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Most of my dreams are weird. The hard part is remembering them after about thirty minutes beyond the alarm clock’s waking me up.
A weird dreamt that I’ve had recently that has stuck with me was a dream where it was raining inside my apartment. No sprinkler system or anything like that, rain. I was scrambling around the place trying to rescue various items before it all got ruined.
A few years ago I had a dream that really bothered me. I dreamt that I was back in the first, second, or third grade (I spent the first three grades of school in a one-room school with the same teacher, so the dream could have been set at any point during that time). I remember asking one of my friends what was going on, that I wasn’t supposed to be there, that I was supposed to be in college. He looked at me and said, “What are you doing in college? You’re not old enough.” When I responded that I was old enough and that the year was 1997, he laughed, and all of the other kids in the room laughed. I have no idea why that dream bothered me so much after I woke up.
And no contributions from the one who wrote the OP? 'Fess up, Qwertyasdfg, surely your subconscious has given you a few strange ones from time to time.
Well, I did have a stange one the other night. I dreamth that I was on the Titanic, and although it had started sinking, everything was going on as usual and the boat seemed to be as if it hadn’t hit the iceberg.
Also on the Titanic was a KKK member, complete in white outfit, trying to convince his friends he wasn’t racist by buying weed from Tupac Shakur, who was also on the boat.
I had this dream several years ago. It remains one of the most vivid dreams I’ve ever had.
It starts in a room lined with bunk beds. There are young women in long white nightgowns in the beds, and I am their sister. They are all sick and/or dead and I have to nurse the sick ones and lay the dead ones out in their beds to prepare for their funerals.
The next thing I know, I’m walking down a hallway in what reminds me of a French palace. There are tapestries and gilded mirrors and wood paneling on all the walls. As I pass one of the mirrors, I see I am a very small young woman with a face that is not my own and I’m in a long black dress that reminds me of an antique nun’s habit. I’m walking down the hall, looking into the open rooms, and I look into one room that resembles a locker room or a large bathroom. I remember that many years ago dozens of children were gassed to death in there and that the room was especially designed for that purpose…it has no ventilation. I continue walking until I reach a large room that is at the end of the corridor.
As I go into the room, I see that at the right is an amphitheater-type thing. (The room’s proportions are all out of whack.) The rest of the room is lined with gold curtains, and there are guards at intervals along the walls. There is a Mass going on in the amphitheater, but instead of the altar being above the congregation, the people are seated in the amphitheater rows and the altar is at the bottom. Three priests are officiating, and the two on each ends are in black robes and the one in the middle is in gold. He is a bishop.
I suddenly feel off-balance, and I stumble into the corner of the room and start saying Hail Marys. I do this for a while, and then I go and sit among the congregation. The Mass is in a different format than the usual, and at the end of the service, people start crossing themselves. They do this very strangely: with both hands, and they keep standing up and sitting down over and over while they’re crossing themselves. I don’t know how to do this, so I look at the bishop for guidance.
I start walking out of the room, and I get the feeling that many wealthy young women are following me. I suddenly become terrified – they can’t see me here! So I start running down the hallway from which I came, only now all the doors to the rooms are shut. I pull at all the doorknobs frantically, trying to find a door that’s unlocked so I can go and hide in the room.
I come upon a room that is lined with gold curtains, and I remember that behind the curtains is a secret doorway into another room. I enter that room and I find that it is a luxurious bedroom. I see a hallway branching off from this bedroom and remember that the hallway leads to a crown jewelry exhibit. I can hear footsteps behind me, and I dive under a small couch to hide. From my position, I can see into a large mirror, and I see the reflection of a maid running away. I realize that she has seen me and is going to tell someone that she’s found me.
Within seconds, the bishop appears. It is his bedroom. He tells me to stand up, and I do, knocking over the couch in the process. He walks over to the bed and tells me to come to him. He is very old and bald, and he reminds me of a walrus. There are deep folds in his cheeks and jowls, and his eyes are black and have dark shadows underneath them. I don’t want to come to him but he insists. I moan, “noooo,” but I walk over to the bed anyway. (There’s a strong air of sexual menace.)
