Your weirdest/wildest dreams
March 19, 2011 at 4:57 am
(This post was last modified: March 19, 2011 at 5:02 am by Welsh cake.)
We've all had dreams, those few we can recall left us with a lasting impression, some were unpleasant, others just plain bizarre. I've had quite a few involving zombie outbreaks, but from what I've heard of other people's accounts many of us have experienced that same fear, that basic survival response usually perceived from being pursued by some un-killable or collective mass threat or other, but I suspect these are merely authentic dreams that reflect our sensory experiences, or in my case playing way too many survival horror games.
No, the purpose of this thread is to find out what is the most intense and vivid dreams that you've ever had to date (not under the influence of drugs or alcohol).
I just had one crazily surreal dream the other night but I can't interpret its meaning, if any:
I was standing in front of my bedroom window from the first floor of my home overlooking neighbouring houses and meadows, I sought natural beauty, but found none, the world looked darkened, bleak and the colours were faded, almost corroded away. I recall feeling depressed at the sight and at my own pathetic existential problem, my lot in life. The sky was horrible overcast as if a torrential downpour was about to occur at any moment. Suddenly powerful summer breezes came from all directions randomly, and red/white glow was in the sky about 5-15 miles away.
I thought it was the sun but what emerged from the clouds surprised and captivated me; it was some sort of cross between a peacock and a phoenix, its feathers were unnatural almost ornamental, what was distinctive about its face was its human-like eyes, large and intelligent. What was amazing about the creature's body was that it wasn't literally on fire, the clouds its great wing span almost seemed to ignite, but it was radiating a full multiple colour spectrum in varying intensities.
I revelled at my apparent opportunity to catch a glimpse of this marvellous animal in action. I gasped as it flew by across the horizon and above the meadows because then I regained my sense of perspective, and realised it was actually quite a massive creature, about the size of several blocks of flats.
Despite its tremendous size the bird was so agile in the sky, almost unreal, it glided and took off like an Avro Vulcan jet bomber, reaching speeds and manoeuvring in the atmosphere like no other animal was capable of. Finally my gaze wandered off it momentarily since it was hard to observe it moving that fast and gracefully, I saw myself in the window reflection, deformed and colourless and felt intense self- hatred, I was so unlike this brilliant phoenix.
I felt worse than before, I couldn't love others or find that feeling reciprocated from anyone else. To me this creature now felt like another extreme, it no longer gave me comfort in my isolation, merely giving contrast, another side to the same coin that was my dull and miserable world that I regarded with indifference and I no longer appreciated either of them.
The once gentle winds had picked up violently snapping me out of my "day-dream", my first case for alarm was an idol parked car rolling over the streets; lampposts, signs and trees being torn up and thrown around helplessly in the gusts. I looked up and realised the phoenix was causing this somehow, whether it was its bodies' bright hot radiance meeting the cold air, how exactly didn’t matter, the bird was dragging the very clouds behind with it.
The giant bird flew around and around, at an incredibly fast speed, debris was flying everywhere as within the vortex the animal formed a massive tornado, slowly but surely approaching my house from across the meadows. The creature’s form was hidden from vision by all the debris and dust. As it drew nearer the suburbs was completely obliterated. I panicked it was practically upon me and I knew there was no way I could survive this. There was no way I could outrun this or hide. I screamed downstairs warning anyone else who might be there of the imminent danger and to try and take cover, even though I knew it was hopeless; this house would never withstand the sheer force of this most severe of weather disruptions. The walls rocked and shuddered as the cyclone came closer still, much of the roof was ripped off. I very much expected to die, but I didn't ... the storm formation was dying down, losing strength somehow. All the debris fell out of the sky around the damaged house. The rapidly weakening eye of the storm passed over and dissipated altogether.
All around I heard a strange humming, the air crackled with heat and energy, I looked out of the frame where the bedroom window should be and into my line of sight came the phoenixes head, it was perched above on what remained of the roof, peering under straight at me gazing intently with wide and curious eyes. It wasn't huge now; somehow it had shrunk itself down to the size of a small cat yet the colours emitting from it were as intense as ever. Unlike how I dismayed earlier at my own apparent inferiority in comparison of its brilliance, it on the other hand was notably happy just to see me and didn't want to stop observing me. I wanted to leave but was deeply afraid of offending/angering it and risk another storm being created. It regarded the colourless me with an insatiable interest I could not match nor maintain and I contemplated this, how alien it was...
Then I woke up, gasping for air.
Dreams are fucking weird.
