what is the strangest dream you have ever had?

[eddie hitler]

Ive had a ton of bizarre dreams.I recently had a dream about my little brother attacking me with a blow pipe, he didn't actually shoot darts at me, he just poked me violently with the pipe.
I have woke up laughing, swearing, and muttering strange absurditys such as "it looks like he is fingering a distressed pigeon"

what is the strangest dream you have ever had?

[lo_res_man]

My strangest dream was one that was strange in its normality. When I was 6 I had a dream I was in candy store, one of those old fashioned mom and pop like candy store. Like a corner store from the 19th century. It was painted green, but not wizard of oz green, much more tasteful, with white and natural wood accents. as well the candy was green too. There was a large jar of  solid green gumballs, and I wanted one. SO someone, I think my dad, or some other male I knew in the dream bought it for me. So I was, happily masticating, when I started to wake up. Now have you ever had gum in your mouth when you go to sleep? It gets all over the place and often sticks your face to the pillow, and you realize why your mom told you not to. Well, as I started to wake up, my dream gum had got all over my pillow, I could feel it on my cheek and even in my hair, I tugged at it even smelled it, but when I woke up completely, it was gone.

[R4L]

I hate those deja-vu dreams.

One time I had a dream that I was with my mom and we were driving down the road in the winter. We had just come back from renting movies. So anyway we were driving and suddenly we started skidding and sliding and finally we smashed into a ditch and the car stood up on two wheels, and we were there for two seconds, then it smashed back down on all fours. This happened in a dream, and then happened in reality a week later. It was very scary for me at the time.

[Erenan]

I've had a lot of strange dreams.

I dreamt once that by a weird twist of fate I was spontaneously transported to another dimension with a most unusual companion, the devil himself. So then, the devil and I had to set aside our differences in order to survive in this new hostile world. We had to get from the rear of a zooming transport train to the engine. Once there, I leapt off the front of it, suddenly realizing that I had two cuts of meat in my hands. I threw one at the windshield of the train, which caused me to be transported into another alternate universe, where I found myself falling into a dark green ocean under a blood red sky. I landed in the water, where I soon found a giant horrible sharklike beast swiftly coming towards me, whose face was basically an organic version of the grill on the front of an old pickup truck. I threw the other cut of meat at it, which transported me into yet another alternate world, where I soon found six giant cephalopods coming towards me. Great. Luckily, I was near a shore, so I went up on land. Unluckily, the cephalopods were able to do as much. So then, I found myself being pursued by one of these monsters through a passageway with rhythmic blasts of fire blocking my way every few steps. Looking backwards, the monster was hindered in no way by these fiery blasts, so I was in trouble. Then, when it was about to get me, the devil showed up and murdered the stupid beast. Phew. Then I woke up. I want to design an AGS game based on this dream. Actually, a lot of my game ideas come directly from dreams.

I also once dreamt that I had superpowers including but not limited to: Flying, stopping bullets in midair by thinking, shooting blasts from my hands a la Dragonball Z, extraordinary reflexes, etc., etc., etc. I was part of a guild or gang or organization of some kind, and I was infiltrating the base of a rival guild/gang/organization, sneaking around and incapacitating people. Soon, I came to the central temple adytum of this rival group's headmistress, who turned out to be my girlfriend. So I battled with my girlfriend, who had similar superpowers, and then I remembered that we were friends, at which point we stopped fighting, and I woke up.

I also once dreamt that I was a superpowerful giant monster flying around, destroying a city, and battling the military. This was fun.

I also once dreamt that I was a superpowerful giant alien being, and I fell helplessly in love with a spaceship. Seriously.

