Disturbing Dreams
 

just put out any dreams that A. have creeped you out or B. are just plain weird

you first

i have dreamless sleep, and if i do dream they are lucid, so i dont really have one thts disturbing

so you get off on other people's weird deams, hmmm?

i'll go first

i'm in a dungeon, running around in the dark damp corridors, lit only by the light of my gas lamp. i see my own shadow flickering across the walls. i don't have time to be scared of my own shadow.. all i can think is "get out, OUT NOW!"

behind me i hear the building above me collapse. it's a deep rumbling sound, it seems to come to me from the earth itself. suddenly i slip and fall, i see the floor above me disappear and i fall. and fall. i crash with my back on the ground, hard. it hurts. i try to get up but my legs don't respond. my lamp is still working and i can see dust falling down the hole i just fell in.

another rumbling sound, i feel the earth tremble. rocks fall on top of me, i feel my head being bashed in by stones. i can't move my chest, i can't breathe, i try to inhale but nothing happens. try! TRY!

nothing. empty.

another one

i wake up suddenly, very alarmed. i think WTF and i look around. it's summer and light outside, it feels like 5.30 am. i check my alarm clock but it's not working. i hear weird blasts in the distance.

i get up and put my jogging pants on under my nightgown. i put my bootees on, no socks. just going out for a short peek of what is happening outside. i go into the hallway and into the living room. i see light between the curtains. i open them, fvcking curtain hook that's broken, and across the street, the building that's across the street, that building, where is it??

what i see are the remains of a building, cratered and smoldering, i see half of a house, half of a bathroom with a tub, but i don't see people. it looks like a war happened to my block. why are my windows still intact? i open the door to the balcony and burn my hand on the doorhandle. dammit, remember fire training! i go back and get the kitchen towel, i put it over my face. i open the balcony door.

im unable to understand what i see. the river is burning! it's black and yellow and orange with flames. the docks and boats are burning, and all the streets are empty. it's like they left without me. i'm alone, in a cratered building, shelled in my bed.. am i really the only one left??

I quote, "The brains of an entire village, dug up and bottled in salty water: this is a clear sign of witchcraft!"
Huh? Why does a village's brains need to be dug up?
So anyway, the village decides to show me these bottles of preserved brains (there are some other body parts too) to see what I make of it. The villagers are really upset by the salty water, it means someone has been practising witchcraft. So I act like I totally understand and I'm shocked too, because they seem to be the sort of villagers who would burn someone... Meanwhile I'm wondering why the hell they are so worried about the salt water, but finding a whole heap of entrails in bottles is completely normal.

I find myself in a WWII setting: huddled in the trenches, bodies strewn across the ground, scattered shells echoing across the war-torn landscape. This reminds me of my thoughts of the battlefield from "All Quiet on the Western Front". For some reason, I've just been handed a sawed-off shotgun. I don't know how to work the thing, so I use it to clear a path through the rubble. I push one of the nearby bodies, and as I see its face, I realize that the features look extremely similar to those of one of my close friend.

Looking around, I see other familiar faces. They all seem slightly off, like the "valley effect" in animation: not imperfect, just unnatural. Suddenly, from no man's land, I see two twin beams of light. They grow steadily larger until I have to shield my eyes with my helmet. Maneuvering across the cratered ground, a hearse pulls up. One of those fancy new ones, with a gleam to it that makes it seem like it's just been waxed and buffed and all that crap. The tinted window rolls down partially, but I can't see inside. My fingers begin to shake, and I accidentally pull the trigger on the shotgun. The boom echoes, the only nearby gunfire in hours. From inside the hearse, I hear a voive say "No."

The window is rolled slowly up again, and the car screeches away. I'm left alone in the trench, when I see a red bicycle against the far wall. Its color stands out, vivid in the muck and grime. I toss it up, out of the trench, and jump up after it. Unsteadily, I begin to ride into No Man's Land.

And then I wake up. Strange, huh? Any interpretations?

Jedi, is there anything you do to have lucid dreams? I have them rarely, and I've heard there are certain techniques to force yourself to experience them...

Half of it is realizing while you're dreaming that you are dreaming. According to the guy in Waking Life one good way to tell if you're dreaming is to walk over to one of the walls and try to turn the lights off and on. If you can't manipulate the light in the dream, then you know you're dreaming.

