Most memorable dream

CIS · August 26, 2014, 10:28:27 PM

Without going into anything too personal what was the most memorable and surreal dream you've had?

Septy · August 26, 2014, 10:29:02 PM

It's NSFW

Korra · August 26, 2014, 10:29:39 PM

Spider-man swinging around Republic City delivering pizzas.

A Cheese Potato · August 26, 2014, 10:29:59 PM

I don't really have dreams very often

Kinder Graham · August 26, 2014, 10:30:15 PM

I tend to remember my sexual/sex dreams more than any other dream

CIS · August 26, 2014, 10:31:47 PM

Quote from: Kinder_ on August 26, 2014, 10:30:15 PM

I tend to remember my sexual/sex dreams more than any other dream

Those I usually forget. It's the ones that are bizarre such as the one where I was in a church in the middle of nowhere with absolutely nothing else in sight that stick out in my mind.

R o c k e t · August 26, 2014, 10:35:11 PM

Craziest one I can think of:

I was walking through my high school, and it was deserted except a few people.
Lights were off, it was dark and creepy.
I hear gunshots, and run through the halls trying to not die of course.
I meet up with 2 or 3 others, and they say "He's right behind you....."

So I just take off running down the hall and I'm cutting corners as fast as I can.
I don't get shot, but one of the shots rang RIGHT when I woke up.

Casper · August 26, 2014, 11:05:28 PM

There's a lot to it, but long story short, some voice that didn't seem to be from my head told me to kill myself.

CIS · August 26, 2014, 11:08:28 PM

Quote from: Rocketman287 on August 26, 2014, 10:35:11 PM

Craziest one I can think of:

I was walking through my high school, and it was deserted except a few people.
Lights were off, it was dark and creepy.
I hear gunshots, and run through the halls trying to not die of course.
I meet up with 2 or 3 others, and they say "He's right behind you....."

So I just take off running down the hall and I'm cutting corners as fast as I can.
I don't get shot, but one of the shots rang RIGHT when I woke up.

holy shit that's fucking intense.

R o c k e t · August 26, 2014, 11:49:48 PM

Quote from: CIS Scum on August 26, 2014, 11:08:28 PM

holy shit that's fucking intense.

Being a hardcore Christian, you'd be amazed what messed up dreams I've had.
I've woken up in pure shock several times, wondering if I'm dead or not.

I hope none of my dreams prove to come true, because THAT would be terrifying.

I_IRONMAN_I · August 27, 2014, 12:02:35 AM

World of humans and shadow walkers. Shadow walkers are these dark creatures with glowing eyes. They reside in this huge, old excavation site with massive machines. This gains global attention. The humans attempt to communicate, but this sparks tension between them and us. Giant shadow walker (looked like a Corpser on superroids) and massive mech meet (Don't ask, I don't know.)

Human ambassador and SW leader meet. All of a sudden giant roided up Corpser attacks and kicks the ass of robot. SW leader kills ambassador/hooman leader. War sparks and millions upon millions of SWs pour out from whatever caves/portals were opened up.

Cut scene to destruction of humanity and war and shit. I'll post more on this, because it gets crazier. I swear to God I was in a half-lucid state when this dream happened.

Juuzou · August 27, 2014, 12:28:07 AM

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TB · August 27, 2014, 12:32:29 AM

Quote from: Lady Noelle on August 27, 2014, 12:28:07 AM

-snip-

Holy fucking shit.....
That's a whole new kind of messed up!
I.... I feel bad for you. :c

big sponge · August 27, 2014, 01:19:17 AM

I don't know which I would call the most memorable, but last nights was one I'll probably remember. Basically I was fighting with my Imperial Guard unit against Chaos Space Marines and Daemons with the help of a friendly Eldar battalion on some desolate world draped in perpetual storms and twilight. I personally slew many daemons and even a few marines with my chain sword and bolter pistol before they started to pull back. I even broke our lines to run out and pull back a young and very eager commissar who had ignored our allied farseers command to hold position and reprimanded him for his foolish actions.

Then I went back to my apartment in the nearby city and made passionate love to Tohsaka Rin who was for some reason wearing nothing but a tight fitting wool turtleneck.

Spoiler

._. My dreams almost always end with some out of place scene that's completely at odds with the rest of the dream.

