I've come to the realization that I have dreams that are more vivid and weird than most, so since I have nothing else of any use to post in this forum, I figured I'd start this up:


So, here we go. This one comes from last night:




The dream started out with me partying with one of my friends. I got kinda drunk and began to drive home, but only made it a few miles before I realized that I needed to pull my car over and just sleep. So, I tilted the car seat back and fell asleep.

The sun was just starting to come up when I woke up and noticed an older guy walking toward my car from his house, but it had rained during the night and I couldn't see him all that well. I figured he was coming out to yell at me, so I started to drive away when he called me over. He told me to park my car and come talk to him and his wife. I obliged, and we started talking in their yard.

The conversation was pretty normal for finding some dude sleeping in his car at 6:30am. Where had I been? What was I on? etc. I could tell they were pretty nice people, so I stood there and conversed with them for a few minutes before trying to take my leave and get home. They wouldn't allow it, and instead they invited me in for breakfast. I accepted, and we all went inside. The guy's wife made food while we all sat around the kitchen and talked/laughed.

After breakfast, it was just natural that we kept talking over coffee and such, and before I knew it, it was early afternoon. I told them that I had to get back home to see my mother, and they made me promise that I'd be back later for dinner. I told them I would, and took my leave.

Pretty straightforward dream until right about here.

I came back for dinner, and after the meal the conversation took a serious tone. The guy ushered his wife out of the room and sat me down. He told me that the day and evening we were all sharing together would be his and his wife's last day alive. They were planning on committing suicide together later that night, and that's why they'd been so insistent on me being there the whole day.

He then told me about his son (they're only child), and how he didn't care about his parents and such. He asked if I would act as their surrogate son for the rest of the night, so that they could die knowing that someone loved them. I accepted, and we spent the rest of the night doing family kinds of things, all while talking and having a good time.

They basically just told me their whole life stories while being exceedingly happy that I was there to spend this one single day with them.

It was strange, but their suicide wasn't out of some sort of depression or whatnot. They had just decided that they had lived life to its fullest, they had seen everything, and been everywhere they wanted, and wanted to end it on their terms. So, while it was sad in a way, it was actually morbidly the happiest day of their lives.

Before I left that night, I made sure that they had everything they needed, and walked out of the house feeling happy for them.

The next morning, I heard the police report on the news, and directly after is when I woke up (45 minutes ago).

Sounds like the type of dream I'd have. Do you ever physically feel things that happen in your dreams?

(09-26-2011 01:33 PM)That Guy Wrote:  Sounds like the type of dream I'd have. Do you ever physically feel things that happen in your dreams?

I feel everything physically in my dreams. I thought that was a common thing that happened to everyone... ?

Apparently not

Gotta say the worst thing I've ever felt in a dream was being hit in the arm with a hatchet by some biker guy. Split my bicep open to the bone and started bleeding like a cheap swimming pool with a rip in the side. I was on the ground, and for whatever reason I tried to use that arm to get up, only to have my shoulder bones slide out of the wound, making it even bigger.

Shit was fucked.

Just had another one, which I've had twice before.



This one starts out with my family and I gathering up because we're all going to play golf. We meet at the course, and there's this building that looks like a military bunker. We decide to go inside to check it out, and it turns out to be this museum kind of place. From this point, the dream is completely narrated by my voice, and none of the characters in it actually talk at all.

It turns out that each of about a half dozen little exhibits are something that will happen in the near future.

I walk through it once, and notice that the first one is full of rats, the narration voice describes that the world will be overrun with rats and that the apocalypse will be happening.

The second one is a laser pointed up into the sky, and the voice says something about not worrying about the world dying because the world will live on after everyone is gone

I can't remember the fourth.

The fifth was the heads of two of my friends, and the narrator tells me that they will help me out in the end.

I can't remember the sixth.

Anyway, as soon as we're done looking through the museum, we go out to start our round. Once everyone is outside, the sky goes grey and everything is just completely overrun by rats. They are just completely destroying everything in their paths, and they're headed straight for us. I was able to get into the bunker, but nobody else was, and I waited in there for days until there was finally no more noise outside. So, I walked out of the door only to find my entire family dead.

Don't ask me why, but I stuffed them into the trunks of cars, and then sat down to plan out my next move.

This is where the dream start shifting between one of three people. There is a big black guy, a middle aged white woman, and me. We're not teamed up or anything, but it's like we're all the same person doing the exact same things at the exact same times in the exact same place. It's kind like whoever the dream is showing is the dominant part of that reality, and the main character will switch at seemingly random between the three.

