Not weird par se, but awfully convincing. I often find myself waking up and later in the day wondering if something is a memory from real-life or memory from a dream…
Especially those darn dreams where you wake up and are getting ready to go somewhere. I then am forced to do it all over again. Or where I’m having a conversation with someone and just catch myself before I ask them about something they said in a dream.
Stupid realistic dreams.
Hmm, along the lines of Woeg, I had one dream a couple months ago which I still remember clearly to this day. I don’t have nightmares, ever, and this one isn’t because I wasn’t ever frightened in it.
The day started like any other day, I went to a friend’s house to meet with him and others. … stretches of doing mundane stuff that we usually do … And then we decided to go out and do something that required money. So I went to the bank, unaware that someone was watching me. I went to the automated machines, and proceeded to enter in my account. The moment the guy saw how much money I had in my account (about 3000$), shift to top-corner ceiling camera view, with the guy drawing a gun in my back, without me ever noticing it, and proceeded to shoot me 3 times in the back. I always thought you could never actually get hurt in a dream. Well, my foot. I also know how it hurts to get shot from 3 bullets. Excruciating. I clearly remember how I felt the pain. Back from camera view to inside my own body. I put my hand to my chest, seeing how much blood I’m losing. I can’t breathe. I die. I feel myself rise up from my corpse. I’m a ghost, a spirit, whatever you want to call it. I clearly remember floating around to see every one of my relatives and friends to see how they reacted to my death. It was a very sad sight, especially my parents. When I had seen everyone I wanted to see, I woke up, with the feeling that I wasn’t sleeping at all.
That dream was so real it was indistinguishable from reality. The moment I woke up was as if I had closed my eyes for a moment and found myself lying in my bed. Needless to say I was feeling very uneasy and disturbed that day. Thinking about it still greatly disturbs me even to this day.
Ranma (where is Furinken High?!?), I’ve had lots of dreams where they were indistinguishable from reality…the pain, the feelings, the needs…I wake up from them and it usually takes me a while before I can distinguish whether it is still a dream or not.
I used to have nightmares like that every night, nonstop…ever since I was 9 years old…finally, they have faded to once a month or so.
Woeg, now that’s what I call a dream.
I’m pregnant, so that might explain the weird dreams I have.
The one I had most recently really makes no sense to me. I was at home by myself doing the stuff that I normally do. My fiance came home from work and… It was him. Tall and skinny, with all the same expressions and mannerisms. It was him. Except… he was black. And the more places we went that day, the more I started to realize that everyone was black. My parents, Lynn, the (normally, IRL white) woman that works at the gas station, all of my friends… Everyone that I knew to be white was black in my dream. But I was still white. And my normally (IRL) black friend was white, too. The weird part was, I didn’t mention it to anyone. My dream-self knew that something was wrong, but I didn’t tell anyone about it.
Wierdst thing about my last dream was the way it ended. I was asking someone I lived with to hand me something when I realised I was actually awake and talking out loud. Freaky thing was I actually beleived he was there when the room was dark and, obviously, he was a floor below me.
I turned into a steamroller once, and then proceeded to run over all of the people who I didn’t like. It was a short dream, but fairly gruesome!
CRUNCH! POP!
Tough, you know when you wake up, from the one you’ve narrated, that when hordes of zombies were after you in your dream, well, it kinda points out that it’s not reality. 
Moderator’s note:
This more recounting weird dreams than exactly a poll, with choices and all. But I could be wrong. I’m sleep-deprived from this funky nightmare about sheep and dental floss.
Movin’ it on over to MPSIMS.
TVeblen,
SDMB Moderator
I had a weird dream last night, but I don’t remember all of it. What I remember is that I got pulled over by a cop, but I had no idea why. I got my driver’s iicense and insurance card out while he was walking around my car, but suddenly some other car rammed me from behind, right in front of the cop. And then, the other car rammed me a second time while the cop was going towards that car. I don’t remember what happened after that.
