What's the wierdest dream you ever had? Mine was i was in SSBB.
I went to school, everyone was speaking in Weld Noises (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rjgm5ItNtMk#t=0m29s)(from my gmod days).
An average lesson went,
WELD...WELD WELD WELD...WELD! WELD?
it hurt somewhat
It was just me sleeping, so ultimately a pointless dream.
Uh...well lets see, which one was the weirdest...
All I can remember was that there was an underwater hotel that I was staying at, and I looked out the window while we were breaching...and I saw the biggest monster ever. It was big, and red, and looked like a lobster/cloverfield/worm thing. People told me not to look out the window, and there were floating police...machine...thingies...shining lights into my face, and the monster turned and looked at me, and it seemed like the world was just falling apart and groaning.
Then I woke up. QnQ
aw man I've had some crazy dreams in mysterious locations. I had this epic one the other night in a giant ghost mansion where I was the only one seeing this dead family following everyone and had to turn them into mysterious balls of redeemed light so they could move on. It was warped.
When I was on a particular volunteer FD which is notorious for its, ah, indiscretions, I would have the most intrusive dreams when we had time to sleep there. The paramedic's bunkroom has one bed, and I am guessing that MANY people have been known there. Like in the biblical sense. I would have all these dreams of the other medics and firefighters- nothing carnal, mind you- but rather a window into who they really were. It was disturbing to dream of someone being a total vindictive asshat and then having to depend on them not to get you killed in a fire later that day.
@Hawk Eye
Sounds sorta like Lugi's Mansoin minus the humor and vacumer cleaner
Yea, but more dismal and dark, but I see the comparison
I finished sledding down the hill during Elementary School, the new assistant teacher helped me up after a crash landing into a snowy bank. Recess was just ending, and as we were walking back he pulled off his face to reveal a creepy, wrinkly, green bunny rabbit head, and he glared at me.
"Let me guess," I began to inquire, "you're gonna kill me."
"Nope". The man replied. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm gonna eat you!" the man corrected, as he drew closer to me, until all I could see was the black abyss that was his mouth closing in on me. And then I woke up.
???Why a bunny? I could under stand barney, but not a bunny.
Quote from: Black Breeze on November 19, 2010, 06:28:14 PM
???Why a bunny? I could under stand barney, but not a bunny.
It had to do with something I saw on TV.
Actually, upon further inspection, I was actually able to find out what it was, going on what few memories I had and a little searching. It was from an episode of CSI called "The Finger". He was wearing a rabbit mask and trench coat, and he met with some dude to exchange money for a hostage.
That was back in 2002, so yeah. I was still a little kid. Must've thought that dude was pretty scary. Well, he kinda is.
Oh that makes sense, I think i saw that episode before.
what a great topic, with people who actually want to know my dreams!! ;D
My strangest one was me with my cousin at this lake and on the other side
was like a cool looking hut and I could smell cookies, like freshly baked ones
with the real nice smell, me and my cousin would always swim across and eat
the cookies, but whenever we looked back out across the lake it would
be infested with crocodiles, I would make it back but my cousin always got eaten... :'(
Hrm... Some wierd ones here...
well, let's try this one on for size! I had this dream in gradeschool, but it has stayed with me all this time.
I was in a room, a security office, perhaps, and playing across several of the screens on the walls, people, people who I knew, were being tortured, mistreated, or killed. The whole time, I was staring at this screens with one eye, and watching the figure with the other. The figure was a silhouette, illuminated by the glow of the monitors. After a few moments, seeings more people die, I asked the figure why it was only watching, why it wasn't helping. The lights turned on, and I could see that the figure was actually a nurse, her back still turned to me, and her eyes still focused on the screens. After a moment, she turned around to reveal a hideous face accentuated by a gaping maw of sharp teeth. Only a moment after it came into view, the nurse attacked me, and I woke.
