What is the wierdest, or scariest dream you have ever had? What about good ones, or ones that seem to tie into reality. I know I have had some wierd ass ones, and some of them seem to tie into reality and some of them do not. Some of them haunt me for a whole day, and some of them I totally forget. This thread may seem a tempting oppertunity for people to make stuff up, but lets try to be as honest as possible.
I posted this in ‘very vaguely creepy’ but it’s probably more at home here
This happened to me twice when I was ill with the flu. For some reason when I get the flu I tend to have some of the weirdest dreams I have ever had. These dreams are some kind of delerium. When ill do any others tend to focus on something small until it grows out of proportion into something massive or do I just sound crazy - it freaks me out.
Back to my dreams.
The first time it happened I was having a pretty vivid dream in my sick bed. It ended with my doing something that I belatedly realized caused the end of the world. This is when I wake up in a panic thinking that I caused the end of the world. I’M AWAKE AT THE TIME AND I STILL THINK I ENDED THE WORLD. I started to think ‘o shit o shit’ and sat up in bed. Next thing I remember is i’m turning on the light in the kitchen, looking around and then switching it off and going back to bed. This scared me in the morning.
Next time I had the flu it happened again on this time my dreams were just shapes and colours but I knew that one of them meant i caused the end of the world again and couldn’t wake up (Germany was represented by one of the shapes but I don’t know why)
I once dreamed I ate the whole dessert before dinner.
That was the worst. Sorry.
I once had a nightmare that I was being raped by Barney. That was the most frightening thing that I have ever dreamed of. He just kept singing that stupid, “I love you, you love me” song, over and over, and he just kept hitting me and forcing himself inside me with this gigantic purple and green dick. It was so scary. :eek:
Hey there again. Here is something really funny I dreamed about recently. Unfortunately, there is some background knowledge necessary.
I just graduated from a military academy, and I applied to and was accepted to the Citadel. My parents at first reluctantly ok’d it, but after reading a book about it they said NO. I was angry, but, I finally accepted that I would not be going there this year. I enlisted in the Marine Corps, and my grades are good enough that I may go to college next year if I want to owe them more time as an officer, which I am fine with. Either way, the whole period of us fighting about it was ugly, and I found myself angry as to how my life was going. I am happy with my decision now after thinking more about it, quite happy in fact. EITHER WAY HERE IS THE DREAM:
My old school had a junior college. In the dream, I am at my old school (none of the scenery is of my old school, but I KNOW I am there). I am enrolling at the JC, and I am pissed off like all hell. I am screaming about it, just angry. Then I find out that even though I am an alumnis, I have to spend five hours as a plebe. A plebe is what you are when you are new there, it’s all that silly yelling and screaming and bullshit that goes on at almost every military academy. I am even more pissed about that, but in reality, five hours is NOTHING. Then, I am in a room with all of the other new guys, guys that are going to be plebes for weeks. Naturally, they are nervous, and they don’t know that I will only be a plebe for five hours. One of them comes up to me, he has this nervous look in his eyes, and shakes my hand. He says something like, “Hi, I’m John, nice to meet you”. I just look at him. End of dream.
Second dream a week later: I am at my old school again, and I am going back to the JC again. However, I am in my old company, not the college company (I can still be a college cadet with rank in my old company BTW) I am not so mad, and I rationalize that since I was a SNCO last year, I get to be an officer this year and I am cool with that. The moment this dawns on me, I realize that it’s still LAST YEAR, and that I haven’t fucking graduated yet. I am still a SNCO, still a cadet.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???
This made going on the Tower of Terror ride at Walt Disney World in Orlando. I did go on the ride, although as Obfusciatrist will tell you, I was basically trembling and screaming through the entire experience.
