Sabirah said:
I was trying to sleep in a pulled over car.
Wait... did you dream sleeping in a pulled over car, dream of sleeping in a pulled over car, or dream of sleeping in a pulled over car in a pulled over car?
AskWazzup said:
When i was about 10 years old, i dreamt that i was walking to an abandoned soviet type school.... in the middle of the jungle.... It showed major signs of decay and rust, and had all kinds of jungle growth on it.(...)Then suddenly i noticed that a hag was creeping up on me, behind my back. She was really fucked up looking, similar to those bloated bitches in the first Witcher, so i started to run like hell and i saw the same girl that i followed already leaving through the door, so i tried to run after her while this hag was chasing me, screaming that she will behead me too.
Stalker Baba Yaga!
Sub-Human said:
So, what's the scariest nightmare you've ever had?.
The scariest one? The one where I'm tied to a hospital bed and about to be put it a cylinder that looks like an MRI machine, but is in fact, to the best of my knowledge, a device to suck the life and very soul out of myself.
EDIT: And the staircase. Don't let me forget the staircase in my grandparents' house, which, when I was little, would start cracking and breaking up below me, with the wooden blocks, slivers, and eventually myself falling into the hellish, unforgiving darkness below...
Per said:
I've never dreamed that I've gone to sleep, but I've dreamed that I've woken up several times in succession.
A trick my subconscious pulls regularly on me is the one where I would dream to have "woken up", look at the clock and it would show an hour like 12:00 or 14:00, meaning I have missed my work, travel or something else which was quite important. Then there is a "reality check" moment when I would come up to the window and notice that despite the hour on the clock the sky is night dark, meaning that either someone pranked me or this is impossible, since I don't live past the polar circle.
Alike Per, I've had a few instances of waking up from a couple of consecutive "dream layers". One remarkable instance was when I would "wake up" repeatedly into a bed on the top floor of a European tenement house, with the window open and city noise coming from down below. I would be laying in the bed on my back, my naked feet within my field of vision, showing some strange yellow, red and bruise-blue wounds and pus. Then, after a "reality check" moment with the sky and the clock, I would wake up again, into the same room. And again. And then I would notice my mother sitting by the bedside. 'I'm still dreaming, am I not?' I'd ask, and as the woman would reply "Yes...", she'd grow monstrous fangs and claws, and sink them into the flesh of my arm. I'd immediately "wake up" into another layer of dream, this time full of bright lights, computers with modern reel-to-reel storage devices instead of the antiquated perforated cards, bulletproof glass, and someone off-screen shouting 'He's breaking out... We're losing him, dammit'.
Then I woke up in my own bedroom and to this day I keep thinking that this penultimate layer might have been in fact the last one and I've just slipped back into slumber
UniversalWolf said:
Sub-Human said:
It's pretty hard to actually realize you're dreaming, I only have one friend that's like that.
I've done that a few times. It's pretty cool when it happens, especially in a nightmare. It's like being Neo inside the Matrix
TorontRayne said:
Create a shotgun out of thin air, and blow it's fucking head off!
About the coolest dream I've had though was when I'm running away from some bandits/hitmen that want me dead, hide behind a sturdy, thick wooden post, then realize 'Hey, it's MY dream!', walk out, extend my arms forward, then dream a pair of uzis from thin air and blow their effing brains out
Serves the same guys right for shooting me in the stomach a few years before and making me wake up, scared as shit, in my bed with an aching tummy from something I must have eaten the day before
Atomkilla said:
My dreamland is actually a distorted, perverted version of my hometown, to say at least. It is essentially a mixture of various towns, cities, villages I've visited, and random locations I've seen on many photographs and in motion pictures. This "town" has a consistency to it, which is the most amazing thing. Locations hardly ever change their places, it's just that new places, buildings, neighborhoods are added to previous ones, expanding an already vast, imaginary area, which is definitely far greater than my hometown.
I often dream of a ... different, yet entirely possible version of my home town, one that for example has a main road and a bus service and terminus on the other side of the railroad tracks in the district where I used to live, but has pure wilderness in the area where my apartment is - none of those housing developments that sprung up in the last 30 years or so. The thing is, funnily, that in its differences it is consistent enough to map out and even think of as a version of the city that developed differently - so I guess there is a spot in our brain that is capable of capturing and rationalizing such a hodge-podge of memories and visages.