Fighting and Killing in Dreams
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I once had a dream where i thought it would be a good idea to play james bond and grap the AK-47 from a terrorist. However unlike james bond i ended up with a hole in my chest, I did get three of em though. Lesson i learned? Don't try to be James Bond and expect to get away with unharmed.
It happened a few times some years back. I had just begun watching MLP and I kept having dreams where I were killing or hurting the ponies. It stopped after a few weeks though! I can't remember any dreams where I've killed anyone other than those I just mentioned but I'm sure it's happened.
I like my dreams where I run and jump really high and far like an anime character, usually with a sword in hand as I fight off hordes of enemies.
And then sometimes I have rage dreams where I crush someone's skull to gross little bits under my boot. You'd think that would be unsettling, but it's kinda cathartic.
Neither happens very often, but they do happen. I'm somewhat of a lucid dreamer anyways so things get really weird as I can control what happens, and that I remember almost all my dreams vividly.
And then sometimes I have rage dreams where I crush someone's skull to gross little bits under my boot. You'd think that would be unsettling, but it's kinda cathartic.
Neither happens very often, but they do happen. I'm somewhat of a lucid dreamer anyways so things get really weird as I can control what happens, and that I remember almost all my dreams vividly.
Most of my lucid dreams are more cerebral.
I have had these kinds of dreams though. However, it's not usually people I'm killing but rather large beastly things. The weird thing is that when I am killing/stalking people in a dream, I'm usually a rather large beastly thing.
Inner daemons I suppose, I got a few.
I have had these kinds of dreams though. However, it's not usually people I'm killing but rather large beastly things. The weird thing is that when I am killing/stalking people in a dream, I'm usually a rather large beastly thing.
Inner daemons I suppose, I got a few.
When I was younger, any time I used to dream about being in a fight I'd always be totally ineffectual and do no damage to anyone whatsoever. I've not run in a dream since I discovered all it accomplished was tire my legs out. I lucid dream to the point where I control myself and I'm fully aware of my surroundings, but I appear in the dream with an environment set up without my control and with memories that simply aren't my own.
Recently though, I had a dream about a fight - and I won. I think it's entirely linked to confidence. I used to have no faith in my fighting ability and in my dreams those doubts were made physical, but now I'm far more sure of myself so I think that's why.
Recently though, I had a dream about a fight - and I won. I think it's entirely linked to confidence. I used to have no faith in my fighting ability and in my dreams those doubts were made physical, but now I'm far more sure of myself so I think that's why.
Funny timing, this thread started up around the same time I woke up from one.
Basically these mafioso characters were under the impression that I was killing their guys (I wasn't, to my knowledge) and had brought me into a room with several torture devices on the table, telling me that I was going to suffer for what I did.
Unfortunately this was one of those super realistic dreams, so I was absolutely terrified out of my mind. I forget a lot of the middle part of it, but it ended with me strangling one of them to death while I stabbed the other two guards in the room with shards of glass I got from kicking out a window.
Did you know that it actually takes a really long time to strangle someone to death? Because I knew, which means that asleep me knew as well.
A solid two minutes of just strangling the life out of her was not a grand time.
Basically these mafioso characters were under the impression that I was killing their guys (I wasn't, to my knowledge) and had brought me into a room with several torture devices on the table, telling me that I was going to suffer for what I did.
Unfortunately this was one of those super realistic dreams, so I was absolutely terrified out of my mind. I forget a lot of the middle part of it, but it ended with me strangling one of them to death while I stabbed the other two guards in the room with shards of glass I got from kicking out a window.
Did you know that it actually takes a really long time to strangle someone to death? Because I knew, which means that asleep me knew as well.
A solid two minutes of just strangling the life out of her was not a grand time.
I used to have night terrors as a child that would leave me in such a bad state that I'd be weeping long after I woke up from the traumas in my dreams. I eventually developed lucid dreaming as a coping technique and became able to control great swaths of the content in my dreams. To this day, if I have a dream that starts out like it's supposed to be a nightmare, such as zombies eating people, giant monsters, war zones, ect, I instantly become impervious to harm and grant myself whatever powers I need. This has led to a lot of killing and other even less savory violent/sexual fantasy fulfillment in my dreams. I work through a lot of stress this way.
Every so often I dream of a zombie apocalypse, and I go around with either a handgun, or my hands pointed into a gun shape, and instead of actually shooting a bullet, I'll just say "Bang".
Every single shot, just "Bang." "Bang."
Yet somehow it kills most of the zombies... And when it doesn't work, I get all mad and stop to yell at the zombies for not dying.