I have bizzar dreams all the time that never make any sense to me… but here is one of the stranger ones:
I’m in a fairly large house in the woods, that I think was supposed to be my family’s house. It’s late fall and there are leaves all over the ground and the trees are all bare. Out of nowhere three guys come flying into the semi-clearing around the house on what look like snow mobiles, although there is no snow. They do a couple of laps around the house yelling stuff (I’m not really sure what) and then ride off over a hill. A bunch of male family members run off after them with shotguns, like they are going to hunt them down. (this part of the dreams reminds me of some old southern feud or something… our family against theirs). So the man are gone for a while, and my mom decides she’s going to go out and check on the situation. This leaves me alone in the house, and I start to get a little worried after a couple of minutes and go out to find mom. As soon as I get out side, I see her on the back of one of the snow mobile things, hands tied, and I think blindfolded, as the three guys go zipping away out of site. I run after them screaming “Mom, Mom” over and over, and I finally collapse in the leaves, still screaming, with no one around to hear me. Then I woke up.
It gave me the chills for the whole next day, and it’s still a little unsettling to think about.
The scariest dream I ever had was back when I was 11 years old (for some reason, when puberty started, I stopped believing in ghosts and stopped having nightmares). Death was our next door neighbor. Well, actually, the Smiths were our next door neighbors, Death was just renting out their basement apartment. We had dinner with them one evening, and Death was sitting there, skull face, black cloak, scythe and everything, eating mashed potatoes with everybody else. I was kind of afraid of him, but nobody else seemed to notice anything strange. Then, one day, when I was walking in our backyard, Death suddenly ran out from behind the bushes and started chasing me around the yard. I ran up the stairs outside the building next door, but he caught me just as I reached the top step. I woke up just as he was starting to take a bite out of my skull.
Recently, I’ve been having a lot of dreams that take place in my apartment, so that when I wake up, I don’t realize that I was only dreaming. One of the stranger effects of this occurred one night after my girlfriend and I had watched several episodes of “The X-Files.” After we went to bed, I dreamt that my girlfriend had been replaced by a robot double. After I thought I had found the real her, I discovered that she was still a robot fake. This went on for a few times until I finally woke up. I then turned and looked at my girlfriend and thought, in all seriousness, “She’s a robot. sigh I guess this means I have to kill her.” Fortunately, I figured out what was going on before I did anything.
–sublight.
I once had a dream that I was having sex with Arnold from Diff’rnt Strokes (Gary Coleman). I was laying down on a table and he had to get up on a chair. Yes, it was rather smallish, but not as small as you’d think. (Once again, I would put a winking smilie here if I knew how – hint, hint, someone please show me how to make smilies)
The oddest dream I ever had was when I was taking Nyquil - that shit gives me some crazy dreams.
Anyway, I was going to the BMA in Baltimore for art class, but no one would drive me so I had to ride a scooter - the kind you push with one foot, pulling my older brother on a skateboard behind me. Everything was fine until we were leaving, when the elevator was hijacked.
I was sent to work in a chocolate factory. We had to swing down these ropes like Tarzan among the chocolate trees, picking chocolate. But it was awful because I knew I was a prisoner.
Then one day they took us all out back and shot us in the head. We were then given a sack and had to bury ourselves. The shot stung but I felt ok, just worried about whether the whole I dug would be big enough. Then as I was walking down the street, shovel in one hand, sack in the other, bloody gunshot wound over my right eye with only half a skull left, my mom drove by and cried and we hugged, then she helped me bury myself.
I woke up hysterical and cried for at least half an hour on the phone with my mom. Stayed home from school too. For some reason I was terrified to go in the basement or be alone. This was, by the way, when I was 17. The dream seemed to last fo rhours and hours, very detailed.
Never took liquid Nyquil again.
Most of my dreams would not make a lot of sense typed up, but I do have vivid ones.
Here’s one: About three years ago, I had to put down a much-beloved little dog. Now and then, I dream that she is still alive. The last time I did so, I realized during the dream that I was dreaming. I started petting her, and told my husband, “Fred, this is a little ghost dog. Pet her before she vanishes.” She is slowly wagging her little curly tail as we pet her, and I can smell her doggy smell. I wake up crying, and with her scent still in my nose.
