Weird Vivid Dreams That Stays With You

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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A bunch of friends, we had a good day of cycling together and we are back at my house. A beautiful clear late summer evening, we got the grill going and everyone’s out on my large wooden deck, now joined by our anti-cycling friends… they make fun of us about our lycra cycling clothes, colorful sunglasses and helmets saying we look like a bunch of alien insects.

Ghostly transparent moon becoming bigger and brighter in the corner of the twilight orange sky turning deep dark blue as we had our noisy dinner and drinks. As the night progressed no one except just a few people hanging out by the corner deck railing are looking at the moon. I’m busy talking with the group sitting around the deck table, running in and out of the house bringing drinks out. We are louder than the scattered splitter groups in the backyard and the outer decks. Just a beautiful night and everyone’s having a good time. Some people, especially the older married folks left as the night deepened but the party is still going quite strong though now we have maybe some 10+ people remaining.

Now near a full moon, it was high up in the clear dark blue night sky and we could see unusually high amount of bright stars. As everyone looked at the sky and had full moon jokes etc and then scattered again we heard some one saying “Wah, what is that? There is a tiny red spot on the moon!” Everyone said, “Oh, cut her off” but I looked and there really was some kind of a bright red pinpoint size something but barely visible unless you stared at the spot very carefully. I looked at it for a while then I lost track of it because a lone cloud drifted by the moon and we couldn’t see it clearly anymore. I’m running in and out of the house continuing to party.

Then later I heard someone say “Wow, look at it, it’s gotten bigger! What is it?” and another one said “It’s beautiful…”. By then everyone went out to the edge of the deck leaning on the deck railing looking at the moon mesmerized. As we looked at the red spot growing bigger like a beautiful intense red blooming tiny flower, we saw faint orange purplish glow on the backside silhouetting the moon. Then we saw a very faint single whitish red super fine streak of line going away from the moon making a long line all the way across the sky to the horizon. Then nothing, but the red spot seemed to deform very slightly then we saw two more red streak going opposite direction.

Somehow TV was on and there was news coverages with cameras zooming in at the moon with speculative comments and showing people’s reactions; their eyes were just way too big I remember. On the closer view on the TV, you could see some kind of explosion, like a volcanic eruption or something, and a whole lot more sparks coming off the thing. We then saw a much bigger crimson streak across the sky out of nowhere and later saw very distant orange glow light up the sky like a small sunset but much much brighter.

By now some people gathered in front of TV in the living room and some left… don’t know where. I walked out to the street and people are starting to fill the streets but strangely calm and walking very slowly… all seemed to walk towards the same direction. I ran back in the house and was watching CNN now. Right then I felt the ground roll a little like… an earthquake or something and I could see the sky getting brighter with more and more bright crimson glow coming from different directions now, and I could barely make out some type of very low pitch humming coming from what direction I couldn’t tell.

I looked at the moon and the whole edge of the side, where the red spot was, seem to have deformed slightly but now you couldn’t make it out much because there was such bright flashes coming from it. Everything looked like as if it was lit with some kind of bright artificial light… and streets were completely filled with people now walking slowly like obedient zombies towards somewhere, some central location. On the TV they were showing all these Hindi or Arab dignitaries and their families(?) also very slowly walking towards a long dock built on the side of this rocky peninsular of land that jutted out on a lake or sea which was lined up with these 1930s(?) looking sea planes but like big airliners with very long narrow wings and multiple prop engines, like 4 or 5 on each wing, floating, taxying on the water and docked with the passenger doors open with flight attendants ready to board them. I am now out on the street walking and looking at everyones walking slowly and very quietly, even the kids, towards I don’t know where but I’m no longer panicking either and I’m walking with them… then I woke up.

This dream is as vivid as the night I dreamt it and it stays right there in my head. The strange feeling I get is like I’m in the dream right now. It was about a year ago but it stays with me like I just woke up from the dream.
Have any dreams that’s strangely vivid, weird and just stays with you?

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Mission accomplished! :wink:

I can’t go into as much exacting detail, but 2-3 years ago I had a dream where my family (wife and child) and I were in a settlement in swampy, humid area (Amazon river-jungle type place) where we were attacked by freakin’ HUGE monsters, like out of The Mist.

Last night I dreamed that my wife and I killed two men in our apartment. They were “bad guys” (I don’t recall being threatened by them, but that it was OK to off them because they needed to be killed), and the police came, questioned us, took the bodies out, and that was that. Given that I still remember this now, I have a chance to remember it for a long time - usually, I forget my dreams by 8am.

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I thank you, John. :slight_smile:

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I used to have this super strange dream repeatedly throughout my childhood wherin I’d be doing something with my mom (folding laundry, talking on the porch…whatever) and suddenly someone exactly like my mom would appear and say “Betsy! That’s not your real mom!” and I’d run to her and she’d start choking me.

WTF for reals! I was about 16 before I finally told her about it and she was aghast.

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In my dream, I’m near an airport, I see a plane take off - it’s a big one with freakishly, disproportionally huge engines. It climbs far too steeply, stalls, then falls back, turning to one side. It disappears behind some buildings and a huge fireball rises.

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I’ve had this dream many times. I wake in the second floor bedroom of an old high ceiling farm house. The shear curtains are blowing mildly in the wind of an open window across the room. I walk to the window and out across a vast field of wheat a lone figure is making it’s way silhouetted by the sun. I watch it come closer with a feeling of forboding. It is staggering. Soon another appears. Then another. I can just make out that the lead one has no eyes.

I look for a weapon but settle for a board torn from the bed slats of the old bed. Sometimes I can find a screwdriver in the nightstand. Sometimes there is a shotgun in the closet but never any ammunition. Each time I look out the window they are closer. The room is very spartan.

I rush down the stairs searching for a place to hide or make a stand. I can never hide. No matter what I have to fight them but sometimes I can find an entrance to attic or cellar where there are boxes of useless old clothes or antique bottles of cobalt and milkglass on dusty shelves where I can hold them off momentarily. There is always another entrance I haven’t counted on where they find a way in.

I kill them with brutal thrusts of screwdriver to eyesockett or crushing blows from gunstock or board. I escape across rafter beams or through sheetrock walls. Outside I face more shambling zombies. I always just barely escape but I keep fighting for what seems like hours. I get tired and feel like giving up but keep going. Where is everyone? Is my family okay? How can I find my way home? I don’t know where I am. There is a dusty dirt road leading into a dark line of trees and I take it not knowing where it will lead and feeling very lonely and without hope. I wake up with relief. It was just that dream again.

I have come to realize it signifies a fear of aging and death and it has lessened to a rarity but I still have it on occasion. It always ends with sadness and going into the dark unknown of the forrest.

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I never had children, never wanted them, never been pregnant.

I had a very vivid dream where I met my son “who had to be born to someone else” (and he looked exactly like my brother), and his daughter “who was supposed to be his sister.” It was very freaky.