had a wierd one last night the wierd bit being it played out like i was in an episode of boardwalk empire
it started with nucky tompson running after margarets cab in drag before hanging onto the back, then i was a young bloke with some others with some evidence of a senator or govenor having been with a hooker and killed her we had all the cards and promised not to make it public...cant remebmber what the deal was.anyway back at what seemed to be our barracks some one had a paper exposing the senetor fella people asked me if i'd said something which i hadnt ,i remember feeling scared we went into our room set out with about 10 beds everyone in them had had their throats slit some where bareley still alive including one black soldier who i remember telling it would be alright then i shot out to the corridor to shout for medics...
then i woke up... it was a real feeling of fear that if this bloke could get to my mates here ...
The only survivor of your own dream massacre? It signifies er...I don't know but it sounds like a nightmare to me.
I had a dream but it's to vague for me to remember except people in Edwardian clothes seemed to be walking down the Towns street. Retro dreaming of the past too but no slit throats thankfully.
Well I only remember the weird dreams.... but what I object to is when you start telling someone what happened in a dream they then reply with what YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE LOGICALLY IN REAL LIFE !!!
It's a DREAM, it doesn't follow bloody logic....
Quote from: The Doctor Alt 8 on 11 January, 2014, 04:10:30 PM
It's a DREAM, it doesn't follow bloody logic....
My weirdest dream involved helping a sock pack to go on holiday. That's right, not packing my socks but helping a sock get ready for it's holiday. A close second is the one where a woman tried to bring a llama and a penguin back to the shop and she was unhappy that the boss wouldn't give her a refund because she didn't have the original receipt.
Quote from: Tombo on 11 January, 2014, 04:29:41 PM
My weirdest dream involved helping a sock pack to go on holiday. That's right, not packing my socks but helping a sock get ready for it's holiday.
More about the sock! So like, could it talk? Did it have a mouth? How did it communicate? Did it have arms? How did it stand up? And what does a sock take on holiday? What colour sock was it? Did it have a name? Was it a male or female sock? Where was it going on holiday? I NEED ANSWERS!
And suncreame? Did iit pack suncreame or fabric conditioner?
I once had a rude dream in which I was eating some cereal while watching a chat show featuring a lady that kept a small dog up her dress. It was one of those big bustle dress things and whenever she lifted the dress up to take the dog out you could see her fanny.
Coincidentall I just read Charlie Brooker on dreams.
" There are two things everybody knows about dreams.
One; Other people's dreams are boring.
Two; You can't stop them telling you about said dreams."
Dreamt I'd murdered Steven Fry once. I'd gotten away with it to an extent but the net was closing in, it was a terrible feeling of impending doom knowing I was soon to get caught.
Strange really, as I've got absolutely nothing against old Bent Nose, I actually rather like him. Even if he can be a bit of a misery sometimes...
I dreamt kadt night I wss playing a fps game hunting a vampire called voodor through a shrubbery. I managed to shoot his mercs and him and then I was pitching a comic to marvel who were a biker and a werewolf headed woman. My pitch for daredevil was he wore a fedora could fire bullets rrom his head and had skin like the thing. Needless to say they said no. My pitch for mys tech was a nuclesr explosion watched by some cape on an air bike. They said no. Then for sanity s sake I woke up.
Quote from: Zarjazzer on 14 January, 2014, 01:21:30 PM
I dreamt kadt night I wss playing a fps game hunting a vampire called voodor through a shrubbery. I managed to shoot his mercs and him and then I was pitching a comic to marvel who were a biker and a werewolf headed woman. My pitch for daredevil was he wore a fedora could fire bullets rrom his head and had skin like the thing. Needless to say they said no. My pitch for mys tech was a nuclesr explosion watched by some cape on an air bike. They said no. Then for sanity s sake I woke up.
I know it's only the 14th of January, but i'll go out on a limb for 'Post of the Year'.
Quote from: Link Prime on 14 January, 2014, 01:25:20 PM
Quote from: Zarjazzer on 14 January, 2014, 01:21:30 PM
I dreamt kadt night I wss playing a fps game hunting a vampire called voodor through a shrubbery. I managed to shoot his mercs and him and then I was pitching a comic to marvel who were a biker and a werewolf headed woman. My pitch for daredevil was he wore a fedora could fire bullets rrom his head and had skin like the thing. Needless to say they said no. My pitch for mys tech was a nuclesr explosion watched by some cape on an air bike. They said no. Then for sanity s sake I woke up.