I want my dear little Ching back.
I’ve had my fair share of nightmares, but a very recent one that really frightens me is where I am graduating college (I had this about a semester before my graduation this past May). The sun was shining and just a beautiful and perfect spring day. My whole family was there and my mom was wearing this huge fancy hat, which is weird on its own. I was in the usual white graduation gown and I walked up on stage and received my diploma, I pulled out a gun and blew my brains out. What scared me was this wasn’t the end of the dream. Normal people will wake up at this point. My dream continued to where I saw myself falling and laying on the ground, laughing. There was blood all over my mom’s white dress. White clothes are a symbol of mourning in the Korean culture. Kind of a weird freaky dream. I had it nightly for 3 months. Probably due to stress and the fact that I was a year late for graduating since I had to work and go to school part time for my 5th year. Just in case, I didn’t go to the graduation ceremony. Who knows what might have happened!
SuZQRyche
“And everyone thinks I’m such a sane and well-adjusted person…”
Two frightening dreams . . . one I used to have but haven’t had in a year or so, the other I have every month, few weeks or so.
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I am either Cinderella or marrying her. I’m also like 7 years old. Somehow I end up chasing her and people I know are in my class in school are watching. Sometimes they chase me.
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I oversleep for a class (history) and don’t graduate from high school. This actually almost happened, and I still get flashbacks in dreams. When I was in HS I used to dream, during vacations, of being in exams or otherwise still being in school. Should give y’all a semblance of how much fun it was. Hint: these are nightmares, not pleasant dreams.
Most of my bad dreams have been oversleeping/school failure dreams lately, but I just woke up from a seriously demented dream… (yes, I keep weird hours.) A van full of vampires disguises as Forest Service employees invaded our home, and my sister and I had to decapitate and/or impale each and every one with axes and hatchets, and whatever sharp, pointy objects we could find. Very bloody. When there was only one left, the “leader,” my sister disappeared… I wandered around the house clutching my bloody axe unti I found them in the bathroom, my sister in the sink, cut but alive, and the vampire in the tub, wielding a knife and preparing to kill her. Then he said something like “this is the knife… That I need to prepare the chicken… DE LA MUERTE!” Obvious Simpsons reference, there. I grabbed him by the hair and hacked his head off; it took many blows. Then the whole dream stopped and somebody was saying “wasn’t that last gag a little forced? If kind of ruined the mood. It should’ve either been threatening or silly, not alternating.” Then I woke up.
This is a variation on a dream ending I have been having for about 10 years now. It use to be at the end of a dream about ghosts or being chased…I haven’t had it for over a year until two nights ago…the second night in my new place…but it is always the same.
Something is chasing me…about to get me…breaking in…I’m petrified…trying to escape and get help…but my throat is so tight…I try to scream…and I can’t…can’t make a noise at all…I can’t force the air out of my lungs. Sometimes help is very close…if I could only scream out for it. When I was younger I use to wake up and try to yell for my dad to come in and turn on the lights…and I couldn’t yell for a minute or two after I woke up. I never knew if it was because I woke up so fast that my body wasn’t fully awake and functioning…or if it was the fear from my dream.
Oh well, I would be happy if I never had that dream again.
I feel I should add… Despite my handle, I have no particular interest in vampire movies, books, or games, so this dream was really out of left field.
I wrote briefly about this over on the Snopes board this morning, but I will elaborate in gruesome detail here. This was the dream I had in the nine minutes after I hit Snooze for the second time this morning.
I don’t remember how it starts, but I know that I am not a normal human. Superhuman, mutant, what have you (I didn’t pick this name for nothing), but I have these kinds of dreams a lot.
