Most fucked up dream you've ever had?
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In terms of fucked up dreams that are just kind of funny I once had a dream where I just ate pasta all dream long, like a neverending bowl of the stuff.
In terms of fucked up dreams that are a little bit creepy in of themselves I had a series of dreams in my younger days and every single one of them had this slightly pudgy, balding, Italian looking bloke with glasses and in every single one of them it was raining and grey.
In terms of fucked up dreams that are a little bit creepy in of themselves I had a series of dreams in my younger days and every single one of them had this slightly pudgy, balding, Italian looking bloke with glasses and in every single one of them it was raining and grey.
You may forget 90% of your dreams but you still have the capacity to tell the 10% and if it deeply disturbed you/you wrote it down right away you can remember 50%+.Citrus Insanity said:
Creepy dreams are a fact of most peoples lives. It seems the "omg I'm totally messed up lol" is the same thing as "omg I am so random lol" and other such things. Meaning they are totally useless but meant as something lighthearted and fun. Troll them if you will but don't expect to have many friends if you can't overlook things like that.
Lastly its not suppressed mental instability that is seen as cool, its uniqueness. Its the sort of self-deprecating humor that is not serious.
none of my dreams bar occasionaly are disturbing/fucked up, they're usually cross between life a film and a game. And it is awesomeness! plus the other day i had one and i could work out what i had done or saw in the day to influence it.
Just today I had a dream where I went to my mates house for... Something (I can't remember). My mate had called he and asked me to bring my copy of the Necronomicon to his house. I put the Necronomicon in my bag and my mom drove me to his place. I got out and realised that I needed to get the Necronomicon, so I went to the boot of the car, opened it and tried to pull out the bag. The bag got stuck and my mom started driving off, not aware that I was stuck behind the car. So she speeds off down a steep hill, and I'm still latching on to this thing. I finally get this thing free, but I can't stop because of the inertia and keep running until I smack into a wall, stumble back into the road, and pass out. Then I hear the sounds of a car coming and I think, "No, they won't run me over. They'll see the body in the middle of the road." Soon after that I hear a squishy sound, which accompanies the large pressure on my neck. Straight after that, the part about me getting run over replays except my eyes are open, and it zooms out to get a view of my face as I'm getting run over.
I'd enjoy to hear a psychological explanation for that one.
I'd enjoy to hear a psychological explanation for that one.
Ahem...
So I'm in a corridor and I walk though double wooden door. 10 foot tall Basketball players and Football players leer down on me. i walk to the throne and A great king with a giant 2-handed sword leans down and raises the sword poised to swing. When suddenly a band of hobbits turn p and fire archers at the enemies. Me ad two other hobbits get on 3 ponies and gallop out of the palace. We ride toward a forest made of trees that are made of Laffy-Taffy We ride a little ways in but the ponies get stuck in the taffy. We hear the evil king marching toward us and he kills one hobbit with a basketball, The other hobbit and I dig underneath a tree and are trembling. The king rip up the tree leaving only the two of us. My hobbit friend stands up and yells, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Before his head is chopped off. All the players are standing around me and the king swings his sword once more, and I wake up.
So I'm in a corridor and I walk though double wooden door. 10 foot tall Basketball players and Football players leer down on me. i walk to the throne and A great king with a giant 2-handed sword leans down and raises the sword poised to swing. When suddenly a band of hobbits turn p and fire archers at the enemies. Me ad two other hobbits get on 3 ponies and gallop out of the palace. We ride toward a forest made of trees that are made of Laffy-Taffy We ride a little ways in but the ponies get stuck in the taffy. We hear the evil king marching toward us and he kills one hobbit with a basketball, The other hobbit and I dig underneath a tree and are trembling. The king rip up the tree leaving only the two of us. My hobbit friend stands up and yells, "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Before his head is chopped off. All the players are standing around me and the king swings his sword once more, and I wake up.
I've posted this thing so many times that I decided to actually type the thing out so I could just copy/paste instead of retyping it a thousand times.
I've tried to interpret this dream so many ways and I've come up with nothing. You're all welcome to take a crack at it.
I wake up in a concentration camp wearing the striped pajamas. There are no fences around the camp, only mosquito netting. I slip under the mosquito netting and proceed to sprint to safety through a field of syringes and nuclear waste. Eventually I reach an unerground cloning facility where clone slugs are being kept in amber-colored semi-liqud containers. The doctor tells me that my radiation is dangerously high and the only way to cure it is to transform me into a half-man half-zebra creature and send me to a cottage by a lake where I will eat paint chips alongside other human-animal hybrids. I get to the cottage and am happily eating paint chips with my fellows while we all throw stones at a walrus.
Then the dream ends.
Then the dream ends.
I've tried to interpret this dream so many ways and I've come up with nothing. You're all welcome to take a crack at it.
I was walking down the street whilst shooting every one with Uzis. Then I pull an Rpg out from my arse and blow up a drycleaners.(This is where it gets weird) Ned Flanders(Yes the one from the Simpsons) runs out of the building I just blew up, screaming at me, and a Matrix like fight between him and me ensues. After the fight, when we are both exhausted, I apologize and help him rebuild his drycleaners.
Probably one of the weirdest yet coolest dreams I've ever had.
Probably one of the weirdest yet coolest dreams I've ever had.
