Your latest weird, scary, nice, amazing, mundane etc. dream

I'm interested in those recurring dreams that are inviting to the mind, dreams that regardless of what emotions they arouse (horror, bliss, etc.) are realized from the outset and initially give a feeling of nostalgia, as if you were coming home to something wonderful and familiar. Dreams that you have had many times over and after having had them intentionally, try to have them again for a while and when they don't come foregoing your attempts, only to have the same dream at a later date and when you least expect it. These dreams are most often met with a strange, detatched fascination that overlays any other feelings that may be evoked. I'm trying to write up a narrative of such a dream, but transposing the actual 'spirit' of the dream to script in form conveyable to other minds is difficult; so, in the meantime, anyone have dreams that match the above description they'd like to share?

Boneman's green hill-flying dream so far comes the closest in this thread to the category of dream I describe. I actually like the way you conveyed that dream, Boneman. Straightforward and believable, allowing the human imagination to fill in everything but the essentials. Might have to change my narrative up a bit.

As an afterthought, how about what I refer to as 'growing' or 'probability' dreams: dreams where at one point you commit to a certain course of action and, in having the dream again (and probably having 'grown' a bit or being a different person than the previous time you had the dream) you commit to a different action and so either elicit a different outcome than the previous dream or the dream unconditionally ends, your universe becoming drowsy blackness. Got any o' those to share?
 
Tonight I dreamed about the world being taken over by mermaids. I mean horrible, aggressive mermaids with lamprey mouths. And I was into a small submarine, looking around what seemed to be a war zone, avoiding contact mines scattered everywhere. Quite scary.
 
Boneman said:
ps: have you ever tried to influence your dreams? Try going to sleep thinking of whatever it is you'd like to dream of, over and over until you fall asleep, instruct your unconscious and occasionally it actually works. Of course, you only get the situation, you can't control the dream... Michelle Pfeiffer turns me down every time - ooh, ooh, Just remembered, I watched Ladyhawke last night - Michelle and flying all in one situation - so how come the dream was the night before that?
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Given proper conditioning dreams can be manipulated to a startling degree. It's a difficult matter in whether or not dreams can be wholly controlled or even invented/prefabricated, however.
 
The dream is always the same. I'm in this massive, cyclopean cavern with high vaulted ceilings. I'm absolutely naked, but somehow unselfconscious about it in spite of the fact that I'm surrounded by this thronging, milling, moiling mass of innocuously dressed, faceless people. The odd thing I notice is that they're all moving, lemming-like and reflexively toward the darkest end of the cavern. I intuitively feel an overwhelming sense of dread about what I may find at that end of the cavern and so I begin moving in the opposite direction as everyone else. At first the weave of the crowd is loose enough for me to to effect this without bumping into anyone, but then, almost as if through telepathy, the mass increasingly tightens its ranks, deciding that I must share their fate. The more I struggle to run against the current, the tighter packed become their ranks. At this point I'm becoming increasingly panicked as the distance between me and the precipice at the end of the tunnel closes. I'm furiously beating, kicking and clambering over their strangely impassive bodies with no seeming effect . . . . and just as I'm about to spill over the brink the dream ends. I've had this one weekly for the past 30 years.

And then there's the old childhood favourite where the floor sinks down at a weird, precipitate angle and a horrible shadow consumes me as I impotently scream for help from my parents who are too absorbed in their television show to care.

And then there's one of more recent vintage which is even more problematical. I'm a U.S. marine fighting at Guadalcanal and I'm bayonetted in the throat by an Japanese Imperial soldier. Where the f*ck that comes from is anyone's guess because I have no military background and I haven't read about the Pacific Theatre of World War II in over 20 years and I've had nothing but the highest regard for the Japanese men and women that I've met over the years.

I guess I'm just your typical messed up artist type.

And if any of you guys sell a story or novel using my dreams I want royalties!
 
