Since when did otters look like the bastard offspring of a rabbit and Skippy the bush kangaroo? My subconscious is a weird place. I wouldn't want to get lost there.
Do I even want to know what they look like?? :x Anyway, I've had weird dreams a-plenty. Once I dreamt that my dogs had pictures of Obama in the White House and they were apparently fans of his. Note that this was months before the election. He was still a potential canidate.
I've dreamed some pretty weird stuff myself Sometimes I write it down as soon as I wake up (I sleep next to my Macbook ) Then when I read my "dream writings," they're quite comical. Let's just say my best writing doesn't come seconds after waking up
I had this dream the other night were I was on a steep hill, shooting at people, no idea who. At the bottom of the hill, huge creatures, half crocodile, half rat were fighting with each other. I turned around, and there was a giant squid and shark right behind me. When I say giant, I mean BIG haha. I entered the mouth of the shark, and fell into darkness, which is were I woke up. Was so completely strange and random. Was nice tho, I cannot recall the last dream I had. Never remember them.
Do you think that dreams can elucidate something that you feel confused about in your conscious life? I've always thought that while that may be true for some people, it could not work that way for me. My dreams are always so out there that I can never reconnect them to an event in my life. Sometimes I can understand why I dreamed about something (for example, a few nights ago, I was a heroine much like Nancy Drew, the reason being that earlier that day, I saw a Nancy Drew advertisement; nothing more, nothing less), but it never really serves any real application. But last night I had a very interesting dream, and it cleared up a lot of the feelings of confusion and fear I've been struggling with lately. I see connections I never would have seen in real life, and having woken up from the dream, I really do have a new perspective on the situation. I'm not religious, but it feels akin to some sort of personal, private, spiritual revelation. I still need to give more time contemplating the issue in conscious thought, but wow. I feel like another part of my mind has been awakened, and it really makes me admire and has reasserted the respect I have for the beauty and neurobiology of the human psyche. From a dream standpoint, it was unlike my typical dreams in the sense that while it somewhat of a storyline, there was no ending (as is usual for me); instead I think the purpose of the dream was to serve as a comparison between two people --and also to contrast them. And near the end of it, the dream felt vaguely lucid. I don't think the dream-me was aware that the dream was unreal, but somewhere in my thought processes I understood, already, the implications and purpose of the dream, and that I needed to apply the same reasoning and understanding to my conscious life. The dream itself is quite personal, and I have no desire to share, but I just thought maybe this alone might spark conversation. Please, discuss.
I've had some wierd dreams recently, involving some vivid numbers as well. The first was at a petrol station in the US. I think it was in the US as I was driving on the right hand side of the road. I filled up with $11 worth of petrol and I had to wait over an hour in this ridicuously long queue to be served. When I got served the place had turned into a nightclub and initially the barmaid would not take my order, after a bit of an argument she agreed to allow me to pay for the petrol. I told her to check a book called "Dye 15, page 6 and strips 24-25" and she would see my order. Another wierd dream involving numbers had me sitting at my computer desk as I was booting up my PC. I noticed a wierd occurance as it showed me that my screen resolution was "1522 x 268". It was odd because my screen resolution is normally "1680 x 1050".
Poor you. Having trouble at the petrol station. XD Well, I'd probably have that trouble as well. lol Well, if there's any assurance, it's nothing like that here. You get to the gas station in front of a pump, take pumping device and insert it into the gas tank of car, fill 'er up, pay with US dollars, get reciept and drive off! And there's no barmaid in our gasstations. Sure there are lines, but not too bad. The most I've seen here were just two people in front of me. And nightclub? Wow, I want to have your dream now, mate. XD NOTE: I'm not assuming you don't know how to fill a car. Just messin' with you.