Something about chasing myself through a port filled with yachts..jumping from boat to boat. Uh, there was a lot of blood and someone died, well, one of me died and..that's as much as I can remember. But I know it was confusing as hell and considerably messed up. Someone said that chasing is anxiety based and if it's yourself it's anxiety over one of your flaws chasing you..or something. Dreams confuse me.
There are some recurring themes in my dreams.
1) Large, complicated buildings with elements from the 1920s-1950s. Usually Juxtaposed with modern elements. I will often traverse the same space in these odd buildings more than once, and I frequently find myself climbing/flying around them. This is especially odd since I am not that well versed in the architecture and styling of the early modern world.
2) Power lines, mostly as a limitation to the flying bit. There are some ridiculous placements for the lines, such as near/in the path of airport runways.
3) A chasing force (not at all uncommon in dreams as a whole), and me going virtually on all fours to flee, either via jumping, running at an extraordinary speed, or flying out. These are the only times I cannot ever seem to acquire a third person perspective of myself. I often think and perceive myself doing things at the same time. This is the only exception to that.
4) All of this is usually amidst an event. Such as:
A factory fire. A meltdown at my local nuclear power station. A parade. A speech from a dignified celebrity. A car race either through the streets or countryside. A rock concert (one time in a tall church no less). A major football game. A special sale in a shopping mall.
1) Large, complicated buildings with elements from the 1920s-1950s. Usually Juxtaposed with modern elements. I will often traverse the same space in these odd buildings more than once, and I frequently find myself climbing/flying around them. This is especially odd since I am not that well versed in the architecture and styling of the early modern world.
2) Power lines, mostly as a limitation to the flying bit. There are some ridiculous placements for the lines, such as near/in the path of airport runways.
3) A chasing force (not at all uncommon in dreams as a whole), and me going virtually on all fours to flee, either via jumping, running at an extraordinary speed, or flying out. These are the only times I cannot ever seem to acquire a third person perspective of myself. I often think and perceive myself doing things at the same time. This is the only exception to that.
4) All of this is usually amidst an event. Such as:
A factory fire. A meltdown at my local nuclear power station. A parade. A speech from a dignified celebrity. A car race either through the streets or countryside. A rock concert (one time in a tall church no less). A major football game. A special sale in a shopping mall.
1) I had a dream I was being pulled around by this tremendous dragon. I couldn't breath, yet I was still alive, and there was this neverending feeling of vertigo.
2) I committed a crime, I believe it was assault. Anyway, I was in jail (not prison) and I was being visited by my parents, who were always crying, and the family of the guy I attacked. Then one day, this old man came to visit me. At first he seemed senile, and kept on telling me to stop crying. But occasionally everything would fade to gray, and his eyes would transform into these vacant white spheres. He would tell me things that I wouldn't remember in a demonic voice, and then the color would return to the world and he changed back into the senile old man. I thought I was crazy, so I would yell at him, saying he wasn't real, etc. And then I would break down, telling myself I committed the crime I was in jail for in self-defense, and then the old man would change into the demonic being again.
It was disturbing, to say the least.
2) I committed a crime, I believe it was assault. Anyway, I was in jail (not prison) and I was being visited by my parents, who were always crying, and the family of the guy I attacked. Then one day, this old man came to visit me. At first he seemed senile, and kept on telling me to stop crying. But occasionally everything would fade to gray, and his eyes would transform into these vacant white spheres. He would tell me things that I wouldn't remember in a demonic voice, and then the color would return to the world and he changed back into the senile old man. I thought I was crazy, so I would yell at him, saying he wasn't real, etc. And then I would break down, telling myself I committed the crime I was in jail for in self-defense, and then the old man would change into the demonic being again.
It was disturbing, to say the least.
I'm a construction worker working in an underground mine. We're going through daily tasks when a boulder comes down or a door locks on my foot and I can't move. All the lights go out and I'm trapped in that spot. Everyone leaves, telling me I will be trapped in that very spot for the rest of my life.
I wake up, go back to sleep, then dream I'm walking a very thin tightrope while balancing over a bottomless black pit. I'm told by some random voice that if I fall, I will fall forever.
I wake up, go back to sleep, then dream I'm walking through a graveyard filled with neon colored coffins. Blue, green, orange, red, basically very bright and very loud colors. It's nighttime with a full moon and very foggy.
I wake up, go back to sleep, then dream I'm walking a very thin tightrope while balancing over a bottomless black pit. I'm told by some random voice that if I fall, I will fall forever.
I wake up, go back to sleep, then dream I'm walking through a graveyard filled with neon colored coffins. Blue, green, orange, red, basically very bright and very loud colors. It's nighttime with a full moon and very foggy.
I can't remember the dream but when I woke up my mattress was on the floor, my lamp smashed and I had my feet up the wall with my head on the floor.
Must've been a fucked up dream...
Must've been a fucked up dream...
I'm in an assylum, with little sisters. People try to kill me and the halls are covered in blood.. Or how about the one where I wake up try to run for help, fall down and can't scream due to sleep paralysis? OH OH, what about the one where I sleep with a close friend tha I don;t like that way IRL? I think I can top that one with the demon hands grabbing me and getting lost in the stock room of a best buy, which I had flown onto the roof by personal helicopter. Or the recurring dream where I get the feeling I had my soul ripped out and wake up screaming because it actually hurts. I want them to stop.