Weird Dreams

[SnakeClock]

What are some of the weirdest dreams you can remember, and what are some odd common characteristics of your dreams?

I had one last night where I was in New York City and I was driving around in a cab being driven by some kind of skinny black guy who looked a bit like Miles Davis. After a while, we had driven all around the city and I was really excited, but I found out that the cab ride cost $2500. I couldn't afford to pay it off, so I had to become a cab driver to pay it. A lot of the dream was centered around the taxi dispatch building, which was a grey granite building with a bunch of really elaborate carved flourishes and reliefs all over it. Oddly enough, I wasn't driving the cab much of the time.

One common thing I've noticed in my dream is that everything feels really crunched together. There wasn't much of a sense of distance in my $2500 cab ride, and a lot of the buildings seemed unusually small; the Empire State Building only took up a footprint about the size of my house, and for some reason, none of the buildings were very far away from the taxi HQ.

What are some of the more odd dreams you've had?

[MonsterMunch]

Most of my dreams are just fucked up combinations of people, places and shapes and very rarely make any sense and have no context to them. So all my dreams are "weird".

[Solenoidclock]

The plot is the hardest thing to remember from my dreams, but often the locations repeat themselves.

There is a comfort if I am in a dream where pursuit is likely and I happen to know that there is a crawlspace accessible above the coats in a two-story tall closet that I can just swing to from the middle landing of the stairs that lead to the unfinished loft where a thousand homeless people sleep underneath the fiberglass. It's good to know that I can pull the dozen boxes of rummikub tiles and magic eye puzzles together and conceal the hole from any particularly observant zombies with garage door spring powered articulated stilts, and that if I continue down the maze of passageways I could, depending on the path I take, emerge in the paper mill where the rebels make hummus and the robots pack leaflet bombs with phone books that contain the location of every rock that ever became self-aware by random chance of ordering itself thermally into something sentient. It's also nice to know that the building across from this mill houses a water treatment plant, and that one of the large tubes that equalize the barometric pressure across the town in instances when the weather machine malfunctions will lead me to an underground cave where a tribe of wombat geologists attempt to reinforce a strike-slip fault while the rest of the tribe completes a delicate mining operation. They are the first group to strip mine from a mile underground going upwards. The scaffolding is a horrible dream in itself.

[Silly Putty Clock]

I don't remember what it feels like to dream.

[SnakeClock]

There is a comfort if I am in a dream where pursuit is likely and I happen to know that there is a crawlspace accessible above the coats in a two-story tall closet that I can just swing to from the middle landing of the stairs that lead to the unfinished loft where a thousand homeless people sleep underneath the fiberglass. It's good to know that I can pull the dozen boxes of rummikub tiles and magic eye puzzles together and conceal the hole from any particularly observant zombies with garage door spring powered articulated stilts, and that if I continue down the maze of passageways I could, depending on the path I take, emerge in the paper mill where the rebels make hummus and the robots pack leaflet bombs with phone books that contain the location of every rock that ever became self-aware by random chance of ordering itself thermally into something sentient. It's also nice to know that the building across from this mill houses a water treatment plant, and that one of the large tubes that equalize the barometric pressure across the town in instances when the weather machine malfunctions will lead me to an underground cave where a tribe of wombat geologists attempt to reinforce a strike-slip fault while the rest of the tribe completes a delicate mining operation. They are the first group to strip mine from a mile underground going upwards. The scaffolding is a horrible dream in itself.

My... God...

[MSPaintClock]

My first dream was in the setting of a Rage Against the Machine music video. There was a man running behind a gas pump at a gas station while putting on a ski mask. He stops at a car with a person outside pumping gas and he points a gun at them. I'm just pulling in so I start driving my car to run him over. He sees whats going on and shoots himself in the chest. I stop, get out of my car to look at him, I pull off his mask to see a guy with no hair and a moustache. A man I assume to be a cop or something stops to look at him. He reaches down, pulls off some of his moustache. He takes the moustache and puts it on his face where moustache usually doesn't grow. I suddenly recognize him as the terrorist! So I start chasing him and we end up in the sewer. We're chasing eachother epicly until we get tired and I just ask him if he wants to slow down for a bit. He agrees and tells me about his Cocchial (sp) disease (coccyx) and I'm interested about it. We then walk out of a part of the sewer into a grand stage with an orchestra playing, I see Lindsey and I tell her that I'm chasing this guy though we're both walking casually, she's playing the Clarinet, but she's in the back row for some reason. He tells me he needs to go play so I let him, and my dream ended there.