Anyway, the narration goes on telling how I'm the last person alive in the world, and that I need to stay alive in order to make sure that life on the planet will continue on. I look back in the bunker and it is completely stocked with rations, so I'm good on that. And basically, the next days, weeks and months pass in kind of a montage where it's just showing whichever person doing whatever a person would do to keep themselves entertained if they were all alone over the course of a long fucking time. Finally, after about nine months, the dream slows back down and the narrator starts telling about how all of the electricity in the world is giving out because there is nobody to run the power plants and such.

The way this whole world was situated was out the front door of the bunker there was a small lake which probably took up only a couple of square miles. Directly across the lake was a forest of pine trees, and bordering the lake to the left was a long concrete walkway that led all the way across. This walkway was lined with this eerie purple lights that looked like they were set into the side when the concrete was first poured. Over the forest to the left you could see the haze of city lights, and over to the right all the way across the lake you could actually see the lights themselves.

When the narrator said that stuff about the electricity, I walked out the front door and looked to the left to see the lights on the haze go out, then looked to the right to see the lights themselves go out, and then looked back left to see those eerie purple lights slowly die over the course of a few minutes. It was absolutely black outside other than the stars in the sky. That sky was so clear that night, and the light pollution was absolutely zero, that it was absolutely the most beautiful star-filled sky you could ever hope to see. I stared out at that sky for a few hours until finally going to sleep.

The narrator began to say how it was time to do whatever it was I had to do in order to be spared of death. I look over, and the laser is turned on and ready to fire. So, I look at it, press the button, it fires off into the sky, and the narrator tells about how that signal will be picked up in a couple of hundred years, and then Earth will be visited by those who received it. They will then repopulate, and life will return to the planet.

With my duty done, I'm now useless, and it is told that in order for the laser signal to be received, I had to die also. The dream now turned into a Scorcese-esque kind of sequence where there's like violin music, and it's all in slow motion in order to elicit emotion, and that voice comes back to say that my friends will help me like it did in the beginning. I go back to the car I put them in, they haven't decayed one bit, and I look through their pockets to find this bottle of some chemical that looks kind of like nasal spray. I walk back into the bunker, think about my life for a minute or two, put the bottle tip in my mouth, press the plunger, and inhale. I do that a few more times, and then fall to the floor. The dream then takes an overhead angle, showing me laying on the floor, and then it slowly pans out. When it gets far away, I wake up and am like "wtf?"

20 seconds later, my alarm rings off, lol.

During the overhead angle, did it say "wasted" in big letters while the camera moved back and forth?

You should dream more often, I like reading these.

Lol, no.

I've had a few weird ones since my first post, but they weren't long enough to really make posts about. They were pretty much just little snippets in dozen dream nights.

Peachfuzz is da man.
With his dream memorizing n' shit

Most of my dreams revolve around the same things. A reoccuring thing that happens in my dreams is my teeth fall out. Huge chunks of teeth at the same time.

i gotta wake up and check they are still there.

and then ontop of that i have alot of police dreams where im on the run

I hate dreams where you lose your teeth.

Makes me wake up freakin out checkin my teeth

I've only ever had one dream where I've lost my teeth, and that was a damned weird one, but I'm not going to post that now.

Last night was full of weird fucking dreams, and they were all short ones. I couldn't sleep for FUCKING SHIT, so I basically got to sleep right after I laid down... for about 30 minutes. Woke up, and then took 10 minute naps on and off until 5:15 or so, and then slept until 7. I think it was because I slept at someone else's house on a makeshift bed that I created out of couch cushions, and also because stopping and starting my dreams threw them into weird places.

Anyway, the first one out of the two I'll post happened in a bunch of 10 minute chunks during the on and off sleep I was getting.

I dreamt that I was laying there facing the door (which I was), but this door had a glass plate in it that was covered by a shoddy set of blinds (which it wasn't. it was a solid door). Anyway, I'm dreaming that I'm looking through a couple of the missing blinds and out across the road to the next house, and also that it is like 6:30am because it looks like the sun is just about to rise.

While I'm looking through this hole, I see this black dude's face staring back at me, so I quickly jump up and make sure the door is deadbolted (which was in the correct place, oddly enough). It was, and I laid back down to stare out of the blinds again. This time, he's standing out in the front yard staring at the house, and he's talking to this other guy. I don't know what they're saying, but it comes to me that they're going to firebomb the house. I get up, wake up my sleeping compatriots, and we go to run out the back only to find that the house is surrounded, and everyone has grenades in their hands.

The dream ended there because I realized that I was going into a nightmare and woke myself up.


The second one is kind of funny in a way:

The dream started out with me riding on this london style double decker bus, but instead of regular bus seats, it had small tables and chairs. Apparently, I owned this roving restaurant, and walked over to a group of people sitting down to offer them some drinks. I bring them their shit, and then get off of the bus outside of this apartment where I supposedly live.