Erives · August 27, 2014, 01:21:17 AM

It was me looking at the view of three people. I can remember dancing in one, I cant remember the second one. It was a bunch of people at a ball. I remember that as I walked in, someone took my hand and we started dancing. Talking about small talk. Everything was a gold or reddish decorated hall. Then it went to the next one.

I cant remember the second part except it i was poor running away from something. Then the last one was I was a girl in full combat gear. I was leading a group of people what seemed like a grass field. We got to a ditch that sunk in a few feet. All these refugees where tried and hungry. The next thing we started receiving fire from some unknown location. All I remember was the woman firing back but the gun look so weird. It was from now knowing was like a M1A with a metal body and a bulking magazine. Look like it could hold 50 rounds. The next thing we started running away. I turned around and fired a few rounds then I got shot. I didn't wake up. I remember her fall over then hit hard. Heard breathing hard on the ground then it ends.

Ive never had a dream that Ive been someone else. I can always remember 1 and 3 but never 2. I never had a dream like that again.

R o c k e t · August 27, 2014, 01:35:04 AM

Quote from: Lady Noelle on August 27, 2014, 12:28:07 AM

I have one that I remember very well. I was about eighteen, and lived with my family in a generic American neighborhood. My family left somewhere, and I was wearing a white gown and had black hair a little past my shoulders. After they left, a bit of time passed, and then I was in the dining room, chopping a guy's arm off with an axe. The arm fell to the floor and I saw a pool of blood covering the whole floor, and multiple other body parts and mutilated bodies. I fell to my knees in the blood, covering my legs and lower portion of my gown.

My parents walked in the door and saw me there with my face buried in my hands, and my father ran over and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me out of there, not knowing that I was the one who did it. I then shook myself free from him, picked the axe back up, ran out the front door and a random guy was jogging by, and I hit him in the back with the axe, and began chopping his body up in the street. My father ran up again and put his arm around my neck and squeezed, holding it until I was unconscious. I blacked out and when I awoke, I was laying in the backyard and my father was next to me, digging a hole with a shovel. I sat up, and my father stopped and stared at me for a second, then hit me over the head with the shovel, knocking me unconscious again.

Those dreams are the ones where you wake up in the middle of the night sweating.
I've had crazy messed up dreams, but I don't know why.

Erives · August 27, 2014, 01:37:39 AM

Quote from: Lady Noelle on August 27, 2014, 12:28:07 AM

I have one that I remember very well. I was about eighteen, and lived with my family in a generic American neighborhood. My family left somewhere, and I was wearing a white gown and had black hair a little past my shoulders. After they left, a bit of time passed, and then I was in the dining room, chopping a guy's arm off with an axe. The arm fell to the floor and I saw a pool of blood covering the whole floor, and multiple other body parts and mutilated bodies. I fell to my knees in the blood, covering my legs and lower portion of my gown.

My parents walked in the door and saw me there with my face buried in my hands, and my father ran over and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me out of there, not knowing that I was the one who did it. I then shook myself free from him, picked the axe back up, ran out the front door and a random guy was jogging by, and I hit him in the back with the axe, and began chopping his body up in the street. My father ran up again and put his arm around my neck and squeezed, holding it until I was unconscious. I blacked out and when I awoke, I was laying in the backyard and my father was next to me, digging a hole with a shovel. I sat up, and my father stopped and stared at me for a second, then hit me over the head with the shovel, knocking me unconscious again.

Dear mother of god.

A Dumb Door · August 27, 2014, 02:26:26 AM

I once had a dream I was an owl. I was terrified of getting my rabies shot for some reason... Flew around my house avoiding capture and inevitable rabies shot.

Ásgeirr · August 27, 2014, 05:25:13 AM

A nightmare.

ಠ_ಠ · August 27, 2014, 05:34:59 AM

Quote from: Rocketman287 on August 26, 2014, 11:49:48 PM

Being a hardcore Christian, you'd be amazed what messed up dreams I've had.

I'm not sure what that has to do with anything, but alright.

Most my dreams slip from my memory the more I try to think of them, but I get a lot that mess with my perception of reality. I also got a lot of really bad night terrors in the months after I was kicked out and disowned.

