Wow. Bizarre dream last night. I still remember it vividly. This is the first dream I’ve had for months that I can remember this far into the day.
I was spending some time at what was a ranch style strip mall, with covered roofs connecting the different buildings. Think, “Sante Fe,” with stucco roofs and all.
I knew that I didn’t live there permanently, but I was spending time there, living with an enclave of RPG gamers. This place was know to be a hotspot for RPG gamers because some sort of retail/warehouse store for RPG goods was located here. These people just sort of gravitated there to live, sort of like following the Grateful Dead.
So, I was spending time with these people. An entire game was played out in my dream.
Until a naked female, who resembles someone I was friends with way back in school, shows up. Her and her friend were both naked. They didn’t seem to mind being naked because they were part of some sort of circus type of performing troupe. But they got separated from the troupe, and were lost. We recognized each other, so we obviously knew each other from some other dream, probably.
Well, there was a McDonald’s type of playground nearby. The plastic type. We crawled in a tube and had sex.
I didn’t think your dream was that bizarre. At least not when I’ve rescued Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen who were my sisters from a hovering UFO that wanted to abduct them
Here’s what I remember of the dream I woke up from this morning:
I was having lunch with a film producer in a small cafe, talking about the possibility of adapting a book that I’m working on for film. While this was happening, I was simultaneously aware that my consciousness was emanating from a tree-like being in another dimension, which was scribbling furiously with its many limbs on sketch-paper made with its own pulp, standing on an easel made from its own body. Periodically, it stopped to bite the tips of its limbs off, because it was using its own sap for ink. As I became aware of this interdimensional being, and the dependence of the physical world on it’s sketching, I realized that it was more real than the cartoon it was producing, and that I had been deluding myself about what’s real all this time. I was the tree, not the sketch. When I tried to communicate this to my companion, who of course was just another facet of the tree-being’s (and therefore my) consciousness, I found that I’d lost the power of speech, so I bit the ends of my fingers off and started drawing the both the tree and its drawing on the white tablecloth in blood, which the film producer found alarming, for some reason.
Now, I play a lot of computer games. As such, they tend to pop up in my dreams.
Oddest one I can recall starts with me on a dirt and rock driveway, at night. I’ve found a busted laser pointer (this was several years ago, when I really wanted one) and was hammering on the metal casing with a rock, trying to reshape it back to normal. I look out into the night… cut to a scene of the computer game Starcraft™. I am the commander of a Zerg (insectoid/biological species) base. And my base is under attack from… Stalin, from Command and Conquer Red Alert ™. There are no tanks or missiles in sight, but my buildings are blowing up, and I just know it’s his doing. So I flee into one of my smaller buildings. In there, I come to a room with a box of Magic the Gathering cards (a game I was thinking of trying at the time). I pick them up, and one of the cards turns into a Phoenix whose tail/legs form into an energy drill. This Phoenix/drill begins drilling downward, and a force begins sucking things into the hole it is making. I flee to another building.
Cut to me, in this building, which is all organicky looking, in the middle of a city intersection. No cars anywhere, but I begin to fly this building up and away, only to have my leg go through the floor and get tangled in a powerline. I get free, and fly on til I land oon a mountain ledge. A rhinoceros climbs in through a previuosly unseen window. We fly up and away through the sky. I awake. I am confused. The End
I was lying on a laboratory bed and my whole body was twisted into a defromed shape. For some reason I was tied down. After a while my deformed flesh managed to break free from the ropes and I rushed out of the lab which mysteriously turned into a hardware store. The hardware store opened up into a destered back alley strewn with garbage, condoms, syringes, etc. A gang of 6 year old schoolchildren lived there, but the all wore featureless white masks and carried meat cleavers, seeped in blood. As my fear took me over, I tried to run and the children kept following me, brandishing their cleavers. I ran into a similarly deserted high street and bumped into a huge sign that read “Rape.” I’d lost the children, but all of a sudden a rush of cars came. I was then mysteriously in a field. Then I woke up.
As far as the OP goes, the only thing odd about your dream was that an RPG gamer got laid (rimshot)
I’m an Evercrack addict - don’t shoot me!
But far and away, this is the weirdest dream I’ve ever had:
I dreamed that I was wall stretching infinitely in every direction, with the vacuum of space on either side. I can’t describe how terrifying it is to no longer have a body, and to feel the need to breathe, but have no lungs or mouth or nose to do it with. It’s like trying to imagine what it would be like to not have an arm or a leg, but worse. I didn’t even think my brain could invent a sensation for that kind of experience. I started to panic, and that’s when I woke up. But the worst part was that I realized that I was awake, and I could see my room, but the sensation of being unable to breathe and of being all “stretched out” persisted for 10 or 15 seconds before I could slowly feel my body again.
It had me rather freaked out about going to sleep for a few days. Nothing like that ever happened again.
I had this one this morning, and here’s the shortened version since Netscape died on me 2/3 through the detailed one and I don’t want to type it all again:
I’m in a nice restaraunt, end up talking to two women in the women’s restroom (I’m a guy, standing in the threshold to the WC), they start singing a Godsmack song, I say that the one who was singing sounds a lot like Sully Erna (Godsmack vocalist), she tells me that I should “write it on my forehead, then” and looks offended when I say that he can play drums. Also, I got the feeling that they were there to meet a man they were having an affair with.
The other night I dreamed I was a serial killer. My fiance came home to find bloody clothes on the floor, and I couldn’t figure out a nice way to tell him that I’d killed 48 people, so I decided it’d be easiest to break the news to him by turning it into a musical. I woke my fiance up at 3 a.m. singing:
The clothes you see here
all over the floor
They’re all from my victims
and not from the store
The rest of the clothes
are tied in a bag
I killed them myself
because they all made me mad
<chorus>
I killed 'em, I did it, yep, I killed 'em…
Anyway, it wasn’t a very sophisticated musical, but not bad for someone who’s sleeping. It kind of creeped my fiance out, though, and I don’t think we’ll be watching Chicago before bed for a while.
I quite like the dream I had last night.
We were on those metal scooter things. I quickly learned a few interesting moves. And then started teaching the moves to my friends. After a while A girl I know (someone I’ve known and liked in real life since we were 5) was in the dream. She had been scootering too. There were marks on the floor from the moves. I showed her a few and said I did those. She as impressed.
Suddenly I was riding the scooter home along the motorway. As I got near to home a dog in the back garden of one of the nearby houses started barking like mad at me. It was one of those little stocky dogs with the long faces (ugly things). It scared me (as it was jumping over the fences and it seemed only a matter of time before it would be free and attached to my leg). I ‘scootered’ like mad now. As I got nearer to home there was a much bigger dog wearing a black plastic mask of a dog of a different breed waiting outside my front door. I wasn’t scared of this one as it seemed friendly and relaxed. As I got to it I let it into my house. My friend from across the road seemed to find this hilarious and was laughing as I let the dog in.
The dream ended.
(that description is the 10% or so of the actual dream that I managed to remember)
(rimshot)