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Post by Feologild Oakes on Jan 3, 2020 14:27:14 GMT
I was in a hospital and Brie Larson was there and there was a child laying in one of the beds and the child had supernatural powers and we had to try and protect the child from some Doctors trying to do test on the child.
That is all i remember.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jan 9, 2020 12:28:47 GMT
Two dreams I remember, last night/early this morning.
First, an out-of-the-blue Star Wars-esque dream—out-of-the-blue because I wasn’t really thinking about Star Wars at all yesterday (other than talking to our wonderful resident Ackbars!).
So, some black-outfitted bad guy, whose costume looks more like Kylo Ren’s than Darth Vader’s, is looking at a monitor. I’m just watching from the sidelines; I don’t really play a part in the dream.
He’s talking to a female military type through the monitor. I don’t remember what he was originally saying, unfortunately, but then he says something like “what are the other shows where they rescue the princess?”
The monitor woman lists a whole bunch of imaginary TV shows that sound generically Star Wars/Star Trek-y, like Galactic Adventure, and I (in-dream) am thinking, “Oh, I wonder if she’s going to mention Star Wars.”
Sure enough, she says, “This will also remind you of the star wars,” but she says it as if “the star wars” were an event in history and not a movie series.
Then the dream shifted, and it didn’t have anything more to do with SW. __________ Instead, I am now sleeping in my bed, and I hear something and see my cousin coming into the room. She says that she forgot something in my room and had to get it.
Then she says, “Cousin, it’s time to get up.”
I groggily say, “What?”
She says, “It’s time to get up, cousin.”
I say, “Why?”
She says, “It’s past 9:00”—which is kinda ironic, because in real life she’s the congenitally late riser.
That wakes me up in real life because I have to be up for work at 5, and IRL I check the time—4:55.
So I woke up in real life because my cousin woke me up in my dream.
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Post by Feologild Oakes on Jan 9, 2020 13:53:40 GMT
I was playing football (soccer) with a mix of players from the Italian and Brazilian world cup teams from 1994 against the cast of the tv show DC`s Legends of Tomorrow.
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Post by James Bond on Jan 9, 2020 13:55:32 GMT
Being charged €100 for a breakfast.
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Post by JHA Durant on Jan 12, 2020 12:10:23 GMT
I dreamt that I was a character in the relatively obscure British mini-series In a Land of Plenty. Almost all of the characters in the show were there, and I just simply integrated into the Freeman family and nobody batted an eyelid. The only real difference is now, thanks to me, history took a different path. It must've, because Mrs Freeman didn't kill herself or even go insane, and the younger son didn't become an angry outcast. There wasn't any particular plot to the dream, just a bunch of random things happening here and there. At least, until Mr Freeman got killed during a fight over seating arrangements at breakfast, and then somehow he was still alive but only at his factory. A war broke out in central Europe, so the factory did well out of it. Something big happened in 1985, but the dream faded out after that, and soon after I woke up.
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Post by Xcalatë on Jan 12, 2020 14:11:31 GMT
I was back in my childhood home and the backyard was exactly as I remember except there was a huge pine tree that kept growing and growing rapidly so i decided to poor salt on it for some reason and my Grandpa's voice (RIP) asked why i was killing his tree.
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Post by Vodkie on Jan 12, 2020 17:01:57 GMT
I was at Disney World with a friend.
Westboro Baptist Church protesters were at Disney World protesting. They left after my friend got into their head. My Friend was all "So you're here protesting because you say Disney promotes sin yet you paid to get in just so you could protest?"
WBC left in a panic shouting "OMG we're going to hell for this. We financially supported sin"
it was quite hilarious
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Post by maxwellperfect on Jan 13, 2020 5:30:52 GMT
I went to the house of some acquaintances unannounced because I wanted to record a cd that one of them had in exchange for cleaning up around the porch of their house. I started wiping the railing of the porch with a rag and felt like a fool because I couldn't remember which cd it was and felt like a creep for intruding on them without warning.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jan 18, 2020 14:11:37 GMT
Two weird dreams last night.
In the first one, I’m traveling somewhere down south and stop at what I think is a Christmas-themed amusement park but is actually a Christian-themed amusement park. I go inside and try to get on the ride, but I don’t have the right app on my phone to use for a ticket. The exacerbated ticket-taker takes my phone and buys the ticket with my money through the Dunkin’ Donuts app (?) and I get on ride.
Ride is actually beaten-up old pickup truck that takes you around park, like the train at Disneyland, and my fellow passengers are all girls around my age. I have no idea why any of us were there, because we all start making fun of the rambling, ramshackle park, and when one girl shouts, “It’s a Christian Disneyland!,” another finishes, “But without the money.”
