What has happened in your really odd dreams. I had one the other night where I half swallowed a live fish when i discovered it’s head wasnt cut off. I dunked my head in water and let the water flow into my mouth, hoping the fish would swim out. When i woke up, i found that my mouth was full of saliva, and it was dribbling out of my mouth!
One of the weirdest dreams I’ve ever had …
A couple of months ago I dreamt that I was sleeping and awoke to find a live opossum on my chest baring his teeth like a mad dog. It so frightened me in the dream that I really did wake up swatting at the air above my chest to get it off. :eek: WTF?
Of course, someone told me it was all about sex, but for the life of me, I can’t remember ever feeling a randy desire for opossums.
when i was really little, i had a dream that my mom’s boyfriend had a shoe for a head and i escaped him using a go-kart
If only I wasn’t drunk and could therefore more easily remember the weird dream I had very recently. (memory access seems to be the first thing to be disabled when drinking)
I cannot put into words how amazing the few dreams I have are (especially the recurring ones about traveling to, from, and through ruined cities via the sea). Even if I could put them into words, those words would never hope to do the dreams justice. The same probably applies for every doper’s dreams.
i’ve also had dreams where i knew i was sleeping. For example, there was one where a balrog from lord of the rings was chasing me. I knew i was asleep, but was too afraid to stop running.
paranormal, Dreams where you know you are sleeping are called Lucid dreams. There are people who try to have deliberate lucid dreams.
It is common for people inexperienced at lucid dreaming to still react to the dream as if it were real, whilst knowing it is merely a dream.
oh, dear, where do I start?
After spending an evening with a friend’s toddlers and their road-map rubber mat and zillions of match-box cars, I dreamt I was driving just such a car in a city under attack by a pair of diapered giants with no concrete understanding of traffic rules. Their mother found this dream hysterically funny.
In high school, I suffered a recurring dream that a monster was chasing me through the hallways of the school, and the only way to escape it was to squish myself into my locker, pop the back panel off, and escape into a very large open meadow with an oak tree at the centre. This dream popped up every time I had to deal with two particular people that would have been bullies, if they weren’t teachers. :eek:
I often have dreams of things so mundane that when I wake up, it’s with a jolt to discover that what I had just been doing was really only a dream. Oddly, these dreams have little to do with my contemporary reality, but play out IRL three to four months later. Example: Chatting with a co-worker (a girl I didn’t know, at an office I had never set foot in) about favourite cookie recipes, and adapting them to suit a mutual colleague’s food allergies. Four months later, I was working in that office, and talking Christmas-cookie recipes with Lady A, who had been in the dream, and Lady B, who has severe food allergies. This kind of deja-vu dream happens at least once a month; and at least as often, I recognise the moment from a previous dream.
Actually one of my latest really odd dreams was a short lucid dream. I somehow realized I was dreaming as I watched a 70’s type apartment setting sort of coalesce around me. I decided to turn the kitchen tap on to see if the water felt real. It felt completely real.
I saw my husband’s reflection in the faucet chrome and immediately felt horny (heh). I turned around and he was standing there. He laughed and said something about this not being the time, he had someone he wanted me to meet. An older gentleman I’ve never seen before was suddenly before me. I was aware of his every thought, intention, and the reason he was there.
We moved onto a patio that built itself up out of a sort of fog. I glanced to my left and saw a wide, dark archway. I ‘knew’ that the archway led into a vast area of many more rooms. I had the thought that the many rooms might represent some unexplored areas of my psyche and was suddenly apprehensive about venturing in there. snort Then I woke up.
It probably took me longer to type in that description than the whole dream lasted.
I have often had “episode dreams,” dreams that start off the same but end differently. Almost recurring dreams, but not quite. In one set a sinister voice says something about a series of events. In one of these “episodes” velociraptors were in the utility room down the steps of my house. In another a weedwacker with a face painted on it chased me around my mom’s bedroom (i was little and afraid of weedwackers back then). Another series of dreams start off with a huge orange T-rex running down the road and someone saying “there’s a dinosaur a-comin’.” In one of these episodes i thought i could outsmart the t-rex by playing dead and putting vegetables around me. The T-rex, being a carnivore and a scavenger, didn’t take the bait.
