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Last night I dreamt:

My best friend, who has a drinking problem (black outs/fights) along with other issues, finds himself in a parking lot... Surrounded by cops, guns drawn.

I am there in the parking lot as well, having just arrived and behind a police perimeter...

He's drunk as f*ck and a really depressed. Suicidal even (he has a history).
The cops are barking orders at him, with him being real standoff-ish.

Cops begin to close in on him, with me and others (my wife & strangers?) yelling for them not to hurt him...

He whips out a gun, puts it in his mouth and blows a hole into the back of his head. The hole is the size of a quarter and blood starts pouring out. He collapses.

I run over and grab him and cradle him... blood everywhere. I tell him that it's okay, that it's all okay. I tell him to relax and not to fight, knowing it's over.

As I look down at his face and tell him that's it's okay and that he's moving on, he musters up a smile and it's over.


I wake up right then... Really bothered. It was like 3:45am.



I've had a handful of really sh*tty dreams in my life. Some dating back to my childhood, which I never forget. Some even being re-occuring. But this is fresh and it's still on my mind. These are the dreams that make me wonder if there is more to them than just being a form of stress relief for your mind and body.

Anyone want to share a bad dream?
 
I had a dream once a couple years ago that my brother and I were in a tornado. I was grabbing his arm to keep him from getting sucked into the funnel which was getting pretty close. But he slipped out of my grip and I watched him fly up into the tornado and disappear. That was a pretty bad one.
 
Dahellisdat said:
I had a dream once a couple years ago that my brother and I were in a tornado. I was grabbing his arm to keep him from getting sucked into the funnel which was getting pretty close. But he slipped out of my grip and I watched him fly up into the tornado and disappear. That was a pretty bad one.
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Oh f*ck.

Did you tell him about it?
 
BakedPigeon said:
Last night's dream I received head and got to rub some titties. Sorry man.
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Too bad it was only a dream, :lol


I got that before I went to sleep last night!

Then had the nightmare a couple hours later, :\
 
The other night I had a short 5 sec dream about an evil,mad, manhead staring pissed off at me. It was floating outside my office door.

<--- Probably inspired by this. It was after I stayed up too late on GAF,
 
When I'm feverish I usually see dreams where things start happening faster and faster until I can't make sense of anything.
 
Whew, it was quite difficult to write all this in English. I hope it's somewhat intelligible.

This is what I dreamt last night;
I was in this weird academy... like a high school in appearance, but only with a couple of classrooms, it was in a second floor inside an old building. I don't know what the classes were about, something about journalism I think. A childhood friend of mine who I haven't seen in a long time was sitting behind me, so I turned back and we started talking. I talked to her for a long time, what seemed like hours. I can't remember a word about the conversation, I just remember it was very lively and we had tons of fun.
Then, we went to the roof of the building, just the two of us (we used to do that back in school in real life), only that this roof was very different. It was a sloping roof (very high slope), made of old tiles, and there were some metal bars and a couple of small chimneys. We used those to move along the roof and enjoy the view from up there.
The building we were on was like 10 story high, but we were in an old city with similar buildings alongside. There was an avenue in front of us, and then a huge cathedral, very very huge (I knew that place, I've been there on other dreams but at the ground level). In front of it, in the avenue (pedestrian-only avenue), there was a huge monument (like an 8 story building tall), comprised by three different floors made of baroque ornaments, containing gigantic silver statues of Hellenic mythology characters. The top floor represented a fight between five or so of them, and I started talking with my friend about whose those characters were and how awesome they looked. I remember the last part about the conversation, she saying "look, Apollo is really cool", pointing at an armored figure which was thrusting a spear into another statue, and I was like "Apollo? isn't that Athena?".
Suddenly, I lost foot on the roof. I grabbed onto something fast enough, but I suddenly got engulfed by an horrible sensation of vertigo. Now the building seemed grotesquely high, and my equilibrium and my handle very fragile. My friend was trying to help me, but I was completely frightened, I didn't know how to move, where to go, all I wanted was to leave the roof, but I was paralyzed with fear holding onto a couple of metal bars. Even some people came up from the classrooms to help. I tried slowly moving back to safety, but all I did was get into a worse and more risky position. I really thought I was going to die.
I don't remember anything else but I woke up absolutely frightened.

So, it was a very weird dream that ended up morphing into a nightmare. I got very scared again just by typing the last part (I'm afraid of heights).
 
I used to have recurring nightmares but once I started trying lucid dreaming they basically went away. Now I only have a nightmare once every couple of months, but they're so disturbing and fucked up that it's not much better.
 
