Note: If the dream is a bit long, feel free to /sblock it.
"Oh god, those are tentacles from the sky!"
"Now now, don't worry, those are deific tentacles from the sky."
And thats when I woke up becasue the phone was going off way too early in the morning.
My Murder
Shortly after Christmas of '07, I had a dream about my murder. I was watching myself play EverQuest II on my dad's computer, as I usually do at 4 in the morning. I looked over at the den area (we had converted our garage into a den for the computers, with a couch and recliner) and thought I saw a shadow. I ignored it and went back to playing the game, and heard something fall on the floor. Thinking it was a mousetrap, I spun around. That's when I saw a man standing at the door to our garage. He had a pistol with an etched barrel held in his left hand (it may not seem significant, but as I describe other dreams, you'll get it) and a silver knife with a mahogany handle in his right. That's when I went from playing the game to seeing myself and the other person. Y'know, out of body experiences and such. But anyways, he said six words before pulling the trigger of the gun aimed at my head: "You know too much. I'm sorry." I woke up right before the silver bullet made contact with my forehead, right between my eyebrows.
That sucks. Hmm...wonder if it was between you and pk (Cthulhu-ism...)
Although I have had some very nasty nightmares, that would have been too much even for my subconcious. I hope. Then again, my subconcious once put me in a situation where my father gave me a Mission of Vital Importance, which was kill the snakes outside my home, and presented me my weapon: a broom.
Oh, and actually the opposite drams are much worse. I've just had a wonderful time with a literal dreamgirl and then a) I wake up b)I do not even remember her face. It has been quite some time since I dreamt anything like that though (my ex probably scared them.
That sucks. Hmm...wonder if it was between you and pk (Cthulhu-ism...)
If that was to me, I doubt it. I'm really not that interested in Cthulhu mythos.
It started with me waking in my bed in the middle of the night. I'd get up and go to leave my room for some unknown reason, when I opened the door - I discovered another dimension, It was as if my door was a portal, but wasn't leading anywhere, just blck emptiness, so I'd go back to bed all tripped out. Soon after, I would wake up again, get up and open my door - same thing would occur, but this time it was another dimension, hell. This went on & on & on, over & over & over, After a while it was becoming hard to determine whether I was naturally awake or if I was still dreaming, which made it, eventually, difficult to actually awaken. Once I finally woke up, I laid there for a moment wondering - so, I went to door once again and it was then that I made the connection. For quite a while afterwards, it was frightening - but after giving it some thought, it was from those times that I learned that with some practice, I could actuall control my dreams. It's amazing what you could accomplish within dreams - it's like a whole other world when you have control over it.
Good times.
The actual content of the fever dreams is nebulous and insubstantial, like an evanescent cloud of indeciferable motion and incomprehencible noises, but what I can recall can be summated in a short and simple sentance. "WOLVES ARE ****ING EVERYWHERE."
As for my dreams, they are often too incoherent for me to understand what the hell I was dreaming about in the first place. Its like channel surfing and the only shows that are broadcasting are bat guano insane.
Were the Wolves hunting owls? I thought they went for meatier game...
No, it was more like "Hey, there are a ****-ton of wolves everywhere."
"Wow, I wish there wasn't wolves everywhere."
Like me. Whenever I have a dream about the death of someone close, I'm always followed by a crow the next day. No joke.
Anyone have strange events happen to them in their waking hours that creeps them out after having a really wierd/scary/creepy dream?
Like me. Whenever I have a dream about the death of someone close, I'm always followed by a crow the next day. No joke.
Do you live in a place where crows are common? I ask because I find it more likely that you're just seeing crows around when you look, and not that any crows are following you. Most people can't really tell the difference between two crows at any kind of distance.
On that note, weird dream thing from a previous night... not really sure which part was dream and which part was thinking after I woke up, but I heard a knock on the door and thought to myself "Who would knock at this time of night?" After a pause another thought "Who would knock at this time of night, that wouldn't knock twice?"