I know it's only the 14th of January, but i'll go out on a limb for 'Post of the Year'.
Thanks it was a very enjoyable dream.
Rarely recall any of mine!
Other then anxiety based affects when I wake up.
Unpleasant nonsense that they are
best thing for detailed vivid dreams are nicotine replacement patches - I've noticed this and so have a couple of friends (though I can't be responsible for the content - I had surreal but long and detailed narrative adventures; another friend had nightmares and another said she had the best sex dreams she'd ever had!)
I had a dream where DC published a Batman comic from the perspective of being made in Gotham City like the creative team are from Gotham and the information is based on hearsay about batman, this is what my vivid dreams are about.
Quote from: Dandontdare on 14 January, 2014, 05:29:13 PM
best thing for detailed vivid dreams are nicotine replacement patches - I've noticed this and so have a couple of friends (though I can't be responsible for the content - I had surreal but long and detailed narrative adventures; another friend had nightmares and another said she had the best sex dreams she'd ever had!)
I've been off sleeping tablets for the last couple of weeks and I've also been having similarly vivid and detailed dreams (though alas without any sex in them).
To cite but two examples: In one dream, I am Conan the Barbarian and my best mate is Gannicus, the cool dual-sword-wielding gladiator from the Spartacus TV series. We're both eager to face each other at a gladiatorial competition but when I turn up - as Conan - I remember that I've left my Broadsword at a guy's city centre lock-up garage. So I drive out to his house to ask him to go with me and open up the garage. But because it's a Sunday he refuses - despite my increasingly desperate pleas - and tells me to bugger off. Rather than tear off his head with my bare hands and take his keys, I just sit down and cry.
In the second dream, my best female friend turns up at my flat, completely starkers and all smiling and happy. On the street outside are all these really old men and women, wearing hats and bonnets and they're just staring in through my windows. I bring my friend into the flat and to my bedroom to put some clothes on her. But when we get there, sitting on the bed are two old women with HMV vouchers that they want to redeem.
I'm now also on the nicotine patches, so God only knows what's going to happen to my brain in future!
I dreamt last night that I was at a large 2000AD forum gathering. I was taking a group photo as Commando Forces was opening a massive packet of the newly released 2000AD crisps. Colin_YNWA refused to stand with everyone else for the photo which turned out crap as people kept on walking in front of me.
I dreamt I bought a new Wallet last night. Thats it. Subliminal messaging or what? :lol:
I wonder why colin had the hump! :lol:
I'm always having weird dreams. A few nights ago I dreamt I was trying to rescue Adrienne Barbeau from a tall tower. She was in danger from some hitmen and I made it to her room. But then some mean looking fellow with a gun burst in and I woke up. The weird part of the dream was the fact I didn't fully recognise her in the dream, I kept telling myself that I knew her from somewhere (one of the John Carpenter films no doubt). She wrote her name on a piece of paper - ADRIENNE BARBEAU - after I woke first thing I did was google the name from memory and of course, there it was. Weird.
I had a brilliant one last night. Just before 03:11 I dreamt I was asleep, in a different bedroom and I was facing the door. I was fading in and out of sleep and could see the door was open. All of a sudden the door slammed shut and I woke up fully and saw a ghostly figure glide towards me. I tried to get up and grab the figure and shout at the same time and then I woke up for real. Bollocks :'(
Sadly it wasn't sleep paralysis (which I've had twice before and thoroughly enjoyed) but this was bloody right up there for fun. Once I was awake I went downstairs and watched a few episodes of Supernatural, just to keep in the right mood.
Ghost cyclist?
I've had sleep paralysis loads of times, it can be bloody scary though. In every instance I find it hard to shout or move and there's a feeling of pure unbridled terror as it feels like there's someone else in the room - a presence. I'm lucky in that I've had the fortune of not seeing anything, but I've heard of cases where people see dark figures or the 'hag' sitting or standing near the end of the bed - or sometimes putting pressure on the chest. I know it could be seen as hallucination, or lucid dreaming. Unless of course some bastard flings the cover off your bed too! I knew a bloke who was shit scared to go to sleep at night because he would get sleep paralysis and see these 'entities' nearly all the time....
