Freaky dream thread.

[Ellen Forradalom]

Post your latest weird dreams. Here are two of mine from the past few days:

1. I start work at a new, decidedly strange looking office. On my first day I distinguish myself by beating a co-worker who taunts me to a pulp. I am not fired for it. I later photocopy the files of a neighbor and my father. There are also vague images of visiting a Vermont bakery, crossing a canal, and retrieiving some of my father's papers from the garbage.

2. John Edwards wins the Iowa caucuses.

[gate of the sun]

1. in our family we talk about our dreams

usually in the morning when they are fresh...sometimes we all have freaky dreams. but what's freaky? I will tell you one of my freaky dreams I had the week before Sept.11 I remeber it because it was so freaky....i dreamed there was this huge black tower. Looking closer at it in my dream the windows were actually eyes looking in all directions. I was afraid of this tower and it's eyes and moved as far away from it's vision as I could I was then on the periphery and the eyes could no longer see me. I've often wondered what this dream meant and if it had any connection to the twin towers.

[Algorem]

2. I live a few miles from the airport and almost right under the flight path

that most of the jets take to land.In the months before 911 I was getting an increasing dread of the idea of one crashing in the area.I was always afraid of helicopters,not planes.In thesummer I had a nightmare that a jet was about to crash into the house and woke up screaming at the bedroom window at a jet that was making a normal approach to the airport.I must've been having this sort of dream a lot.And for some reason a lot of times when I'd wake up in the morning I would be thinking about how a really big terror attack would be made on the U.S.somewhere in the world sometime soon but that there was no way to figure it out beforehand and thought everyone must pretty much have felt the same way.I never did connect the plane crash stuff with terrorism in my mind though.

[montana_hazeleyes]

7. I had a dream months after 9-11

that my husband and I had gone on a trip to L.A. and checked into a two story motel. In the morning I wake up(in the dream) and suddenly we are 100 floors up! I opened the door and there's nothing but air in front of me. The way you got down was to climb down the side of the building on your own using straps attached to the building.

I t was very scary. In the dream I could actually feel how high that was somehow. I was saying "This must be how the people in the towers felt."

That dream stayed with me for a long time.

[TheReligiousLeft]

3. Cheney chasing me

I was in an abandoned building with a staircase that had been broken. Cheney (a demi-human for of Cheney) came barging in and chased me. I ended up climbing a vine to get away. Scary stuff.

[Ellen Forradalom]

5. Cheney appeared in one of mine too

He was patriarch/business manager for a performing family. I was hired to be the lead singer's 'sister' in a show. The show got panned.

[jonnyblitz]

4. partying and doing drugs and having fun with Ann Coulter

in some rave like environment with the techno blaring. We were clinging to each other and having much fun! I woke up liking her! :eyes: I seriously did have this dream. I rarely remember dreams but I remembered this one. I am gay so it wasnt a sexual one or at least I don't think so.

[Algorem]

9. I knew it!She's a transvestite!

[TrogL]

6. There's this city - a dreamscape

and it's got a university and lot of apartment buildings that are strangely shaped and a really tall, unfinished building I run around in naked.

[Ellen Forradalom]

8. Pyongyang?

The unfinished Ryugyong Hotel.

[TrogL]

31. No, it's rectangular

More like the twin towers. Hmmmm.

[Algorem]

10. Don't tell me.With Laura Ingraham?I had one where I was polka-dancing

with Ilsa,the she-wolf of the S.S. http://www.cafemuse.com/sethnet/True_Dreams_Gates_of_Horn.html

[AlienGirl]

11. Last day of my life

Lately I've had this dream where it's the last day of my life; in the evening I am going to go to the doctor and be euthanized. In the dream, I have to give my replacement instructions in how to do my job (stupid: I work as a cashier, a monkey could do it). I am startled by how ordinary the day is, despite it being my last day, and I am anxious to get all the busywork out of the way so I can think about my life a little and get on with dying.

Tucker

[truthspeaker]

12. more funny than freaky

I had this dream over the weekend. In the dream, I kept feeling a tickling sensation on my butt. It was very annoying, so (in the dream) I took off my swimsuit and found there was a feather stuck in the waistband at the back. I tried to pull it out but it wouldn't budge. This was obviously a practical joke played on me (feelings of persecution are common in my dreams). Then I started feeling the tickling again; took off the underwear that had replaced the swimsuit and found it had a feather too. The dream went on for a while, and the whole time I could not get rid of the tickling situation.

