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I lived in a world where everyone’s life span was determined by a watch they wore on their wrist. You could kill someone by fast forwarding their watch and the dream ended just as soon as I realised that you could live forever by putting back the watch every day.
I had another dream where I hunted some sort of lizard creature through the house. When I caught it, I realised it was a gentle, innocent creature but I was forced to kill it regardless, slowly cutting it into pieces with a laser.
Funny you should ask. I had a detailed one last night.
In this dream, I went to a big city (Atlanta or New York) to visit Sampiro. At least that’s what I called him in the dream, but it was actually a gay male friend of mine who I haven’t seen in years. I could tell he wasn’t too glad to see me. I remember us looking out the window of his apartment at people skating on an ice rink across the street and snow was falling. There was something odd about the window glass which caused the scene to flicker and change colors, and “Sampiro” said he’d get bored looking out the window if it didn’t.
There were other people in the apartment, and I realized that we were all supposed to contribute a dish to a meal we were going to have. I decided to whip something up using food from the cupboards…and some fish fillets I happened to have in a casserole dish. (When I wondered where the fish came from, I suddenly had a “memory” of buying it from a man passing with a truckfull.) I had everything I needed to cook, except a jar of spaghetti sauce. I asked “Sampiro” where the nearest grocery store was, and he pointed vaguely and said it was on Union Street. When I asked for clarification, he got exasperated and said, “God, haven’t you ever been to the city before?”
I decided to just walk out and try to find a little bodega. I climbed down the fire escape to the street.
……Next thing I know, I’m in a mostly deserted office building where two women are having a fight. One of the women is Bernadette Peters. She grabs the other woman and shoves her long hair into a shredder. The shredder is sucking up the woman’s hair and spitting it out in big chunks. It’s also spitting out paper on which there are pictures of big chunks of hair. The shredder is drawing the woman in and she’s screaming. The floor of the office is covered with water. Bernadette flicks the light switch and for some reason this causes the woman to be electrocuted (we are standing just inside the next room and are not harmed). Bernadette flicks the switch off and says something extremely coldblooded, which unfortunately I have forgotten. Together, she and I go downstairs and leave the building. I am trembling with shock and fear, but Bernadette is cheerful.
As we pass a jewelry shop, I suddenly tell her that I am going to buy a birthday gift for my little sister and dodge inside. I start yelling to the owner to call 911 and give them his address. Outside, Bernadette is hopping into a car full of people and they start to drive away, when someone apparently realizes that I’m a witness to the murder and they turn around. The shop owner, customers, and I run outside and hop into and onto a pickup truck. I realize the neighborhood is mostly deserted and we need people around, so the shopkeeper starts blowing the horn and I start screaming as the carful of murderers starts shooting at us.
I wake up.
BTW, I used to take calcium pills before bed, but they seemed to make me sleep deeper and dream less, so I quit. I always have very interesting dreams. Many times, if I think about it, I can understand why I dream something, but last night’s dream pretty much came from left field.
One possible connection: Yesterday I was looking at baby names of German origin, in an attempt to name a new dog. I may have seen the name Bernadette.
When I was about 17 I had a dream that my father, my two brothers and I came home and found the house was filled with human bones. Think the tomb scenes in Indiana Jones meets California contemporary house. Bones and cob webs ever where, on the floor on the tables on the piano. The stairs up to the second floor were completely filled with long bones and we had to use shovels to clear the stairs out. When we got upstairs I went to my room and found that all the skulls were stacked in a pyramid on my bed.
I just spent a week sleeping on a very uncomfortable sofa bed which led to all sorts of odd dreams.
The one I remember most was being at a college where there had been a rash of murders. Apparently it was a school of cusine because we were all making soup. I pulled my spoon out of my soup pot (one of those big stove-top style pots, not some African cannibal cartoon type) and started to pull up a blonde girl who was in there. So I pulled her dead self out of my soup and tried to get some attention but no one seemed to care. So I left her to go find a phone and dial 911 and, when I returned, someone had performed CPR on her and she was alive and I felt bad for assuming she was dead and leaving her to die while I looked for a phone. But she did thank me for fishing her out of the pot in the first place.
