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Now, all of my dreams are way out there, but there's one in particular I will post. If you have any truly bizarre dreams, please share.

Every May 3rd, always spaced 3 years apart, ever since I was 3, (a lot of three, i know) I've had one of those dreams where everything seems real and it's from your POV so you don't realize it's a dream. Anyways, in my dream, I wake up and go out to my kitchen where my mom's cooking (the food changes each time) and then she says something weird (forget what) and I say "What?" and then she transforms into some sort of half-bird/half-human demon thing and attacks me, ripping off my bad arm. I throw her down the stairs, snapping her spinal column, but then my sister appears out of nowhere and turns into one of these demon things. I manage to avoid her attack and also send her falling downstairs, breaking her neck. A chokuto appears on the table and at this point I'm like, "I'm gonna need this if I wanna survive." So naturally I take my blade of choice (I own 7 chokuto in reality) and flee from my house. Everyone in my town begins transforming into these things and attacking me and I have no choice but to kill them. As it gets near to the end of the dream, it becomes a lucid dream but I can't alter it completely like most lucid dreams. All I can do is freely change my location and channel electricity through the chokuto. I always wake up as I am standing on the roof of a tall building (like the police station or the mall) fending off millions of these demons with my electrified chokuto, one-armed, just as they begin to overpower me.

3 3 3 huh?
No worries, that's only half the evil it could be.

You should seriously lay off the acid, dude.

Evolution Prime wrote:You should seriously lay off the acid, dude.

You can shut the hell up. Joking or not, I do not take kindly to being accused of that which I do not do.

Perhaps you might go see a psycologist and talk to him about the dream (no I'm not saying your crazy)

Tybre wrote:

Evolution Prime wrote:You should seriously lay off the acid, dude.

You can shut the hell up. Joking or not, I do not take kindly to being accused of that which I do not do.

It was a joke. I for got my internet smilie.



There that better.

Sounds like a cross between being a super hero and dawn of the dead. Reoccuring dreams are really nothing special. And since there are 50 billion ways to interpret a dream, I wont even bother trying.

Evolution Prime wrote:

Tybre wrote:

Evolution Prime wrote:You should seriously lay off the acid, dude.

You can shut the hell up. Joking or not, I do not take kindly to being accused of that which I do not do.

It was a joke. I for got my internet smilie.



There that better.

The smilies rule all.

I had a dream where I had sex with Halle Berry. What does it mean?!

Shadowman wrote:I had a dream where I had sex with Halle Berry. What does it mean?!

With or without the head of Abraham Lincoln?

Wait, do we really need TWO of these threads?

And no, no Lincoln head. But she did have long hair.

Perhaps because I watched X-Men 2 yesterday, and I thought "hey Hey, Halle Berry in tight leather." I don't know why I never noticed that detail before.

Shadowman wrote:I had a dream where I had sex with Halle Berry. What does it mean?!

That you whant to hump Halle Berry?

I have no dreams.


I am dead inside.

Tusko wrote:I have no dreams.


I am dead inside.

Thanks for that, Cap'n Bummer.

Shadowman wrote:I had a dream where I had sex with Halle Berry. What does it mean?!

It means even your dreams should know better.

Shadowman wrote:

Tusko wrote:I have no dreams.


I am dead inside.

Thanks for that, Cap'n Bummer.

I woulda said Cap'n Killjoy, it ryhmes.

But, good ol' youth, believing they're dead inside, then buying all the Linkin Park merchandise they can get their grubby hands on.

"Crawling in my skin
these typos they will not heal
posting is how I fall
confusing what is real"


as for good ol' fudged up dreams.

I had one of those dreams that felt, sounded, smelled, completely real.

I was watching someone on a train, it was me, but wasn't me, then the train derailed, my mind showed it derail, and it derailed like an actual train would not like how a dream may make it vague, cars snapped to the sides, some tipped, I felt it derail, I felt everything, worst of all, I heard a shitload of screams, just tons of screams as this happened, then the alarm woke me. Funny thing, even though I was awake I heard the echo of the screams.

That was messed up, but cool as hell.

Most effed up dream I ever had:

There was this volcano. Big thing. And there was a wall, and everyone was trying to get over it. I grabbed this pterodactyl with sunglasses (I **** you not) and convinced him he could fly over the wall.

He took me and my sister over. But wait, what about my parents?

My and my sister then went around looking for them. The most I can remember is never finding them, and some fat dude throwing what looked to be a big white cocoon into our car.