Later I woke up, and was lying in bed, on my side, awake but groggy, and I felt the tickling again! I turned around and realized my girlfriend's cat Sonya was in her usual place, sitting on the bed looking out the window, gently flicking her tail. The tip of her tail kept tickling my ass, and presumably had been doing it in the middle of the night as well.

[Pale Blue Dot]

13. I'm with my extended family at the shore

Suddenly, I go crazy, on a rampage, running around and screaming my head off. Several people give chase until finally I am subdued by two kids, a boy and a girl, wearing t-shirts with the word "Kucinich" emblazoned across them.

I swear to God I'm not making this up.

[populistmom]

14. last night's freaky dream

I dreamed I had a Bostonian accent all of the sudden.

Most recent freaky dream- I was in a laboratory of someone I know who was doing a particular type of research and my boys were with me. They proceeded to run everywhere, damaging equipment and getting bubbles (you know like the kind you blow with the little wands) all over the specimens. It was very vivid and on the surface strange, but it made sense in a way also.

[skypilot]

15. Scorpion dream

I go to the doctor because I feel an obstruction in my esophagus. I'm sitting in a chair and the doctor is standing behind me. I hear his voice but never see his face. He puts his hand on my chest and starts massaging upwards towards my throat. I feel the obstruction moving upwards. My mouth is suddenly full with something and the doctor holds a large metal bowl in front of my face and tells me to spit out what's in my mouth. I do so and then he places the bowl on a counter across the room and starts to leave. Before exiting the room he says to me, "You might want to take a look at what you brought up." I walk slowly towards the bowl and as I get close enough to see over the edge of it I see that it is full of some sort of muck. But then the muck starts moving and up out of it comes this HUGE scorpion. Just then someone behind me screams. I turn around to see a woman standing in the doorway looking at the scorpion and then at me. Suddenly, there is a voice coming from somewhere and it is repeating the refrain, "Six scores of scorpions. Six scores of scorpions." Other people appear in the doorway to look and they all start to panic and run away. At that point I realize that there are several scorpions in the bowl and that they have wings--big, black dragonfly-like wings. I run out of the room and as I'm running down a hallway I'm still hearing,"Six scores of scorpions" along with the loud buzzing sound of the scorpions' wings.

[montana_hazeleyes]

30. Damn

That sounds like something out of Revelations!

[XNASA]

16. I'm lying in a hammock, stretched between two wooden posts......

...in the basement of an old house.

The basement starts to fill up with water. I notice that there's a refridgerator that's running down there, so I can't just get up and walk out of the hammock, across the flooded floor for fear of being electrocuted.

I somehow manage to get to the stairs leading out of the basement by crawling over different objects (the washer, a workbench), but just as I'm about to make my exit, I accidentally kick a gasline that's connected to the furnace.

A spark, generated by static electricity ignites the broken gasline.

I run up the stairs and out of the house, diving behind an old picnic table in the backyard.

The house explodes. But I'm safe.

That was the dream I had last night.

[hunter]

17. I dreamed I was in DU's 700 Club...

Oh Look! Just now I am!

I did have a very disturbing dream the night before last. Prophesy?

I dreamed I was in Afghanistan, and I was sitting on a very big chunk of random broken concrete, drinking a cup of tea.

I looked down the street and there was this boy, maybe twelve years old, climbing up a power pole trailing a long cable so he could steal electricity.

It was horrible, because I knew it was an eight kilovolt powerline, and I dropped my tea and ran after the boy yelling and screaming for him to stop, but he ignored me, and there was a big flash of light, and he fell to the ground.

When I reached him his heart was still beating, and he was breathing, but he had some bad burns on his arms and a broken leg.

Then a crowd gathered, and they shoved me aside, and they started yelling at me, and somebody shoved me to the ground, and people were kicking me, and then I woke up, but only in the dream, and I'd been sleeping in a shack built on the wastelands of some bauxite mine in Jamaica, and I was covered with mud, and a little girl came in and asked me if I was all right.

[LynneSin]

18. 2 Nights ago I dreamt that I got a part in the broadway show "The Producer

I've never seen the musical but it's been feature on the new season of "Curb Your Enthusiam" (Mel Brooks wants Larry David to take over the Nathan Lane role).

