Weird Dreams

I haven't really remembered a dream in months. :(

I think it's the stress of school ending or something.

In fact, in the last dream I can remember, I received a message telling me that I failed to earn every scholarship I'm currently trying to apply for. Which wasn't nice.
 
I had two weird dreams as of late:

1. My mom got an account on UC. And Doom thought she was cool.

2. You know that Marvel 1985 thing Millar has coming out? I dreamed that Doom and Loki were trying to persuade the kid from that to come with them while desperately trying not to look like pedophiles. (My understanding of the comic is that the heroes and villains are fighting over the kid for ultimate power for some reason.)
 
Only in a dream would this happen:

I was walking down the street with my brother and a friend. My brother quickly crosses the street, but I stop to let cars pass by and my friend decides to wait for me.

This one car comes screeching down the road, with the woman (black woman who had an afro, dressed in 70's clothes) holding money right on top of the window ledge. One pack of money falls and she says, "Whatever, I got plenty more." and keeps driving on.

I pick up the money and its all 50-dollar bills. The brand new one, too. There was at least like $10,000 or so in the packet (or what it looked liked).


If only that was real... :cry:
 
Only in a dream would this happen:

I was walking down the street with my brother and a friend. My brother quickly crosses the street, but I stop to let cars pass by and my friend decides to wait for me.

This one car comes screeching down the road, with the woman (black woman who had an afro, dressed in 70's clothes) holding money right on top of the window ledge. One pack of money falls and she says, "Whatever, I got plenty more." and keeps driving on.

I pick up the money and its all 50-dollar bills. The brand new one, too. There was at least like $10,000 or so in the packet (or what it looked liked).


If only that was real... :cry:

That's funny.... last night I dreamt that my best friend and I were just hanging around, going to different places and stuff, and at one point we were at this sort of deco-y, modern-art-type museum and I found a five-dollar bill that had fallen and tucked itself into the base of one of the sculptures or plaques or something, and I picked it up, and then discovered that it had been clinging to a fifty-dollar bill behind it. I thought that was awesome, when this guy said "Oh! I just lost fifty-five dollars! Thanks for finding it! Can I have it back?". I said I wasn't sure if I believed him, he could easily be lying but he said he really wasn't. I told him okay, it's just 55 dollars, so you can have it and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, but if you're lying and this really isn't yours, you'd better do a good deed next.
 
I'm still having trouble remembering my dreams, but I do remember one particularly cool moment from last night: I was walking around my neighborhood and I realized that it was Halloween. The trees overhead were sort of branching over me and there were squirrels and birds and monkeys. (Remember, I saw Indiana Jones yesterday.) At first they were just squeaking and whatnot but then I realized that I could hear them speaking. And then I heard the trees talking and everything moved into a third person perspective. I saw the street and heard the trees and the animals talking about how on Halloween, the spirit world and other dimensions pass into our own and move around but humans are too dumb to ever see them. Looking out over the street, I could see one of the things they were talking about - The tree branches had formed together into a giant spider thing made of wood.

It was so cool looking that I'm going to have to draw it just to properly visualize it. It was like a giant spider Ent.
 
I had a dream that was in the showers in school and this kid I haven't seen since high school held up some jeans and someone asked him whose jeans they were and he said "I think they're the negro's" and I asked "Do they only go up to the knees?" and everyone got really quiet and I turned around and there were two black guys standing there with their mouths open in shock.
 
Odd dream last night: As the dream picks up, stuff has already occurred. I'm aware that I'm in some kind of movie and that an hours worth has passed. But the first hour of the movie seemed to be a complete story and I'm unsure why it's now continuing. I'm at a boarding house (it's really my house) run by a lesbian couple (elements from Sandman perhaps, though I don't know why I'd be thinking of those.) and it appears to be haunted. Stuff gets moved around randomly and disappears. I see a flash-forward of one of the other boarders coming up from the basement covered in blood and saying "everyone's dead".

I grudgingly help clean stuff up, though I'm pissed because I've just been through all kinds of stuff and I know that I'm getting into another "adventure" where I'm the protagonist. I wanna just stay in my room (which is actually my room.) but I know I won't because I'm the protagonist.

As everyone sleeps, there's a scene explaining about the legends of a medieval book with incantations that can raise the dead or something. Cut to some scenes with characters played by various other actors in the movie. Bruce Willis is a CIA guy who's showing up to some meeting. Morgan Freeman is some mysterious government dude briefing Brad Pitt on the book at his house.

Cut back to the boarding house: There are some weird noises. Me and the couple who run the house wake up, a bit scared. "Here we go", I think. There are screams and none of us do anything. One of the boarders, who - quite terrifyingly - looks like Rosie O'Donnell comes up from the basement covered in blood. She says that everyone is dead and then proceeds to come after me. She starts choking me until one of the lesbians breaks a lamp over her head and knocks her out. We all share a sigh of relief and a laugh and that's where the dream ends.

