What Did You Dream About Last Night?

[iGotFancyPants]

Something about Michal Scott and a car.
I don't really remember...

I wish Michael Scott was in my dreams!

Anyway, I had a pretty funkalicious dream last night. It involved my school's main hall, filled with ginos and the like as well as knights (yes, castle knights)! So, about half of my school's main hall was a castle (fro really?) with dancing knights and such. But wait! It gets funkier!

There was a rule that at 2:00pm, if you were still in the castle part of the main hall, you would be married to the person on your right. As the clock approached 2 o' clock, I was trampled by ginos and knights as well as some girls (teehee).

Well, wouldn't you know it; as the clock struck 2, me and my crush found ourselves standing on that castle edge. Meyes, we were to be married. And then, the castle area collapsed and I fell. That's when I woke up.

Certainly a strange dream... but I thought it was hilarious (doesn't get much funnier than ginos and knights chanting and performing evil rituals in the main hall).

I look forward to dreaming tonight!

[Ragfell]

I wish I could remember mine...

[Charlemagne]

I dreamt i killed hitler by instead of firing little boy at hiroshima, i fired it at his location in germany ending the war for good( i know that seems illogical but there were 2 bombs fired at Japan, little boy was the smaller bomb but Fat Man was dropped on Nagasaki, so one bomb wouldve stopped our war with japan and one would save the jews)

[Pantyer2]

I dreamt i killed hitler by instead of firing little boy at hiroshima, i fired it at his location in germany ending the war for good( i know that seems illogical but there were 2 bombs fired at Japan, little boy was the smaller bomb but Fat Man was dropped on Nagasaki, so one bomb wouldve stopped our war with japan and one would save the jews)

While killing Jews in the progress! Yes great jobs

[Doopz]

I once had a dream!

It all started on 8th August (My birthday) (oh it was a long time ago as well) i was standing in front of my birthday cake while everyone was singing happy birthday! But suddenly the ground started shaking (oh teh noes) and a giagantic snail (yes snail) came smashing through the wall and everyone started screaming!

Yes i do have some rather odd dreams.

[Dexiro]

I very rarely have nice dreams
As freakish and disturbing as my dreams can be i'm never really scared by them though. Well apart from a few encounters with SP and a night terror.

One i've probably mentioned 1 million times is the dreams of me desperatly trying to get back home, but still feeling lost when i get there or almost outcast. In the midst of confusion you walk into your house to find noones there and everything unfamiliar, as if my family had disappeared and left no trace. They stick in my mind the most.

The one that haunts me the most is when i'm walking down my street trying to get home, but every house is different and seems distorted in some way. So i try a house at random and gently push open it's flimsy wooden door and i'm blasted with a really loud repeating mechanical noise from inside, like some weird machine - and the noise was blocked entirely by the wooden door.
And a similar one where there's a strange melancholy in the atmosphere, i go into my house but my family seems kind of vacant and every last bit of furniture is stripped down leaving nothing but concrete walls and floor. Then a glimpse at some sort of barbaric riot that starts right outside my house with them kicking doors open and smashing windows, and i duck by the window in fear but my family seems creepily unphased.

They're not all bad though, the ones that are good always turn out to be amazing and make me sad to wake up.
I won't go into detail but there was one completly life changing dream where i was a wolf helping out some kid who was lost, I went to australia and got served smoothies before going on some crazy race, i explored london where the public transport system had been replaced with a weird maze of brass slides.

I've probably mentioned my lucid phase too where i just had to close my eyes for literally 20 seconds before being plummeted into a lucid dream. I woke up quickly each time but returning was as easy as closing my eyes again
I took advantage of my imagination during the dreams and decided to explore somewhere that my brain couldn't possibly no about to see what happened. I started entering other peoples houses on my street and found things like huge greek swimming pools and huge warehouses full of stuffed toys in an innocent looking closet i tried to learn how to fly and stuff too but that just made me wake up quicker.

