Far too many interesting dreams to even consider picking one out, but this…
"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa…!!!"
Oh, I’ve got some weird ones under my belt.
When I was very young (around 6 or 7 probably) I had a dream that I can still remember without trouble. In my dream, the house across the street was gone and there was a lake there instead. My mother and I were walking along the shore one morning and I picked something up and asked her what it was. She examined it and said “It’s a throat, a very sore throat.” (Not a neck, a throat…
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Flash forward to that night. I’m walking home from my friend’s house down the block. Suddenly there is a headless man chasing me. It was his throat that we found, and somehow disturbing it has angered him. I manage to run into my house and slam the door behind me, leaning up against it to prevent him from entering. My parents are in the living room, in the middle of a very important gathering of some sort, and my mother is terribly annoyed that I’ve chosen this moment to interrupt. The door behind me begins trembling and vibrating, and I realize that I can’t hold it shut. And that’s when I wake up.
Recently (earlier this week) I had a dream that I was at the home of some friends. The husband and wife that owned the home were there, as was the sister of the man (and me of course.) We’re standing outside talking, in the middle of the night. Then an old, beat-up pickup truck pulls up to the curb, towing a filled swimming pool of fairly good size. The driver gets out and it’s Michael Jackson, as he looked in his “Thriller” days. He invites us to go swimming. The man who owns the house comes out to the street. His sister and I are already in the pool. He shakes his head and calmly tells us “You don’t want to do that.” He appears very worried, so I get out, but I’m disappointed.
Then I’m inside the house watching these women riding bicycles through the living room and out the front door. Just as they’re going out the door, they drop babies on the floor, then just keep right on going out the door. I yell at the women to come back, but they act as if they don’t even hear me. So I’m sitting there with all these babies, all boys, and thinking I am going to have to find a place for them to live. What’s odd (as if it hasn’t been ODD up till now!) is that I can actually feel the emotions of the babies. They’re in pain emotionally because their mothers have abandoned them, but they’re also happy because they know I’m there for them.
I sure would like to have the Michael Jackson swimming pool / abandoned babies dream analyzed.
I actually have quite a few, though some I remember only in random images. Images like:
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Riding a killer whale like a bucking bronco, using a towel strung through the whale’s mouth as reins.
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A GI Joe (cartoon) related dream, in which the Baroness’ aunt or mother is visiting her; the relative doesn’t know the Baroness is a terrorist, so tries constantly to fix her up with the male GI Joe members who show up at a party the relative is throwing…
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The time I was killed, by a pair of carjackers hiding in the back of a van I didn’t even own. I only know I died because after they sprang up, there was this dramatic chord, and everything froze, turning black-and-white, like the final “shocker” scene of a bad horror movie.
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I was an astronomer of some sort, I believe, whose son was killed in an accident with a mirror; he returned as this Chucky from Child’s Play-like demon trying to kill me. He eviscerated my neighbor, and after several other incidents (including one in which my mind was in the body of two goldfishes), I managed to beat it and its canine companion to death with a mirror, only to be accused of the evisceration murder by my neighbors (one of whom was played by Jeff Goldblum).
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Of course, there’s the sex dreams. It’s actually kind of sad, because there’s usually a point where I realize it’s a dream, and this loving person I’m with isn’t real, but I continue with the lust anyway, just because I know it’s gonna end soon now that I know it’s a dream… <sigh>
I’m just glad to see they’re usually that weird with the rest of you too. 
This dates back to days when I had time to, er, experiment (read: college) and remains one of my favorite dreams ever. I’m in a car with two of my friends, driving along. I’m relaxing in the back seat, and think, hey, some pot would be good right about now. So I look around, and ask them where they hide it, and they reveal the hiding place.
The stash is located inside an electrical meter (you know the kind, the squat cylinder sticking out the side of your house, with the horizontal spinning disk), that looks fully functional. The thing is, it’s built into the back of the driver’s side seat–very inconspicuous. The front hinges open, and the inside consists of an absolutely solid mass of weed. Pretty neat, I think, and look for a pipe. Here, I’m very well prepared, because I’m wearing this jacket that has dozens of them, attached via lanyards, snaps, and so forth. You know that bit in “The Matrix” where Ted Theodore Logan steps through the metal detector, opens up his trenchcoat, and has an entire gun store strapped to his body? It was like that, only with various small pipes and tubes. (The dream pre-dated the movie by a number of years, I should sue for plagiarism.)
