What's the most interesting dream you've ever had?

I have chronic nightmares.
So every night is pretty interesting..

But in 7th through about 9th grade, I had the same dream a few times.
Big Bird was being chased around a field by a sheep with an AK-47.
It ended a bloody mess.. But it’s probably one of my strangest.

We’ll this one time…... wait just forgot, dang dreams. I always have good ones then I forget them.

@rangerr I find I have nightmares more often than dreams that I actually enjoy. Leaves me in a bad mood.

@naivete Yeah, it pissed me off until I realized that it had been 3 months and I hadn’t had a non-nightmare dream.. I’d love to have a nice dream.

@naivete Well I think one of my craziest dreams was back in 5th grade and I had this really weird dream where my classmates were parachuting off a giant hill at my school. The strangest thing though was that the “paracutes” were actually people. So basically in my dream we threw people up into the air and then when they were falling toward us we grabbed their bellies and took off…weird I know. But it just got even stranger. My teachers and friends would get into arguments about who was their partner and sometimes their partner would float away while the other was arguing about something. Overall it was a very strange dream; especially my partner for parachuting. It just seems really weird that I was flying around my town while grabbing some guys belly to keep myself up in the air, especially since there wasn’t any wires or ropes to hold me to him so I could possibly have fallen to my death in the dream; even though I didn’t thankfully.

@rangerr So would I. I’ve tried thinking about nice things before I sleep (or whatever else is supposed to help you have nice dreams) but nothing works. lol

@Ailia You were flying? I’ve always wondered what that feels like in a dream. I’ve heard it’s awesome..

The overall most interesting would probably be the one I had when I was seven. I dreamt I was in hell fighting demons.

A more recent one is a dream from a couple nights ago. I was making out with a beautiful woman. I was trying to join her in bed, but I kept getting called away by someone or something.

@naivete I’m not totally sure how to go about nicer dreams. Oh well. I’m a fan of horror movies, so it’s all good.

@naivete Yeah but it wasn’t really much of a sensation, nothing spectacular actually. I wish it had been, but in the dream it was all about the sensation of “parachuting” as weird as that sounds. The most spectacular part about the dream is when we almost crashed into a bridge. That was kind of fun.

That I was up in “heaven” and that my Mom was an angel holding me (I had just passed away). I’ll never forget it.

@jmah Really? That is an interesting dream. The only dream I’ve ever had, that I remember, along those lines, is when my brother died in my dream. And what was really strange about this dream is that when I woke up I had totally acccepted that my brother was dead. I also felt that I was going to move on with my life. Which was weird because nothing really happened, he never actually died. It was very weird I must say.

I dreamed that while mountain biking down a steep trail with my friend Kirsten, I tumbled over the handlebars and into a pool where Jeff Goldblum was swimming, whereupon he created a paperclip sculpture of a bicycle for me.

@jmah How did you know you had passed away besides being in heaven…
How did you know it was heaven?

@syz, were you able to catch a glimpse of his private facilities?

@jmah Ha! No, but I do remember his swim trunks.

It’s not just one dream. I had dreams about my great grandfather for a straight week and they were the most realistic I have ever had.

I had a dream recently that I drove my ‘84 Honda Accord into the ocean. On accident. Then I remember being out of the car and wanting it back, and I could still see it in the ocean, but every time it came back to shore on a wave some guy on the shore pushed it back out into the ocean. Eventually it flipped over and sank to the bottom, so I was really mad. I went out into the ocean in a little dingy to try to find it but I was naked and everybody on my highschool rowing team was there laughing at me so I was ashamed. I didn’t find my car but I did find my boyfriend’s Geo Metro which he totalled back in May. Also, I killed a pasture of cows somehow doing all this.

Not long after I had this dream, my car broke down.

A couple days ago I had a dream that I was pregnant. Since my dreams apparently have the psychic ability to tell the future I didn’t want to take any chances so I made my boyfriend falcon-punch me in the stomach a few times, just to be sure.

Oh wow, WAY TOO many to mention!! However, one that I will never forget is when my grandmother, who passed away in 1996, came to me one night in my dream about 9 months ago. I’d never had a dream about her, really. It was so real. She was standing in front of me beaming, looking to be in her mid-thirties. She asked me how I was doing and if I needed anything. I hugged her tight, and I remember not feeling that solid feeling of a body, just a near empty existence. She then sat me down at a table near a sliding-glass window at sunset, and wanted to know how I was and if I had everything I needed. This was so different from any other dream because it made sense and wasn’t totally random like 98% of the other dreams I’ve had. It was special. I’m thankful for this. :)
@jmah – Love your Peanuts Lucy Halloween pic! :)

@holden That was amazing.