I can remember few actual dreams, but I must have them since I talk in them. On one occasion I apparently woke myself up by shouting "We must build a moon-ship!". Another time, I fell asleep in a car and as it went over a speed-bump I exclaimed "Shabash!" which I gather was the Raj word for "Hurrah!" (so probably Hindi, Urdu, Gurkali or something like that). I feel disappointed that I don't know what I was dreaming of.
 
Today I woke up after a dream where, as one of the main characters, I realized my co-time-traveller (George Clooney) was already dead. I looked him in the eye and told him: "It's you", whereupon he returned my gaze with an affirmative stare.
I realized we had been going on a chase for the moment and place in time where the antagonist - previously known as a friend - had performed a certain fateful action. I realized that I too would soon be a lost soul in time-space.

Meanwhile, as part of me acted the protagonist in this story, another part of me looked on as a spectator, thinking: Man, George Clooney is a really good actor - and this story twist is even better than the one in Sixth Sense.

All of this time, my subconsciousness was screaming at me to write down this story in a notebook. My third self (not the character, not the onlooker, but the observer of the entire dream) was being shown a chicken leg and the words "the story is a reverse leg!" It was meant to signify that the story begins with a broad crescendo of action and many characters, before it distills to a slim personal conflict between three characters. (Presumably the only ones left alive.)

I woke up in a daze and ended up drawing a bunch of chicken legs and the words "reverse leg," as well as a few notes. Of course, the Shyamalist twist was lost to me - most probably because the dream didn't have a clever twist in the first place; I was being just convinced there was one.

The really weird thing: I came away liking the idea of a reverse chicken leg as a story structure.
 
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Tobytwo, just count yourself lucky that your utterances are suitable for polite company. Ahh, the curse of somniloquy.
 
I don't remember my Dreams that much any more. But I had this one last Thursday. First I must explain that I am not someone who is scared easily, I'm in no way jumpy, and have more nerve than most people I know. Which is why I find it weird how this one shook me up for several minutes after waking.


I'm in my kitchen preparing dinner for my children, who are playing happily in the living room. Carla, my other half, is with me. Everything is completely normal.

Suddenly my two year old lad screams and starts crying (now this isn't a hurt cry. If you're a parent you'll know the sound of that cry a child makes when something has petrified them).

I lean over the safety gate which separates the Kitchen, and call to Kaylem asking him what's wrong. The little lad comes running into me, tears streaming down his face, looking heartbreakingly terrified.
'Man Daddy, Man', he's saying, pointing to the window in the front room.

So I step through the gate. Kaylem takes my hand and leads me into the living room, all the while repeating 'Man Daddy, man' and pointing. He stops halfway in, staring at the window. Amelia my Daughter is sat on the sofa with her legs tucked up tight to her body looking equally scared.

I start to feel aggressive now, and stride towards the window. For some reason the curtains are drawn. I rip them open to see a figure right up against the glass, but the window is all misted up so I can't see any features. But it was all wrong. felt malevolent
I growl a warning at it and shout, pushing my head up against the glass where it's own head is. It moves, and I wake up.


Messed up or what? I actually shouted the F word at it and woke the Mrs up.
 
I'm generally a zombie dreamer (seriously zombies pop up in my dreams far too much) but a couple of weeks ago or so I dreamt for the first time (that I can remember, of course) about werewolves. Am I moving onto a new dream monster? Hopefully not, I'm actually kind of attached to my zombies, even though they tinge my dreams with that fear feeling and try to eat me.

Actually, the werewolf in my dream was more of a weredog -- it alternated between a kind of spaniel looking dog and a very hairy, clawed guy.

It started in a very dark clump of trees, at night, next to a tall metal fence. Over this fence and down a sharp slope was some railway tracks. I and some unseen friends were running through the trees when I felt the dog brush past me and try to bite my hand. I heard a train coming. I picked up the squirming dog, waited, and then threw it over the fence. Only I didn't throw it far enough, and the train had slowed down considerably, so my plan of squashing it under the train had failed.

