I had one fucked up dream
I usually can't remember anything about a dream, and when I do, I usually forget just about all of it shortly after waking up, but recently I had the most messed up dream ever. It wasn't like a normal dream, placing me in some random event, but was like an entire life I'd made up in my dreams. Another weird thing about this dream was that unlike every other one I've had where I saw everything from my own perspective, I was often able to see things in this dream where I wasn't even at, like I was able to witness events going on in different places. I was a kid living with a group of people, some of them my family, in this small, old, abandoned and secluded apartment building or something. I've forgotten most of my dream, so there's a lot of holes, but I remember this gangster guy, who was sort of this crazy psycho in charge of a gang, for some reason tried to kill us, and butchered everyone. And I mean butchered. It was very vivid and violent for a dream. Somehow, I survived, though everyone else was slaughtered. Much of the rest was a blur, but I got older, and I recall that at some point I started gaining powers, not like superhero stuff, but weird sci-fi kind of stuff like something from Dark City or Matrix, like the ability to manipulate the very air vapor or something to somehow move through the air, not really flight, but more like bending the surrounding world to one's will. I later met some older man, probably in his 50s, in an expensive suit, who tried to get me to trust him, and let me know that I was an ally. Then the gangster guy found out that I was still alive, and for some reason seemed obsessed with finishing the job. I forget much else, though I believe the ganster guy ended up dead, and the older man arrived again. He seemed intent on something that he appeared to have planned, but then this old woman showed up, who appeared to be a sort of spirit, and I recognized her as one of the people who had been killed when I was a child. Then I saw the older man in some sort of VR system, like the very reality I was in was simply a program, which he was manipulating. Then the woman, who it seemed had died but come back as a shadow of her former existence, did something that caused the older man to begin rotting away while he lay strapped into the VR system, and I remember it being incredibly graphic as he rotted apart, every part of him withering away in a disturbing manner that caused me to look away in disgust. All I remember after that is that I was alone. Alone and free. Everyone I ever knew was dead. I didn't know what to do next. It wasn't really like a story, because it had no ending. I had no idea what to expect next, and after the chilling things I had experienced, I was afraid to find out. It seemed like an eternity, but I finally woke up in the middle of the night later, this dream clearly stuck in my head. I'd stocked up on pain killers that night before I went to sleep. Might've been the cause.

Well I had a cool dream here...last night I think it was. Often times in my dreams when I have someone chasing after me, it's usually not just 1 person. It's more than one maybe 2 or 3 at least. A LOT of times I'll be getting chased by an entire organization. THAT was happening in this dream. I was worried because I remember that I was about to try to fly. I was running up to a lake (that had some kind of small dock/warehouse type thing to the left of it) and I was going to try jumping up and flying when I got to it. I was nervous because I knew if I couldn't stay above the water then they'd catch me and kill me. And most of the time in my dreams when I get or have super powers, they work for a bit...(like 1 or 2 times) but then won't work AT ALL. I thought I'd start to fly and then just dive bomb into the lake. Well I got to the water and leaped as high as I could. Thankfully, I ACTUALLY took off! ^_^ There were a few or the guys who could do this as well. I ended up kind of fighting with them while flying over the lake. I ended up pushing them into the water as we were flying along. We were going REALLY fast too by the way. Right past the warehouse/dock thingy was a small highway with some cars going over it. It went over the lake at one point but we never flew under the bridge at all. I was hoping someone would come help me, and wouldn't you know it. Driving down the highway, here comes Optimus Prime! He quickly transformed and started taking out some of the guys. I remeber him transforming quite well because it was like in the movie. Very complex and highly detailed. Most of the time in my dreams heavy details like that will seem fudged and fuzzy once I wake. So my mind will sometimes cheat when it comes to incredibly complex settings, shapes, designs, and movment patterns. At least in my dreams anyway. :P This time however, there were LOADS of moving parts all over him (like I said, just like in the movie). As I threw the last guy in the lake, I turned around and began flying back towards the shore where a bunch of the bad guys were. I stuck my fingers in the water as I was flying along and when I flew over the men, I flung my arm out and splahsed them all with the water. I remeber a scene AT that exact dock earlier in the dream though. Except it was MUUUUCH longer than in the part I just explained. It's funny because this happens a LOT in my dreams. I'll have parts in one place and them come back to them later...except they're usually a bit different than they were the first time through. Also, sometimes I'll see my dreams in first person, sometimes in cinematic type camera angles. And every once in a while I'll have something crazy like slow motion and in the part where Optimus Prime transformed, there was a sun glare behind him when my dreams are usually just lit without any sun or anything (of course the sun sometimes is important in my dreams). I seem to remember a strange house by a lake with a small office like room. I remember a bunch of people at that dock. I remember flying over hills and some SUPER cool strange terrain. My dream was DEFINATELY longer than the SMALL part I remember, but sometimes I only remember parts. SADLY. :'( I do tend to write them down when I think of it after I wake up though. :) It's cool because when I read these things, I had forgotten the dream....100 percent usually by the time I read it again and then once I start reading it, the images pop *BAM!* right back in there. Except for one dream I wrote down took a minute or so. The other ones, I remember exactly what I saw in them, even though it's been a year or two since I had the dream even. Write things down though seriously, It's kind of cool to revisit dream locales that you had long forgotten. Try and be as detailed as you can though. And yes, sometimes even I die in my own dreams. I never wake up freaked out...except once or twice. And those were in ANOTHER topic by the way that I made about dreams. ;)

