[Flipside]

Wee Bonny Boat

Seriously though, I think it's a subconcious thing, I 'knew' that something was wrong with Dad a few days before he had his heart attack, it was like a nagging sensation that something didn't feel right, but I certainly couldn't have put my finger on what it was.

[Turambar]

Night before last i had a dream where i was eating a delicious sandwich.

Last night I had a dream where I was taking down a Turian bounty hunter, but he had an armored car, which blocked all my attacks so I dont remember how i actually solved the problem but i know it involved lots of talking and a solution that reminded me of Star Trek Next Generation, but ended up with me beating the guy, not talking.

[qazwsx]

One of the weirdest bits of a dream I remember was being able to sing a fake-eastern european battle song by recognising sigma notation :- "the sum of all battles"

[redsniper]

The day I had my wisdom teeth, I spent the afternoon drifting in and out of sleep waiting for the anesthesia to wear off all the way. This led to some odd dreams only one of which I really remember well.

I was going into a public bathroom to pee. I saw one other man in there on his way out. They guy had one eye... and nothing else, the rest of his face was smooth. My in-dream rationale was that he was some kind of burn victim or something. I kind of gawked without meaning to and looked away as soon as I realized I was staring. The man had a sad look in his one eye and eyebrow.

So I went to a urinal and did my best to just ignore the poor guy and not trouble him anymore, hoping I hadn't offended him or anything. Now whenever someone walks past behind me, I tense up a little but, juuuuust in case, and I did the same in the dream as the guy passed.

Next thing I know, right as I'm about to unzip, the guy grabbed my shoulder and hurled me to the ground. I rolled onto my back and saw him drawing back his foot to kick me in the face and then woke up recoiling right before it hit.

[watsisname]

Sounds like you met my one-eyed dream reflection.  He's a pretty cool guy.

[Marcov]

hmmm...

I remember one recent one. I was in some kind of...mall, with a slightly bazaar-esque arrangement,  in a "bridge"...it was some sort of overpass, but wide enough to only fit one man within it. Then there was this undignified guy, with a white cap, white shirt and probably in jeans, who was falling off the overpass...I was holding his arm. The vendor below, for some reason, hated that guy, he kept telling me "just let go!" so I let go.

Take note, the overpass wasn't that high, possibly 10 feet from the ground, so I'm pretty sure the thug got hurt, but not maimed or anything.

I kept cool, but somehow had fear he might take revenge. I wasn't sure what happened from then on, but somehow I met the same guy again later, then somehow managed to remedy the fault I did to him...however, I sensed this guy wasn't trustworthy.

So we parted ways. This time I was in some kind of small college, in the first floor. I kept cool...(I kept cool throughout the story, nothing personal)...but I sensed the guy was somehow chasing me...indeed, he did. I'm not sure what exactly he did, but he seized me. Fortunately a policeman came in and caught him in the spot...however, I don't trust the police either. In this dream I had a bad image of them being extremely dishonest. Anyway, this police didn't wear a cap, he had white hair, a slightly chubby build, and drooping eyes. For some reason, he locked us BOTH.

The prison cell wasn't dirty or anything, but also not very clean. It was bright; the walls and floor were painted white, and there might've been a fluorescent lamp. At that point in time, I thought, "Crap! With this guy inside, I could be mauled..." the guy looked apparently stronger than me...however, I managed to escape the prison cell. The policeman was walking back to office, but he didn't look like he cared much.

So after that, I stayed cool again. I wanted to go home, so I was nearing the gate.

Then, of all things that could've happened, the rogue guy was chasing me, with a ****ing gun. I ran as fast as I could to the exit...however, it was too late. I was shot on the shoulder, then on the right, and somehow a 3rd bullet swooshed past my forehead. I felt weak. I fell to the floor...and somehow

I feel...cold...

then he said something to me. He seemed to be stealing from me...though it wasn't clear if I had a purse or anything. The guy seemed to be explaining something quickly, as if telling me a lesson. What he said, I'm not sure. But at that point I thought "****ass!!! I hope I get up and STRANGLE YOUR ****ING NECK TILL YOU DIE!!!". Unfortunately, it seemed I couldn't get up. Things were becoming grayscale for some reason. There seemed to be no hope of me getting up and having revenge...it looked like the end of me...

