn't the house I'm in now but the one I lived in about 3 1/2 years ago. When walking back inside to get ready for school...yes I was still in school (it's a nightmare already) we came across a pile of scrap next to the back door, consisting of an old rusted body of a car, two or three old tellies and various other junk, but still didn't take up to much of the Yard as it was massive. We thought not to worry about how it got there until we got home.

I went through the entire day of school, seemingly normal except that I was attentive and writing like crazy the whole time. After school had finished my dad picked me up in the car along with my mother and sister.

We came almost all the way home (which for some reason was my old house in the location of my current one..) and stopped about a block from there....seemed to make sense in the dream. Me and my father walked home but stopped when we saw a car with a big trailer driveng over a house....not through it or around it...right over the top. We both thought it was amazing and were pointing and laughing when we noticed the car had come from our street and the trailer contained our boat.

We called the police as we walked to the house...actually telling them that a car that drove over a house stole our boat.

When we arrived at the house it looked like a bomb had hit...well not a big bomb, the building was still standing..stupid saying really.

All the windows in the house were broken; there was a bonfire the porch and holes in the walls.

We entered the front door cautiously, the first thing I noticed was an Assault rifle laying, disassembled, on the floor. Seeing that I am a man and it is a weapon, I eagerly picked it up and assembled it, which was surprisingly easy as all the pieces were connected by a piece of string and by simply pulling on one end it came together, then it was just a matter of using the tightening wheels….no I don’t know what that is but I did in the dream and that’s all that matters…just smile and nod.

After that we left the house (went straight out the front door again without checking the house) and headed down the sideway. When we arrived in the backyard, the half facing the house was piled 20 feet high with scrap metal and junk.

We turned to look at the pile in all it’s glory, and noticed that there was a throne at the top, where sat a small man, about 4 foot tall with small antlers and a snout for a nose. (I warned you it was weird)

At this point I raised the gun to fire upon the guy on the throne when I discovered that the remaining half of the yard was filled with all sorts of alien/monster creatures. Some half human half animal some with horns, some with claws…..some with no faces, all surprisingly well detailed and animated…..

Anyways, my dad pulled the barrel of my gun down and we climbed the mountain of scrap to the antler and snout guy. He looked us over and belched, speaking in a foreign language………sounded French. So me and my Dad have been sitting for about 20 minutes next to this thing trying to explain using actions what had happened and why they were here….obviously no response. A monster then came forwards, half moth half human, who speaks English. He quickly translates and I’m sitting there while my dad has a conversation, surrounded by monsters, tightly clinging my gun.

After a few minutes of this the conversation seems to be making headway and my dad has found out where the boat is. We are about to head off as the pile starts to crumble. Suddenly it explodes and we are flown through the air and land in the vegetable patch across the yard. From then it is obvious what caused the explosion as a massive beast is standing where the pile was, almost thirty feet tall with a large body, dangling arms with viscous claws and a head set into the body with an enormous mouth full of razor sharp teeth……..”COUGH”..Rancor..”COUGH”…Copyright Infringement…”COUGH”.

The beast lunges toward us but we are able to duck underneath its blow and make it to my gun, which was just powerful enough to hold off its attack for me and my dad to escape. My Dad insisted that we had to go and get the boat…..surely the monster in the backyard was a little more dire, but apparently not.

We arrived back at the car (which apparently my sister and mother hadn’t left) and headed off for the beach where the boat had been taken.

I recognized the beach instantly…reoccurring in my dreams since I saw a doco on killer whales when I was about seven. I saw the way they shoot up on to the beach to get seals, scared the hell out of me, so I exaggerated it a little. They are now Great White sharks who can come up all the width of the beach to the concrete barrier which separates it from the road.

Already I knew this was going to be fun!!!!

All four of us ran down the beach towards the boat which was about to be launched.
The people who stole the boat turn and charge at us, 6 of them with weapons in hand. It is only now I notice they are Mexicans…one even has a sombrero on, Oh my god, my subconscious is racist!!!

The sharks start coming up the sand, a dozen or so at a time, straight out and back in only a few seconds. The first wave of sharks missed everyone, but the second got three of the Mexicans and my mum, luckily it let go of my mum and she was able to climb into the relative safety of the boat. The third got all of the remaining Mexicans as well as me and my dad. I shot at the head of the shark with my father then turned to the one holding me.

I was in the water before I had a chance to fire and the gun wouldn’t work underwater so I held as tight as I could, drew back the gun and thrust it towards the shark’s eye. With that he let me go partly, but still had my right leg and started to bite harder and harder and I could feel the blood rushing out of me as I faded out

End of the dream……..No of course not…too easy


I come back in to see the funeral…my funeral from and floating perspective. There was an enormous crowd of people (coz I’m just that great) including a large amount of the monsters from the backyard including the Rancor type monster and one of the Mexicans missing a leg, wearing a tuxedo……awww he thinks he’s people.

Then my father comes up to speak and says glad he is to have the boat back and although my death was an “inconvenience”, wanted to ensure everyone the boat was not harmed, and with an insurance claim from suing that beach, he got a better motor, new paint job and a much more comfortable seat…….


So yeah, I have basically put this dream of mine up in a few places to see if anyone can make sense of it....I sure can't.

[G3ck0]

Maybe it's telling you that your dad will always be happy, as long as he has is boat, if he even has one. What a weird dream, and it must have taken ages to write up.