"It was totally a headshot! No! You're supposed to be dead!" *ragequit dream*
Just wanted to share that, I find it amusing >.>
OT: I do a lot of fighting in dreams. I'd say 75% of my dreams are action movie style shooting/sword swinging/ general monster hunting. I'm usually protecting people, or just getting my ass kicked. Either way, it's never bothered me, and I enjoy them, so I win either way!
Every single shot, just "Bang." "Bang."
Yet somehow it kills most of the zombies... And when it doesn't work, I get all mad and stop to yell at the zombies for not dying.
"It was totally a headshot! No! You're supposed to be dead!" *ragequit dream*
Just wanted to share that, I find it amusing >.>
OT: I do a lot of fighting in dreams. I'd say 75% of my dreams are action movie style shooting/sword swinging/ general monster hunting. I'm usually protecting people, or just getting my ass kicked. Either way, it's never bothered me, and I enjoy them, so I win either way!
It would really depend on the type of water, the depth of the water, and the kinetic energy of the shockwave. Odds are not good for you though, as when you hit the surface, you still have to deal with the radiation. Really, unless you are a good distance away, you would be better off with the instant death scenario of G-Force shutting your body down.Whateveralot said:
OT: I have fighting dreams fairly often as I do martial arts, I have also been told that you build most of your muscle memory (neural pathways) while you sleep. To me that seems to imply that your dreams are trying to make sense of the work being done in your brain and body while you sleep. I could be way off, after all people much more intelligent than I can't figure out what dreams are made of, so why should I be able to.
I've had some hilarious dreams in the past that would start out as some unknown horror chasing me around (that part of the dream being terrifying) then those dreams would...well shift. I would be cornered and something in me would snap: I go full-out Kenshiro on the unknown horror; like so:
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I once had a dream where I was being chased by a large dog...then I jumped on its back, shifted up so that I was sitting on its neck and, began bouncing in a desperate bid to snap the things neck and thus eliminate the thread. This turned into my bouncing on the dog as though it was a freaking spring, at times my jumps would launch me 10's of meters into the air.
Generally when my dreams go violent, I almost never use guns. The few times that I do, they're horribly ineffectual against my threats. Likewise, I'm never shot in a dream no matter how close my assailant may be. It's like guns in my dreams are the same ones used by Dante and wos'-is-name from Too Human.
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I once had a dream where I was being chased by a large dog...then I jumped on its back, shifted up so that I was sitting on its neck and, began bouncing in a desperate bid to snap the things neck and thus eliminate the thread. This turned into my bouncing on the dog as though it was a freaking spring, at times my jumps would launch me 10's of meters into the air.
Generally when my dreams go violent, I almost never use guns. The few times that I do, they're horribly ineffectual against my threats. Likewise, I'm never shot in a dream no matter how close my assailant may be. It's like guns in my dreams are the same ones used by Dante and wos'-is-name from Too Human.
Relax, people here are telling how awesome is to fight and kill IN DREAMS. Criminal power fantasies not made real.OhJohnNo said:
Also some parts of your mind are just plain animalistic. But you also have reason, conscience, empathy, etc to balance things out.
That said I have fought my share of monsters in dreams. Zombies, vampires, Nemesis (from Resident Evil 3, managed to beat him up) a killer cat...
Also I dreamed once that I was a giant spider and fought the Masters of the Universe.
That makes sense, I have dreams about fighting people sometimes and I can be punching away and not hurting the person in anyway, so in a panic I usually end up suplexing them like I'm in a wrestling match. That seems to work.Winnosh said:
Sometimes I randomly start punching people for no reason and the person I'm punching ends up acting with complete apathy towards my violence.
I had that dream years ago, I was about 18 at the time and working in a bar (which is legal in the UK) and I had a dream that all the customers were alien brain parasite controlled zombies and I had to keep shooting them which wasn't really working, running out of ammo and running around trying to find some more. Not sure how dream ended, it was a long time ago.sky14kemea said:
I like how you felt the need to mention that your dream was following the legal alcohol serving laws. =PCatfood220 said:
I feel I should insert a joke about all customers being alien zombies, but I've never actually worked as a bartender. D:
I've never died in my dreams (that I remember anyway). I've killed dream-people before though, but it's always a frustrating experience. My weapons are always blunt or pointy things and they keep breaking on me!
Well, I once battled the physical avatar of death (in the form of a skeletal dragon) in a dark chasm while riding my own dragon... Can't remember if we killed it, though.
And there was that time I attacked some south pacific island with magic incendiary grenades after playing Just Cause 2 and reading the Codex Alera... that probably caused some fatalities...