[Project_MK]

I dreamed that I was in a giant school building with two of my friends. One of them got ****** off for some reason and went to yell at his aunt and uncle because apparently his parents died. I dragged him back, then the three of us went back into the building and explored an MC Escher-esque. staircase maze. Eventually, my other friend discovered a room with an elevator in it. We go into the elevator, but another elevator opens up, ad infinitum. After about sixteen seconds I wake up.

[FreeFlyzz]

I was in a dream where I was watching TV, a Sword on my back, a due rag on my face, and some dragonball Z looking pants with converse on and I had a beer in my hand. They had some breaking news. A nuclear warhead has been dispatched to the town I was in. The clouds were dark, the wind was hard, buildings in flames, and people running from all directions. I look up at the sky and I see the warhead, it was in slo-motion. I gaze at the warhead turn around and started walking away, sad music played as I did this. The warhead hit and it made a huge mushroom and behind me the ground shook, the large New York-like buildings fell and I was just there watching as if it hit everyone, but me. I pick up ashes from the ground and they blew away from my hand. The air was filled with green particles floating around as in a Fallout 3 kind of scenery, but the sky was dark green with flames. A ground zero flashback hit me even though it wasn't my memory while the ashes blew away. Burning, fighting, and riots. Political wars and the warhead. All so strange, no tear shed, just plain silence besides the dramatic wind blowing and things still collapsing. No feeling, but pure curiosity.

Why.

[TheJollyRajah]

I dreamt I was at the supermarket buying some ham and cheddar cheese from the deli. I usually don't dream about food. Maybe I was hungry?

[Smelling-Cowboy]

Somtimes you know that you are dreaming right?
well, you can do cool thins with that!
just think of something, and its there!
and its true, so try it 4 your self.
but good night to all and have fun!

[Dexiro]

Somtimes you know that you are dreaming right?
just think of something, and its there!

It aint that easy for everyone

Lucid dreaming for me is just like a fuzzy version of reality but with slight changes like lower gravity for example - like i said earlier i had to trick my mind into coming up with something that wasn't real

[FreeFlyzz]

٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ Agreed, I have such a hard time knowing when I fall asleep.

[Smelling-Cowboy]

Lucid dreaming for me is just like a fuzzy version of reality but with slight changes like lower gravity for example - like i said earlier i had to trick my mind into coming up with something that wasn't real

Lucid dreaming...yeh thats the name of it.
first time i had it i was like 9 years old, it was a "nightmare" with zombies in a shopping-mall, i realised that i was dreaming because i had the same dream the night before.
i hided my self in a corner of a shop and i realised i came trough the wall, than i started to wish more and more things.
that was the best dream ever had.

[theswweet•]

i ONLY lucid dream...and i only do it every now and then...

[Teebonesy]

Two nights ago I had this dream:

Somehow I had come into possession of an old cursed vinyl record. There was some legendary story behind it - probably inspired by "Gloomy Sunday" (an old Hungarian song that was said to have caused people who heard it to become suicidal). But a bit more intense. This record had some vague, dark history - the musicians who created it no longer around to set the story straight, victims of a mysterious death/disappearance, and the record itself was said to be lost or destroyed. Think of a musical record version of the Necronomicon.

Somehow I come into possession of this thing. Much of what happens next I don't remember, perhaps they were only a part of the dream as knowledge or backstory. But vaguely, I felt the record was somehow responsible for the death of my entire family and several of my friends. I had to find out the truth. I hunted down these experts, driving across the continent to seek them out in some big eastern US city, unnamed, but a hybrid perhaps of New York, DC, Boston, you name it. I found them in a large, old, run down house, thin and tall, and crammed between other buildings in an old district of a dark street. Their house was a complete mess - listening equipment, cables, speakers, spread and stacked all over the place. I had in my backpack the object of my anxiety, and the object of their desire. They welcomed me in, apologized for the mess, told me they had some children and wives hanging around the house somewhere and that I might run into them at some point.

