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Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
Greetings,

Post your dreams, lucid or not. Include all the detail you can. No dream is meaningless. No meaning is too obscure.

I have many dreams that I shall post here. I'm just waiting for others... I don't like being the first..!
 

Gigapact

Lollygagging Milk Drinker (according to guards)
You mean dreams we've actually had in real life? I just wanna make sure before I go posting something and then look dumb :sadface:
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
You mean dreams we've actually had in real life? I just wanna make sure before I go posting something and then look dumb :sadface:

Dont worry, you won't look dumb. I edited my original post this morning, as it was composed late last night after too much ale. Something about dreams rotting and proliferating... So to your point, yes, it should be dreams you've actually had. In real life.
 

Gigapact

Lollygagging Milk Drinker (according to guards)
Okay cool. I have severe insomnia, so I take stuff to sleep, which leads me to not remembering too many dreams. But here's one I always remember vividly, although it's a little sad.

The dream: I was in a cemetery, and it was raining heavily; the sky was a dark, ominous gray. I was atop a hill in the cemetery, where there was one grave stone and a single large tree. The tree was dead, it had no leaves or life to it; it was swaying back in forth in the storm. The wind howled viciously. I was alone and on my knees in front of the gravestone, hunched over, my hands covering my face. I was sobbing uncontrollably and looked at the gravestone. Inscribed into the old, crumbling stone was my grandfather's name.

Then, I woke up with tears running down my cheeks. I actually thought he was dead for a couple minutes; that's how vivid and real the dream seemed.

In real life: My grandfather is indeed still alive thank god. He's the person I'm closest to, but he is getting older and I think my worry over the subject matter manifested in my dreams.
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
I've had tornado dreams for most of my life. The tornado is coming, it's arrival imminent, yet never actually strikes. My first lucid dream was several years ago during one of these tornado dreams. I realized that I was in a dream and I didn't wake. It was the most amazing feeling. I flew through the air like superman, but the flight took much mental effort, and like in all lucid dreams I've had since, I could only go so high. I could never escape the Earth's gravity well, for instance, even though I wanted to. Seems there may be different "levels" of lucid dreamers. I'd consider myself to be of low level, because I can control my own actions, but I imagine that there are those capable of churning their dreamscape to what ever consistency they desire.
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
Dreams can be difficult to articulate. Here's one that I remember very vividly that I had while in high school, (which was what, 16, 17 years ago..). :beermug:

I'm sitting in class when a thunderous shaking is felt through the floor. Then came the screams. The screaming could be heard through the walls and was coming from adjacent class rooms as well as from outside in the hall. When I threw open the door I was greeted with a scene of utter chaos. Students running every which way; running for their lives. Then the thundering crashing and screams came from behind me, the classroom I had just left. I threw open the door and went back into the classroom, and I saw what everyone was running from. It seems funny sometimes when I describe it now, but try to imagine the horror of the situation as it played out in real time. What I was seeing, was the head portion of a great white shark, only much larger than a real great white, (perhaps it was a megalodon). It's as if the floor was the surface of the ocean, and the shark was breaching to feed on students. It only came out as far as it's gills, but the thing is, the floor was made of concrete, and the shark head was busting right through. Then it went back down and out of sight. I ran. Out in the hallway, a crowd of students exploded as the shark head burst from below, it's jaws wide. Airborne students fell into the gaping maw, and it chewed them, blood and limbs raining. This happened again and again, in the hall and in class rooms. Every time it burst through the floor, students and teachers were sent airborne, their fate sealed by gravity and chomping jaws of razors. Students were trying to escape the school, but the doors were locked. Figures..

My high school had a bridge that at went over the commons area, (lunch room), and the shark head was breaching and eating students on the bridge. It's body should've been 40 or 50 feet long easily. Yet it came out of the bridge itself, and when looking under the bridge, there was nothing. I determined then that the beast was of supernatural origins. I did not want to be crushed and cut in those jaws, so I decided to end my life, knowing that it would not stop until everyone was consumed. So I ran and jumped off the bridge, determined to land head-first on the ground below. I did, but I lived. It didn't even hurt. So I ran down the hallway determined to hide, and I found a diving bell. I got inside and hid.

Now, here comes that funny point where dreams diverge, and turn into something completely different. The next thing I remember, is walking down a paved path, with the shark. Yes, the shark was now wearing a suit, and had arms and legs... it was humanoid, except it had a great white's head coming out of a suit jacket. And it was holding roses. The shark, it seemed, was about to go on a date, and I was giving it advise, telling it not to be too nervous. WHAT THE HELL?

The end.
 

W'rkncacnter

Mister Freeze
This was a couple nights ago.

