Post your weird dreams.

[Baitball Blogger]

I had one two nights ago. I dreamed that my computer was hacked. I found out when I began to receive weird text messages on my IPhone. They were intended to intimidate me but I was slow to understand what was going on. It finally sank in when I opened an attachment and realized they had accessed my laptop when I was undressing and had taken a picture.

I woke up with a start and before I had a chance to get freaked out, my first reaction was, "Hey, I looked like a babe!"

And then I realized it was a dream.

Damn it!

[NYC_SKP]

1. Flying, sort of.

It's one of my favorite recurring dreams:

I'm at the top of a very tall mast on a boat and have a fantastic panoramic view, it's kind of like flying except there's the fear that the mast will tip over and take me with it.

In another recurring dream, I'm running but my strides are really long and it's like I'm able to float for yards between each footfall.

[hermetic]

10. Same dream!

not the boat mast, but the running one. No football involved but I am going down a sidewalk in a hurry to get somewhere and I will take a stride and find myself floating for several yards. At first that used to frighten me a little, but I learned to tell myself to relax and enjoy it. And I did. But I've always wondered what that came from. I used to run track back when I was in the 5th, 6th grades. You?

[NYC_SKP]

11. I never ran track, was usually at the end of the pack (more of a wrestler body type).

So maybe the inspiration is from someplace else.

Funny thing, in every case I get started and it gets easier, like I find just the right stride and the floating gets better.

So fun!

[MiddleFingerMom]

14. The last time I dropped acid (40 years ago), a friend and I went for a walk in Nurnberg, Germany.

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I came to realize that I was "taking 10-foot strides" -- no jumping or bounding or floating...
just natural smooth steps.
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Once I became aware of this, it was fascinating and I was simply in awe for the rest of
our adventure.
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[NYC_SKP]

27. Then my dreams might just be flashbacks!

My dreams steps seem natural, too, almost like gravity has been repealed just enough to take really long strides.

[hermetic]

51. Yes,

mine felt the same. Now I see one thing we had in common. Interesting. Still, my favorite dream ever. It's been over a year since I had one and I try to will it back. No luck, though. Now my dreams are full of people and dealing with stuff. I'd rather be floating.

[femmocrat]

2. All of my dreams are weird. I wish I didn't dream.

They are long and convoluted and I wake up with a headache after one of them. They usually involve getting lost in a strange city or having my car stolen.

[Baitball Blogger]

29. Many of my dreams take place in confined areas.

Either I'm walking through dorm halls or a mall. Sometimes a residential area. But there's always a feeling of a corridor of some kind.

[leftyohiolib]

3. we as a family (my mom dad brothers and sister) went to our dad's sister's house in p.a.

i was led to a room that was to be my bedroom. the room was furnish in typical bedroom furnishings. i went in and my mother shut the door behind her when she left. i stood there for a few moments looking around the room moments later my mother came back in and said (name i cant remember) has shown up and needs a dresser so they took the one in my room. a few moments later she came in and said someone else showed up and needs a desk, so they took the desk. moments later she came in because someone else showed up and needed the bed so they took that away.

so now im standing in an empty room and i decided to go downstairs,since the room i was in was now empty (even the carpeting was gone).when i opened the door my mother's father, who had been dead for sometime "walked" past me saying "it's no fun being dead" and when he got into the room he stopped moving and stood there.

i went downstairs and saw that everything downstairs was gone. all the furniture, all the pictures, the carpeting it was all gone even the people were gone. i turned to look out the window and noticed that, although they live on tacony street in philly in a regular residential neighborhood under sodium-arc lamps, all the houses were gone replaced by grassland. out the front window instead of a nborhood community was grass all the way to the horizon. looking out to the horizon i notices a storm building it was huge, growing and getting closer every second. i became very frightened and as the storm got closer i became terrified the storm got closer to the house i started screaming and that's what woke me up. i laid in bed shaking and sweaty, out of breath and tried to calim down. i never forgot that dream

[Baitball Blogger]

5. Sounds like an apocalypse dream.

[valerief]

4. A couple weeks ago, I walked into Barbra Streisand's house (door was open) and called her name.

"Barbra! Are you in? Barbra!"

I have no idea where she lives or what kinds of home(s) she has.

I don't remember what happened after that. I must have woken up.

[Baitball Blogger]

30. I've had a few public figures in my dreams.

But singers, never. Only once was I able to sing like a lark. It was beautiful. I'm tone deaf in real life, but in the dream there wasn't a note I couldn't reach.