And there was that time I attacked some south pacific island with magic incendiary grenades after playing Just Cause 2 and reading the Codex Alera... that probably caused some fatalities...
I'm afraid my mind is not that strict, I was actually 18 and working in a bar. I told a friend about the dream and he said that it probably said a lot about how I felt about the customers. I couldn't really disagree with that really.sky14kemea said:
I had a dream, incredibly disturbing actually. It didn't involve me 'directly' killing someone, but it still stands.
Basically I was working as a scientist, maybe even the leader of a factory which...processed people. People stood in lines- surprisingly complacent despite the largish windows clearly showing the abstract, incredibly dangerous machinery - waiting to climb into what I can only describe as a sort of assembly line sunbed type thing, basically a small lie-down chamber that would ferry them to the next part of the factory. A girl, who I was infatuated with at the time, was climbing into the chamber when this utter asshat (in real life as well as the dream) pushed her aside and tried to climb in, as if he was a spoilt kid and the factory was a good thing.
Anyway, I calmly walked up to him and directed him back into the the line before offering the chamber to the girl. When she got in, and was conveyed to the factory floor I went to the observation window to watch as she was, to put it politely, violently disassembled. I knew this was horrible and wrong, and I tried to wake up, but I couldn't, and I just watched her be pulled apart by these machines, which my foreknowledge said I had invented, for some god awful purpose, or maybe no purpose at all. Deep within my constructed history I also apparently knew that they were on a school trip for some reason. Only after watching the process finish was a granted some free will and woke up. I am missing out some details, but that dream caused me to avoid people for at least two weeks.
Basically I was working as a scientist, maybe even the leader of a factory which...processed people. People stood in lines- surprisingly complacent despite the largish windows clearly showing the abstract, incredibly dangerous machinery - waiting to climb into what I can only describe as a sort of assembly line sunbed type thing, basically a small lie-down chamber that would ferry them to the next part of the factory. A girl, who I was infatuated with at the time, was climbing into the chamber when this utter asshat (in real life as well as the dream) pushed her aside and tried to climb in, as if he was a spoilt kid and the factory was a good thing.
Anyway, I calmly walked up to him and directed him back into the the line before offering the chamber to the girl. When she got in, and was conveyed to the factory floor I went to the observation window to watch as she was, to put it politely, violently disassembled. I knew this was horrible and wrong, and I tried to wake up, but I couldn't, and I just watched her be pulled apart by these machines, which my foreknowledge said I had invented, for some god awful purpose, or maybe no purpose at all. Deep within my constructed history I also apparently knew that they were on a school trip for some reason. Only after watching the process finish was a granted some free will and woke up. I am missing out some details, but that dream caused me to avoid people for at least two weeks.
My dreams on this topic are a little disconcerting. It always comes down to two scenarios. Either I get hold of a weapon and have to go up against a large number of threats, be they humans/zombies/whatever weird conglomeration of terrible beasties my mind can conjure. I go out, get ready to fight, and then realise that the gun or sword that I'm getting ready to take on the horde with is a toy or just my empty hands.
The other scenario is that I find myself in a brawl with one or two individuals that I can't name, who I have no idea why I'm fighting them or what happened in the lead up to it. I end up having my ass handed to me, even though in reality I could probably crush them (based on their actions in the fight). I always move with exaggeratedly slow reflexes, like I'm underwater, or my strikes have none of the power that I could have put into them. I usually wind up on the ground with a knife pressed to my throat or other sensitive areas.
I think the reason for this is that I used to do a fair bit of Shotokan karate, and actually built up a lot of power and control, though I never had much speed. I gave up about four years ago, losing a lot of that strength and muscle memory in the interval, and I guess I now know on both a conscious and subconscious level that I wouldn't have half as much of a chance in a fight now as I would have then. I just wish my subconscious wouldn't remind me of it so bloody much.
The other scenario is that I find myself in a brawl with one or two individuals that I can't name, who I have no idea why I'm fighting them or what happened in the lead up to it. I end up having my ass handed to me, even though in reality I could probably crush them (based on their actions in the fight). I always move with exaggeratedly slow reflexes, like I'm underwater, or my strikes have none of the power that I could have put into them. I usually wind up on the ground with a knife pressed to my throat or other sensitive areas.
I think the reason for this is that I used to do a fair bit of Shotokan karate, and actually built up a lot of power and control, though I never had much speed. I gave up about four years ago, losing a lot of that strength and muscle memory in the interval, and I guess I now know on both a conscious and subconscious level that I wouldn't have half as much of a chance in a fight now as I would have then. I just wish my subconscious wouldn't remind me of it so bloody much.