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:evil: There was a storm and the rivers were flooded and me and a friend of mine were driving and then this giant rusty ship kept following us along the river ......then it started running people over in there boats and swimming and stuff.......well i changed dreams (want to know how to change dreams...reply and ask) but the dreams just kept getting wierder :eek:
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Two nights ago I dreamed that I was at some kind of dance at my school and i made this banner that dropped down and it had streamer hanging of off it and people started to dance around them. Then I heard the teachers talking about how they think i did this to sabotage the dance because there was a water balloon in the streamers and to make it look like i didn\\\'t want to sabotage the dance i made the water balloon hit me. Then i went outside and I was eating doritos and it was snowing and raining doritos. Then i went to my french class and there were beds in there and i forgot to do my homework which was drawing a design to put on medals, and i was acting as if i did it. Then the teacher was talking to these two kids who didn\\\'t do their homework, outside. They were riding their motorcycles and it was making large amounts of smoke and I was choking on the smoke. Then my friends and I were trying to get our principal fired, because we were told that if we did, we would get money.
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Last night I had a dream that i was playing a game that was a cross between Splinter cell and the movie Silent Hill. I was play this game on a console that looked like a jaguar with vacuum ports on it. I was playing this game in my 7th grade math class room and my 7th grade math teacher was there asking me about the console. Then we were going over homework that I guess i wasn\\\'t there to get and the teacher called on me twice. Then i was in the town of Silent Hill and there were a bunch of people and two of them had a flame thrower and they were trying to ignite a tank of gasoline that was by me (because i told then to)
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Last night i dreamed that we had to enter an art contest for our homework. I made a nice painting and went to the contest. For some reason i had my saxophone and this guy was admiring it. Then i was at the "Oscars" but to get an Oscar you had to be the first one to touch it. Then we had to answer the question "what would people in the 80's think life in 2006 would be" and i said "They would think we would have a cure for cancer and hover buses" i forgot the third thing i was going to say. Then the ghost of bleeding gums Murphy (yes from the Simpsons) possessed a TV and covered me it hot wax. I went home and homer had set up a snow machine but it was barely working. In this dream i was bart simpson
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i remember two dreams from last night. In the first game i helped 1200 death row inmates escape and then people where outraged and they went crazy over safety. They captured all the inmates and i was converting all my bun sun burners to light bulbs, but then i started melting a test tube to fix cracks in it. when it melted too much and there was a glob of glass on the end of it and somehow it got in my mouth and i was trying to get it out before it solidified and i woke up.
Then in my other dream people where living at a landfill and there were broken terra cotta pots covering the garbage. Then aliens took over the world and they lived in big plastic bubble and they looked like Hollywood aliens except they were yellow. Then when found out they can be killed by peeing on them. Then somehow when made them leave.
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Last night i dreamed that i caught the chimerian virus, but i wasn't changing into one of them and then these people caught two chimerian angels dressed up as humans and they were trying to control me and they were reading my mind. Then the people let them out and then in health we were suppose to go into a Indian cave and take about what they thought about sex and i didn't want to and i saw a hot girl who also didn't want to go in the cave and we started to make out then my hands started to move towards my pants and my health teacher told my mom i didn't do the Indian cave thing and she got because they were making people do and she lit rocks on fire then i remember one of the angels committed suicide by taking a bunch of sleeping pills and coughing syrup. I then woke up.
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Last night i dreamed that we were watching a movie in CCD class and the we had to keep going over this part so the teacher went to the device that was playing the movie it looked really weird and the teacher said it worked on air power and the teacher hit the fast forward button, but the movie wasn't moving very fast. They the teacher knocked the light down and it spilled this green liquid and the teacher asked were the ammonia was and i told her that it should be in the janitor's closet. I was thinking about how i hate the smell of ammonia. Then me and one of the kids in my CCD class were at our CDD lockers (which don't exist). I was trying to open my locker and i couldn't then i pulled on the lock really hard and it came off. I looked inside my locker and found a razor blade and i said "Ahh, my trusted razor blade" That all i remember.