I was hard at work building the structure. It was a large hole in the ground which was walled off on each side with cement block. My former boss (a recurring figure in many of my dreams) was overseeing the construction. We had just finished putting the final piece in when he had me go find a gentleman on the street. I came across an elderly fellow who I guided back to the structure. Only it wasn't empty now. Instead a magnificent steam engine sat in the hole. And not just any steam engine. . .no sir. This was the steam engine from The Polar Express (or it WAS the Polar Express - however you want to say it). Well, the elderly gentleman I had collected from the street was here to purchase the train. We decided to do a bit of a walk-through before the sale was final. As we walked up to the train I noticed that this actually wasn't the real Polar Express. Not unless the real Polar Express was crudely made out of colored concrete blocks (and we all know Santa would never stoop that low). Oddly enough, the elderly fellow didn't seem to notice the terrible craftsmanship due to his bad eyesight. Instead we continued with the tour on board. Of course, as we enter the train car the elderly man is assassinated by a dark man in a suit who proceeds to run for the door. I attempt to give chase but am hindered by the rising water. Oh, didn't I mention the water? Yeah, probably because it didn't appear until it was convenient to stop me from running. I sloshed through the water attempting to keep my head above water until I was pressed up against glass in the last remaining air pocket.

That's when my alarm went off. I don't work for my former boss. I'm not a con artist trying to sell a cinder block train. I'm not going to drown in a fake train in a pit I dug after I witnessed the assassination of some poor guy I picked off the street.

At least, not today. . .
 

Daelon DuLac

How do you backstab a Dragon?
I'll stick with my drag-queens in a hot-air balloon over Times Square in NYC sprinkling glitter on me while throwing water-balloons at the Rockettes who are punting footballs at them.

Just plain weird (and I've had it twice!).
 

raido KASAI

Ansei Master Badass
Has anyone else noticed the absolute complete inability to do even the simplest math in their dreams?

I remember once dreaming of being at a bar or restaurant and not being able to calculate what a 20% tip would be on a $10 tab.
 

raido KASAI

Ansei Master Badass
I'll stick with my drag-queens in a hot-air balloon over Times Square in NYC sprinkling glitter on me while throwing water-balloons at the Rockettes who are punting footballs at them.

Just plain weird (and I've had it twice!).
It's certainly not inconceivable that you could have actually experienced that in the real-life NYC
 

W'rkncacnter

Mister Freeze
Has anyone else noticed the absolute complete inability to do even the simplest math in their dreams?

I remember once dreaming of being at a bar or restaurant and not being able to calculate what a 20% tip would be on a $10 tab.
Math? I have recurring dreams that I've forgotten my shoes (used to be at school, now it's at work). If I can't remember something simple like shoes how would I ever be expected to do complex math?
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
^^^That reminds me of another dream I had. I was getting ready for my first day at my new job. At Walmart. (I actually did work at Walmart once, for a short time) I was in the back of my work van, tying my work boots. (I have never owned a work van) For some reason, I had to lace the boots, and it was then that I noticed that the laces were at least 50 yards long. They just seemed to go on forever, as if receeding into the the horizon. I thought "crap, I'm gonna be late for work on my first day," as I went to the task of lacing my impossibly long laces.

That is what I call an anxiety dream...
 

Trekiros

Member
I've only had one lucid dream. I decided to go do some superman stuff, so I lept, raised my fist and flew off.
Long story short, my fist hit the wall in front of my bed, I woke up angry and in pain.

But my most ridiculous dream of all times was not this lucid dream, believe it or not. I was a kid, and that day, I had read at least a good five tomes of dragon ball Z. That night, I dreamt that I and Goku teamed up against Broly and Freezer. It was the most glorious thing you've ever seen : colors, explosions, lazer beams, manly shouts and gritty hand to hand combat. We managed to take down Freezer after a good 2 hours of the most epic fight ever. The city was in ruins and I felt proud like I've never felt before.
But then, the "camera" started to fly off in the distance, ceasing to show this awesome fight. And before I could even get angry that I was missing out on the rest of this spectacle, before I could worry that I would never see Broly defeated, Freezer rose from the dead, holding a gigantic pannel that shined thirteen letters and took my entire field of vision : "to be continued". My alarm rang, I woke up in a jumpscare.

I've been waiting for the sequel for fifteen years now.

The rest of my dreams are pretty common though. My dreams usually involve pretty girls and adventures, my nightmares usually involve werewolves, infinite stairs and mazes, being naked in a crowd, or the death of a friend/family member/pet.
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
It strikes me as amazing that the mind is somehow aware of reality while in a dream. Such as in Trekiros' dream, when Freezer held up the "to be continued" sign right before the alarm went off. As if something in him KNEW that the alarm was about to go off.

I had a dream once while sleeping on the couch, that I was in a castle. The content of the dream itself is irrelevant, it's just that in the dream, I knocked over a tall metal candle holder, which fell to the ground with a clatter. This clatter corresponded exactly to the timing of my mother dropping a glass bowl in the kitchen. So, how was my mind able to synchronize the two events? Is it simply illusion that the two sounds occurred simultaneously, or did my unconscious self somehow know that a bowl was dropped in the kitchen, and created a scenario within the dream to account for the sound?
 

raido KASAI

Ansei Master Badass
It strikes me as amazing that the mind is somehow aware of reality while in a dream. Such as in Trekiros' dream, when Freezer held up the "to be continued" sign right before the alarm went off. As if something in him KNEW that the alarm was about to go off.

