Weird Dreams

Last night I had a dream where me and some other people made up a team of hitmen. We were in some deluxe hotel suite (it had a lot of couches for some reason) and there was this briefcase that we were supposed to protect, and all of a sudden a second group of people burst into the room to try to take the briefcase. So this big gun fight erupts, and I grabbed a shotgun and started going to town on the enemies. All of a sudden I feel this big pain in the back of my head (like someone had broke a bottle over the back of my head).

I realize that I have been shot in the head as I fall to the floor. On the ground I manage to turn over and look behind me (my head is still hurting but the pain seems more distant), the woman who shot me is one that I had shot earlier in the fight. She's just standing there grinning maliciously, so I pick my shotgun with one hand and shoot her in the face. She falls backward, and I start to panic about being shot in the head, I start thinking that maybe there was a mistake. I touched the back of my head and saw that my hand had blood all over it. So I lay back down and accepted my fate, I remember the floor being very cold.

Then I woke up, and had to feel the back of my head to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
 
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Prepare yourselves.

Last night I dreamt that I was in my room, on my computer around 3:30am(which is accurate to a lot of nights, including last), when suddenly my laptop just shut off. I thought that was weird but I went to bed. This is all still in the dream.

The next morning, still in the dream, I woke up. It was still very early and all my blinds were closed, which is normal, I always close them at night, but they were blocking out far more sunlight than they usually do, leaving the room very dark apart from a faint reddish glow coming through the blinds. I got up to open them, but for some reason I couldn't. I wondered if this was because of a power failure, and if that had been why my laptop went off last night. When it went off I'd hoped it would have been fixed by the morning and was disappointed.

I went to turn on the lights. None of them were working. The house was still dark from all the curtains being closed. I have this excellent hand-crank LED flashlight in real life, and I got it, but in the dream for some reason it was a long wire with a bulb on the end that I could swing around. I think this was because of the deep-sea angler scene in Finding Nemo, which I watched a couple nights ago.

I left my room to see what was going on, but my parents and sister weren't in their rooms or the TV room. I called for them but the house appeared to be empty. I was starting to get really worried at this point. One of my worst fears is that I'll wake up one day and be in some sort of 28 Days Later/Dawn of the Dead-like scenario. I went downstairs to see what was going on, still lighting my way through the dim red hallway with my flashlight-cord. I opened the front door to see what was going on outside. It looked like a regular bright, sunny summer day(in real life there's already some snow on the ground and all three trees are leafless). There was one person that I could see on my street, and I couldn't hear any traffic on the big street about 100 feet away. I watched the person for a minute, vaguely recognizing him from school or something. He was a big guy with a shaved head. Suddenly, he turned to me from across the street, looked me right in the eye and grinned evily.

I closed the door again and locked it, trying to think of a plan. The electricity was down, but my laptop would still have about 10 or 15 minutes of battery power in it. I'd have to use it carefully. Do I go on MSN to see if my friends are there and know anything about what's happening, or on UC to see if it's happening worldwide?

I go back upstairs to get my laptop, but decide to go into the TV room again for some reason. Suddenly, my Xbox 360 lights up. I stare at it and it begins talking to me. It says that computer systems worldwide had were going to change things, for various reasons involving power consumption and logical choices. In the meantime, they'd shut down the power grids. My 360, however, didn't seem to be in on it. If anything he seemed reluctant about the whole thing. I asked him where my family was and he said he didn't know.

I went back and got my laptop, went on UC and asked people to meet at my house because I couldn't talk on the computer for long. After that, I just sat there in semi-darkness for what seemed like hours, waiting for people to come. I think I ate some chips during this time. I also paced around my darkened room a bit and just hoped that I'd wake up for real right now and that this would all be a dream, but I knew that that wasn't going to happen.

Eventually I heard someone come into the house. I got up and looked downstairs. It was some guy, but I couldn't tell who. Then I heard something from the TV room. I got up and went in there. The TV was on, playing The Mummy with Brendan Frasier. There was a woman in a white veil sitting in front of it with her back to me. I watched the movie for a minute. Branden was fighting the mummy. He kept shooting him in the chest only to see him heal. Suddenly, there was a close up and the mummy roared at the screen. The woman in the room turned around. She was a zombie, with a gray rotted face and no eyes. I got out of there.