@jmah Hey, my facilities are private for a reason!

@jeffgoldblumsprivatefacilities! Hee!

The strangest dream that I’ve ever had was when I was about 7 years old. I dreamed that I was in a city surrounded with sky scrapers. It was pretty blacked out all around except for the area I was standing in which was in full light with people surrounding me. I was standing next to the road, on a red carpet when a limo pulled up. The window at the back rolled down so I walked up and they grabbed me by my shirt a pulled me close. It was Slappy (a ventriloquist dummy off of goosebumps) and when he had me face to face he said “I’ve got you now.” I woke up and puked all over the floor. Craziest dream ever.

My most interesting dream was myself as a kid explaining to someone (myself) how flying was similar to the way energy works within all of us and the universe. At this point in my life, I started researching physics (atoms & matter), metaphysics, quantum physics, with spirituality/religion. I believe I was trying to connect my religion with the universe and how it was all connected. I kept running to the end of the hall in a big room and said, “energy is like this”...I would fly fast through the room to the other end and as I flew down the window shutters slammed shut then when I reached the very end of the room the final doors at the end closed from the force of the wind. I would run back to the beginning of the room and say, “energy is like this.” I kept flying to the end of the room and going back and doing it again and again. It felt so real. I can’t wait to fly outside the room!

@chicadelplaya aw, and I just changed it.

Alright, here’s one that I haven’t thought about in a while:

I was in a giant hotel of some sort. I walked in the entrance and looked off to the right and saw 100-foot tall glass windows that formed one entire wall of the hotel. There was some kind of rocky river on a hill flowing next to the hotel and the rocks were very close to the window and the the water was splashing completely against the window. It was like looking into a giant aquarium. I remember wondering what would happen if the glass broke.

Later, I saw a thing in the center of the hotel called “The Incinerator”. Apparently it was a thing that burned all kinds of garbage like plastic so that it wouldn’t go into a landfill. Instead the heat from it was used as a heater for the hotel. There was a switchboard where you could change what material was being burned. I switched it and saw different colored smoke outside and a different smell fill the room depending on what I switched it to. I remember thinking that it seemed dangerous.

I then saw Rory (this was before he was my boyfriend) walk in with his family and I wanted to go find him. I went on the elevator up to the second floor and I found myself in a confusing corridor will all kinds of doors and I wasn’t able to find him. I kept looking, though and I opened one door and I caught a movie being filmed there. I ran through the dark corridors becoming more freaked out as I couldn’t find my way out of there. There was graffiti on the walls saying “NOT THERE” and “NOT NOW”. At that point I was desperate to get out of there and I started running down a huge staircase of like 200 stairs until I tripped on one of the last steps and fell down. On impact I woke up.

Someone analyze it for me, please!

@holden

I’m a guy and I had a dream I was pregnant once.

When I was a little boy…I must have been 6 years old because I remember it was the day before my birthday in October 13, 1972…I had a dream about being on a plane with a bunch of grown-ups who wore strange uniforms and had a white football. (Later I found out that these were Australian Rules football or perhaps Rugby uniforms) Nobody on the plane spoke French (my native language) or English. They probably spoke Spanish, but it wasn’t the Spanish that I had ever heard before. However, they hand motions and ordered me about as if I had the job of a team manager of some sort. When I didn’t follow their orders, they became very frustrated with me and relegated me to a window seat in by the emergency door at the back. I was crying in the dream because I couldn’t tell them that I was on the wrong plane.
Looking out the window I saw mountains taller than I had ever seen. I had seen Mt. Blanc in real life, so I remembered thinking (in the dream) that the mountains I was looking at were even bigger…and they seemed too close for comfort.
In the dream, at that very moment, we flew into clouds and the plane experienced severe turbulence. I can still feel the sudden drop that the plane in the dream. Then the plane hit something and everything flew around the cabin, including suitcases and some of the men who hadn’t been buckled in. The men were screaming and some of them were actually flying around close to my face towards the tail of the plane as the plane scraped violently into what I knew instinctively was the mountainside.
When the plane stopped I was in one piece, but the plane was not. It had broken in two very close to where I was seated. The air from outside smelled like fuel and was so cold that it took my breath away. I knew I was bleeding from the chest. Somehow I hadn’t even felt the piece of metal sticking through my midsection. I remember feeling the warmth of the blood and knowing that I was going to die, but that I was glad that at least I could warm my hands in my own blood.
After I died, I watched the survivors from an unattached position (as if I were directing a film). They did horrible things to survive until help arrived…like eating my lifeless body and the bodies of the others, including the captain, who had died in the crash! The last thing I remember before waking up was screaming at them. I was trying to tell them not to cut me up because I was still alive, but they couldn’t hear me. When I realized that I was a spirit, separate from my body, I woke up, drenched in a cold sweat.