I had a dream once while sleeping on the couch, that I was in a castle. The content of the dream itself is irrelevant, it's just that in the dream, I knocked over a tall metal candle holder, which fell to the ground with a clatter. This clatter corresponded exactly to the timing of my mother dropping a glass bowl in the kitchen. So, how was my mind able to synchronize the two events? Is it simply illusion that the two sounds occurred simultaneously, or did my unconscious self somehow know that a bowl was dropped in the kitchen, and created a scenario within the dream to account for the sound?
I'd guess it was a response to outside stimulation and the mind working it in as part of the dream. Probably nearly simultaneous but a slight delay
 

Benthos

Proud Mer
I remember a dream on the night of 30 October 2010, I was investigating a house that was being harassed by a demon. Given that I no longer feared ghosts I volunteered to clear the demon for them. I could sense he was watching me and when I finally had the place to myself, I called him out, I talked trash and when I could feel the enraged demon standing inches from my face my response was "What're you gonna do, huh? WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO?!" getting annoyed as if he could do anything to me, then within seconds I feel my ankle being grabbed, I am lifted off the ground by 2 feet and suddenly all of my energy was yanked out of me at once, forcing me to pass out.
Well, from that move I forced myself awake yelling out "YOU THINK YOU CAN GET RID OF ME LIKE THAT?!" waking up/startling my girl friend who was staying over. I then realized I woke myself up physically out of the dream and yelled out "DAMMIT, HE GOT RID OF ME!!!" How can a dream entity defeat you in combat? Like TRULY defeat you when both of you know you can't be defeated? Well, now you have the answer. :mad:
 

W'rkncacnter

Mister Freeze
The theme last night was: defending the weak.

I was in a school setting and all the other students were picking on this one girl. I stood up for her. However, I mostly just remember the wall of lockers. . .

Then I was helping an old man move his cart across a bridge. The era seemed to be early 1900's and the location was most likely China's coastline (small village). Once across the bridge he began dumping handfuls of coins into the bay. Then it becomes a little hazy and suddenly some guys are busting into his shack to speak with him. I'm shuffled outside. But suddenly, I'm back inside lying on the cot (I think I switched characters) listening to these guys. They are threatening the old man and grab a handful of cash lying on the table.

This is where it gets good.

I follow them out of the shack and call them out. At this point I realize I am Jackie Chan. The one thug turns and he is one of the villains from The Drunken Master (complete with suit and tie). The other thug actually has a black mask over his face. They both stand at least a foot or more over me. Then we go at it. It doesn't start off so well, with me taking a number of blows. Finally, I hit my groove and they are taking a solid beating. The villain refuses to acknowledge defeat so I smack him in the head. He stands back up, still defiant. Another blow and he struggles to stand back up. This time he drops the stolen cash, whimpers and runs off with his minion.

Roll credits (AKA alarm wakes me up). Yeah, I love my action dreams.
 
Oh I could tell you about a whole bunch of my dreams, but instead I'll just tell you guys a few of em.
I had one tonight that I consider a nightmare. A lot of my nightmares are similar to this, too - they are kinda like conspiracy theories in action.
So last night I had a dream where I was walking home to my old apartment (this was an apartment I lived in way back, like when I was in middle school - it was a hellish time so it appears in a lot of my nightmares). I was walking back from the minimart in front of the complex and talking to a friend next to me. We are talking about how against drones we are and how bad they are. So of course, next thing I know, there's a drone flying in the sky above my head. I hear it before I see it, it's announcing itself through some invisible loudspeaker system. Something about its a Hunter-Killer Drone and if anyone steps out of line it will basically hunt us down and kill us all. When I finally do see it, it's kinda funny looking, it looks like some deformed blue and white humidifier with helicopter propellers on top. Then I wake up going wtf was that about? Lol.

Another one I had, and this one is a frequently reoccurring dream, is that I am in my bed and I can't move. Not only that, but that there's this demon or dark figure either standing next to me about to attack or slowly approaching me while I try to get away. Well I had another of these last night, only the demon had change form. He was standing next to my bed singing some non-existent Stone Sour songs. Looking back it was funny as hell, this hulking black demon figure singing at me. But right then it was terrifying. As it sung to me it started trying to attach itself to my back, like it stuck it's hand inside my back and they started to meld together. Well I wasn't having that so I imagined this explosive white light around me. That threw him off. Then I became lucid and realized it was a dream, so I started telling myself to wake up; which I did.

So those are just some examples. ^^;
 

Kohlar the Unkilled

Time for some ale
Last night there were elements of Skyrim mixed somehow seamlessly with the backbone of the modern world. I was with a group of people that I remember nothing about now, and we were being defeated by what appeared to be midnight-blue, four inch tall incarnation of Randy Couture. I don't remember how he was defeating us, only that we had taken casualties against him, and were on the run. When I was the only one of us left, I took the fight to Randy, and trapped him in cage. The cage was like a scaled down jail cell. Suddenly, I knew I could fly, so set off to drop the cage from a very high height. That's when I saw the Whitegold Tower. I was in a modern Imperial City. I flew with the cage to the top of the tower, which was so high that I felt I was almost in space. Once settled on the top, looking down was similar to the view in Skyrim when aloft at Meridia's Beacon.
 

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