We saw Freddy vs. Jason on Tuesday evening (media sneak).
So the next morning, she wakes up and tells me about her nightmare, and I proceed to laugh hysterically.
In the dream, we had volunteered (or were chosen, doesn’t matter) to be foster parents for Jason Voorhees. I said, “You mean Jason when he was a little kid, right?” You know how they’ve shown him as a kid with the other kids picking on him. . . “No,” she says, “the grown-up zombie version. Hockey mask and everything.” So this seemed a little comical to me, but it got better. Apparently we were good foster parents to Jason. She continued, “We would take him shopping at the mall, for walks in the park, you would push him on the swingset. . .” At this point, I could no longer contain the bubbling forces of hysterical laughter, as I began to picture myself pushing Jason Voorhees on a swingset to the tune–“People let me tell ya 'bout my be-est friend, a cold-blooded killer who. . .” So, we’re doing all these things with him, and he’s apparently enjoying our company and attention. However, on a trip to the mall he wanders off by himself, then finds us and we buy him an ice cream cone or something, and as we’re eating we find out someone in the mall was killed :rolleyes: . It couldn’t have been our sweet little boy. So we leave. Eventually, everywhere we go somebody ends up dead whenever Jason gets out of our sight, but he always acts docile and sweet around us. At the end of the dream, I suppose Jason falls in love with my girlfriend (or sees her as “mother,” you know he’s got maternal issues), so he kills me and our dog to live peacefully with my girlfriend.
What’s wierder is my dream/nightmare about this cross between freddy krueger and the iceman with laser claws trying to kill a drinking, smoking and swearing 8-year old Hillary duff at the lake that jason lives at.
And he gets killed by telling him that you WANT to be killed.
Sounds like a woman’s natural inclination to change her man. She hasn’t molded you into her ideal man yet troub, and she obviously thinks it’s easier and more rewarding to do it to Jason.
So keep scratching your nuts, letting out loud beer belches, etc. DON’T let this woman change you!
Not exactly a nightmare, but I once dreamed someone was throwing flaming chickens out the window at my law firm. They were flying by my office window, these white chickens, with flames coming off their tails, squawking all the way down. Then the attorney who was throwing them started throwing other, flaming stuff out the window until he was throwing staff. Ahh, that was a good dream.
Apparently I woke my SO up because I was laughing in my sleep. He prodded me awake because he wanted to know why I was laughing.
At this point, I’d wait until she was almost asleep, then put on a hockey mask and gently waker her with one hand while holding a butcher’s knife in the other.
I woke up screaming. My wife wasn’t in bed, so I ran into the kitchen, where she was making breakfast, and screamed at her, “HONEY, CHECK YOUR STUFF! Burglars broke in last night while we were asleep and STOLE EVERY SINGLE ITEM IN THE HOUSE… and replaced EVERY ITEM with an EXACT DUPLICATE!”
Without missing a beat, she glanced at me and said, “Who are you?”
Hehehe. I like “famous figures” dreams, though I have them rarely. I did have one this week though, go figure
Little brother convinces me we need to go to a sheep farm to see all the sheep. Being a dream, I thought it was a great idea. So we go and pet the sheep. While there Vynce meets Tom Petty, who apparently is in ill health, having just found out he’s got some sort of serious illness (cancer?).
So Vynce, being the nice guy he is, decides to try to make Tom Petty feel better. He offers him a blanket to wrap around himself while they look wander the farm, gets him a drink that unfortunately has a lot of moths in it (probably a biproduct of watching part of The Gate earlier in the day) and best of all tries to get me to lend him my Tom Petty cds so the poor guy will think he’s a fan- which he really really isn’t. Nutty dream!
Wang-Ka, i know that one too. or at least something very similar… I think the strangest dream i can remember having was the Quake-related one. was kinda like tron (me and a few friends playing quake over a LAN, we get sucked in) but with huge comedy value, and a lot of going down the pub with the forces of evil and getting very drunk, shambling back to the hell dimensions with the big ogre things, singing metallica songs. The spawn of satan has so much fun…
I once had a dream that a dog, wearing a red cape and aviator goggles, and myself where flying around in a giant piece of Cap’n Crunch chasing Herman Goering.
I also had a dream about a giant “Fruit Loop Monster of Chaos” destroying ancient Greek cities.
I seem to have some deep seated issues related to breakfast cereals.
When I was a freshman in high school, I had this dream that my friends and I were hiding out from Hitler and the Nazis, and Hitler was trying to kidnap my cat, Fluffy. Well, he finally caught up with us, in this indoor swimming pool room. And as I was begging him to leave my cat alone, Hitler turned into our gym teacher, who told us to jump in the pool and start doing the elementary backstroke.
I told one the librarians the next morning about it and she laughed herself into a hemorhage practically.
The only thing I can contribute is my dream in which Dr. Evil was teaching my calculus class. Unfortunately, that’s about all there was to the dream: Dr. Evil teaches calculus. He didn’t do anything particularly evil (except make me wear a Catholic schoolgirl uniform to class) and didn’t even teach the class particularly well.
My subconscious doesn’t find celebrities all that interesting, apparently.
I have weird dreams all the time, and can usually remember them. The only one coming to mind now is the one I had last night. I had a dream that one of my tits shrunk from a 36DD to an A cup, while the other one stayed normal.
My weirdest nightmare happened when I was in high school. I dreamed that I was changing the trash bag, but was having trouble getting the bag opened. I stuck my arms inside the bag, trying to open it all the way. I managed to suffocate myself inside the bag. Next, I am looking down over my crying mother talking to some people about her dead daughter. They ask how I died and I remember thinking, “Please, please don’t tell them I suffocated myself in a garbage bag.” But of course, she did tell them and I was mortified.
So, xgxlx, have you seen the Arby’s Oven Mitt commercials. He’s a LOT scarier, but probably slower, than the HH hand.
I wish I had some cool dreams of my own, but I can never remember them. My girlfriend seems not to have that problem.
A couple of months ago she told me of her dream where the cast of That '70s Show was being chased by Freddy Krueger and. . .his army of rubber duck men. These rubber duck men were like regular men, but they had rubber ducky heads and their stomachs pooched out all the way around like the bottom of a rubber ducky.
To clarify her Jason Voorhees dream (I talked to her about it last night and she re-told the story), we kept Jason in the basement at night and when we couldn’t watch him. I got home from work and found that he had broken out of the basement, and killed the cat and dog on the way out of the house. I call my girlfriend on her cell phone to tell her, and that’s when she realizes that Jason is following her. She freaks, thinking Jason’s going to kill her. That’s when I tell her that it’s not her he’s trying to find and kill. In addition to killing the cat and the dog, he went around the house and cut me out of all the pictures. That’s when she woke up. The thing that is bothering her the most about this dream is that she never got to find out how it ends!
We’ve covered “waking dreams” before in some threads about ghosts, but does anyone have any amusing ones to share? One time I woke up in the morning (really woke up, not just dreamed that I woke up), rolled over on my side, and out from underneath my pillow walked a tiny man in a nice black suit, and his whole head was shaped like a nose. He was also blue in color. I lay there looking at him for a minute, then reached up to touch him. He ran back underneath the pillow, so I pulled up all the pillows and began searching through pillow cases and behind the mattress, but I never saw him again. Then a wave of rational thought hit me, and I realized that although I had awoken, my brain must’ve still been dreaming. I really wish I could trick my brain like that on demand (without the aid of drugs). So, anyone else have a funny experience like this? (I’m NOT looking for ghost sightings/alien abductions, unless they’re humorous). I’m allowed to hijack my own thread, right?