In said dream I was a passenger in a small Cesna type plane. Somehow I managed to fall out of it at a fairly high altitude, but more or less over the airport. I don’t really remember what I was thinking as I fell, but I noticed the building containing the pilot’s lounge and snack bar and steered my fall towards it. Crashed through the roof and bounced off a table and wound up sitting in a chair.
Looked over at the server and ordered a cup of coffee.
I was a young kid, and my brother was an infant. (He’s actually one year older than I.) I had a knife and fork and was cutting a piece out of his belly, presumably to eat it. Luckily I moved on or woke up before that happened, but I felt nauseous during and after the dream.
I don’t remember them too long, so the weirdest one is typically the most recent weird dream.
Yesterday afternoon after work I took a one-hour nap, and had the following odd dream:
I was walking on the sidewalk coming up to a fairly busy street that I was familiar with, though only in the dream. I saw a group of people starting to block the street and thought to myself, kind of matter-of-fact, “Oh, they must be getting ready for the Kennedy assassination reenactment. Good. I’ll cross the street now.” As if this were a perfectly normal event. It seemed to be a local small-town thing, with folks I apparently was familiar with involved, and it seemed ordinary, as if every town did this. As I crossed, I saw that they did exactly what I thought, though the details were obscured. I then had a thought “I’ll add a little bit to the show” so I started running towards them like crazy shouting “They shot Kennedy!” to get in the proper spirit of the thing.
Once the “reenactment” was over, I found myself following some of the actors in the direction I was walking towards work, chatted with them saying “Wow, it seems like just yesterday that you guys did this. You know, when you have a regular event like this it just makes the years seem to pass so quickly every time it comes. I guess you also probably do it on November 22 too, right?”
They then got into a nice looking sports car (like a Ferrari) and a girl walked by and got in the car with them. Then I woke up.
I once dreamed that I was playing with a pistol, and it accidently discharged and hit my best friend. He asked me why I did it and I said it was an accident. However, I didn’t want him telling the police who shot him, so I was really really sorry, but I had to shoot him again to kill him. He kept begging and pleading with me to stop, and I felt so bad, because he was my best friend and stuff, but you know, I really didn’t want to get into trouble. He kept begging and I kept shooting.
That was a pretty awful dream.
How would I possibly know that? All I can know is, of the dreams that I can remember, which is the weirdest. If one of the ones I’m forgetting was weirder, I won’t know it.
The dream with the storm outside that sent down lightning that gathered itself into electric beavers that climbed in the window and kept following us (me and the kids - it’s an old dream so they were young at the time) was kind of weird. We ended up huddling on a sofa with tall legs 'cause the beavers were flat and couldn’t reach up off the floor.
After trying to keep them from climbing the legs to get us for quite awhile, it turned out that they were MY beavers and would just disappear into me if I touched them. I woke up soon after absorbing (reabsorbing?) them all so that the kids could get down off the couch.
I don’t remember my strangest dream–but I remember my husband’s. He was sound asleep, sat bolt upright and yelled at the top of his lungs “cast-iron Hibachi,” and then flopped back down shaking like a leaf in a cold sweat. He never revealed the true terror. But he threw out our little black Hibachi grill and glares at me whenever I bring it up.
Added: This was 30 years ago.
I had this totally bizzare nightmare about a month ago.
I noticed there was some commotion outside with neighhbors looking up into the sky. Once outside when you looked up you could see the earth through the clouds as if you were in orbit looking down at the planet.
People were freaking out thinking we were looking at another earth-like planet miles above us but we came to the conclusion that the atmosphere was doing something really strange and we were actually seeing a reflection of the earth.
As the reflection slowly started to fade you could see the sun again but it was now floating in black space instead of a blue sky and it was moving across the sky.
We also saw the moon at about 4x it’s size cruise past.