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My weirdest dream is one I still remember from early childhood. I was floating out in space, and suddenly a gigantic, disembodied head appears in front of me (years later, I realized this was the head of Paul Newman, as I had seen on salad dressing bottles.) To my terror, his mouth opens and he swallows me; I am immediately transported to my preschool classroom. Our teachers have split us up into two groups, and we are given blocks to build something with. The team that builds the better project will win; the losers will be killed. My group starts to build something and I peek around the corner to spy on the other team. They have built a real, working carosel. (Man, we're in trouble.) A mechanical hand comes out of the sky at this point and grabs me, hurling me back into space. I am doggie-paddling through space, trying to escape, and another Paul Newman head appears. I try to go in the other direction, and another one appears as well. Everywhere I turn, more heads appear until I am surrounded. They are chanting, "another one! another one!" And then I wake up, too terrified to move...
http://www.dreamviews.com/forum/inde...howtopic=40322
My newest weird dream: Link
:evil: OKAY.....the paul newman dream beats a couple of my "wierd dreams"
i can't even look at a salad dressing bottle without laughing now
This reminded me of a dream I had about walking down a street and seeing a pile of 100+ human heads detached from their bodies. When I walk up to them I find they are talking to each other and then to me.Quote:
My weirdest dream is one I still remember from early childhood. I was floating out in space, and suddenly a gigantic, disembodied head appears in front of me (years later, I realized this was the head of Paul Newman, as I had seen on salad dressing bottles.) To my terror, his mouth opens and he swallows me; I am immediately transported to my preschool classroom. Our teachers have split us up into two groups, and we are given blocks to build something with. The team that builds the better project will win; the losers will be killed. My group starts to build something and I peek around the corner to spy on the other team. They have built a real, working carosel. (Man, we're in trouble.) A mechanical hand comes out of the sky at this point and grabs me, hurling me back into space. I am doggie-paddling through space, trying to escape, and another Paul Newman head appears. I try to go in the other direction, and another one appears as well. Everywhere I turn, more heads appear until I am surrounded. They are chanting, "another one! another one!" And then I wake up, too terrified to move...[/b]
I remeber that dream was spurred because I read something about the brain still being alive some while after your body dies and no sign of life remains from looking at the corpse.
There was much more to the dream and I remember it only because of its weirdness. But I can't remember because I was to lazy to write it down. :?
I had a odd one lately:
I was in a boat on a frozen lake. On the boat a man was kissing a woman, fire fought a dragon with a rainbow in the background, a man was hitting a woman's head to the ice on the lake until she died, and I was playing a game of Age of Empires 2 with one of my friends.
So far, the only one I can think of right now is when my friend found a way to turn invisible, and he jumped out at people. It didn't scare anybody though, we were all just amazed by him turning invisible. He told me that he found out how to on Gamefaqs. It was odd, because he doesn't go there. I remember doing a reality check, but it didn't work. : (
I think my strangest and most unsettling dream have to be the one from august 14, 2006.
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"Paper Horse"
There was lots of details and conversations lost in this dream. The things that i can remember though, i can remember extremely clearly. The whole dream is in a small village, i can see mansions, houses and a river flowing through the middle of it all. There was 3 people in my dream, a 25-32 year old woman and man that knew each other very well, childhood friends perhaps. Then... there was another man, i don't have a clear vision of him, ever, i don't know of his intentions.
After some events, of unknown importance, i am in a extremely long corridor("I" am non-existant in this dream, currently i am the woman, in third person view). Maybe it is a train, there are sitting places along the wall. I walk along this corridor. There are no lights whatsoever, or windows, but there is still a very faint light, so i can see. I can see the end now, or atleast a door. I also notice something beside the door, that i walk up to. It's a rocking horse... it's made of paper.
I kneel down infront of it... suddenly music starts playing from it. I recognize the tune, from my waking life memory, but i can't remember from where i have heard it. It sounds innocent, otherworldly and very sad. I get a extremely bad feeling of dread and horror. I turn around... a creeping darkness is coming from the other end towards me, it seems living, slithering, stretching, creeping. It flows over me like a tide, i can't see anything now. After awhile it lights up a little again, but not much. I turn to the door, which are now several meters away from me for some reason. But a voice in my head says ,"You got to get out of here ---! Please, don't risk your life... turn around...", it was the friendly man who spoke. I turned around to whence i came from... creatures had appeared along the corridor. They moved around erraticaly, wriggling, shaking. I cautiously moved closer... my katana appeared in my hand. I slashed the creature twice and it fell to the ground. I spotted another creature, a ghostly floating creature. I walked towards it, but i faded out.
I am outside by the river, i walk up to a stripped down minibus, i spot the unknown man inside it, he have also spotted me. The vehicle explodes, i made it, by some explosive device or just thinking it, i don't know.
The man was responsible for my freakish encounter before, he was some sort of otherworldly entity it seems. I fade out yet again, i am now the friendly man, i am by the river, i walk down yet again to the vehicle. I set some explosive device on it, but the daemon left the veichle, i pushed him back to it, to no success. I grabbed hold of him by the throat and dragged him to the bridge, to throw him down, but i woke up before i had a chance to dispose of him, again.