I patiently waited, admiring the sheer passion at work in this feverish, packed workplace/shared house. These guys were experts on music, and specifically strange audio and musical phenomena. This cursed record had been the holy grail for their studies. As they set up a workstation, and as I tried to avoid getting tangled up in the sea of cables all around me, they told me about the backstory of this record and its creators.

I don't remember the details, but it involved a haunted train, some ghostly demon thing, terrible to imagine. They told me of the unusual musical structure of the record itself, the strange events in the lives of the musicians, and their mysterious ends. They said that certain tracks on the record contained almost no musical content whatsoever, but instead were soundscapes that were said to be horrific, peeks into the dark things that the musicians had somehow witnessed. They told me that there was a certain spot you could play the record from, a specific set of grooves that weren't attached to the rest, and if you found the exact point with the needle, you can hear a hidden track.

They found it and played it. I listened to a dark, muffled sound of a distant train's deep chugging, and the house seemed to vibrate with it. I became overhwhelmed with the sensation of being in some dark place and seeing this train all at once - the outside of it, the steam, the empty and dark corridors of the sleeping cars, the lounge cars and dining cars. Its lights and lamps were dimly lit, but all was empty. When I remembered again that I was in fact in a house somewhere at some unknown hour of the night listening to a record, I was back there in their room - and in some adjacent room or hallway was an eerie flickering green light. I couldn't hear anything except the train, and when I investigated the light I saw fire. Green fire. The equipment was aflame with it, people were panicking. I found a large courtyard - I was up on a 2nd floor walkway above it, and I saw fountains and other structures below on fire, a sickening green glow cast on everything I could see. Suddenly one of the two experts burst in and told me that his children were dead.

I don't know exactly what followed, but I found myself in the silent, nearly-destroyed wreckage - the house still stood, but the equipment, the furniture, and the lives were burned and ruined. The two men survived, but their families did not. I didn't know what to say or do. They didn't seem interested in having me there anymore, and patiently asked me to leave. I took my bag and left.

I sat in the city, having a bite to eat at an outdoor sidewalk cafe. I didn't know what I would do or where I would go, and ate my food glumly. I noticed a limo pull up nearby and the president himself, Barack Obama, stepped out with secret service, and he had a smoke while an aid went up to the cafe to order something. Several passers-by showed up to talk to him and ask him for an autograph, to which he patiently acquiesced, smiling presidently. I almost laughed at the thought of bringing up the evening's events to him. "Could you add this to your platform?" Instead I sat and quietly kept to myself - just another celebrity with a limo.

A pretty weird and light-hearted end to a strange and dark dream, but I enjoyed it. Later on sometime I'll talk a bit about last night's dream, if I can conjure up some of the details. It involved my being a member of some underground dream rebellion in a middle eastern country, and being able to go undercover in dreams. Very weird stuff.

[FreeFlyzz]

Two nights ago I had this dream:

Somehow I had come into possession of an old cursed vinyl record. There was some legendary story behind it - probably inspired by "Gloomy Sunday" (an old Hungarian song that was said to have caused people who heard it to become suicidal). But a bit more intense. This record had some vague, dark history - the musicians who created it no longer around to set the story straight, victims of a mysterious death/disappearance, and the record itself was said to be lost or destroyed. Think of a musical record version of the Necronomicon.

Somehow I come into possession of this thing. Much of what happens next I don't remember, perhaps they were only a part of the dream as knowledge or backstory. But vaguely, I felt the record was somehow responsible for the death of my entire family and several of my friends. I had to find out the truth. I hunted down these experts, driving across the continent to seek them out in some big eastern US city, unnamed, but a hybrid perhaps of New York, DC, Boston, you name it. I found them in a large, old, run down house, thin and tall, and crammed between other buildings in an old district of a dark street. Their house was a complete mess - listening equipment, cables, speakers, spread and stacked all over the place. I had in my backpack the object of my anxiety, and the object of their desire. They welcomed me in, apologized for the mess, told me they had some children and wives hanging around the house somewhere and that I might run into them at some point.