I tell you what, CF has some guts!
Quote from: COMMANDO FORCES on 18 January, 2014, 09:57:38 PM
Sadly it wasn't sleep paralysis (which I've had twice before and thoroughly enjoyed
Nutter. My most vivid recollection of sleep paralysis was a childhood dream where a semi-naked George Cole (http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/elib_4545468.jpg%3Fw%3D650%26h%3D0%26crop%3D1) was lying on top of me - it was fucking
terrifying.
It seems highly unlikely, but is there the slightest chance that anyone else here has had a similar dream to this:
I'm at the newsagents where I used to do my paper round. The shop owner tells me there's a box full of old comics a customer forgot to collect and that I can have them if I like. I take a look through the contents, and there's about a hundred bog paper era 2000ads, featuring stories which don't actually exist in real life.
There are McMahon colour centrespreads, what look like strip adaptations of books I've read, and an epic Cursed Earth Dredd story drawn entirely by Ron Smith where what looks like an army of hotdog run cadets do battle with mutie marauders over page after page of insanely detailed art. I ask the newsagent how much he wants for them and he replies "you can have the lot for a quid".
Quote from: sauchie on 18 January, 2014, 10:40:57 PM
Quote from: COMMANDO FORCES on 18 January, 2014, 09:57:38 PM
Sadly it wasn't sleep paralysis (which I've had twice before and thoroughly enjoyed
Nutter. My most vivid recollection of sleep paralysis was a childhood dream where a semi-naked George Cole (http://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/elib_4545468.jpg%3Fw%3D650%26h%3D0%26crop%3D1) was lying on top of me - it was fucking terrifying.
Blimey. :o
I sympathise with you, sauchie! by the way, that's an awesome dream you had about those progs!
I see Scott has exhausted his Dredd photoshops, judging by your new avatar, Sauchie.
Is that a subtle way to influence boarders dreams?
Quote from: Steve Green on 19 January, 2014, 10:02:05 PM
I see Scott has exhausted his Dredd photoshops, judging by your new avatar, Sauchie. Is that a subtle way to influence boarders dreams?
Nightmares, maybe. [spoiler]Nestel[/spoiler] can't be the only one of us to have looked at Hasselhoff's perm and complete inability to even deliver his lines - let alone actually
act - and thought he'd be the perfect choice to convey the conflict within the tortured soul of the son of a racist dictator from Wiltshire.
I await the bearded Pamela 'Wulf' Anderson photoshop with interest.
I had a Dredd Movie Sequel dream the other night. With Judge Death in it. I was a citizen, not Dredd, trying to get away from a block where Death was sighted. He looked very different from the comic version; he had a white cloak for one thing - I only caught very fleeting glimpses of him, but that made it even scarier. Evidently my dream-director was inspired by the first Alien film.
Also in abundance was evidence of his work. Most terrifying scene: A barbed wire fence around a scraggy-looking balcony allotment, upon which were hung dozens of dead babies. Cheers for that one, subconscious. Real classy.
I dreamt last night that I was at a book signing with Grant Morrison! He seemed like a nice chap, wrote a nice little message in the book I gave him to sign and then he asked me "what was the most defining moment of your life?" and I answered " I can't remember, I've got brain-freeze! Can I let you know later?" He smiled and seemed fine about it. But then I started to wonder, what was the most defining moment in my life?
Some dream! :D, And Morrison was the last person I thought I'd encounter in my dream seeing as I'm not a big fan! I hope next time I meet the great Magus and he goes on one of his long (and yet intriguing) rants/ lectures! :lol:
Quote from: Mabs on 21 January, 2014, 10:17:17 AM
and then he asked me "what was the most defining moment of your life?"
That's one question I'll never be asking HIM. I've only heard the answer about a hundred times.
That said, he does indeed seem to be a nice bloke.
I've had really vivid dreams all my life, and freaky ones combined with sleep paralysis. I posted something a while back about some of them. I can't be arsed to type any new ones, as they resemble the old ones in tone and clarity. A lot of my recent ones involve pirates, for some reason.