The impending doom started to set in as I realized some cataclysmic natural occurance had knocked the earth out of it’s orbit, we would all probably be dead within a week, and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it.
One of my weirdest was when I was in a large city- not really sure which one- and having dinner with some friends. In the middle of the dream in walked your grandmother Tzeitel (may she rest in peace- and for a woman who has been dead for 30 years she looked very good), and then Grandmother Tzeitel was followed by this stanger pushing a huge ball of dung. First she insisted she knew me- that I was some odd gay male friend who I didn’t look a thing like- and then she not only invited herself to dinner with us, but insisted on making some type of godawful fish spaghetti with fish she pulled out of the dung ball. We pretended we didn’t have spaghetti sauce, and so she became irate and hysterical, kicked a large Korean woman who was holding either a chicken or a baby (can’t remember which), and demanded we tell her where the nearest grocery store was. Hoping to get rid of her (and her disgusting Sardine Marinara concoction) we gave her false directions not to a grocery store but to a place where we knew that Bernadette Peters was rehearsing the chipper scene from her upcoming musical production of Fargo, at which time the woman peed on the floor and exited through the fire escape.
That was the last time I ever ate a fish and pasta just before bedtime.
Two days ago as a matter of fact. I always seem to have bizarre dreams when napping anyhow, and this was no exception.
I had a dream that the people who just moved in down the road who I went to school with were at Sears, and I was watching them load their loot up in their van, when suddenly the wife was right behind me and we started to talk. Now, I never got along with her in school, she wasn’t very friendly, and he was friendly, as his little sister and I were pretty good friends.
We ended up back at my house, trading stories and mostly having a good time.
The weird part?
The whole dream was close captioned. And I was watching it as if from an audience view. To top it off, I was getting pretty annoyed by the spelling mistakes.
My husband took great joy in telling everyone at work his wife dreams in closed captioning.
I have dream “sets”. There are several locations that repeat, but the dream itself is always different. I also halfway lucid dream. I realize that I am dreaming, and can control myself, but not my surroundings.
anyway…
My weirdest dream bar none was the one where I was surfing on a giant oreo cookie.
most of my dreams involve conflict of some sort. Often I have to fight multiple opponents without rest, or make my way through a horde of animals/zombies/faceless people/etc. This is totally made up for by the flying dreams, which I have at least once a week!
I have very weird dreams on a regular basis.
The most memorable, from 8th grade:
Floating whales (floating in the air) were trying to take over the world, and humanity’s only refuge were McDonald’s bathrooms. It was a very sinister dream, as whales of all sizes blotted out the sun like looming storm clouds.
I think it was spawned by a real experience I had, in which about 5 tornadoes at once were threatening to touch down at an amusement park. We were trying to find shelter but the only shelter was the bathroom, which was too crammed with people to fit any more by the time I got there. (Nobody was hurt, but seriously :eek: )
I’m kind of disappointed as I just made the connection between the two experiences, and I was more proud of my dream when it made no sense whatsoever.
See you tonight, Sampiro. 
You didn’t throw out that dung ball, I hope.
My dreams are rather vivid, but I don’t recall them after a few days, so my *weirdest *dream is probably lost in the ether. However, I did have this weird dream just this week:
I was interviewing the BTK killer. I kept dropping the ‘t’ and calling him the BK killer and asking him why would he want to be the Burger King killer. He became enraged and said that he would hunt me down and kill me.
I had a high-powered rifle and lived on top of a mountain, so I figured I would see him coming, so I just kept taunting him, calling him the Burger King killer. Some of the rest is blurry, but I remember shooting him in the stomach, intending to inflict quite a bit of pain.
Dreams are weird. If I were reading about the BTK killer, or serial killers in general I would get where this came from. But this seemed to come from no where.
Another odd thing is lately my dreams have been violent. There was a time in my life when I could not inflict violence in my dreams. If I tried to punch someone, it would always land lightly. I couldn’t pull a trigger on a gun.
Now I seem to have no problems with violence in my dreams. I’m not sure if that means anything or not.
Another point of view on dreams.