My re-occurring disturbing dream has to do with a house that I've found. Over the course of several dreams, I have found many different secret rooms in this house that I've opened up and found in a state of terrible filth and disrepair. Over the course of time, I gradually manage to renovate these rooms into useable, beautiful spaces. Each time I dream this, there is more and more progress. I'm particularly proud of a grand staircase that I've transformed with many beautiful murals, etc., or a great hall full of beautiful gold leaf.
The only room that I can't have any effect on at all is, architecturally, the best room in the house. It's a bedroom with a beautiful, huge bank of windows that looks out over a garden - filled with sunlight and lots of floor space and high ceilings. It's great. The moment I see it, I fall in love with it and want to move in immediately.
Unfortunately, the moment I walk in, the air becomes oppressive, cold, the hair goes up on the back of my neck, and I know that something absolutely horrible and evil and invisible is in the room. It's furnished rather shabbily with things from the nineteenth century. I can't breathe. I'm afraid to move about in the room, and any movement at all seems to provoke something terrible. I have to back out, and the dream is over.
Each time I dream this (dozens of times by now) I keep trying, and something inside the room becomes more and more violent. Once, I peered in and it looked as if I'd actually done some work on the room, but a rotten corpse resting on a heap of rags in the middle of it rose up, and a horrible, old, red-haired, haggard prostitute (perhaps an alternate future version of myself) rose up and looked me in the eye, smoking a cigarette. I say "You have to get out of here in the name of Jesus. You have to go! I plead the blood of Jesus - so get out of here - you have to go!" Usually in other dreams, this works.
She answers, rolling her eyes "Yeah, yeah, go ahead. The blood of Jesus, the blood of Jesus - I know all about the blood of Jesus," as she takes another drag off her cigarette.
This completely unnerves me, and shaking, I'm forced to leave the room. The room is some kind of impenetrable stronghold. The last time I dreamed this, I managed to make my way over to the bed and sit on it. Suddenly the room is filled with ghostly figures - all from the nineteenth century. They are all standing very still, like statues, and yet seem to get closer and closer to the bed. Something terrible is going to happen, and I wake up.
Good times.

I had this dream about demonic calves... and they were SO CUTE!!
Sure, they were going to kill and zombify everyone so I had to kill them, but they were damn huggable otherwise!

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Freaky dream alert!
 

I had a dream that there was some sort of alien invasion, and there was fire in an an old barnyard and all the horses had gotten loose and a bunch of us were trapped in the last part of the barn, and all I remember before waking up is a horse that was infected by some alien parasite peeking it's head through a window with all these tentacles writhing and flicking around, there was blood everywhere and people screaming for mr ed to calm down or something, it freaked me out for days afterwards.

I know some people say that dreams are supposed to mean something, but I don't know what to conclude from this bizarre freak of a dream.:(

demonic666I had a dream that there was some sort of alien invasion, and there was fire in an an old barnyard and all the horses had gotten loose and a bunch of us were trapped in the last part of the barn, and all I remember before waking up is a horse that was infected by some alien parasite peeking it's head through a window with all these tentacles writhing and flicking around, there was blood everywhere and people screaming for mr ed to calm down or something, it freaked me out for days afterwards.

I know some people say that dreams are supposed to mean something, but I don't know what to conclude from this bizarre freak of a dream.:(
Wayne Tully a fantasy and comic book artist of mainly evil and dark gothic designs.


'k, I am going to go out on limb here. Look at your signature and then explain to me why you don't know what to conclude. The tentacled thing...your site is on Squidoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

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All of that and John Carpenter's The Thing :p

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of course, the squid and the thing, why did'nt I think of this, dreams could be what you have watched and been doing in your real life and then you dream about it, thanks for clearing this up I can continue to draw my sweaty demons and monsters and feel fine now.:)

WOW! How much do you charge for a half-hour session, Av? :D

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Not a right lot!!!:confused:

Today 03:03 PMdemonic666Not a right lot!!!:confused:Today 10:25 AM

I'm sensing barely disguised hostility....
;)

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I've never been disguised as a hostile bear in my life!:confused:

The Strangest Sensation
 

I was dreaming that I was hiding from something bad and generally awful. (A hostile bear, perhaps?) I was crouched down behind a sofa or a bar or something, on my hands and knees, and I was beginning to grow uncomfortable. Suddenly I became aware that my arm was wrapped protectively around somebody, and my shoulder was aching from holding this awkward position.