Freudian Analysis: I'm obviously terrified of lesbians.
I had a dream that was in the showers in school and this kid I haven't seen since high school held up some jeans and someone asked him whose jeans they were and he said "I think they're the negro's" and I asked "Do they only go up to the knees?" and everyone got really quiet and I turned around and there were two black guys standing there with their mouths open in shock.
:lol:
I had the definition of a weird dream last night, but it's almost too weird to post here. I might run it by some of you on MSN.
Ooo. Mystery.

Could you PM it to me?
 
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2. You know that Marvel 1985 thing Millar has coming out? I dreamed that Doom and Loki were trying to persuade the kid from that to come with them while desperately trying not to look like pedophiles. (My understanding of the comic is that the heroes and villains are fighting over the kid for ultimate power for some reason.)

Freudian analysis: You're a pedophile.

Someone call Cris Hansen! I'll hold him down as long as I can!
 
I just had a down right bizarre dream that nonetheless scared the crap out of me.

I had lead a group of people out of a labryrinth that looked suspiciously like my house. Some of these were people I knew in real life, some I didn't that my brain supposedly made up. If a person became lost, they were transformed into a creature of the labyrinth that would try to kill us. Oh yeah, these creatures were weird Pokemon human hybrids...yes, I know.

I lost everyone.

I was then put in this court that looked suspiciously like my kitchen, where the creatures of the labyrinth who were all people I tried to protect decided whether to let me live or not. I get out only because it's my birthday (it really isn't).

I then have a false awakening deal where I learn every person I lost to the labyrinth has mysteriously dissapeared off the face of the Earth.

I'm scared now.
 
I have recurring dreams where everyone in the world disapears except for a few people. I think it used to be a sexual dream back when I was around 13, but then it's slowly become more of a survival fantasy, where I try to prove that I can be the hero. I think Battlestar Galactica has only fueled my concept of wanting to save the world, but now I'm also usually the one who has killed off everyone else to create the scenario of saving the world, which then leads to the question of whether or not I am a Hero or a Villain.

I keep getting stuck in logic loops though, recently, where all of a sudden i realize if no one is there, Nuclear reactors are going to melt down and the world would start falling apart.
 
I had this very vivid dream during my 12 hours of sleep the other night where I'd been in this big, much-talked-about-fight during high school, in 10th grade, which was three years ago. There were these two guys who were always total ****s to me since 7th grade. One of them is from real life. The other was made up in the dream but based on some real person I barely know. In the dream they were tight comrades and on this day several years ago they'd been REALLY pissing me off and the dream one came right up to my face and we started trading insults really viciously. I really felt like punching him in the face but didn't know if I'd be able to win an ensuing fight(even though the fight happened three years ago in the dream, it was like I was reliving the whole thing in the past and didn't know it would come out). This was all going on in the living room/dining room part of my house, but like half my high school was there. The two of us went into the living room and the guy continued to talk **** to me, and then took this wide-legged stance like he was faking riding a horse or something, and I kicked him in the balls(felt really bad about that, would NEVER do that in this kind of fight for real), hesitated as he went down, and then beat the **** out of him. This was a big event and the high school was talking about it for years. Now it was modern day again and I wanted to watch the fight because I knew it was one of five famous videos from my school someone I knew had posted on YouTube, but apparently they had deleted it and wouldn't be able to get it back for a while.

There was a lot of random walking/biking/driving around my general residential area with various friends of mine including my ex-girlfriend and her friend. It was late at night and things looked far more Halloweeny than usual.

Later I was at my grandparent's house. In real life, this was the second home to everybody in my extended family. They'd lived there for 23 years and it's a huge, wonderful house and they sold it for weak reasons last summer and moved away and I'll never, ever get over it. Anyway, in the dream, it was supposedly the last day we were hanging out there. We were in the basement and before we left I told my cousin I wanted to go into this one room that I had barely ever gone into before(not there in real life). My cousin said fine and we checked things out in there. It connected to two more rooms, and they connected another one and from there it went on, these huge, bright, beautiful mahogany master bedrooms with sunlight pouring in through a yellow stained-glass solarium-type ceiling. I couldn't believe we and the rest of the family hadn't spent more time here when we still could. My dad and uncle were calling that it was time to leave, but we wanted to keep going for a bit. We came to an outside part, and it was this huge, gorgeous sprawling green property with giant trees and a hedge maze and there were people just strolling through the whole place like it was a park. It was so beautiful and I was so frustrated we had to leave. I woke up after this and I couldn't remember if I'd ever dreamed about that rarely-gone-into part of the basement before. I think I had, but I'm not sure if I remembered it and thought about it before dreaming about it again this time. I'm still not sure.