I patiently waited, admiring the sheer passion at work in this feverish, packed workplace/shared house. These guys were experts on music, and specifically strange audio and musical phenomena. This cursed record had been the holy grail for their studies. As they set up a workstation, and as I tried to avoid getting tangled up in the sea of cables all around me, they told me about the backstory of this record and its creators.

I don't remember the details, but it involved a haunted train, some ghostly demon thing, terrible to imagine. They told me of the unusual musical structure of the record itself, the strange events in the lives of the musicians, and their mysterious ends. They said that certain tracks on the record contained almost no musical content whatsoever, but instead were soundscapes that were said to be horrific, peeks into the dark things that the musicians had somehow witnessed. They told me that there was a certain spot you could play the record from, a specific set of grooves that weren't attached to the rest, and if you found the exact point with the needle, you can hear a hidden track.

They found it and played it. I listened to a dark, muffled sound of a distant train's deep chugging, and the house seemed to vibrate with it. I became overhwhelmed with the sensation of being in some dark place and seeing this train all at once - the outside of it, the steam, the empty and dark corridors of the sleeping cars, the lounge cars and dining cars. Its lights and lamps were dimly lit, but all was empty. When I remembered again that I was in fact in a house somewhere at some unknown hour of the night listening to a record, I was back there in their room - and in some adjacent room or hallway was an eerie flickering green light. I couldn't hear anything except the train, and when I investigated the light I saw fire. Green fire. The equipment was aflame with it, people were panicking. I found a large courtyard - I was up on a 2nd floor walkway above it, and I saw fountains and other structures below on fire, a sickening green glow cast on everything I could see. Suddenly one of the two experts burst in and told me that his children were dead.

I don't know exactly what followed, but I found myself in the silent, nearly-destroyed wreckage - the house still stood, but the equipment, the furniture, and the lives were burned and ruined. The two men survived, but their families did not. I didn't know what to say or do. They didn't seem interested in having me there anymore, and patiently asked me to leave. I took my bag and left.

I sat in the city, having a bite to eat at an outdoor sidewalk cafe. I didn't know what I would do or where I would go, and ate my food glumly. I noticed a limo pull up nearby and the president himself, Barack Obama, stepped out with secret service, and he had a smoke while an aid went up to the cafe to order something. Several passers-by showed up to talk to him and ask him for an autograph, to which he patiently acquiesced, smiling presidently. I almost laughed at the thought of bringing up the evening's events to him. "Could you add this to your platform?" Instead I sat and quietly kept to myself - just another celebrity with a limo.

A pretty weird and light-hearted end to a strange and dark dream, but I enjoyed it. Later on sometime I'll talk a bit about last night's dream, if I can conjure up some of the details. It involved my being a member of some underground dream rebellion in a middle eastern country, and being able to go undercover in dreams. Very weird stuff.

How the heck do you remember so much?! Your dreams are so fun to read. Go make yourself a book.

[Teebonesy]

How the heck do you remember so much?! Your dreams are so fun to read. Go make yourself a book.

Normally I don't remember them in such detail. Lately I've been having a bit of a dream-remembering renaissance, and I'm not sure why. I've been getting a bit more exercise lately - is that it? I've been reading ravenously, ten times more than usual - could that be it? I think I've been eating more, not at all more healthy or less healthy, just more in general. I haven't played videogames in a while. Mayhaps the videogame's the thing?

For whatever reason, lately they've just been sticking with me. I'll try to dig down for this next one, but there are going to be a lot of gaps. This was last night's.

It started with me at home, and a building sense of the world news getting bigger and bigger, in the worst way. A general sense of intense strife spreading out, particularly from the middle east, and getting into everything, every part of life. I found myself caught up in it somehow.