In this dream I found four kittens. But all of them were terribly diseased, I wanted to keep them all anyway and make them better. My mom kept telling me no even though she insisted that we just get a healthy kitten. Which is wierd because my parents don't want anymore animals in the house.

I was at the mall sliding around the floor with my shoes on. I remember being able to do this at Waukegan after gym, so it's really not that strange. But what makes it strange was how fast I was going. After awhile I met a kid who was also skating and I was like "lets be friends " He said okay and we went to the second floor. Turns out he was part of a gang and he was using the skates to transfer drugs quickly and to steal stuff. I didn't want to do that but they we're all like "C'monnnn" I called my friends mom Sally and she was like, "Just leave." So I did and then the government I don't know why just blew the mall up, literally just decimated it into nothing. I was okay, the end.


I had a dream where I was mentally unstable but was totally aware that I was. I walked around outside in the streets cold slush and rambled to myself. Every other day I would go into a house that planned Christmas activities for poor people. I would always tease the people inside and use my handicap as an advantage to not get in trouble. One of the people who worked at place had a severe dislike for me his name was Doug, he would get more irritable than the others and would complain first about my presence, always. One day Doug called me to leave and someone gave me a ride to somewhere for people like me. On the ride we were listening to the radio and the guy was giving me the ride asked if I liked the song. I told him no and I asked Doug liked Elvis Presley. He looked at me and I could hear inside his head saying to himself, "Was Pat going to say Elvin Jones?" In the manner where you have complete thoughts that only last less than half a second. He stopped thinking that because he knew I was talking about the King. I then called Doug gay and then passed out in the car.

I woke up again and I was back at the house. I said to myself, "I need a new hat." I walked inside and everyone looked at me as to say, "Great" in that sarcastic tone. I looked at the toys they've been saving for kids and these are all toys that have been taken out of the box not really great toys but they were something. I saw a plastic Indiana Jones hat and put it on. They all got up and told me to take it off. But rather I thought it was necessary to convulse and scream at all of them. Every now and then one of the employees would come up and try to disarm my hat and me but I would just slip away. I continued to stand in a corner as they went on with their business, I was about to put on another plastic type of hat I saw when they all at once told me to leave. I decided that I should start leaving, as I worked down the stairs to the door outside they told me to take off the hat. I sped down the stairs and tripped down almost all of them, I tried to gain more sympathy by rolling down the last two stairs. Doug was at the top of the stairway where he dropped down two stairs to grab the hats that I had lost during my fall. He yells at me to leave and I look at him angrily. He then leaves me to say that that there's all there is going to be said.

I was lying on the ground feeling bad for myself and was getting bored with myself. I started to get up when a roll of thick paper folded into squares fell out of my jacket. Apparently I had stolen that too without knowing it. I glanced at it and realized it was Christmas wishes to Santa. I got up and said to myself, "I'm going to teepee this house with their Christmas wishes."


This is a pretty good dream I think.

copy and pasted from my facebook

[Weather Balloon]

Most of my dreams are just fucked up combinations of people, places and shapes and very rarely make any sense and have no context to them. So all my dreams are "weird".

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[WobbuffetClock]

I keep having this recurring nightmare where although school seems to be out, there's actually a couple days in June for a super-important test that I have to take for some reason. I then run to school during the last few minutes of the last day, for miles and miles with a backpack that feels very heavy even though it's empty, and then I walk into class which looks just like my 7th grade math class. The teacher then tells me that I must take this course again. Sometimes when I have this dream, I go to school the next day and it's an elementary school in a Family Dollar store.

And last week, I had a dream where I went to Home Depot, then I went home and passed out, basically. When I woke up, there where these skinny, shaggy-haired half-owl, half-man creatures who all claimed to be my father. Then they all started spitting on me, and sometimes the spit was blue. And I just lied there, completely paralyzed.

[SnakeClock]

And last week, I had a dream where I went to Home Depot, then I went home and passed out, basically. When I woke up, there where these skinny, shaggy-haired half-owl, half-man creatures who all claimed to be my father. Then they all started spitting on me, and sometimes the spit was blue. And I just lied there, completely paralyzed.

Sleep paralysis, where your brain wakes up, but your body doesn't. A common psychological malady that's pretty messed up. I've never experienced it myself, though.

[Odo]

I don't have weird dreams. I'm usually just at work then I go home and wake up then go to work.

[WobbuffetClock]

Sleep paralysis, where your brain wakes up, but your body doesn't. A common psychological malady that's pretty messed up. I've never experienced it myself, though.

No, that happened in the dream, not when I woke up!

[Loki Clock]

Sleep paralysis, where your brain wakes up, but your body doesn't. A common psychological malady that's pretty messed up. I've never experienced it myself, though.