Here's my old post. Apologies if you've read it before.
QuoteI have some ferkin bizarre dreams, but when I was younger I used to sleepwalk a lot too.
I remember one time when I was about 14 I remember waking up, fully clothed, with my newspaper bags slung round my shoulder, looking up at the town hall clock and thinking 'If it's 2pm why is it so ferkin dark?'. Of course it was actually 2am, and I'd gotten up, dressed and out the door at about 1.30am and walked down the hill to the town centre to be there for 2am, all while still fast asleep.
When I got home and got through the door my dad came downstairs with a baseball bat. He thought I was a burgular breaking in! He seemed even more freaked out when I told him what had happened though.
I went through a spell over about a 2 year period at the height of my martial arts training when I used to dream of sparring and tournaments and suchlike only have my partner wake me up cos she was sick of me lashing out in my sleep. I think she was secretly very glad when I finally had to quit.
My favourite dreams always include zombies though. It's like being in a film! I always get away, but barely, after watching everyone else get ripped apart.
My most vivid dream happened when I was a kid, about 8 or 9 years old. It was so vivid I remember it with absolute crystal clarity, and still like to review it from time to time for it's absolute insanity.
In the dream for some reason everything, every inanimate object, starting growing these horrible pale green tentactles. Some would grope about randomly, while others would seek out anything alive.
Nothing was safe - if a human or animal got caught by a tentactle it was dragged to the object it came from (chair, bus, tv, whatever) and be absorbed into it. The whole dream I spent running and running, trying to find somewhere safe to stop and catch my breath and hide. Of course, nowhere was safe, 'cos the tentacles grew from every surface.
I escaped my own house, ran through my streets, even into shops and down the local park, but everywhere I ran these tentacles would soon start growing. I was even sat on a swing, and they grew from the chains!
In the meantime everyone I tried to help, or tried to help me, was eventually dragged off to be absorbed into something. I was about to give up all hope when I stumbled into what I thought was an empty flat. The tentacles sensed I was there and started growing immediately, but I ran into the kitchen and there was a kid and an old bloke both armed with buckets of ice cubes. They threw the ice cubes around, and the tentacles when struck would immediately retract and not come probing again.
The rest of the dream was all of us just wandering the streets throwing ice cubes about and rescuing the few survivors. Cracking dream; really empowering - a long hard fight, a struggle to live, and eventually victory.
I will add something else - I used to think my first bedsit was haunted, until someone explained I was experiencing lucid dreaming combined with sleep paralysis (apparently). I would wake up immobilised, with a weight pressing on my chest, making it difficult to breath. I could see the shape of the room, but as if through a must, usually blue, or very faint green. I would hear a child giggling, and felt a mischievous presence, verging on malignant. I'd be trapped like that for 10-15 mins each time. Until I found out what was actually happening I found them tremendously disturbing.
Awesome stuff! On my second one I tried to force myself to move, as I knew what was happening and the feeling you get as you strain and strain to move and shout is quite something else! Once your mind knows what it is, you should try and have some fun with it :thumbsup:
Indeed! As soon as someone gave me a scientific explanation about what was going on, it was fine - every time I've been in that state since I have relaxed and explored the experience. There have been times I've been able to guide it, and create imaginative semi-lucid reasons for my entrapment. As you say, good fun!
I've felt pressure on my chest and sometimes even face when waking up. Sometimes it would move around, I.e pressure in one place then another like I was getting pawed. There was never a sense of skin, it was just like raw kinetic energy, if there's such a thing, pushing on me. Its weird to feel your nose pressed down although it strangely never hurt. Just a little bit of pressure on the nose can cause a bit of an ache, but not in this case.
I've never been actually paralized although I've often kept still of my own volition so as to not provoke the entity, big coward that I am. If I did move (roll over for example) it would usually stop.
It doesn't happen any more but it happened a lot in my twenties. It got to the stage that it happened so often it would stop bothering me too much, although I'd usually keep still and keep my eyes closed, even then. The most frightening moment was waking up to that pawing sensation. Pressure on my chest moving about. I was used to it then, and wasn't particularly phased.I remember kinda mentally sighing and thinking "Here we go again." Then the evil voice came, loud and clear, right in my head.
