There’s something about my dreams which at times they resemble movies. Heck, sometimes just to get to the ending, I kept on sleeping!
I once have dreamed of a typical “alien invasion” movie. Ya know, big tripods, zapping humans left and right and everyone was running here and there. I was supposedly one of the faces in the crowd and I did something which is either amazingly clever and terribly dumb. I hid somewhere and waited till the alien tripods moved away and ran in the direction which they were coming.
I have forgotten the ending, but I believe I survived.
The other one was just from my nap. I guess it is supposed to be a teen slasher flick with some mystical mumbo-jumbo thrown into it but there is a fly which. refused. to. die. I swear that in my dream I whacked at it and scored a hit countless of time but somehow it would just emerged totally unscathed.
Oh yeah. I had one about a month or so back where I was some kind of soldier in an ALIEN-type universe. The bad guys looked something like those nasty little critters, but they didn’t have the mouth inside the mouth thing and never changed shape with each subsequent spawning. Interesting dream and probably worth writing down if I could remember all of it.
all of my dreams are kind of shot and edited like a movie, but I’ve never had a genre dream.
I did dream the othe r night that I was being bitten by mosquitos. It was very real and it wasn’t till late in the next that that I realized that I wasn’t covered with mosquito bites.
Yeah, I’ve dreamed about one involving rats and symbiotic killer plants – kinda like “Willard” meets “The Ruins”. It was very vivid and I wrote it up into a short little horror story. I still like it.
A freaky one last year that started as something mundane, ended up getting lost in tangents of tangents, became something about witches. Backwoods types, more Deliverance than Dorothy. Woke me up scared enough. I thought I should try to turn it into a story, but alas, as much of a mark it left the events escaped me quickly.
Years ago, dreamt of being a slave of an invading robot army. I helped lead the inevitable rebellion against our cyborg masters, which involved running around, naked, in futuristic temples blasting robots with our laser guns. You see the robots took away all our clothes when they enslaved us. I guess that’s more sci-fi than horror tho.
I dreamt I was in an Alien movie. I was really just an observer in the dream, but I still felt like I could be harmed. In this dream, Ripley was actually scared, and no one else heeded her warnings, but I knew if Ripley was scared, I was fucked.
I dreamt I was in Dragonball Z too. That’s not exactly a horror movie, but I was pretty freaked out about Freeza trying to kill me.
I’ve dreamt myself into the world of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre a few times. Not sure why that movie in particular out of the hundreds of horror movies I’ve seen should work its way into my pysche, but there you are. They’re terrifying dreams…I always wake up in a panic, positive I’m about to be chainsawed to death.
I dream about tornados quite a bit. That’s more easily explainable, though, considering my location.
Come to think of it, I never really have good dreams, at least not that I remember. They’re all either bad, or just neutral. (Always weird, though.)
Re Mary Shelley- She says “a dream”, but that may have been her cover story. I’m not sure how historically accurate Ken Russell’s GOTHIC was, however.
Re Texas Chainsaw: Which version- the original Sawyer family, the re-visioned Hewitt family, or the random array of idiots in III & IV?
For me, I was in college & dreamed that some friends & I were holed up in a dorm room as Romero-zombies gathered outside. We had a “fire-moat” around the dorm keeping them at bay but it was burning out & some were getting through.
Another friend said we just had to keep fueling the fire & the horde would recover & turn back into regular humans. However, two friends & I escaped when we had the chance, only to find out later that the more hopeful friend was right.
I haven’t had a lot of nightmares since I graduated high school. I’ll get one maybe once or twice a year. Usually my dreams are too non sequitor to have a cohesive narrative, but every once in awhile I will have a dream that is like a story. Occasionally a full blown original song will appear in my dreams too. Unfortunately these sorts of dreams usually come during sleep cycles where I’ll want to go back to sleep as soon as I wake up, and when I finally do wake up I don’t remember enough of the story/song to write it all down.
Yeah, the other night I dreamt myself into a zombie movie.
Except it seems I didn’t find it sufficiently scary (they were old-school slow-moving zombies), because I was not only in the film, but I started a critical analysis of it at the same time. There I was, cunningly evading a horde of shambling undead, and thinking: “… and so it becomes clear that – just as vampires can be seen as a metaphor for unease about sexuality, and fear of venereal disease – so the zombie movie dramatises society’s paranoia over drug addiction.”
I keep dreaming things that seem like stories. Sometimes they’re horror, sometimes not. One involved a giant foot, all that was left of a statue of Achilles, which walked off. Another, actually a a series of dreams like sequential TV episodes, was about a woman with visions of the future. And just last night I had one that involved me, Harpo Marx, another comedian named Sigmund Gerritsen, and time travel.
Actually, not sure what version I’ve seen–maybe someone can help me out. I saw it when I was just a kid, and only have vague memories, and it was one of those situations where you’re channel surfing and come across the movie and watch what’s left of it. I think. The only clear memory of a specific scene I have is two cars racing across a bridge, and Leatherface is in one of them trying to kill the people in the other car. I remember thinking it must be a really long bridge cause the scene just kept going.
Seems like I also vaguely recall Leatherface running the chainsaw up and down a girl’s thighs in a sexual way, and letting her live.
I did see the remake with Jessica Biel that came out a few years ago, but I’d been having the dreams since before then.
I wish my dreams were like movies. All too often they involve killing people violently, and are too real to be movies. The smells and tastes etc. make me wake up looking for my gun. My wife tells me I yell a lot as well.
I was deaming something mundane this morning, and all the sudden it seemed like there was a sound and a “The Ring”-like child creature at the head of my bed. I woke with a start. I was wondering if I just naturally dreamed that or if I was influenced by movies. Haven’t watched any horror movies lately though.
The first TCM II, which had the same family as the original (tho I think different actors, including Bill Mosely as Chop-Top- “Music is my life!”. Mosely played Otis in House of 1000 Corpses & The Devil’s Rejects.) Also, Dennis Hopper played a Texas Marshall out to avenge his wheelchair-bound nephew who was killed in the original.
It’s my favorite out of all the TCM films. The first was more annoying than scary. The 3rd & 4th were stupid. I liked the remakes, esp because of R. Lee Ermey, but I’d have preferred they didn’t change the family.
Movie dreams are not too atypical for me; I attribute it to the fact that my subconscious is as lazy as I am. Why waste energy concocting subtle and poignant metaphoric imagery for my current emotional state, when I can just dream about **Star Trek **instead?
I had a dream a few nights ago that combined elements of Invasion of the Body Snatchers and a sort of generic big-budget doomsday asteroid film. This sort of dream is highly atypical for me, though. One of the stranger aspects of my nightmares is how low-budget they tend to be. You’d think that since I just have to imagine this stuff, not pay for it, there’s no reason why my dreams can’t be as lavish as the most over-the-top summer blockbuster.
Yet often my nightmares are downright shabby-looking. They tend to focus on zombies, for one thing; and I’m not even talking about the sort of zombie movies with a moderate budget to depict global chaos. No, these are the sort of zombie movies where everything is just vaguely untidy. Even the film stock of these dreams appears grainy. Sometimes they’re 1970’s-era Euro-splatter zombies with weird superpowers, and sometimes they’re just entirely bogus-looking haunted attraction puppets. It’s frankly embarrassing, the shoddy quality of these zombie dreams. My subconscious is apparently Larry Buchanan.