Yu · August 27, 2014, 05:50:04 AM

The one that sticks out for me the most is where I was suddenly on the island. I was a power ranger with the other power rangers and we were fighting pirates.

I typically don't remember my dreams.

R o c k e t · August 27, 2014, 01:16:20 PM

I thought of 2 more this morning: Both freaked me out equally. One on a personal level and the other just in general.

DREAM #1: I found myself in an empty parking lot, outside a generic looking restaurant. Looked like an IHOP, but didn't have a sign or anything that showed it was. It was just a building, with all the blinds lowered inside.

As I walked through the parking lot I saw a Police officer motioning for people to run away......but he was moving in slow motion. There were no other people besides him in view, and I apparently was invisible because he didn't see me walk past him. His police car door was open, and his computer had a blue screen on it like when your hard drive fails. I read some white lettering on the screen.........it was my Dad's name.
And he is a police officer.

I decided to walk into the restaurant, and saw my dad in a bullet-proof vest holding a rifle.
He was pacing back and forth looking down like he was looking at hostages or something, but there weren't any from what I could see.

I didn't know why, but I had this feeling like he was evil and I had to get out of there.
As that thought came to mind, he looked me dead in the eye, loaded his weapon, then I woke up.

I truly believe this was symbolic of my dad's state of mind currently. He's living a lie, and refuses to accept that. When it all comes down on him, he'll feel trapped. Like he did in this dream.

DREAM #2

This one is much shorter.
I looked around, it was raining and I realized my hands were tied.
I was surrounded by what appeared to be North Korean soldiers, all armed with rifles.
I was the only person captive. I looked ahead, and saw a hangman's noose: They were going to hang me.
They began pushing me towards the noose, which was up a small boardwalk. As I got closer and closer,
I began to feel desperate.

I knocked a soldier over, then jumped over the boardwalk's railings. I began to run, and the soldiers began firing at me. I had so much adrenaline and fear going, that I kept falling as I ran. I never felt pain, but got shot in the left shoulder. As I started running after being shot, all the soldiers lined up and fired at once.
Then I woke up.

I think this dream came from reading about Kim Jong Un executing his uncle.

CIS · August 29, 2014, 07:53:50 PM

Quote from: Lady Noelle on August 27, 2014, 12:28:07 AM

I have one that I remember very well. I was about eighteen, and lived with my family in a generic American neighborhood. My family left somewhere, and I was wearing a white gown and had black hair a little past my shoulders. After they left, a bit of time passed, and then I was in the dining room, chopping a guy's arm off with an axe. The arm fell to the floor and I saw a pool of blood covering the whole floor, and multiple other body parts and mutilated bodies. I fell to my knees in the blood, covering my legs and lower portion of my gown.

My parents walked in the door and saw me there with my face buried in my hands, and my father ran over and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me out of there, not knowing that I was the one who did it. I then shook myself free from him, picked the axe back up, ran out the front door and a random guy was jogging by, and I hit him in the back with the axe, and began chopping his body up in the street. My father ran up again and put his arm around my neck and squeezed, holding it until I was unconscious. I blacked out and when I awoke, I was laying in the backyard and my father was next to me, digging a hole with a shovel. I sat up, and my father stopped and stared at me for a second, then hit me over the head with the shovel, knocking me unconscious again.

You could make a short film out of that. It would be awesome.

Juuzou · August 29, 2014, 07:55:01 PM

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Super Irish · August 29, 2014, 07:58:41 PM

I had a nightmare when I was young that a man, with an oversized hammer for a head, was chasing me.

I had one this morning of me on a race course, on a deck chair that could turn into a car (somehow) and I was driving along, then for some reason I stopped and then suddenly termites were all over my deckchair (the car turned into a deckchair when I stopped, obviously). I woke up then, trying to stamp and punch in my bed.

For that one I blame that spider swarm GIF and karma for posting it.

CIS · August 29, 2014, 08:00:20 PM

Quote from: Lady Noelle on August 29, 2014, 07:55:01 PM

I am not a violent person though, my dreams scare me. I feel like I have a psychopath locked away inside me.

Everyone has a dark side to them. Feelings like anger and hatred are part of the human experience. It's best to acknowledge and understand their place and to express them in ways that are healthy that won't hurt others. At least that's my opinion.