I’d like to hear about your crazy dreams.
I have one where I’m in a zoo and I can’t find the exit. Funny thing is I never see animals but i know i’m in a zoo.
I can never find the exit. That’s what gets me.
My brain likes to take me to the mall. I’ve been to a few malls (once with Harry Potter!) Not a one has ever had a real-life counterpart. I think part of it may be fond memories of being a solitary pseudo-mallrat at our local mall. I sometimes feel like I grew up there, and it’s linked to meaningful times in my life. Lots of fond memories.
The oddest dream I had involved a haunted house. Here, my brain at its weirdest:
I was a kid at the time. A group of kids and myself get to stay at a haunted house! We try sleeping in a large room, but lightning flashes, revealing a man in yellow rain gear hanging from the rafters! :eek: So someone decides we should just get up and get something to eat.
The kitchen is crammed with HUGE stainless steel cooking contraptions. We get our meals from one of these, consisting of Spaghettios arranged into two opposing triangles on a dinner plate. We make our way over to a table where Whoopi Goldberg is sitting smiling at us. She opens a door in the middle of the wall. Through the door can be seen an ENTIRE baseball stadium!
We leave the kitchen and end up outside, which is a good thing apparently. You see, it turns out that Alvin and the chipmunks have taken over a tower that’s part of the house! The tower detaches, revealing that it is actually a large robot hellbent on running amuck through town! Who can stop this menace?
Shaggy from Scooby Doo, naturally.
It turns out that he knows what’s going on. Alvin is the only truly evil one. The other two were brainwashed into helping him. But now it’s too late. The machine has fully corrupted Alvin! Shaggy saves Simon and Theodore, but Alvin dies in the ensuing destruction of the robot tower.
Shaggy, triumphant, sits at the snowy bank of a stream smoking a J. I sit down beside him, kindly declining his invitation for a toke. “Like, hell of a thing, huh?” he asked. Oh, buddy…
Top that.
Nearly a decade after graduating I still have school anxiety dreams. The going to school naked dreams have ceased but I still have dreams where either it is the beginning of the semester and I can’t find my schedule, or it’s the end and I just realized I’ve forgotten to attend one of my classes all semester.
About once a year I have a scary dream involving a tiger. Not sure what that’s all about.
The scariest dreams are of course sleep paralysis dreams where your eyes are open but you are paralyzed and dream hallucinating and the point at which you become actually awake is not clear. I’ve had two, one of which involved alien abduction, and the other which involved overhearing a phone call about a death in the family. The former was easier to dismiss, but the latter required confirmation due to its greater plausibility.
This past year I’ve had recurring dreams of being at old jobs. Mundane dreams consisting of actual work. I always wake up feeling like I deserve a paycheck.
A reoccurring dream I had for several years began after being discharged from the military. The dream occurs on the day of my discharge when I am preparing to leave only to discover I lack proper paperwork and I’m forced to remain on base indefinitely. I would then wake up breathing a sigh of relief.
(not dream, IRL) I have horses, cows, goats and large dogs on the farm. All could be used to pull carts. For some reason, last week I dreamed about one of my hens pulling cart. She was her normal size and it was a big cart that I was sitting on. She walked right off with it, no flapping around, no extreme effort.
Now, I’m a little bit afraid when she follows me around the farm IRL. I’m wondering if my sub-conscious realizes that she has some sort of bizarre strength.
One of my most memorable dreams was about a race of floating whales coming to take over the world. Their giant whale bodies blotted out the sun while they drifted overhead. The only place of refuge was a McDonald’s bathroom.
I used to dream that things would happen before they happened - and I don’t mean important things, I mean mundane things like fishsticks for lunch. I doubt it was some psychic gift so much as an incredible feeling of deja-vu I got when doing things.
Then there were the lucid dreams that I would interpret as I dreamed them. ''Oh, the sink’s overflowing. That must have something to do with my subconscious emotions…" or, “This beastly ghoul is symbolic of my fear of loss, so I think I’ll just take this umbrella and hit him over the head…”
My top recurring nightmare is about tornados. I used to dream about them every night growing up but now only very occasionally. I have a minor trauma involving tornados and somehow they just took over my dream life. They used to kill me every time, but now I can usually escape them.