There was singing and dancing but the songs didn't seem like the ones from the actual musical.

Not sure why I dreamt this

[regnaD kciN]

19. Last night, I dreamed that I was back at my last job...

...I was coming back from vacation, and, as soon as I got to my desk, I was accosted by the producer (typical) in a panic (also typical). It turned out that, when they assigned tasks for the current project, no one had noticed that I was on vacation, and so they had assigned me a huge sub-game that would take weeks if not months to complete, without realizing I wasn't there. Anyway, that portion of the game was due tomorrow, and I simply had to finish it by then no matter what, or else the company would be in trouble with the publisher and my job would be in jeopardy (once again, typical). In the moment before I woke up, I remembered that they had laid me off last year, so I was able to get in a quick "Sorry...I don't work here anymore!" before I awoke.

(The dream was probably the result of running into a former co-worker from that company in the checkout line at Fry's the evening before...he hadn't even realized that I hadn't been employed at that company for some time...)

[TheMightyFavog]

20. I've had a couple...

Lets see, I have that recurring dream where I am the star of a German Children's TV Show for a ficticious network called Deutschland Plus called Zum Beispiel. I'm basically dressed in a psychedelicly colored Prince Albert, with a matching trousers, vest, tie, and Bowler hat with a plain white shirt and black shoes. The show starts out with me having various conversations with various charcters such as Herr Hund, Frau Schwan, and die Kätzchen in a magical castle. After a while, I take out a magical pocketwatch, open it up, rainbows come flying out of the watch, and I am instantly transported to the real world where I meet people do things, such as learn bicycle saftey from the police, Fire saftey at a fire station, tour a bakery, learn fitness from a professional soccer team, etc. Ever since I started taking German, I've been having this dream. I've been told having weird dreams in German is par for the course fore people who learn German or any other forgien language.



I've also had a dream where I'm on an episode of Hollywood Squares I'm on the lower row along with Richard Belzer and Wil Wheaton. As the show progresses, Belzer, Wil and I start passing around a bottle of Concord Grape Manischewitz and insult Tom Bergeron whenever a contestent picks one of us. As time goes on, we drink more Manischewitz, we get drunker, and the insults get more and more personal and vulgar. The Dream ends after all the stars (IIRC, Martin Mull, Brad Garret, George Stephanopolus, Harvey Firestein, and Peter Tork were some of the other celebs) beat the shit out of Bergeron after the game is over.

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

27. I'd say you just invented a very good educational show

Kind of like Beakman's World but with a magis castle as "base of operations". And Google tells me Zum Beispiel means "For Example". A very catchy title too.

What about giving that dream some legs? I could see the characters calling OUR world magical and THEIRS real, you protest but they say "well, our world doesn't have, FOR EXAMPLE, little silver circles that have music in it. What can it be but magic?" Then you'd use your pocketwatch and take them to a tour on "our" world to explain how that particular "magic" (CDs in this case) works.

[TheMightyFavog]

32. Well,

I am a Communications major.


No doubt I'll have to make up some sort of show for a project somewhere down the line.

While in my dream, everything is in German, a show like this could translate well into english.

[ZenLefty]

21. Here's mine

I posted this a few days ago...
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=627162



In the dream, I'm in a shopping mall, and I'm watching this girl talking on her cellphone. She's young and attractive, smartly dressed. Listening to the conversation, it's clear that she's breaking up with a quarrelsome boyfriend. I get the impression that he's a real jerk. When she hangs up, she looks quite liberated, and seems happy about it. She leaves the mall and prances out to her car, a silver convertible of some sort. She puts her hair up and the convertible cover down, and starts driving on a road that leads into some beautiful forested mountains.

It is autumn, and the trees in the mountains are vibrant in color. Amber and gold, a little green here and there, brilliant oranges and reds throughout. As my eyes get closer to the trees, I notice that some patches of red leaves seem different than the others. Deeper in hue. Glistening.

They're not leaves. They are odd looking clumps of blood, hanging there in the branches. They look like spiderwebs would look if the strands were wet with blood, and a globule of it was clumped in the middle. They look alien, and frightening. From above, it can be seen that these globules are clustered together in large patches in a couple of places in the forest.

And the road the young girl is driving on goes right through the middle of it all.

