Weird dreams you've had

[Burner02]

i dreamed i was stabbing someone once and it felt incredible. i woke up feeling so enlightened as to why serial killers do it then was like omg wtf that's so twisted.

i dreamed i got shot and was laying there n could hear the news so i realized i wasn't dead and i got up in the dream and went and looked at the bullet holes in the bathroom mirror and as i did they healed.

i dreamed i had killed someone and my brothers were trying to help me get out of the country. i was so relieved it wasn't true i cried when i woke up.

i dreamed Tess n i were hanging out with these girls and it dawned on me we had killed one of the girls mother. and i was freaking out cuz we hadn't buried her very deep and i was scared we'd get found out. i woke up thinking is that true is that true...

I remember dreaming that I had killed someone and hid the body...it was troubling, actually...
...on an off note, still can't find my pillow...

 

[juggernaut]

I am dreaming right now that I am in these giant storm drains. I'm running so fast I can run on the sides or upsidedown. There are guys on jet ski's behind me, they are shooting at me but the bullets feels like marshmallows, but they penetrate my skin, I have blood streamers trailing behind me, but my skin clamps shut soon after like I have super healing powers. I am running up now towards the surface, I see 4 faint beams of sunlight ahead, it's a manhole cover. I bust through it like a geyser 30 feet high and am tumbling in the air falling back to the ground, I see the manhole flipping in front of me one side is painted, like the ones in Tokyo, with a samurai chopping bamboo with his sword, each turn he is in a new position. Now his sword slashes out at me. I kick at the flat edge and feel myself accelerate backwards

can I buy the movie rights? I'm gonna put Will Smith in it.

 

[Burner02]

I had, I guess what someone calling a lucid dream a couple nights ago...
The content wasn't important, but it was one of those, it felt like you were there in color dreams. I felt like was watching myself in the dream.
however, I saw a 'line of text' appear in my dream that was really smooth. I had come up with it. Then, I told myself to wake up and write it down so I would not forget it.
I actually argued with myself.
Write it down!
no, I'll remember it when I wake up.
NO, you won't. Write it down!
I didn't and now I cannot what that brilliant piece of future literary genius was.
It was to be my:
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times"
-or-
"Call me Ishmael"

DAMMIT!
Think I may have to lay off the nyquil

 

[maniclion]

I looked down and saw I had no lower body from my solar plexus down, my arms were numb I couldn't move anything except my head.... Where am I, why do I have no legs.....all I can see is a white chamber of plastic or powder coated metal, and there's zzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrr sound coming from where my stomach should be. I stretch my neck to look down and I see a shifting mass of ant-like things and threads shooting toward my body and I realize as the threads continue more of my torso appears.......
I keep staring at this mass until it comes into magnified focus and I see these little tanks like machines, lining up firing their threads and then rushing back to nozzles on the outer side of the chamber.............I freak out shaking my head back and forth when I hear a voice say, please remain still while nano-replication is in process, watch the screen above your head for further details, all will be explained.......

I see a screen right above my face flicker on and then a picture of a Ring space station appears, "You are on board the Galaxy Probe Astronomicon II, this is a process to prolong your life for the 1000 year mission, you have died 4 times thus far and the Nano-Constructors are in the process of rebuilding your body to it's initial state the first day you boarded. All material comes from your former shell, your memories up until the last 48 hours before your death will be intricately spliced back in by Nano-synapses once your full body is completed, the bots can only recreate the state of synapse and brain matter retention at the time of recording on Launch Day. Remember it takes a while for the memories to reorganize along with your current sensory overload. To aid in the process you will now be shown images, videos and sounds from your past life on Earth Pre-Launch......I watch as these things appear on the screen and then suddenly bob up in my mind like box of submerged corks.......

 

[maniclion]

Let me tell you about the woman I saw while I was in the shower with my eyes closed, she was a gypsy woman with long hair and part of it was braided into a crown, she was in profile but the 45 degree profile, facing away but facing toward me.......it was her eye that caught me, she had silken opal green eyeshadow and her lashes were so thick with mascara that they formed 7 spikes, the furious gasps of a bonfire splashed her face with a glow as I stared into the glossy black orb of her pupil, the pearlescent aura of her cornea seemed to throb with my heart beat.....each down beat sucked me closer to her until I could suddenly see my reflection in the dew of her gaze, then I was trapped. I saw myself beating against the lens screaming but not heard all I could do was turn and wander into the orphaned jungle of a strangers mind......

