Share your dreams

  On 3/23/2011 at 7:29 AM, Ranky Redlof said:

fucking school nightmares i hate them

My school irl was just a big building made from pebble-concrete in Germany-typical grey, but in my dreams it always was this old overgrown weathered temple ruins with long shadows and late afternoon sunlight, like something out of Shadow of the Colossus, sorta like this

And the indoor-areas were always dust covered abandoned swimming pools with syringes and stuff lying around, Pripyat-style, like this:

The outdoor-areas were always really peaceful and idyllic and there was no people around, but the indoor areas were unspeakably horrible. There was an animated dried corpse dwelling there that everyone just called "The Serbian" who would try to hunt me down whilst dragging himself over the tiled bathroom floors.

School, eh.

I actually had a dream within a dream the other night, Ive never had one like it before

I started off in some kind of labyrinth with large pillars that had big gargoyle heads on them and I was running through it then I got woken up by a voice saying it was 11:00 and I had to get up and I was in some kind of log cabin with lots of windows and blinding white light pouring though them and shortly after that I woke up for reals

I was running up lots of stairs, around and around, dodging people coming down as I went, trying to get to one of the top floors of an official building. I got to a waiting room, sat down and opened my satchel. I was delivering letters of complaint to the local council. I read some of the letters and it was all stupid stuff you wouldn't write to the council about. The one I remembered asked for more tv shows written by famous people and suggestions for titles. All the words were spelt wrong and I could only really read Madonna's/MLADDONA'S name. For some reason this was hilarious and I tried leaning all over people pointing the mistakes out while cackling. Looked under my seat for my satchel and someone had stolen it.

i always have dreams about being in grade 12 and failing. i have a little schedule but i can't find my classes, then i realize i'm going to stay another year and i wake up relieved.

Had a dream last night that all the food exploded. Me and my village all starved to death because the food exploded.

had a dream about noise music

i was in some music theory class. and the teacher was chiding people. my friend was showing the teacher his art music. and it was very noisy. he would slam socks against the wall and it made an awesome ringing rhythm. like pouding on trash cans.

anyway, the teacher was criticizing his sock music.

and i stepped in, like 'these fools simply do not understand! i know the problem!'

and i told them, 'YOU DO NOT HEAR THE OVERTONES IN THE NOISE! THE OVERTONES IN THE NOISE ARE WHAT MAKE IT MUSIC!'

implying that noise can bear melodies within.

well then the male teacher became enraged and started drawing this diagram of the notes on the board. like, 'THE OVERTONES!? THE OVERTONES!?!?!?!? I'LL SHOW YOU OVERTONES!'

so then I said, NO! it is not logic! it is hearing! these overtones transcend control! they are beyond your mathematical logic! they can only be created from what is already there! the logic is on a next level!

and then I said, 'lets leave, Merzbow' to my friend. idk why.

other dreams i was on a boat and i had a shitload of marijuana seeds. and i was trying to get a good price for them. i thought i could sell them. i was going to be rich.

some story of me being an secret agent, that could would be re-created everytime since the 30s for missions.

On my way home the sky was heavily clouded. the clouds looked like pumpkins, in perfect geometrical shape. Like one of kainis mandelbulbs. They were orange with green dots in the middle, and came in a lot of different sizes.

I tried to show it to people on the bus, but they faded in an instand. The sky was still orange, though.

The city was hit by an earthquake (before the dream), I saw a collapsed bridge, that was coloured like a piano roll.

I was watching a "movie" where aliens used tennis balls around a perimeter to brainwash people to bury other people into the sand. Then I was working at some restaurant, that was like a burger shack... Then a bunch of drunk girls came and laid on the ground, taking off their shirts and were all like "Don't you guys see the opportunity in this?" and no one did, then I was like FINE! I'll guess I'll get two of you to give me a blow job. At that point the random drunk girls turned into girls I worked with, and we had sex. In a washroom, where people tried to film us.

Weird dream.

  On 3/26/2011 at 9:10 PM, yek said:

i always have dreams about being in grade 12 and failing. i have a little schedule but i can't find my classes, then i realize i'm going to stay another year and i wake up relieved.

That's some deep shit.

I had a pet tiger, just around the house. It slept on sofas, I let it out the garden - pretty cool but I felt a bit edgy about it. I never turned my back on it and always pointed a stick at its neck, ready to spear it in the throat should it try anything.

