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Okay. So. Fullgore was like YO MAN MAKE A DREAM THREAD and I was like nooooo you. but whatever. Here it is.
The point is.. here's a thread so people can post their dreams, or analyze other peoples:)

Here was my dream last night:

I exist in absolute nothingness, no form, no matter, no light, no dark... nothing. Oddly, it is of no concern to me.

Out of this nothingness, suddenly there is a small blue faerie and she's floating on a sea shell in the vast void. She tells me she is an angel, and her name is Jesus. The only thing that comes to my head is to ask her.. "How many are you?" to which she replies, "Four." before fading out into the lack of being once again.

That was the whole dream, and it was crisp and clear and surprisingly vivid. Quite peculiar.

What do you guys think it means? and what have you been dreaming?:)

I think it means the comic nerd in you wants to worship the Fantastic Four

Last night an old weather beaten fisherman in a blue boiler suit told me that Gerard Way used to be 4th Dimensional.

(in my dream!)

Think I spent way too long in Shetland!

Last night me and 3 three other hu-mans battled Ziltoid but his telekinetic powers were too much for us.

He gave us some time to prepare our defenses (our base was my home for some reason. Quite odd when you think that the fate of earth was at stake
) We hu-mans paniced and run around my house like idiots crashing to walls all the time. When I found my out that Ziltoid had murdered my master we had to surrender.
Oh and the Zilt laughed hysterically all the time.

Try to beat that

twas a nightmare. an absurdly immense and massive tidal wave kind of killed me.

it happens way too often.

I never remember my dreams, and had my last nightmare about 10 years ago

Hughie wrote:Here was my dream last night:

I exist in absolute nothingness, no form, no matter, no light, no dark... nothing. Oddly, it is of no concern to me.

Out of this nothingness, suddenly there is a small blue faerie and she's floating on a sea shell in the vast void. She tells me she is an angel, and her name is Jesus. The only thing that comes to my head is to ask her.. "How many are you?" to which she replies, "Four." before fading out into the lack of being once again.

That was the whole dream, and it was crisp and clear and surprisingly vivid. Quite peculiar.

What do you guys think it means? and what have you been dreaming?:)

Sounds a bit like this video posted in the youtube thread some time ago:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ak3z2Pm7Iwg

They asked the angel what his name was and he replies "satan" and in the end he tells something about "nothingness, no form, no matter, no light" and this kind of stuff.

And what what i've been dreaming:
One recent dream explained me something I've always wanted to know.
I was at a set of a sitcom but I wasn't really there in person, I just saw the camera man and heard some people from the crew talking.
There was a funny scene and the people from the crew couldn't hold their laughter. They had to reshoot the scene several times but there was always someone laughing. So they finally decided to keep these sounds in the show. Later they added some laughter that it sounds like it was intentional.
Thats why you always here these people laughing in sitcoms.
or maybe not...

i just dremt that everytime i checked my bank balance it changed... i usually have fucking bizarre dreams that one was quite tame

i wrote this tale once, based on a dream i had. Basically i just typed down the "first person perspective" of it in a more textual manner. But i also decided to keep the overall confuse feeling of shit happening and making no sense that you have on a dream. If you can read and picture it visually, you'll know what i mean. All the misdirections and confronting statements are there on purpose.

It's huge, feel free not to read.

Finally, my body decides to let me wake up. Couldn't stop thinking that my mind was too awake to let my body sleep on the previous night, as always, so i ended up going to bed at 4 am. I wonder what time is it, looks rainy outside. Sit up, grab my cell phone and look at the time: 7:48 pm. Whoa, my body was REALLY tired this time. Weird thing is, it doesn't look that dark outside.
I get up to take a look outside the window, and there's this HUGE storm there. Mammoth sized, wind blowing the trees and everything. The cars are getting dragged by the wind, the asphalt is coming out of the ground, and apparently a bus just got STRETCHED while dragged. Now that's too much freak factor for me, I'm gonna try to find someone else around the house.
As I walk by the middle room of the apartment I see my mom, wearing this weird-coloured raincoat, standing on her computer's chair, facing away from me. Not the usual position to find my MOM most of the times, so I kinda froze there. She says with this guttural, scratchy voice

"You're not a good son."

I don't think I ever got so paralysed in my whole life. But I only got scared shitless when she slowly started to turn her head, looked up, and instead of her, there was this eerie, dark figure, with sharp canines growing out of it's mouth. She gets down from the chair instantly, as if she didn't have to move, and started heading towards me. I ran to the kitchen, grab the biggest knife I could find, and lift it up the air waiting for her to show up....... she's this normal looking fat lady, wearing a robe. I know it's her, for some reason, I KNOW that is the same person as before, but it feels strange. I've never seen her before, and still, she's a familiar face, like I've known her my whole life. It's my MOM, of course i knew her my whole life... I just wonder why she looks so disturbed.