[voh]

Let me select the weirdest one that I published in my book

There was a party at my grandparent's place, which, as it seems, I was throwing. Now, my grandparent’s place is an old folk’s home, and their apartment is on the first floor. It's fairly small, and the front door comes to a sort of walkway, which on one side has the front sides of the apartments, and on the other nothing but a waist-high metal railing to keep you from falling a good 20 feet down. There were a good 40-50 people there, easily enough to fill the apartment to the brim and then some, so people were standing on the walkway as well. I was inside, having a drink and talking to people. In general, the party was going quite alright. I saw a friend of mine, John, standing outside, through the window. He was flirting quite obviously with a girl, while his girlfriend, Michelle, was trying to pull her off of him. It didn’t seem to faze him, as he didn’t seem to care about what happened. I suddenly had an incredible craving for a cigarette, but I knew I wasn't allowed to smoke inside, so I moved to the walkway and lit myself one. As I took in the soft, half-cool, half-warm night air, I noticed glasses standing everywhere. As I was responsible for what was going on that night, I decided to start cleaning up glasses. Fucking bastards leaving them just everywhere, just to be broken by people not noticing or caring. I’m going to have to replace a lot of glasses.

And as I started picking them up, I noticed that indeed, I was going to be throwing away a lot of these glasses, as most had cracks and parts missing from them. I picked up two, moved further onto the walkway and picked up another 3. I figured out too late that one of them was almost completely broken and a sharp shard was sticking out. I noticed it when the shard cut me in the chest, deeply, and stayed there. I wasn't able to get the shard out, and I was getting panicky. A friend of mine, who was also picking up glasses, but from the other direction, towards the door, saw me and greeted me. She saw something was wrong, and asked me what it was. I mentioned the shard puncturing my chest, and she helped get it out. I bled from the wound, quite heavily, but it seemed I wasn’t majorly damaged or anything. She moved her hand over the wound and said it would be okay, that I didn't have to worry about it. I accepted her consoling words, and brushed off the pain and started picking up more glasses.

When I reached the end of the walkway I saw the stairs leading down to ground level. A friend of mine was walking up the stairs and I noticed him. I asked him what had happened between John, the girl, and Michelle, who had been trying to get her off of him. He mentioned John had escorted the girl home, and more than a single mistake had happened. He didn't want to explain what exactly, but after me saying some things I don't even half remember, he agreed to tell me. At that moment, John came back, up the stairs, and past, with Michelle right after him. I put the glasses down, and sat down on the metal railing, with my back towards the 20-feet drop. I looked up to the sky, then at the people around me, and lit up another cigarette. My girlfriend came walking up to me and jokingly gave me a little push. I almost fell off of the railing, as it's pretty hard to keep your balance when you can't grab onto anything and the metal bars are all vertical so you can't hook your feet into them.

As soon as I had re-found my balance, I got off of the railing, stood panting, and sighed a deep sigh of relieved panic. I then grabbed her by the sweater, which, for some obscure reason, was a hoody, and I yelled at her to NEVER, EVER do something that fucked up again, or I'd fucking hurt her in return. She looked down to the drop, and somehow not coming across completely sincere, said she was sorry. She wouldn't do it ever again. Then, in a flash of a second, a blink of an eye, Michelle (my girl's best friend), who was standing some feet away, along with John, pushed my girl hard toward the railing and said "Yeah, don't do THIS again". She doesn't fall down to the ground immediately. She topples over the railing, but as I'm still grabbing her sweater, I manage to keep her hanging on. For some reason, everybody around me just stood around not doing anything. There are guys down on ground level, and I wanted to scream at them to, please god, catch her if she happens to fall, yet no sound emerged from my throat. All around me, it was eerily silent, and everybody just looked down at her and back up at me. A good 5-6 people just standing there, being no help at all. And that's when my grip slipped.

She fell down to ground level. The guys who were standing there moved out of the way as to not get hurt themselves. Silently, and quickly, I cursed them more than I would want to curse anyone. I saw the fear in her eyes as she fell toward the ground. Her head bobbed as it hit the ground first, leaving a dark wet mark on the ground. Silent. No Movement.