  On 4/2/2011 at 8:34 PM, futuregirlfriend said:

I never turned my back on it and always pointed a stick at its neck, ready to spear it in the throat should it try anything.

that was a horrible turn haha

i've had a pretty scary dream a week ago that i still remember very well:

i dreamt that i'm living in some kind of a cloning facility/dormitory, the environment was very home-like but there was that research going on cloning. i remember that the researches wanted to clone my cat and eventually they did, that cloned black cat was really freaky looking, it was free to roam around the facility and it was making a lot of trouble and scaring people. so one night i decided to drown it in the sink, but for some reason it just wouldn't die although i was holding it by the neck underwater for a long time, it just kept making those bubbles for what seemed like a very a long time. eventually one of the researchers came and saved the cat from me, scolded me and brought the cat to his study, i came with him. what was supposed to be a clone of my black cat looked like a wooden stick, apparently as a result of my attempt to drown it. it was about 5 inch long with really tiny eyes at the end. that stick/cat was put on a table and started growing very fast, taking a shape of a cat but without forepaws and claws. that's where part 1 ends.

part 2:

i'm in a bus, riding in what looks like a war torn eastern european city, a group of soldiers is riding with me. clean uniforms, identical (cloned?), very aryan/american looking, blonde with blue eyes and some kind of a strange haircut, not typically soldier-like. we're riding between rows upon rows of burning residential buildings. the bus seemed to have no windows and those soldiers had some supernatural ability, some would look at the burning buildings and the fire would get extinguished while others would look at the those buildings and the flames would ignite with renewed force. the end.

2012.

I've had this recurring dream lately where I'm inside what seems to be an octahedron space station, and it's only one room. Every wall is a window, and I can see that I'm surrounded by colorful stellar gas clouds and extremely far away from Earth or anything familar. The space station feels as if it's spinning wildly and I have to struggle to keep my view and not just tumble around at the whim of the seemingly erratic twirling.

This scene has made an appearance (in slightly different forms) in three different dreams in the last few months. It's pretty similar to the recurring dream I described earlier in this thread where I'm either invited or ordered to travel to a skyscraper with a completely different set of physical laws, but I'm never informed about where I'm going (and so I can not seem to keep myself situated and in control of the environment).

i had a dream last night that a redhead i used to know told me to try "red" before settling down. i've always had a thing for redheads...

it's also strange because i rarely remember what others or i say in dreams.

I can only remember little bits of this one, but I woke up from it like WHOA WTFASjkl and could smell someone cooking meat somewhere.

Fast camera fly over of an open topped bus. On the top deck there are five guys. Four vaguely Middle Eastern, one a chubby ginger. Alastair Stewart's voice shouts out "Captured by a British court, prosecuted by an Irish court, burned alive by an Iranian court!" A friend I haven't seen in a long time appeared to my right and laughed telling me that the ginger was a famous internet troll. Didn't really look like coppercab or whoever to me though. I see them all bound together in ropes, scared and looking all over the place with wide eyes. Then there's a zoom out from a pile of ash and skull fragments which a pair of feet and a broom (think Tom and Jerry) sweep away to reveal an oily stain on the ground. AND THEN I WOKE UP.

I'm back at high school. it's lunch. i'm eating lunch with an anorexic version of my first love. i didn't know it was her.

the tables are full. i have a camera. i am filming. people don't move around much. she's from a different friend group.

anyway, she gets up mad. we walk past the non-anorexic version who starts calling my name. they're both horribly pissed that i'm not paying proper attention to either one.

they're both probably the same person though... fuck.

anyway, i am really hurt that they don't want to keep talking to me. so i leave the lunch room early kind of sulking.

and then there is a catastrophy. the lunch room is closed off. there is a problem. it is overcrowded. there might be a stampede.

also my uncle's child is in there. we're all sitting outside waiting hoping that they will be able to avoid a stampede and the murder of the child.

well, eventually it all works out after a long wait and a bunch of super weird imagery. while we were waiting i was trying to rewind my camera to find the footage i took inside the lunch room with my first love.

so, when they finally get everyone out of the lunch room all i see is a stream of parents in a line, all holding the hands of their children in one hand, and in the other hand the fucking memoir about the incident which they have somehow already written.

I was just thinking about one of the weirdest dreams I've had that's stuck with me for years. Had it when I was about 14. When I was younger I was quite into mountain biking and all that stuff. In the dream I was watching a race, and it was the usual scene, a taped off muddy trail through a forested mountain. For whatever reason, a crocodile was zipping down the trail and a spectator stumbled out in front of it, getting his head trapped under the croc. The guy was stuck and the crowds were screaming as he was dragged through the mud towards a small rock sticking out of the ground. His head his the rock and exploded.