Dream:
I’m in sun god robes, standing on some sort of Mexican pyramid, thousands of naked women are before me, chanting and throwing pickles at me…
Why am I the only one that has that dream?
Most of my dreams are weird.
Like that one where I was the captain of some Federation starship. I was standing on the bridge with just my underwear and all the officers were women.
Now this was:
Many times I regain control of dreams and go lucid dreaming. But, before I get control many times the dreams or nightmares control me.
Two weeks ago, I dreamt a monstrous fetus like creature was on the left side of the bed, It also looked like a demon creature and it was trying to propose some business!
At the beginning I was scared shitless. Suddenly, my brain cranked up and realized it was a dream, but the evil entity wanted nothing to do with my awareness!!! It was like he/it knew the gig was up, but he had a point: he told me I could not move while dreaming! I was frozen and it was still laughing at me!
With the last seconds of sleep, and the dream fading, somehow I regained control of my body, I jumped and strangled/crushed the little shit! I have never felt so satisfied/relieved waking up!
I was originally going to post this in MPSIMS as its own thread but I never got around to it and then it became “why bother”. So I’ll give you the basic and what I remember most:
Captain Rokko’s Adventure with the Viet Cong
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Captain Rokko and How He Won the War: Part I
Last weekend I dreamt I was a ‘soldier’ in Vietnam, or some jungleized country that could pass for Asian. My unit consisted mostly of people I knew from real life (sorry, no dopers made an appearance that I’m aware of).
Anyway, unlike Deer Hunter the lighting scheme of Vietnam was very lit, a big blue sky and small clouds, compare the lighting of Three Kings when they’re in the desert in the middle of the day vs. Deer Hunter. I hope that’s about right. And the uniforms were not jungle green but more of a lighter sand/green theme.
So anyways our job was to cross a bridge. Simple enough. There wasn’t any briefing but I found myself there as we were walking across the bridge. My buddies filled me in on the story in the way that war buddies do in my dreams. The bridge was wide, you could walk maybe 8 guys side by side comfortably across (we were just walking, no formation. and the size of our unit was not constant as well). But the bridge had no end to it.
As we were walking we’d pass by some clearing in the jungle where there’d be a swamp marsh and we’d spot some guys on our side hiding and we’d give them a salute and sometimes they’d stand up so we could see them better as we were passing them. And sometimes we’d go by another very similar looking marsh and we’d see the Enemy in position with M-60 resembling machine guns staring straight at me. My unit kept walking passed them but I jumped every time I saw them. So we kept passing the same scenery like it was a cartoon and I didn’t seem to notice much at the time. I even asked why the Enemy wasn’t attacking us because we kept walking by them, surely they must have seen us by then. One of my guys gave me an answer; something about air cover or position or hiding or the glass ceiling… something that ‘made sense’ at the time but didn’t because it was a dream.
So we were walking across a bridge that stretched on forever, and passed the same scenery too. Finally the guys behind me picked up the pace and shouted about the Enemy coming from behind us. And we went faster and the scenery went by quicker. This guy in front of me… Logan… I asked him if he had his weapon with him (he didn’t) so I told him I’d give him one. I opened one of my cargo pockets and dug through looking for an M-60 I had apparently taken from some dead Enemy soldiers (my war buddies had filled me in on that whilst walking). In my pocket. Like they were figurine-sized machine guns and the size difference wouldn’t keep them from adequately serving the man I gave them too.
So we started running across the bridge and eventually we got to the end of it. There was a small storage shack at the end where many bottles of bottled water were stacked. Some people had some of it but I knew better than to take the strange third world water. Because on some of the boxes it mentioned Fresh… Water…Cuba…You and some other word that could be used as an evil pun for when we drink the water and discover to our horror that it was poison. For you see I can think ahead in some of my dreams.