Now here comes the strange sensation...

As soon as I realized my arm was around someone, this little row of mental dominoes fell, and I became successively aware that:

1.) The person my arm was around was my wife

2.) My arm was hyperextended at the shoulder, hence the ache

3.) I was emerging into wakefulness from a vivid but quickly melting dreamstate, and...

4.) I was not, in fact, on my hands and knees behind a counter at midday with my face toward the floor, but...

5.) Lying on my back in bed in the dead of night with my face toward the ceiling, my arm wrapped not over my dear wife, but under her.

That transition between 4.) and 5.), where day became night, down became up, and over under, was a Mighty Morphin' Mindf*ck of the first order. I highly recommend it to alla y'all. It's better than Space Mountain, folx! :D :eek: :D

I had a dream like that, but not as awesome. I was trying to catch a zombie/monster/undead thing to stop it getting away and destroying the world/killing people etc. etc.
I had pinned its arm to the wall, but it just ripped its arm off and ran away (being undead of course). Then I woke up and had a strange readjustment when I realised that I actually had my own arm pinned against the wall, and there hadn't been a zombie attached to it moments before (to the best of my knowledge).

Last night I dreamt I was walking around in a supermarket. I turn a corner and see a big Ze-frank stand, colored bright orange. His face is on all the products, eyes bulging out and finger pointing towards the inside of the package with a huge grin that barely conceals the irony.

I'm trying to figure out how he managed to market a product all the way over here in France, and decide to buy a pack of his product so I can show my friends and possibly give them a giggle. I then realize that he is selling fully packaged tacos in airtight packages. I start thinking that I would rather not buy one, but it turns out that he also sells a cheese version, with no ground beef inside.

I'm not sure I bought it, because my dream went somewhere else after that :).

It always freaks me out when I'm eating in a dream (which happens alot -_-) and I never get full.

My two most disturbing dreams:

1.
I am in the produce section of the grocery store in a town I used to live in, but hated. I am trying to choose between 2 types of dried scorpions. The yellow ones are fat and still look kind of juicy. Yuck. The black ones seem well-dried -- just crunchy exoskeleton -- and they have huge stingers. Yick. The end.

When I had that dream, I was trying to choose between two grad school options that I found equally distasteful, ha ha.

2.
I feel ill. There are loud noises and bright lights, and I am looking for a quiet place to rest. I don't find one. I vomit pearls.

I know what that one is about, too, but I'm not saying. :)

Last night I dreamed that I was watching an old spy movie starring an older Sean Connery alongside Bonnie Hunt. They were trying to kill each other in campy 60's spy movie style. I had seen the movie a hundred times and was vaguely enjoying knowing what would happen next. Then Jabba the hut peeked in from my kitchen and asked if I wanted an extra olive in the martini he was making for me.

It must have been the bedtime antihistamine.

About two nights ago I finally had my first lucid dream. I was in an auditorium with two of my friends. Something was on the stage in the center was chanting in a strange language. I got the impression that it was a sermon of some kind. Anyway, it was kind of creepy. I just remember completely understanding that I was asleep at one point.

A 10/10 dream overall

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just curious

1. can you describe the "thing" chanting (color, size) ?
2. What kind of chanting: high or low pitched, melodic or atonal, varying or repetitive ?

I never looked at it. I just knew it was there. The rest of my dream had this distinct zombie apocalypse (or as I like to call it, the zombpocalypse) air to it. So it was probably something silly like the undead. Or the re-undead. My dreams are weird o_o

The chanting was this combination of grunts and a really unsettling droning noise.