We pass by a “general store” with Christmas lights, a statue, and one ride before dream and truck take a weird turn and we’re in what’s basically a trailer park. The whole area is muddy, and we don’t see any people, and it pretty much has nothing to do with the theme park. One girl sees more Christmas lights on one of the trailers/houses and says, “It’s like Christmas with the Joker,” and we all try to do Joker impressions, but everyone mimics a different Joker.
Then the dream faded away. _______________ Second dream much shorter.
I’m not in it, just watching things unfold.
The Harry Potter kids (Harry, Ron, Hermione), while still kids, are doing magical things, riding on broomsticks, waving wands, etc. Then I see a bigger picture, like a camera zooming out, and I see they’re all at a photo shoot. In fact, they’re just actors like in real life, though they all still have their HP names.
Ron’s bothered by all this. He says, “So all that magic stuff wasn’t real?,” and Hermione rolls her eyes and says, “Of course magic isn’t real, Ron.”
I get the feeling that magic was real but that for some reason only Ron remembers. _______________ I had a previous dream to these, involving an elevator that doesn’t just go up and down (a recurring element in my dreams), but I can hardly remember anything else about it.
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Post by Catman on Jan 18, 2020 14:19:37 GMT
Something about Catman being a citizen of Republic City and having Korra yell at him.
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Post by Nalkarj on Jan 21, 2020 21:38:32 GMT
Had a dream night before last in which I lived in a one-story house that looks nothing like my real house. There was an alleyway behind the house that led to a back door; you go in the back door and soon get to the kitchen and from there to living room. There’s a Christmas tree still up in the living room. OK.
In the dream I’m home with family, and neighbors come over to say hi. Problem is, the dream’s set in the world of the movie series The Purge.
Yep.
So I’m worried for a long while that aforementioned neighbors, despite/because of their fulsome cheeriness, are trying to kill my family and me, as that’s entirely legal today. I’m afraid to let any family member leave my sight, so I run around “my” house making sure that everyone’s continually OK.
Eventually, neighbors leave (but after placing conspicuous fruitcake-looking loaf on the table), and after a few mins. my family and I leave too.
When we come back, the house looks exactly like my real house, though the Christmas tree’s still up. (Not where we put the Christmas tree IRL this year.) The rest of my family, except for me, then leave again. I notice that people have been in the house while we were away—and of course that’s legal in Purge-world. The “Purgers” have tracked muddy footprints across the floor near the tree, stolen knick-knacks, and taken down an expensive painting from above the fireplace and put it on the floor.
Now, they haven’t done anything truly horrifying, like murder—just mischievous stuff. Still, I’m terrified in-dream because it ruptures my sense of home security and disturbed because everyone else is perfectly fine with this breaking-and-entering et al., as that’s the world. Dream fades out after I notice the painting.
So, most of this is kinda funny in retrospect, but I’ve left out the strangest thing so far:
I’ve never seen a single Purge movie. Heard of ’em, of course, but never seen a single one or had any interest in them.
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Post by mstreepsucks on Jan 23, 2020 7:39:22 GMT
In: last dream. Donald Trump was re elected. And I was happy about it only because it would piss off liberals. So I had to hide the fact that I was happy about it. Because if I let on, in anyway that I Was happy about it, it would make me look like a jerk.
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Post by theauxphou on Jan 23, 2020 7:57:37 GMT
I had a dream the other night that I was a construction worker pouring concrete into a huge foundation for a building and Charles Barkley was also working there as a supervisor and some other workers didn’t like him so they murdered him and put his body in the hole we were filling (Jimmy Hoffa style!) to conceal their crime and I thought that was wrong as his wife, especially, would want to know.
So I brought my concerns up but one of the alpha-male workers threatened me not to say anything (he was part of some organised crime/mafia group, also he was a Lebo-Aussie). I was trying to placate him by saying “yeah, I understand, no problem”, stuff like that, because I didn’t want to be killed.
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Post by JHA Durant on Jan 29, 2020 13:14:13 GMT
My latest dream had me and my family moving to Western Austalia's Wheatbelt. For some reason I was in the body of a six year old. The landlord of our new place showed us this special "water-rationing" machine that we had to use sparingly. I saw a trampoline in the backyard and went to jump on it. There was an inflatable pool nearby full of water, and I was trying to understand why it was there with strict water rationing in place. A group of men turned up and tried starting a fight, and I panicked and said that this area was loaded with ISIS sympathizers (no idea why I thought this) and we had to leave.
I woke up shortly afterwards, wanting to know what happened next!