The only dreams I seem to remember most of are the nightmares. Always the nightmares...

Eh, I never really have nightmares and the ones I have had, I posted a synopsis of them on here in another topic about dreams. Sometimes my dreams are disturbing and messed up, but they still aren't nightmares because I'm not actually scared. I don't get scared very often so I don't consider my dreams nightmares...unless they're REALLY disturbing...then I might be creeped out some. :P

Damn, those dreams do sound pretty fucked up. One dream that I'll probably always remember is one where I'm walking outside in some rural area with no buildings or houses... just tiles on the floor. And all of a sudden the clouds start moving as if it were time-lapse, then an image of a large eye appears over some mountains with a somewhat transparent clock over it. Myself along with other people start running towards this mysterious eye that appeared. Then all of a sudden I hear a voice talking about how the human race has failed and that as punishment, all human beings will return to their "purest form" ... then everyone in the world instantly turns into some strange crystals. :lol: :?

That sounds kinda hot.

Damn Lisker's dream is some creepy shit. Lol at Jedi Link's dream. OPTIMUS PRIME FTW! Damn, those dreams do sound pretty fucked up. One dream that I'll probably always remember is one where I'm walking outside in some rural area with no buildings or houses... just tiles on the floor. And all of a sudden the clouds start moving as if it were time-lapse, then an image of a large eye appears over some mountains with a somewhat transparent clock over it. Myself along with other people start running towards this mysterious eye that appeared. Then all of a sudden I hear a voice talking about how the human race has failed and that as punishment, all human beings will return to their "purest form" ... then everyone in the world instantly turns into some strange crystals. :lol: :? That dream rocks. It sounds like it could be a setting for an upcoming Megaten game, lol. Hell in a way it sort of sounds like the Dark Hour in Persona 3. (Just replace the creepy eye with a full moon, & the crystals with crypts.) Heh, my dreams aren't anywhere near as interesting as the rests of the posts in this thread. Most of these dreams sound like they would make cool settings in a video game. Hell my dreams suck ass. (My dreams are too similar to real life.) ----- A recent dream I had about a month ago... Was about I chilling at some football field benches, & some sexy nurse looking chick, with long wavy brown hair, wearing a white nurses outfit & lingerie approached moi. I'm not sure what ethnicity she was. She was either white or japanese. (She was one of those chicks with the big doe eyes. Like Tsubaki http://www.tsubakiss.com/) We were engaging in small talk & some occasional flirting I guess. (I don't really flirt in my dreams or in real life, but the convo with the nurse lady did seem to get more intimate as the dream progressed.) I asked her what was her name, & why she kept following moi around. Right as she was about to answer. She got raped by some gang of teenage kids. I didn't really care that she was getting raped in front of me. Since I figured it was her fault for dressing way too damn sluty during the night time. However I was pissed off at the kids who were raping her, because of how they interrupted our conversation. Especially since she was about to tell I some useful information. To moi that is just disrespectful. Rape the woman to your hearts content after we've finished our conversation. Don't do it while I'm in the middle of a talk with the woman, because that makes me a witness. I started taunting them about how they need a whole crew just to subdue one woman, & they taunted I back about how they can't understand a word that I'm saying. (Which was kinda of ironic since they spoke & dressed like "ghettoe" hip hop children.) Since I felt greatly disrespected by how they're sexually violating some women who was in a middle of a discussion with moi. I proceeded to get off my ass, & threw a right hook & at one of the fuckers who was shoving his Wang up her mouth. After that I woke up, & I was actually throwing a right punch in the air in real life. I almost hit the puppies who were also sleeping on my bed. Lol, I must've been really pissed since I woke up right when I was about to kick some ass. Hah hah, I still wonder who that woman was supposed to be. Even though I didn't really care about her, because she annoyed me. (She was hot though.)