[hobbit709]

6. My dreams would give most people nightmares.

[walkerbait41]

7. The dream I always have.

My wife takes me out in woods to look for a cat, then blows the back of my head off. I wake up and everything is fine.

[Baitball Blogger]

8. I suggest you write your anniversary date on your calendar.

[walkerbait41]

9. Like that would matter

[UtahLib]

15. Cripes, I hope you're joking!

If not, stay away from the woods or write yourself a nice obituary.

[walkerbait41]

22. No joke,

I just won`t let her have a cat.

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[pipi_k]

12. The weird keeps

Happening in my dreams

Tigers or bears running loose in my yard

I dream that one a lot

Sometimes I'm in a car on a hill and the brakes give out and the car starts rolling backward down the hill and I can't stop it

[Art_from_Ark]

13. This one was about a month and a half ago

I was at a friend's house, and his mother was like, va-va-va-voom, and she was about to start hitting on me, but then I was suddenly teleported into my car, driving down a Japanese expressway, when I suddenly hear my cat in the back, and start freaking out because my cat freaks out in cars, so I try to grab him and put him in his crate, but that makes me drive erratically, and I am suddenly in the fast lane, where I black out temporarily, and wake up to find I'm stopped and there's a huge line of cars behind me, so I try to get my car going, but it's like I'm being chased on foot by a monster, and then a Japanese firetruck pulls up behind me and the firemen tell me I'm under arrest, but then I'm teleported to the world's longest building, where I and several others have to make miles-long trek through the building, and something is about to happen, but I wake up and am relieved to realize that I never made that crazy expressway trip.

[Locut0s]

19. That's not a dream...

That's just the plot from one of the latest twisted anime

[Dash87]

23. Japan comes up with much weirder shit.

This would be your normal anime fare.

[Art_from_Ark]

49. Maybe in my next dream, my friends's mom

will have tentacles

[Baitball Blogger]

31. Remarkable that you could remember all of that.

[UtahLib]

16. When I was in grade school,

I had a recurring dream that everyone hated me. Everyone I tried to talk to would sneer and turn their backs to me. For quite awhile, I dreaded going to sleep for fear of having that dream. I always woke up crying which made for a miserable beginning to the day.

[Baitball Blogger]

32. Fear of rejection is a theme that anyone can relate to.

Sorry you had to go through that.

[UtahLib]

40. Thanks for the commiseration.

Because my Dad was in the Air Force, we moved every two or three years. I was somewhat shy, which could explain my trepidation sometimes manifesting in my dreams. I was lucky to have a very close and supportive family, especially my Dad.

[Gravitycollapse]

17. I keep having nuclear apocalypse nightmares.

The archetype is that I sacrifice myself to save my friends. This happens in different ways according to the circumstances behind the disaster.

Often, I am outside the blast radius of a nuclear explosion. I trek into the city to find my friends. I usually get to the point where I can taste metal in my mouth (a real life side effect of exposure to high levels of ionizing radiation) and then I become very sick and usually that's when I wake up.

There was one dream where a nuclear power plant exploded and I am the only one of my friends with a functioning car. I had to keep driving back and forth to the airport to get them all out in time. Again, I am exposed to lethal doses of radiation and then I usually become very sick or, rarely, I die in the dream.


I've had these dreams pretty consistently for about 4 years now. Some of them are pretty routine while others are really quite disturbing emotionally. I'll wake up in a panic and then be stuck in a funk for the rest of the day.

[Baitball Blogger]

33. I've only had one nuclear apocalypse dream in my life.

When I was a kid. I dreamed that I saw my sister and a friend at the end of the driveway of our house and I walked out to play with them. We weren't there long when something caught our attention and we looked to the horizon and saw the mushroom cloud.

[bluesbassman]

18. Hmm. Well...

There's the dream where I see myself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at me.

Why am I the only person who has that dream?

[Baitball Blogger]

34. I remember that scene.

I did have a religious based dream when I was in Catholic school. I dreamed that I was being carried into a church over everyone's heads. I wasn't putting up any resistance. I think I was paralyzed. I woke up when I realized I was being offered as a bride to Jesus.

Felt so wrong, but I realize that nuns go through something like that, without the moshing.

[B Calm]

20. I dreamed that I won the lotto and traveled to the

South Pacific. Then I had my bare butt swatted with palm leaves by half naked hula girls.

[Baitball Blogger]

35. Better not let MFM know about that dream.

[KamaAina]

53. Hula is indigenous to Hawai'i.

Hawai'i is in the North Pacific.