I sat in a room, underground, something like Les Miserables' ABC Cafe, where a group of underground rebels were meeting and planning. Whatever this cause was, I was on the precipice of diving into it, and I had a general feeling of knowing that I was on the verge of a major, life-changing decision. I was in a strange Middle-Eastern city, an absolute hodge-podge of places and cultures and ideals. Very little of it seemed to reflect the reality in war-torn Iraq or Palestine. It was something older, and with far more color. Some piece of ancient Arabia, during the time of its civilized height, when it was the jewel of the world was there - some piece of Tangiers in the 50s, the mish-mash of cultures and convergence of notable people was there - some storybook Arabian Nights fantasy was there - and, finally, just a bit of modern reality, of faded buildings riddled with bullet holes. It didn't feel like a place at the edge of the world, but rather of a place lively and colorful and healthy and rich, but in the throes of some un-defined revolution that I somehow felt I had to participate in.

It's a ridiculous thing for me to devote myself to an impassioned, life-altering cause in a dream that is never even clearly defined. In retrospect it's easy for me to pinpoint it - it was a decision for myself, to give myself purpose and to push myself, and to feel a part of some important thing. It was the idea of it that drew me in, the details I don't think concerned my dreaming brains.

But this "dream director" - the subconscious that keeps me engaged in the dream without my realizing it, was really on the job with this one. I think whenever I hit some kind of realistic dissonance where the events were too alien and unreal to my life, the "director" conceived of a device that played out through the rest of this dream.

In it, I was a dreamer. They had certain "soldiers" of the revolution who wouldn't directly fight at all, but instead wage a different type of battle in dreams. I was like a dream spy. The underground had a dreaming room, a dim, candle-lit room adorned with elaborate rugs and tapestries and pillows. I would sleep here, and find myself in another part of the city. Now the colors of the city really showed themselves. It was a far more elaborate place, color and texture and culture seemed to drip from the walls and balconies. My mission involved a massive sabotage of important people attending an opera. It was around dusk, and there was almost a feeling of Renaissance Italy to the city, with minstrels in the streets, art everywhere you looked. I was part of a team of "dream spies", and together we set about our plan. Unfortunately, this most exciting part of the dream I don't remember the details to. We planned something. Dusk turned to twilight as we made our way into the backstage areas of the opera house, a giant but ancient and exquisitely detailed building. A lot of sneaking and hiding in this part of the dream, and something going terribly wrong. Panic sets in, and I find myself back in the underground with the other revolutionaries. with the failure at the opera house we have to plan a new mission. Unfortunately I don't remember anything from here. It's amazing to me that this dream maintained as much continuity as it did, but I think around this point it probably went way off the rails and I might have ended up in disneyland hiding from zombies for all I remember.

It's really unusual and rare for a dream to have such a round and complete narrative as the previous one from two nights ago. It's a fully-contained story with an ending. You gotta appreciate when your brain serves you up a full story for a dream. Usually they just sit there hanging awkwardly unfinished, like my arabian-dream-revolution, or utterly bizarre and random, like most unrecalled dreams.

[Ungreth•]

I am a regular smoker of a certain plant that is somewhat more potent than tobacco. A psychactive chemical contained within this plant supresses the REM stage of sleep, which means I don't dream. Ever.

[Teebonesy]

I am a regular smoker of a certain plant that is somewhat more potent than tobacco. A psychactive chemical contained within this plant supresses the REM stage of sleep, which means I don't dream. Ever.

Wow. Ever, huh? Considering there's a sudden REM rebound effect when you stop smoking, perhaps - just going out on a limb here - but perhaps you should try NOT smoking for maybe 2, 3 days? Hell, after that you can go buck wild. But the REM rebound effect causes unusually intense REM sleep, with particularly vivid dreams.

Eating lots of cheese just before bed - certain types in particular, like Stilton - is known to cause vivid, strange dreams.

So try this kiddos: Smoke lots of business for a while, then stop suddenly. For a couple of nights in a row, eat a lot of Stilton just before bed. You might want to temporarily install a seatbelt in your bed.

[Ainsl3y_xo]

Haha, well I actually had a dream where I was a sackboy in create mode and I had to create the best level. In it was Will Ferral and Dr. Weir (Stargate Atlantis) and they were having a romantic dinner and using my creating skills I had to change everything to make it perfect . . .then my alarm woke me up. lol. It was a strange dream.