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Post by TheDenizen on Jul 28, 2018 13:09:59 GMT
I usually have relatively short, recurring dreams. Like, there are 4 or 5 dreams I have regularly, and almost every dream I can remember is a very slight variation on one of them. Most of them involve zombies (don't ask). But man oh man, I just had the mother of all weird-ass dreams. Dawnbreaker lived in my hometown in Southern Ontario and we were good friends (which is weird because I don't think Dawn actually likes me :P). I don't know what Dawn looks like IRL, but in my dream there was this guy, and he was just Dawn....dream logic. Anyways we were hanging out at Dawn's place feverishly working on this project, building a website that combined Fire Pro and CFL football (I hate gridiron football IRL). Dawn was the code guy and I was doing design stuff. In the dream we were both chain smokers. For some reason we had some video footage of me on the field during a pro football game. I clearly was not supposed to be on the field, I wasn't in a uniform or anything, but a game was going on. A guy ran up to tackle me, and I ducked and gave him a simple back drop. For some reason Dawn and I thought that this short clip was priceless and worthy of basing our whole site around. Anyways, somehow we ended up at a Mormon church right as a service was about to start. Neither of us wanted to be there, but we both knew needed to make a good impression on these people for some reason (again...dream logic). There was this really pretty blonde girl that I was chatting up (I don't really care for blondes IRL), and she was a big CFL fan so I was explaining to her all about our site that we were making. She seemed pretty into it and things were progressing nicely, when the church service started. Suddenly, Dawn and I both subconsciously decided that there was no point in being there, so I calmly walked up to the front of the church as the Bishop was speaking to the assembled congregation, and very lightly but deliberately slapped him across the face....not to try and hurt him, but just to make it clear that we were not buying into their bullshit. This caused everyone to violently rise up against us, so me and Dawn (with the blonde in tow) made a mad dash out the back door and raced out to the parking lot...where we discovered that a guy had parked his SUV so close to me on the driver's side that I couldn't open the door to get in. I started to panic as there were like a hundred angry Mormons hot on our tail, but Dawn, cool as a cucumber, simply lifted the back of my car (a Toyota Corolla) by the bumper and dragged it backwards several feet. Me and the blonde jumped in, and as I was getting it started, Dawn went over to the SUV and let the air out of all its tires. Dawn jumped in the car as well and we peeled out of there in a hurry. A fire truck was partially blocking the exit so I drove up over some grass to make our escape, but once we were on the road there were fire trucks all over the place, blocking off streets. I was turning this way and that, trying to figure out how we were going to get out of there and back to my place. A bunch of street entrances were also taped off with police tape, as it seemed there was some sort of marathon being run in the streets of my city, packs of people with numbers pinned to their shirts jogging everywhere. With so many avenues blocked, we ditched my car on the side of a street somewhere and began to walk. Somehow we ended up at the home of my uncle's ex-wife (who lives in Michigan, and who I haven't seen in like 25 years IRL). She let us into her place to hide from the Mormons and lay low until the marathon was over and I could retrieve my car. However, she wasn't happy to see me, got mad at me and Dawn for smoking in her house, and acted like a total bitch to both of us, sternly admonishing the blonde against hanging out with us. The dream ended with Dawn continuing to work on website code on his laptop (which he'd been lugging around the whole time), and me trying to convince the blonde that the two of us weren't total scumbags. WTF, brain? What the hell was that all about?
Feel free to post your own random nonsense dreams...
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Post by Dawnbr3ak3r on Jul 28, 2018 17:32:36 GMT
Well, uh, that was something, lol.
I'm reminded of this, somehow:
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Post by Princess Pepperoni on Jul 28, 2018 17:41:57 GMT
I've never seen someone put over Dawn so hard, wow.
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Post by Zealot on Jul 28, 2018 18:01:21 GMT
I wouldn't call this weird per se. More of a nightmare.
I occasionally get a dream where I'm still in college after a semester where I get my final grades and I see an F because there was a class I signed up for but never attended all semester.
Then, I usually wake up and stare at my college degree on the wall.
I fucking hate that dream.
As for your dream, Deni?
I....really don't know what to say other than Zealot did not encourage any of those Mormons to cause the two of you physical harm.
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Post by TheDenizen on Jul 28, 2018 18:17:52 GMT
Zealot I've had a similar dream where I turned up for University exams and realized I had to write one for a class I didn't even know I was signed up for and thus hadn't attended once. PANIC MODE engaged.
And Hana, the bit of my dream where Dawn just casually moved my car was hilarious. I remember thinking "come on, man, we gotta get out of here before the Mormons get us", but Dawn was like "fuck that, I'm flattening all 4 of these tires before we go anywhere."
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Post by Nth on Jul 28, 2018 18:37:32 GMT
Since I was a kid I frequently dream of what I consider a mirrored reality. Think of Silent Hill flipping between the regular world and the nightmare world. Although my mirrored reality isn't usually nightmarish at all save for a few events. I frequently visit mirrored locations of places I am or have been familiar with. It's very similar to reality with geography slightly altered in places and buildings being different. Cars also look slightly different.