At the end of the bridge there was also a small town. Did I mention that? Well there was. It was much like a Vietnamese town or ChinaTown would have looked like to me, having seen them through movies and it had a few elements from my own 'burb… only asianized. If that’s a word. It isn’t but that’s how it was. In the town at the end of the bridge we had crossed, and presumably conquered, I had the idea to kick myself because suddenly going off to fight in Vietnam was just the kind of thing that would make MPSIMS material. Oh well. I’d tell them after I get back, I dream thought.
I was standing near and old man when I thought that too. It doesn’t matter plot wise but I remember that part vividly. I remember being reminded of the end to How I Won the War at that point in my dream. At the last scene the protagonist says very coolly, “and that’s how I won the war” and munches on some nuts. That’s about how I felt I suppose. That and another feeling of pride for being in ‘combat’. Because it was all a boyish game. Remember passing the same scenery again and again? Like a video game. It was this whole ‘war is an adventure’, little boy pretending to shoot toy guns at each other “bang bang! Lie down, you’re dead” kind of story. Only it was less obvious because the plot sucked and didn’t go very far. And so I stopped looking at the river with the old man standing near me and went to join my fellow men for food at this little hole-in-the-wall restaurant.
And when I walked by the door I saw them doing pushups with a guard who looked like the Enemy standing guard. Only they weren’t just pushups, they were pushups on… TOOTH PICKS!! :eek: :eek: With the sharp points pointing… UPWARDS! :eek: JABBING INTO THEIR HANDS! :eek: It HURT! :eek:
I was shocked and when the guard saw me I quickly ran to the place next door in the same building. It was longer than it was wide and had red for the walls, like the place next door. But although there was a roof over the building there was a wall separating the two places that did not go all the way to the ceiling. So I climbed it. To get to the top and be a hero. But when I reached the top of the wall and old woman in the room next door where I went to climb the wall and be a hero picked up her head from her magazine and screeched a warning to her husband, who was overseeing the pushups and might have been the old man who stood near me when I remembered being reminded of my thoughts. Oh, and just then it turned out there was a large object – the closest thing I could relate it to is a wooden chandelier big enough to walk on- over the area where my comrades were. I didn’t see it before but it was there now.
So Old Man is alerted to me and makes his way towards me. I have since jumped from the top of the red wall separating the two rooms and landed on the chandelier, where the Old Man is now. He has a katana (samurai sword) and luck of lucks, I just happen to have a katana on me. We engage in a brutal dual atop the swinging chandelier (which was shoddily made I will add). Because he would be like the Boss at the end of a level in a video game I’ll wager. He would shout insults back at me, I would match his blows like he did mine, etc. But atop the Chandelier there were also books. Yes, books. Big books. Big fancy schmancy books. Which he seemed to value, despite storing them atop a shoddily made swinging chandelier clearly meant for dueling, because I used my sword and chopped right into a book. Yeah. It didn’t go through but it damaged the shit.
What followed after is hazy. He got angry (arguably because I vandalized ‘his’ property) and then…. I don’t know. I suppose I defeated him because I don’t remember what happened afterwards as it was all… hazy. Anyways, I apparently freed my men (who had an aura like children playing make believe, which is how the whole thing played out, mind you), became a Captain, got through possibly the first of Captain Rocko’s many adventures, and I combated.
And that’s how I won the War.
I have two for you.
First was just plain odd.
I was hanging out at my friend chucks house, not really doing too much of anything, being bored out of my mind. In my advanced state of boredom, I decided to cut my leg off. Why, I don’t know, but I was really bored, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. As I proceeded to saw my leg off, with no pain I might add, Chuck watched with interest. Finally, the leg was severed. Sitting there, holding my leg gingerly in one arm, I started getting to thinking.
“You know, I might want to get this re-attached some time, I’d better preserve it.”
Upon thinking this, I hopped up, and hopped over to Chucks’s refrigerator. After opening up the refrigerator, I popped the leg in, said my goodbyes, and hopped home. (over a mile)
By the time I got to the big hill down from my house, I realized that my leg had regrown, so I began to finish my walk home.
