Last night I dreamed Ivanka Trump sent me a quilt, handmade for my daughter, worth $50,000. …and I was upset because it was falling apart.
I was reading a post the other night right before I went to bed. Someone asked if they had ever gotten a story for a novel out of a dream. My last thoughts before drifting off were about just not having the right kind of imagination to ever become a serious fiction writer.
That seemed to kick off a dream that was completely foreign to me and not similar to anything I had ever dreamed before. I dreamed about creating a novel and the entire story unfolded in front of me in ways I never imagined myself writing. One was this unbelievable driving scene with a car full of students in a little compact car. Another scene was a heart wrenching love triangle. All through the dream I was amazed at my own ideas and where they were coming from. I was actually dreaming about creating a story. Within 1 hour of waking up 95% of the story had left my memory.
I woke up exhausted this morning because in my dreams, I was searching for my car, walking and walking and walking… I did not physically leave my bed, but when the alarm went off, I’d have sworn I’d trudged to hell and back trying to find my car.
I had a bizarre one 2 nights ago.
I was working a new job for some super-secret company. They had managed to develop a device that could spy on people’s thoughts and conversations over a weird television-like appliance. The important bit was that they had managed to overcome the Observer effect, which had somehow stymied all other thought-reading technology in the past.
The trouble was that, in certain situations, the person being spied upon could become aware that it was happening, and if that happened you had about 2 seconds to turn off the monitor or it would cause some terrible unknown deadly catastrophe to the observee AND the observer.
So I was watching two people talk at my station, all of a sudden the screen turns red, lights start flashing, and I manage to turn off the monitor just in time to prevent agonizing death.
After this, I was on break or something, I was wandering the halls looking at all the animals in the company zoo (yeah, I don’t know) who were behind glass windows in the hallways. I noticed that the latches on the sliding windows weren’t very secure looking. As I was looking at some sort of large lynx/bobcat type creature, it escaped and clawed me in the chest. I was holding it back from further attacks, but my only chance to escape was to kick it in the face.
So I kicked, as hard as I could, and woke up to my wife shouting “OW!!!”. I had kicked her right in the shin! In real life!
I thought your body was supposed to be “locked down” while you were dreaming, so it was confusing on top of the already weird dream.
Some kind of oddly named berries, no doubt.
Panache45’s shrimp, I think.
This is an old one I’ve mentioned before, but it still cracks me up because it’s absurd on so many levels:
I dreamed I lived in the same swank apartment building as Mick Jagger and he had a huge crush on me. I was thoroughly repulsed (which is the only realistic part of the dream - I can’t stand MJ) and woke up intensely relieved that it was only a dream.
I dreamed last night that one of my favorite authors- I think Brandon Sanderson- had come out with the next book in his series, and I hadn’t noticed. And I was shocked that I’d missed it, but of course I was ecstatic that it was out so early.
Then I woke up. 
Had a dream about people rappelling down an oil-rig like structure several hundred feet high, maybe 700 feet. The thought of being up there on a ledge 700 feet high and lowering down was acrophobic.
Dreamed I was a soldier of some sort one of of my mates just received word that his family had been murdered, having originally heard that they died from natural causes. The weird part was that my brain could not keep the time period consistent: it went from a massacre by Indians to revenge by former Confederate soldiers to 1918, then I woke up before finding out who was to blame that time.
At this place I worked there was a serious emergency that I was desperately needed for, either to run things or to unlock all the doors (the last one is more in tune with my real life.) Specifics are shaky – I never remember my dreams well – but it involved a lot of running from place to place to either do something important or to unlock a door. Then, I’m walking down the hallway about to do some other brave and important thing, and they bring out my mother in a wheelchair and say she just died. That’s when I woke up.
A little more coherence and I could write for the Hallmark Channel.
Yesterday I dreamed I was playing virtual reality tennis using my own head as the ball. If that’s a metaphor for something, I don’t want to know what it is.
A virtually frictionless bicycle on struts rather than wheels. No clue as to how such a thing would actually work but my dream seemed to make the amount of friction in inverse proportion to the RPM of the crank.
My legs sure seemed tired when I awoke!
Jonah: What did you dream about, Crow?
Crow T. Robot: Oh, the usual. Electric Sheep.
Funniest line of the whole show
Ok, so I dreamt that something apocalyptic had happened to the population of the world, a disease, virus, something like that. I was the only one left alive. I’m not sure how I knew, I couldn’t remember stumbling over any bodies or reading newspapers or the like. In any case, the world around me was slightly rotten, and the weather was cold and wet. And I realised my daughter would be dead.
At which stage my dream rebooted, which is a first. This time, not everyone died, sparing my daughter, who I never met in the dream. I wandered around empty towns, which looked a bit mouldy and run down and it was still cold and wet.
I went into a hotel, where a few people had gathered and went to the bathroom. Popped into a cubicle and had a pee. A really big pee. A really really big post sex/wank pee, ferocious, an absolute torrent, all over the cubicle walls.
It woke me right up, which was good, because I actually did need to pee, quite badly. And I popped off to the actual real life bathroom, to have a bursting but not torrential pee.
I had a similar dream about “Pink” at the time I had the dream I didn’t like her at all but later became a fan.
I also had a dream with my eyes open a while ago. I was trying to wake up from a lucid nightmare, and when I did I found myself looking at something indescribable between me and the wall. I looked at a for a few seconds trying to figure out what it was but it kept and changing, and then it disappeared after some black/yellow spots (like I had looked directly into a lamp) appeared in my vision. Then I immediately turned around and got out of bed and was surprised that I was actually awake and not in another lucid dream.
I had a dream that I ran into a puma, and ended up adopting it as a pet. But it was eyeing my cat as lunch, so I kicked it out.
I knew I had posted my similar story previously, and found it…
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showpost.php?p=17554530&postcount=28
Had a dream that I and several other students from college were in Russia investigating a drone crash. The drone crashed only a few hundred yards from where I was, yet by the time I and the others arrived on scene, the drone and all wreckage was gone. We could not find any trace of the drone (and this was a large drone, bigger than Predator size, and so heavy it would require powerful trucks to drag away) and yet only a few minutes had elapsed between the time of the crash and the time we arrived on scene. We theorized that the Russians had hurried dragged away all wreckage before anyone else arrived but could not figure how it was done so quickly without anyone else noticing.