[watsisname]

In this thread Gortef is a horse

[Jeff Vader]

At first there was a nurse that was either deaf or an idiot since she wrote my name, my address... well all my basic information wrong to the report paper even if I repeated them several times

I hate dreams like that. You try to write something down, explain something to someone, figure out what time it is... it just keeps going wrong, no matter how hard you try. Just last night I had a dream where I was buying something (I guess) and tried to pay with my debit card. The pin number went wrong all the time, no matter how hard I tried to enter it. Numbers were in the wrong place, the device would register one press two times, the device would pull letters(!) from somewhere... it even started to show the numbers I entered instead of asterisks and that was unnerving, as there were a lot of people passing by and staring at the device.

[Hellstryker]

I sometimes get paranoid about being conscious during hypnagogia (I don't really want to be there when I fall into unconsciousness; the similarities to the voidness of death are a little too close) which can cause insomnia. Highly irrational, yet there it is.

Oh man, you haven't lived until you've experienced that yet. And yeap it pretty much does feel like being dead.

Yeah I don't sleep too well. Anyway the next time I my mind comes up with anything worth sharing I suppose I'll drop a post.

[-Sara-]

As a child I had a long episode of recurring dreams about bipedal toad or crocodile like creatures bothering me. I usually found myself in a white space with no floor or ceiling where they would cradle me first while talking to me and theb would threaten to eat me up, talking to me at a stern tone but I don't know what about anymore. After half a year or so they suddenly ceased. They somewhat resembled a cross between 'Plons de Kikker' and your stereotype fantasy film beast. Maybe TV does screw up a childs mind and nightrest.

[StarSlayer]

I had one recently that was both remarkably coherent and I managed to retain most of it.  I personally did not feature in it but it was instead a werewolf "film." 
It was set in the late 70s, early 80s and funny enough my brain managed to project visuals with the right level of graininess for the period.  It featured Alan Rickman, Yaphet Kotto and Michael O'Keefe among quite a few others.  Michael O'Keefe was the unfortunate inflicted with the werewolf condition so aside from the intro portion of the dream used building the characters and their relationships spent the later half as the canine murder machine.  The lot of them worked the night shift at a big power plant, so on the first full moon after being infected Michael O'Keefe's character turned and proceeded to hunt and kill all his coworkers.
Because of the industrial environment and the style of cinematography I managed to apply to the whole thing it had a strong Alien feel.  Overall it was a pretty bad ass.

[Gortef]

In this thread Gortef is a horse

w00t! \o/

[FireSpawn]

I have a reccuring dream where I get chased down a never ending hallway with bloody walls, by a freakishly tall man with no face and a tattered greatcoat. He always catches me and as he punches his hand through my chest, I wake up.

I've had this one for years, and pieced the parts I remember each morning together for a few weeks.  I usually have the dream two or three times a week, pretty crazy huh?

[Snail]

I have a reccuring dream where I get chased down a never ending hallway with bloody walls, by a freakishly tall man with no face and a tattered greatcoat. He always catches me and as he punches his hand through my chest, I wake up.

I've had this one for years, and pieced the parts I remember each morning together for a few weeks.  I usually have the dream two or three times a week, pretty crazy huh?

Well, at least now you have time to find out what to do to survive before it actually happens IRL.

[Colonol Dekker]

The Prince.....



IT HURRRRRTTTTTSSSSSSS.

[FireSpawn]

The Prince.....



IT HURRRRRTTTTTSSSSSSS.

After I posted that, I did think it bore a striking resembelance to the Tall Man from the Chzo mythos. Maybe I should stop replaying every couple of months.

On a side note, last night I dreamt that my room got invaded by an army of socks riding in boots as tanks. Think of it as you will.

[watsisname]

So I'm currently on vacation out in WA, and the place I'm staying in is right next to the railroad.  Sometime during the night as I slept, a coal train came whipping by, and let me tell you these coal trains are at least 120 cars long, REALLY loud, and they are required to blast their horns as they pass by because there's a crossing just up the road.  Anyway, all this noise carried over into my dream, and in my dream I was somehow convinced that I was lying in a bed ON THE TRACKS as this bigass train was steaming my way.  What do I do?  What does any recon pilot do when he suddenly finds a Sathanas hurtling directly at him?

DIVE DIVE DIVE HIT YOUR BURNERS PILOT

And I awoke to find myself in the process of diving out of my bed and slamming into the floor.  Best.  Morning. EVER.

