Weird Dreams

[SteelCurtain]

Most of the dreams that I remember are regret dreams. Like I wish I did something different, so I relive certain moments in a haunting way.

[LastPoet]

My dreams envolve me doing super stuff like flying. I love to fly.

[Mechaghostman2]

My dreams envolve me doing super stuff like flying. I love to fly.

I only fly when I'm having a lucid dream, and in those I flap my arms and just go anywhere. Been having those dreams since I was a kid.

[LastPoet]

My dreams envolve me doing super stuff like flying. I love to fly.

I only fly when I'm having a lucid dream, and in those I flap my arms and just go anywhere. Been having those dreams since I was a kid.

I have flown. Evidence:


In dreams i wind up thinking 'this is a dream'. 10/10 do it again.

[LastPoet]

Reality > dreams

[Seraphina]

I had a dream once where I was a red bouncy ball and was bouncing high above the tree tops.

I had a recurring dream for years - I used to dream that I was in an unfamiliar, huge, elaborate house with many rooms and it was always a different house each time. I haven't had that dream in a few years.

[Kernel Sohcahtoa]

So what are some weird ones you've had that just made you wake up and go, "What the fuck?"

When I was about seven, I had a dream where I was a soldier lying on a battlefield located in some desert, beach, island, etc.  It was night time and the sky was being illuminated by weapons fire.  In the background I could here garbled transmissions from the radio which was part of a jeep (or some kind of similar vehicle) that was near by. I could also hear the distant sound of soldiers' feet marching through the white sand along with the muffled cadences of their voices.  From that point on, the dream was just me staring up at the sky as if I had a birds-eye view of myself and what was transpiring around me.  As I continued to lay on the ground, my vision grew more distant, and as it slowly began to fade away, my dream ended.

[paulpablo]

I dreamt my daughter was talking to me last night, telling me about how weird it felt to be growing her teeth. Probably due to me watching videos of her looking cute and biting her hand with her new teeth. She can't talk yet though to tell me about it.

[Mechaghostman2]

Weird ass dream. So I was hanging out at some internet caffe for some reason, playing games, etc. But like, then when I was leaving, I was accompanied by this weird Noam Chomsky looking fellow. His voice was pleasant though, and as we were walking down some icy stairs he grabbed me by the shoulders, and started talking about capitalism and jesus of all things, lol. When we got outside he wanted to take me to this old warehouse looking building, with a green stained glass sideways cross for the door. As I tried parting ways to walk the other way, his grip around my arm tightened, saying "wait just a minute young man" in an old people angry voice. I tried to get away, but apparently some fat woman accompanied him trying to force me to go in there as well. I think I woke up at that point. Fucking weird and a little scary/creepy.

[Rev. Rye]

Here's one I had a few months ago:

I am standing at a storefront where I can see four mannequins made up to look like the Fantastic Four, except they all have penises hanging out, dangling well below their knees, yes, even Sue Storm (in fact, hers was probably the longest, uncut even). I come in to ask what the Hell this place even is and find only a large bank vault-style steel door and a man at a desk in an otherwise empty room. He explains that what's behind the door is only for the pure of heart, but, it turns out saying "Happiness is smoking hash from a human skull" is sufficient proof of being pure at heart, so he opens it. As it turns out, it leads down into a giant fallout shelter that turns out to be the biggest guitar store on Earth.

That's as far as I can remember it going. I've considered turning it into a story, but I'm not entirely sure how it would go, maybe have me being a colorblind blues guitarist and the store being one of those "Lotus Eater Machines" like the Matrix.

My Dad said that dreams are just our way of working through the problems of our waking life. This dream, however, stumps him.