Dream Thread, cause no one else will make one.

This dream started with me sitting in a set of 2 by 2 couches facing each other at the mall. There were 3 other people in the other chairs, one was some sort of dad who couldn't stop talking about his kid, and one was a guy who baked cookies and apparently just had them on a tray for us to eat.

One was a girl called Rivington (last name, apparently people couldn't know her first name) and later I got into a car with her and went to sleep in the passenger seat.

In it I dreamed about a 60's styled murderous robot woman who crawled through people's windows and tossed them out through them, then leaped out the side of the house to dive stab them with her knife hands.

When I woke up from the car nap we were parked at my uncle's house. I got out of the car to smoke 5 cigarettes at once, but then I looked over the car and saw the robot woman just standing there, and she saw me, and walked into the garage of the house she was in front of, which was my grandma's house.

When I woke up I went to the school library to type out the dream on this forum. My hands were pretty heavy and I was having trouble remembering what I dreamed (which is normal). Then I started trying to hit the "add reply" key and then a notice popped up that said "You aren't done yet" with just an "OK" button. Since I'm dumb I clicked the post button and popup like 12 times before...






Then I woke up, and I was in the first scene of the dream, on the mall couch. Then I went back to sleep because I was too tired.

Now I was in my grandma's backyard, and the robot woman was there. She needed help climbing over fences (lol) and so I had to heave her over and then I had a rope to pull myself with, because her knife hands would cut the rope and she couldn't use it. Then we climbed into a neighbor's window and there was a chocolate cake there. She cut up the cake and left it in neat slices, and I wrote a note explaining the cake, and we left the way we came.

Then Rivington's car was parked in the same place. I drove this time since the robot woman couldn't drive, and I went back to the mall. This time the mall was devoid of people, except for stone statues of humans on all the chairs, except for one. It was the same chair I had began the dream in. I knew I had to go to sleep on the chair.


And then that was when I actually woke up and stayed awake.



mmmm we gotta go deeper


Also in the dream, Xolta's name was Jeff instead of Ted.

Imagine another universe where everything is the same except Ted is Jeff

Last night, I had one of the most weird and nightmarish dreams I can ever remember having.

It began with a woman - blond, probably in her mid-thirties - wandering through a dark, abandoned movie theater, although it looked more like a large and fancy Broadway stage theater than one that would show movies. She eventually stumbled upon one room that wasn’t abandoned, wherein every seat was occupied by a large black poodle. Every single one had a tube that dispensed cocaine hooked up to its nose. They were all silent and motionless, and their eyes were crusted-over.
Horrified, the woman checked to see if one of the poodles was dead. It wasn’t. She turned to discover that the poodles were watching a movie on the screen. Nothing was actually happening - there was no picture or sound, just a sort of film-grain sound effect and a light on the screen - but the woman became transfixed, sitting in the only empty seat and watching along with the dogs.
Suddenly, the dream smash-cut to my parents and I taking a road trip out of town, to a place that I can remember visiting in my dreams before (even though in this dream, I had never been before). We drove on the highway just outside of town, where the landscape began to become a strange and eerie scrubland/desert. Eventually, we reached our destination - a nameless town on the edge of a cliff so high that it appeared to be flying. The town was assembled out of a few dozen huge skyscraper-like buildings, which were all dark and grim-looking. The entire place was sad-looking and full of litter.
Once in town, we went and visited some family friends, who were living in a dark and extremely filthy underground area resembling a subway station at the time, which was unfurnished except for a single large terrarium that contained a medium-sized black-and-white-striped lizard. There was also a door at one end of the room that led to some other room, which was apparently full of other types of reptiles; my mother kept coming in and out of the door and bringing different huge multicolored boa constrictors in for me to look at. When I tried to take them back, they were too heavy for me to lift.
Then, I finally discovered the reason we were in this weird town: we were going to a convention that was being held in the same theater where the woman found the dogs at the beginning of the dream. All of my parent’s coworkers were there, as was my friend Pat, for some reason.
The first event of the convention was beginning, and my parents herded Pat and I into a room with everyone else, where we were shown a movie that consisted entirely of graphic acts of violence. (I didn’t actually see any in the dream, but I knew what they were.) Disturbed, I told Pat to come with me, and we wandered around the theater uneventfully for a while.
Eventually, we discovered that everyone was becoming extremely antagonistic to each other, except for Pat and I, and we deduced that it was the movie’s fault. We rounded up everyone who appeared to be unaffected into the theater lobby. We heard screams for help, and we ran off to check on them; it turned out to be a Gamecube game that a group of young children were playing, in a room of the theater that looked like a living room in a house.
We returned to the room where the movie was playing and discovered that everyone in there - including my parents - had grown snail-like facial tentacle and was becoming increasingly angry. We somehow figured out that the condition could be cured when I produced my mother’s birth certificate and wrote “BY HUMAN SUPPORT” in the section that read “Sex: F”. My mother spontaneously turned back into a human. We organized an effort among the unaffected to write “BY HUMAN SUPPORT” on everyone’s birth certificate. We noticed one of the librarians at my college campus up in the balcony, screaming in rage, and assumed that she was their leader; we wrote “BY HUMAN SUPPORT” on her birth certificate, and she exploded in a puff of smoke.
With everything back to normal, I demanded that my parents make up for becoming violent snail-people by taking me to visit one of my Tumblr friends and get some scrambled eggs.