I went downstairs. The person who'd come in earlier was Joe Kalicki, but he was wearing an old baseball cap and had a beard, and looked pretty scruffy in general. He said more Ultimate Centralites were on their way, as well as his mother. Later, some showed up, but I can't remember who. I think Doom and Houde were there, and at least one girl, and some other people. We figured out that to restore the electricity, we'd have to first go into the underground power tunnels under the city, through my basement.

After a while, we all went down there. We went up to my fusebox and opened it, revealing a full-sized doorway and a dank metal tunnel behind it. We all went in and split up down different tunnels, looking for the proper power switches. I kept hearing noises and would whip around with my light, remembering the scene in 28 Days Later where the kid silently jumps down behind Jim. I heard one of the people call out that they'd found the right switch and needed to "hack it" but they didn't have a light(how they could've found it without one is a mystery). It took me a while to find them because the place was a maze and their voice was echoing everywhere. I finally found them at the corner of two tunnels and shone my light on them. There was a set of flywheels all over the pipes in front of them that they were trying to turn in the right order. Suddenly, we hear footsteps splashing through the dark tunnels from all directions. Zombies are running at us out of the tunnels, but it's almost too dark to see them, so basically we could hear all this horrible **** going on all around but could only see whatever I was currently shining my beam of light on. This part was similar to "the Pit" levels in the awesome Chronicles of Riddick: Escape From Butcher Bay game. After running and fighting aimlessly for a few minutes I heard someone call for me to shine the light on the wheels again, and I did, and there was Joe Kalicki, being pulled into one of the tunnels by zombies, holding on to one of the wheels for dear life and finally wreching it around.

Lights all through the tunnels burst to life and all the zombies began to burn, and then were sucked into drains along the tunnel floor. A hatch opened above me and I climbed up a ladder and through it, into our first floor living room. The previous UC members were climbing out of other hatches and secret doors, and my family was already there. Apparently they had gone out driving to try and find water and a generator or something. Then, we all settled in to watch that episode of Frasier where Niles buys the marajuana brownie from Roz, which played out in my head with startling detail even though it's been ages since I've seen it.

Then I woke up and realized that it actually had been a dream and was frustrated that this couldn't have happened earlier but quickly became glad it didn't because I actually got to solve the problem rather than just leave and live in fear of it happening.
 
I've had few dreams recently, and I think they've all been influencing each other.

In the first one (which I've been having repeatedly) I'm in the Arctic, shirtless, wearing black denim pants and ice boots, carrying a spiked baseball bat, and fighting a walrus.

A walrus.

A few times there's been the added knowledge that, for some reason, I'm also the king of the orca's and this battle has massive implications for aquatic mammal relations. Something about the penguins have lodged a complaint, it's all very Machiavellian but I know all about it in the dream.

In the other version, I'm apparently doing it so I can write a rap song about it.

Ok, the next one I've only had once. I'm at a local mall. And there were zombies. But it wasn't like Dawn of the Dead style. The mall was open, people were in it, and things seemed to be going on relatively normal. Of course, the zombies were still you're usual slow flesh-eaters, we just seemed ok with it.

Anyways, I was at the mall with my mom and younger siblings. We're just walking around and my mom says their going to Foot Locker because it seems like the perfect place to barricade themselves in. I say "OK", but I'm going down too the other end of the mall for a while. I then give her a walkie talkie or cellphone, but tell her to leave it off because the batteries are low, and then I say if I'm not back in two hours, I'm dead. She says ok (in a manner suggesting my mortality has about the weight of having to settle for Pepsi instead of Coke) and they depart for the shoe store.

I then proceed down the mall, flirt with some girls on the way down (one of whom I believe gets bitten) and arrive at the store I was going for. I have a vague impression that it was suppose to be Spencer's Gifts, but I go inside and find myself in what looks like an auto-garage/tool shop. My cousin, who's a coroner, is sitting in there brewing up coffee on a hotplate. Anyways, this one pernicious zombie is following me, I can't shake him, and so I've got to take him out.

There's this line of baseball bats that I go to and start grabbing and swinging. The trouble is, every time one hits his head, it doesn't have any force, like I'm swinging nothing at all. But I keep going down the line until I grab this thin stickbat and swing, and it decapitates the thing. The head is still biting though, so I swing again and the bat cleanly slices the top of his skull off and destroys the brain.

I'm so impressed with the bat, I decide I need to put some nails in it (?) and spend a TON of time looking for three nails of the right size, which I finally do and put in the bat. I remember being vaguely worried that I'm taking so long and they're going to assume I'm dead, but I know the nails are going to be worth it.