That freaked me out something chronic, and I woke all the way up sharpish. I think it has only happened once again since then and it was vaguer and not particularly scary. More recently (in the last year or so) I have woken to my dad's voice calling my name. On asking him about it, he told me he never called. I found that kind of sweet and melancholy for some reason.
As for a decent lucid dream, I don't get those any more. Most of my dreams are just like nonsensical thoughts, disparate nonsense. Most of the time I rarely remember them. I have had dreams which were somewhat realistic when dozing on the way to work on the bus. Nothing exciting. I'd just dream someone got on the bus. Then wake up and realise it never happened. Heh. Probably just as well. Imagine if I dreamt they turned into a monster and attacked me! That could be embarrassing.
Quote from: shaolin_monkey on 26 January, 2014, 03:50:19 AMI would wake up immobilised, with a weight pressing on my chest, making it difficult to breath. I could see the shape of the room, but as if through a must, usually blue, or very faint green. I would hear a child giggling, and felt a mischievous presence, verging on malignant. I'd be trapped like that for 10-15 mins each time. Until I found out what was actually happening I found them tremendously disturbing.
That sounds freaking terrifying. Even just reading it gives me a shiver.
I remember as a kid I dreamed about an old hag sitting on my back, trapping me and laughing evilly as she pressed and punched the knobs of my spine. It was only as an adult I found out that it was a very literal version of Old Hag Syndrome.
The whole thing about your brain using sleep and dreams to process and repair was really brought home to me after a nasty accident I had.
About 12 years ago, I was cycling down Newport Road, a huge main road leading out if Cardiff. I was doing about 20mph down a bus lane, when a car turned across my path to get to a side street. The driver obviously hadn't seen me. I went into the side of it, flipped up and over, knees going through the front passenger window, cartwheeling over the roof, and breaking my fall with my head (no helmet, though I've worn one ever since!).
All I can remember is thinking 'This is gonna hurt', a flash of pain, then coming around in hospital. It should have been absolute agony, but somehow my brain had prevented it, hidden the pain away somewhere. I didn't fracture my skull, but it did tear a flap of skin away from my head (the docs stapled it back on) and I had really bad concussion. Apparently I acted like scratched records for a couple of hours. I'd come round, ask 'where am I?'and be reassured by docs and nurses, say 'oh, that's fine then' and relax. A few seconds later I would look startled, ask exactly the same questions, and give exactly the same responses. I did it over and over again, and drove everyone nuts in that two hour period. I can only remember asking it once.
Anyway, you get the picture - serious head trauma. I should have died from it, but I'm a stubborn bastard like that. Months off work, months of physio, best part of a year before I was able to return to my martial arts, cycling and weight training.
In the middle of this was the dream. It was incredibly vivid. I was a member of some organised crime. I had seriously fucked up something the mobsters had asked me to do. I was tied to a chair while they castigated me, shouting in my face, intimidating me, generally freaking me out. The main guy, the head honcho, picked up a baseball bat. He pulled all the way back, and took a terrific swing at my head. I thought 'This is gonna hurt', and then my head fucking EXPLODED with pain. I can't begin to describe how painful it felt in this dream - it was like an extremely loud white screaming NOISE that wouldn't abate. I can feel it now, thinking about it. It went on for an age, but then I woke up. Coming round I realised I wasn't in any pain whatsoever.
So yeah, I'm pretty sure that was my brain finally deeming it safe to recover the memory of the pain it had hidden away at the time of the accident and process it, file it away, and allow me to safely deal with it.
The human mind eh? Crazy shit!
Quote from: shaolin_monkey on 26 January, 2014, 01:32:42 PM
So yeah, I'm pretty sure that was my brain finally deeming it safe to recover the memory of the pain it had hidden away at the time of the accident and process it, file it away, and allow me to safely deal with it.
The human mind eh? Crazy shit!
Fuck yeah, that really is insane. Now you mention it, I might have a similar thing myself - I'm a bit prone to depression; it only hits me every few years but nowadays I take medication just to safeguard the old mental faculties. With the help of these and other methods like meditation and CBT-based self-help, I'm generally a cheerful, upbeat and sociable type these days.
However - occasionally I get dreams where I'm incredibly, irredeemably, suicidally depressed. Whatever happens in the dream, I feel like the future is utterly bleak and hopeless, and that there's no point in being alive to have to put up with it.
