Freaky dreams!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Just had this one;

I was returning to high school/college (yes, they were somehow combined now, college courses being taught in my high school, though the building wasn’t like any school or campus building I had ever seen) and was in the cafeteria with some faceless guy (not literally, I mean I just can’t remember what he looked like) and some girl that I liked that was at first a composite of two former girlfriends - one from high school who was short, waifish with blonde hair, and one from college who was also short but curvy and had dark hair (somehow from “scene to scene” she would shift to be more like one or the other) - then she became taller and older (the previous forms were high school aged) and had glasses, and gave off a Lisa Loeb vibe, only hotter. Lucky me! So we were having lunch in the cafeteria and this was apparently a REALLY good cafeteria, because I had something like kung pao chicken with rice and egg drop soup and she had some sort of chicken breast dish; I don’t know exactly what faceless dude had, but it seemed to be equally good. I couldn’t finish all of my lunch and ended up dumping a lot of the rice in the trash, which earned a mild look of disapproval from Pseudo Lisa Loeb (hereafter referred to as PLL), but I just told her that the portions were too big, and she seemed to accept that. So we started walking and as it turns out, PLL was going to be taking a comic book drawing course from my old college instructor, which I thought was interesting, but I would have to go visit him later because I was now also an instructor at the school (why not?). I was trying to help her find her classroom (faceless guy had rushed off to his own class) and we got lost, so I had to ask some janitor which way to go. He directed me to take this long corridor, through some double doors and across a kind of bridge to the other building.

Here’s where it gets REALLY fun: someone hits me in the head from behind and knocks me out briefly, but thanks to the magic of dreams, I can see what’s happening to PLL; some gorilla (literally, a gorilla) has taken her and handed her over to some Snidely Whiplash-type who has blindfolded and gagged her with aluminum foil, of all things. She’s bound and prone about 20 feet beyond the double doors leading to the bridge between buildings. I wake up and cautiously go through the double doors to rescue her, and on the far side of the bridge I see the gorilla, obviously standing guard. He sees me and starts to move toward me, but someone hops up on the bridge and saves the day:

Pumpkinhead. Yes, that Pumpkinhead, from the movies. Except he’s maybe only 7 or 8 feet tall at most. Still, he jumps between us and the gorilla and starts fighting the gorilla, who to his credit manages to hold his own at first with mini-Pumpkinhead. I untie PLL and drag her back through the double doors just as mini-Pumpkinhead dispatches the gorilla, and I see him coming toward us and feel a surge of fear. Mini Pumpkinhead bursts through the doors, and my fear immediately turns to wonder and gratitude as PLL says in almost a sing-song voice, “THANKS, PUMPKINHEAD!” And Mini Pumpkinhead, all smiles (I think it was a smile, hard to tell) says, in broken English, “LOVE YOU!” And hugs PLL. Then Mini Pumpkinhead runs off, and we continue on.

Then I woke up. There were fragments of other dreams this night as well, but nothing as complete as this one, and for some reason ALL of them involved comic books in some way, which is odd considering that I haven’t read any comic books in a while. One of the fragments involved Thor (Marvel comics version) camping out on top of a relatively short building, waiting for some villain to show up, and all the locals were waving to him and he would give them the thumbs-up. I wonder if he was doing a David Blaine type stunt. Another of the dream fragments had Ghost Rider but I don’t remember anything other than that he was being judged or something by some kind of netherworld tribunal or something.

So tell me about some of your weird dreams! I have another one that is the Mother of All Dreams but I’ll share that later…

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That is freaky! Did you eat just before bed?

Once I dreamt I was Jesus, and starring in my own musical “Jesus Christ, Superstar”, and that I kept flubbing my lines.

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That’s pretty freaky. I’ve had tons of them, though none in the last several years that were freaky in any significant way.

Possibly one of the freakiest ones was where I had my head blown off.

It was somewhere in the latter part of the 80s. In the dream I found myself standing in the parking lot of one of the plazas located on the south-west corner of Keele and Sheppard Ave. in North York, ON. At the time I lived at Keele and Lawrence (roughly two main streets south) but I used to live at Keele and Wilson (right in between) and had been to that area numerous times. Anyway, so I was in the parking lot, or rather, in an alley between the two small plazas. The lot itself was cast in a flickering orange glow; both plazas were ablaze, making the area feel almost post-apocalyptic. There was dark smoke hovering in the air. A rumbling can be heard coming from the south as a stream of bikers motor north along Keele. They’re up to no good. Somehow I knew they were responsible for the fires. I take a few steps out into the parking lot as I watch them pass. Out of nowhere a biker rides up from behind, pulls in front of me and peels off a donut before coming to a stop, blocking my path. His face contorts into a cruel smile as he lifts a sawed-off shotgun to my head and pulls the trigger. There is a muffled “thump,” not at all what I expected a shotgun to sound like at such close range. There was darkness. No sound, though somehow there was light despite the lack of an obvious source; I could see myself, just nothing else. Moments pass, and then suddenly I’m standing back in the alley about twenty feet from where I was shot. The biker is lifting his shotgun up to holster it on his back. The body – my body – he just finished blowing the head off of is gone. It was like a video game and I’d just lost a life, starting over from where I started.