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In a dream I had last night where people were throwing hammers at me. Then i helped them fix their car, which they said they stole from Micheal Jackson
I had a dream once that I was going over to this pit across the road from my house, and I look down and see it's full of books. Then some giant hamsters come up behind me and shove me in. Instead of being worried about my safety from giant hamsters, I decided to browse through the books that were now giant too. Somehow I manage to pick up around 10 of them, even though there as big as me, and I manage to climb out of the pit and make a break for it. Crows come after me instead of hamsters, and sometime during the chase I woke up.
No idea where that came from.
I have so many weird dreams that it's hard to choose, so here's two that I found going through my dream journal:
March 1, 2006
At my house we are holding a banquet. My father is the Pharoh and he has a wonderful hat and a huge throne.(He looks nothing like my real father. This man is tall, and he is almost bald with short cropped grey hair. His skin is a light bronze color.) The living room looks like a huge dining hall, tables lined against the walls and there are a lot of people. My father is talking, and then we are eating. I sit quietly for a while, and then my father leaves. I get up and wander the room, somehow I end up serving orange juice to our guests. The glasses that I have are small and unstable, almost like the size of a muffin cup thing, only they are flimsy and I almost spill when pouring the juice. After a few moments I find more stable glasses and pour juice out and start serving it. The people I am serving are the people from my past, all the kids I can remember from school. They are all the same age as the last time I saw them, but I seem older.
I walk across the great dining hall. I'm aware that I am wearing a long white dress. It's plain but elegant. I have black shoes on and they click as I walk. I am confident, regal, beautiful, the epitomy of royalty. I have my father's tall hat on, and I love wearing it. I hate thinking about what it means though. It means that someday he will be gone and I will be taking his place as ruler. He is getting older, but I don't want to think about this. After a time I decide to try and sit on the throne, but I see there is water, or a sink, or a puddle, or something, stopping me. It's as if that part of the room has warped into my real kitchen sink, which is where it would be had my house been set up the same. I turn and walk across the hall, which is now darkened somewhat. I am unaware of the people if they're even there still. Something has made me want to find my father. I walk across the hall again, confident but troubled. I move out of the hall and am in my normal hallway, still in my original outfit. I move to the screen door and look out. My father is standing on the porch, I knew he would be here. He turns to look at me, I think I feel slightly abashed for wearing his hat, but I don't get in trouble. I open the door and he takes two steps towards me. As I hand him the hat, he suddenly looks like my real father. I am taken aback, as though he isn't supposed to be there and I don't know him. Then I woke up.
August 4, 2006
Honestly don't know what the hell I was doing. I had an assigment from someone to sneak into this house and spy, or take something. Apparently if I stood really still, I could create the illusion that I wasn't there, and everyone would think I was either a statue or some other piece of furniture. The owner was a rich man, the house was large and beautiful. I snuck inside and poked around, pretended to be furniture when anyone walked by, and then headed into the bathroom. I was trying to think of a way to escape but people kept coming and going in my way. The jump from the 3rd story was too far, so I snuck out of the bathroom and ran into the owner and his girlfriend or wife, and prtended to be a statue. He looked perplexed for a moment, as if he wasn't sure he had actually purchased that piece of art but they went on their way. There was a gathering downstairs for a funeral, and I had to pose again down there. People kept complimenting him on his furniture etc. He was still looking confused, one man saw through my facade, but said nothing. I left as everyone else did, blending into the crowd.
Michael Douglass was Napoleon Dynamite's father.
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Ok this dream was very fragmented and confusing , so bear with me.
I started by walking outside a resteraunt of some sort, My vision cut to inside where a waiter who looked alot like John cleese spotted me, i had a feeling me and this character had had some sort of conflict in another dream he came outside and i produced a kickass shotgun from....well....thin air
Suddenly the scene changed to my mums freinds street, i think there was a woman cursing at me, trying to attack me but she knew i had a shotgun and wast afraid to use it, feeling powerfull i strode over to her, shotgun raised she began to back off into the doorway of her house, suddely i stumbled over something "what the!" it was the waiter under the car i thought he was trying to attack me or grab me or something, but no , he was dead a handgun lay on the floor next to him and hole in his head.
Ok now it starts to get real confusing, i think that woman was now infront of me wearing some sort of spandex villain outfit alongside that main guy from "lordi"
They told me somehting about being cursed, and before i knew it i was teleported to a dojo/house , i was given little felt bades with different coats of arms on them and told to place then in the corrosponding rooms and if didnt he said "the spirits" would get me "the spirits what do you mean?" i shouted to the disembodied voice
"look behind you" it said, WOAH! and sure enough hissing behind me was a sinister purple/black cloud, it followed me around the house hissing if i didnt put the badges in the right place. I was nearly finished with the badges and only had one left, I clasped it in my hand and closed my eyes *boom* i swiftly turned round and thrusted my fist into the blackness , it let out an ear peircing hiss and imploded on itself.
