Tell us about a crazy dream you had...

I once dreamed of the end of your world. It was glorious.

If you hate our fucked up planet so much ,why not call the mother ship and go back to yours^^^

I just awoke (nap time) from one and I hardly ever dream. A friend, in a panic, brought two bodies to the plantation. Something about a big fight. One was a mutual friend, the other some other guy. Our friend looked pale, no pulse, eyes wide open and bulging, shocked look on his face, and his mouth was open with a swollen purple tongue bulging out, like he’d been strangled. The other guy’s face and hands were beaten, bloody and beaten and his neck looked broken. So we buried them out back. But not very deep.

A day later, my friend comes to me and says that he saw the dirt shift above our friend’s grave. We checked the grave. No movement. We stood there for awhile. I told him that that was impossible, that there was no way our friend was still alive. I checked both bodies carefully when he brought them in and they were both dead as doornails. I told him to forget it, that it was his imagination, and not worry about it.

A couple of days later, I’m out gardening and, from the corner of my eye, I see movement over our friend’s grave. A hand emerges from the grave and starts to frantically claw dirt aside. I get over there right away and help dig the poor fucker out. He’s lying there all dirty, freaked and struggling to get whatever it is in his mouth out. He pulls out this three foot long purple eel-like thing, then gasps desparately for air. I’m trying to calm him down and reach for my phone. There’s a movie showing on my phone and no matter what I do, I can’t get the home screen up to make a 911 call. Now, I’m freaking out. I can’t get this fucking phone to work.

While I’m working on the phone, the guy gets up, brushes himself off and starts to walk around in a kind of daze. I yell at him to lie back down and relax while I get an ambulance, but he won’t listen. Finally, I get 911. The operator appears on the screen. She’s really laid back. I describe to her what has happened and she thinks it’s a joke. I see her turn around and say something to the operators behind her and and they all laugh. Finally she aggrees to send an ambulance out.

In the meantime, our dead friend goes in and takes a shower, comes out and starts dancing around and laughing in the sunlight like Zorba the Greek. I’m telling him that he’s in shock and he needs to lay down until the ambulance gets there. Finally the ambulance arrives, they put him on a gurney and take him away.

Then I woke up.

That dream had my full attention right from “So we buried him out back”.

EC, even your dreams are amazing! LOL!

Most of my dreams are crazy. It’s a matter of which one I should pick.

The most recent dream has me as a passenger of a futurist cruise spaceship. I was with several people. Some of them were my friends and one was someone I really hate. There was an unknown issue with the ship. It was only announced once before the ship shut down altogether save for the dark red light. It soon turned out that there was a zombie outbreak from nowhere and people were infected by space zombie virus. The virus was highly infectious and it could travel in the air. I was suddenly infected and became a zombie. While I was zombified a flashback suddenly appeared detailing about the horrible things the hateful someone did to me. I felt the urge to eat her alive. A friend found me in my zombie state and tried to fight with me. Then I woke up.

Amazing. Years ago I read an interview with Gene Roddenberry. He said he had that EXACT SAME DREAM (except that he didn’t mention anyone who he ‘really hated’ in his).

Anyway, snowberry, would it be OK to ask, in general, what region of the country you live?

We travel a lot, and might consider taking an alternate route (a guy’s first responsibility is to protect his family, as I’m sure you’ll understand…..)

I never have interesting dreams like that, mine are mostly beyond mundane. Like a dream I had where I had a dent of unknown origin in my new car, or a rusted hole in my outdoor smoker. And a really weird dream, where I introduced my old H.S. girlfriend to a group of strangers as my wife (despite having not seen her or heard from her in over 40 years). Go figure.

Mostly my dreams are ordinary, or just vacation getaway type, or very short. The short ones only last a few seconds, but sometimes they are the most powerful, like the cliff hanger moments in a drama. I might dream I get out of a cab, and look up to see a man looking at me, expressionless. I will feel a color wheel of strong emotions, and wake up confused and excited.
Once, during my teens, I dreamed I was at a mall with my mom. She was harping at me as usual. I couldm’t just enjoy an outing together. She wasn’t just ranting about me. This clerk was stupid, that one was slow, etc.
Finally I’d had enough. I turned to jer and screamed, “SHUT UUUUUUUUUP!”
Some sort of shock wave rose up from my fury and out my mouth, and melted her face. Gloop, she became a floor puddle. I ran out of the mall, hands over my mouth.
I didn’t speak a word to my mom for two days.

@Espiritus_Corvus LOL wow, some nap, must be the Malaria, it’s eating holes in your brain. haha I especially liked the 4 foot long purple Eeel that came out of zombie pals mouth.

I too don’t dream much, or, more likely, don’t remember them.
The weirdest dream I ever had I blew my nose and a giant Scorpion came out. It was very disturbing. Creeped me out for a few days.

It was a WTF was THAT all about anyway dream. Usually you can piece together the symbolism in a dream but this one was just without rhyme or reason. Maybe the Scorpion was symbolic of my ex husband and purging myself of his venom. haha

@PullMyFinger I think you have me confused with someone else. But if you don’t want to explore Texas, there are plenty of other places to visit.

Well, sounds to me like you were dropping acid and listening to their Yellow Submarine album last night!

@Dutchess_III Haha my thoughts as well, or, flashback to the 60’s or 70’s. lol

Too many to mention.

Ugh… When I was like 20, I dreamt that a cop with sunglasses, and a black mustache, kicked my door in,stabbed me in the side, and held me down while sowing my hand to my face…

Then he just left back out of the same door.

Then I started cursing and walking around looking for something to cut my hand off my face. The whole time, I was more angry than scared.

But I woke up before I got to get my revenge…

Holy shit…..that was ME !!...... I was the cop in that dream !!

I know it doesn’t count for much now, but I am terribly sorry.
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(So, anyway…...how’s your face these days, all things considered…..??)

^Apologies accepted. It was just a dream…