I had a very strange dream... well maybe two they sorta blended together. I was out in the country with friends and family. There was this tornado, a big one actually, and we made shelter under what looked like a big blue tarp that was held up by wooden posts or something. Then we learned there were going to be more tornados so we were apparently evacuated. next thing I know we are near this mountain. Inside was this cart thing going up and through this mountain. We get in and this cart is like really really fast and I remember my ears popping or something. I dunno why but it felt like I had water in them. The cart stopped and I got out and I said 'Screw this I am walking it' Which didn't look really fun because I had no idea how far up we had gone. Next thing I know I am at the top of it and in what looks similar to a school building or maybe it wasn't I dunno. I do remember there were two doors to some cafeteria or gym and a looooong staircase down to the basement. We were sorta waiting for our next orders. Next thing I know I am in this boat surrounded by friends and family and people I knew with a bunch of men in black combat armor with guns. It reminded me similar to videos of soldiers storming beaches in war movies. I hadn't a clue where we are but somehow I got out of the boat as we got close to an Island. Thats when I got this sudden case of 'Wait... we can't be here!' because I recognized the island. When we landed ashore I pulled out/was given a picture of this beach from a birds eye point of view. There were names, lots of them, written in the sand. Not sure why, I suppose it was sorta like a last message telling who is/was on the island that was stranded. I recognized the names and I even managed to picture what they looked like because I had been there before. Though the mental image of the person belonging to the name didn't match up to the main cast of Lost. But it then oh well. Then again I don't actually remember what the names actually said. So who knows. Apparently I had been one of those survivors of Oceanic 815 and somehow got off the island and that for some strange reason I got caught up into returning. Shortly before I woke up I was crying in the dream while I looked at this photo while remembering all the fun, the hell, I went through with those people. I think it was two different dreams, hell it might have been three because I only had a loose idea as to why I was at the speed cart thing and why I was returning to the Island. It was a really weird dream.
So I've been having a recurring dream. Well, it's not exactly the same each time, the ending is different. Anyway, it seems to me that I'm in my old house all by myself. It's night, but not too dark as it's in the city and the street lights keep things a dull grey at the very darkest. The whole place is eerily silent. So silent to the point where I'd almost want to call it a "noisy silence." So silent that the utter emptiness actually holds my attention, leaving me with this slowly but steadily growing sense of dread. I'm laying in bed, tossing and turning, trying in vain to sleep, but the unnatural silence is as distracting as an alarm clock going off in my head. As the dread increases, I begin to wonder if my front door is locked. The cold empty rooms of my house seem hostile to me though, so I don't really want to get up to traverse them and check. Where once was warm and welcoming, is now cold, distant, and unfamiliar. Eventually, I can't stand the thought of something or someone getting into my house, so I decide to bear the uncomfortable feeling the place gives me and check the door. ending one: Spoiler As I enter the living area where the front door is, I notice that it's actually wide open to the still night. There is not even a breath of noise or hint of movement from outside. For some reason, I am suddenly overwhelmed with panic at the sight of my door hanging ominously open, so I run to shut it. Just as I swing the door shut and it latches, something or someone slams into it from outside and begins pounding loudly at it. The force of it knocks me off my feet and the pounding is so loud after the constant silence that it threatens to shatter my eardrums. I wake in a panicked sweat. ending two: Spoiler As I enter the living area where the front door is, I notice that it's actually wide open, but my glass screen door is still shut. For some reason, I am suddenly overwhelmed with panic at the sight of my door hanging ominously open, so I run to shut it. Just before I reach the door a freakishly tall, black, and vaguely humanoid thing looms up into the doorway from outside. It's silhouetted against the street lights, so I can't see any details, but it barks something gutteral sounding in an unknown tongue at me as I recoil in fear. I wake in a panicked sweat.
1. Just reading about that dream kind of makes me want to sh*t my pants in fear. 2. I have very, very similar recurring dreams...eerie. Just before I woke up on my birthday (actually, this is what woke me up on my birthday...) I had a dream that I got shot in the face. There's more to it than that, but the only really important part is the getting shot in the face. Since then, I've had like four or five similar dreams, all ending either with me getting shot in the face or me coming dangerously close to that happening and then managing to escape the situation at the last second. It's kind of weirding me out...I'd like to go back to my nightly dreams about zombie attacks, please. Seriously, is it normal to have extreme nightmares every night?