That’s where it ended.

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The freakiest dream I ever had was of walking into my bedroom, through the doorway, and seeing something in the middle of the floor–I don’t remember what it was, maybe a decapitated head, but it was gruesome and deformed and bloody.

And I remember collapsing against my bookcase and screaming and screaming and screaming until I’d run out of breath, and even then I kept screaming silently, hysterically, until I woke up. I still get chills thinking about it.

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My dreams are almost always odd, just not very interesting. Still, it is not uncommon for me to say where did that come from? Usually there is a consisten theme that runs through the night too. One of the things that facinates me is the attention to detail that is often in the dreams. Little things like me noticing that I can see through the floor boards on the upper floor of a hospital to the floor below. It didn’t panic me, I just noticed it and moved on.

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The other night I dreamt that I was getting it on with Hugh Jackman… and he turned out to be a lousy kisser. :eek: :confused: :frowning: :o :smack: :rolleyes:

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xkcd just did a particularly apt comic on this topic.

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OK, last night I was going to a Christian Youth group meeting (apparently in my dreams I am younger than IRL) I was only going in order to try to hook up with a woman. One of the councelers called me on it and I threw a snit and tried to leave. He tried to block my departure and so I decked him. More than once.

In the parking lot I found that someone had vandalised my car (despite being younger I still had the car I now drive.) Both mirrors and the rear bumper had been knocked off.

On the way to the police station to report this, I stopped to bowl. After bowling a few frames I noticed that the pins weren’t all being set up, so it was easier for me to get a strike.

On the way to report this I found that the bowling alley was building a new addition that combined bowling and miniature golf. You had to throw the ball through windmills and such in order to know down pins.

That is when I work up.

As I said. Weird, but not interesting.

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I had the worst dream the other night. There was a huge crash, a bus full of people. I ran on and started helping someone. She said she was alright, to help the man across the aisle. I turned toward him, turned back to her, and she was dead. I turned to help the man I was just looking at and he died in front of me. That happened about five times, each person dying just as I got to them or just as I turned from them, before I woke up sweating, heart pounding.

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Just the other morning, most of my weird dreams seem to happen shortly before the alarm jangles, I dreamed I was getting married. To the Wrong Man!

It was straight out of some Meg Ryan or Julia Roberts type chick-flick, billowing yards of white tulle and lace, huge hall full of people I didn’t recognize, schmancy decorations and my closest girlfriends as my bridesmaids, etc. Didn’t recognize my poor hallucinatory groom, some random tall fella with a Mike Bradyesqe 'fro, but he wasn’t the actual focus of the dream.

My IRL boyfriend showed up in the dream as The Bad Guy in the Leather Jacket come to spirit me away from a life of boring surbubia with Afro-man. I remember hushing him and trying to get him to leave before anyone else noticed his presence, which of course didn’t work. He was suave and cock-sure and bedroom eyes and dripping sexiness and somehow maneuvered me out onto an unoccupied terrace with white wrought-iron tables just the right height for bending…well, I decided to leave with him after all.

The freaky parts? The facelessness of the fictional groom, I hate ostentatious weddings, wouldn’t wear white on a bet, and while my boyfriend is surely sexy to me he is more the academic nerdy type rather than Early Elvis. The most bizarre part was the absolutely horrific outfits I’d put the bridesmaids into; shiny white satin tops that were sleeveless squares with a neckhole, and gawdawful velveteen pants in various jewel tones, the MoH was singled out by her floral embroidery on the velveteen pants. It was a serious crime against anyone with vision and there’s no way my friends would ever wear those, nor would I ask them to.

A dream wedding and that’s what my subconcious comes up with?!

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I was telling my roommates earlier about an odd one I had while taking a nap… Something about alien fetus heads that looked like yoda in a large jar near the bed in my childhood room. They were glowing and there was a jar of vegtable oil in water next to it that kept on swirling constantly. I was freaked out and had to take them outside. I think something supernatural came to get them… And that’s when I woke up.

My roommates say that I often wake up with a start while napping on the couch… Usually with a loud gasp or a short scream. I don’t remember this usually… But they told me it happens often after I woke up once with a scream after dreaming that I was attacked by a woodpecker in the neck. This isn’t good, I assume… I know I didn’t have this happen as short as a couple months ago… I was dating a girl who never mentioned that happening and I’m sure she would’ve if I had. Any ideas?