I started to whimper, and slowly moved away from the railing. One part of me wanted to run to her and grab her and talk to her, and the other wanted to yell at Michelle, shake her about, hell, even throw her off of the walkway herself. But for some reason I can't get myself to do either. As I slowly started limping toward the stairs, I started crying uncontrollably. And now people started moving. Some guy runs up the stairs from downstairs, and two guys run down from upstairs. The guys from below are still standing there, just looking, still not doing anything. I tell someone to call an ambulance, and they phone in to the emergency hotline 112. In the end, it turned out it was all too late. She died on impact, her neck broken, and if that hadn’t killed her, the brain trauma would have done her in. I never had the opportunity to tell her one last time how much I loved her.

The next I seem to remember was the tattoo parlor. I was getting a tattoo fitted in remembrance of my girl. I remember just going up to my mom and saying 'Give me 60 euros out of my account' and then going to the tattoo parlor to get the tattoo fitted. The design was very simple, even sober. It was to be an eternal mourning sign, a symbolic display of how everything ends, that nothing ever stays the same. It seemed the best choice. It was a black band, about an inch wide, horizontally placed around my right upper arm.

Next memory is the funeral. It would have been a beautiful day, had it not been the day I was burying the girl I loved. Her family was there, my family was there, and our mutual friends, save for one. Well, one, and the guy she was with. I was wearing black boots along with black pants and an opaque black sleeveless shirt. The tattoo was clearly shown and some of the family members there had made kind remarks about it, it being a symbolic means to show how everything is finite. Under my dyed black dreadlocks, I was wearing black shades, and my beard had been twisted into two separate black braids, two small beads holding them in place. I looked my best. I knew she would've liked the way I looked. After today, I'd never look this way again. It'd been done as a symbolical thing - to symbolize that she was everything to me, and that without her, it meant so little anymore, and that it would take a very long time for things to start mattering again.

Suddenly, I see Michelle walking towards us, with John right behind her. She's wearing a black veil and sunglasses. I walked up to them, meeting up at a good 30 feet away from where the ceremony was actually being held. I slapped her right across the face, throwing her sunglasses off, and her veil into disorder.
"What the HELL are you doing here?" I asked, with my anger quite prominent in my voice.
"She was my friend too, you know..." she said, rubbing her cheek.
"Yeah, but can you guess why we're all here? She's here because you killed her. We're also here because you killed her, and the police are here because they want to keep you in check because you KILLED HER"
I ended that last bit in a violent outburst. I looked over her shoulder and nodded to the police officer who was looking as if he was inquiring whether everything was alright. John chose this moment to stand up for his girlfriend and pushed me out of the way. I looked at him and scoffed.
"Stay out of this. To return the favour your girl here has done me, I'd have to throw you off of a balcony, so I advise you both to fuck off from here."
They looked at one another, towards the casket still hanging above the grave, and turned around. Their steps were slow and calculated. Sure she was feeling crappy about it, and of course John did too, but did they truly expect they could just show up and be treated like the others that were here? At least none of us had any influence on us being here, while they both had.

I turned around towards the ceremony, which continued. I wept in the arms of my mother, and swore that I would remember her forever. I pinched my newly tattooed upper arm softly and smiled a wry smile, knowing that she was a part of me forever.

And then I woke up in tears.

Funny detail: I'm getting that tattoo fitted. I had this dream 2,5 years ago and that tattoo has been stuck in my mind since then. After thinking it over, I've decided on just the mourning band, 1,5 inches in width, around my right biceps. 2,5 years of wanting it and never doubting it seems like good enough reason to get it

[Eigen]

For me the strangest dreams are when I dream of something and in the morning I have a feeling I've seen the same thing before, a long time ago, when exactly I don't know. But then I realize I saw those two dreams the same night. Makes me feel kinda weird.

[ManicMatt]

I love reading about people's dreams!

