In your dreams...[]

I had a very strange dream.

WWIII.

It started with a civil war in Germany, which led to Austria somehow becoming an Empire again. The US, UK, France, and Austria all joined forces to form the Allies. Germany was the enemy. (I assume there was more, but the dream only focused on Europe and the US.) Germany was winning, but then all of a sudden, there was an alien invasion. They invaded the East coast of the United States, and then the dream just started showing a bunch of battles.


It was really weird, but all pretty awesome.

Sounds like a Michael Bay movie...[]

Nah. The plot is far too in-depth...

Here Valued.

Thanks Katls. It seems kinda weird that this goes under serious.

I had the strangest dream last night. In it, I was still in High School, and my best friends's uncle (Jason Bateman) picked both of us up after school. But wait, it gets weirder, through out the entire ride I didn't make a single Arrested Development reference, or even mention how much I love the show. We just talked about normal things. Then he dropped me off at the end of my street. As I walked to my house I saw Felicia Day pulling into her garage (In my dreams we're neighbors) with Jon Heder in the backseat (in a booster seat, no less). I waved at Felicia, she waved back,and I thought nothing of it.

Is your best friend's uncle really Jason Bateman?

semicolon wrote:Is your best friend's uncle really Jason Bateman?

We both wish.

I recently had a dream in which Tony Blair, the English politician, took me and Jack Reacher, the fictional US Army cop from the Lee Child books, and a bunch of other people hostage.
Then Blair morphed into like 6 people and launched into a Tim Burton style dance routine with Margaret Thatcher.
I had a headache all next day after that one.

Even more recently, I had a dream where someone started a fight with me so I reached down, grabbed his legs around the calves and pulled up.
He fell back and hit the ground head first.
Unconcious or dead, dunno which, but I walked into a building afterward.

So a while back, I had a nightmare involving Slenderman standing outside the sliding glass door that leads to my backyard.

Last night, I had a dream where I was put into a similar situation. I was inside the house, Slenderman was outside of it.
The difference this time, was that I had a katana.
I ran outside and swung at him, but missed, and he ran off across the field outside my house. Once I was satisfied with how far away he was. I walked back to my house in triumph.

GOOD JOB DEWMANN. THAT PROBABLY MEANS YOU CONQUERED YOUR FEARS, OR, SOMETHING.


The other day, I had a dream I was back in school, and doing math.

And I didn't. Care. BUM BUM BUM!

Also, I think I was naked, but no one seemed to care.

OH SLENDERMAN DREAMS

I once had sleep paralysis and I saw Slenderbuddy standing over me and I tried to run or scream or anything but I couldn't. I think I've told this story before.

Loneliest god damn dream last night. Dreamed that I was in love with a girl and she was in love with me. We were cuddling, and I was looking deep in her eyes. The narrator (a future me apparently) then said "If I had only known this was the last time I'd see her, I would have held her ever tighter, loved her ever more."

Also her irises looked like this, complete with the transition from green to red.

Whats up with that.

Wow....your dream narrator's a jerk. []

I have recurring dreams where I'm in a giant thrift store mostly full of old books and curios and things.

Someone invent that doohickey from Inception. I want to go to Ziggy's dream-thrift-store.

I have a lot of dreams about finding vast forgotten locations either in my house or on campus. Like a huge, beautiful library that leads to a corridor and a suite of rooms that my dream self knows I've visited before but can't have, because they don't exist. I'd really like for a lot of these places to be real...[]

I either have intensely realistic dreams that always leave me a bit disappointed when I wake up or ones so bizarre that even while dreaming I go "This is insane. No way this is real."

Oh gods I know, Gorgro.

JT_the_Ninja wrote:I have a lot of dreams about finding vast forgotten locations either in my house or on campus. Like a huge, beautiful library that leads to a corridor and a suite of rooms that my dream self knows I've visited before but can't have, because they don't exist. I'd really like for a lot of these places to be real...[]

That's some T.S. Eliot-esque shit right there.

My dreams are typically very stressful involving me attempting to run to or from something and not being able to contact the floor correctly or move fast.
I once had a dream the North Korean military was after my and my church youth group, and they got me and my mom and broke our legs and tossed us in an alley. I think I have probably mentioned this before.

You should see a p-sychiatrist...[]

I had a strange dream.

It started out (Or, the earliest thing I can remember is,) I was in a building. It was sort of like an empty strip mall office. I walked outside. It was a very grey day, cold, overcast, and I was on a concrete road.

Anyway, as soon as I walked out, I saw this guy. He was coughing a lot, and in my mind, I knew, suddenly "He was infected."

So, I avoided him, frightened. I started walking down the street, until I saw a tall tree, with a treehouse in it. It was just a normal, little treehouse. I already knew it was there, and it was a common hang out for my friends and I, in the dream. I climbed up, and Taco was there. Apparently we hang out, in dream world, which is pretty cool, because I would love to hang out with Taco.

Anyway, we got under a blanket, because it was fucking cold, and then we played some weird video game where we were sharks, and we had to go around the ocean eating stuff. Which, thinking on it, would be such a cool video game.

That went on, for, like, a really long time. It was fun. Just fake-hanging-out with Taco in dream-world. We should do it again some time. (Oh, there was a house next to the treehouse, and Dewmann lived there. I don't know how I know, the dream just told me that. Dream-me knew, so... Dream-me also knew JT lived in the same area, so I think it was a neighborhood populated by all of us.


After that, I said bye, and climbed down. I went to another weird, empty building, that looked like a cross between what you would see backstage of a play, and a storage building. There, I found.... Well, it was either Rare, or Robin, from How I Met Your Mother. Or maybe it was both, because it sort of went back and forth between the two. Anyway, she was crying, because her boyfriend dumped her, so I sat down next to her and comforted her.

And then I woke up.

It was a really weird dream, in that... It sorta wasn't that weird. It was almost like a normal day, except there was just enough weird stuff to make dream-me feel unsettled, as if something was off.

On one hand, it was fun hanging out with Taco, in the dream, and it was a very interesting dream. On the other, it was kind of creepy, in that I knew something was wrong the whole time, but I never could figure out what.

I keep having the hyper realistic ones.
It's getting annoying.

One of my favorite theories is that our dreams are actually us perceiving ourselves in parallel universes, or like whenever you feel controlled by another person in your regular state. But then, what are lucid dreams?

Inception. []

Had a strange dream montage last night with Indiana Jones firing an amber arrow and somehow yelling my name before cutting to a suburban neighborhood where I'm crawling through someone's garage and the owners happen to be ridiculously insane. For some reason they're accusing me of trying to steal alcohol while I was actually just carrying a red mat (dinnerplate sized) that I hit the male over the head with before running out and being tackled while pulled backwards into the house.

So.

A few months before I started anti-psychotics/depressants I was dreaming of a wedding, and I was the bride. And we were, rehearsing, in some way, and I felt like I was familer with the person. And we kissed, and I woke up horrified since I didn't even know the person.

Disjointed thoughts, and all.