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Post by Feologild Oakes on Feb 3, 2020 2:10:47 GMT
The only thing i remember was that i was standing on the top of a hill and looking up the sky and something was written in the sky with huge letters but i could not read what is said but i know it was in English but i was not able to read it no matter how hard i tried, it was like my brain in the dream was not able to read,
I wish i could read what is said in the dream and than remembered it so i could have written it down when i woke up.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 3, 2020 6:31:27 GMT
It’s 1:18 in the morning here, but my dream woke me up and it’s so “good” that I have to write it here before I forget.
Stephen King, who doesn’t look like he does now IRL and has a beard, has just written a horror novel called “The Lighthouse,” about people getting attacked by monsters in a lighthouse.
As part of the promotion, he invites a scientist, a TV anchor, and Jack Nicholson to a real lighthouse.
The anchor is also a cameraman, I guess recording everything, and sometimes is me. Other times, I’m observing like a fly on the wall.
First scene is us all hauling gear up the steps. Someone doesn’t want to keep going, but the rest of us talk him into it. At what we think is the top, though, there’s an incredibly steep upright ladder you climb to a platform.
So we all get to top and someone mentions how lucky we are that no one got hurt, which turns into a heated fight about politics and religion.
Eventually Jack Nicholson heads down—and slips. Thx ladder has turned into a fireman’s pole that we have to shimmy down through total darkness to get to the bottom. We’re screaming for Jack, and scientist fights even more with anchor. There’s hardly enough room for everyone on the platform, so we’re trying to decide who’ll go next.
Made me shoot upright in bed, it spooked me so much. Incredibly vivid.
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Post by theauxphou on Feb 3, 2020 7:40:21 GMT
I was at the shop and I saw a brand-new “2 Fast 2 Furious” on Blu-ray for $3, marked down from $20 (but it was in a black case instead of blue), and because I had no money on me I asked my mum to buy it as she was there with me, and I’d pay her back later. As I was walking to the check-out, I realised I may have already had this title in my collection. (In real life, I don’t.)
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Post by Feologild Oakes on Feb 6, 2020 13:21:01 GMT
I remember the end of the dream where i was standing with an ATM machine and i actually said in the dream "This is a stupid dream" than i woke up.
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Post by Catman on Feb 6, 2020 13:27:18 GMT
Catman was trying to check out some movies from the library, and the librarian kept yelling at him, "These are Blu-Ray! You only have a DVD player!"
This is weird because Catman has never checked out movies from the library.
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Post by Nalkarj on Feb 24, 2020 14:10:42 GMT
Last night:
I am a small child again, and my mother and I are at Disney World. (I think my father was coming later.) We’re staying at a hotel across the lake from Magic Kingdom, and we’re standing near a dock. The car’s parked nearby.
Mom asks which boat we’re supposed to take; the girl in charge says to take one that looks like a tiny metal dinghy. The “captain,” though, is a bearded, grouchy, grizzled sailor out of central casting.
Mom says she’s forgotten her sandals in the car and asks me to get them; I run back and grab them, but the boat takes off. At this point, for some reason, I’m wearing a big white fedora. I decide I’m going to swim out to the boat and jump on, but luckily right before that the boat turns around and I can get on from the dock.
We’re not planning on going in to the park the first day, but Disney’s running special festivities right outside the park gates. When we get off at the Magic Kingdom dock, the first things we see are giant statues representing the Greek gods. These are apparently a promotion for the movie Hercules—which came out in 1997, but of course it’s a dream.
Right behind the statues, though, are huge portraits depicting the gods’ modern-day counterparts (no idea). I only remember two. The one on furthest right shows a fat man called the Rev. Mr. Green, a defrocked Baptist minister who abandoned his congregation and eloped with a nun. He’s supposed to represent Ares/Mars. The other is a female bishop. I don’t remember her name, but it started with a b. She has glasses and looks imposing and schoolmarm-y, and she somewhat resembles the image of the high priestess in the tarot deck. I had a hard time telling she was actually a woman at first. I don’t know which god she was supposed to represent or, for that matter, what these people had to do with the original gods whose reincarnations they were supposed to be. And, no, I don’t know why they’re both religious figures.
We go past the statues and portraits and get to what looks like a giant kids’ playroom. This is right before you enter the park. There are lots of games, and two old men sit in the corner, playing checkers.
There’s even more, but that’s all I can remember. I woke up feeling creeped out, as if I’d had a nightmare, even though there was nothing remotely scary about the dream. Really weird, though. I had these kinds of dreams when I had an extremely high fever two weeks ago, and I expected that, but I don’t know why I’m still having them.
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