I pick up one of the pillows and lightly jab at his face with it. When I take the pillow away, I see that his face is different somehow, and I realize he is in disguise. I touch the pillow to his face again, and when I take it away he has been transformed. Now he is a young man, with black hair and a black goatee, and he is dressed all in black. His eyes are the same, though.
At this point I wake up.
I have this recurring nightmare in which I am terribly excited to have an opportunity to meet Robert Smith, and when I finally do I am trembling with anticipation, and he is rude to me.
One time he slammed the door in my face, and another time he threw pudding at me.
I dreamed that my family arranged a marriage for me, and my husband-to-be turned out to be my history professor. Neither one of us were happy with this, but our families thought it would be a grand match (I’m young and fertile, he has a steady and respectable job). When I pointed out that it would hardly be seemly for me to marry my professor, my grandmother insisted that it wouldn’t make any difference because the wedding would be in the spring and my class with him was only for the fall semester. There didn’t seem to be any way for us to get out of this arranged marriage.
Finally, I came up with a brilliant solution that only works under the laws of dream logic. My professor and I got married in a lavish ceremony on the campus grounds, then immediately went to have the marriage annulled.
I had one where I stabbed a vacuum cleaner salesman to death with a kitchen knife, then wrapped him up in the vacuum cleaner hose and a black plastic garbage bag and stuffed him in the attic. I then proceeded to try to pin the murder on my brother.
I used to use that one in psych. classes as an example for students to analyze when we were doing Freud.
Since I don’t sleep well, I often wake up before my alarm and remember my dreams. I’ll give you two, one strange, the other scary.
For the strange one (fortunately I wrote it in my dream diary): A girl makes some new friends, who seem a little different, but nice. They hang out all fall and go to a party right after it snows for the first time. As they’re about to leave the house of whomever is throwing the party, the girl rushes back inside for her coat. She walks back outside with other friends, and the people she came to the party with are no where to be found. It’s as if they disappeared completely. The friends helping her look get spooked and are convinced that the missing people were murdered or something equally terrible, so they quickly rearrange stuff in their car, and drag the girl into it. As they are driving haphazardly through the snow, trying to get as far away as possible, a woman who lives in the there demands they wait. They decide to drive off anyway, but she manages to convince them that she doesn’t mean them harm, so they reluctantly follow her back inside. She shows them what happened to the missing people: though a window they can see the girl’s newer friends, and it’s summer out there. The woman tells them that they only exist on the same plane during the fall and spring! * I might turn this into a short story. It works out you know, the seasons only overlapping in spring and fall if people are living the year backwards. I can do math much better in my sleep too. go figure. *
As for the scary one, it’s not just the dream that terrified me…At first there are a group of people in formal wear indoors talking about the inane stuff people talk about at formal gathering. Then it’s outside, and there’s this, this thing, which bears some resemblance to an orangutan, in color and having long arms, but much more grotesque and alien, crashing through the jungle. The people suddenly become more serious, because they’re warned that “it’s coming.” Apparently the warning wasn’t soon enough, since they’re soon dismembered and hanging from the trees that the thing is crashing through. It’s a terrible picture, body parts cradled, hammock like, in vines up in the trees…Somehow I get word that it’s coming for me next. I’m alone in a house with a small child, probably age four or so, of undetermined relationship to myself. It’s too late to get away from the thing, so I pick up the child and run upstairs. I barricade us into the room as well as I can, then the child and I climb into the bed and pull the covers up over ourselves, praying that it won’t find us. There’s a terrible crashing noise, and soon I feel it pulling at us, and I kick at it from under the covers since there isn’t anything else I can do. I wake up enough to realize that it’s probably my mom trying to get me up for some reason, so I shouldn’t kick at her, and I open my eyes, annoyed that she’s still tugging on me. There’s no one there, and I almost scream because I realize that no one was trying to wake me the moment before- I’m in my dorm room, alone.