I frequently encounter recurring people and we have slightly bizarre conversations or 'jobs to do', but the most recurring figure I have encountered in these dreams is a guy who identifies himself as Krick. The emotional sense he gives off is like a guy you knew in high-school who you weren't really friends with, but if you happened to be in the same place at the same time you would hang out.
For years he has been popping in and out of my mirrored reality dreams. I don't always dream of the mirrored reality, but when I do I am consciously aware I am in it. Whenever Krick pops in, it's kinda like whenever Jerry would encounter Newman in Seinfeld and he would do that begrudging "Hello Newman". He's not really an invited guest, but if he shows up I just kind've put up with him.
In the mirrored dreams I've also noticed time alterations, usually what I would guess as future-tense as I've seen present day locations in the mirrored world that have become dilapidated, overgrown or broken down. Seasons also tend to be random, sometimes it's winter and sometimes it's summer or fall.
A lot of the time I am just wandering around or driving in familiar areas with no real purpose, but there are more suspenseful dreams where I am supposed to be somewhere or supposed to be doing something. I also get occasional random cameo's in the mirrored reality dreams including having an in depth conversation with William Shatner, giving Harrison Ford directions and walking the girl that played as Winnie on The Wonder Years to one of the gates near my house.
That's another weird thing in the mirrored reality. There are spots where these gates will appear off and on, usually in the same areas but seemingly at random times. I know of at least five of these gates located around my general area. I know one of them will only appear when it snows. When people ask me where the gates go, I always tell them Interzone which I stole from Naked Lunch. But the gates either act like warps as in one dream we drove into one that warped us to a location about an hour away. Other gates take you to the place I call Interzone, but I don't really think it has a name but I've seen some messed up stuff there.
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Post by TheDenizen on Jul 28, 2018 22:04:49 GMT
Weird....I dig the Naked Lunch reference though :D
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Post by lurkfinity on Aug 4, 2018 13:25:45 GMT
I too have an altered dream version of my reality. Typically I am driving around my state with condensed and close together locations. Interestingly enough the other day I apparently unlocked a new dream location.
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Post by TheDenizen on Aug 4, 2018 14:19:28 GMT
I had another doozy myself the other night.
One of my ex's (lets just call her R for the sake of simplicity) and I were living together in Australia, in some little town way out in the Outback. I was a biker with a massive, shaggy gray beard and spent most of my time riding my huge Harley around out in the flat desert-y area near our town. Anyways one day I was speeding across the sand when I saw a huge flash off to the right of my peripheral vision. I turned around to look just in time to get hit in the face with the blast of a nuclear explosion. The blast was far enough away that I wasn't instantly incinerated, but I was thrown off my motorcycle and was knocked out.
I came to back in our house, with R sitting there next to me. She had found me out the Outback and dragged me back to our place and taken care of my injuries. We were trying to figure out what had happened, but there was no power anywhere, and the media in Australia was completely out of commission. No radio or TV broadcasts, internet services were completely dark. A handful of other people were still living in our town but most had died. I came to the idiotic conclusion that I needed to go find out what was happening, but it somehow made more sense for R to stay behind and guard our house from getting looted.
So I rode my bike to the East Coast, stole a sailboat, and sailed it alone Northeast until I hit North America. The West coast of the USA was pretty much destroyed, so I continued North until I hit British Columbia in Canada, and started picking up radio signals. Going ashore in Vancouver, I discovered that North Korea had simultaneously obliterated 30 countries with a nuclear barrage but that Canada had somehow been spared. I decided to sail back to Australia to pick up R so we could both return to safety in Canada.
However, by the time I made it back to Australia, the entire country had been reduced to a full on Mad Max-style post Apocalypse scenario. I went back to my house, but it had been totally ransacked, and R was nowhere to be found. The dream ended with me riding my Harley all around Australia, killing mutants and raiders, but unable to locate R anywhere.
Then I woke up to find I had twisted and turned so much in my sleep that all my sheets had been wrenched off my bed and I was lying on a bare mattress lol.
I dunno what's up with my brain recently.
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Post by LankyLefty17 on Aug 4, 2018 14:57:13 GMT
Better plotline than the second mad max movie...
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Post by TigerStripePro on Aug 4, 2018 17:44:13 GMT
Recently dreamed a skinhead was trying to stab me while yelling about "knife code"
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Post by Phil Parent on Aug 4, 2018 23:00:26 GMT
Porn star Zelda Morrison (NSFW!!) accused me of being the father of her child.
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Post by TheDenizen on Aug 5, 2018 2:27:04 GMT
Porn star Zelda Morrison (NSFW!!) accused me of being the father of her child. That's not a weird dream, that's a straight up nightmare lol |
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Post by TheDenizen on Aug 6, 2018 13:31:13 GMT
Jesus, I am batting 1,000 in the fucked up dream department recently.