Next thing I know, in this dream, it's like watching one of those little .mpg movies that a digital camera can make. It looks like a red filter was used to make the movie, but I know that it is the sunlight casting its way through the clumps of blood above. I see the girl from behind, she's completely naked, and it's very clear she's been badly assaulted. There are cuts and welts all over her body. She staggers down along the side of a road to a ditch, where she falls flat on her face, and does not get up.

And next, I'm in a police office where detectives are watching this small movie on a computer screen. The digital camera in question is wired up to the computer, and it's covered in blood. There are odd, tentacle-like marks all over it, making a pattern in the dried blood that reminds me of intestines. There is also a manila folder of pictures developed from the camera. I never see them but I somehow know that they are blurry pics of the girl as she was assaulted. And I somehow know they never show the attacker, only the girl's terrified face. The police are talking about the girl's boyfriend, as he has a history of assault. One of them remarks that there are no prints on the camera, and it looks like he pressed the camera's button with his tongue. I somehow know that it was no human tongue that pressed that button, more like a creature with tongues for fingers or something.

[ScreamingMeemie]

22. Stephen King? Is that you?

Wow. :hi:

[ZenLefty]

25. Coincidtntally, I'm trying to make that dream into a short story

I'm no Stephen King, though I've read everything of his right down to his laundry list.

[Shananigans]

29. Not really that interesting, but...

Last night I dreamed that this guy I am kinda/sorta interested in came over and my friends told him I wanted him and I was super embarassed and ticked at them...

I also dreamed that my mom fit into a pair of black leather pants and she looked damn good (she recently lost 80 pounds, but still needs to lose about 100 more).

Wierd, uh?

[Bertha Venation]

23. hope you don't mind that I posted my REALLY freaky one

in a different thread. I didn't know this thread existed.

It's long, but if you like freaky shit, it's a worthy read.

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=105&topic_id=646266

[zanana]

24. I dreamed that Arnold Schwarzenegger was Gov. of California...

Then I woke up and Arnold Schwarzenegger was governor of California!

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

28. Well, it seems there's a mission for you Californians:

Shake Zanana REAL HARD!

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

26. Mosque and flip-flops

(People more familiar with Islam may tell me whether this is accurate or not)

Me & wife are doing tourism in an Islamic country. I don't know which, but it's not an overly reactionary one. (Morocco? Syria?) We visit a temple we were told was a Christian church taken by the Muslims and turned into a mosque. It has Catholic architecture, but all the inside furniture (and of course the statues) have been taken out. No benches either, just naked floor.

I am barefoot. Before I got in, I looked in a street vendor area outside, but the only tent that sold flip-flops (I knew because it was covered with canvas bearing the logos of two real footwear manufacturers, both Brazilian) was closed. Inside, somebody told me it wasn't proper to enter the mosque barefoot, so I just assumed the lotus position and walked with my hands to get out. On my way out, I asked a local woman where could I buy flip-flops and she gave me directions.

Outside, I followed the directions and was frustated to learn it was to the same street vendor area. But this time there were two people about to open the tent. Next thing I know, I already bought the flip-flops and am inside the temple, on my feet.

All the while, my wife is along with me, but she says nothing, she seems to be just enjoying the trip.

[pfitz59]

33. Having sex on a bicycle.....

Recurring dream when I was about fifteen! I am the bicycle seat, and the girl is riding. Damn erotic!

[tainted_chimp]

34. I inhabited Natalie Wood's (20-ish yr old) Body

I was so blown away by this amazing new development that I spent the first few moments just staring at my/her body in the mirror.Wow.
After dancing around the room with utter flexibility and abandon, I then proceded to find a man to have sex with.(My neighbor, who I have NEVER found sexually attractive in the least) It was very vivid and quite graphic. And weird!