^ you're fucked up, man

emerged from the other dimension into a wood-paneled basement. conversation with a ghost. there was this neon blue goop you had to rub into your scalp to interface with the virtual reality device. I was too tired and awoke just as I crossed the threshold.

Somewhere in my dream my neighbour complained that when she looked out of her kitchen window she could see porn reflected on my window from my computer screen. I never thought of that before. Thanks, dreams.

I tend to have two types of dream: 1) shitty hollywood jurassic park dream (ie the not being able to run away fast enough dream), and.. 2) the super horrifying dream: usually involving slit throats, my brother dying (usually by falling off a cliff), a woman with a black mask - think of the stabbing scene near the end of Saving Private Ryan but x100 factor awfulness. This one is always in daylight, involves sand (or maybe a desert), and usually a tram/train.

I hate those ones.

oh and I almost always have the "falling" sensation where I physically shudder, thinking I've hit the ground.

Also I have really awesome jewel thief dreams, or Con Air.

It's normal to get these once in a while, but if it's recurring, well, something must be bothering you/your subconscious irl.

i just started some new medication last week and ended up having a real hamdinger of a fucked up dream. i don't remember a huge amount of specifics but the scattered bits i do remember are just fucked up.

it started with me and someone else (kept shifting who it was, usually either my brother or my roommate) cleaning up an old lady's house after she died, like emptying it all out into a dumpster. but she had a lot of really cool shit that i didn't want to dumpster so i was sort of wandering around the place finding really cool stuff. came across a huge collection of records but they were all old person rubbish. but then i found a massive collection of really super rare metal 7"s in a box in the corner and i was like "oh i bet my friend nate would love these!" and i was wondering why she had a huge collection of rare metal albums and i turned around and saw a picture of this dude i knew in high school, evan, who died in iraq. so i guess i was like "oh, these must have been evan's records, this must be his mom." which is doubly weird because i know his mom and she's very much alive? anyways. so i go into this room and open the closet door and there's a stair case leading down to who knows where.

so i go down these stairs and it's this weird, bare furnished space, kind of like a prison, with really thick windows between a few rooms and the floor is painted black. there are tvs bolted to the wall, and the video for NIN's "Closer" is playing on one on mute. so i go into the third room on the right and inside is like this weird dentist's chair surrounded by synthesizers. i was all like "oh man awesome synthesizers!" but for some reason i knew that this area didn't belong to the lady who died anymore so i couldn't take them. so i'm exploring the other room and i find one that is full of ipods. like hundreds of them on a table. so i start looking through them and this dude grabs me from behind, covers my mouth with his hand, and starts trying to rape me.

cue me waking up screaming covered in sweat. jesus fucking christ.

normally when this happens my adrenaline is like super high and i can't ever get back to sleep, but for some reason i fell asleep right away and right into the same dream. but a little later.

so i'm in this room now, it's like a support group or something? and for some reason it's being led by the computer lab teacher from my middle school, mr. allyon. the entire room is glass and all the windows are covered with half shut venetian blinds, through which i can see a shitload of squad cars pulling up, which weirds everyone out. the police bust in and arrest mr. allyon, at which point everyone leaves. so i see my roommate there and i go over and ask if he wants to explore this place i found. so we go back there, but it's different. first off the room with the synthesizers is now a hallway, and at the end of the hallway is a chimp cage and another door. my roommate opens the chimp cage and i'm all terrified because of that lady who was on oprah who got her face and hands and genitals bit off by a chimp and i was like "have fun with that, man!" and walked through the door just as the chimp attacked. which was also terrifying.

so now i'm in this giant, giant room. and it stinks. it's got the same black floor but the walls are all white and splattered with blood. and there are people everywhere dressed in lab coats with safety glasses and hair covers that are all bloodstains, carrying stainless steel surgical instruments caked with blood. for some reason, they're all ignoring me, which is weird, except for one, who starts staring. i'm looking around, and she points down a hallway. so i look down it, and at the end of the hallway is a giant pulsating brain surrounded by headless and armless human torsos.

cue me waking up screaming covered in sweat for the second time!

what the FUCK brain?

My dream is right here ^^^^^

WI is pretty close to IL.

I was trying to find my wife (don't have one) on a tropical island war zone hellworld, AT NIGHT. I can only remember two things clearly. 1.) trying to read the words tattooed on the face of this girl I know instead of listening to her explain where my wife was 2.) some outlaw types, on quad bikes, doing donuts on bloody, dying people in the street.