Your dreams and what do you think they mean

[Ultrajoe]

I don't remember most of my dreams. They tend to be mundane unless i've been playing a game for a stupid amount of time, which case they can be utterly awesome.

They say when you have your first WoW dream, your fate is sealed.

I had mine the first night.

I only quit because my computer died, it's just so damn fun if I ever give myself half a chance to play again i'll once more become lost in it.

 

[ThrobbingEgo]

Whenever I have weird dreams it usually just means I had too many chili peppers.

Not very Freudian of you.

Okay, they're about my mother. Happy?

 

[quiet_samurai]

Most of my dreams ar vivid and wierd, and violence has a big part in them. Just the other night I saved President Obamas life and we became pals. He then introduced me to his daughter who just happened to be Cameron Diaz and we started dating. Then right when myself and Ms. Diaz were about to express our love i decided to go get a drink of water and when i left the room I was wating in line at the DMV or something and instead of taking a number you had it tatooed onto your hand... yeah I don't know.

 

[TaborMallory]

...Y...yeah, that would be advisable, I think.
Maybe take sleeping pills before you go to bed.

I'll consider it.

On another note, I just remembered that I wrote down another dream of mine.

We were at the beach. I decided that I wanted to get a tan or something, and so I went over with my sister to lay down. For some reason, I preferred floating in the water over relaxing in a chair. I asked my sister if it was safe to go in the water. She walked in and it was safe.

Then my parents' car suddenly drove out of the water and onto the beach. They told me it was time to leave, but I said something like "Naw thanks, I'm busy killing the zerg expansion base." With that, I picked up a pistol from Halo 1 and a few frag grenades. I walked into a cave or something, and there was a very small zerg hive in the middle and it was being guarded by three things that looked suspiciously like combat-form floods from halo. One of them said "Get the fuck out of here!" and ran toward me, so I threw my grenades and shot it in the head and it disappeared.

I ran out of ammo for my pistol, and snuck up to the other two floods that seem to have ignored me. I tried to punch one in the back, but it seemed like a very great effort to even move my arm, and the resulting attack was naught but a gentle nudge. They turned around and I ran back to the entrance to grab a cane shaped stick I put there earlier, and turned back towards the floods.

One of them turned into an Asian looking man wielding a wooden oar and the other was gone altogether. I whacked his head with the cane and it wobbled around like a bobble head. He tapped my side with his oar. After this, I woke up.

This is possibly the only dream I've had the courage to record in a document.

Yes, all my dreams are like this.

 

[Xrysthos]

I once dreamt that our country side house was attacked by goats with 4 ears arriving in a space ship that looked quite a lot like the Hindenburg. My Grandmother killed them with a toaster, which in turn set the house on fire.

I have no idea what it means. I don't really think that dreams have a deeper meaning, other than a way of visualising our mind's processing of visual stimulus acquired during the day.

 

[Bored Tomatoe]

Well... I sometimes have dreams of myself dying, or about to die. Is that weird? I also have dreams about the general stuff: Zombies, serial killers, monsters, bigfoot and aliens.

 

[the_duke_CC]

I once dreamt that i was at a wedding and a a giant grasshoper in a suit ate my head.
I don't dwell on it to find out a meaning because it will either be pointless or disturbing.

 

[Neonbob]

When I do have dreams, they're normal for the most part. What I find kind of cool is that I can control them to some degree. For instance, if I was having a nightmare, I can influence the situation so that it's more to my liking.
[sup]oh god the bunnies have taken over the world! Everything is so...cute! AAAAAAUUUGGH![/sup]

 

[Cylem]

I have plenty of dreams, but they almost always follow the same formula of me finding someone, losing them, then spending the rest of my dream looking for them. One time it was in rollerskates.

I like it when I realize I'm dreaming and then do crazy stuff like jump off of buildings and breathe underwater.

 

[DreadfulSorry]

I had a dream once that my roommate and I had an invisible donkey. And then it got hit by a car, because no one but us could see it.

I honestly don't know what that means.

 

[Monkfish Acc.]

I had a dream recently where my dead cats corpse started walking about and mewling like a kitten. I tried my darndest to be nice to him, but it was hard not to be freaked out by a creature that was struggling to move through rigor mortis.

Spoiler: My theory on the meaning.

As a side-effect of completely ignoring my emotions in the hopes that they might go away, I don't really have dreams anymore. When I do, it's usually because I am feeling particularily strong emotion, and it's getting a little difficult to force down. That dream was my brains way of trying to get me to deal with the pain without actually acknowledging it.
See, I was the one who scraped my cat off the road. I had to cover his mangled corpse in a towel as I walked back to my house so the family wouldn't see. That whole "zombie cat" thing was a way to help me cover my grief with disbelief while still maintaining what had already been burned into my memory.

I, erm... I tend to analyse things. A lot.

 

[Avida]

Whenever I have weird dreams it usually just means I had too many chili peppers.

Not very Freudian of you.

Good, that guy overthought things to death, and had a nasty tendancy to use copious amounts of data to 'prove' what he wanted.

Anyway, i used to have a long reccuring nightmare, plagued me for about 5 years on and off - There was three parts and i think each one represented a different fear, and each scared the hell out of me in a way i couldnt understand for a long time.

(keeping this short because of the amount of times i've typed it)

1) The dream starts in a picturesce house in a meadow, a yellow balloon floats out of the window and drifts into the air for a while before approaching this monolithic grimy, almost steampunk, machine. Its made of huge gears and thick slabs of iron and belching oil as if it were alive. The balloon drifts between the gears and is crushed instantly, the peices falling into the belly of the machine while the 'camera' matches its decent from the outside. I interpreted this as a fear of the inevitable, things i wanted to aviod in life that were going to happen anyway, the cheif of which definately being death at the time.