Other Polynesian islands, notably Tahiti, have their own traditional dances, but they are not hula.

[Locut0s]

21. The bad dreams I remember always have an element of impending doom...

In one such dream I'm back in my old house we used to live in 15+ years ago. This was a town house complex up in a really forested area, higher up the mountain than where we live now. In the dream there's this HUGE forest fire roaring down the mountain side consuming trees and houses as it goes. Somehow we are in the worlds slowest car, just barely ahead of the fire. At some point I look back and I can see the townhouse complex we lived in on fire, which doesn't make logical sense since we are already miles away in the dream at this point. What I can't capture here is the sheer terror the fire represents. Somehow the fire is actually a dark presence, not bright and hot. And the feeling of inescapability, inevitability is crazily palpable.

Another similar dream has us fleeing from tornadoes. One thing both dreams have in common are terrifying but interesting vantage points that you could never get in real life. Both of them have me looking up at the fire or tornado at such a close distance that you would already be dead, the disaster feels like it's looming over everything.

I can remember waking from these dreams still with a deep seated feeling of impending doom.

[Baitball Blogger]

36. There's no correction for fire.

That's pretty imminent. Sounds like you were dealing with insurmountable obstacles in real life.

[Locut0s]

54. That could very well be...

I know that I've often felt cornered and hopelessly out of choices in life.

[pinboy3niner]

24. I tried to go to GD...and it was GONE!

Oh, wait...that really happened.

[UtahLib]

28. You can't fool me. I saw what you did. n/t

[Tommy_Carcetti]

25. Recurring dream: I'm swimming with alligators.

Multiple alligators. Lots and lots of alligators.

But the weird thing is, they aren't attacking me or threatening to attack me.

And I'm not totally freaking out. I'm a little nervous and unsettled by the fact that there are all alligators around me, but I'm not actually terrified of the situation.

[Art_from_Ark]

48. Maybe you were an alligator in a previous life

[UglyGreed]

26. I have not talked to my oldest brother

after my mother died and my wife and I bought my mother's home. About two years after we bought the house I kept on having a dream that he moved back into the basement where my father had built him a nice room when he was in his late teens. It was going on for about a month or so until I was able to find out online that he died of Pancreatic cancer four months after he was diagnosed. His wife did not tell anyone on my side of the family, he was 56 years old. After I found out about his death the dreams stopped.

[Baitball Blogger]

37. Family connections and bonds.

Your post made me thing about how funny it is that parents try so hard to instill the need to "stay together" as a family, but then make all kinds of arbitrary decisions that insure that it will never happen when we get older. Just little things, like spoiling the youngest child, or in Latin American families where the oldest son is treated preferentially. When these siblings expect the same treatment from their siblings when they get older, it's sure to create resentments.

[UglyGreed]

41. Thanks for the reply

I was much younger than all my siblings, plus my father was an alcoholic and I was the "scape goat" child even though his drinking started during WW2. I was blamed for about everything but in the end I took care of him (I was 22 at the time) when he was dying of Cirrhosis of the Liver at the age of 65. I then took care of my mother at the age of 73 when she was suffering from myasthenia gravis and liver cancer. In the end my siblings took care of what little money they had and charged us top dollar for the house even though my mother wanted my wife, her two grandchildren and I to live in her home. I miss having family but sometimes people are just better off raising their own family on their own. Back to the dream, I felt my oldest brother wanted me to know of his death, strange but in my heart I believe it is true.

[Baitball Blogger]

45. You sound like a good person. And definitely a good son or daughter.

My youngest sibling wasn't so unselfish. Before my mother died she tried to "cut a deal" with my parents for a house swap so she could have the four bedroom house, while they moved down to her smaller home. My mother was smart enough to stand up to her, but after she died, my sister just stepped in and took what she wanted. My father was not able to put up any resistance, though Lord knows he had no trouble giving the rest of us a swift kick in the butt to encourage us to deal with our own problems. Hence, the reason for the resentment.

Even though we're getting everything down on paper for his Will, I'm sure she'll find a way to prevail. She's already managed to sustain a lifestyle that she could never afford on her own, living off promissory notes that I'm sure will be forgiven before my father dies.

[Loryn]

38. The pig room.

I dreamed this dream years and years ago. I want to say that I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. It scared me, and I can still see it.

My brother and I were taken to this what looked like a grocery store. It was cold, and we were all dressed up. I had a pink coat, and he was in a little suit. We were probably 4 and 5 years old.