Not my weirdest dream by a long mile, but I'll tell you this one because I think it's amusing:

I was spiderman. I was in some bad guys lair trying to destroy some hi-tech computer machines, but I couldn't destroy them. Then superman came along and started destroying them with ease and I was jealous that he has better powers than me. I then went home to my girlfriend, and went to bed sulking. I kept rolling out of bed and would use my spiderweb power, to shoot at the bed, to pull myself back in.

[vict0r]

Not really a dream, but this extremely freaky and weird thing happened to me today/tonight. I don't recall doing it myself, and I haven't been drinking or using any types of narcotics

This is what I woke up with today (hope noone are offended by the pic):


Two very clean cuts, shaped as a "V" on my chest. There were no blood on my sheets, even though these are cuts that I imagine would bleed relatively much. I have two cats that could have done this, but seeing that my door was closed all night, and... well, cats don't just do stuff like that, I doubt they did anything. And as I said, I can not recall doing this myself
And I have no sharp objects in my room. No knifes, nothing...

Anyone else had a similar experience?

[voh]

I woke up in a ditch this morning, with a potato knife clenched in my hands and a note saying "vict0r must die".

Reading what you said, I'm starting to see a link between our two predicaments.

How odd!

[m0ds]

I had a dream about a piss up with Blair and Bush a couple of weeks ago. That's currently my most strange. The majority of my dreams are fairly reasonable in what they contain, for example, I don't find myself walking through a land of circles and squares and giant lobsters come and dance around a mountain top... That'd just be odd. I'd be worried about what it was I was subconciously thinking throughout the past few days!

What I do wonder though, is whether anyone dreams from any kind of perspective other than "themselves". In my dreams, I am always myself and always inside my head. I don't start seeing myself from out of my body, and I'm never an animal or something. Does anyone?

[LGM]

I have a ton of odd dreams, let me see if I can think of a few specifics.

Hmmm.. As a kid I had a dream that one of my hand held grocery-store video game thingys came to real life. It was one with some little tiny dude you had to move and avoid falling and getting electrocuted. In my dream it was hyper-real and I saw the dude fall and get electrocuted and fried. It was odd and frightening.

I also had a scary dream about a vampire that tore out my heart and ate it in front of me. I was also a child when this happened, and I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

I always enjoy dreams where I fly around. I had one dream that I was flying around this cloud city type thing, but then I lost my flying powers, and bad things started happening. It was very cinematic (alot of my dreams are).

Then I've had very intricate plot-filled dreams, but nothing I feel like explaining. But let's just say I've made entire movies in my head in one dream. It's fun!

[Ashen]

What I do wonder though, is whether anyone dreams from any kind of perspective other than "themselves". In my dreams, I am always myself and always inside my head. I don't start seeing myself from out of my body, and I'm never an animal or something. Does anyone?

Depends on what you count as seeing from outside... I 'mindhop' a bit in a lot of my dreams - basically playing a bunch of different people in the same dream, but always knowing that it's me pretending to be someone else. So I sometimes see someone that I 'was' a couple of seconds ago, but I never dream in the third-person.

I've also dreamt I was an animal of some sort (can't remeber what). But again, I was aware that I was still me, just pretending, and eventually got bored of it. I don't know if that shows a strong self awareness, or just that I'm wrong in the head.

Despite this, I don't think I have many 'strange' dreams, the ones I remember mostly aren't really coherent enough to be strange.

[eddie hitler]

thankyou for all the posts so far, and keep them coming.Ashen, ive never heard of anyone mind hopping in their dreams, very perculiar.In my dreams, I  see myself from out of my body, and I don't recall ever being an animal.I often look nothing like me in my dreams, in one dream I was the exact likeness of the rapper fat joe. more dreams people.

[Erenan]

I dreamt that Cindy Crawford announced she was getting a sex change.

[Ghormak]

http://www.slowwave.com/

This is essential reading! People send their dreams to this guy, and he makes a comic out of them. Most of it is good, and some of it is absolutely fantastic.