Now, this apartment building has a big boat dock attached to it, and apparently everyone who lives there has their own boat. I'm apparently doing pretty well with my bus-restaurant business because mine is the biggest in the marina. It is one of those ones that looks like a two story pontoon boat and cruise ship rolled into one, though it isn't quite THAT big, though it is large enough.

So, I take this boat out onto the water one day all by myself, and I get pretty far out to sea where I find this dude stranded in his red speedboat. I ask him what the hell he's doing out there in that kind of watercraft, and he says that he's trying to captain a fishing trip. I laugh, and offer him to borrow my boat if I can take his. He accepts, and I drive his speedboat back to my marina. We do this pretty much every day for like a week, and finally the cops come by to ask what the hell is going on. I explain it to them, and then I wake up because I realized how fucking stupid that dream had become.

There was another one that had to do with walmart, but that one was interspliced with the firebombing one, so it is completely hazy, and all I can remember doing is grabbing a shotgun and running down a security hallway.

God damn. I just had a continuation of a dream that I first dreamt almost a year ago.

The initial dream centered around a girl who I call "The Girl in Pink Shoes" because I see her in some of my dreams, and she's always wearing pink canvas tennis shoes.

Anyway, in the first dream, my friend Russ and I killed some dude, and that girl saw us. We tried talking to her and such, but she was going to report us regardless of what we said, did, or offered her. She was not to be bought off. So, we snatched her up, took her to Russ' basement, killed her, chopped her up, and soaked her in high molarity nitric acid until she completely dissolved, bones and all, and then just poured her into the ocean. End of first dream.

The dream I just had picked up on the following day when Russ and I were super paranoid about being caught. In real life, Russ is literally paranoid-schizophrenic. It's mild, but he takes anti-psychotics in order to deal with it, and I am always calming him down because he blows pretty much every situation way out of proportion and thinks that we're going to be arrested for just about anything we do. None of that was lost on this dream. Fucker was about having a heart attack, and while I was telling him it was going all be cool, I was flipping shit on the inside too.

Well, it turns out that someone saw what we were doing, and decided to come blackmail us. We killed him with the quickness, but didn't know how to get rid of the body because we had used all of the acid for the girl. So, we walk upstairs into the kitchen and look out the window. Across the street we see this building and I remember that it is a forge. There were stories of the owner killing his son and sticking him in the molten metal, but that was never confirmed. It seemed like our only shot, so we waited until the small hours of the morning, and headed over/threw that bitch in. We watched him burn down to nothing, and left happy that it was untraceable.

Now Russ is about to friggin' crack though, and I tell him that I'm going to go think for a few minutes. When I return, Russ isn't Russ. Russ is some semi-flamboyant gay dude, but I still recognize him as Russ, and I still know that whoever this person is, we have now killed two people together. We're talking about it, and we decide to sweep the basement for clues that would lead anyone to us.

When we get to the bottom of the stairs, the basement is now a cluttered mess of mannequin heads and the floor is strewn with numerous items like fake hair, makeup, and one pair of pink canvas tennis shoes. We immediately start freaking out, and grab the shoes, but we notice someone looking at us through the window. At this point, it's getting to be like "fuck, we have to kill someone else? Seriously? God damn it!"

So, we kill this dude, but since we've already used the forge and acid, we're really out of ideas. We're trying to think of something to do with the body when Russ' (still some gay dude I have never seen in my life) parents show up. That is really strange because Russ' mom died (in real life) when we were 14. She almost comes down the basement steps when I run up to meet her. She asks for Russ, and I tell her that he's in the process of making a new mannequin, and can't be disturbed. She seemed very happy with this fact because apparently Russ is a maker of mannequins and he's very good at it. She demands to see his work, but I say something like "you know how he is when he's doing his thing." She agrees, and they leave.

We decide that the best course of action would be to drive somewhere out into the woods and bury the body.

The dream gets a little silly from here on out, but realize that I always viewed whoever was killing these people with me as Russ regardless of who they became.

We're driving out to the forest, and I look over to see Henry Rollins (Russ) riding next to me. He starts talking about he's going to flip on me if I don't give him what he wants. He knows that I'm going to be writing a book, and he says that he wants all of the profits from it so that his daughter (Russ doesn't have children, irl) is taken care of. I try to explain to him that it very likely is just going to be something small and stupid, but he is insistent.

We finally get to our destination, and there's this old, crumbled building where we go to talk. I try to negotiate with him, but he won't budge. Finally, I told him that I'm not going to be blackmailed anymore, and that if he wants to flip, then he should do it, and I'll just bring him down with me. He walks into the next room making like he's going to call the police, and then comes back saying that he's reconsidered. I knew the fucker was bluffing.