Damn. If that dream's similar to life, then that's one pretty fucked up life.

Maybe I should've used the term, more realistic. Since I could actually imagine my dreams happening in real life. Except for the chick being dressed up in a nurse's outfit. That's pure fantasy, but the nonchalant way I treated her is similar to real life. (Most beautiful women seem to chase after jerks. Which is true for I as well.) I have a phobia of all beautiful women using their selves as bait, by trying to lure me into a trap or some shit. The right hook is also false. In real life. I would normally use my left hand. My right arm is normally used to deflect incoming strikes & to set people into position. (For an uppercut to the gut or the neck with my left hand.) Everything else about the dream could've easily been an event in my life except for the nurses outfit. The dream did take place during night time. People do crazy shit at night. (In most peoples dreams. They prolly would've had hot steamy sex with the brunette nurse chick. Rather than the hilarious crap that happened in my dream. Although it wouldn't be hilarious irl. Since beautiful women who don't know any better get raped & killed every night whenever they venture into places where thry don't belong.) Despite the fact that I label the teens as kids. They were actually much bigger than I am. They looked to be around 6' to 6'5, although most of them were skinny. Only the bleached blonde alpha male looked over 200 ibls. I call them kids because none of them seemed to have any real experience in fighting. Which is why they're in a gang. The only way they can empower any one is through sheer numbers. In real life I practically scare the shit out of everybody including people who are twice my size. I'm not a great fighter or anything. I just look tough & have an intimidating voice. The dream probably didn't continue on, because I would've most likely got killed trying to take on an entire crew by myself. (Plus I was p'oed when I woke up. I thought the dream was actually happening.) The worst part about the dream is that I wasn't even trying to save the chick. I was just pissed because I felt disrespected. If dreams actually meant anything. I'd say that this dream was probably trying to tell moi to stop being so distant & anti social. To stop being so analytical & accept everything at face value. (I can't do that no matter what.) That although my behaviour may succeed well at keeping I away from trouble. All it does is bring misfortune to others. What I should've done in that dream was to hold that woman by the hand & walk her home like a gentleman. (I just can't do that though. That's not me.) Rather than being some stubborn asshole who's hard to open up. As a result of my prickish behaviour we both ended up getting fucked. (For her literally, for I figuratively.) Which is ironic since I only acted the way I did to protect myself. The dream is probably trying to tell moi to stop blaming all the trouble that comes my way on the women in my life. (For most people. Conflicts arise because of disputes over a woman. Most of the time I don't even know who these women are, but they know me. Just like in the dream.) Majority of the time, they had nothing to do with it. They're just the catalyst. When in reality the trouble occurs, because I choose to ignore my responsibilities to the woman. Even if I don't know who the fuck they are. (This is why I stay home & play video games all day. I'm afraid of commitment.) Thanks for posting your dream up. Like Jedilink. Your post also helped I to remember this dream. I usually don't feel anything from dreams, but this particular dream seemed to have presented a message to me that I needed to decipher. (Not that I actually learned anything from it. It's just a dream after all, lol.) I was planning to write it down in a text box just to archive it, but than I forgot all the details. I just remembered some hot chick getting raped, & I beating the crap out of two guys. (With at least three others about to cut me down with machetes. The alpha male was still screwing the chick.)

You analyzed that dream pretty well. I'm not sure what could be made of mine though. It 's still sticking with me even though it was almost a month ago, and even when I still remember a dream when I wake up, I usually forget about it within a few minutes. It scared the shit out of me. Should I not trust people in expensive suits?