I head back to my room, the mattress is on the floor where the bed should be, everything as it should. The only different thing I can notice is this fat, black, male corpse, cut in half, laying right next to me as I sit on the mattress. Mom keeps talking and talking, but her speech sounds more and more confused every second pass. And all of the sudden, I realise that the fat guy is actually dead! It crosses my mind that it might be deceiving me... it's going to move any second now. And I was right. He starts to move as if I couldn't see it. I move away a bit and scream at him, so he would get surprised at the yell and move in a way I could see for sure if he was faking to be completely dead or not. As I scream again, he turns his head at me, and opens his eyes, revealing these white, yellow-shaded eye globes with no iris.

Mom is still talking as she walks around the house.

I begin to stand up, but my leg touches something. I look down to see what it was... it's the guy's head! It's grown enormously! Like a fucking CONEHEAD or something! I scream and jump on my feet, but for some reason it seems normal enough to me. I leave it as it is and go ask my mom about the storm. I mention it, and she tells me the truth and I go back to my room. There's the black dude, who is my dad, with these two immense mouths, filled with sharp razor teeth, one on his belly and one right under his fat neck. There i am, laying on the bed, staring at that and trying to figure out what exactly is happening, and I realise something is REALLY wrong with my mom. She keeps talking and talking, and she's making no sense AT ALL this time.


"That's why you do that, you never get what you want because of that. You're not getting anywhere with your life."

I can see her going up to the bathroom's mirror, taking her robe off and staring at herself. I just KNOW in my guts she's turning too. I must do something. She's crazed, won't let me leave. I have to stop this epidemic, or whatever it is. She starts heading to my room, with her robe open, and i can already see the big mouths starting to form on the places dad has them. I ask her "How long?", she says "very little" with a hand gesture. And acts as it's nothing wrong.... I have to kill her. Or get as far away from her as I can. She's crazed. I decide to leave even in the hard storm to find help to contain the infection.

As i walk to the kitchen, she's gulping gallons and gallons of.... kerosene! Probably it's some kind of unconscious attempt to halt the transformation. Kill whatever is inside her. But still, she acts like nothing is wrong. She pours all the kerosene from the can on her mouth, with most of it dripping on her face and clothes. She's more and more confused, I tell her to stay here because I'm going out to find help and she starts babbling even more nervously, in a scream like fashion

"See? SEE?! That's why i say it! Your coke soda deal, that deal you like I don't know the name of it, that weird thing you like! See? Never gonna work! Not ever!"


I run to my room to find my clothes and she comes after me, babbling more and more, screaming, grunting, everything. I take my clothes to the living room, so I can run out of the door if I have to. I start getting dressed. My head starts to think faster and faster, and I realise what could be going on. I tell her "Mom, we're facing a reality shift of some sort. Everything moving from dimension to dimension, that's why the bus and everything else was stretching outside". For some reason, I can be sure of EVERYTHING that is going on, like i knew it right before it happened. It is completely illogical, but it feels completely right. Makes no sense at all. I get my pants on, then walk out of my room, as if I weren't on the living room at any time. The faster my head spins, the blurrier things get. I can feel my own smell, and I can feel I'm getting confused too. I start losing my priority sense.

"Should i take a shower?..........no you idiot! You have more important things to do! Run!"

I start putting my pants on, but they're on the wrong side. As i start to get them right and try to put them again, i realise i already have those pants on, and they disappear from my hands. Mom is weirder and weirder, screaming, I'm confused, it's gonna be in no time. As I rush to the door and touch the handle...


.... it all fades away.

Wow, that was messed up indeed. (Yeah I read all of it )

That was pretty deep

I dream often, and most of the times I can remember my dreams.
And if I wake up in the middle of a interesting dream,
I can continue it from where it stopped
That, my friends, is awesome

Sometimes that happens when I'm seeing a nightmare and
wake up soaking and scared.
That is not so awesome.

I usually dream crazy dreams, hard to explain even in finnish

i can't be bothered writing my whole dream needless to say it ended with my whole family sleeping in a friends kitchen

I always have totally weird dreams,
Most of them start off with a totally normal thing like taking a shower or watching tv or something..and then everything gets messed up and unreal. In most of the dreams im being hunted down by someone or something and me and my family have to hide in another house but it always finds us..and there are super strange elements in the dreams like flying sharks and talking animals. Or when im just walking down the street and the next moment im standing on the top of a building with people behind me trying to push me down and stuff like that.
I have no idea what any of it means but usually my dreams are like that with some different situations in it. when i wake up im usually like : dude, what the hell was that all about

The last dream I remember having was one where me and a group of friends wake up in what looks like a delapidated hospital. Old equipment everywhere, everywhere was just filthy, dripping water, really run down.

Anyway, basically we all start looking around and there's this really weird music playing, no idea where it is coming from, every so often I can hear screams.

Looking in the different rooms I can see skeletons and various body parts strewn about.

Just them I hear a scream but not one like those I've heard before. I start running through various corridors searching for the source of the screams until I come upon one room with an operating table, within it is one of my friends hanging from the ceiling by his entrails.

After promptly throwing up and having my remaining friends arrive at various points and also throwing up, we decide it would be best to arm ourselves with whatever we can find until we find a way out.

To cut a long story short each one of my friends is killed in a gruesome fashion until I'm the only one left.

The dream ended with me running looking for an exit until coming to a dead end and turning around.

Thats when I woke up

I quite liked that dream.

You guys have some crazy violent dreams! Monster mouths and crazy corpses!