Then I woke.

Lol.

[Pred the Penguin]

Do any of you have dreams within dreams?

[qazwsx]

Do any of you have dreams within dreams?

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMM

[Enzo03]

I remember a couple of dreams from when I was little.
When I was REALLY young (1, 2, maybe as old as 4) I would have a recurring nightmare of running through a reddish desert area from.. I dunno, something.  I didn't even know what it was, I just ran from fear, surging on without looking back.  Then comes a cliff.  And entirely without thinking, I simply jump.  Then I wake up.

This other one wasn't so much a memorable dream as it was a memorable ending to the dream.  It was a typical fantasy world thought up by a 3-5 year old, and I recall reaching for something, I do not know what it was... well in my dream when I reached for it, absolutely nothing happened!  Instead, I was somewhat aware that I was grabbing my blanket, not the object or whatever I was reaching for in my dream, and I kept wondering why I wasn't doing anything in my dream!  Why wasn't anything happening now?  Why can't I get this object? Why do I feel a blanket?  Then I realized for certain that I was grabbing at my own blanket and then just gave up trying and relaxed a bit, and only then did my dream stop and I "woke up".. But I definitely remember this because it was such a unique experience, and it makes me wonder just what the hell was going on?

About the closest thing I've heard to this is from someone I know taking DMT for recreational purposes.  He believed he went to Mars and that when he went into the car and the street lights were passing, he was in a ship, and it went to LUDICROUS SPEED!, complete with the plaid.

I'm guessing I just happened to wake up with my brain's natural DMT still in full (or partial) flow, but who knows..

[Mika]

Sharon has a strange, and slightly scary, habit with dreams. Three times in her life she has dreamt vividly of a person on a boat, first her Grandfather, then her Mother, then her Father. In all three cases the person died within a few days of the dream, her mother was expected, because of cancer, but her Grandfather and Father were both sudden deaths.

I just find myself hoping she doesn't dream of me on a boat for a good long time

I also have one friend who can do something like that. If a person in her dream becomes static, that person tends to die rather soon. Some people have this kind of sensitivity.

[Retsof]

Hm... Mostly my dreams are just randomly jumping from scene to scene, but I have a few I remember.  The oldest I can recall is from when I was little, something involving a huge space station easily visible from the ground.  I wound up designing a rover of some sort on screens in a room lined with conduits, lit in a dim red like emergency lights.  Then an oil pipe or something broke and I woke up.

Next is when I was probably around 12.  I was being chased by some giant bird that resembled a cross between a buzzard and a hawk.  I tripped, and as it came near I swung my fist at it's head, only to be meat with a dull "thunk".  When I awoke, after my heart slowed down, I found that the wall next to my bed made the same sound.  I must have swung in my sleep and hit the wall.

Next is... Hm... I'm not sure when exactly.  Anyway,  I was a pilot in WC Prophecy, and some of my comrades had been taken captive by the bugs.  I infiltrated their ship, and was nearly to them when I was found.  I was knocked to the ground face first, and impaled by the aliens apparently sharp foreleg.  The world faded to black before I awoke, and for long after I could still feel the pressure of the impalement whenever I recalled the dream.

Last was a few years ago.  I was very close friend with these two girls (not that way).  Somehow it became known that they were in fact vampires, but had been feeding on livestock or something, not wanting to harm people.  Soon after the whole "angry mob" thing happened, and both were killed.  I awoke in a state of grief, which confused me.  "Why was I sad for people who had never existed?"

That last one is weird because I find vampire stories of any kind to be incredibly annoying.  Well, that's all I got.  Oh, besides that one with the old ruins of a battleship and zombified people exploding in gibbery chunks.  Or that one where I stabbed a guy with a kitchen knife.  Weird huh?  I'm perfectly peaceable in reality.