~Lisa

[solinvictus]

35. Weird Dream

In one dream, I'm working in a basement laboratory/morgue in which dead bodies come through on stainless steel gurneys that move of their own accord. The walls are stainless steel and coated in the fluids of the various corpses being taken apart around the room. I'm wearing a white lab coat and scrubs that are absolutely caked in old and new blood. The room is lit in a dullish green color and there is constant noise all about me as others are working at taking corpses apart. I reach up for my tools, which are connected to a huge outlet above me. There's pressure to work quickly as we remove organs and eyes from the bodies while adjusting a drain gutter on the gurney that directs the blood spillage into a larger groove on the floor which in turn goes directly to a large grate. The place is cold; cold enough that a fresh body steams upon incision and the blood fogs up light coverings. About me are these dwarfish things with no eyes that are the clean up crew. They have gray skin and an almost scaly pattern over their bodies and walk with a slow heavy step that splatters the waste everywhere. The cleaners walk about with mops, hoses, and some sort of powder that attempts to cover the smell of death. When we've got the corpses disassembled, so to speak, they're slid onto a conveyor belt in the middle of the room where they're moved into the next area. What goes on there, I don't know yet....

[trackfan]

36. This one was odd:

I was walking down the street and I felt incredibly thirsty. Noticing a bar, I decided to stop in and get a Coke.

The bar was situated so that there was a front door, (the one through which I came), and a back door, which opened on to an area which was not a street, but more like an arcade, with shops, restaurants, etc.

The bar itself was in the center of the establishment, but not circular or rectangular. It was more of a right angle shape, like an L with both sides of the same length. The view across on one side was blocked by one of those silver containers or refrigerators, and maybe also by a regular domestic looking refrigerator.

I asked the bartender, a young man, probably in his mid- to late- twenties, for a small Coke. As if to warn me, he held up a "small" size glass; it probably only held about four ounces. I knew that I didn't have much money, so I stuck with the small.

The bartender opened one of the refrigerators and took out a plastic
half-gallon jug containing a light brown colored liquid that appeared to be watered down Coke. He took a sip himself to make sure that it was the Coke; then, he poured me a small glass. I asked how much it was, and he told me it was 35 cents. I put a couple of quarters and some more change on the bar - probably a dime and a nickel. The bartender, seeing how thirsty I was, actually let me have a little more Coke for free.

I left the bar through the same door, and continued down the street. I turned left at the next street, and noticed that there was a black guy dressed in a blue windbreaker, who may or may not have been following me. I started to walk a little faster, and I began to hear a commotion coming from somewhere. By this time I was pretty sure that the guy in the windbreaker was following me, so I started to jog away, making a right turn at the next corner.

Soon I saw what the noise I had heard was. Up ahead, to the right, there was a group of black youths trying to pull a young woman down into a man hole. The woman was also black. She was pretty, and was dressed quite nicely, wearing a summer type dress. She was struggling against the gang of youths and screaming for help.

Now, in the other direction came two people. One was an older man, probably in his sixties, but possibly younger and just street-worn. He had the look of someone who was pretty close to, but not quite, a bum. He had an expression on his face that indicated that the scene with the gang and the girl was something commonplace. There was even the hint of a smile on his face. The other person was a young black man, who didn't at all look like the other gang type. He was running as if he were scared, and wanted to get away.

At this point, I decided I had better get the hell out of there. I turned around and started to run back the way I had come. I found myself alongside the young black kid who had been running. When we turned the corner, we saw the guy with the windbreaker, and we both figured that he was some sort of lookout for the gang that was attacking the girl.

We ran past the street that the bar was on, then along some walkway that was on private property. Shortly, we came to a main street. Across the street was a long brick, or cinder-block wall, on the other side of which was a type of mall. This mall was more like a swap meet, with booths and tents, etc.

While still on the other side of the street, we were trying to figure out whether it would be better to enter the mall on the left or the right. We both recalled that there was a commercial in which Carroll O'Connor said a little rhyme telling what the best way to go was; but he remembered the rhyme indicating that one should go to the left, while I remembered it saying the right. We decided to go to the right.

We crossed the street, angling to the right, then went along the brick wall until we got to the end. Then we went around the wall, into the mall area, and entered the first tent. This turned out to be where they published a type of newsletter for the mall. All ofthe people working there were young women. Most of them were Mexicans or Asians. Almost all of them looked pretty good. There was one white girl, a blonde with a Lady Di type haircut. She was not as pretty as the other girls. Her complexion was not real nice. I started to talk to her, however, and she turned out to be real nice. We hit it off rather well.

[NightTrain]

37. Last night, I Dreamed that Alec Baldwin was trying to convince me that...

...he's my biological father. :shrug:

[slackmaster]

38. I met my late cat's sire as I was renting an apartment to his owner

He could speak several words of English including "Tired kitty."