I told my counselor about the dream during one of my anger management sessions, and she tried to explain it for me, stating that it had to do with my own feelings of helplessness and isolation, as well as a questioning of those who I trust.
Quote from: Sashikinaroji on November 29, 2010, 05:32:46 AM
I told my counselor about the dream during one of my anger management sessions, and she tried to explain it for me, stating that it had to do with my own feelings of helplessness and isolation, as well as a questioning of those who I trust.
I don't think dreams con tell someone that, I dreamt my dream when I was really young, it just reoccured over the years so i have remembered it, i think dreams just represent what your subconscious is feeling or thinking, for example, me and my cousin always swam together and my nana makes the nicest cookines, crocodiles can be found anywhere and also building huts was a hooby of my cousins and I
So, what you're trying to say is, what your subconscious is telling you is more valid than what mine is telling me?
That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.
Besides, it's been often stated that there are meaning behind everything in your subconscious, that we dream in symbols.
QuoteMy strangest one was me with my cousin at this lake and on the other side
was like a cool looking hut and I could smell cookies, like freshly baked ones
with the real nice smell, me and my cousin would always swim across and eat
the cookies, but whenever we looked back out across the lake it would
be infested with crocodiles, I would make it back but my cousin always got eaten...
Ok, you say that your grandma makes delicious cookies, ok. That could be a symbol for security or even happiness. Your cousin, obviously, represents family. Crocodiles are likely representative of death or fear. It might also be indicative of a specific event that may have befallen someone close to you.
However, the real meat of what the dream means lies with what you were doing when your cousin was attacked and killed. Were you trying to help, but failed? Did you not bat an eyelash?
Anyways, yeah... We dream in symbols, not realistic memories or hypotheticals, or else we probably wouldn't have such crazy nightmares and fantasies. Everything means something else, and nothing is as it seems, unless it is, which is so rare that even that is techincally not what it seems, because in dreams we know that nothing is as it seems, so it is surreal to see something that is what it seems.
Uh...I think it's possible. It's like when you go to sleep with a question. Sometimes, we wake up with the answer. :)
I like Jung, too. The problem is that everyone interprets things based on their own experiences, so its always different.
maybe, i have read that the sub-conscious is a "place" for suppressed memories, though i think suppressed is a rather strong word, more like "not-needed" so my dream could be interpreted as things that i thought i didn't need, how this can tell someone things about me idk
And after doing a bit of "light" reading, I found this:
The book introduces Freud's theory of the unconscious with respect to dream interpretation. Dreams, in Freud's view, were all forms of "wish-fulfillment" — attempts by the unconscious to resolve a conflict of some sort, whether something recent or something from the recesses of the past (later in Beyond the Pleasure Principle, Freud would discuss dreams which did not appear to be wish-fulfillment). However, because the information in the unconscious is in an unruly and often disturbing form, a "censor" in the preconscious will not allow it to pass unaltered into the conscious. During dreams, the preconscious is more lax in this duty than in waking hours, but is still attentive: as such, the unconscious must distort and warp the meaning of its information to make it through the censorship. As such, images in dreams are often not what they appear to be, according to Freud, and need deeper interpretation if they are to inform on the structures of the unconscious.
Now that is interesting, so dreams are just thoughts that haven't been fully "processed," so the creator of the sub-conscious believes that dreams can interpret the sub-conscious. And after reading further and washing out my eyes (Apparently if you dream of going up and down ladders your gay lol) and I admit that your counselor was right, soz I can be stubborn;D Though, from reading the above extract i can tell such strange dreams are normal and might not really dictate who we are because of the fact that the pre-conscious just doesn't process the information properly,
Uh...Can we get back to dreams instead of the sub concence?
I had a dream last night that I was a wanderer, and I ended up in this grocery store. I guess I killed someone or something earlier, because the police had me in the back and were interrogating me. I was pretty fucked over it. I kept waking up and thinking I really killed someone, and falling back asleep right into the dream.
I dreamt I was trapped on a supermarket shelf.
