Thread: Tell us about your most evil dream ever!! here...

Originally posted by Krippe
man that was a qood night!

Isn't that special? *runs and hides in Paperdoll's cave*

a couple nights ago i gutted and skinned a silverback gorilla with a razor... it took forever! kinda freaky... the whole time the body kept the heat... i don't remember too well but i think i slept in him like a sleeping bag... i'll stop talking now.

I guess I'm just not that evil of a person sadly...

I can't think of a dream like this to share...

Originally posted by theroguechemist
I guess I'm just not that evil of a person sadly... *
I can't think of a dream like this to share...

Judging by your morality test - you should.

Two inparticular
1. I was flying around my neihborhood with a sword. I would sweep down and decapitate everones pets that I new - dogs cats, a donkey.

2. A bunch of teenagers were in a jeep. I was walking down the road when they almost hit be. thay lost control & flipped the jeep. I proceeded to go over to them and not only beat them but I just kept on beating thier face until it didn't even have characteristics of a face. I assume I killed them.

At that time I had a lot of pent up anger.

I ate my brother whole once.

I'm not exactly comfortable spilling my beans...but here goes..

You know those wires people hold between their hands to choke people or strangle them, like in the movies? I used this on a classmate, and it severed his head...and it bounced down the stairs of an escalator...a girl classmate next to me was screaming. This was the most psycho dream I could recal...I was not Lucid, btw.

In a semi-lucid zombie flick, a fat man zombie was hiding out in a wheelbarrow in his house protected by his human wife and kid. I shot him in the stomach, but he just kept coming back. So, tired of this, I turned the gun on the young (and not to mention innocent) daughter and shot her in the chest. THe blast ripped her into two and the pieces flew out of a skylight.

Fun fun fun fun fun

Two dreams:

1) Long time ago in a dream, I beat some asshole into bloody pulp. Literally...

2) not so long ago I had a dream of me killing a couple of people from my dream family. Then I was hiding and sniping out dream police "SWAT" team members

I had my mother placed in a massive oven and watched her blister up.
I rescued her before she died though... although you'd think that if she was blistering it was already too late... well, its a dream after all

I created a battle field and created my friends to be my personal squad. We charged the enemy head on (being invincible and all) and wipped 'em all out. When that was done I created them again but made myself invisible and I made my way back to the fort.

That's what I call anger management!

I enjoy shapeshifting and I still periodically transform into a werewolf type creature and terrorize my dream creations. My most evil dream took place 22 years ago when I was 16. I was giving at our of "Hell" to my best friend Andy (he still is my best friend). As we were walking in the main hall, a beautiful colisseum type room with an incredible mural on the ceiling, I saw a platform with four "demons" sitting before a table. They eached had a unique look. I walked up on the platform and told my friend "I know what to do. I've done this before." I was having a dream deja-vu. In front of the four demons was a table with a knife. Without hesitation I picked up the knife and cut the throat of the head demon, who looked like a short, large headed man. The horrified looks on the faces of the rest of the demons was classic. One of them said "It is the devil himself." The bearded demon said "He is too powerful, we must send him on his back." At that moment I transformed myself into a creature of pure fire and flew up onto the rafters in another room. The bearded demon from the group was carrying a crystal looking tubular device and he finally found me and sent me back.

What really shocked me was that when I went to Andy's house the next day and told him in detail about the dream he showed me a book that he had just purchased about mythology. He opened to the section about the "rulers of hell" complete with illustrations. I almost shit my pants when I saw the illustration of Asmodeus. It was an identical image of the short, large headed man whose throat I had cut

I dreamt I shot my sister in the head. At first I was gloating... Hah-ha!

Reality sunk in when I stood there staring at her unmoving body, realizing that I had murdered her. Realizing I'd never hear her voice or see her smile ever again.

Thats just plain disturbing!
Were you lucid?