Then I woke up.
My absolute worst nightmare though, happened a few years ago, and to this day, I vividly remember it. I actually still find this even more terrifying than the dreams I had of drowning (in the place of my brother, who drowned earlier this year)
In this dream, I was a monk. Dressed in heavy brown robes, in a monastery, high arched ceiling hallways, torchlight, stone staircases, standard run of the mill medieval imagery. As I walked through the monastery, I was repeatedly gripped by visions of the future. Upon having each vision, my view of myself would go third person, and I would throw my arms up, bracing the sides of my head as I hunched over in pain. Violent visions of terrible things to come would then flash before my eyes. Wars, disasters, death, destruction. After each of these visions, I would drop to my knees, crying, knowing exactly what had happened and what was going to happen.
The knowledge and fear instilled in me, in the dream, knowing the horrible things to come, the futility of continuing to live my life in the face of known destruction, terrified me to my inner soul.
The sense of desperation and futility what overwhelming.
I woke up actually terrified, for what seemed like hours, just wandering around the house trying to wrap my mind around what I had dreamed, because the vision was so real and emotionally vivid. It was one of those dreams where in that freshly awoken, slightly surreal state, you cannot discern it from reality.
Absolutely Terrifying.
I suppose you could say my worst fear is of knowing the future.
I have a recurring theme in some of my dreams. They happen about once every month. In it, I am in a fight to the death with Samuel L Jackson! :eek:
One time, he was a cannibal, hunting me with a really freaky knife.
Another time, he was randomly placing bombs inside shoeboxes in the Nike outlet where I was shoe-shopping.
We’ve had gunfights in city streets. We’ve had swordfights in futuristic worlds. Heck, he even made a special appearance as Mace Windu one time!
And the thing is, Jackson is one of my most favorite actors! I cannot recall any time when I was freaked out by one of his roles. He seems like a pretty cool dude, IMHO. I guess it’s just “one of those things.” shrug
Oh, I’ve also given CPR to President Bush when he collapsed in my neighborhood Blockbuster video. Unfortunately, I couldn’t revive him, so when the Secret Service arrived, they thought I killed him!
Maybe I’m just strange that way.
I have weird dreams every night, but usually forget them shortly after waking up.
The most recent one I can remember was a few nights ago. I was with a bunch of people, (some I know in real life, some I don’t; but they were all my friends in the dream) and we were in a swamp/wooded area. We were all gonna get in a boat, but then we started playing tag, but we had to tag the person that was going around on a dirt bike. After a while I hopped onto the dirt bike with whoever else was on it, but the thing was leaning over pretty badly. After a little of this I went through a door into a room that had no furniture and linoleum floors. I was singing “Landslide” (Dixie Chicks version), and saw that my cross country team was in the room.
I don’t remember exactly what happened, but I ended up at an old house, and I think I was with my mom at first. There were a bunch of people at the house, almost as if it were a tourist attraction. Suddely, scary people started chasing and capturing the peple in the house. I had been able to ward off the scary people until Frankenstein came to get me. I esaped through a hole in the floor to the outside. I landed in a chicken coop thing and had to break through the chicken wire. I took off running through the huge yard, and was finally captured. I think all of the captured people were going to be test subjects or slaves or something like that.
After a while, I was walking around and saw someone being put to death by inhaling something. Because I hated being a prisoner, I stole some. I inhaled some and went to go hide before I passed out. Apparently, I had not taken enough to kill me, only to knock me out for a couple of days, as I awoke in my hiding spot. I saw that the prisoners were having a revolution and winning. Pretty soon, it was over and we were free. My mom and step-dad came to pick me up, and as we were leaving someone was apologizing to me about the bad experience. Then that person offered me a condom from the gigantic bowl of condoms that was sitting by the door.
I have absolutely no clue what any of this means.