I'm still confused about it. Lots of fat people glowering at me.
I dreamt I was only dreaming my life thus far, and woke up as a 12 year old with the experiences of an adult. It was terrifying.
@gracie
Maybe you were dreaming that you were a box of donuts? explains the fat people.
Grace, if you were a donut? Would you eat yourself? I would. I'd be delicious.
If you were a donut and ate yourself, would that make you a donut filled donut? Would that create some kind of paradox. or just make you twice as delicious?
Good Question! Maybe an inside out Donut?
Urge for immature joke overcome
I'd be a whole of a hole.
Well...
When I was very young (8-10), I had an odd dream.
QuoteI was running from a bunch of Barnies (suited-up). All over the 9th Ward of New Orleans, I ran down the dark and dirty streets that were previously soaked by water from perhaps two days before. And on every single street, there he was. Dancing his gay little dance while walking in my direction on the exact same sidewalk as me. Mocking me. Frightening me. And every time I ran past him I could feel his yellow-eyed glare and pause of motion. The kind of slowdown that only the one with the creeps could feel. If anyone else was there, they wouldn't have noticed a thing.
Everytime, my heart pounded my rib cage. Trying to save itself, but end me. Everytime, I thought he would grab me. I wish he did, for I was tired of running these long distances. These endless turns with no one on them to save me. "Just snatch me up and swallow me whole," I thought. But he didn't He wouldn't. He must've enjoyed it. Taunting me. Hunting me.
I had had enough. I saw another walking my way. All the while, I was running his. This time we were gonna clash head on. This could be it. The final moment. The last pain and the final gain. Death was there, waiting for me to take it. From the edge of a long barrel that I had not noticed before came a spark, a flare, and a loud rumpus that almost knocked me back. I had shot him. With a shotgun that I didn't even know I had. Was it there all along? Was I running like a soldier with the weapon clasped in my hands the whole time? It didn't matter. He was dead, and I was free.
He fell over onto someone's unfortunate lawn. All the while not making a sound. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to continue down the sidewalk. Just close enough for a latching. I'd give him what he wanted. That and a blast to the head. The end of my trials were near. I walked slowly towards him. Still on the sidewalk. Still with the gun clasped in my hands. Three steps were left. Until he would get me. Two steps. One step. Now. WAIT! The headgear was removed. When was this done? I was watching him the whole time. This is impossible. The shape of a man's head was visible through the dark sky. But there wasn't enough light to make out his face. I leaned in the get a better look. Then. Right then. I saw it. The street light that no one knew was there activated itself. His face was memorable. There was no forgetting it.
He was my father.
He had gone to prison when I was seven and came back last year in April. I'm seventeen. WTF?
the way I interpret it, is that you were believing that your father was supposed to be a figure that comforted you, but instead, you held a fear or resentment for him due to his perceived abandonment.
This caused anger to well up inside of you, combined with a desire for confrotation between you and your father.
however, i could be wrong...
Yet, you could be right.
Here's another. This dream occurred some time after Resident Evil 4 was released for the the PS2 (I only saw a review of it and the trailers). Also after I experienced hurricane Katrina. Yeah, I know.
QuoteWe were all going down stream on tires and floaties. It was a great joy. Until I saw what looked a log floating still horizontally. "Oh, crap! We're gonna hit it!", I yelled. But everyone disappeared. There was no one left but me and the log. Except, it no longer looked like a log. The closer I got the more distinguished and odd it appeared. My heart, throbbing with terror, was again trying to escape. But there was no use. We were both trapped.
I began to notice that the closer I got the harder the stream flowed. As if Gaia herself couldn't wait any longer. I instinctively leaned back on the tire bringing my feet closer to myself in a futile effort to get further from the object. In the last moment, I was less than two yards away. Suddenly, as if finally noticing me, it turned counterclockwise and opened its huge, monstrous mouth. Revealing an endless vacuum that sucked me in. Then, I woke up.
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