Last night I had one of those weird dreams. I dreamt people had tontakevtese rickity live boats through a like/river thing that was supposed to be the nasty river in our city to any place we had to go. Then all the sudden my part of my family I me ER see and I were at this yhact race and my husband (well fiancé but we were married) looked like my 2nd cousin but I still loved him and well lots of crazyness.
So what’s the latest weird dream you’ve had.
I have them alot. Do you
I had a dream the other night, and I looked up in the sky and saw a Gilligan Island-style thatched hut fly over, as if it were an airliner. Flying right behind it was a wicker chair, flapping palm frond wings.
The stupidest dream I’ve had lately is that 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick couldn’t get the play off in time and got a delay of game penalty.
This makes more sense to 49er fans.
Almost all of my dreams are so incredibly odd and vivid, it’s hard to pick. They also have pretty “followable” story lines, with some sort of beginning, middle, and end, no matter how strange. And usually they’re merely interesting, or weird, or whatever. Even though they’re wildly colorful and seem very real, I rarely have nightmares (except for the occasional elevator dream. Don’t ask me why. iOn occasion, in my dreams, I have have the most awful “evil elevator” dreams).
But there was this one. It was probably a few days to a week after I found out I had gotten the job in Seattle and was going to move after growing up in, and spending most of my life in Alaska, (so big surprise it was such a horrifying one). I was dreaming that I was awake, and just huddling in bed afraid, and just KNOWING that some terrible person was coming down my hallway bent on evil.
It sounds so silly awake, but the sensation was absolutely terrifying, I was absolutely trembling in my sleep. Then I’d dream I woke up and that same guy, or another equally horrible one, was trying to come down the hall. There was a long drawn out series of this, sometimes the person would make it to my bed and try to do awful things, and other times my dog would attack him and I’d wake up and somehow he’d go away. The most horrible part was just the knowledge that he was creeping down the hallway, and that I’d be helpless not to fall back asleep, and that I’d be cut to pieces in my sleep.
Over and over again. I don’t know how many series of this same theme went by, but it culminated in this guy actually being IN my bed, and me somehow, miraculously getting the upper hand and being forced to strangle/break his neck in order to save my own life. It was a life or death struggle, him or me.
AWFUL, just the worst thing ever, asleep at least. I could feel the sensation of this guy’s head and neck in my hands for WEEKS afterword. The texture of his hair, the way his eyes looked, the sound of his tendons breaking. My cat screaming and yowling as she clawed him (ME screaming and yowling as I tried to fight him off), my dog attacking him, and the smell and look of the blood from the cat scratches, dog bites and any damage I managed to cause.
Shudder! More of a nightmare than weird I guess, and not really “lately” as this was about 2 and a half years ago, but there you go. Now obviously this dream was my subconscious’s way of trying to deal with such an overwhelming change in my life…but DAYUM!
The strangest one (and most memorable one) prior to that one was one I had when I was ten. I dreamed I was somebody important, getting into a helicopter and I am assassinated by machine guns while trying to board. I didn’t know it at the time, but looking back on it I realize that the men in uniforms all around me were probably secret service or something. Which is weird also, I’m the least likely person to EVER become president. That dream (like all of mine), was so vivid I still remember it today. I was wearing a dress-suit of OD green (gee maybe I’m secretary of defense? ), I bent over as people do when they’re getting on helicopters, I can feel the wind from the blades moving my hair and skirt, I can feel the hand of the one “secret service” guy (or whomever) on my back guiding me toward the chopper. Then, I can feel a series of hard hits to the head, just seconds after I hear the gun go off. Then I woke up. Even as a kid, I was a very girly girl, and hated anything to do with war movies and such, so it’s not as if I had any knowledge of that sort of thing beforehand, so I have NO idea how I could have had a dream like that.
So, yeah, super vivid dreamer here. Strange that the two most memorable dreams are so darned violent. (watches everyone running away screaming in uncontrollable fear…“Hey?! Where you guys goin”?) 