Whereupon the dream either continued, or I went to sleep. After tying a shirt about my nethers1 and walking around the house real quick and checking that the doors were locked.
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1I found a shirt before I found sleep pants, and at 4 am that's good enough for my modesty.
Whereupon the dream either continued, or I went to sleep. After tying a shirt about my nethers1 and walking around the house real quick and checking that the doors were locked.
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1I found a shirt before I found sleep pants, and at 4 am that's good enough for my modesty.
O...k...
And seeing as how I was half-asleep at 4 am, I think that's a pretty darn good concession to modesty.
I remember having these dreams several different nights and being freaked out by them.
In constrast, last night, I had a dream that I was downloading songs for Beatles: Rock Band. But the songs weren't Beatles songs and ones which I already had for normal Rock Band. I figured it'd be fun to have multiple singing parts =P
In one such series, I was in a cemetery with several other people. We all wanted to get out, but if we moved, the statues would move to block us. Finally we felt something closing in quickly. Then the statues let us go and we instinctively ran for the far end of the cemetery where we had to hit a cyclone fence and get over it. Each night of the dream, one person didn't make it. They vanished into the wave of darkness. It was finally down to me and one guy, a heavy, curly-headed guy whom I called "Cubby" because of his Chicago Cubs jacket. When the dream started, we looked at each other like "Oh no. One of us is not going to make it." So we hatched a plan. Either we would both make it or neither would make it. When the statues let us go, we took each other's hand and ran like hell for the fence. We got there at the same time and he boosted me up to the top of the fence. I reached down and pulled him up and we both cleared the fence. There was an explosion and I woke up with a start.
There was one more dream after that. Cubby and I met each other in the city I described earlier. Rather than the dead of night, it was a bright, sunny day. We were relieved to see each other, but we also knew that the darkness was a little upset at us. We felt the familiar sensation and knew it was coming after us. Cubby took to the rooftops and I took to the alleys. We were going to make that thing find us. Before I disappeared into the alley, I saw the statues. They were on a vacant lot and glaring at me, very angry, but they couldn't move because Cubby and I had upset the rules of whatever they and the darkness were doing. I then made my run for the alleys and twisty, narrow streets, stopping only when I encountered a circle of colorful wagons (the gypsy and circus wagons). An old gypsy woman invited me in and the interior was much larger than the exterior. She pressed something into my chest and told me it would make the darkness powerless against me. I mentioned having to get Cubby to bring him there but she stopped me and said that he would find his own savior.
I only dreamed the cemetery and statues one more time, but this time I wasn't running through it. I was walking through it like I owned it. I triumphed over something, but I'm not sure what.
I've had other dreams, one-offs, that I thought were pretty cool. In one I was a spirit that guided the dead into the afterlife and was violating the rules of that game by appearaing to the bereaved and showing them the place where their loved ones would be waiting for them. In another, I was a primal spirit manipulating natural forces to balance the progress of civilization against the preservation of the wilds, and in another I was the wind, sailing my way all around the world.
I love those dreams!
Anyone have strange events happen to them in their waking hours that creeps them out after having a really wierd/scary/creepy dream?
Nope, but it does seem that when ever a friend of mine has a zombie dream, someone close to her dies within a few days.
So as a result she's deftly afraid of zombies. They creep her out like hell.
All of you guys dreams seem to make sense, I am somewhat envious. My dreams are either missing any semblence to reality or partly prophetic(always something insignificant like taking at test for a class that is in another town) sometimes both.
I once had a dream where I was 2D but after I died(in classic Mario fashion) the world around me was 3D. I fought a creature composed entirely of eyes(no eyelids), by winning a staring contest. Which caused it to explode. Around one week later I was flipping through the channels and I saw the eye-creature(it was from the first series of Power Rangers) for the first time, and then I played Super Mario Bros 2 which happened to be the 2D world in which I died(I had played the game before then but this time in the game I died in the exact same way I died in my dream).