I was six at the time, and this dream scared the ever-loving **** out of me.

Also, Cap'n Killjoy is alliterative, not rhyme.

Shadowman wrote:Also, Cap'n Killjoy is alliterative, not rhyme.

Oh yeah. Silly me.

Senor Hugo wrote:

Shadowman wrote:Also, Cap'n Killjoy is alliterative, not rhyme.

Oh yeah. Silly me.

Easy mistake to make. I'm sure not even half the people you meet on the street know what "Alliterative" means.

Another dream, to keep us on track:

It was, apparently New Years. We were at a vacation house my family owns. And there was a lot of people. We were in the laundry room, (Which is also the side door) and staring out the window. (Oddly, there was no snow, and it's in Northern Michigan) Then, at one, there's a click, and everything goes black. People scream, and I'm suddenly thrown in the air. (And I can feel it, too)

Then there's another, separate dream where I met--and this is the creepy part--Freddy Krueger. And you know what he did? He stabbed me right in the chest. I blank in the dream, and suddenly, I'm somewhere else. I didn't care where, though, I just felt success that I survived Mr. Krueger.

The only noteworthy dream I seem to have is a recurring one, definately not fit for a PG-13 website.

Jesus Prime wrote:The only noteworthy dream I seem to have is a recurring one, definately not fit for a PG-13 website.

Better not involve me and cheese.

Burn wrote:

Jesus Prime wrote:The only noteworthy dream I seem to have is a recurring one, definately not fit for a PG-13 website.

Better not involve me and cheese.

Unless you're some curvy 17 year old broad. And cheese is a position I'm not familiar with.

Jesus Prime wrote:

Burn wrote:

Jesus Prime wrote:The only noteworthy dream I seem to have is a recurring one, definately not fit for a PG-13 website.

Better not involve me and cheese.

And cheese is a position I'm not familiar with.

Well, there is the "Swiss Cheese." Which I'll let you guys figure out yourselves, since this is a PG-13 site.

Then there is the "Feta", the Gouda, and the Cottage Cheese positions. All very messy.

I have very strange dreams.

Dream one: I'm sitting in my office, catching up on paperwork, when my door flies open. A giant golf ball, about the size of my head, float through the door and then rotates on its axis, revealing a giant fanged faced with black pits for eyes. It then snarls, "do you know why I don't like you, Ravage? Because you're a whiny bitch who can't tolerate change."

Dream two: I'm sitting on the deck of a ship, enjoying an Alaskan cruise. I'm drinking coffee and bundled up against the cold. Suddenly, the captain comes over the intercom. "And now, ladies and gentlemen," he announces, "if you look to the port side of the ship, you can see Blargnarg." I look out, and there's a polar bear on an iceberg playing with a big red ball. "Yes!" the captain continues, "Blargnarg! Blargnarg the Polar Bear. All hail Blargnarg!"

Dream three: I get my head chopped off by a terrorist. It sucks, because they only sever the windpipe, so I flop around on the ground making "whooo!" noises while blood spurts out my neck.

Dream four: I'm teaching a class of elementary students, when a little girl comes up to me and asks me if I want to hold the class mouse. I agree, but when I pick it up, the mouse's leg falls off. The mouse starts to scream and kick. I try to glue the mouse's leg back on, but I don't succeed. I then try to put the mouse out of its misery by snapping its neck, but I press too hard, and the mouse explodes, spraying the little girl across the face with mouse guts.

Dream five: I end up embarrassing myself in a public setting, most often by realizing that I'm either naked or wearing a dress.

Dream six: you ever see "Johnny Got his Gun?" I'm like Johnny, fully conscious, but I can't see or communicate to the outside world.

Dream seven: I accidentally eat drugs and the realize that I'm due for mandatory drug testing.

Dream eight: I go back to college, get stuck taking advanced calculus, and fail spectacularly.

Dream nine: midget elves go on a killing spree with a lumberjack saw. The elves stand on either side of the street, string the saw between them, and then take off running, cutting people in half at the torso.

Dream ten: Nazis go back in time and kill Jesus. No ****, I really dreamed this.

Operation Ravage wrote:Dream five: I end up embarrassing myself in a public setting, most often by realizing that I'm either naked or wearing a dress.

We've all had that one before.

Operation Ravage wrote:Dream ten: Nazis go back in time and kill Jesus. No ****, I really dreamed this.

I gotta use this idea sometime. You can't copyright dreams, can you?