[Scourge of Ages]

Few weeks ago, I found myself in a blank white room, having a genuine ninja battle with a girl with no face (she probably did, I just didn't see it).
Two or three people stood on one side of the room, watching silently, not moving.
So there the two of us were, crouching-tigering all over the walls, throwing knives and shuriken at each other, the weapons bouncing harmlessly off our armor, until we met in the center of the room, swords swinging. Hers hit first, embedding in the armor on the left side of my chest. Then I swung mine, horizontally, and hard. It lodged in her armor as well.
So there we were, at an impasse. And then I woke up.

[Colonol Dekker]

Sexual tension is sexual.

What's her name and how long have you had a crush on her?

[Marcov]

Ninjas have armor?

[Scourge of Ages]

I'm pretty sure she was anonymous. Otherwise, I probably would have identified her. For example, a couple weeks later, I dreamt that Drew Barrymore was helping me track down a potential murderer.
And yes, ninjas have armor in the strange dreams thread.

[watsisname]

I had a dream in which I had long hair again.

I miss my long hair.

[Turambar]

Crazy long epic dream about attempts to escape from a weird theocratic society.

First, some friends of mine and I attempted to escape by boat, and we were all having a good time, it was like having a party on some boats, laughing and drinking.  We stopped to sleep and were picked up and taken back to the city.  woke up in a strange bed, but the clothes i brought along were there.  I was greeted by a guy who was talking like Agent Smith when he got into that one guy's body.  There were 2 guys in this nice, roomy house, both had short hair.  the house was decorated in white and light colors.
 I started getting ready to escape again, started talking to people about smuggling myself out of this city.  Found my contacts freshy murdered, murder weapons (oversized knives) left embedded in them.  I was taken to a meeting with the odd, extremely large, bedridden leader of the society.  He talked to me for some time and made some veiled threats.  I pretended to go along with him, then went downstairs one floor, walked into the bathroom, then did a badass awesome Trinity style jump through the bathroom window (fists first, horizontal) and landed in the river. 

I swam underwater as long as i could, until it wasnt city on both sides of the river.  For some reason all I had with me was my bathrobe.  I just made a run for it this time, running the whole time parallel to the major road, keeping hidden, not sleeping.  Getting in and out of houses in the suburbs (which sprawled for a longer than expected distance).  I eventually met up with others that were trying to get away, but i kept my distance, not wanting to get picked up again. 

I ran my way out of the area, northwest, and the land got increasingly dry until i came across a refugee city that was getting aid from the city i left.  It looked like a giant concrete garbage dump, but much more grand, with domes and arches, but with dirt and the garbage dump layout preventing it from being pretty.  I decided it couldnt be the Free city i was going to, and kept running.

I think i eventually got to the place i was going, and i was able to settle down, but i distinctly remember still just having my bathrobe.  Someone did regular smuggling runs and asked if they could get my stuff.  I asked for my laptop but i doubted they'd be able to get it.  I never figured out what happened to my friends

Then I woke up

[Hades]

The other day I had this dream I was in a zombie invasion and managed to get a katana, just as I pulled it back to swing, the blade fell out of the handle and cut all of my fingers off

That part was worse than the zombie parts honestly.

[FireSpawn]

I dreamt that I posted that I had a dream about posting a dream that I had about dreaming about posting a dream on this thread.
(Headache) 

[watsisname]

Le bump.

~
Awoke to a disturbance in my house last night.
I thought 'Could it be an intruder?  Holy ****, it just might.'
I took up my sword and descended the stairs.
And stopped dead in my tracks, for the bastard was standing right there...
Unconsciously I sucked the air through my teeth. 
As I withdrew the sword from its sheath.
Which then bumped audibly against the wall...
The man snapped toward me and I despaired, "Oh **** it alllll..."
He reached for his gun, I dove toward his feet.
If my slash lands first, I might have him beat.
The muzzle flashed; it made not a sound.
The silence was indeed quite profound.
Behind my eyes burst forth a sharp butterfly of crimson.
And I thumped to the floor, then lost all vision.
My breath was ragged.  Am I dying?
The world melted.  Now I'm flying.
~


Ok, not quite how it went... after the shot I did indeed see a brilliant but brief flash of a fractalized crimson butterfly.  An iridescent crimson and violet, actually... it was quite beautiful.  I wasn't even entirely aware that I'd been shot until the view switched to a vantage from behind me, and through the top of my head there was a jagged hole.  Eesh.
I lay there for a distressingly long time, contemplating my imminent death while gasping for breath.  Woke up hyperventilating.  Great way to start my day.