Last night I dreamed I was a weedy, geeky virgin in high school in the late 80's, but the dream was like a dopey 80's sitcom...cheesy synth music and a laugh track were present throughout. My class was going on a weekend field trip to the big city to visit a history museum and we were going to be staying over night in a hotel. We were being chaperoned by a couple of teachers and our dickhead principal, who was played by an old version of Michael J Fox (Parkinson's-free). The museum part of the dream was kinda lame and fairly uneventful except for the fact that me and my best friend (who was someone I don't actually know IRL) were goofing around with one of the carnivorous dinosaur displays...I stuck my hand in its mouth to discover that its teeth were actually razor sharp. I managed to cut off my left pinky cleanly and cut off my ring finger at the end knuckle, and what was left of my ring finger was pretty mangled. We managed to hide this from everyone else and went back to the hotel.
In the evening, all the students were hanging out in this huge, open activity room on the top floor of the hotel. I was playing scrabble with a group of 3 other kids, and winning by a landslide. Near the end of the game, it was discovered that I had somehow accidentally combined the tiles from two different scrabble games...half of the tiles were red and the other half were blue. How no one noticed this is beyond me, but I got accused of cheating and there was a big argument. Michael J Fox came over to intervene, and as punishment for my supposed cheating, I had my room assignment changed. Instead of sharing a room with my best friend, I was forced to stay with one of the teachers.
The teacher was a creepy old perv who insisted on sleeping in the same bed as me...naked. He kept trying to molest me, draping his arm over my chest and he kept inching towards me under the covers. The laugh track was going like crazy throughout this. Finally about midnight I decided I'd had enough of his shit and left the room. I found my buddy and we went back up to the activity room, where we found the parts for a wrestling/boxing ring and quickly assembled it. We cleared everything else out of the way and other kids started trickling in...before we knew it there were literally hundreds of kids packed in there in the middle of the night and we decided to hold an impromptu shootfight event. I distinctly remember telling my buddy "Time to become a man" before pushing my way through the throng of kids to get in the ring for the first fight. Cue more cheesy music.
My opponent was this French Canadian kid who I hated, and after sparring for a couple of minutes, I caught him with a perfect right hook on the cheek that knocked him cold. I rolled him out of the ring and another kid jumped in. This kid wanted to grapple, so we pushed each other around for a bit before I picked him up and gave him a huge scoop slam that knocked the wind out of him, and he quit. The crowd was going nuts, and I was 2 for 2 so I got out of the ring to let some other kids fight. Hanging out in the group, watching other fights, I was approached by one of the hot, popular girls in class. She was (of course) totally turned on by my fights so we bailed on the matches to go downstairs to her room. She discovered my horrific hand injury and for some twisted reason she also thought that was super hot. We started making out to more awful synth music and the screen went all fuzzy. The laugh track was replaced by a super smarmy "awwwww", with the clear implication that I was losing my cherry.
After that I went back up to the fights, and discovered that the semi shoot style of the early fights have been replaced by full on pro wrestling style matches. I was acting as a corner man for my best friend against some other guy (who had his own corner man). Things got heated and it ended up becoming a tag team match with total lucha insanity. It was a huge brawl with garbage weapons shots and a half dozen other kids doing run ins and stuff. Somewhere in the chaos I bit one kid's finger off. It ended in a time limit draw.
Later on, as it was getting close to morning, I was out in the hallways when I saw the French kid with a huge shiner under his eye. I was trying to get to him to ask him if he was ok, but there were so many people in the halls I couldn't reach him (the hotel halls were packed like a subway platform at rush hour for some reason). However, I could see the French kid talking to Michael J Fox, and I knew he was ratting us out. Fox was going towards the elevators to go up to the activity room. I raced up the stairs and found the fights/wrestling matches still happening, and warned everyone that the principal was on his way and everyone needed to clear out pronto. Kids scattered like roaches and the room was completely empty by the time Fox showed up. I can still see his sad face as he walked into the activity room, and saw it had been totally trashed, shaking his head in disgust.
The dream ended with me and my best friend back at the school, waiting out front for our parents to come pick us up, and reflecting on the weekend's triumphs. I still had the finger of the kid I had bit off during the lucha tag match, and me and my friend decided that if I just ate the finger, my own fingers would magically grow back. And it was so. Cue more laugh track and end credits. Yes, my dream actually had credits at the end.
I've been trying to figure out why my dreams have been so detailed and weird recently. The only thing I can come up with is that I stopped smoking weed a few weeks back after being a pretty regular smoker for close to 30 years. Maybe the weed was somehow blocking my dream potential, or I was always having super intense weird dreams and the weed was making it so I didn't remember them.
Either way...I think it might be time to start smoking weed again  |
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Post by Dawnbr3ak3r on Aug 6, 2018 18:25:13 GMT
This is what happens when you leave me stranded in the back of a Toyota Corola.
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