Anyway, we walk out of the building, and the world is now South Park. We see someone has lit a fire, and walk over to see who it is. It's some homeless guy who is naked except for wearing a leopard print thong. We don't even say anything to him, we just lay the body in front of him, give him some money, and walk away. As we're driving away, we can see him digging a hole and wearing pink canvas tennis shoes.

We get back to town, and we're back in the normal world. Russ is even Russ again. It is now like 6:30 - 7am, and we stop at some gas station for energy drinks. The counter girl takes a liking to me, and I fuck her in the freezer while Russ sits and waits in the car. I finish up, walk out the door, get in the car, and we drive away.

Then I wake up (9:38am), and notice that I somehow missed my alarm by 3 hours 8 minutes. Now, I'm wasting even more time typing this up.

I've had similar dreams, where I can't stop killing people because they keep catching me killing other people. It's a fucked up feeling to experience while you're sleeping and supposed to be relaxed.

(10-20-2011 12:51 PM)That Guy Wrote:  I've had similar dreams, where I can't stop killing people because they keep catching me killing other people. It's a fucked up feeling to experience while you're sleeping and supposed to be relaxed.

I'm going to keep touting it like a broken record. You really need to teach yourself how to lucid dream.

While the one I just described sounds like it was nightmareish, when you learn how to lucid dream, it becomes more like you're watching a movie and can choose to intervene or not at any point in time. It's a weird duality watching the movie while also playing a character in it simultaneously, but it is pretty friggin' cool.

But really, it feels just like you're sitting at home on your couch, completely comfortable with everything around you, and you're watching an awesome movie that you're completely enthralled with.

That's one of those things that I've always had the intention of learning but never actually taken the time to do it. How do you do it? I'd google it but I'd rather take it from someone who knows.

There are a lot of methods, and the more often you use a combination of the ones that work best for you, the better you'll become at it.

The ones that worked best for me were:

1. After laying down, repeatedly telling myself that I am going to sleep, and everything from then on will be a dream
2. Laying still in bed after waking up for a few minutes, and trying to remember every possible detail of the dream
3. Writing down the details that are remembered, i.e. keeping a dream journal

I started doing this stuff when I was like 10 or so, and now I'm to the point where I lucid dream pretty much every night automatically without using any of these tricks. There is a learning curve though, and you shouldn't expect to be great at lucid dreaming the first time. You might not be able to control everything, or really anything, in the dream because you're not fully conscious that you're dreaming until you've practiced it over a span of time. Some people are better at it than others though.

The hardest thing to do is to stay asleep once you realize you're dreaming. At that point, your brain's natural reaction is to turn on and wake up because you're actually conscious while you're sleeping. I find that spinning around or falling backward in the dream helps with that though.

The biggest thing that freaks people out is sleep paralysis. It pretty much feels like someone is sitting on your chest, that you can't breathe, and you're fully aware that this is happening to you, but you can't do shit about it other than be stuck somewhere between awake and asleep. It happens every so often to me still, and I deal with it by making my body shake/shiver like I'm cold. After I'm fully awake, I'll change sleeping positions, and it will usually stop. Sometimes it will happen a few times over though. You just have to realize that sleep paralysis happens pretty much every night, but you're just not ever conscious of it. It is nothing to be afraid of, and it is completely natural.

I had a dream last night that I don't remember the specifics of. The weird part is that me and Ivan were eating these burritos with weed and slugs with giant eyes in them, and acting like there was nothing wrong with them at all. Felt like an Odd Future music video.

this reminds me of a dream a couple weeks ago i had. I mastered arcade games with my dong and all the ladies wanted on it, oh yeah.
goddamn fuzz those dreams are nuts

Haven't updated this in a while because I've been lazy, but here's one I had this morning:

The setting was a zombie apocalypse, but not these weren't the normal kind of zombies we're used to seeing. These were alien zombies. Yeah, that sounds cheesy, but it was pretty fucking cool actually. These aliens looked identical to humans, except for their eyes glowed white, almost like someone dug everything out of the eyeball itself,and put a bright fucking LED in there. Also, every one of them looked the exact same. They all looked like a 6' tall, skinny white guy with a stubbly, shaved head. And, they all wore the same clothing, which was a tattered/bloody sky blue, untucked button up shirt with a pocket on the left breast, and black dress pants with black shoes.

Anyway, these aliens somehow discovered how to reanimate their dead, and also gave them a hive mentality so that they were all individually, yet simultaneously, obedient to a central source of control. So, it wasn't like these zombies just wandered around aimlessly biting people, they were being used to wage war upon humans so that the planet could be colonized. They pretty much grouped in small phalanx type of formations, and would act completely in sync with each other. That was probably the creepiest part about them apart from their glowing eyes.

