about spongebob with a chainsaw...he tried to kill me. It was freaking scary as hell.
Anyone else have a weird dream or anything else like that?
Anyone else have a weird dream or anything else like that?
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I liked to write down all the dreams I have in a journal right when I wake up so I can remember them perfectly
So far, I've got 32 dreams recorded in the last 2 months. I dream a lot, yes so I could pick a number of those to talk about.
So far, I've got 32 dreams recorded in the last 2 months. I dream a lot, yes so I could pick a number of those to talk about.
When I was young, I had a recurring dream involving crossing a particular piece of road.
Maybe not that weird, but seriously no matter what a dream was about, id end up on that flipping road
Maybe not that weird, but seriously no matter what a dream was about, id end up on that flipping road
I can normally do that with no problem...but i keep seeing spongebob running at me doing his freaking laugh with a chainsaw. It was like the chainsaw people out of RE4/5 and only spongy, yellow and gay.
I had a dream of Franklen the turtle with a Hitler mustache, marching out to his Nazi turtle soilders with "Hey its Franklin" playing in the backround.
My dreams are ether nightmares or creepy. Every blue moon one is...perfect! But on to the nightmare i had a dream i was burned and nail to the top of my school by the arms, i was still alive thou. no one noticed me or tried to help
Was it just a random road or did you know where it was?The Bucket said:
When i was younger i used to die, or get really close to death in dreams. I always remember this really loud and annoying ringing. Every time i heard that ringing in a dream i knew what was coming...
I had a weird dream last night, but can't remember it.... All I remember is waking up and thinking "That was weird...."
Usually my dreams include me suddenly being impacted or falling, since I always wake up flinching from the past dreams I've been having. It's fucking annoying, let me tell you.
So, years ago, I had this dream that I was sitting on a dockyard, dangling my feet out over the ledges. I was waiting for the Princes boat to arrive, so that I could meet him and take him across the city. I noticed, as I waited, that my mouth felt a little stiff, that I couldn't quite move my jaw as normal, but I thought nothing of it. It was late at night, and windy, but eventually I seen the lantern from the boat come into view. The prince got off, and greeted me - I began to escort him through the city. By now I'd noticed that not only had my jaw stopped working right, but my teeth felt loose, so I was a little worried, but I decided that as there was nothing to be done, I pushed on. Throughout the city, it was utterly quiet and unlit, so we moved quickly. I was fine, until he began to complain about his teeth too.
Eventually, I spot these piles of reddish mud with bits of white sticking out of it. At this point, the prince keels over, and begins to vomit up stuff that looks exactly like it - it's not mud, but rotting, decomposed flesh filled with gristle and bone and teeth. At that moment, my teeth begin to fall out of my mouth, and I feel violently ill. I cough up a lump of red blood, and wake up.
I didn't sleep for a week after that. I mean, really. Just couldn't.
Another dream!
Me and my partner were at the cinema watching a movie - we're sitting near the back, with the exits behind us. It's all going well until this gas floods the lower seats. At first people are just confused, but a minute later, everyone inside that area starts screaming this piercing, howling note, before vomiting up blood and dying. Me and my partner run - outside, this mist is everywhere, thick and obscuring, and we dash through the streets at night (my dreams always take place at night, dunno why) just following whatever paths aren't clouded in this fog. We end up in this grassy circle, with a single house unobscured, so we hammer the door to be let in as the fog closes on us. It gets closer and closer and I can almost feel it touch me and the door opens - we run inside and close it behind us. This old woman let us in, a pleasant lady who's unaware of the fog outside. All's fine for a little while, when I feel this pang in my stomach, followed by the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to scream. I wake up then.
And that's my dreams!
Eventually, I spot these piles of reddish mud with bits of white sticking out of it. At this point, the prince keels over, and begins to vomit up stuff that looks exactly like it - it's not mud, but rotting, decomposed flesh filled with gristle and bone and teeth. At that moment, my teeth begin to fall out of my mouth, and I feel violently ill. I cough up a lump of red blood, and wake up.
I didn't sleep for a week after that. I mean, really. Just couldn't.
Another dream!
Me and my partner were at the cinema watching a movie - we're sitting near the back, with the exits behind us. It's all going well until this gas floods the lower seats. At first people are just confused, but a minute later, everyone inside that area starts screaming this piercing, howling note, before vomiting up blood and dying. Me and my partner run - outside, this mist is everywhere, thick and obscuring, and we dash through the streets at night (my dreams always take place at night, dunno why) just following whatever paths aren't clouded in this fog. We end up in this grassy circle, with a single house unobscured, so we hammer the door to be let in as the fog closes on us. It gets closer and closer and I can almost feel it touch me and the door opens - we run inside and close it behind us. This old woman let us in, a pleasant lady who's unaware of the fog outside. All's fine for a little while, when I feel this pang in my stomach, followed by the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to scream. I wake up then.
And that's my dreams!
I can't really remember dreams, but I do remember some of the weirder snippets and larger sequences from my dreams:
1.I got a bacon sandwich published as a novel.
2.Being chased by french hitmen.
3.Being a republic commando in an industrial city being attack by 4 giant Rahkshi.
4.Finding my landing littered with cardboard trees.
1.I got a bacon sandwich published as a novel.
2.Being chased by french hitmen.
3.Being a republic commando in an industrial city being attack by 4 giant Rahkshi.
4.Finding my landing littered with cardboard trees.
Pfft, that's nothing. I once had a dream where I was standing in my front yard and looking at a huge purple moon. Then I turn and look around and various graffiti constellations appeared in the sky like they would in a planetarium... then for some odd reason it went into a big gray room with an elaborate staircase and a huge fountain where there were a bunch of Japanese guys doing a big broadway dance number while wearing white, orange, and green versions of what the Beastie Boys wore in their music video for Intergalactic.
Id describe it as an amalgamation of two roads I know, and id cross it the same way everytime... It was a bit like when tv shows use stock footage to save money.Genesis_Man said:
Great, my subconcious is really that much of a creative wasteland xD