No. I don't think so. . . I used to have dreams when I was little where wolves would chase me down and start malling me. These happened every other night at least.
I never have nightmares and I'm very happy about that... I feel really sorry for those that do have bad dreams so much. I did have a time I used to dream about tornadoes a lot... still happens every once in a while (I think cause of a storm that happened when I was a kid) but they're not actually scary.
I had a weird dream last night about Mass Effect 2. I was in the Normandy with Joker and Commander Sheperd when suddenly one of the crew snaps. Drawing a pistol, he aims for the commander, but Joker pushes her aside and gets shot in the ribs. As she and I tend to the wounded man, the others fight to restrain the psycho crewman. Knowing that Joker has brittle bone disease, I wonder if the bullet did more damage than I would normally suspect. I look up to see Sheperd's eyes filled with tears as she's begging him to not die. Later, I see Joker in the medical bay. He's lying shirtless on a table with a breather mask on his face. The doctors are slipping on white gloves for the surgery while the commander stands in the corner. I look at her and she looks at me. "I love Joker," she says with firm anger in her voice, "I want to get to the bottom of this and you're coming with me." I woke up thinking this would make an awesome scene in my sci-fi novel.
I had a really weird one today. We were wandering around (idk with who) and we come across a house, a pretty big one, with multiple floors, more like an apartment. We knock and nobody answers, so we keep walking and the next morning we go back and they let us in and they're all dressed in blue. Then there were some other guys dressed in red, who were obviously their deadly enemies. The reds were far superior and more and more blues were converting to them. So we ended up joining the Blues and I decided our only chance was to learn how to fight and we searched the whole building for any books about martial arts or something that would help us. Then I start finding out my own family and friends went to red, and I start wanting to do it too. I guess the theme of this is betrayal. Also, there were these things in this "world" where you slip in, don't think of anything, try to clear your mind, and it would take you back to real life (I think that's how I woke up.) That reminded me of Narnia kind of. I did forget some other stuff, it was really good, I remember waking up and saying "This could be epic."
i had a dream i was with Joanne and a UFO crashed some distance away. I dragged her along, but she got scared and went home. So i went walking for what felt like a hundred miles (It was supposed to be close). In the end i kept going to every hairdressers/fashion store i passed, and getting a magazine. Never did find that Alien aircraft. Blasted mind manipulation. They'll never be found i tell you. In the end it was going to rain, and some chick gave me a lift home. God bless.
Last night I had a dream I was even more antisocial and reclusive than I normally am and my house had a second story, which I never left. There were these neighbor kids who'd play in the apartment complex next door, and I'd spy on them out my window. In my dream one of the kids was going to do a dangerous stunt to show off for his friends; he couldn't find his helmet but he decided to do it anyway, and I watched with rapt attention. Just then my niece walks in and starts asking me all these questions, and I was all, "Shut up, shut up, shut up! This is gonna be good! This kid's about to get REALLY hurt!" Then my alarm clock went off, and for a moment I was genuinely pissed off that I didn't get to see the kid fall and crack his skull.
These are all really good stories guys... Dreaming as a source of inspiration? I often dream that I can't move but realize what's going on, like I can see and smell and everything, but I'm laying down and I try getting up but my whole body is numb. Those are the worst nightmares.
I had a very disturbing dream... Amos, the protagonist of my Colonial Detective series, was being molested by a drunken patron who kept grabbing his arse and feeling over his chest and stomach. Amos told the man to GTFO of him, but it was no use. The man told Amos how much he loved him, etc, even reaching down to pull Amos' shirt off. I woke up instantly, feeling sick. Rest assured, this will not happen in the series. If any of my characters so much as lay a finger on Amos to molest him, I'll make them WISH they were in the Twilight series instead.
Basically I dreamt that I caught a murderer which I got a medal for, and then for some reason I shouted 'I knew he wasn't a policeman!', with other weird stuff. Perhaps I'll write a story about it...
That sounds a bit like Sleep Paralysis. I have that sometimes, where I wake up with the dregs of a dream clinging to my brain, and for a while I can't move anything. I think it's something to do with your brain waking up before your body does?
