What's the strangest dream you've ever had?

[EllieTalbot]

Not the happiest, creepiest or most depressing- just the weirdest. I usually don't remember my dreams, but the ones I do recall are real odd ducks.

Some people are of the opinion that it's just the result of synapses firing randomly in the brain as we slumber; others think they have deeper, symbolic meanings. Either way, they're fun.

The strangest one I ever had took place just over a year ago. I recall it more clearly than any other, so this might get detailed. Hope you've got a little reading time.

I was on a big cruise ship for the first half, and this is the half I don't remember well. Just a vague, sunny impression of being out and about on the decks, occasionally meeting up with my brother and some of our friends.

Then the ship crashes into a harbor at my hometown (which in reality is a landlocked Rocky Mountain berg, pop. 80,000).

Fast forward through a foggy remembrance of getting off the ship completely unharmed and very calm, to coming out of a local tavern with my brother. We've been having a great time, are in high spirits. Our friends have left, and we're about to get into our respective vehicles to drive home.

We look up the snowy street to where my brother's blue truck is parked, but it's not there. It's being driven away by some thief!

Instantly we scramble for my car and give chase. There's something really important in the truck- it's not the vehicle itself we're afraid of losing, but something inside it. The thief isn't speeding away or trying to lose us, just driving on his way, but he has a good head start and it's frustratingly hard to catch up. My hometown isn't exactly bad driving terrain, but it's snowing, slushy and icy, and it's Christmastime, so everyone's out.

Finally, we're on an uphill stretch that leads to a busy intersection of town. We're in the far right lane, about seven cars behind the truck, which is in the left lane and about to turn. The left-turn light turns green, the truck starts to turn, and I leap out of my car, running up the hill to see where the truck is headed.

It's tough going with all the slush and, strangely, people have started to get out of their vehicles and stare at something up ahead.

I get up to the top of the intersection, and don't see the truck anywhere on the road. I ask a man who is standing there if he saw a blue truck that had just turned left.

Without looking at me, he points to the sky and says excitedly,

"That UFO's got it!"

I look where he's pointing and where everyone else is staring, and sure enough, up ahead, floating over the Home Depot, is my brother's truck. It's dangling by its grill from what appears to be a short string of green Christmas lights, which is, in turn, attached to.... nothing. Something unseen is attached to those lights. But it's a spaceship, we all know. It's just an invisible spaceship.

Very slowly, the truck is rising up and away. Undeterred by the spaceship that has seized my brother's truck, I start to run after it, but I only make it across the intersection before freezing in my tracks- the UFO, as if having seen me in pursuit, starts to zip towards me, the truck swinging back towards me incredibly fast. It looks like it's going to slam right into me. I cringe and turn away, only to feel a sudden blast of hot air hit me. I stand up and look, and there's no truck, no spaceship... just the ashen remains of the string of lights at my feet, which blow away quickly in the last of the heated wind.

I turn around, stunned, to see my brother and the rest of the people in the intersection, all looking just as amazed.

I'm not sure if that's when I woke up or if that's simply all I can recall... but there ya have it!

I love to hear about other people's wackiest night visions.
Anyone care to share?

Dreaming in Dakar,
Ellie

 

[marksgirl]

I would have to say the strangest one I ever had was when I lived in Germany and I dreamed that a tornado was chasing my mother and I around and we kept getting away and finally I woke up in a sweat. I called my mother who lives in Texas and holy shit a tornado had hit her house that night.

 

[Stormfang]

My dreams aren't particularly strange... more often they are disturbing.

From my journal:

As always, I dream of dying.

It's the same one I had just about a year ago... I stand in the middle of a vast, gray landscape. Bleak mountains straight ahead, and swirling stormclouds above. From nowhere appears a tall god, dressed in chain mail and helm... at first I think he must be Odin. But then I realize it is my patron, Tyr. He stares down at me, the sword held in his left hand... and he thrusts it into my chest...

It doesn't hurt. Pain is a random thing for me now... and this time I feel nothing but the pain of knowing my god is displeased with me... what have I done? What have I not done?

 

[EllieTalbot]

I would have to say the strangest one I ever had was when I lived in Germany and I dreamed that a tornado was chasing my mother and I around and we kept getting away and finally I woke up in a sweat. I called my mother who lives in Texas and holy shit a tornado had hit her house that night.

(shiver)
My spine is tingling from that one.
That's incredible.
Glad your Mom made it out of the twister unharmed.
I'm glad that I don't have precognitive (?) dreams like that. Every time I had a nightmare I'd be calling up the inhabitants of my dreams. It wouldn't be long before everyone would be convinced I was a real nutjob.

Not that they don't already think that

But daaaaang, marksgirl! I wonder if that feels like a curse or a blessing?

Aghast in Afghanistan,
Ellie

 

[EllieTalbot]

My dreams aren't particularly strange... more often they are disturbing.

From my journal:

As always, I dream of dying.