Most of the dream was the run-of-the-mill zombie survival stuff, but there were a couple parts that were fucking awesome. They both happened near the end.

The dream was basically movie style, where I was watching all of the action going on, but I wasn't participating or anything. Anyway, the group of people are running away from the zombies, and one of the women, who is really athletic, strangely falls behind. She got caught up in a building and had to find another way out. The group is ahead of her behind a chain-link fence which is across a gas station parking lot from a cornfield. She runs through the corn and kneels down in the parking lot so none of the zombies spot her.

Suddenly, the mass of zombies parts in two so that they can let this huge machine through. This thing is one of the most awesome things I've ever seen in any dream I've ever had. It was a huge farm combine harvester that was painted blue (http://images.farmingads.co.uk/ch.jpg), and attached to the end of each one of the tines on the front were these pure white zombie wolves, which also had glowing eyes.

Everything stopped for a moment, and the view shifted overhead so I could see the whole scenario. She was being flanked to one side by a couple of zombies, and the bad ass zombie wolf combine harvester was starting to come through the corn to the other. Just then, the woman's voice started narrating in her head, and it went something like this:

"The average human can sprint at approximately fifteen miles per hour over the course of about thirty seconds. The human brain can process billions of pieces of information each second allowing for complex thought and problem solving. (She starts climbing up this twisted metal wreckage) If I made a break for it now, I would never make it... but what if I give myself a boost?"

She gets to the top of the wreckage with zombies climbing up after her when she starts running, and uses the flimsy piping on the end as a springboard to catapult herself forward, and she lands to the ground in that typical action movie landing pose, then she narrates to herself..

"Will I have time?"

Just as she starts to run to the group, the harvester is coming through the corn into the parking lot at full speed while the wolves are making the most ferocious sounds you could ever imagine, and the zombies are beginning to close in on her.

Right at that point, the assholes outside turned on their table saw, and I woke up.

Holy shit, I just woke up from this one.

I took a babysitting job, although I have no idea why because I hate kids (even moreso now). I got to the house, and it was just me and the mother. She was kinda MILFy, and we started making out on her couch. I went for her zipper and she stopped me, because her daughter had woken up and was standing behind me, watching us. So she got ready for work, and I started making breakfast for her daughter. As soon as the mother left, more kids started coming out of nowhere, and then adults started waking up and coming out into the living room. One was reading the newspaper in a recliner, another was doing her hair in the bathroom, another was sitting at the breakfast table drinking a cup of coffee; everyone was doing normal things that might be a part of someone's morning routine. I wondered why the lady would hire me to babysit if there were all these other adults around, but decided not to ask because I was being paid a ridiculous amount of money to do it (don't remember how much though).

So I took the little girl outside to play, and soon realized that this was a huge piece of property. There was a full playground in what I figured to be the back yard, complete with a full-sized basketball court, a hopscotch court painted on the asphalt to the left of it, an enormous jungle gym, a bunch of slides, monkey bars, and a tetherball court. I looked around, and the place was swarming with kids. The little girl ran off into the crowd immediately and for whatever reason I didn't chase her, just thought fuck it, I'll find her later. I walked across the playground to the basketball court, where a bunch of kids were beatboxing in sync while another kid rapped. He was really good too, not the normal off beat, money-and-hoes fake gangsta shit kids try to rap about these days. I remember being really impressed with him, and approaching him after he was done to talk about possible collaboration. He said he'd get back to me on it, and we went our separate ways.

I continued across the playground and as I looked around, I noticed that it was surrounded by a huge white building with a mexican-looking roof that included the house I came out of. I went inside one of the doors, and it was a high school type of setting. The first person I saw was a fat kid who resembled the gothopotamus, and I laughed at that reference in my head as I walked past him. He somehow knew I was laughing at him, and we ended up fighting. He kicked my ass, and a guy who looked like a hippy straight out of the 70's came and broke it up, then kicked the gothopotamus' ass in front of everyone who was there, leaving him a crying, bloody mess in the middle of the hallway.

I began looking for the office of the high school, so I could inquire about what exactly this place was. When I found it, it looked deserted with the exception of one guy sitting at a desk in the corner. He wasn't doing anything, just sitting there with his hands folded on the desk. I asked him about the little girl I was supposed to be watching, and he told me not to worry because there was plenty of staff around to take care of her if she were to turn up. There wasn't much I could do at that point, so I thanked him and turned around to leave. Right before I left the office, he said "you know, you really shouldn't just be walking into any old room in this building. It's rude, you know." I apologized and left.