That was one of the few dreams I've had(I've only had something around 20 dreams total).
I sleep naked half the time. So when I went to walk around the house, as some concession to modesty, I grabbed a long sleeved shirt and tied it around my waist so as to cover the manly bits. Didn't cover my arse, but I'm not nearly as worried about that being seen.
And seeing as how I was half-asleep at 4 am, I think that's a pretty darn good concession to modesty.
Concession to "modesty" is why I keep my jeans from the day before beside my bed. I get up, slip into my jeans and then whatever. (be it being awake in the middle of the night or getting up to get ready etc)
I had a semi wierd dream I guess it was wierd. Hard to say by my standards. I was standing, on nothing watching something which looked like a cross between It, and a Dragon eat tacos.
All of you guys dreams seem to make sense, I am somewhat envious. My dreams are either missing any semblence to reality or partly prophetic(always something insignificant like taking at test for a class that is in another town) sometimes both.
Eh. When you only remember a tiny snippet of a dream, it doesn't really have enough room to be terribly weird.
I sleep naked half the time. So when I went to walk around the house, as some concession to modesty, I grabbed a long sleeved shirt and tied it around my waist so as to cover the manly bits. Didn't cover my arse, but I'm not nearly as worried about that being seen.
And seeing as how I was half-asleep at 4 am, I think that's a pretty darn good concession to modesty.
Concession to "modesty" is why I keep my jeans from the day before beside my bed. I get up, slip into my jeans and then whatever. (be it being awake in the middle of the night or getting up to get ready etc)
On the other hand, when we woke in the middle of the night to some dill-weed breaking into our car, the look on his face when a big, naked guy came bursting out of the front door was priceless. It was like, as soon as he realized that yes, the big naked guy was running towards him, he couldn't get away fast enough! (Okay, admittedly it wasn't the brightest thing to do, but my husband and I got a big laugh out of the jaw-dropped expression on the punk's face!)
So what was his expression like? Was it like a
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So what was his expression like? Was it like a
Or was it
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So what was his expression like? Was it like a
Kinda of
but include that one where the smiley's jaw is hitting the floor.@Zombie_Babies: OMG LOL!
I need to start writing down my dreams.
I had my first truly bizarre dream quite recently. I was again drifting in and out of sleep. Each time I fell back asleep, I dreamed I was a geometric shape that was expanding. Then I'd wake up, go back to sleep and be a different shape that was expanding. Truly odd.
My wife has the best dreams; very violent. Her most entertaining was when a frozen turkey in the freezer got possessed by a demon and she killed it by mashing it to a paste with a cellphone.
All of you guys dreams seem to make sense, I am somewhat envious. My dreams are either missing any semblence to reality or partly prophetic(always something insignificant like taking at test for a class that is in another town) sometimes both.
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That was one of the few dreams I've had(I've only had something around 20 dreams total).
Eh. I have prophetic dreams like that sometimes. And you supposedly dream over 1000 times a night, but you tend to only remember the ones that hold significant importance, if at all.
I need to start writing down my dreams.
I know I do.
There's a word for prophetic dreams: Coincidence. ;) Dreams mean nothing beyond the fact you're entering the correct sleep cycles.
It's better your bubble is burst now so that you don't take these silly notions into adulthood with you. Kinda like Santa. He ain't no kind of real. ;)
There's a word for prophetic dreams: Coincidence. ;) Dreams mean nothing beyond the fact you're entering the correct sleep cycles.
Although it is kinda cool when your dreams nail pretty much every detail on the head. The only thing my "prophetic" dream missed were the rims on the car. (My dream had custom rims, the real one had stock rims.) Everything else was spot on right down to the dog at the side of the road.