I raised my fists up to the ceiling in glory and did a little victory dance
"its not over yet" said the voice *Crack* a wall back in the living room collapsed and out came a child/cartoony version of "cyclops" from x men , he blasted a few laser things which i dojdged with ease, suddenly he began to charge at me with a booming warcry, panicking i grabbed a katana from the wall and posied to strike *swing* *thump* he rugby tackled me right through the wall and into a snow-covered front garden of the street, i knew i didnt have a chance with this guy i thought as we both circled eachother then out of nowhere HE pulled out a katana now i really knew i was going to get sliced and diced *woooosh* *Crack* what the hell happened?... i looked down to the floor to see another cartoony looking kid with hair like Cloud on FF who was now ontop of cyclops, i knew that id had conflict with this character in another dream , he looked up towards me frowning which turned into a subtle smirk, We were now freinds.
Without warning the cyclops woke up and threw cloud into the air, in slow motion he pulled out his sword and while cloud was still in mid air sliced off his hands EEEEW!
he landed on a heap on the floor....... now i was mad i pulled out my sword and waited, once again the cyclops came running at me rage in his eyes and blood on his sword , he swang for my head i ducked and swang at his ankles *chop* he now also lay on a heap on the floor shivering, i suddenly felt extremly sorry for both of them and raised them into the air with my new found tele powers, i decided to turn them into robots and so they did , infact WE ALL turned into robots and some sort of music began to play, suddely we were in cwmtalog playground and running down the road it felt like some sort of advert for a fitness drink or something as we saw some robo girl joggers running down the road also , i nudged my two new found freinds with a grin on my face they knew instantly what i was planning to do. I ran along side the girls and winked at them they all giggled and smiled back we all increased our speed and ran infront of them and with a swift movement WE MOONIED THEM!!!!!! and run ahead laughing our heads off!
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I started outside Tesco about dusk, I was with a group of other kids wearing Bright Bright coloured clothes with signs, we were all on a colour protest against all things dull and boring with multicoloured roller skates and skatebords.
Also there were lots of horrible hunched rundown moody people wearing dull grey or white clothes, most of them were old people in wheelchairs or in crutches who were protesting against all thing bright and FUNKEH!
At first it was all done in good fun, but gradually little fights began to break out until it turned into an all out WAR!!!!
*CRACK!!!* a crutch slammed down on my shoulder sending me on my back to the ground the attacker went for the second blow, another crutch to the face i rolled oout of the way at the last second it now seemed that all the dull protesters were after me i was constantly dodjing punches jumping over wheelchairs and kicking away zimmer frames.
I needed to get out of her or these people would rip me apart so i managed to make it to the exit road, i walked slowly tending to my injuries, then out of nowhere i snapped my head up from my injuries.
Im dreaming! the first thing that came into my head was J i needed to find her, i dont know why but i was desperate just to be near her just to see her, I want to transport myself to her i thought to myself, and with that the world shrank into a pinhole then expanded back. i was at the very top of cwmtalog road and my lucidity was completely gone the onyl thing there was a group of men in black suits who pushed the wheel chair of one of the protesters from earlier into a fence, they walked off brushing themselves off calmly.
I gently helped the woman out and gave her a suttle push down the road after a while i also decided to walk down the road normally until i passed the first turningon the left, Sand? the entire in street had been turned into a sand hill *TWAK* a foam body board hit me in the side of the face
"hey come slide down this thing its great!"
Josh , Owain and some other freind said . so......... I did!
It was pretty fast too!
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Well, the Song dream was pretty damned strange.
http://www.dreamviews.com/f45/my-sub...d-song-138980/
Or the one where I discover I can harvest a food called Happy Clams by suffocating a grizzly bear and hitting it with a stick.
Or this one: I was standing in a circle of blue skinned, orange clothed demons. They are huge, carrying giant swords. I'm trying to fit in with them. They are telling stories about their last ruler, the Lizard King. Since I'm trying to fit in I nod slowly and say "Yeah. I was the lizard king once."
Buuuuut this one still takes the cake.
I'm a guinea pig fighting a war alongside a lot of other animals against a little old woman who lives in a hovel mounted atop a docked tugboat. At one point I get eaten by a hawk and come back as a human. As we are rushing the boat I notice there's a giant tortoise walking ahead of me wearing a top hat and using a shovel as a cane. This dream part ends lamely when the old woman shoots me in the back with her shotgun.
When I come to I'm Warwick Davis (the guy from Willow) and I'm going to Hell to save Elora Danaan from Satan in a taxi driven by a black midget. Hell is a 66,000 story building, where you have take the stairs down the last 13k levels if you want to get to Satan. Elora tells me, once I find her, that she'd actually like to stay with Satan. I leave her there. The end.
My subconscious is a bizarre place.