My husband is going with me to a doctor's appointment and we are both very sad, but resigned. We get there, I check in, and dorkboy and I go to the examining room. The doctor comes in with an enormous syringe and tells us that all the tests have come back, unfortunately it's the worst-case scenario and we should just get it over with. He steps toward me with the syringe and it finally dawns on me: I'm being euthanized. As the injection begins to do its work, I find I can't move, can't speak, am gasping for air, and it's PAINFUL. I try to communicate somehow that it's not working, either give me enough to kill me or MAKE IT STOP, but since I can neither move nor speak all I can do is try to communicate with my eyes. The doctor finally says, "Well, this isn't working. We'll have to try again next week." Next thing I know, I'm at work with a bazillion people asking me for things, and the phone ringing off the hook. I'm trying to tell one of my clients to bear with me, I was nearly dead yesterday and am having difficulty functioning but I should be okay tomorrow.

That's all I remember. My husband was as horrified by this dream as I was and assures me that he won't have me put down just yet. ;)

and another
 

Many years ago, I had this one on a regular basis.

I'm in my living room, curled up on the couch reading. A tooth suddenly falls out. I spit it into my hand and stare at it blankly, completely baffled. Another falls out. I jump in the car and am heading (I presume) to the dentist, and on the way the rest of my teeth fall out one by one in rapid succession. I'm in tears and panicked with both hands full of my own teeth and all of a sudden there are all these zombie-like people all around my car, not really doing much but pawing at the windows and blocking my way. I can't get past them unless I run over the ones in front of me and I can't bring myself to do it.


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Sounds stupid, I know: menacing tooth-losing dream?!? But I'd wake up absolutely terrified.

^ I have a similar dream all the time, only I don't jump in my car. It's a strange dream to have, I always find myself thinking "crap, teeth don't grow back". Someone once told me that having a dream that you teeth fall out means money is coming your way, but I've never really noticed if I've gotten unexpected money afterward. :D

I've heard lots of different interpretations myself. Usually losing just one tooth means something entirely different than losing several. I did quite a lot of research on the topic back when I was having the dream, because it would leave me freaked out for days afterward. The interpretation that made sense for me at the time was this: Your teeth are supposed to always be there. They're permanent. Dreaming of losing them symbolizes the feeling that you're losing things you think of as also being permanent fixtures in your life. During the year I had this dream, my father died and within six months of his death I'd also filed for divorce.

I like the "money coming your way" interpretation much better!

LOL, yea it's a much happier prediction. It's probably a cuban thing, I think they associate everything with getting money. My left palm gets itchy and my grandmother swears I'm going to win the lottery. :rolleyes:

I was trying to help Queen Latifah into her Oscars gown, while avoiding streams of lava that were running down the mountainside we were standing on.

man...:rolleyes:

I dreamed I was fighting for Czech against Nazi Germany... It was pretty awesome, scary but awesome, until someone got an alchemist involved. Somehow he messed up reality, so our unused ammunition turned into worms, I turned into a wolf, and a severed head turned into a raven which started talking to me. The coolest part was that I was two people the whole time, fighting side by side with myself.

I don't even want to try hallucinogenic drugs. I'd take my dreams any day.

I was both the person blowing a soap bubble and the bubble itself -- like a spherical homunculus.

It's been blowing my mind all day, no pun intended.

I love dreams that you can keep thinking about for the rest of the day.

I used to make bubble blowers out of pipe cleaners and blow bubbles with detergent. One day I must do it again.

I was having a good one this morning but it evaporated before I was conscious :mad:

oh well.

at least I figured out how to get out of the Chicken City yesterday.

My head was being squeezed, hard, and I felt like I was swimming, when all of a sudden I could see in the bright light these spooky faces half-covered with blue masks, and it scared me so badly I passed out. That's when my disturbing dream began.

My stapler was bleeding.

i was shot in the back, at C5-C7 making my left arm disappear. thankfully i was holding my own gun with my right arm. despite the awful lot of pain i've experienced in my life, i was still startled at the intense feeling of agony when my body let me know that something was wrong. run! no, be calm. run. listen. peek in the shop window. dodge right, turn, aim and shoot. just like you were taught. glance, two on the left and one on the right. run again. ignore the pain shouting and cursing in your ear. run. reload. duck behind car. look. 2. where's #3? aim, shoot. where's #3?

I meet a teacher who tells me I'm a healer and gives me complicated robes to wear. I protest that it's a mistake, that I'm not by any means a healer and have no idea how to put on these freaky frickin' robes and ties, and I look down, and I'm already wearing them. I stand very still, trying to feel whether I'm supposed to take them off or not, and after a while I wake up.