It's the same one I had just about a year ago... I stand in the middle of a vast, gray landscape. Bleak mountains straight ahead, and swirling stormclouds above. From nowhere appears a tall god, dressed in chain mail and helm... at first I think he must be Odin. But then I realize it is my patron, Tyr. He stares down at me, the sword held in his left hand... and he thrusts it into my chest...

It doesn't hurt. Pain is a random thing for me now... and this time I feel nothing but the pain of knowing my god is displeased with me... what have I done? What have I not done?

*perk*
You and my brother would get along really well.
Despite the disturbing nature, it's a wonderfully dramatic, stark vision. Always dreaming of dying must be mentally exhausting, though.

Pensive in Pensacola,
Ellie

 

[Richard49]

Sleep and I are not friends
because of dreams

I suffer from PTSD
and often dream about VN

at other times I dream that
something has happened in the world and most of the people
are flesh eaters (sometimes they are vampires)
andI am with the few real humans that are left
at the end of these dreams I am the last
and they have me

Once in one of these dreams I was hiding in the basement
of a Baptist church .... with Jerry Farwells daughter

I could not figure out which was scarier

 

[Stormfang]

Sleep and I are not friends
because of dreams

I suffer from PTSD
and often dream about VN

at other times I dream that
something has happened in the world and most of the people
are flesh eaters (sometimes they are vampires)
andI am with the few real humans that are left
at the end of these dreams I am the last
and they have me

Once in one of these dreams I was hiding in the basement
of a Baptist church .... with Jerry Farwells daughter

I could not figure out which was scarier

I've had those kinds of dreams as well.... running for my life from everything else...

Those can be the worse. Especially since they always end badly.

 

[marksgirl]

[BBut daaaaang, marksgirl! I wonder if that feels like a curse or a blessing? [/B]

It can be both at times, this is not the only time I've had these kinds of dreams. Sometimes they are down right spooky.

 

[Blindinthedark]

My strangest dream was one about an out of body experience.

Dream started out as a normal (for me) 3rd person view where I was walking around a house I’d been to before (long story that). At any rate I was walking around following the owner as she was showing off her house.

Suddenly the ground started to shake, plates were falling out of cabinets and all the lights were flashing on and off like someone was playing with the dimmer switch. To clarify these lights went ultra bright (like 1000 W) to almost nothing.

As all this was going on the woman I was following turned around, looked me straight in the eyes and said “It’s time to begin”. At that point I felt like I was dragged into the dream (cool tracers lines and everything) and when I next looked around I was IN the room.

I could feel the ground shaking. I could feel the energy in the room. It freaked the hell out of me and I popped straight up out of bed covered in a layer of sweat.

The hairs on the back of my neck still stand up every time I think of this dream. You have to understand that I don’t usually remember my dreams so this was extra strange.

 

[JazzManJim]

This is a recurring dream of mine. Every time I have it, it's exactly the same (which is odd considering I have a good track record for knowing when I'm in a dream and being able to change some of the details)

I'm in fairly hilly terrain, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. I'm wearing a harness of some sort, similar to a shoulder harness, except that it supports something heavy on my back. After a moment of walking toward this mountain in the distance to which I feel compelled to travel, I begin to hear a low growling sound from copses of trees on either side of me. From those copses come large alligators walking on their hind legs (similar to the ones in "Fantasia", but meaner, green, and with very large teeth. They roar and charge toward me. I reach around for what I'm carrying on my back, believing it to be a gun (and I always believe that it is a gun, no matter how many times I have the dream).

As I draw the item from the sling on my back, I find it's a large hand-and-a-half sword, well worn and sharpened to a fine edge. From then on, it's a running battle, me and my sword against dozens of the giant alligators. I fight on the run, making my best speed toward the mountain, where I know lies safety. Eventually, I fight my way to a hillock where the gators have to approach uphill. They keep coming, and I slay them in great heaps. After what seems like an hour or more all the gators are dead and my arms feel like lead. I sheath the sword and turn back toward the mountain. Strangely, though my arms are very weary, I fel fresh and renewed. I make off down the hill, toward the mountain at a light jog, whistling "Birdland".

 

[curious2c]

For strange as in obtusely strange...just the other night...I was a camp (I work on an island so while at work we stay in a camp)

I dreamed that I was having dinner with Pierre Trudeau. (Former P.M. of Canada) at a resteraunt where everyone wore white. I of course was wearing black. All the patrons of the eating establishment were watching some tv show where the characters all wore similar white clothes.

Mr. Trudeau offered me a deal that involved money and members of the opposite sex. Got strange after that. heh heh

Dinner with a dead guy, and out of dress code as far as one could get.

 

[SlipperyKitten]

I can't totally remember this dream but it was definitely the weirdest because it starred a pink cat that was pink because it swallowed a string of christmas lights and the plug was lodged in its brain so that the lights would light up lol

 

[Stormfang]

I can't totally remember this dream but it was definitely the weirdest because it starred a pink cat that was pink because it swallowed a string of christmas lights and the plug was lodged in its brain so that the lights would light up lol

Wow... that's um... a pink pussy? LOL

 

[curious2c]

I can't totally remember this dream but it was definitely the weirdest because it starred a pink cat that was pink because it swallowed a string of christmas lights and the plug was lodged in its brain so that the lights would light up lol

SHOCKING


heh heh pretty colorful too.