The only dream I can remember vividly is one I had when I was around 7- mind you, I haven’t been around long. My friend (my real friend I knew) showed me a $2 bill he had found, but when I saw it, I knew it was counterfeit. Jefferson had these really ugly teeth, the date was a big one, like 6000-something instead of 1976 or 1995, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears were on the back. The next day (in the dream), I read in the newspaper (the children’s section of the newspaper, for some reason) that they arrested the counterfeiter. He was quoted as saying he apologizes for what he did, and he felt especially sorry for the family who got his fake $2 bills. I asked my friend if he saw any more like that, he said yes, in the ocean, and that was the end of the dream.
That I had sex. Ha ha ha ha!!
Last night I dreamed that I was being chased through a factory by a Tyrannosaurus Rex that spoke to me in Arnold Schwartzenegger’s voice, but I tricked him into falling through a time tunnel, or a black hole, I’m not sure which.
Then I woke up.
That’s the only one I can remember.
I’m standing at the bottom of some sort of crater with sheer vertical walls, and can’t get out. Ronald McDonald is up at the rim, encouraging me to try and climb out.
Then I woke up.
When I was a kid I had a dream that I was swimming at a friends house. We were throwing tennis balls at a thong sandle. You know playing dunk tank. THree weeks later it came true down to the people involved.
This from a man who measures himself in microfarads. 
Seriously, though, you took my answer. I was going to say something brilliant, like this:
(in a white-trash-teenager voice): I had a dream once where I had sex! There was, like, people there, and they were all having sex, and I was having sex with them, and then some more people showed up, and we had more sex, and then we freakin’ did it, hey! It was awesome, hey!
The wierdest dream I’ve ever had was when I was 20 and was staying over at a friend’s house because I was plastered.
In my dream there were throngs of people standing alongside either side of the alley behind my friend’s house. We were standing with them, and all of a sudden everyone starts cheering. I look over and Richard Simmons is riding naked down the center of the alley on a bicycle. He was waving and smiling at everyone, like it was a parade. Everyone stopped cheering and it got deathly quiet. Out of nowhere this really deep voice started saying “Make it count” over and over. I don’t remember how it ended, but when I woke up I was laughing so hard I almost peed my pants before I could stumble into the bathroom.
I once dreamt, when I was 16, that I was trying to convince my mother she should have aborted me.
I had a really bizzare dream once where I was a jar of peanut butter. Seriously. And I was trying to get revenge for something, I do not remember what, and would kill people by putting them in my jar and smothering them. It really scared the hell out of me when I woke up.
I had the wierdest, best dream ever about two years ago, when I was in freshman year in high school. It really kinda made sense in a wierd way…
I was outside my high school, completely naked, and just jogging towards it. The thing was, I didn’t care that I was naked…and I felt really free and happy like that. I just jogged on in and along comes the girls track team. They see me and they all say, hey look at her, she’s so happy, lets do that too, and fall into step beside me and are all stripping off their clothes like its no big deal(yes I am female…and I didn’t see it as much as know it was happening).
And then I woke up. This was during a period of time in which I’d just found my roots in a group of friends and felt really invinceable…
Ah, the Jurassic dreams are good ones.
[li]The one with the dilophosaurous spitting at me repeatedly while I hid in the bathroom. It was sort of like a game, but a real one. It was very chilling.[/li]
The one where me and my dream-family are going on a vacation. My dream-dad is Alan Grant (played by Sam Neill), and my mom and brother are played by unknowns. Then we see this huge dinosaur. It looks like a robotic T-Rex, but a very sinister one. It appears that Dad put it there for some reason. Then when we turn around and go into the house for something and come back, the dinosaur is on the other part of the lawn. Ahh. Then we go in the car, and it chases us. We get out and run…it chases us. Then we manage to hide in a neighbor’s house- and my bro throws a ball to distract it. Then it was pretty much over. Terrifying stuff, dino dreams.
flickerwolf:
Thank you. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.