Oh, and:

Sounds like you met my one-eyed dream reflection.  He's a pretty cool guy.

Thanks for inspiring my next nightmare.

[Marcov]

I find it amusing that ppl. here talk mostly of nightmares.

In my case, there are 3 kinds of nightmares...

1)Bad ending nightmare, such as the one I explained. I may die, have my pet die, etc...I usually have few nightmares involving ME dying, usually I somehow get to escape death, and end the dream in a joyous finale. Once, I was sitting, cramped, inside some glass window that apparently looks like it's peering out of a skyscraper...then, it suddenly broke. I fell. But somehow, I suddenly learned how to float. So I survived, and there was a crowd cheering for me.

2)Scary abstract nightmare. These happen probably the most rarely. The most vivid one I recall was when I was a child, around 6 or 7. I remember myself in some sort of dark, evil cave, with many "monster" sounds, as if it were some sort of night club for devils. There was a witch in front of me, complete with black robe, hat, and all, and her long hair covered the face.

Another dream involved me and my mother on the bed. I was lying on the center, and the mother on the right. She told me not to "go to the left edge" of the bed since that would be terrible. I rejected such thoughts, so I began to go to the left to disprove her. Instantly, three horrid pictures flashed, involving some low demon-like sound screaming something per picture. The first scene was that of some extremely disfigured guy, almost like a zombie, on a bed with a blanket. He had no hair, and as I said, his face looked vaguely horribly disfigured and bloody. I don't know what the next was, but the third involved a pilot from the game "Red Baron II" with his biplane upside down. The plane was just a head above the ground, so it was obvious the pilot would certainly die (in RB II, hit your head on the ground and you die).

3)Nightmare involving me loathing a person. This is the WORST of the three, since, temporarily when still in the "grogy" stage, I feel anger for the person even when awake. Such dreams happen more often than both; in my early high school years these were pretty rampant, I had a surging anger against my Math...it was too ****ING HARD!!! (that was what was in the dream).

[Retsof]

I find it amusing that ppl. here talk mostly of nightmares.

Well, I think nightmares make more of an impression, and are more likely to be remembered.  Also, many of the "good" dreams are likely not appropriate to share .

[Scourge of Ages]

I had a dream, crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and baby-sat all four of my kids.
Then in my dream, I told the doctor off, he said, "if you don't want to do it, then you don't have to do it." He said, "the truth is you'll be okay, anyway."
Then in my dream, crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor went and had a talk with my boss.
Something about insurance policies. They kept the door closed at all times, I couldnt hear or see.
When they came out they said, "You'll be okay, anyway."
And I smiled cause I'd known it all the while.

Oh wait, this isn't What are you listening to. Sorry

[esarai]

I think the worst nightmare I ever had was seeing my parents gunned down by Clint Eastwood while we were parked in our van on our front lawn.  The most terrifying thing about this dream was how realistic everything looked.  Hell, it even smelled right.  When I woke up I was scared ****less (I didn't know who Eastwood was at this time, so it seemed plausible that some crazed old man with grievances unknown would show up and do my family in), and I spent the next 4-5 hours running it through my mind trying to find some discontinuity with reality to prove to myself it wouldn't happen. 

I recalled moments before we drove onto the lawn.  The lamp posts were too far back from the street.  They should've been near the mailbox.  They were at the porch steps.  I breathed easy the next few days.

Until they started digging up the lamp posts.

O.O
D:
... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

Fortunately, they were only replacing the power lines that fed them, not relocating them.  Everything turned out fine.


My nightmares... A dream only terrifies me if people I care about are in danger (say WWIII happens and my parent's aren't in the shelters), or if there is no way to challenge the danger.  Once, my backyard turned into some African field with a rogue army detachment trundling through it.  The rogue general shot me in the heart, and I saw myself die, but instead of waking up, I started floating around as if I had noclip on and gravity off.  Several other dreams have included falling off lethally high cliffs.  I hit the bottom, spring back up on my feet and ask what's next.  Companions look at each other confused--wholly expecting me to have died.  Mortal injury and cataclysmic events aren't nightmares for me, unless friends and family are in danger.