[lo_res_man]

What I do wonder though, is whether anyone dreams from any kind of perspective other than "themselves". In my dreams, I am always myself and always inside my head. I don't start seeing myself from out of my body, and I'm never an animal or something. Does anyone?

I have had dreams, were I have no part whatsoever its like a movie, and in one in praticular,  had famous actors in it. it goes for angles, and was in fact, from what I remember, as good a movie as any I haver seen.
Heres another question. In a lucid dream, or any dream where you are in your own head, who are you talking to? If you have a conversation, who in all hell is talking to you? Are you talking to yourself? And if so, how come you don't know what the answer will be?

[Ashen]

Ashen, ive never heard of anyone mind hopping in their dreams, very perculiar.In my dreams, I see myself from out of my body,

That's odd. Of the people I've spoken to (admittedly, a small number, and mostly on a similar mental wavelength to me) MOST ‘mindhop' at some point. Maybe not as often as me, and I seem to be the only one aware of it ‘in-dream' (as opposed to thinking about the dream when awake and realising 'Hey! Different perspective!'), but still. Conversely, most DON'T see themselves from the outside. When they do (I see myself in mirrors, which is apparently unusual), it's definitely THEM, except for a few minor details (hair, glasses, ‘I'd never wear that', etc). Out of interest â€" Can you be sure you actually looked like Fat Joe (or otherwise different from your ‘real' self), and didn't just think you did, in the dream?

In a lucid dream, or any dream where you are in your own head,

This might be slightly off-topic, or might be me misunderstanding 'Lucid Dreams', but: I've always thought 'Lucid' dreaming was when you took control of the dream - otherwise (by the rest of lo_res_man's question) what's the difference from any dream? Whoever you talk to in a dream, who're you talking to if not yourself? Sorry, I just don't get the difference between 'lucid' and otherwise 'in your own head' (again, based on l_r_m's statement). Unless the question is really: "Does lucid dreaming access a consciousness outside your own", which I can't answer. I don't lucid dream. 80% of the time I'm aware I'm dreaming, but I can't dream lucidly.


From the post below:

Feeling pain in a dream sucks.

I seem to only be able to dream what I've actually experienced. So, I can stub my dreamtoe and it hurts like hell. But since I've never been shot, stabbed, fallen from a great height, been gnawed by a zombie, ... my dreamself is pretty much invincible. Which is nice.

[LimpingFish]

I fly in a lot of my dreams. But I seem to have a ceiling on how high I can go.

Feeling pain in a dream sucks. I once dreamt a zombie was chewing off my fingers, and I could feel it as it was happening. Actually, that whole dream seemed to be based on Carmageddon, by way of Death Race 2000. Funky cars and all.

Weird.

[Domino]

All of my dreams are very strange, but there are some dreams that wake me up and I feel so weird, that i have to turn on a light and just sit on the foot of my bed until that strange feeling goes away and then i go back to sleep.

I think the strangest dreams i ever have is when i re-visit a location that i may have dreamt about before. In my dream, i actually get deja vu. It is really hard to describe. Even while sleeping, i get this feeling that, hey, i've been here before. There might be some minor changes and may even have a different plot, but none the less, is a weird feeling to have while enjoying a little shut eye.

Oh, I also have a tendency to dream about ferris wheels collapsing and people falling to their deaths. I have had this type of dream many times, and might also include other amusement park rides. Some rides might spin out of control and go flying off their supports. Thank goodness i am only witnessing this in my dreams and not actually on the rides.

Flying in dreams is cool too, but i am afraid of heights, so i stay low to the ground.

Shawn

[Bubbles]

I fly in a lot of my dreams. But I seem to have a ceiling on how high I can go.

Feeling pain in a dream sucks. I once dreamt a zombie was chewing off my fingers, and I could feel it as it was happening. Actually, that whole dream seemed to be based on Carmageddon, by way of Death Race 2000. Funky cars and all.

Weird.

Strange, for I never felt physical pain before in my dreams.