Suddenly my walkie-talkie goes off. It's my mom, just calling to make sure I'm alive. I tell her I'm fine and I've got a great bat. She says that's good, because there are about fifty of them outside of Foot Locker and they decided that they really want to go to Target. I say no problem, I'll be down in a minute (all of this is very calm and conversational) and go to leave.

On the way out, my cousin offers me a cup of coffee which I can't drink because I'm leaving. I explain why, and ask if he wants to come. He just shakes his head no, looks at me, and says, "Nah, I just clean up the messes." Then I woke up.

This last one I just had the beginning of this week. I was on Jeopardy! and apparently I'm the greatest player of all time. In fact, I think they changed the format of the show so that it's two people have to try and beat me.

The thing is, not only am I a beast at Jeopardy! I'm homeless. So, the deal is that instead of them paying me, I just get to live on the set. Every morning I just get up from my cot behind the podiums, still in bed shambles, make breakfast on my hotplate (which was a gift from Trebek) and play the game. Except this morning I wake up and my hotplate isn't there. I demand to know where my hotplate is, and the guy next to me is getting impatient because he wants to play and who cares about my hotplate. So, I attack him and we get into this fist fight, and the lady down on the end stabs me in the shoulder with her spiked heel and Trebek is coming in with his brassies, and then I wake up.
 
I wish someone would dream about me.

I dream about you guys all the time.

Ourchair once told me about a dream he had involving MWoF and a burrito.

I don't talk to him on Yahoo anymore because of this.
 
Ourchair once told me about a dream he had involving MWoF and a burrito.

I don't talk to him on Yahoo anymore because of this.
I can't even be fairly certain if this is true or not. It is possible, but I don't remember it. :shock:

If it is, please post the chat log.
 
I wish someone would dream about me.

I dream about you guys all the time.
I once had a dream about you. You put a gun to my head and said "In dreams I walk with you...In dreams I talk to you...In dreams you're mine...forever."

And then you humped me while sobbing uncontrollably.

It was quite sexy.
 
I wish someone would dream about me.

I dream about you guys all the time.

I had a dream about you coming to visit about a week ago. There were these strange banners everywhere saying "Ourchairing ____" with whatever the blank was being what it was hung on. I woke up when we got to my house.
 
I once had a dream about you. You put a gun to my head and said "In dreams I walk with you...In dreams I talk to you...In dreams you're mine...forever."

And then you humped me while sobbing uncontrollably.

It was quite sexy.

Wait he was sobbing or were you?
 
I've been having that dream again. A lot. The one where I'm flying.


They've been so vivid and real that each time I wake up I expect to be hovering over my bed or something. Instead I just wake up and The Capt has his paw in my face.




I don't know what it means.
 
I've been having that dream again. A lot. The one where I'm flying.


They've been so vivid and real that each time I wake up I expect to be hovering over my bed or something. Instead I just wake up and The Capt has his paw in my face.




I don't know what it means.

Your racist dog is trying to smother you?
 
Your racist dog is trying to smother you?

The dream. Not the 4-Toed Bigot Palm Attack.


It's weird. My dream always feel really real. Like I wanna freak out and cry when I wake up and realize that I can't fly.


So this is what all those mutants felt like on M-Day. :cry:
 
I think it's interesting how the majority of pages of this thread has at least one dream that involved zombies in some way.

No kidding, especially considering the board is populated by a bunch of comicbook junkies and geek culture addicts. Plain, plain weirdness.

Victor Von Doom said:
I've been having that dream again. A lot. The one where I'm flying.


They've been so vivid and real that each time I wake up I expect to be hovering over my bed or something. Instead I just wake up and The Capt has his paw in my face.




I don't know what it means.

I had a dream once where I could fly. I was at a carnival talking with some carnies and discovered I could fly just by flapping my arms. So I did, and I got pretty high up, but then I realized there was no possible way this should be working and I started to fall. Then it turned into one of those horrible feel yourself falling dreams with me plummeting right towards the deep fat fryers. ****ing carnies.
 
I had a dream once where I could fly. I was at a carnival talking with some carnies and discovered I could fly just by flapping my arms. So I did, and I got pretty high up, but then I realized there was no possible way this should be working and I started to fall. Then it turned into one of those horrible feel yourself falling dreams with me plummeting right towards the deep fat fryers. ****ing carnies.

I hate flying dreams. I always get maybe 50 feet up, but then my mind says "But, this shouldn't be possible!" and then I fall. And then I start to fly again right before I hit the ground. Its really irritating.
 
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