Also, at one point during the dream where I was still at my grandparents house and the whole family was there, I met E's two sons, but they were also two of my elementary-school-age-real-life cousins. In the dream, one of them was named Hulk Millsap.
 
I had a dream last night that involved Spider Jerusalem and a plot to destroy the world. The only scene I can remember is where me, Spider, and that Turpin guy from Final Crisis are examining a virtual map and realize that by clicking on a certain part, you reveal three hidden nuclear missile silos that can only be activating by inserting into them cassette tapes of certain albums.

That actually reminds me of a dream I had a month or two ago: I found a book that was apparently the key to the story behind Final Crisis. It was a book from the 1950s written for supervillains. It looked like a quaint old children's book with little cartoon drawings of the superheros but actually contained all of their weaknesses and would give any villain the power to kill all the superheroes.
Later I was at my grandparent's house. In real life, this was the second home to everybody in my extended family. They'd lived there for 23 years and it's a huge, wonderful house and they sold it for weak reasons last summer and moved away and I'll never, ever get over it. Anyway, in the dream, it was supposedly the last day we were hanging out there. We were in the basement and before we left I told my cousin I wanted to go into this one room that I had barely ever gone into before(not there in real life). My cousin said fine and we checked things out in there. It connected to two more rooms, and they connected another one and from there it went on, these huge, bright, beautiful mahogany master bedrooms with sunlight pouring in through a yellow stained-glass solarium-type ceiling. I couldn't believe we and the rest of the family hadn't spent more time here when we still could. My dad and uncle were calling that it was time to leave, but we wanted to keep going for a bit. We came to an outside part, and it was this huge, gorgeous sprawling green property with giant trees and a hedge maze and there were people just strolling through the whole place like it was a park. It was so beautiful and I was so frustrated we had to leave. I woke up after this and I couldn't remember if I'd ever dreamed about that rarely-gone-into part of the basement before. I think I had, but I'm not sure if I remembered it and thought about it before dreaming about it again this time. I'm still not sure.
I've had those a bunch of times.

Except they're generally set at my school. I take a wrong turn down a hallway on my way to class and find myself in an unused part of the school that I'd never been in before but seem to have been aware of, that always looks an awful lot like Hogwarts. Or my elementary school.

I had one where I found a weird, hollow room full of piping in the middle of the school and a second, empty cafeteria that looked like a big, teal green and silver 70's style lounge. In another, me and some of my friends found a huge ballroom filled with statues of angels, that appeared to be under renovation. In the last one, I got lost and was late for class, and ended up in the courtyard, where I met The Pope and we had an argument about religion.
 
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Since elementary school, I've had that sort of dream. It's the only recurring-type dream I ever have. In elementary it would be that I discovered the "secret fourth floor" to the school, which was a lot like the rest of the school except a bit more labyrinthine and it contained this big, 70s-style orange-carpeted cantelever staircases, like the one at the doctor's office I went to as a kid. VERY distinctive. An ever-present feature of the secret fourth floor was this arboretum section/room that was closed off by glass wall and doors, but somewhere inside was this gorilla that always seemed part human. I don't remember him doing anything threatening but it was always a bit scary.

The best was when I got to middle school. The dreams continued with the same features from before, but this time, the main add-on was the "Holiday Halls" - two vast, cathedral-type arched stone hallways randomly in the middle of the school. It was really just one U-shaped hallway.... you'd go down it, come to the end, turn to your right, and it would continue back and you'd come out of the second end right next to the first one. Why were they called the Holiday Halls? Because whatever Holiday was nearest in real life, that's how they would be decorated in the dream. And when I say decorated I mean all-out to the point where you were basically walking into a different world. The Halloween one was almost pitch black, like a House Of Horrors, with fake bugs and bats and skeletons and ghosts and the works. The halls were pretty long and you couldn't see the end because of all that was going on so it was usually quite the trek. The Christmastime Hall was glorious. I still remember it vividly, all this red and green and most of all gold, thousands of ornaments everywhere, all over the walls and gargantuan trees and ceilings, the thing was really decked out from the grandest to the smallest details. I remember one ornament the most.... a glass cat with a halo and angel wings. The other one I remember was the Valentine's Day version of the hall, and even that was breathtaking, with pink everywhere and all these red hearts and ribbons and glass bells and glitter. I wish I could go back there some time.
 
My recurring dream isn't that nice.

I wake up, and I'm forty. I roll over, and tell my wife I'm going to take the dog for a walk. The wife is never the same, always different, but never looking like a girl that I'm going out with at the time.

She tells me okay, and that she'll have a breakfast waiting for me when I get back, because it is my birthday.

I take the dog for a walk (unlike the wife, the same dog every time, a black and white Siberian Husky). We cross a street in front of a church, and I get hit by a car. The car is different as well, usually a car I've driven in the previous day.

Then I wake up.

Not fun at all.
 

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