Messed up dreams.
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Sometimes I have wierd dreams where like.. my house is haunted or something, and I'll see a ghost in a mirror, or nearby me and I can't move.. so I'll try to close my eyes, but somehow can see through them. Usually ends with me waking up with sleep paralysis xP
The one dream I'd file under 'disturbing' is the one where I dreamt that beans were made from cats.
The rest of the memorable ones have been more weird than anything else, examples include:
Helping to paint Stephen Fry's hallway (red with gold stencilling, very classy, as you'd expect)
Being chased around a shopping center by the Borg, in the company of Pierce Brosnan.
The rest of the memorable ones have been more weird than anything else, examples include:
Helping to paint Stephen Fry's hallway (red with gold stencilling, very classy, as you'd expect)
Being chased around a shopping center by the Borg, in the company of Pierce Brosnan.
You want a weird dream I had? Alright.
My dad was a monster truck, so I was forced to check into a motel. In the motel I saw a dog that looked like my dog running around, and I asked a waitress if all motels had dogs that looked like mine. She said the answer lied upstairs, so I went upstairs with Sherlock Holmes and found a guy sleeping in a bed. Next to his bed was a big box, and the guy woke up and opened the box. Out of the box popped a gingerbread man, who took out a bunch of pencils, and sharpened them really fast. I ran downstairs, and the gingerbread chased me, throwing sharpened pencils at me. Some of the pencils went clean through Sherlock Holmes, and everybody but me got stabbed through the stomach by the pencils. I ran to Food Basics, but the gingerbread man followed me and punched me into a tub of Neapolitan icecream. When I came out, half of my body was chocolate, and half was vanilla (I don;t know why there wasn't any strawberry though). As I ran, the gingerbread man put on a blond wig and said "My name is Annie! My mother loves me very much!" and then he pulled out a butcher knife and said "prepare to die!" I used Chocolate Blast, and stuck the ginger bread man to the floor with the chocolate. I ran outside and there was a blizzard which made the snow come up to my neck. While I waded through the snow, I found a green helmet and said "Uh oh, Luigi's not going to be happy about this" (Yeah, I don't know either). After wading to a huge hill, I climbed to the top, even though it was really icy. The gingerbread tried to chase me up the hill, but because of the ice he slipped down. I threw ice cream cones as he tried to scramble up, and that knocked him down enough, but eventually he climbed up, and was gaining on me. So, luigi came wearing the helmet and gave me some Play-Dough. I molded the play-dough into hamburgers, and threw the hamburgers at the gingerbread man. He fell off the hill and split into 5 parts. And since I beat him I won.
I have weird dreams.
My dad was a monster truck, so I was forced to check into a motel. In the motel I saw a dog that looked like my dog running around, and I asked a waitress if all motels had dogs that looked like mine. She said the answer lied upstairs, so I went upstairs with Sherlock Holmes and found a guy sleeping in a bed. Next to his bed was a big box, and the guy woke up and opened the box. Out of the box popped a gingerbread man, who took out a bunch of pencils, and sharpened them really fast. I ran downstairs, and the gingerbread chased me, throwing sharpened pencils at me. Some of the pencils went clean through Sherlock Holmes, and everybody but me got stabbed through the stomach by the pencils. I ran to Food Basics, but the gingerbread man followed me and punched me into a tub of Neapolitan icecream. When I came out, half of my body was chocolate, and half was vanilla (I don;t know why there wasn't any strawberry though). As I ran, the gingerbread man put on a blond wig and said "My name is Annie! My mother loves me very much!" and then he pulled out a butcher knife and said "prepare to die!" I used Chocolate Blast, and stuck the ginger bread man to the floor with the chocolate. I ran outside and there was a blizzard which made the snow come up to my neck. While I waded through the snow, I found a green helmet and said "Uh oh, Luigi's not going to be happy about this" (Yeah, I don't know either). After wading to a huge hill, I climbed to the top, even though it was really icy. The gingerbread tried to chase me up the hill, but because of the ice he slipped down. I threw ice cream cones as he tried to scramble up, and that knocked him down enough, but eventually he climbed up, and was gaining on me. So, luigi came wearing the helmet and gave me some Play-Dough. I molded the play-dough into hamburgers, and threw the hamburgers at the gingerbread man. He fell off the hill and split into 5 parts. And since I beat him I won.
I have weird dreams.
I had a dream with Vampire Stalins attacking Marie of Romania who was riding a tandem bike with Maud of Norway. There were baby sheep that were wearing Hawaiian shirts that were demanding to be sheared. So strange.
Now, I'm not Sigmund Freud, but you seem a bit frustrated about your manhood.
I think it's about growing up, being aware of your impulses and fighting it with your will. The woman thing is just sexual frustration, nothing to worry about.
I usually have dreams where people attack me. Either it's some punk-ass kid with a knife or an assasin or a dark wizard trying to kill me and my sister (well, one of them, he didn't knew the other.)
It's because of my stress and frustrations that keep blocking me and bugging me, my dreams show that to me.
I had a dream where I needed to go to the bathroom (yes, one of those) and there was a giant hole in the toilet. The other toilet we have, though, was occupied by a chicken. And the rule is: Chickens go first. It seemed logical at the time. I accept all rules in my dreams.
I think it's about growing up, being aware of your impulses and fighting it with your will. The woman thing is just sexual frustration, nothing to worry about.
