Thread: Dreams that have stayed with you for ages...

Feel free to post the dreams that you still have very fond memories of after many years...

I was in a mansion....
With mooses.....
That wanted my cheese....

It sounds stupid but when I was a kid it was awesome because I had nightmares almost every night, the dream was black I expected something bad to happen but it didn't which was awesome I knew I could have a nightmare at any second but instead I experienced a lack of senses (if that's possible). It was awesome.

I had this one where it felt like I was dreaming for months. I went sailing with this boy and we had a great time. I think it was my dreamguide, just that he appeared younger. He looked the same anyway.

After our months on the boat, this witch caused a storm to try and kill us, and the boat capsized and I almost died but as I was about to fall off he grabbed me and held on. We drifted, exhausted into this little pool. The witch was very, very angry but we found her in a museum.

I also had lots of Spyro dreams where I was also a dragon and we went on adventures together. It was great fun. But there was an evil dragon. I remember this one where Spyro and the evil dragon had a showdown and the dragon blasted Spyro with fire into a tree. I didn't think he was gonna get back up (scared little dragon that I was ) but he did, and said "I. Am. Stronger!" and there was this HUGE blast of fire and the evil dragon got burned to a crisp. He came back later though.

I love dreams...

I just remembered that I used to dream about the scene in spyro where his parents turn to stone, of course it was a nightmare but I had forgotten about that dream.

I recall one from when I was very small in which I was trying to save everyone in school from the ploys of a maniacal giant and T-Rex who were working together to do something evil or something. The thing I remember most vividly is that they were so large that they towered over the school by a huge amount, to the point where each of them must have been the size of the entire building.

Then there's the recurring "thump" nightmares with the monster I never saw, but knew was always getting closer with every terror inducing thump, thump, thump, thump. . .

The one I can always remember is a nightmare I had when I was probably seven or so. I was in the haunted theme park from the Goosebumps books, "Horrorland", and I was being chased by the skeleton from Scooby-Doo meets the Boo Brothers. There was a girl my age I was desperately looking for, but eventually I had to escape the park alone. As I ran across the gravel parking lot I could hear that the skeleton was right behind me; I tripped and landed face first into the rocks and tried to crawl a few feet more, but his footsteps were fast approaching, and I turned and I looked up and...

And then I woke up.

Man, that one's stayed with me for years. And isn't it funny? Even my nightmares revolve around my favorite pop culture.

I was being beat with a metal pipe and even though I was lucid, I couldn't stop the DC, dull the pain, or wake myself up. The beating felt like it lasted hours.

I'd be at my grandmothers house, and above her bed were these large cabinets. I'd open the door to the one on the right and crawl inside, I shimmy to the left and pull myself up onto the next shelf. Then I'd drop down onto this wooden seat that was attached to the stone wall. The room I dropped down into was a circular stone room. Small, it was like a sitting area. I'd sit on that wooden seat and right in front of me was a large cathedral type window, and it would be snowing outside, and i'd see kids playing in it, and I felt peaceful. Maybe that was the place my mind would always go to when I was feeling down, it was my peaceful place. I still have that dream til this day randomly. I love it though.

I have a dream that has been recurring for about sixteen years now. It is a bit of Alice the Wonderland kind of dream It is also a dream that has never turned to lucid, nor do I want it to be. It has a very special feeling in it, very unlike my other dreams. I also think, from comparing my diary entries, that it progresses every time a bit. Maybe I learn something after another sixteen years or so. Strange that it is almost accuratetly once in a year. It's my christmas