Several years ago I had a dream so odd that I remember it to this day. In it, I was housesitting for my mom’s friend, which was a pretty normal occurence as she’d hire me to live in her house and take care of her pets when she took her family on vacation a couple times a year. In the dream, however, it was a different house, although it still stood on her hilly property: a huge white Victorian instead of a split-level ranch. I invited a friend over to play with their Super Nintendo, which I knew I wasn’t supposed to do, and while the friend was there, some people broke into the house. There was a pirate, a gangster, and a pimp, and they were counting out money they’d stolen in one of the rooms of the house. My friend and I went into the room to catch them, but when we opened the door, all three baddies burst into shiny metallic glitter in the Mardi Gras colors of purple, green, and gold. Since I couldn’t find the vacuum cleaner, my friend and I decided to run away before the owner of the house got home and found the mess. We ran down to the attached garage, opened the door and decided to steal the vintage car we found because we didn’t own cars of our own. We tried to do a rolling start by rolling it down the hill the driveway was on, but just as we got it going the house owner came home and caught us.
Utterly bizarre.
I had a pretty good one recently. I dreamed I was walking in the streets of Saudi Arabia. There had been some heavy rains recently, and the streets and sidewalks were 2-3 inches deep with water. But it wasn’t muddy water, the water was crystal clear, with a very slight greenish tinge.
The sky was also very colorful, sheets of gold and orange and yellow like a sunset, except it was mid-morning. The sky and the street had that “infinite horizon” look that old SF novel covers used to have.
There were all sorts of desert animals that had sprung up to take advantage of the water, like those shrimp and frogs that spring up around desert pools after a rain out West. I had a great time looking at them through the very clear water. They looked kinda like the familiar animals except they were bigger – the desert shrimp were two or three inches long with a thick, round carapace. I caught a six-inch amphibian lizard that looked kind of like a newt except it had a head that was basicaly a bunch of concentric rings decreasing in size from the top of the skull to the end of it.
I walked by a restaurant and saw a beggar standing outside it with his hand outstretched silently for alms. He was wearing something like a burnoose, dark gray in color and made of webbings. It completely concealed him. I was certain that it would be a very good thing if I were to give him some money, so I reached down inside my pocket and grapped a handful of coins, but allowed a few to slip through my fingers as I pulled them out because i wanted some coins for myself. The beggar refused them with a wave of his hand. So I dug the rest of the coins out of my pocket and offered them as well, saying, “I can only ask you to accept this,” meaning if he refused the coins this time he wouldn’t get any. This time he took the coins, but now I could see the outlines of his face thorugh the webbing and his attitude wasn’t one of gratitude or anything like that, more of a smirk as if he had pulled something over on me.
Then the dream ended. No, the bed was not wet, nor did I particularly have to pee.
Just the other night I had a really scary dream, in which Danny Bonaducci (sp?) was chasing me all over this giant hotel, trying to kill me. Eventually he developed mind control, and started getting other people to try to kill me. I kept tryiing to whack him on the head with a 6-pack of soda cans, but always missed.
I woke up in the middle of the dream, went back to sleep, and kept going with the dream. I hate that. It was really scary.
I’ve not had any weird dreams recently, but I’ve had some mildly perplexing dreams that have stayed with me.
When my daughter was two, I had one that featured her. I dreamt that she had died, but she could still walk and talk. One day her friend came over (he was also two, and somehow managed to get to our house by himself) and wanted to know if she could play, so we let them. Shortly after her play date, we had a very nice funeral for her where people were playing games, laughing, and generally having a good time. There was a graveside service, burial, and installation of a tombstone which read:
“Here lies the body of Paige E’lan
She’s not forgotten
But she’s certainly gone.”
Strange one.
I had another which took place in a war-torn country where the civilians were dirt poor and starving. The civilians had set up kiosks of sorts where they would peddle their fingers as food in exchange for money. Someone would approach their kiosk and choose which finger they wanted to dine on, and the peddlar would promptly chop off the chosen finger, wrap it up in newspaper, and sell it for consumption.
I found it difficult to go back to sleep after both of these.
Samuel L Jackson was trying to kill me with a really tricked-out dagger. I was being hunted in a neighborhood department store, and I hid a bomb in the men’s shoe department. I hid inside one of those rack-circles and remote-detonated it in Jackson’s face, seriously maiming him.
He proceeded to chase me out of the store, when I found a baseball bat in my pocket and started a duel of sorts.
Then I woke up. That was a bloody strange dream.
i had one where i battled czarist russia. My brother and my cousin were hit by arrows and were killed. To add insult to injury, the russian necromancers raised them from the dead, and they were attacking me! (did i mention the battle was in a HUGE arena?) Finally i triumphed when i smashed apart a tsar and his chariot.
I always have dreams so horrific that I usually block them out of my memory after awhile so that I can function.
A sampling of some of the ones I still remember:
-A strange old fashioned beach town with fire houses everywhere. Millions of people wait in line to slide down the fire poles. I walked down a flight of stairs and an emaciated bald woman walking with a cane limped next to me and confided that she was dying of AIDS. “I’ll be gone soon, lord knows,” she said and started laughing.