 

[nkira]

I see so many people in my dreams, all those beautiful faces, I always try hard not to forget those people but always end up forgetting........the only face that I still remember is of Kirsten Caroline Dunst, How I managed to remember her face is beyond me though.

Manic, PS :- I am working on that solar power thing.

 

[T_man]

Let me tell you about the woman I saw while I was in the shower with my eyes closed, she was a gypsy woman with long hair and part of it was braided into a crown, she was in profile but the 45 degree profile, facing away but facing toward me.......it was her eye that caught me, she had silken opal green eyeshadow and her lashes were so thick with mascara that they formed 7 spikes, the furious gasps of a bonfire splashed her face with a glow as I stared into the glossy black orb of her pupil, the pearlescent aura of her cornea seemed to throb with my heart beat.....each down beat sucked me closer to her until I could suddenly see my reflection in the dew of her gaze, then I was trapped. I saw myself beating against the lens screaming but not heard all I could do was turn and wander into the orphaned jungle of a strangers mind......

that's a very detailed dream

my dreams are just massive. I'll go through last night's. I think I have discovered what I'm running away from.

The first thing I remember is that I was just chillin with my friends and then thought of this sexy girl and her house appeared. I had sex with her before irl, but then I said in the dream "hey who wants sex with laura" kinda like "who wants pizza" and then she came out and put me last on her list who she would shag out of the guys there and i felt pretty bummed.
Then the scenario changed to a college party with people i knew from college but it was like in a golf course but it was a woody area with this wood hut in the corner of the opening and we were all chilling, having drinks, listening to music, and there were a couple girls walking round naked.

Just then the music stopped and everyone turned on me for something I had done months in the past; which was dance with a guy's girlfriend although she pulled me to the dancefloor and made me start dancing with her, everyone thought I was the one who jumped on her. One of my best friends then grabbed my phone and gave it to this guy who placed it near a wireless printer and it started printing pictures of my body, with explicit texts to girls who i didnt even know or even texted at all, and I couldnt prove my innocence infront of these guys. So even my close friends were turning against me and they were conspiring. However out of those photos, there was a picture of one of the guys there on a plane, and I said "when have I ever been with that guy on a plane" and they started laughing because it was all a big joke.

So I thought fuck these guys they arent real friends and I stormed off but as I was going, that same girl ran up to me and gave me a kiss and said how she loves her boyfriend but loves me too but is too caught up in the relationship to dump her boyfriend, and then she just dissapeared. I then proceeded to go through the entrance building when her boyfriend and his close group of friends came charging after me but at the exit of the building, the scenario changed to like an ancient egypt halls, really tall, as tall as a business building in town about 10-15 stories high, and really wide, with a concrete carved river flowing down the bottom, this was all inside. So I started running and they were shooting at me and we could all do this thing that when we jump we jump really far, kinda like in naruto, and were running on the water.

We ran until we reached an exit when I realised I was in my own dream, but still caught up in it like reality and couldnt really edit it, apart from when I said there should be the end round the corner with a boat transporting me to somalia immediately (cos he wouldnt know where the fuck somalia is), but my drea being my dream, he followed me there. Right behind me about 30ft all the way through, and then suddenly I turned into superman and he turned into christopher walken. I decided to try fly away but he grabbed a rock and could suddenly fly. I was like eh wtf and he said that as long as he holds something from my world that contains even a molecule of water, he can do everything I do and is immune. So I knocked the rock out of his hand and on his way down he grabbed a leaf from a tree and could fly again. He chased me somemore until I realised I was superman and could kick his ass. So I stopped, turned around and hit him but it didnt work, and he ran through me to the other side of me and I tried using my lazer eyes but they didnt work, at which point I woke up kinda hot.

My conclusion is all this time I've been running from a crazed super Christopher Walken.


No but seriously I don't know why I was running away from that girls boyfriend. I do like that girl very much irl and she like(d/s) me too and her boyfriend got all annoyed about it and stuff, but i could really kick his ass irl.

 

[maniclion]

Dig this trip I had during my evening nap, it started almost as soon as I lost touch with the waking world....