I continued down the hallway, looking around at the old style architecture of the place. It really was a neat old building. Then I saw the little girl probably 20 yards or so ahead of me. I called out to her, and she turned around, motioning with her hand for me to come to her. I followed her down a few flights of stairs and into what looked like an emergency operating room. A doctor asked me "Are you ready for your operation now? We've been waiting all day. It's rude to keep people waiting, you know." I replied with something along the lines of "I don't remember setting any doctor's appointments, maybe you have me mixed up with someone else." He looked to his right and left, nodding to the EMT's who weren't there when I walked in, and they grabbed me and began strapping me down to the operating table. I managed to break free, grabbing a huge chef's knife off the table with all the doctor's tools on it, and ran for the elevator, where a tall, muscular guy in a suit stood with a blank expression on his face (he looked kind of like Lurch now that I think about it). I got in, and told him that I wanted to get to ground level. He hit a button that said "INCINERATION" on it, so I stopped the doors from closing and got off; he didn't try to stop me.

I ran up the same stairs I used to get down here, but must have gone through the wrong door or something because when I went through it, it lead me to a room full of nuns and doctors. I panicked and ran for the nearest door, and one of the nuns warned me not to go in there because "it's the storage room, full of unsightly procedural failures". I didn't trust her, and took her warning with a grain of salt. I opened the door, went down a few stairs, and saw an endless (probably infinite) number of jail cells with mutated people in them. I could tell that some of these people had been made entirely out of donated body parts, while others had just been "fixed" in several different ways. I threw up, ran back up the stairs and through the door, and was greeted again by the nuns and doctors. One of the doctors asked me "Are you ready for your operation now? We've been waiting all day".

I took off running again, and went through the first door I saw that had sunlight pouring through the window. As soon as I stepped foot outside, I heard a sound like a power failure, and the sun went out. Then a huge canopy shaped like a circus tent started covering the entire property, so I ran to the edge of it to look for a way out. I used the knife to cut a slit in the side of it, and the little girl (the one who got me into all this shit) pointed at me and screamed "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GO OUTSIDE THE TENT!". An alarm started going off, and the tent began collapsing. I ran around the perimeter of the property (which was enclosed by a cartoonishly tall iron fence), looking for a gate to let myself out. I looked behind me as I ran, and noticed that there were two women chasing after me with huge knives like the one I was carrying. They caught up to me, and one of them tackled me to the ground. I stabbed her in the head about four times, and tossed her off of me. The second woman said "This is really how you want it, huh?", and we proceeded to get into a knife fight. I got cut five or six times and was bleeding pretty bad, when I finally found a gate. I went through it, slammed it shut, and collapsed at the feet of someone who looked like a valet.

I woke up in the operating room where I had almost been strapped down to the table, and everyone around me was dead. I stood up, completely healed, and walked out the door. They seemed to be getting deliveries of corpses, all on the surface they had died on (one was brought in on a section of hardwood flooring, another couple was brought in on a hide-a-bed couch, my parents were brought in on their bed). I broke down and cried at the foot of my parents' bed, until two movers came in and took it away, dumping their corpses on the floor in front of me. I went outside again, and the playground was deserted. Nobody seemed to be there anymore. I looked behind me, and everyone who was there seconds ago was gone too, even the dead ones.

So I found the gate again, let myself out, and went home. Then I woke up (still inside the dream) next to the MILFy mother who had given me the job that started all of this. She fucked me like she had just gotten out of prison, then told me that my payment was sitting in a briefcase by the front door. I looked inside the briefcase, and it was full of $50 bills. I thanked her, ate her pussy, then left right after she squirted for a few minutes straight (think Cytherea in .gif form).

Then I actually woke up, and started typing this before I forgot it all. I know I forgot some parts of it, but I had to get this out of my head because to be honest, I'm still not entirely sure what's real and what's not right now.

Holy fucking shit, dude. That is one crazy fucking dream. I really hate it when you wake up into real reality from complex dreams and have no idea if you're in the real world or not. That kind of shit can fuck with you for days/weeks. I don't know about anyone else, but I can kind of place myself inside of other people's dreams so that I can sort of experience thems myself when I'm hearing/reading about them. I would have been going fucking bonkers.

I've been kind of neglecting this thread because I've just been too lazy to type shit out, but this past week or so, I've been having recurring "godzilla" dreams nearly every single night.

It all started out with this one last Thursday:

I was on some business trip, and was staying at a Holiday Inn type of motel on the 3rd (top) floor. Across the parking lot, there was a tiny convenience store without a gas station, and there was also a single story brown brick structure that I thought was like a pump house or something.

