Unbelievably Ludicrous Dreams and Nightmares!

Hey guys, has anyone had some crazy-ass, wacky dreams lately or ever?
Let's share them!

 

Smuel dreamt of being dry humped by a girly blond-haired TheDavisChanger.

 

I think I already shared but this one time I dreamt/hallucinated I was a Latin Emperor of Constantinople and I was dying/feverish in bed. The kicker is that I was feverish in real life too.

 

Anyone who's been here in the past 4 years would know I never talk about my dreams, ever. But I may as well start now;

I had a dream I was in my old house and found a porno with my dad in it.

 

I usually have a hard time remembering my dreams but one time I dreamt that I was at my grandma's house and there was a giant cauldron of mac n' cheese in the living room, I was then attacked by a dark silhouette-like figure, assumably a monster, I woke up scared as heck. Probably one of the weirdest dreams I've had, but one I remember all too well.

 

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I seem to wake up semi-regularly crying out yet not being able to wake myself up - much to my fiancee's distress. Anyway sometime last week I abruptly woke it in the middle of the night and looked at this big glass doored cupboard at the end of our bed that doesn't close very well and said "There's something moving" after which I pointed at said cupboard followed with "in there." Suffice to say I have no memory of this and fell asleep straight away, but she barely slept the rest of the night.

 

While on vacation with my bedmate, we stayed at my grandparents' cottage (that is, a cottage owned by my grandparents not their actual home).

Going to sleep after a fierce fight, I had a dream in which I was murdered (I can't recall actually being killed, just being dead). Strangely enough I was still concious while being rapped in a body bag and taken out on a nearby lake in our row boat. I was then dumped in the lake by my grandfather and bedmate. Upon noticing my bedmate crying, just slightly, my grandfather said: "Don't worry, it's for the best."

Needless to say, things didn't work out between us.

 

Nope.

 

I don't know if anyone's mentioned it yet, but I once dreamt of being dry humped by a girly blond-haired TheDavisChanger.

 

I once dreamed that I was stranded on a mountain top, overlooking a chain (range) of cyclopean mountains. Although, the view was magnificent, the atmosphere was cold and sinister. As I looked down, I noticed an ancient gong on one of the mountain slopes. One of those that you can find in Nepal or China. After some minutes I noticed that I was not alone anymore. Several hairy semi-humans had climbed the mountain and stood now around the gong and that something was lied down on the ground.

Looking closer, I soon discover that it was a semi-human as well. A sacrifice! The chants started at that point and the air grew colder and even more sinister than it already was. Just as the chants stopped, a member of the group rang the gong. Suddenly a head appeared behind a range of the cyclopean mountains! More and more of the creature became visual, as if it was standing up. The view was horrible to be behold. At that point I woke up.

 

This is what Jojobobo experiences every time he gets an erection.

 

Not only I have a plethora of wondrous dreams and devilish nightmares, but also a vivid memory to revive them at will.

One of the earlier nightmares i can remember is a grass labyrinth walk, at the sight of what seemed a winged goblin everything fades away, leading to a horror roller coaster ride in a tunnel, with curtains, imaged with pictures of sadistic horror unveiling the way as i crosed them. It all ended with the end of the track and I falling into a pit full of rotting dead, that soon began to rose and rip my limbs off in a cannibalistic orgy. All the time encompassed by Queen's death in two legs. I had three years then.

Yet the dream that has astonished me the most was one in which i took the role of a young revolutionary of a dying race of humans, killed for differences of thought. What marvels me is not only the vividness of it all, but that this world i inhabited was filled with detail, seen as if i was having a close memory of my day. The dream didn't last for only a night, but it was consequentially continued during a lapse of around six months, in secluded moments, comprising what i calculate as one month worth of dreaming, or about fifteen years of this character's history.

I'm actually in the process of compiling as much as possible, in order to write it down and, if make it comprehensible for other than me, i might try to publish it.

What a marvelous thing human subconscious is.

 

That's brilliant man.
Should write a few books or something with that kind of memory.

 

Horrible, yet awe inspiring.

 

Writing a book? You mean something like a "dream book" (writing down the dreams with their analysis) or using the dreams as a background for horror stories? I like the idea.

The dream that I had with the horror on the mountains (the creature was even BIGGER than the mountain!) was so vivid that it almost felt real. A true Lovecrafthian kind of thing. Or something that would not be misplaced in a painting of Goya.

Another kind of dream that I had that I was alone at an obelisk who was written in a strange language of sort. The sky was blood red. It all had a deep sinister look. Alas, that is all I can remember of it.

 

Once dreamt I had to lightsaber duel a close friend because he was guarding a portal to a xenomorph nest in my bedroom.

 

Yeah, like actual narratives. Those would really be cool.
Shit, maybe even sketches to accompany them, in a form of a web-comic.

 

Web comics? Interesting idea. I would love to see some of the dreams in a comics form. From just ludicrous dreams to the lovecrafthian horrors (or would not be misplaced on one of the paintings by the famous Goya) which was brought up by our human subconscious.

Anyone care to give a quick psychological analysis about the dreams?

 

Recently, I dreamed that my feral cat was actually The Spirit of a Thousand Tigers, a character from an old chinese buddhist analogy.

But there are two dreams which affected my development, that is, I spent some years afterwards considering their implications.

Firstly, at the age of three, I had a classic Freudian castration fantasy. At that age I was left-handed until my finger was mangled in a playground accident involving a very pretty girl-next-door. In the dream, she and I snuck away hand-in-hand to a hidden cave which was decorated much like my father's workshop. Suddenly a ghostly chain seized my left wrist. I fled into the open, where a giant eagle swooped down and carried my off by my genitals. From this I can deduce that my father stopped me masturbating left-handed as an infant.

Secondly, at the age of 17, I was feverish and medicated, and half-deaf from an ear infection for some years. I was therefore isolated and confused. I was also reading Faustus at the time. Anyway, cue vivid, fevered dream:

I was in outer space, in a coffin orbiting a single bright star. There were billions of other coffins, other people, there too. Everyone who had ever lived. It felt like waking up from the Matrix, like this was the real reality. We were orbiting this star by our own power, as though the coffins had pedals and ran on rails. As we orbited, there was a mathematical equation in the sky, and grinding away on the rails refined a constant to more and more decimal places.
At one point, we all reached another decimal place and one coffin disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared slightly closer to the star.
Now, several things occured to me simultaneously:
Firstly, that we were in discrete orbitals, not orbits.
Secondly, that by this technique, we could only ever approach the star, never reach it.
Thirdly, that our coffins must be mere projections of the star to behave like this, with no discrete existence.
Finally, that the coffins are in reality already inside the star, and inseperable from it. The implication was that the entirety of human endeavour is vanity. Not only failing to arrive at Truth, but actively preventing you from being immersed in it.

Now for the brainfuck: At this moment I vanished, the coffins vanished, outer space vanished. There was only white light. There was also warmth and comfort and a sense of infinite love and power.

My reaction to this was decidedly Taoist, in a religious context. I laughed my brains out. I laughed and laughed for a long time in my bed, at the futilty and vanity of everyone, and because at the end of the day, we don't really exist and everything is okay.

From this I concluded that mind is just a brief spark of nonsense in an inexplicable and beautiful bonfire.