I had a dream that I made out with my high school english teacher, but it was to get out of prison
 
I had a dream the other day where my neighbor's punk kids scratched up my car's rear bumper and drew grafiti on my front door. I went over to him to discuss the damages. Even though he agreed to pay for some of my vandalized property, he seemed to have no remorse whatsoever for his children's behavior and seemed even proud of them in some way. Fucker.
 
I've posted this before, so I'll just copy it up and update it a little :lol

I can't stand my vivid dreams. They're very realistic.

Every once and a while I'll get a truly realistic nightmare - they can be horrifying. (They're mostly in the form of "Dream within a dream".

Around two weeks back I had this dream that I was in my house and there were these hellish creatures outside, disjointed noises and my face was melting when I looked in the mirror. The creepy part? I was fully aware. I was trying to influence it and nothing worked. I started to become convinced that I had somehow died and been sent to Hell and I begun to plead to the Lord to be given one more shot.

Freakiest thing in the world. I get about 3-4 of those a year, nightmares where I become fully aware as if I was awake and try and escape from the dream. I had one of the creepiest ones ever a few months back. I was pleading with myself in the dream to let myself wake up, so I would not be trapped in the Lovecraftian dream world anymore. I had become fully lucid but I was still in the nightmare. I remember walking around thinking how I would get the fuck out of it and wake up. When I finally woke up somehow, my thought process was still continuing from the dream.

At first I was unsure if I had actually woken up as there were several false awakenings in the dream, but a quick check around assured me that I was back in the world of the awake :D

I've been having nightmares since I was 3...
 
I still remember a dream long ago about being chased off a cliff by Luther Vandross and some other black guy. Then they jump down next to me and shoot me. Then I die and then wake up.

What'd I ever do to deserve Luther's wrath, anyway?
 
I once had a dream that Britney Spears became the new pope. I was bummed out because she'd be the pope for the rest of my life D:
 
NintendoTogepi said:
I've posted this before, so I'll just copy it up and update it a little :lol

I can't stand my vivid dreams. They're very realistic.

Every once and a while I'll get a truly realistic nightmare - they can be horrifying. (They're mostly in the form of "Dream within a dream".

Around two weeks back I had this dream that I was in my house and there were these hellish creatures outside, disjointed noises and my face was melting when I looked in the mirror. The creepy part? I was fully aware. I was trying to influence it and nothing worked. I started to become convinced that I had somehow died and been sent to Hell and I begun to plead to the Lord to be given one more shot.

Freakiest thing in the world. I get about 3-4 of those a year, nightmares where I become fully aware as if I was awake and try and escape from the dream. I had one of the creepiest ones ever a few months back. I was pleading with myself in the dream to let myself wake up, so I would not be trapped in the Lovecraftian dream world anymore. I had become fully lucid but I was still in the nightmare. I remember walking around thinking how I would get the fuck out of it and wake up. When I finally woke up somehow, my thought process was still continuing from the dream.

At first I was unsure if I had actually woken up as there were several false awakenings in the dream, but a quick check around assured me that I was back in the world of the awake :D

I've been having nightmares since I was 3...
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The worst part?

YOU'RE STILL NOT AWAKE. YOU'LL NEVER WAKE UP.
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Nearly every single night, I dream one of the following two things:

1. That I have something I don't have in real life, such as a talent like the ability to compose music or draw

2. That I'm desperately searching for something I want but I can never find it

Ever since I kept a dream journal for about a week and a half, many of my dreams have been very vivid and striking. This means I usually wake up either realizing I don't really have what I was dreaming about or that I'm no closer to finding what I want.
 
Oh man once I had a nightmare that I went to the premiere of AVATAR and my 3D glasses snapped in half just before the movie started. I went out to get replacements and when I came back the end credits were rolling.

There was another bad dream where my mum got shot and upon recovering went insane and tried to hunt and kill my sister and I. She chased me to the top of some hotel above the clouds - lunged at me on the balcony of the top floor and went flying over the edge with me. I grabbed onto the underside of a passing chopper and she plunged to her death. True (dream) story.
 
Scullibundo said:
Oh man once I had a nightmare that I went to the premiere of AVATAR and my 3D glasses snapped in half just before the movie started. I went out to get replacements and when I came back the end credits were rolling.
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Heh, that's pretty funn...