2) I'm inside of bowels of the horrible metal thing now, the ligh is dim and red and the ground is coated with a thick layer of dirt and sludge. Theres a number of monsters running around having some sort of battle, they look somewhat like raptors, I'm caught in the center as they scurry around killing each other. I'd hiding behind some corrigated ironscared almost to the point where i dont dare to breath. The fear is unmistakeably a primal one, simply, holy shit these guys will kill me in a blink of an eye.

3) Into the center of this skirmish appears a blue-white beam of light, its blinding but im pretty sure its killing whatever was down here. Suddenly im just a camera again, following the beam of light upwards out of the metal beast, the light beam is extending upwards in a perfect line, it meets another beam, which i believe to be its opposite end, theres an even more blinding light and the camera twirls around the beam and into the center. Everything is pure white, i wake up sweating profusely, may have screamed one or twice too. Anyway this part first showed up when i was starting to come to terms with my religious standpoint, i see it as the fear of divine retribution, that im wrong in my belief in atheism and mr. god isnt too happy with either that or how i live my life and that i'll be screwed for ever and ever.

Anyway, my view on his sort of stuff is firm now so i dont see much chance of it coming back, if my theory was right anyway. Also, grr, my dream fits neatly in with some of freud's theories, god i hate it when that guy seems right.

 

[GhostOfDanzig]

I had a dream I was raped by freud.

No, me neither...

 

[CIA]

Whenever I have weird dreams it usually just means I had too many chili peppers.

Not very Freudian of you.

Okay, they're about my mother. Happy?

Better, but you might want to include how they all relate to sex.

 

[fontlas]

I have a few dreams that happen over and over again, those are the ones I say here.

There is a house on a stormy night. It is black and white and I'm in the house. I am looking third-person at myself. I walk around the house with a sort of stupidity or blankness not a thought running through my head, toning out all the sounds. A strange intermission from the dream and now it's back but I'm looking first person, with a "darkness" with a terrible creature within creeping up on me. By now a feeling of terror has replaced the blankness and color and noise are coming back. Eventually the "darkness" catches up with me and I am surrounded by it. Then I wake up. I dont' know why but this is terrifying to me, and though the darkness catches me there is no creature.


This next one happens to me in real life sometimes... Sorta.

I am standing in the road and it is black and white again in a storm...again. I have this feeling that doom is creeping up on me, then suddenly I feel something flying through me killing me instantly. When I said that this happens in real life I meant the feeling that something was flying at me and passing through me, obviously I don't die and it also doesn't have to be stormy or black and white or in the middle of the road.


I can't really think of any other ones, though there are a few just like that one.

 

[Biek]

I think my last dream was influenced by Fallout 3. I was in a small army who travelled across the land visiting vaults. All of these vaults were invaded by hostile forces (they looked human) and we had to fight them before entering, then we looted the place.

One of them had a strange virtual reality in it that you entered as soon as you passed through the door. I told the people to wait for me, who were somehow reduces to some "scientists" that I seemed to know, and 8 soldiers standing by the door.

I entered what appeared to be a typical dutch landscape: huge grassfields with streams along the edges farmers use to contain their cows and to water the crops. In the distance I could see small gatherings of trees and towns with an occasional church tower sticking out from the horizon. I walked down a path with trees planted alongside it when I saw a man sitting on a bench. He waved at me and started some small talk, I made up a story about me being there. I asked about various landmarks in the horizon (my mission was to explore the area), a factory and apartment building to the left of the path. but he just told me not to go there and I took his word for it.

Then it gets weird. I went back and got 2 of the scientists to follow me. We went to a farmhouse on the right side of the path, and the man was there. Though he attacked us now. He was standing on the upper floor of the building shooting at us and on the ground floor where 2 machines with red light spawning flying robotic creatures to attack us. He were so busy shooting the creatures we couldnt focus on the man at all.

I seemed to be accompanied by 2 men in militairy uniforms now and... 'dad' from fallout 3! One of the soldiers seemed injured, his torso was bleeding and he couldnt stand. I walked up to him and handed him a red jar of pills. After he accepted them he seemed to be better, but 'dad'walked up to him as well and handed him another.

Behind me was a box stuffed with weapon parts and ammo that looked like grenades, I found a grenade launcher that looked like a revolver. the weird thing was I had to load the grenades in the front of the barrel, not knowing wich side to put in first. By the time I figured out the 2 machines were destroyed, but shooting the man upstairs didnt do anything.

Suddenly one of those little robots showed me a secret door in a building to the right. I went inside and seemed to be in somekind of shed. I found more parts of a weapon on a shelf, I put them together and it turned out to be a crossbow! I remember saying something, couldve been a duke nukem quote, I dont remember. But I strapped the bow to my back and went upstairs with my grenade launcher in hand.. then I woke up.

 

[Biek]

I had a pretty bad nightmare last night. I dont have those very often. I dreamt I killed someone I cared about, in a cruel way. I stabbed her behind an appartment building. Then I panicked and ran home, dropping the knife in the bushes.
What follows was me being completely overcome with what has got to be the most horrible sense of guilt and despair imaginable. I remember looking out of the window, to see the body was already gone. Wich was strange because I didnt hear any sirens.

I woke up with that familiar "glad it was only a dream" feeling. But its been bugging me all day. Im wondering why something so terrible would come up in my head. But sharing it makes me feel better.

 

[-Orgasmatron-]

Once I had a dream my fish died, then I woke up in the moring and it had died.

I also once had a dream where two helicopters crashed above the football stadium near my house and there was a huge fire there, I was standing in my front garden looking at it, then like a week later there was a huge fire in the field next to the football stadium, the scene looked exactly like the one from my dream.

That was all afew years ago though, haven't predicted the future for awhile, now most of my dreams involve me just chillling.