As soon as I wake up, though, I'm back to my normal self, and like most of the time can't even remember what depression feels like. Again, maybe the brain's filing the feeling away and letting my subconscious do the dirty work while I'm out for the count? If so, it's a great little instrument, that blob of grey matter in my skull.
One thing I have noticed on occasion is that I will actually carry those feelings/emotions from my dreams into the real world. So, lets say I dream that a friend has died, I wake up and know that it was a dream but still have that sadness with me for a bit. Now that is weird.
Quote from: Recrewt on 28 January, 2014, 01:42:16 PM
One thing I have noticed on occasion is that I will actually carry those feelings/emotions from my dreams into the real world. So, lets say I dream that a friend has died, I wake up and know that it was a dream but still have that sadness with me for a bit. Now that is weird.
I know EXACTLY how that feels! In fact, what I'd term as the only nightmares I've ever had both had that effect, in an extreme manner. The first was where I dreamed both my sisters had died in a tragic accident, and the other was where I dreamed I saw one of my kids run over by a car. In both cases I woke up screaming, bawling my eyes out, inconsolable for such a long time. In both cases I knew I was now wide awake and fully aware I had just had a bad dream, but still could not stop sobbing with grief or distress. So yeah, I get where you're coming from.
So it's not all cool tentacles, zombies, pirates and kung fu!
Sulk.... I never get tentacles in my dreams....
Quote from: The Doctor Alt 8 on 28 January, 2014, 03:45:43 PM
Sulk.... I never get tentacles in my dreams....
Do we really ned a Japan thread for this stuff? Just bung it here!
Quote from: The Doctor Alt 8 on 28 January, 2014, 03:45:43 PM
Sulk.... I never get tentacles in my dreams....
Is that a euphemism?
I doult it....
I don't get those in my dreams either.
closest I got was dreaming about being pursued by a drunken Oliver Reed though the grounds of a stately home because he'd found out that I was a Virgin and was determined to make a woman out of me. But that is hardly ephamistic....
I think I may have had two "sleep paralysis" experiences after reading this thread. Both of them centred around a monstrous black 'dog' thing with long shaggy fur, wet snarling teeth and burning red eyes.
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It was the earlier mention of 'boundless kinetic energy' that struck a chord with me because that's a perfect description of how this thing moved - it seemed to be doing a "wall-of-death" around the room, halfway up the walls, at a phenomenal speed whilst also seeming to be everywhere at once. Curiously, its hideous, screaming face was *always* snarling directly at me and it was howling like a hurricane through a cathedral. The sheer unbridled motion of the thing seemed to be the force keeping me down and unable to breathe. The first time it happened was absolutely terrifying - I thought I'd died in my sleep and was being dragged to Hell!
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The second time it happened was no less terrifying but in this instance I got mad and started howling back at the thing until it simply dissipated. I have the uncomfortable feeling that I might have been actually howling like an enraged gorilla when I woke up.
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This was some time ago now and it hasn't been back.
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My worst nightmare was that I had murdered my father and hidden the body many years ago (my dad died in the late 90's, a decade and more before the nightmare). For all these years I'd got away with it but now the murder weapon had resurfaced - a rickety old pistol that didn't fit together properly and kept coming to bits - and I had to get rid of it. The bottomless guilt I experienced in that horrid world was so powerful that it haunts me yet. So much so that I now sometimes experience dreams where I'm not sure if what I experienced was a nightmare or a memory. Most unsettling.
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I had a weird dream that my thumb* just broke off a couple of days back. It didn't hurt at all, but I could have done without the nasty detail. I put it back on - not with glue just allowing for body moisture to keep it in place... yuck - and it did sort of work, although it was still two pieces stuck together rather than whole - then I woke up.
Now... despite being awake and being aware it was just a dream and that my thumb* was still firmly attached to my hand...** I had an urge to have a look to check all was still in place. I didn't, and the urge didn't last long but yeah. Odd.
It reminds me of horrible dreams I had as a kid where my fingers would break off as I was eating something and they'd get mixed up in the food and... well, chomp. Ick.