I've also had a quasi-precognitive dream.  It happened when I was 8 or so.  I remember walking into my room and seeing a 12-13 year old version of me playing a game where you race flying motorcycles through luminescent blue rings in some cartoon-ish, futuristic city with red being the prominent color.  A few years later, when that exact scenario popped up in Jak II, I found myself going 'what the hell, I've seen this before.  Where?'

[Marcov]

Every once in a while a dream of a really deep swimming pool (dunno about 50 feet in depth probably), but still perfectly clear. It always gives me the *shivers*, just looking at it. I didn't even want to dive into it, even though I could float, I was afraid it would suddenly have a strong current/whirlpool that would suck me down.

[Nemesis6]

Waking up and falling asleep three times during the course of three hours, the only thing I remember each time I woke was something about a nuke, which would explode at the point at which I was looking, and somehow I might be able to stop it if I looked at a point which wasn't ground, earth, or whatever, like the sky. My dreams are always ****ed up like this, and this is when they're mild. Sometimes, I'll have these night-terror-ish dreams, mostly always involving something chasing me, and so I'll fly out of my bed, and the point at which I start actually waking up is very random. Like for example, I'll find myself in the living room, knowing that it's the living room, but still thinking that there's a face hiding in the walls, out to get me, and so I'll have this kind of stand-off -- Do I move, do I stand still... That moment when you're awake and you become aware of the real world around you, but you're still dreaming, that is some seriously unpleasant stuff if you're coming out of a nightmare.

There was this time where I had one of those dreams. Found myself dazed and confused in the living room. When I start walking to bed,
I notice a giant bruise on one of my knees because I didn't get out of bed as much as I fell out of my bed, and when I get back to the bedroom door, I'll find blood on it and at the base of it. Turns out I cut my hand while frantically trying to open it.

Luckily, those kinds of dreams are quite rare, but they come and go.

[NGTM-1R]

I no longer dream; or at least, not that I remember upon waking. I've speculated before that perhaps, as a writer, I have no need; my dreams are done in OpenOffice.

[Retsof]

 
Sorry to necro this, but I just had a dream that would make a good story.  Something about an assistant android / ridiculously human robot that is damaged in an attack.  She somehow gains more intelligence,  as well as emotions and such things that robots should not have (perhaps true artificial sentience has eluded us up to this point).  She saves the ship she is on (i think), and becomes it's captain.  She proceeds to do more awesome things over her career.  The end is depressing though.  For some reason, after a century or two of life, she takes her ship with only her self on it and dives into a sun.

[Enigmatic Entity]

Once had a dream about being some kind of large dog that stood on two legs, standing at a door. Some larger ones looking just like me approached but didn't say or do anything, I felt scared for no reason but let out some kind of moan bark. I think I did that in "real life" too, since I woke instantly after.

2.) Dreams about old guys (like the old wise man type with the long beard) and trains, the guy died somehow and I felt really sad, woke up with wet eyes but I bet my face wasn't red, as happens in dream crying...

3.) Re-curring one when sick, ultra close up that looks like my blanket, except it takes ages to float anywhere, there's a dull yellow thing present that can't be seen well or approached, and something is chasing me. Tinnitus sound only. Wake up at random.

4.) Had weird ones with being shot by the Master (old one) of Dr.Who, had holes in my head but could still see, couldn't move.
Also hiding in square spiral nooks that are in some doorway/corrider...

Plus the "lucid" stuff that I used to create every night, I liked going to bed so I could have these fantasy sci-fi dreams usually involving flying things, space ships and beams except in common places.

It's odd to fly really fast across complex landscapes and then think how long it would take for a copmuter to generate what you imagine in "real time".