I dreamed last week that the baseball All-Star game for some reason decided to have the players parachute onto the field. Not suprisingly, this didn’t go well and a couple of players broke their legs. The fans stormed onto the field and started rioting.
This morning I dreamed I was backstage on the Doctor Who set, and a few of the lesser Production crew were telling me stories about shooting the show. Matt Smith turned up near the end of the dream and shared a few of his own tales. Not a weird dream at all, really. Quite vivid and realistic, and I wish it had been true.
I also had an elaborate dream involving a missing boy, an old blind man who was accused of kidnapping him, and the school teacher who believed the old man was innocent. Which, it turned out, he was innocent, as the boy had in fact been killed by a dog.
One weird dream I did have recently, I was in a house that was full of bread, and a gigantic malformed spider crawled out from behind a pot plant. Across the road they were putting on a Get Smart stage show at the “Mel Brooks Theatre.”
Most of my dreams involve driving. But I don’t drive in real life.
I don’t remember any dreams of note lately but one really weird I’ve had in the past (without getting too disturbing) was one about Sarah Palin dying (this was during the 2008 election season).
Just last night I dreamed that I was at work when 4 guys and a woman came in to pick up something. The slightly odd thing about them was that they were wearing space suits. I was looking at them, thinking they looked familar, and realised they were Swedish movie stars. I remembered that they’d starred in a Sci-fi/Comedy/Action adventure movie that had been a big hit 10 years or so ago. We started talking in Swedish because they didn’t know any English. (Amazingly, I don’t know any Swedish when I’m awake.) Anyway, it turns out that they’re all good friends, and pretty much do everything together. They were a bit depressed that they hadn’t had any work since their big hit and were having financial trouble. I suggested we all sit down and write a sequel to their last movie. So we did. It was a very good script and we were all excited about getting it made…
And then I woke up. I just laid there and thought, WTF brain? That was an odd one.
I’ve been having shapeshifting dreams lately. They’ve mostly been my “usual” turning-into-armor dreams, but one featured my hands turning into tools. I was trying to build some kind of gadget in a hurry, and my right hand sort of stretched into a soldering iron and some grippers so that I could splice wires together one-handed. My left hand turned into a ratchet thing, and I was using it to assemble a case for the gadget. There was a camera in the palm of my right hand, so I could watch both tasks at once.
I have no idea what I was building, but it must have been important.
Last night I dreamed I saw a poster which depicted Jesus with fangs and blood dripping from his mouth. I asked someone about it and they explained that it was an illustration of a Bible story. In this story, two children are crucified by an angry mob and then their arms are torn off. But Jesus swoops in and uses his mouth like a stapler to reattach the children’s arms, yay! I asked the person where to find this story in the Bible, and that’s when the alarm clock went off.
This was not at all a scary dream, I was merely very interested and totally buying the Jesus-stapler as a Bible thing I’d never heard before.
Had one last night (didn’t scare me per se so I don’t consider it a nightmare) involving people being cut up in pieces by this wood saw gone wild and left to die on a bed-one poor guy was still alive after his lower half got removed.
I hardly ever dream about crap like that, TBH, but since you asked…
Hey, I’ve been thinking of starting a dream thread… With one difference. Does anyone have any reoccurring dreams?
I dream a lot and always have. Most recent - I dreamed that I walked into my parents house and my mother,father, brother and sister were sitting in the living room talking seriously about something. They abruptly stopped talking when I entered the room. First let me say that both my parents and my brother have passed away IRL. I asked them what was going on and at first they refused to tell me and I knew it was something bad. Finally my brother told me that my sister Karrie had been killed. I don’t have a sister named Karrie. Of course, in my dream I did. I started sobbing, those chest heaving kinds of sobs. Woke myself up in mid sob, face scrunched up, sucking in deep breaths. At the point of waking, I had a perfect picture in my head of my “sister”. She had beautiful, long, red hair and was 20 years old. I felt this terrible grief over this death and had a hard time shaking it all day. It was so real. There is nobody I know that fits this description of this Karrie or shares that name or why it’s spelled with a K.