I had a rather boring dream this morning too. (This was on waking up to my alarm, then turning over and dropping off again only to find myself running rather late...) I won't bother describing it but it's interesting that after stating earlier that I rarely have dreams that I remember, I suddenly have two dreams that I remember...
I have noticed these seem to happen, not so much from waking up from a night's sleep but if I snooze or have a light sleep.
*[spoiler]I say 'thumb'... that's the word I'm sticking with. It was much bigger than my real thumb, I have to admit.[/spoiler]
**[spoiler]I say 'hand'... etc, etc.[/spoiler]
Was it a tentacle?
Quote from: shaolin_monkey on 28 January, 2014, 11:00:44 PM
Was it a tentacle?
Yes indeed. Soon my mission will be at its end and my brethren will arise from their watery abyss and the reign of humanity will come to an end! WUAHAAHAA! (Cough! Drat, there goes another one...)
It's 2:59am Monday morning. I just woke up after the most crazy dream in a while.
Me and Rincewind the wizard were in this huge mansion. It was bucketing it down outside. And he was trying to keep me safe from death. I remember seeing death riding around the street further down on a pushbike
(not your average pushbike mind you) Last bit I remember he was barging past me to get outside and I remember saying something along the lines of "if I die we both die" and then he was stood outside in the rain with me in the main room watching him.
And before bed I was reading Sin Dex! I've not read a Discworld book in ages, so who knows what that was all about.
Quote from: Tombo on 02 February, 2014, 02:23:42 PM
FTFY!
I was considering that but wasn't sure if anyone would get it :D
I saw the birth of a star last night which was quite nice though I'm sure it wasn't formed using conventional physics.
I have a recurring dream that I'm at a high point above a town looking out on a starry night sky when I notice some of the stars start to move (little dots of light). When I realise these are UFO's the UFO's become aware that I can see them and start to head towards me at speed. At this point I run to the nearest subway and hide. No idea what that's all about.
Also I can't read this thread title without putting it to Gabriel's song of nearly the same name.
Quote from: GrinningChimera on 02 February, 2014, 02:28:21 PM
Quote from: Tombo on 02 February, 2014, 02:23:42 PM
FTFY!
I was considering that but wasn't sure if anyone would get it :D
How could we not?! It was sewn into his bloody hat!! ;)
Dreamt last night someone at work placed a notice on intranet that there will be a birthday celebration for me with nibbles. Only two people turned up. Was very embarrassing.
Actually that was based on someone at work asking me the day before when my birthday is. I wouldn't say as I hate those mini celebrations when people stop working, gather round, eat crisps and you are expected to make a mini speech.
It does surprise me how one passing comment made in the day, or one thing I might notice, results in an entire dream.
Quote from: shaolin_monkey on 02 February, 2014, 03:43:03 PM
How could we not?! It was sewn into his bloody hat!! ;)
I guess for a moment it slipped my mind that I'm on a forum full of nerds, geeks, freaks and social misfits. Discworlds target audience really :P (no offense meant)
Last night, I dreamt I was Jesus.
Yes yes, I know you always suspected that was what basically was going on in here, but this was the Jesus from Last Temptation of Christ (the Scorsese film version, not the Kazantzakis original). There I was, implausibly looking like Wilhem Dafoe, guiltily skiving from the cross, hiding out in a rock-carved sofa-equipped bunker under Jerusalem playing house with Mary Magdalene (here played by a young Sally Fields), all the time being pursued by the relentless Boba Fett (potrayed by an ageing Jeremy Bulloch as I had last seen him at a con), in the pay of Belloq from Raiders. After a brief shoot out, Gidget Mary and I fled across the desert to San Diego, where we got jobs working in an aquarium and changed our names.
Never eating the sister-in-law's blueberry carrot cake again.
^The Da Vinci Code prequel.^
Quote from: TordelBack on 17 February, 2014, 01:32:33 PM
Never eating the sister-in-law's blueberry carrot cake again.
That dream sounds like an awesome reason to eat more of it!!
Sounds like there were more than just blueberries in it....
I'm quite pleased that after reading more about what people have said here, I now know something disturbing that happens to me is a fairly run-of-the-mill phenomenon.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome)
My mum says when I was small I used to complain of an old man who would sit on the end of the bed, so I guess Sleep Paralysis might explain that too.