I looked into reading up Oneirology, the scientific study of dreams. I'm trying to understand more about the functions of our brains. What bothers me though is the definition of my particular dream, its a illusory dream, that arrives from accumulating efficacy errors in the brain. Am I simply overly imaginative? Or do I have a mental disorder?
No, the purpose of this thread is to find out what is the most intense and vivid dreams that you've ever had to date (not under the influence of drugs or alcohol).
I just had one crazily surreal dream the other night but I can't interpret its meaning, if any:
I was standing in front of my bedroom window from the first floor of my home overlooking neighbouring houses and meadows, I sought natural beauty, but found none, the world looked darkened, bleak and the colours were faded, almost corroded away. I recall feeling depressed at the sight and at my own pathetic existential problem, my lot in life. The sky was horrible overcast as if a torrential downpour was about to occur at any moment. Suddenly powerful summer breezes came from all directions randomly, and red/white glow was in the sky about 5-15 miles away.
I thought it was the sun but what emerged from the clouds surprised and captivated me; it was some sort of cross between a peacock and a phoenix, its feathers were unnatural almost ornamental, what was distinctive about its face was its human-like eyes, large and intelligent. What was amazing about the creature's body was that it wasn't literally on fire, the clouds its great wing span almost seemed to ignite, but it was radiating a full multiple colour spectrum in varying intensities.
I revelled at my apparent opportunity to catch a glimpse of this marvellous animal in action. I gasped as it flew by across the horizon and above the meadows because then I regained my sense of perspective, and realised it was actually quite a massive creature, about the size of several blocks of flats.
Despite its tremendous size the bird was so agile in the sky, almost unreal, it glided and took off like an Avro Vulcan jet bomber, reaching speeds and manoeuvring in the atmosphere like no other animal was capable of. Finally my gaze wandered off it momentarily since it was hard to observe it moving that fast and gracefully, I saw myself in the window reflection, deformed and colourless and felt intense self- hatred, I was so unlike this brilliant phoenix.
I felt worse than before, I couldn't love others or find that feeling reciprocated from anyone else. To me this creature now felt like another extreme, it no longer gave me comfort in my isolation, merely giving contrast, another side to the same coin that was my dull and miserable world that I regarded with indifference and I no longer appreciated either of them.
The once gentle winds had picked up violently snapping me out of my "day-dream", my first case for alarm was an idol parked car rolling over the streets; lampposts, signs and trees being torn up and thrown around helplessly in the gusts. I looked up and realised the phoenix was causing this somehow, whether it was its bodies' bright hot radiance meeting the cold air, how exactly didn’t matter, the bird was dragging the very clouds behind with it.
The giant bird flew around and around, at an incredibly fast speed, debris was flying everywhere as within the vortex the animal formed a massive tornado, slowly but surely approaching my house from across the meadows. The creature’s form was hidden from vision by all the debris and dust. As it drew nearer the suburbs was completely obliterated. I panicked it was practically upon me and I knew there was no way I could survive this. There was no way I could outrun this or hide. I screamed downstairs warning anyone else who might be there of the imminent danger and to try and take cover, even though I knew it was hopeless; this house would never withstand the sheer force of this most severe of weather disruptions. The walls rocked and shuddered as the cyclone came closer still, much of the roof was ripped off. I very much expected to die, but I didn't ... the storm formation was dying down, losing strength somehow. All the debris fell out of the sky around the damaged house. The rapidly weakening eye of the storm passed over and dissipated altogether.
All around I heard a strange humming, the air crackled with heat and energy, I looked out of the frame where the bedroom window should be and into my line of sight came the phoenixes head, it was perched above on what remained of the roof, peering under straight at me gazing intently with wide and curious eyes. It wasn't huge now; somehow it had shrunk itself down to the size of a small cat yet the colours emitting from it were as intense as ever. Unlike how I dismayed earlier at my own apparent inferiority in comparison of its brilliance, it on the other hand was notably happy just to see me and didn't want to stop observing me. I wanted to leave but was deeply afraid of offending/angering it and risk another storm being created. It regarded the colourless me with an insatiable interest I could not match nor maintain and I contemplated this, how alien it was...
Then I woke up, gasping for air.
Dreams are fucking weird.
I looked into reading up Oneirology, the scientific study of dreams. I'm trying to understand more about the functions of our brains. What bothers me though is the definition of my particular dream, its a illusory dream, that arrives from accumulating efficacy errors in the brain. Am I simply overly imaginative? Or do I have a mental disorder?