Mostly, though, I don't get prophecies. I might get dreams of situations that are similar to something that happens later in the RW, and it does trigger a bit of deja vu, and yes, I do perk up and pay more attention and sometimes alter my actions (like taking the stairs instead of the elevator, taking a different route to work and so forth), but rarely do I see any evidence that something bad was definitely going to happen. Meh, maybe changing my actions altered the pattern or something.
I rarely dream, and when I do, I generally only remember a snippet when I wake up. The last one I remember was a few weeks ago, when I dreamed about a giraffe falling from a hot air balloon. Yeah. I don't know how I fit in there - was I the pilot, the giraffe, an observer, no idea - or how you fit a giraffe into a hot air ballon or why you would want to in the first place or why it fell off (the balloon was unharmed, the giraffe simply fell out of the basket), but there you go.
I just hope that one wasn't prophetic.
Well, I suppose that depends on how metaphorical you wanna be. I mean, you could go all after-school special on us and say that Santa lives in all of us or something like that.
Or just mention that santa is just based on an actual Saint Nicholas who died many years ago.
Maybe you dreamed about the giraffe because some sick part of you thought it would be funny to watch such an animal fall to their death... I know I would.
All of you guys dreams seem to make sense, I am somewhat envious. My dreams are either missing any semblance to reality or partly prophetic(always something insignificant like taking at test for a class that is in another town) sometimes both.
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That was one of the few dreams I've had(I've only had something around 20 dreams total).
Eh. I have prophetic dreams like that sometimes. And you supposedly dream over 1000 times a night, but you tend to only remember the ones that hold significant importance, if at all.
I meant of the dreams I remember, because if I don't remember them how would I know if I had any(I don't have any machines to monitor eye movement).
There's a word for prophetic dreams: Coincidence. ;) Dreams mean nothing beyond the fact you're entering the correct sleep cycles.
The human brain is mostly unused, we do not know the full extent of our own capabilities. Who is to say that it's not something that was predicted by my subconscious. As has been said before "Magic is simply science we don't understand yet". The likelihood that I predicted twenty questions and all four answers for each question to a class(and being interrupted by the teacher) I didn't even know existed is nigh-impossible, but so is the likelihood of it being a coincidence is also close to non-existent. I don't pretend to know the truth of it, I just don't rule it out completely(instead I relegate it to insignificance).
The human brain is mostly unused, we do not know the full extent of our own capabilities. Who is to say that it's not something that was predicted by my subconscious.
Eh, as an extraordinary claim, it requires extraordinary evidence. Just noting that you were right after the fact, quite simply, isn't enough, especially with humanity's predilection to ret-con our own memories, to find patterns from chaos, our own perception bias, and so-on.
Well, I suppose that depends on how metaphorical you wanna be. I mean, you could go all after-school special on us and say that Santa lives in all of us or something like that.
C'mon, man. Do you really see me saying something like that?
The human brain is mostly unused, we do not know the full extent of our own capabilities. Who is to say that it's not something that was predicted by my subconscious. As has been said before "Magic is simply science we don't understand yet". The likelihood that I predicted twenty questions and all four answers for each question to a class(and being interrupted by the teacher) I didn't even know existed is nigh-impossible, but so is the likelihood of it being a coincidence is also close to non-existent. I don't pretend to know the truth of it, I just don't rule it out completely(instead I relegate it to insignificance).
Isn't that brain thing, like, a myth or something? And who's to say? Me. That's who. Call it channeling part of my unused brain juice. I just know that we can't predict crap through dreams. That should be good enough, shouldn't it?
They can if they apply an arbitrary percentage to them like meteorologists do with their work.
I had a dream involving the eruption of Yellowstone last night. I survived the volcanic winter, along with many of the people I know. I apparently merged with something that gave me invincibility, immortality, and the strange ability to summon an unkillable attack kitten that tore several heavily armed (probably cannibal due to the lack of food) bandits apart offscreen.
Does not compute. If thar be animals, thar be food. If thar be unkillable animals, thar be unlimited food.