There was another bad dream where my mum got shot and upon recovering went insane and tried to hunt and kill my sister and I. She chased me to the top of some hotel above the clouds - lunged at me on the balcony of the top floor and went flying over the edge with me. I grabbed onto the underside of a passing chopper and she plunged to her death. True (dream) story.
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Wrote this for my blog a while back:

This morning I was jarred out of sleep by an alarm test being done by the fire station. Since I had a bit more time to sleep I got back to it, but was then greeted with one of the strangest dreams I ever had.

I was working in an office, doing some sort of work. I think I was in Japan. I was speaking in Japanese, but I canÂ’t clearly remember any of my coworkers. It could have been anywhere, and the location didnÂ’t really matter.

It was a normal day, just chatting with coworkers about random bullshit. At one point, someone runs in and yells that a bomb has been dropped. Panic spread out, and someone hit a button that caused this giant metal barrier to begin to rise from the floor. As I look out of the window that is slowly being covered, I see, in slow motion a bomb falling from the sky. I begin to run as fast as I can to get away.

At this point, the dream gets weird. I remember hearing the explosion and a burst of heat coupled with a flash of white light. Everything goes black and I know that I’m dead. But in a weird sense I also know that I’m dreaming, but that is the only thing I know. I try to “think” but all that comes to my mind that is the fact that this is a dream. I can’t feel anything and only see blackness.

I finally awake and I know my eyes are open, but I canÂ’t see shit. IÂ’m freaking the hell out thinking IÂ’ve gone blind. Slowly, my vision returned.

I’m not one to believe that dreams “mean” something, but this one was certainly unsettling. At the same token, it gave me a brief feeling of security in terms of dealing with death, but I’m not exactly sure why.
 
RevenantKioku said:
Wrote this for my blog a while back:

This morning I was jarred out of sleep by an alarm test being done by the fire station. Since I had a bit more time to sleep I got back to it, but was then greeted with one of the strangest dreams I ever had.

I was working in an office, doing some sort of work. I think I was in Japan. I was speaking in Japanese, but I canÂ’t clearly remember any of my coworkers. It could have been anywhere, and the location didnÂ’t really matter.

It was a normal day, just chatting with coworkers about random bullshit. At one point, someone runs in and yells that a bomb has been dropped. Panic spread out, and someone hit a button that caused this giant metal barrier to begin to rise from the floor. As I look out of the window that is slowly being covered, I see, in slow motion a bomb falling from the sky. I begin to run as fast as I can to get away.

At this point, the dream gets weird. I remember hearing the explosion and a burst of heat coupled with a flash of white light. Everything goes black and I know that I’m dead. But in a weird sense I also know that I’m dreaming, but that is the only thing I know. I try to “think” but all that comes to my mind that is the fact that this is a dream. I can’t feel anything and only see blackness.

I finally awake and I know my eyes are open, but I canÂ’t see shit. IÂ’m freaking the hell out thinking IÂ’ve gone blind. Slowly, my vision returned.

I’m not one to believe that dreams “mean” something, but this one was certainly unsettling. At the same token, it gave me a brief feeling of security in terms of dealing with death, but I’m not exactly sure why.
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J/K, but that reminds me of a lot of my nuke dreams. Especially the death part. That dream could almost be something I wrote.
 
i had a dream that the world was ending, and i was home alone. it was like a meteor or something, and i was shitting myself because i couldnt find my parents. then i go outside and they're all there, along with dead relatives and freinds... and then we all hug and cry because we're allready dead... the meteor had been.
i woke up and was like holy fuck... i was so scared haha.
 
NintendoTogepi said:
I started to become convinced that I had somehow died and been sent to Hell and I begun to plead to the Lord to be given one more shot.
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Not to make light of this in the slightest, but it very well could be true on one level or another ... Sorry to hear about your nightmares, they sound like they suck.

I generally love my dreams, even the ones that aren't obviously loveable (in the sense of involving titties), I love them anyway just for them being dreams. The memorable ones often involve a very distinct sense of place - some kind of large, unitary environment where loads of stories unfold and intertwine, some mundane, some insane. Transport terminals and journeys also seem to be a minor recurring feature.

Anyway, I sometimes get scary dreams too. It's never been that common, but in the last two months I've had three dreams that involved a lot more personal stress than normal. I'm still glad in a sense for having them; they're often stunning in retrospect, and I have to appreciate the wonder in amongst the terror. I hope they don't continue to increase in frequency - or that if they do, it somehow indicates or goes hand in hand with an increasingly fulfilling real life ...