Anyway, the dream starts mid-action. Suddenly I am shot twice, in the knee and just below my sternum. I don’t feel either of these, but I am brought before the blond Asian guy from Rush Hour (he is one of the bad guys in the movie). He expresses surprise that I am apparently unharmed, but holds his gun to my head (I can feel it pressing against my skin) and demands information that I don’t have. He then shoots me point blank in the forehead, and I feel that, too, but I don’t otherwise react. I feel pain from the shot, but I grab the guy and strangle him until he is unconscious. I then walk over to a glass window to get a look at myself. There is a bullet hole in my forehead, and the skin is hanging a little loose around it (no blood). I touch it lightly, and then concentrate on the wound, healing it.
Then the alarm goes off again. I wake up, and think to myself, “I didn’t even check the exit wound.”
Also, Space Vampire, I guess I wouldn’t want to meet you in a dream. I sometimes dream I am a vampire.
I had LASIK surgery last year so I don’t have this dream anymore 
Back when I wore contact lenses I used to have a recurring dream where, as I put the contact in my hand getting it ready to go in my eye, it (the contact not my eye) would suddenly start growing. The more I wet the contact, the larger it would get until it would eventually fill my entire hand. The whole time I’m thinking:
This won’t fit in my eye! What the hell do I do now?
I mentioned it to a friend who also wears contacts and she has had similar dreams!
Is this a common dream among contact lense wearers?
I have three recurring dream themes. The first is dirty toilets. I can’t stand dirty toilets. So in this dream, I need to go real bad and go to a public restroom, and the floor is dirty and wet and the toilets are filled with…you know. Sometimes, the toilet bowls are huge and I’m afraid of falling in.
The second is bugs. I am somehow forced to cross a space (either carpet or grass or whatever) barefoot and the space is crawling with bugs.
Finally, I frequently have chase dreams involving corridors and stairwells in a school or hospital.
In early 1994, I had a week of strange dreams. To give you an idea of what to expect, this is a table of contents of how I commonly refer to them:
I. The Abortion Clinic Dream
II. Catholics
III. People Full of Insects
IV. Santa Claus and the Mouse Witch
V. At the Mall with a Spiked Club
so here’s the first., The Abortion Clinic Dream, as it was dreamed.
The first impression I had was of the clinic, and how spotless it was. Everything was perfect.
Then I walked in, about 40, tall, thin, with short black hair, wearing a white lab coat and black glasses.
I knew upon sight that I was a good doctor. The kind that instills confidence in you immediately. Not just good… great. I knew my business, and I knew it well.
I had made my appearance to talk to a woman and her daughter, the woman about 45, the daughter 16 or so, not yet visibly pregnant. The daughter was pretty, as was her mother, but their faces were marked with worry. They didn’t know much about the procedure, so I suggested that we go discuss it.
As I said, I was a good doctor.
We went to a comfortable room that was made just for that purpose and sat around the table, reading pamphlets, and I made sure everyone was completely informed. I felt very satisfied that I was doing such a good job - really adding something to the doctor/patient relationship.
After talking quietly for a while, the mother and daughter decided that she would go through with it, and I nodded, expressionless. I would have felt the same if they had made another decision, and would have then referred them to adoption agencies or special foundations.
Instead, I guided the mother to the waiting room, and gently told her that it would be about 20 or 30 minutes.
The girl had changed into a scrub-blue gown, the kind that ties in the back, and was standing, looking nervous.
I took her to a room farther down the hall, telling her that this was the room where the procedure would take place.
I asked her to sit on the edge of the table, and she did.
I helped her put her feet and ankles into the cold metal stirrups. She gave a slight gasp at the shock of the uncomfortablly exposed position and the cold on her legs.
I moved up the table to address her, again, considerately and gently, asking if she were alright, and if she were ready to go on. She took a deep breath, and said yes.
I went to a metal drawer, and removed a speculum from the cloth on which it lay. I returned to her and inserted it carefully, so she’d adjust with minimal discomfort. When she was ready, I opened her up.
I then walked to a tank of cold, thick gel, removed a large white rat, and inserted it into her head-first, until only the end of the hind legs and tail hung out into the air, feebly twitching.
Then I went to get a cup of coffee.