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I had an odd one a couple nights ago.

It started as a dream about rain and it was raining so hard it was flooding everywhere, so I went to higher ground. But the higher ground was infested with werewolves. Next thing I know I am running some sort of detective agency and the werewolves send Little Red Riding Hood to my office with my purse. They said they wanted to talk to me or they would eat Little Red and I grabbed my purse and climbed a tree to get away from them and told them to go ahead and eat her because obviously she was in cohoots with them.

I dug around in my purse for my gun which I kept loaded with silver bullets only I found that they had replaced my bullets with pickles. So my gun was full of pickle juice and I knew I’d have to clean it out before I could reload it with silver bullets. Grandpa Walton worked for me so I sent him to find another gun and more bullets or a gun cleaning kit. Michael Douglas was also on my detective team and he stayed with me when the head werewolf showed up, it was Simon Cowell. I was up in the tree the entire time but for some reason when Cowell came in he sat down at a vanity table and looked at himself in a mirror the whole time we were talking. He wanted to talk to me because they wanted to hire me to clear their name because some woman was claiming they killed her husband and kid.

So I started investigating the woman and it started to look like she was pulling some sort of insurance scam. My team and I followed her to a lavish estate in Borneo. It turns out she had faked the deaths of her husband and kid and they were hiding out at the estate but when she got there she killed her husband and then she started up the stairs with her kid saying she could “hear them hatching” and they had to be destroyed. My team and I had shown up in time to hear this and we realized that she had been infected with some sort of brain parasite and that’s what she was hearing hatching. She started a fire upstairs and we figured she was going to kill herself and the kid. I sent my team to stop her while I searched for more brain parasites. I went outside the house and saw these bug-like things with 3 legs walking away from the estate just as the Borneo-an Army (do they have an army?) showed up and I told them the place had to be quarantined and all the parasites destroyed and I started stomping on the bug things.

Then my phone rang and I woke up.

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Last night I dreamt I got word on the street that several Miami Dolphins were shooting up with steroids at a certain dive in a tough neighborhood (sadly, I was back in Miami, and apparently I was a photojournalist), so I rushed there with a weirdly anachronistic camera (from, maybe, the 1950’s or '60’s), and stood up on the toilet in the stall next to the occupied one – when five “football players” [not actual Dolphins; just five guys from Dream Central Casting] sheepishly peeked over the stall wall at me – whereupon I started shooting. Thankfully, they had finished injecting each other in their, ahem, gluteus maximuses and had pulled up their pants, so there was a limit to just how candid this photography was, but there were the needles on the floor, etc.

I’m surprised I wasn’t wearing a porkpie hat with a card with “PRESS” tucked into the hatband. If I hadn’t woken up just then, I’m sure my next step would’ve been to rush to the Herald building shouting, “stop the presses!” :rolleyes:
What I would like my subconscious to answer me is why, of all possible “Miami Dolphins” dreams I could have, why it was this sordid one, instead of something wonderful, like getting a ball autographed by members of the '72 squad, or having a flat tire and getting assistance from the Blackwood brothers in their dishy prime, or something. I mean, Jeez, the possibilities are endless! :mad:

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Over Christmas break, we had a fireplace that we made good use of, and one morning my sister decided to shovel out the ash that’d been collecting in it, and then build a new fire. Unfortunately, the smell decided to percolate across the first floor of our house and upstairs into my bedroom where I was safely dead to the world.

I ended up dreaming that someone was dumping lit napalm on me in bed, and instead of running like hell, I just hid under the covers while I burned quite merrily. :eek:

Then the dream shifted to this Constantine-in-hell vision where the world was on fire, and I was in this warehouse with a lot of people. We were trying to escape toot sweet. However, the wall fell in, and we were faced with a whole rank of busses driven by demonic bus drivers. They were fixing to drive over us and squash us like the miserable roadkill we were about to become.

After a bit of mad scrambling and running screaming, I ended up waking up. Then I gave my sister hell for it. :smiley:

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Lizardling, reminds me of falling asleep while watching TV. I’ve had so many screwed up dreams due to the History Channel or local broadcasting.

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I had one this morning, JUST what I needed when I haven’t been sleeping very well the last couple days.

I work second shift, and my sweetie lives in California. So my “alarm” has become my cell phone ringing when she calls me on her way to work. Anyways, I was dreaming of something mundane, I don’t even remember, when I hear my phone ringing. But not as loud as usual. So it took me a few seconds more than usual to wake up. By the time I had, the phone had stopped ringing. I looked at it but it didn’t say I missed a call. I dreamt the ringing.

So basically, my dream woke me up…