And then I woke up.

I had a dream that there was a Pokemon revealed for X and Y that was a poison type slug that evolved into a poison type snail and tons of the people on this forum were jizzing themselves about it.

Yeah that seems about kdark.

had a dream in wich me and outhouse was in a "the goonies" style adventure and we found a pirate chest with mtg deck based on the 10 guilds from ravnica that he descirbed as "flawless"(because I had suport him on my back to see into the chest) and he allso said most of the cards was made only to be in this deck.

This is the second night in a row I've had insane dreams.

I was, again, in a weird location that I half-remember dreaming about before. It was a series of very very long interconnected piers, which were lined with huge buildings that served as carnival game stands, as well as a few stores. Everything was made out of yellowish cement, and decorated with neon lights in the shapes of clowns.

My parents and I were in one particular store. It was a pet store that was mostly open space, but it was inside a huge atrium-like building.

I was looking at a skink-like lizard that was about as long as my forearm with black-and-white stripes running from its nose to its tail, that I was looking into getting. My parents were fine with it, until my dad asked how much it would cost to give the lizard a funeral. The pet store employee woman told him “It costs fifty-five dollars for a funeral,” which made him begin to reconsider.

I wandered away into another room of the pet store. In that room, on an open-air ledge above my head, where about a half-dozen of what a nearby sign called “tigers”, even though they were clearly not tigers; they were catlike, but they had horrifyingly humanlike faces, and were colored more like orange-and-white or grey-and-white house cats than tigers. Apparently, they were “tigers cross-bred with house cats” to be both docile and impressive.

Horrified by my proximity to the tigers, I ran into another room, which was enclosure for a number of camel-like animals that looked more like highly articulate Jim Henson puppets than real living things

Then I woke up.

Had a lovely bizarre one today.

I'm standing by a fence watching the huge waves on the beach below. Me and the guy I'm talking with decide to go for a walk, as we are walking we spot a giraffe wearing clothes; we approach the guy and ask him, how did it happen. He's a little evasive at first but then he looks at my buddy, who turns out is a trashcan shaped like a crocodile and realize they've been through the same thing, so he starts talking.
"I was walking home, when the wind started picking up, suddenly i was standing in snow, the wind circling around me, filled with the stuff, I could hardly see a feet in front of me. From somewhere out there came a cry, weird and alien, animalistic but sapient, I could tell it was a plea for help, but what kind I didn't know. I shouted out, who's there, what do you want, the usual. As the things realized I couldn't or didn't know how to help them, their cries became angry, furious; the winds started picking up speed and before i knew it I was back here and somehow i was now a giraffe". After that me and the crocodile thrash can went away, talking about what had happened to him (same thing that had happen to the giraffe) and the giraffe guy, but that at least it wasn't as bad as what they had turned joe into.



I love this idea of a world were people can just be whisked away to another dimension on their way home and be turned into any bizarre thing with no rime and reason, when they fail to help whatever is out there. I think it could be quite scary if you were to life there, facing the prospect that at any moment you could be turned into something hideous or ridiculous and see your life change all of a sudden (no one would stay in a relation with a trash can, the giraffe guy had to adapt to a diet of just acacia leaves, and those can't be easy to find in the city). I would try to turn this into a creepypasta, but it comes of more surreal then creepy

Today's dream was about an invasion by ocean creatures, the main baddies were some weird arthropods, who had the power to turn into clones of people, which naturally lead to a battle between Milla Jovovich (you could tell it was a dream because she could actually act) and her evil clone, with karate, guns, knives and a human shield. It was pretty entertaining, but the part I really enjoyed was when I (playing some supporting character) ran away from the fight to get help and suddenly a group of octopuses jumped out of the ocean to catch me, I wasn't too worried because i reasoned that they would fry when expose to the naked sun, which was right, when they got a tentacle out of the shade they contorted in agony, but then the octopuses quickly overcame this by breaking into a parked car and driving after me. It was glorious, a group of 10 or more octopuses all packed into a car, staring menacingly at me as they start the car. This of course lead to a car chase across the city with plenty of people being run over in the process (my brain reminding me of what I think will happen if I get a driver license)