Thanks board.
bump...
had a :-\weird one last night, I was having some sort of medical procedure or operation but I was awake but in that dream paralysis state where I cant talk even though I was calling for a nurse . eventually I pulled the two tubes from down my throat and a fella pulled a really long one from my back below the shoulder blade (he said it would hurt and he wasn't kidding)
Quote from: Grug on 12 August, 2014, 03:40:51 PM
bump...
had a :-\weird one last night, I was having some sort of medical procedure or operation but I was awake but in that dream paralysis state where I cant talk even though I was calling for a nurse . eventually I pulled the two tubes from down my throat and a fella pulled a really long one from my back below the shoulder blade (he said it would hurt and he wasn't kidding)
That wasn't a dream, sir. That was a
memory
the first thing the wife suggested I'd been abducted by aliens ::)
I had one of the most weirdest motherfuckin' dream the other day.
I saw the Beast himself - Aleister Crowley!
I saw myself in a strange gathering, and a satanic wedding was in prosession, being conducted by none other than Crowley himself. There were two 'altars', each with a bride awaiting her partner. Then a masked figure entered the room. As soon as I saw him only one thought entered my head - Beelzebub, or the 'Light Bringer', aka Lucifer/ Azraeel/ Iblis. He looked like a young man, handsome, but with a devilish smile and a feeling of fear and unease permeated from him.
The next part of the dream, I saw a group of men (who looked like the 'Masonic' type) waiting in a lavish room. There were mirrors everywhere. They all had to write their names on the mirror, afterwhich their signatures strangely morphed itself within the mirror, as if they were being accepted into the next stage of initiation. However there was a man whose signature was rejected and he looked petrified. In the awaiting room was the masked man again alongside Crowley, and he was talking about accepting their sacrifice/ soul or something. As I watched this whole thing take place in my dream I felt really uneasy. Frankly, it was some pretty scary shit!
But why did I see Crowley? What did it all mean? I had never shown interest in his works although I knew who he was. (And I wouldn't say I'm a fan of a man who advocates child sacrifices in one of his books).
It was one hell of a weird dream, very vivid as well. I was thinking about it for a long time afterwards.
A couple of nights ago I had a dream that the wife and I were sitting outside looking up at an incredibly clear night sky, something we had actually been doing a few days earlier on holiday. I noticed some stationary coloured lights in the sky, a pair of red ones and a pair of green and I was excitedly explaining to my wife that I think they are UFOs.
It turns out that at this point I was actually sitting up in bed with a very confused wife at my side wondering why I woke her to tell her that the standby lights on the bedroom TV and freeview box along with her battery shaver sitting in its charging cradle were visitors from another world.
It will be a good while before she lets me live this one down :-[.
I posted this on FB some time ago - I kept meaning to post here, as you guys would probably appreciate this, but forgot until now!
QuoteI had such an awesome dream last night! I can't believe how epic it was - probably the most vivid and extravagant yet!
The zombie apocalypse had happened in Mega City One, and only two Blocks in my Sector remained unscathed, 'cos they put their blast doors down at the first whiff of trouble. I was stuck in one, signalling to my fellow Judges by semaphore in the other, as communications had gone down.
We drew up plans for a massive offensive, and opened the blast doors. Judges and Citi-Def poured out of both Blocks, armed to the teeth with any makeshift weapon they could use, cutting down a massive zombie horde left, right and centre. There was blood, guts and screaming Jays everywhere!
However, during the carnage I got badly bitten (first time ever in any of my zombie dreams) and crawled off into a corner to shoot myself in the head before I turned.
However, I was too slow, and the next thing I know I'm clawing my way out of wreckage on the shamble for stray Citizens to bite! Passing a shop window I saw my reflection - a full on rotting Zombie Judge!
Just as I was about to pounce on an unwary Cit I heard the words 'Cut!', and Alex Garland appeared from behind a camera crew I hadn't noticed before and said 'Great take, that's a wrap for today! Zombie Judge, can I speak to you for a moment?'
For the rest of the dream we were strolling through the set, discussing key scenes where my Zombie Judge attacked various key points in the Big Meg!
Bloody hell, I tell you what, I've got my own totally awesome film production company right here in my head! I love my dreams!!