Shit I just had one fucked up ass dream myself. It was sorta like judgment day in Terminator 2. I was dreaming of this group of attractive women. They seemed to be part of some kind of secret organization. (I'll call them the "Flowers of romance.") The dream was pretty standard fair until they came across this other group of women. (I'll label them as the "anti group") The anti group seemed to have a grudge against the Flowers of Romance" This is when the dream decided to focus on the main character of the dream. She seemed apologetic & wanted to run away from conflict with the anti group. Her friend tried to console her, & tell her that every thing's going to be alright. (The main character girl & her friend were hanging out at some mall.) After the two women had their "family tv" moment. The anti group attacked the mall, by spraying some kind of spray/water/gas throughout the building. (I have no idea what it was.) The main character & her friend tried to run away as fast as they could. You could see all this collateral damage in the background. Men, women & children were also trying to run away from the spray/water/gas but their skins melted off as soon as their bodies touched the spray/water/gas. Within moments, you could see a whole ocean of red, bloody skeletons scattered throughout the mall. The main character & her friend were both still alive trying to run away. Their skin have melted completely off. Revealing that both of them are actually cyborgs. (They had exo skeletons.) For some reason. Something didn't feel right about this dream. The characters in the dream were cool, as well as the development of the characterization between the Flowers & the anti group. However the dream took a sudden horrific twist during the mall scene. It seemed like some kind of doomsday message, and I found it rather disturbing so I woke up to stop the dream. *The following is what happened after I woke up.* When I woke up... I saw this orange translucent apparition of a circular sphere with multiple faces glaring at moi. (It looked sort of like a cacodemon from Doom & Shin Megami Tensei.) The first thing I did was punch it as hard as I could with my right fist. (My punch went straight through the faces & I punched the fan instead.) Then I shouted "Get the hell outta here!" The cacodemon apparition/illusion thingamajig proceeded to float in front of my lamp. I took another swing at the illusion cacodemon thingy. This time with my left fist. Predictably I knocked out the lamp. (I just busted up another lamp a couple days ago, because I thought I saw a ghost & I tried to knock it out. What I saw a couple days earlier & what I just saw today seem to be related with each other. As both illusions/ghosts decided to stand in front of the nearest lamp after I called them out.) My dogs woke up after that, and they thought that I was angry at them, because I made so much commotion trying to beat the shit out of something that was probably only in my head. The events that transpired after I woke up happened so fast... That I had no idea that I actually busted up my right fist when I tried to knock out the orange multi faced cacodemon thingy that was right in front of me when I woke up. I couldn't get a good pic, but my "new york" middle finger was pretty busted up. (It was bloody looking as hell, before I washed the blood off.) My left fist was red all over, but it wasn't bloody. It just looked sore. It's my firm belief that it was that multi faced cacodemon illusion or apparition that was causing moi to have such f'ed up dreams. (The only other time that I had a similar disturbing "doomsday" dream was a couple days ago when I punched my lamp out, because I woke up & saw an apparition with glowing red eyes.) Sure it's not logical to try & beat up a ghost, but then again it's not logical to believe that you are seeing something paranormal either. I was operating on survival instinct. Considering how near to my face those cacodemon apparitions were, the only thing that I felt like doing in a split sec. was to beat the shit out of the thing in front of moi. When people get scared. They either scream, or try to kill what ever it is they're afraid of. I'm the latter obviously. I wasn't thinking, but at the same time I didn't have enough time to think. I truly felt that there was an (paranormal) intruder in the room, & I find it odd that the dogs actually slept through it all until I knocked the lamp out again. (I heard that dogs have a sixth sense for these kinds of things, but this happened two times within the last week, and the dogs slept through both events.) For the record, I doubt that I'm having sleep paralysis. I was able to move & I was trying to chase the thing out by punching it to death. What's odd for moi is that this is the first time I saw something paranormal that looked inhuman. (The only other time when I believed to have seen something paranormal. They were both in the form of young Japanese women. I was living in Japan at the time btw.) I told my mom about what just happened this morning... What pisses moi off is that my mom is going around telling every body that I saw the DEVIL. I'm like wtf? I never said that. I saw something gaseous that didn't have solid form, & had multiple faces. I believe it to be of paranormal/supernatural origin. Not the devil, lol. Sure it could be a demon, but only in the pagan sense of the word. The Christian belief of demons & the devil is way too absurd to even acknowledge. (Overly religious people are plain batshit insane. Like my mom, heh.)