I choose one, unsnapping it from its mount, and begin filling the bowl with difficulty–the stash is packed so tightly I have to chip it out. Next thing you know, flashing blue lights behind us, and tension level in the vehicle is (pardon the expression) high. I quick close up the electrical meter, and toss the pipe underneath the seat as we pull over. Then I realize, crap, I’ve got all these other ones, and dive out the door to roll nimbly under the car to hide. Footsteps come closer, then closer, and I produce a gun from somewhere, roll back out from under the car, and start plugging cops.
One or two shots takes down each one, but there’s a lot of police coming out of that one squad car, which is apparently built with a TARDIS-style interior. I’m running low on ammo, and send the last few bullets into the squad car’s grill, which of course causes a beautiful explosion. The car launches into the air on a pillar of flame, cartwheeling about in slow motion while continuing to explode. I don’t think it actually fell again, as we just climbed back into our car and drove off.
I just remebered another.
I had a dream about 2 - 3 years ago, that my kid sister (in reality I don’t have a sister), Lalalouie, and I were kidnapped by some punk with an AK 47 and taken to a warehouse.
We remained there for a while until my sister (who I was now watching through cinema-like camera angles) managed to escape undetected. When she got to the street, a police squad car happened to be crusing by at about 5 MPH. It stopped for her, and she told him the situation.
In the next “scene” I was free (my sister was gone for the moment) and the cop dropped me off at home. There was one small problem, the kidnapper was still armed, and had tracked me to my house. I hadn’t had time to explain to my parents what had happened when the door bell rang. I pleaded with my parents not to answer it, but they did anyway. Low and behold, it was the kidnapper, AK in hand. My dad gave a half hearted “sorry son.” I realized that this had to be, surrendered and was taken off, at which point the dream ended.
Although that may sound creepy to read (or maybe not compared to some of the others), when I remembered it, I busted a gut laughing.
Also, I’ve since realized that “Lalalouie” was an allusion to the song “Doin Time” by Sublime.
This was a couple of months ago, just as I was switching jobs. I had a dream that I was at my mother’s house running to my vehicle, trying to reach my friend on a cell phone (I don’t own a cell phone…) The phone wasn’t operating properly, and I was trying to figure out how to work it. When I finally get it to work, I’m talking to my friend, and he warns me to watch out. I turn around to find that I’m being arrested. Apparently the police believe that I’m part of this huge drug cartel and they take me in for questioning. I’m trying to explain that they’ve got the wrong person, but they don’t care. They lead me to this huge room with tons of people in it and this stout, gray haired man with his hair sticking WAY up in back (like he’s been sleeping on it all night) comes in to let us know that the person who will be questioning us will be in soon. Shortly after he leaves, Alex Trebek walks up to the podium, and the group as a whole says “This…is…JEOPARDY!” Then I wake up. I still wonder if the dream had continued, would we have had to phrase our answers in the form of a question?
The really weird part of this is, that day I went to visit the friend I was trying to reach in the dream, used his cell phone to call my mother and had a hard time getting the phone to work, and watched a movie about a huge drug cartel. In one scene of this movie, a gray haired man gets out of bed and his hair is sticking WAY up in the back. In the middle of the movie, (having already told my friend about the dream) I said
“If I see Alex Trebek or a clip of Jeopardy in this movie, I’m turning it off and going to sleep.”
Pudding-that’s priceless!
Speaking of Robert Smith and mope-rock, I had a dream once where Morrisey kept trying to use my bathroom to style his hair at a party I was having, but I had to stop him because he was really trying to let Santa Claus in thru the bathroom window(the idea being that Santa would find out about my party and I’d be somehow in trouble).
Make of that what you will…
I was walking down a street around midnight in a small Mayberry type town. Paul McCartney walked past me in a black leather jacket. I stopped and said “Hey, nice jacket”. He said “Do you like it? Here… keep it”. He was very friendly and casual about it.
The reason I think it’s strange is that I’m not a Beatles fan. I don’t dislike them, just ambivalent. There’s no reason I would think of Paul McCartney or wish to meet him.
Just the whole casual nature of it made it strange to me.
I had a one about playing a game of football with a box of cornstarch.
I won’t even attempt to describe in words the dream I had the ONE time I went to sleep after taking Tavist-D. Think of a mix of LSD, 'shrooms, and peyote… Tavist-D, meet Mr. Garbagecan.