I directed my friends towards a nearby church. Churches always provide sanctuary against any supernatural creature, of course. That's when the zombies popped up, barring our way to the church. Only I explained to them that I was technically half dead (I don't know how, but I remember my dream brain connecting it somehow to how the Doctor in Star Trek Voyager is a hologram....yeah). So they didn't want to eat me. And they backed off.

Only as we neared the church, two of them changed their minds and came at me. I pulled out a thin sword and held them at bay while I backed through the church doors. I ended up slicing one of them on the cheek, and as I moved through the doors, the cut switched from the zombie and onto my face.

While moving inside, I got the fear. I wondered, being an atheist, if the protection would work for me. It did: we were all led inside by some kind of religious thing, mine being a big floating tablet with the commandments written on. When I got inside an engraved angel leapt off the walls and swept along the aisle. There was something off about her, though, she felt wrong and I didn't trust her.

A friend came over to me and handed me some tissue to stem the blood that was starting to pour down my face.

I started looking for a place to hide, in case the wolf guy did manage to get inside. As I walked around, more people flocked into the church and I was getting seriously narked. They'd make it obvious that we were all hiding inside here! They were being noisy and leaving clothes everywhere, and I was getting very mad. I yelled at them "Do you all know what he looks like, so you don't accidentally let him in?" "Yes, of course". "Do you know what he looks like when he's a dog?" ".....er....."

And at that moment a dog ran in between us all. My friend grabbed it, opened a nearby door and disappeared down some steps to throw it outside. I yelled at her to get back in right now -- I was certain she was going to be grabbed, absolutely certain. And she was leaving the door open. Get back in! She saunted back up the stairs and closed the door.

And that's when I woke up.

I have crazy dreams, and I always think they are real, which sucks when I die in them (I remember falling off a cliff in a car once and thinking to myself "This is it, I'm dead, I'm dead for sure, oh, this is it...").

I also feel pain in dreams. Been woken up by that a fair few times.
 
I have a few zombie dreams, usually end up hitting them with a spade. ^ :D

I had a dream where this horrible man was trying to kill me by pushing a spoon into my stomach. When I woke up I could still feel the spoon being pushed in. Was horrible!
 
I've, to date, used a spade, pick axe, snooker cue, pencil, gun, scissors, and my own thumbs (straight into the eyes) to tackle zombies.

I remember a HUGE guy with no face, literally no face, just a pale red circle on the front of his head, came at me (I was lying on some kind of table) and shouted "In your face and in your leg!" and proceeded to shove a piece of plastic into my leg. That hurt a lot. That woke me up.

Also, has anyone seen The Cell? With Jennifer Lopez and Vince Vaughn? Not usually a Lopez fan at all, but I like that film. Anyway, you know the scene with Vaughn and his intestines being pulled out. I dreamt that was happening to me. That hurt a hell of a lot, too.
 
Grim. Just spades for me, with the zombies. Don't know why.
 
I dreamed last night of the pizza place next-door to the pharmacy where I work. I walked in to order food but no one could write down my order because they were out of order-sheet tablets and had been reduced to writing orders out on their aprons. In the end I wound up giving them a stack of prescription pads to use for taking orders. I never did receive my food.
 
I'm in the parking lot, taking a bag of groceries out of the car. So far, so good. I walk to the door, unlock it, and there's someone inside. It's my doppelganger with an emotionless look on his face that never changes. We fight. I lose badly. And, as he's strangling the life out of me, I wake up.
 
The real question you should ask yourself is, "Why do so many of mine involve fighting?" :p

Most of my dreams involve ambiguous decision making; few involve any 'fighting'. To learn, however, some source of conflict or opposition is required to get past, at least for us not of the fifth element (watched that movie for the first time last night; superb).
 
I was referring more to the general involvement of fighting in the dreams mentioned on here, e.g. Dreamhunter's punk, Mouse and HoopyFrood with their zombies and Arthur Connelly and his doppelganger, than myself personally.

Those of mine that I recall involving conflict generally involve attack from an unknown e.g. artillery than direct combat. I wonder if a lot of it is to do with overcoming whatever frustration has vexed you in the day so that you can cope better tomorrow?
 
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