My friend, you saw the devil. Nah seriously. I won't try to analyze that because you seem like a pretty one-of-a-kind (ie.fucked up...?) individual. But I never saw anything strange outside of a dream like what you just described. Maybe you were in a state somewhere between conscious and unconscious? Which would be cool if you were still with the hot babes. One advice though. Don't get laid. Or at least, when you're finished, pay up and have her leave. Or don't pay up, but have her leave all the same. Who knows what may happen in the morning. :D

Maybe it's because you were still half asleep when you saw it, or maybe you're crazy, but if you really saw something like that, then I'd say...actually, I wouldn't know what to say. Mostly because most paranormal believers, like my mother, are just incredibly gullible nutjobs. Gullible nutjobs who think the idea of our government's interests being completely different from our own is ridiculous, yet instantly assume a smudge on a photograph is a spirit warning them of danger. Not that I'm cynical of ghosts (though people like my mom could certainly make me) as I've personally never seen any evidence to deny or support the existance of paranormal life (if you'd call it life) and most of the ghost-related things you see on tv are completely faked. So I got nothing to add, I guess.

I had a pretty weird dream last night. I was a kid, and Jean Reno was this assassin that always killed people that he encountered on a job, so as to ensure no witnesses of his existence. He was in my home, an apartment I haven't lived in for at least a few years, and he was there to kidnap someone, who was my sister or something(not my real life sister, a person who didn't exist that was apparently my sister). Since it was a dream, I somehow knew who he was, and thus realized I was fucked if he found I was here. It seemed like he just knew somehow that I was there, because despite not making any noise or being seen, he tracked me into the room where I was hiding in the closet in, and found me. I don't know if it was because I was a kid or something but for some reason he decided to spare me, even though if his employers found out I was still alive, they'd kill him too. He decided to buy me a ticket to another country, and I decided Scotland for some reason, and he was going to send me where I'd be safe (though in retrospect it didn't make sense to send a kid to another country by himself without anywhere to live) but I ended up doing something to piss him off so he yelled at me or something, then it went into 3rd person perspective, then the 'me' ran off and he later found out got kidnapped by his employers. It was probably a trap to lure him in so they could take care of him, but he headed to their base anyway, then it got all weird like some '80s style anime, and it was all dramatic and shit as he headed to their base to finish things. He met with the head bad guy, who was this guy dresed like Bison or Heidern in that nazi style uniform, and he had become a part of this computer system or something, and I don't remember what really happened, but the guy was defeated somehow and he started to decompose, not so much rot away as he did sort of just melt or something like with those guys at the end of Raiders of the Lost Arc, and it was all gory like an '80s anime. After that it sort of just ended. I don't remember waking up, the dream just finished or something. I guess that was where the credits were supposed to come up.

Haha, someone been watching too much Leon huh? ;) Yeah Jean Reno is probably one of the first REAL people that would come to mind if I had an assassin in a dream of mine. :P I can't really remember this dream from last night I just remember I was in a huge department store (odd isn't it seeing as how I work at Wal-Mart huh?) that was so big you couldn't even see the back if you were standing at the front of the store. There was fog in between here and there. This idiot I work with was in the dream. He pulled a shopping cart through the checkout line with nothing in it. Then like, nothing, he picked up the cart and saidto the cashier, "Could you fill this up for me?" It was just a few seconds in a dream that was MUUUUUUCH bigger than that silly thing, but even in my dream I could feel my body laughing. As for Tops crazy happenings with punches in his sleep, I've had things like that before, although it wasn't as energetic as his incident I'd say. I know that I can't sleep when I start snoring. I end up waking myself up. I always do. Sometimes I'll feel my arms fly out in real life when myself is doing so in a dream. I'll kick sometimes. Sometimes I'll speak. I think I've woken up humming a song before...so on and so on. Those are some awesome battle bruises though man. ;) As for Lisker's "backstory" for Jean Reno, I've done that kind of thing too in a dream. You know NOTHING about someone, but in seconds you've come up with a life, a name (sometimes), and a purpose in the dream. My dreams tend to involve well developed characters or someone chasing after me. I had Princess Diana trying to race me on foot one night in a dream. I was in a bullet time thing though and my body wouldn't move. I remember having a dream when I was 7 or 8 where I lept into a world map at a McDonalds and started flying around with the Muppet Babies. :P Sometimes a dream will start out in one place and even though I haven't GONE anywhere, the beginning place will warp and change into another place. Sometimes I don't realise it for a minute, and other times it ends up being really disturbing or something. During my dream though I always know I'm asleep if the thought crosses my mind. I never have those dreams where I wake up, something ELSE dreamlike happens, and then I wake up for real. Sometimes I like knowing I'm dreaming and can enjoy the experience, and other times I'm distressed. VERY SELDOM am I ever creeped out by anything in my dreams, mainly because of the fact that I always know I'm sleeping when I'm dreaming.