We were told that we could not say anything, and we especially couldn't scream, when we went inside. It was like a grocery store, with doors that swung open, a conveyor belt took us into the store. We were both scared, and right before we stepped on the conveyor belt, I told my brother not to make any sounds. Just as we were entering, I heard squealing sounds, and looked over at my brother and he had turned into a little pig. A little pig in a suit.

I must have woken up then, because I have no idea what was in there.

[Baitball Blogger]

39. That is creepy.

[Bertha Venation]

42. donuts and pies

I was at someone's house, visiting friends. The house included a big event room, like the upstairs at my childhood church, but not really. The light in the house was nice, a kind of soft yellow, like when the sun is going down but isn't close to the horizon yet. And there was a little dust floating around in the light. The house wasn't perfect; it looked lived-in, which was also nice. Outside the house was reminiscent of outside Grandma's house in Paramount, but not really. The door to the kitchen -- the house's main entrance --was loose, and had only a flimsy lock in the doorknob.

In the big room were relatives of my friends, who were also somehow my relatives but not really. They were older folks. I was in the kitchen. An old friend from the chorus came in, and brought donuts. Suddenly the kitchen was packed with donuts and pies. I couldn't decide what to eat first. A lovely peach pie was calling to me, but so were the chocolate cake donuts, and a bear claw, and a cream-filled donut (which I don't like).

Then my two sisters were there. They arrived in my old Starlet, and the hatch was packed with donuts and pies. My eldest sister kept picking up different donuts, saying "eat this one first, it's your favorite."

Then we -- the three of us -- were at the beach. White sand and clear, blue-green water. Then some of the relatives were there, and I urged everyone to go into the water because I knew from experience that it was absolutely wonderful. But something kept me from going into the water. Then I was in the house asking people if they were going to go to the beach, and no one was, and I was shocked that no one wanted to go to the beach.

[Baitball Blogger]

46. What a great dream!

[Bertha Venation]

43. nightmare

A gigantic spider was chasing me across the lawn and I couldn’t get away. It was light brown and bigger than a football -- and long, spindly, crunchy legs to match. I was terrified. I would run backwards a few steps and it would advance, we’d do that dance again, I’d turn to run forward but it ran around me and cut me off. Then it jumped up on my shoulder and was battering me in the neck and face. I don’t remember being so scared in a dream for a long time.

[Bertha Venation]

44. Trouble

I was at my therapist's house. Her husband was around, but he wasn’t the kind of guy I pictured as her husband (never met him). We weren’t really doing anything, just chilling. They groomed their cat with this weird spinning contraption with spikes (not pointed) sticking out. It was a fluffy cat and they alternately ran this spinning thing over him, then brushed him out, then blow-dried him (he was never wet). Her son, my youngest nephew's age but a child in this, was playing Trouble. I looked at the game -- it was a really old one in mint condition. It didn’t have the pop-it dome thingy; you popped the dice with the back of a spoon. Carol told me that her parents had taken my two old cats, Harry and Richard, on a 12-day cruise and they were sick because they’d been fed lobster in cream sauce. I was furious, crying in anger. I demanded to know who they thought they were, taking my cats. I was terrified that they’d fall off the ship. I pictured an aircraft carrier.

[Baitball Blogger]

47. What an interesting dream!

You definitely have an emotional connection with cats.

[benld74]

50. As a kid I was deathly afraid of ventriloquist dummies,

my parents home was not the most charming place, dark, dank, with a coal bin(converted to work shop by my dad), the old fruit cellar included. Old furniture stored again walls.
In the dreams I was always alone, somewhere. Then the vision of the basement, with noise coming from one of the pieces of furniture. The piece of furniture would begin to open, like a drawer, or a small door. And a ventriloquist dumy would begin to get out.
I would high tail it to the basement steps, taking them 2 at a time. ONLY to be caught from behind by said dummy who would begin to hit me over the head, shoulder etc with, i dont know, because I woke myself up.
Don't bother me now of course. But in the day, cold shivers.

[Baitball Blogger]

52. I don't like horror stories with ventriloquists.

Probably the worst one, which I caught the end of and looked up on wiki was one which involved a ventriloquist that was using her talent to "animate" a dead man who was wealthy. Through him she brought in victims, his heirs I imagine, and one by one killed them off to make herself a human suit. I think she was actually the dummy, trying to come alive.

I think that's the plot. It was just too creepy to get into it.