 

[crappie master]

One summer night while still in my teens I dreamed there was a little goat in my room. I reached over to pet it,and stuck my finger in the old oscillating fan that was next to the bed, but in my dream state I thought that the goat bit me!

 

[Zaudika]

I've had tons of weird dreams, but off the top of my head... probably the one where Marilyn Manson climbed in the basement window of the house I lived in as a little kid and we fucked. Strange because of Manson,.. strange because of being in that house again.

 

[Johnny Mayberry]

I once dreamed of a future life on Mars, a future job as a robotics engineer, and a future love named Gwen...I experienced about 7 years in a single night, and have felt some small loss ever since. Often, on my way to bed, I wonder if I will find the door back to that place.

 

[RobDownSouth]

Alright maybe somebody can figure out the symbolism in this one:

I dreamed I rescued Prince Charles' girlfriend Camilla Parker Bowles' pet Rottweiler (!!!!) from drowning. He, in turn, interceded on my behalf to have his mother, the Queen of England invest me as a Knight of the British Empire.

There was a great deal of outrage over that, and I was forced to leave Great Britain. Unemployed, I used my notoriety to get a job as a ringmaster for Ringling Brothers circus. This worked out very well for me until a horrible accident with the circus knife throwers cut off my right hand. Ringling Brothers fired me because it wasn't in their best image to have a handicapped ringmaster.

This, in turn, caused an uproar among disabled people in the US. People in wheelchairs started deliberately trying to run over people in their wheelchairs, etc. Cindy Crawford showed up at my door, offering to push my wheelchair in a protest march down 5th Avenue in New York City...She looked perplexed when I told her my missing hand didn't mean I needed a wheelchair.

Then things got REALLY bizzare.....

 

[MercyMia]

the majority of my remembered dreams seem to be prescient in some critical way. it makes me wonder about the dreams i *don't* remember, if perhaps there is something too frightening to deal with or too deep for me to understand at the moment. i thus forget them because...perhaps i just can't handle them.

okay, one dream...

the setup:
my bf at the time was supposed to come over on saturday afternoon. he lived far away from me and had no phone.

the dream:
my sister and i were waiting on a train platform. we saw my bf on the opposite platform, waiting for a train going in the opposite direction. i shouted across the tracks to ask what time i should expect him on saturday. he ignored me. i called across to him again. he ignored me. the people around him were looking at me and then him, waiting for him to answer. my sister helped me shout across to him again, and he gave me a pained look and held up his hand with 4 fingers raised. so, okay, 4 o'clock. but then he said, no, wait, i'm not going to make it on saturday.
then trains started pulling in and i couldn't see him anymore.
end of dream.

what happened later was he *didn't* come over that saturday. he didn't call either. (he could have walked a couple blocks to a pay phone or gone next door to his neighbors.) he didn't call or write or visit for the longest time. i found out later that he'd had four girlfriends going at the same time (4 fingers?) and was having money problems trying to juggle all of us!

 

[Mona Lisa]

I had this dream... maybe 6th grade...?

In the dream I wake up in my room in the middle of the night and hear people in the living room. So I get up in my flannel night gown with the little purple flowers (which I was in fact sleeping in that night) and walk to the living room. There I find the room filled with strangers in funeral clothes standing around with drinks, eating chease and crackers and veggies and whatnot. A casket was sitting in the front window, so I sort of casually wander over to see if maybe it will give me some clue as to what is going on. I look inside, and I completely do not recognize the person in the casket. It's just a generic person. So I ask the stranger standing next to me who died, and they look at me and say, "Oh, you did."

I couldn't very well go back to bed knowing that my own wake was going on in the living room, so I did what any sensible dead person would do. I had cheese and crackers.

 

[Draco]

The scene:

The Somme, World War 1, an english soldier lays dying on the battlefield, leaking lifeblood from horrendous gunshot wounds. As his life slowly ebbs away, a nurse with a lamp strides purposely over the wartorn fields towards him. As he utters his last dying breath, she crests the final hill and sees his torn body. She races to him, kneels at his side, and cradles him, knowing too well that she was too late, and he has passed on.The nurse cries as she holds his lifeless body, cursing herself for being too late. She swears a vow to be faster next time.

The very odd thing is, this dream occured for two nights in a row, and on the third night, the nurse reached the soldier before he died, and managed to save his life.

Now, I know the soldier is me, and I know who the nurse is. Its just the reality of the dream that shocks me. Its almost like you can taste the gunpowder in the air, and smell the odour of death around you. I had this dream almost 3 years ago...on three consectutive nights....each night revealing just a little more of the picture. On the final night, the night where the nurse arrives on-time and saves the soldiers life, I made contact with someone on ICQ (through a random chat), this person has remained loyal, faithful and loving to this very day, through thick and thin.

Is it all a coincidenece...or something deeper.....?

 

[Richard49]

I've had those kinds of dreams as well.... running for my life from everything else...

Those can be the worse. Especially since they always end badly.

yes
you understand