-I was married to Tom Hanks. (who I have no attraction to by the way, so he was a weird choice.) He was my 3rd husband. (In reality I’m on my 1st. Who was the 2nd?) I was being interviewed for some magazine. Tom Hanks sat next to me totally ignoring the reporters and me. I was asked this question: “Tom Cruise and Tom Hanks are both too old for you, but Tom Cruise is definitely better looking. Why didn’t you marry him?” I answered: “Because Tom Hanks is the better actor.”
-My 2 year old daughter was pregnant and had given birth while at some fictional dream person’s house. So by the laws that existed in that world, this meant they got to keep the baby. You might wonder how a 2 yr. old got pregnant in the first place. In my dream it was an unusual, but not unheard of, thing that happened by accident during gestation of that child. In other words, she had been pregnant since before she was born. She became pregnant by accident while she was a fetus. And had remained pregnant for 2 years. At the end of this dream, a man brought me a fork and I was happy. “Oh, the FORK!!!” I said. “We’ve been looking for it for YEARS now!”
-My all out Worst Nightmare dream: I came home and found the kids, wearing only diapers, outside the building. They got out on their own where it is dangerous. I ran upstairs and found my husband talking on the phone to a girl that he had a crush on years before he knew me. He was trying to get something going with her again. I ran into the bathroom feeling a pain in my mouth and looked in the mirror. A crooked tooth of mine had now grown so crooked it was growing sideways into my other teeth. My husband came and looked. “That’s going to need to be pulled,” he told me. Then a phone call came and told us that there were mass riots in the US, particularly Georgia, where people were dying. They were deploying my husband all the way over to L.A. (from Japan) to stop them. He would leave that very second and not return until the riots were done. But before he could leave he became very sick and had to be hospitalized, and then a massive earthquake came and killed him and the kids.
That’s all my worst fears, all in one dream!
I ususally have really weird dreams, but they are recurring with different locations added on.
But last night I had a really really weird dream. I was pushing a pushchair with a baby in it (mine) and another lady was beside me and she was pushing a pushchair with her baby in it, and we were following this guy. It was along a highway and we were travelling somewhere. I think the man we were following was our husband. I didnt see his face but he had a hat on. I was thinking to myself, that I should wear a tank top so I can get a tan, because it was hot and bright. Then we ended up in this crossing. Our husband was selling farming parts for machines. Another lady in a dump truck drove up and dropped off another farming part. Then I went into this house and I was told to clean the bathroom. I looked at the tub it looked dirty.
This house was attached to walmart, where I started my new job. This girl was showing me around, and she said let me take you to the back. We have showers there so you can get ready there. So we walk up these stairs into some warehouse area. There is this door thats locked. Right before it is a really short Kawasaki motorcycle with full fairing. One side was painted pink, the other side was black and red. I stopped and looked at it, to which the girl said oh yeah we sell ninjas but kawasaki discourages it because we dont let customers sit on it. Then she said come on let me show you the showers. Then we went to this washroom, the sink looked like a urinal but it was a sink and the shower stall had this sunken hole, when you looked in it there were finesse used travel sized shampoo bottles discarded there.
Then I woke up.
A couple of years ago I fell for this woman at work (she wouldn’t have anything to do with me, but in a nice way :dubious: ) Anyway, I had this dream where I was at the office, and there were TWO Cheryls. One was timid and shy, dressed very conservatively, blouse buttoned to the top, glasses, hair in a bun. The other had a short tight skirt, low-cut blouse, blonde hair falling to her shoulders. I started talking to the wild one. I looked over at the timid Cheryl and she had a look on her face that showed she was very hurt by my choice. Kind of prophetic too, cuz in real life she turned out to be very different than I thought she was.
I had another dream several months ago about my little kitty, who I love like a child. For some reason I knew I had to kill him. So I started shooting him with a B-B gun. Over and over. Of course it wasn’t enough to kill him but he was bleeding and obviously in pain. EEEE! That dream still makes me cringe!
I am Wiley Coyote chasing after the Road Runner. Everything about the dream is right out of the cartoon. I’m using acme products, the desert road is long and winding, I could even hear meep-meep as he continued to elude me. In fact, when I chased him over the cliff into mid-air, I held out a sign that read “Sigh”. I then began to fall towards the the ground below with that familar cartoon bomb drop sound. And just as I was about to hit the ground, I awoke. Landing face down on my bedroom floor.
I was on the SDMB, and OpalCat had just anounced that she was leaving. In her farewell thread, she said that the reason she was going away was because ever since Vanyel had joined, it just wasn’t any fun anymore. Yikes!