I had a very vivid dream last night where my mom, sister and I won a decent amount of money (10’s of thousands of dollars) on a gameshow on TV. The money was in a thick envelope, and we decided we were going to open a joint savings account we would all have access to if we needed the money.
So we go to the bank, open up the account, but in the process of doing so I somehow managed to get pepper spray all over my arms. Well, I panicked and ran throughout the bank trying to find a sink and soap to scrub it off.
By the end of the dream I had some how ended up naked, embarrassed, running out of the bank with freshly scrubbed arms and a towel.
The most disturbing part, if I am remembering it correctly, is that someone in the bank performed an operation to remove both of my testicles!
Very bizarre dream!
Have you been house shopping? That’s a standard part of modern mortgages these days.
Um . . . Have you looked at your windows lately? Are there bars on them? Is anyone standing outside, looking in?
I took an unexpected nap on Saturday (general lack of sleep, working outside, and a possibly excessive Tex-Mex lunch caught up with me), and had a dream that was peculiar, even for me.
It was a nature documentary, complete with a David Attenborough voiceover, about a newly discovered species of amphibian. It went into quite a bit of detail about how unusual the critter was. It was a social amphibian, forming colonies in the leaf litter of a rain forest. The juveniles secreted a gel that formed membranous tunnel walls that held in water, but allowed oxygen exchange, and connected them to rainwater runoffs. The adults foraged outside the colony, bringing back food, and secreted a hormone in the nest-water that kept the juveniles from completing the metamorphosis into adults. If the number of adults dropped, or the nest was expanded enough to dilute the hormone below an effective threshold, some of the juveniles would mature to bring the adult population up. Sometimes a nest filled the whole available area, or grew too large to be properly oxygenated, and small groups of the juveniles would leave to found new nests.
I retain a very vivid image of a hand lifting a large leaf to reveal part of the tunnel complex, with some juveniles squirting along inside the transparent tubes. They looked a bit like axolotls, but smaller overall, and more elongated.
I once dreamed Hitler used a magic curse to imprison me at the main cafeteria/gift shop at Rocky Mountain National Park. I was free to move around the building but if I left it landslides would start and continue until I went back in. The odd part was that a few weeks later I went to Rocky Mountain National Park and it looked exactly like it had in the dream (yeah, I know, I’d probably seen a picture of the place at some point in my life long before the dream. At least in reality Hitler wasn’t there.)
My recurring nightmare is always the bathroom dream, and when I dream it, I know I am stressed out and need to chill out a bit.
In it, I really really really have to go pee. And the only bathroom is dingy. It’s gigantic, like several hundred feet. The “stalls” have only three foot walls, so everybody can see everybody. No doors at all. It’s unisex. I’m always alone in it, but I’m always aware that hordes of people will open the door and walk in any moment. It’s miles away from where I need to be, down narrow dingy hallways, and the lights are dim and flickering and everything’s dirty and some of the stalls are flooded.
I posted on here before and I was surprised to find many people had similar versions of the dream. From that I began to think it must hearken back to potty training, or some such thing - it’s something ingrained in our heads at a very early age.
Two days ago I had the strangest dream. Most of my dreams tend to happen in my childhood home and so did this one and most of them are pretty vivid.
I don’t remember how old I was in my dream, but I had just taken a shower and put on pajamas and I walked out of the bathroom toward the bedroom. I saw that someone had broken in through the window. It was really dark inside the house. That’s when I saw the man. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a black tshirt and dirty blue jeans. He was scruffy and he was rocking back and forth and he had a bloody knife in his hand. He just looked at me and said, “I am Michael Abernathy.” And then I don’t remember what happened but I woke up sweating and I quickly grabbed my phone and noted that name. I have never heard full names of people in my dreams, let alone unfamiliar names.
I don’t know anyone by that name. I am pretty sure I don’t know anyone who knows a Michael Abernathy. Later on in the day I googled and name and came across a few Michael Abernathy’s… including one convicted of murder a few years ago.