Anyway, I take my business meeting for the day, get back to my room, sit down in the desk chair to relax and check shit on the internet. I pull up netflix, and start watching some war movie, though I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked me. At one point in the movie, a bunch of bombs are going off with gunfire and everything is just going nuts. I go to take a shit during this scene, and can still hear it playing the whole time. I walk back out of the bathroom, not really paying any attention to the computer, and instead flop on the bed to take a nap. A few minutes later I notice that the what I am hearing and the movie itself are out of sync. So, I go to check my computer, and the movie has progressed to a different point, but I'm still hearing loud a loud rhythmic "booming," and gunfire. I turn to look out my window, and I can see godzilla about two blocks away from my hotel. Thankfully, I had already shit, or I would have shit myself right then and there. The only thing about this godzilla is that he was like five times larger than anything I'd ever seen on screen.

I ran down the stairs to the lobby, peeked out to make sure I wouldn't be seen, and then booked it across the parking lot toward the pump house. There was a guy laying there dead with an M-16, so I grabbed that up, and tried to inch myself around the the corner so I wouldn't be seen. Just then, the fucking giant lizard thing stomped on the hotel and crumbled it into mere rubble. He saw me and started coming for me, so I ran for this train bridge which spanned about a 200ft. drop into a lazy river. I knew that I wasn't going to make it all the way across the bridge without him catching up to me, so I jumped down into the water, dove down underneath the surface, and swam the the current until I hit a system of sewers.

I walked throughout the sewers, and I could hear him stomping up above ground, with all of the gunfire. I could hear people screaming and dying. It was pretty insane. I finally came upon a sewer grate, so I climbed the ladder, opened it up, and I was right back to the little pump house. The fucker saw me again, and started coming after me. All I could think to do was fire the M-16. I was right under his legs when I woke up because my phone rang.

That one dream has sparked almost every one of my dreams since then to end in some sort of godzilla like way.

Like last night. I can't remember what the fuck I was dreaming about before the end, but I do remember running into this house that was right at the foot of a small hill which was covered in grass, not trees. I went to look out the back window when I started to hear that rhythmic booming, and there appeared godzilla walking over the crest of the hill. I said "fuck this, I'm not going to have this dream again," so I woke myself up.

I have had a recurring godzilla dream before. I have had this one probably six times that is in all black and white, centered in Japan, and everything is in like model size. Basically, I lead Godzilla throughout a whole bunch of crap while I'm riding my bike, then I lead him up and down some vines until I'm finally able to escape. However, I have never had another Godzilla dream outside of that one, and I have never once had any recurring dream happen nightly for more than two or three straight days. The shit is fucking weird.

That does sound pretty fucked. I haven't dreamt of Godzilla before, but I hid in a building one time that turned out to be a transformer that crushed me inside of it when it shifted to robot form.

I remember one small part of a dream I had as a kid. I was at somesort of fancy dinner and was wearing a suit and the collar and tie felt like it was buttoned/tied to tight and it was choking me. That's all I remember from the dream. Once I woke up my sheet was wrapped around my neck a few times and I was actually choking. Shit was crazy. I have no clue how my sheet came of the matress and wrapped around my neck like that. People tryna kill me in my sleep.

I had a dream...

It starts off. I'm getting a ride from work to school and I'm getting scolded. The sun

is just coming out and school is way out of town in a fancy neighborhood. Everything is

clean and perfect, the houses, the stores, the lawns, the streets. It's early October. I

can tell because of the colors of the trees, and the temperature outside. The trees are

big, the grass is a deep green. The streets are winding with big open spaces in them as if

someone took lakes and ponds and made them into ass-fault.

Asshole drops me off in the back of the school, it's the beginning of 9th grade and I

head to the door with my head phones on. Immediately a guy says something to me from my

right side as he stands around a group of people. He's talking shit but I ignore him

because I'm still high and in a uncaring almost blissful mood.

I walk down a short flight of stairs to the basement, I'm heading to the principles

office. To my right there is a big wooden brown door with smoked glass that you can only

see light and shadows through, to my left there is another door just like it, I walk

through it. The walls look tan and yellowish. The hallways are very wide and not so tall.

The hallways are about 10 feet wide and 8 feet tall. There are no doors on the left and

two light yellow damaged kitchen doors connected to each other on my right, two big wooden

doors with smoke glass connected to each other in front of me. I walk passed the kitchen

doors through the big wooden doors and there are four doors to the right of me spaced out,

15 feet, 10 feet, 15 feet, 20 feet, then there is a wall with one big wooden door with no

window on it in front of me.


I'm walking and someone comes out the last door on my right, it's a heavy set woman

about 55 years old, 160 pound's, 5'7. I notice she is the principle and say something to

her, we go in her office and she sits me down.

Right off the bat she's scolding me. She's telling me she will not tolerate my poor

grades and fighting in her school. She's read my record and she doesn't like it.
I head to class and up the stairs.

The classes up stairs are old fashioned, the walls are gray and the tables are big

wooden and black. The windows are huge and only on the right side of me, the sun is shining

in but not directly on me.