Not very recently, but the weirdest dream I ever had was when I was picking grapes, on a working holiday in Australia.
It was in split screen, overlapping in the middle: on the right, I was walking down an endless row of grapevines, picking the same three bunches of grapes (one of which was devil horn shaped) over and over; while on the left was a series of weird cameos featuring other people from the same backpackers. I only remember two of the left side scenes, one was a girl sitting in a tree staring straight forward completely motionless except one leg, which was slowly kicking; the other was a close up of a guy’s face, again motionless, with his mouth wide open and full of very mobile leeches.
That was quite odd.
Last night, I dreamed my grandparents (both dead) had made some kind of dark contract with some kind of alien or demon tribe. This rift opened up in their bedroom and lava-like ooze started bubbling out, melting everything it touched. When it mixed with water, these long, glowing centipede creatures grew out of it and started chasing me.
Their house was nothing like their old house at all, by the way.
After escaping more ooze and bugs, I confronted them back in their room, which had turned into a jungle. Except for their bed. They were both sitting up in it, conspicuously, and said nothing was wrong. Their posture and expressions were so creepy.
I can’t remember what happened after that.
The night before, I dreamed about smuggling little dogs away from some evil breeder and making out with a video game character in the forest.
I’ve had scads of odd dreams. Tends to happen when my hormones are whacky, which is all the time lately.
Certainly. I have a number of different ones that recur, like the dreams about turning into armor that I mentioned above (which seem to have a whole mythic cycle tied into them). We’ve also had a number of threads on the subject:
Recurring Dream Locations
Recurring Dreams, or that “place” you’ve been to over and over`
What is the Most Common Bad Dream on the Dope?
That last is particularly interesting, as it not only covers dreams that recur for particular people, but patterns of recurrent dreams that lots of people have.
I’ve had a couple of recurring dreams lately.
The “College” dream. Had it at least 3 times in the past few weeks, and possibly 4 times. In the dreams, I have gone back to college. IRL, I graduated in 1984. No unfinished business, as far as I know. In two of the dreams, the college in the dream was the same as my real one. In the third one, the college was a different place.
I’ve had a recurring “Flying” dream lately, about 3 times in the past 6 months or so. One of them was combined with one of the College dreams. In that one, I wasn’t really “flying”, as much as I was able to jump and glide.
Weird stuff.
ETA: Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve had the College dream probably 6 or 7 times in the past year.
I dreamed that, for some medical reason, I had to thread a needle through my scrotum. And not merely the scrotum, but through the testicle, as well. Had to leave it in, too, and it kept getting caught on things and, of course, hurting like hell.
Woke me up, that one.
I dreamed last night that I was good friends with Kate Winslet. I went to the set and watched her do another movie with Leonardo D. in which I quipped something like “Maybe you could make some room for him this time.” Then all of a sudden we were cooking dinner and I had to leave and I kissed her on the mouth goodbye.
I am pretty sure I had this dream becuase I just saw an ad for some new show where Courtney Cox’s (?) character said she started a new thing of kissing her female friends on the mouth. I think the jist of it was that people were freaked out by it.
I think Kate W. is beautiful but I have no special attraction to her nor am I an especially huge fan.
Oh hey I also dreamed I woke up and my hair was a hideous shade of blonde. That was more of a nightmare.
A couple of months ago, the local newspaper had an online vote between two comic strips: the loser would be eliminated from the paper and replaced by something else. I described it in more detail in this thread.
Early in the voting period, the comic strip that I wanted to win was ahead 94% to 6%. I actually had a nightmare that the other strip managed to creep up to 7%! I was worried that it was making a comeback. Fortunately, my fears never materialized. My strip held on to its 94% to 6% lead (5786 to 360).
My apartment was in India (& in a much older building) and had a combination lock. I did remember the combination, but ate the numbers off the lock and wasn’t able to work it. Then I tried to borrow someone else’s lock.