Sleep paralysis is where you awake to find yourself paralyzed, not when you dream you're paralyzed.

[Loki Clock]

GUYS I ALREADY SAID WHAT YOU GUYS SAID BUT IT WAS WAY MORE SUBTLE AND IRONIC GOSH

YES I SAW

[AMPEEEM]

I have had weird ass ma fuggin dreems.

once I dreampt I was tieing this kid from my class to a chair and rubbing oranges on his head. Then I slip my dick inside of a pepper and rub it on his neck. He throws up seamen.

I dreampt my doctor told me I was going to die unless I fuck my mother doggy style while she sits in a pigs troph and makes snorting noises. And so I did.

I dreampt I was a scientist with 2 other scientists and we were all experimenting when the old guy left the room and it was just me and the hot female doctor. So we started getting it on, but when the old guy came back in he fucked me in the ass.

One time I dreampt I was in a desert and ran into Paul Macartney whos head turned colors and then spat out a green glove. He told me to use it to the finger the woman on the hill. I walk out until I find a graveyard looking place and climb up this creepy hill to find a woman laid out on the ground, spread eagle. I finger her with the glove on and wonder, "I should use this as a condom" but I never do.

[DWARFINATORclock]

I have had weird ass ma fuggin dreems.

once I dreampt I was tieing this kid from my class to a chair and rubbing oranges on his head. Then I slip my dick inside of a pepper and rub it on his neck. He throws up seamen.

I dreampt my doctor told me I was going to die unless I fuck my mother doggy style while she sits in a pigs troph and makes snorting noises. And so I did.

I dreampt I was a scientist with 2 other scientists and we were all experimenting when the old guy left the room and it was just me and the hot female doctor. So we started getting it on, but when the old guy came back in he fucked me in the ass.

One time I dreampt I was in a desert and ran into Paul Macartney whos head turned colors and then spat out a green glove. He told me to use it to the finger the woman on the hill. I walk out until I find a graveyard looking place and climb up this creepy hill to find a woman laid out on the ground, spread eagle. I finger her with the glove on and wonder, "I should use this as a condom" but I never do.

You are fucked up, Oedipus.

[Sombra]

One time I dreamt that my mind was an office room and was organized by a group of well-dressed business people at a physical, tangible location. I was there, inside this room and I remember that most of them disliked me and none of them had the same eye color as I did. Their eyes were all an unnaturally light shade of green or a light shade of blue, almost gray. They knew that our eye colors differed and it seemed to matter to them. I was made unwelcome because my eye color was not the same as theirs was even though they were just a reflection of my mind.

[Poltergeist]

Last night I had a dream that wasn't so much weird as it was stupid.

I was with an aquaintance I don't really know too well and he said we had to go find and beat up this guy, so obviously we went up into some mountains looking for him. We looked around and couldn't find the guy we were meant to beat up so we went into this jungle looking for the guy. I saw him and the guy I was with was like "he owes me money get him" and we ran after him. When we caught up to him I found out it was my friend who I hadn't seen in around two years, and we just sort of stopped and started talking for a minute. The aquintance caught up and was like "oh never mind if you two are friends" and then we all went to a shop and bought a video game. The fucking weirdest part of the dream is that, I shit you not, the dream ended with me telling people about the fucked up dream. The one I was still fucking having.

I do Psychology, but I'll be fucked if I can tell you what that means.

[SnakeClock]

Last night I dreamed that I was Jeremy Clarkson, my sister was Richard Hammond and my little brother was James May, and we were all on Top Gear tuning a car. It was screwed up.

No, that happened in the dream, not when I woke up!

It sounds a lot like sleep paralysis to me.

[SnakeClock]

Last night I dreamed that I was Jeremy Clarkson, my sister was Richard Hammond and my little brother was James May, and we were all on Top Gear tuning a car. It was screwed up.

Last night I had a dream that wasn't so much weird as it was stupid.

I was with an aquaintance I don't really know too well and he said we had to go find and beat up this guy, so obviously we went up into some mountains looking for him. We looked around and couldn't find the guy we were meant to beat up so we went into this jungle looking for the guy. I saw him and the guy I was with was like "he owes me money get him" and we ran after him. When we caught up to him I found out it was my friend who I hadn't seen in around two years, and we just sort of stopped and started talking for a minute. The aquintance caught up and was like "oh never mind if you two are friends" and then we all went to a shop and bought a video game. The fucking weirdest part of the dream is that, I shit you not, the dream ended with me telling people about the fucked up dream. The one I was still fucking having.

I do Psychology, but I'll be fucked if I can tell you what that means.