When I was about 13 or so, I had this really whacked out dream that Barney the dinosaur was raping me repeatedly, all the while singing that stupid song of his that pretty much everyone who’s ever seen a bit of the show knows. Let’s just say I was never a fan of that show and I find the character mildly disturbing. Gah!, purple and green dinosaur penises… ::cringes::
I had a strange dream recently that started out as a nightmare but turned pretty funny at the end.
I was at a country fair with a lot of people. The sun had just set and somehow I found myself in a creepy old barn just outside the perimeter of the fair. A man came up to me with a hammer telling me how the hammer would sound when he smashed it into my skull. I remember him telling me it would make a wet sound along with the sound of my skull cracking.
That was the scary part. Somehow my conscious mind told my dreaming mind I should scream for help. My concious mind also remembered someone telling me that if I was ever in trouble I should yell “Fire!” instead of “Murder!” or “Rape!” as more people pay attention to something that may affect them. My dream self then yelled “Free fresh crispy french fries!” I think my dream self thought that no one could pass up free fresh crispy french fries. I woke up and laughed.
I’ve never once had a nightmare… because my nightmares were cheesey “cid and marty croft” style… all the ghosts and monsters looked like cartoons… So I always had to pretend to be scared.
I had a rather strange one a couple weeks ago. I was flying through the air and looking down, I saw a lot of animals walking in very long straight lines over a grassy plain. They were walking towards a rocket which would blast off and carry them to outer space. For most of the dream, I was too far away too see what the animals actually were. I did get a few close ups, though, where I saw:
Geese
Swans
Elephants
Giraffes
Elephants with wings (not with feathers, they were more like bat wings)
An animal that was grey, but shaped like a really fat giraffe
An animal that was grey, but shaped like a really fat giraffe with wings
Mirrored Indigo Shadows, you get my vote for the funniest, most bizzare dream…for what it’s worth. I’m going to store one in that memory bank to povide friends with a good laugh some day. Actually, there is a recently deceased friemd who would have gone nuts laughing at that joke. I’ll imagine telling him the joke, and that might help the healing process along.
I have had a ton of funny dreams in my short 16 years, but I’m just going to grab a random one out of the old memory vault.
This one happened when I was about 7, it was my birthday (in the dream) and I remember waiting for someone to come visit me, I didnt know who they were yet but I recall being very excited. Then out of nowhere, I am on my fathers shoulders and he is wearing a robe and a kings crown. Suddenly the doorbell rings and I answer it, Chuck D and Flava Flav from the early 90’s rap group “Public Enemy” are at the door. Flava Flav begins to rip on me for some reason or another, resulting in me breaking out into some sort of strange dance (kind of a mix between the funky chicken and break dancing). This also causes Public Enemy and my father to begin to do a robot sort of dance. After we finish dancing, I invite Chuck D, Flava Flav and the rest of their crew inside for birhday cake, they accepted, and I woke up.
Probably the one I’ll have tonight. Why do you think I’m still up at the ungodly hour?
I always have strange dreams. Don’t know why, but I do. I wake up and think “huh?”. Most of them, I can’t remember now, but there is one. (Yes, HotB, it’s the one you’re thinking of.)
Not going into too much detail, but I had a dream I had an orgy with the cast of Seinfeld. Don’t ask why… I rarely watched the show. But there it was.
shakes head
Who knows what goes on in the mind of a Pisces?!!
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waves hand frantically in the air
I DO I DO I DO!
I’m a Pisces, too. We’re an odd sort to try and figure out, eh? I became friends with a girl who shares the same birthday, only 2 years apart. We found some VERY spooky similarities between 2 seemingly different personalities. We just blew it off to being Pisces. 
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I can honestly say I havn’t had a dream that I remember having in at least two years, except last night.
I was in a room. White walls, metal table. Big bubble window that you couldn’t see anything out of except a reflection of yourself. It was kinda cold. I don’t remember much except that there was a door with a large lock on it. It opened and a man in a virus protection suit came through it. He talked to me in another language and laughed. I got angry and lunged at him. He screamed. I tackled him. More scientists entered the room in suits. They all tried to take me off of the first guy. I escaped their grasp and ran out the door into an airlock. I pushed the heavy door closed behind me. They banged at the door. I left the room. I was outside and I could see them through the bubble window. They were all banging on the door and on the window. The entire room was a building, portable. It was in the woods. I walked up the hill nearby and looked back at the scientists in the room. I knew that they would die due to lack of food. There was nobody nearby, I just knew that from some odd feeling. I turned away and walked over the other side of the hill.
Hot girl. Sex. Woke up. Sheets stick. Happened 978 nights in a row.