Author Topic: Well.. I had a pretty morbid dream. :D  (Read 2088 times)

I wish I could remember dreams.
You had a dream in a dream? Scary. Inception was enough food for that train of thought.

I dreamed that I woke up in my bed, only everybody in my house is watching TV. I ask one of them to explain what they're watching, as it is just static, but the callously ignore me. Frustrated, I walk into the kitchen and start using the cutting knives to saw at my fingers. I could see in full detail my hand being cut open. I then walked back into the living room and started screaming at everybody. They looked at me mad, as the room started shaking and they started having what looked like seizures. I put my hands over my head (as my right hand was bleeding all over my face), and I started stating random gibberish as the walls started to bleed and my family was melting.

This went on for what felt like sixteen minutes, then it cut to me sitting in my bedroom, buck naked, looking at the covered windows. They were covered in medical bandages, stained blue in some areas. A headless body missing it's lower torso drags itself across the floor and pulls the bandages off. The walls have stitches in them keeping the window in the wall, and I am looking outside, and I see many, many trees. They transitioned into a bunch  of hanged people on fleshy poles, and I suddenly am back in my living room, only my whole body is covered in ants and the ceiling is dripping with oil.

I then awoke, severely afraid of looking outside.



totally not as cinematic as mine.

i also remember another dream


I was walking into an experimental animal testing facility, it looked like the lobby of a hotel. Then the tour guide took me farther back, then he led me to a gallery of experimental animals, it showed mutated animals sitting on platforms in glass rooms.

Then I went back some more into the elevator shaft, which was inhabited by wall crawling and flying animals with ventilation shafts going every which-way. Then the floor started rumbling briefly, And all of a sudden it looked like a giant muscley arm snaked through the ventilation shaft. A spider-bird was on the wall and got snatched up by the giant muscley snake-crocodile hybrid, all of a sudden, the giant snail shat out some kind of yellow stuff which expands slowly in a putty like form and substance. As it was crawling up the wall back to its room, me and the tour guide were struggling for dear life because the putty stuff it shat out was cutting off our air supply and getting all over the place. As I felt my ribs being crushed, I woke up.

I was like: HOLY stuff THAT DREAM IS loving AMAZING

I had a really weird dream that i was a stick man and this other stick man was trying to kill me with a minigun. Then for some reason I was on the 'Arcade prehacks' website and i managed to hack invincibility and all guns possible and infinite ammo then i go up to the guy with the minigun and blow his head of with a laser rifle. Dream ends

Conclusion: Weird guy with a gun dies, and a cheat webite saves my @$$

From another dream thread
Oh god. I had a weird one about 6 years back, like when I was 8 (I think?). I remember it to this day.

I woke up on a sidewalk. the sky was dark red... I started running to one of my friends houses, and when I got there, his dad kicked down the door and ran off with a rifle and the rest of his family. I started running again, but then this huge, red, muscular humanoid thing burst out of the sidewalk. I ran past it, and out of a shadow, a blue skinny humanoid thing jumped out and hissed at me. I ran past that, and found a bike. I got on it, and started riding out to a street. There will cars on the street, and one hit my bike. I went flying over it, and legsfirst into another car. At the moment I hit the car, I woke up with my bed wet. :(

Most of my other dreams were about me being on some high up place, falling off, and dying. But they stopped when I was 11-ish.


I had one were I was pulling drywall out my bedroom to extend it into the other room, and I pulled a piece of wall off and behind it was a mutilated child hanging by steel wire.


I had one were I was pulling drywall out my bedroom to extend it into the other room, and I pulled a piece of wall off and behind it was a mutilated child hanging by steel wire.

I want a comedy of that.

I had one were I was pulling drywall out my bedroom to extend it into the other room, and I pulled a piece of wall off and behind it was a mutilated child hanging by steel wire.
Don't you see?
It's a metaphor.

The wall represents your inability to change, and you tearing it down is a symbol of change.

The child is your old self, and the wire is your happiness.