I usually have dreams where people attack me. Either it's some punk-ass kid with a knife or an assasin or a dark wizard trying to kill me and my sister (well, one of them, he didn't knew the other.)
It's because of my stress and frustrations that keep blocking me and bugging me, my dreams show that to me.
I had a dream where I needed to go to the bathroom (yes, one of those) and there was a giant hole in the toilet. The other toilet we have, though, was occupied by a chicken. And the rule is: Chickens go first. It seemed logical at the time. I accept all rules in my dreams.
I had a dream where I was ripping my teeth out with plyers. No context, I just was ripping my teeth out.
Yes, I've had some freaky dreams. I had one last night where I had to uh... provide the seed for artificial insemination, and for some reason there was a party going on downstairs (which I wanted to be at) and I couldn't get it done.
I used to have a recurring dream as a kid of being mauled by the Fox's Mints polar bear.
I had one a few days ago of my trilby being destroyed, and after mourning it, for some reason I took it to Terry Pratchett to be repaired. Then aged backwards, then woke up.
I used to have a recurring dream as a kid of being mauled by the Fox's Mints polar bear.
I had one a few days ago of my trilby being destroyed, and after mourning it, for some reason I took it to Terry Pratchett to be repaired. Then aged backwards, then woke up.
I think I've had some continuing dreams. I haven't made a journal though. I also suspect eating cookie crisp before bed gives me freaky dreams. I'm testing it tonight.No_Remainders said:
I had a dream where a spider-crab, which has a legspan of over 2metres, but instead of having long legs constantly all of its legs were hookshots, and I'm one of those guys with the bump of bone at the back of my skull, and the crab like a ninja got behind me and with its claw slowly carved it from my skull. It also looked very similar to a mudcrab, but with the hookshots as legs. But I identified it as a spider crab, so that what it was. Now I have a phobia of crabs, such that I heard a noise (my bed creaking), thought (for whatever reason) that there was a crab under my bed, and the sudden movement of a piece of thread coming off my book nearly made me scream.
I also had a lovely long dream about the day in life of being a statue. Long story short: bloody boring.
I also had a lovely long dream about the day in life of being a statue. Long story short: bloody boring.
Quite a few interesting dreams here! *nods apprivingly* Anyways, here's a few of my own.
Just this morning, I was lying in bed, and I had some kind of disease that would make my heart and throat swell up, turn bright yellow, and choke me to death. So was sitting there, contemplating my eventual death.
Another one, the details of which escape me, involved a guy with a ridicules afro, who had to fight a giant fish to 'prove his worth'.
Then there was the one where my brother was turned into a T-bone steak and eaten by a small dog.....I woke up crying from that one.
Just this morning, I was lying in bed, and I had some kind of disease that would make my heart and throat swell up, turn bright yellow, and choke me to death. So was sitting there, contemplating my eventual death.
Another one, the details of which escape me, involved a guy with a ridicules afro, who had to fight a giant fish to 'prove his worth'.
Then there was the one where my brother was turned into a T-bone steak and eaten by a small dog.....I woke up crying from that one.
I've had several including fighting a zombie apocalypse in a mall and being chased by time traveling robots and another with time traveling criminals that couldn't locate the amish or the farmers? because the future they took the prisoners too had been altered. I'm impressed by how much you remember though. 
I had one where i was sleeping and felt my pillow moving. I looked under it and their were loads of spiders, ant and wasps etc I then woke up(for real), jumped out of bed turned on the light totally shaking. An it still took a minute for me to get the courage to look under my pillow. Yeah, its one of those dreams where the dream/awake bounderies was blurred.
I really enjoy my messed up dreams, I've only had one in recent memory that I could honestly describe as truely disturbing, though I really can't remember it now.
One of the darkest dreams that I ever had was back in 2005. I had gotten back from a weekend of drinking and rocking out at Download Festival. For those who don't know, Download Festival is a heavy metal/rock music event which is held every year at Donington Park in England. The festival site is directly underneath the flightpath of the nearby East Midlands Airport and you get planes flying overhead for the duration of the event.
Anyway as you can probably guess, I get home physically and mentally exhausted and after a long shower, I go to bed and am pretty much asleep for the rest of the day. The dream that I had was of planes falling out of a pitch black sky onto a field full of happy festival goers. Not a fun dream at all.
One of the darkest dreams that I ever had was back in 2005. I had gotten back from a weekend of drinking and rocking out at Download Festival. For those who don't know, Download Festival is a heavy metal/rock music event which is held every year at Donington Park in England. The festival site is directly underneath the flightpath of the nearby East Midlands Airport and you get planes flying overhead for the duration of the event.
Anyway as you can probably guess, I get home physically and mentally exhausted and after a long shower, I go to bed and am pretty much asleep for the rest of the day. The dream that I had was of planes falling out of a pitch black sky onto a field full of happy festival goers. Not a fun dream at all.
well i had one dream where America was occupied by the Nazis.
But it gets so much stranger. I was following the whole thing through the eyes of a band manager that looked vaguely like the critic. Meanwhile the Jazz musician John Coltrane appeared to be the head of the resistance.
At the very end of the dream we seemed to have failed, but the world reset itself similar to the film Groundhog Day. And all the characters were aware of it.
But it gets so much stranger. I was following the whole thing through the eyes of a band manager that looked vaguely like the critic. Meanwhile the Jazz musician John Coltrane appeared to be the head of the resistance.
At the very end of the dream we seemed to have failed, but the world reset itself similar to the film Groundhog Day. And all the characters were aware of it.