This relic of a Native American Shaman was seated across from me with closed eyes, his face was painted with a portion of the back of a dollar bill, the web-like part and the decorative frame under the pyramid with the rattle snake tails, the colors were muted like a really old bill, his wrinkled face made it appear even more so...his lips were moving but his voice was coming from inside my head. He was telling me that I have to know, "You have to know, you have to know or it will devour you..." Then he opened his eyes and an eagle squawked loud above my head, I looked up and felt myself falling backwards and then I was sliding on my back head first down a hill watching cloud animations, it was sunset so the colors added to the whole effect, so many things were illustrated in the sky but the most vivid was what caused me to stand up from my descent, it was a golden lions head, the edges of his mane were accented by the golden sunset. I watched the head turn to a shadowy silhouette in the night sky as the sun bowed out until the next act.... I turned and saw that I had actually been drifting from the moon back to earth. The first clouds I'd seen had been smoke signals from the shaman, now all I could see was a twinkle of his fire light as he danced around it on the darkside of a crescent moon.... I looked at my feet and saw they were ashen with gray moon dust so I stomped my feet and the dust billowed up and scattered in the breeze, as it whipped about the side that had been toucing my skin sparkled. I decided to follow it until I couldn't tell the difference between it and the stars on the horizon. By now my legs were starting to drag and I wanted to stop and think about what he wanted me to know. I felt exhausted so I sat down in a grassy patch and leaned over supporting myself with my arm, and I drummed my fingers against the ground and heard plink, plink, plunk, plink like a piano, I looked at my hand and did it again, each finger landed on a blade of grass and a note rang out. Then it hit me the old shaman wanted me to know to be in tune with nature, just as I realized this I heard the tinkling of piano keys approaching, so I jumped to my feet and and just as I did a wolf stopped dead in his tracks 20 feet from me and we stared each other in the eyes until we reached an understanding that if he tried to attack me I would do my best to defend myself and he might get hurt so he turned and trotted off back to the edge of a nearby forest....then I started walking again and looked up and saw the parking lot of the school I attended my freshman and sophomore years, then it turned into a wholly different dream about when I played in a garage band that tried to get a Doors like vibe going and I used my previous dream for inspiration for songs....

 

[T_man]

wow manic

thats one awesome dream, very vivid and detailed! mine are never anywhere near as "concentrated".

do you take something before you sleep??

 

[maniclion]

wow manic

thats one awesome dream, very vivid and detailed! mine are never anywhere near as "concentrated".

do you take something before you sleep??

I've been keeping dream journals for quite a while so I have trained my brain to hold onto snippets of important details from the dreams and then I lay them out and piece it together into a piece of poetry like that......

My Dream Journal had middle of the night scrawlings like, old indian man with dollar bill face, echos in my head, moon dancing screaming eagle, piano grass, golden sun illuminated lion..........

These were all clues that helped me piece back together a fragmentated vision that would have faded soon after I woke but I quickly captured the pieces onto paper.........you have to become the Columbo or Adrian Monk of your own dreaming mind....


It's like hitting a pinata blindfolded and then dropping the stick and grabbing for as much candy you can before it hits the ground and the other kids pounce on it.....

 

[Yanick]

Dude manic, when are you coming out with your book already brother? I'm not into poetry but you write some really interesting and trippy shit. You have a future customer in me if you ever get around to it.

 

[maniclion]

Dude manic, when are you coming out with your book already brother? I'm not into poetry but you write some really interesting and trippy shit. You have a future customer in me if you ever get around to it.

Maybe soon, I want to find a backer who will give me a million so I can quit my job and just lay around thinking up crazier shit. A girl here at works mother just had a book on spirituality published, it's some very dry clichéd BS. I thought, if she got someone to back that then I have to have a pretty decent chance at something....I just gotta gather up some of my best stuff in all my scattered notebooks, journals and scrap papers on my bookshelves and find an interested party.

 

[Yanick]

Hahaha, don't forget some of you're more 'enlightened' posts from here.

 

[IronAddict]

I also have been having a recurring dream, for months I've been dreaming I was a teepee or a wigwam.

I finally got up the gumption to visit a psychiatrist, and he told me to just relax, cause I was just to tents.