The first nightmare was quite simple: someone had thrown me into the middle of Peter Jackson's King Kong, and then thrown the whole thing into the middle of American plains country (of which I have no direct knowledge at all). Safe reality had been overturned by loads of monsters running around. The immediate problem was the raptors scouring the landscape for human flesh, but there was a clear sense of there being worse, larger terrors around if you were unlucky enough to encounter them. I never saw the t-rexes but I knew they were there, and the lynchpin of the whole nightmare was Kong himself, as if his presence (or very existence) was somehow indirectly pulling all the rest of the strings.

Humans were evacuating the towns and pulling together some kind of organised resistance, but when I came to what I thought was a resistance encampment, I was shocked to find how ill-prepared and plain dumb the whole thing was, with tents somehow being the first and last line of defence. I tried to warn that the raptors were coming, but the men there were fatalistic and seemed to feel they'd done everything they could. The raptors duly came, and seemed to be mixing the obligatory ripping and rending with a certain amount of shepherding ...

I escaped (I can usually escape), and found myself back in an all-American fantasy town that belonged in Disney World. The only people around were the brave and the foolhardy, and KONG was on the loose! We spent a certain amount of time learning how to live with him, in the sense of co-operative distraction. He would chase any one of us, and destroy anything in his path. So we would jump into a house through the front windows, climb the stairs and bail out the back windows. The house would be destroyed, we would hide somewhere to rest, and someone else would take over the job of distracting him.

Once we were on an even footing I found a cave that was also somehow a ruined Cambodian temple, which eventually turned out to be the locking mechanism for Kong, and the spiritual horrors that had been unleashed on the world in his form. The relevant paraphernalia were disposed on a couple of broad, high ledges close the ceiling of the cave, as if the temple had been designed to facilitate a human to stay out of KongÂ’s reach. I dodged back and forth, pulled a few ancient switches, revealed an ancient chest, and having kept my faith with the help of some kind of spirit guide that belonged to the temple, managed to disintegrate Kong, and restore order to the world ...

... If anyoneÂ’s interested IÂ’ll also relate the story of finding a lost city on a beautiful bright day and having to subsequently avoid butt-rape from some local toughs ... and my dream from last night, in which my wife and I were living with a lion ...
 
I hate how sometimes I'll have a bad dream where my wife upsets me for some reason, and when I wake up I still have the upset at wife chemicals or whatever in my brain so I wake up upset... but I can't be mad at someone for something they didn't do

Or can I?


Stupid wifey
 
In my dream last night my arse was made out of grapes. More disturbing than nightmareworthy.
 
The other night I had a dream and the only thing I remember from it is that I was walking down a dark alley and I look behind me and Barack Obama is also walking down the same alley. He looks mad and I say "How are you, Mr. President?" and he looks at me and says "Leave me alone."

That's all I remember.
 
Ive had movie type dreams that im like the guy that always dies in the science fiction horror movies. The weird genetic experiment or some alien kills me.:lol
 
I seem to dream in a different way than most people do. I have story dreams, "movie dreams," I guess. The ones I remember are long, not just little "I was driving a car up a mountain road" or "I was standing on top of the Empire State Building and jumped" kinds of things. We're talking dreams with plot, story, and characters I've never met before.

One time, years ago (and I'm amazed I still remember this), I dreamed that I was in the distant future, and part of some investigative team trying to track down this serial bomber. It turned out that the bombs this guy left were always inside some kind of computer equipment. My team and I went to a whole bunch of different bombed sites, always too late to either stop the bomb or catch the culprit. The last thing I remember dreaming is walking into this eerily empty building, everything in white (hence how I knew it was the future), then hearing the telltale "beep-beep-beep" of a bomb about to go off. And then I woke up.

Stuff like this. Not short little events, but long, epic experiences. The ones I remember are pretty cool, but I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on some of these other kinds of dreams.
 
The Crimson Blur said:
I haven't had a nightmare in years...

I have plenty of dreams though. I guess I am just not a very stressed out person.
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So lucky.

I'be been having more and more nightmares over the past year. Some scary sh*t too.
 
I dreamed I was chatting with my ex gf and she wanted me back.

I have some weird tendency to believe dreams are true as I wake up, so it makes it even more cruel when I realize it couldn't have happened because I just woke up.

Yup.
 
When I have bad dreams it's like i'm conscious that it's bad.
At that point I press "pause" on the dvd if you know what I mean and i'm like "why the hell am I dreaming this bullshit?"
Then I continue dreaming of something else, like if I changed the dvd...

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I remember once when I was a kid, I became conscious in my dream, and figured that the only way out of the dream was to flush myself in the toilet.
 
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