I Go home and to sleep. I wake up and its almost pitch black in my room, the only light

is coming from my VCR screen, the characters are green and in an old 90s style. My stereo

and CD player are newer and have blue characters on LCD screens. I can make out a mess on

the floor, a mattress lays near one of the door ways and there's Xbox stuff on the

mattress.

I get another ride to school and go back down the stairs and through the big wooden

door but this time i go into the kitchen. Immediately there is a door to my left and a big

table about one foot off to the right of the door I had just walked through and three feet

in front of me.
The table is about 6 feet long and 4 feet high, it is a butchers table.

Kitty corner to me is a man in the corner hacking up some kind of animal body on a meat

hook with a big blade, his back is to me, the animals body is in the corner of the room. I

take a knife off the table and I cut his throat from behind, and start stabbing him

repeatedly and slashing his body.


I wake up. It was a dream. I go to school. The school day goes by and I go home.

I have the same dream again that night but slightly different. Then I wake up and get

ready for school. My room is dark again like always and there's a mess on the floor where I

had gotten undressed the previous night.

A small mattress lie on the floor, with my clothes folded neatly on the mattress. One

window has the shades open and it's a dark gray morning. Probably around 5am.


I get dressed and go downstairs and hop in the car. My mom is driving me today. On the

way there my mom changes from my mom to the asshole, he is bitching at me about work.

On the way there the sun can be seen once in a while when the rapidly moving clouds

pass by. The clouds look black and the sun is low. The neighborhood has no street lights so

everything is dark. My kind of day.

I walk into school and I go downstairs again and walk into the butchers kitchen. The

butcher turns around and says hi. He goes back to work.

I sneak up behind him and grab the giant blade out of his hands, he lets go with no

struggle surprisingly and I slit his throat, this time I'm facing him. His eyes are open

wide but he wont die.


I take a giant slice at the back of his neck and he falls on his knees. It's a mess but

I don't get any blood on me. As quick as I can I walk out of the butchers kitchen and take

a right through the big wooden doors with the four doors inside. I'm going to kill everyone

in them starting with the principle.

A pretty woman walks out of the third door to my right. She's a white woman, about 30,

thin, dressed in a black skirt, tarnished shoes and a leather coat. Her black hair is

combed back and she smiles as she walks up to me. I'm wearing black khaki Dickies, a gray

sweater and a black thin khaki's coat.

I turn around ( I'm heading in the same direction she is heading) to make sure she

doesn't go into the butchers kitchen. If she does, I'm going to kill her. I've talked to

this woman before, she's the school counselor but I don't recall her name.


I have the same big long knife I used to kill the butcher in my deep right pocket, with

the handle of the blade sticking out but covered by my coat. I walk with a straight leg and

cover my hip (where the handle is) as to not give away that I have a big bowie knife in my

pocket. I think she notices it and she puts her arm around my waist as to give me a

friendly hug but to really double check but I politely push her hand away making sure her

hands don't go anywhere near the knife.

We start talking to each other and I walk with her as we walk passed the stairs leading

outside to the back of the building and through the other big wooden doors. I haven't been

this way before. We walk about twenty yards out another set of doors and outside.

She is asking me questions about home and I sense she knows I have a knife. I predict

she's going to try to be my friend and talk me out of killing anyone, she doesn't know I

have and I wont give up now, I've come too far to just turn myself in with only one lousy

kill. I'm not angry, I am actually really relaxed, almost as if I were high on weed. Back

in 9th grade I did that practically every morning.


The day was beautiful, it was cool and a little windy like an October day. About 75

degrees and it was dark, almost as if it were 8pm instead of 6 am. But it was more than

that we could see the black clouds moving across the sky in the huge open lot down the

road, with big giant oak trees in the grass and open lots all over the windy roads.

We're walking and she reaches around me again and this time I'm almost sure she felt

the handle of the blade before I realized where her hand was and pushed it away. She fooled

me because she had rested her head on my shoulder and I'm I turn into a sucker when girls

do that. I don't want to kill her here, not here in the open.

She suddenly seemed to turn really interested in me almost as if she thought I was cool

now, and more than just an interesting boy to talk to on our walk. I think the knife played

a part.

We take a right turn and walk back into the school, as we're walking in an old lady walks

threw the door and catches a glimps at the big knife under my coat and in my pocket. I

realize I have to kill her now, and then as I head for the old lady the councelor tells me

no, and I hear another student on the walkway above me.

I ditch the old lady and go after the other student, just then the lights turn on in a

smoked glass window on the wall and the saw starts up for cutting meat, i hear a classroom

of kids screaming and there are words writtten in blood on the glass. It says Saw, and some

other words I couldn't make out. Then I woke up.