I have an ex boyfriend who was very abusive. Shortly after the breakup I began having these nightmares that I was constantly looking for him and was never able to find him. One of the dreams I can always remember is the one where he called me and just as he was about to tell me where he was, the phone went dead and I wasn’t able to find him ever again after that. It gave me a very anxious feeling (in my dream). I think this dream might have been my own interpretation of what our relationship was like. I was always searching for the person I THOUGHT he was. But deep down I knew he wasn’t the good guy I so badly wanted him to be.

I had a great one where I met a guy. The guy told me that I was dreaming. We spent some time having nice conversation and watching a sports game. Then when I was about to wake up he told me so and I did. That is the short version but it was amazing. Surreal.

A few years ago I had a dream where I had an older sister that looked like me. I do have an older sister in real life but she doesn’t look like me and she’s 8 years older than me. In this dream, this other sister was only a couple years older than me and I still had my oldest sister. When I told my mom about this, she got a little teary eyed because my mom actually did get pregnant a couple years before I was born but she had a miscarriage. This was very awkward because I didn’t know about this until after I had this dream.

@davidk That was REALLY well written! Jesus! (That was a blessing, not a curse!) Did you ever figure that one out??? I mean, I can get glimpse of the helplessness of of six year old who has the problem figured out but the “grown ups” won’t listen…wow. BTW, did you happen to see the movie Alive around that time ( http://www.movieprop.com/tvandmovie/reviews/alive.htm ) which happened around that time, which brought the the Donner Pass Party (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donner_party) back to life during that same time?

I’ve had a lot of memorable dreams but one that stays with me to this day:
My mother, me (the oldest of three kids) and my two little sisters were in a cabin in the deep wilderness deep, deep in the swampy woods. Dad was no where around. We were alone and unprotected. My sisters were in bed with my Mom, under a quilt, while I had my “own” room across the hal. The bed my Mom and sisters were in was directly under a window (as was where my really real bed was at the time—which, come to think of it, I moved not long after ) Then, in my dream…I heard a “scritch, scritch!” noise coming from their room and I got up to investigate….and suddenly it was like I was an observer outside of my own body….like, I saw myself standing in the door way of my Mom’s/Sister’s bedroom so that instead of being me standing in the door way I was on the outside looking in on me and them….And watching me, watching my mom and my sisters, the noise suddenly went from a “scritch scritch” noise on the screen into a sudden violent ripping sound of the screen being ripped, and this….hand, this….claw, hand with ungodly fingernail-like thick claws came RIPPING and TEARING through the screen right above the bed and I SAW this thick, hairy hand/claw coming through the window towards one of the girls, and I suddenly was neither an observer inside or outside, but back in my own bed jerking bolt upright at a scream…....and although I was bolting upright in bed as out of a deep sleep, I knew it was a scream from my youngest sister (how did I know it was from her??) that….I guess I hope to God I never hear the likes of again. That scream still echos in my head….I will never, ever forget that scream, and….that was 35 years ago, my Mom and Dad divorced not long after I had that dream. They both died in this decade, my youngest sister (youngest at 47) is a Hermit in California, the other isn’t speaking to me over bullshit materialistic issues…...so, sometimes it all means something.

@David But, I can trace a lot of the graphics of the dream back to seeing the movie, The Legend of Boogie Creek. But I think that just provided the soundtrack, not so much the plot.

So, uh, you seen the movie ALIVE recently??

I always dream of flying! Not with wings, but like I jump into the air and then just fly kinda like Superman, but w/out the speed! I also dream quite a bit about being chased by unknown, faceless entities. Sometimes the two dreams intertwine!

I always always always have dreams about being back in highschool. so strange

My dreams tend to come true- so nightmares are espescially terrifying for me.

Just a generally weird dream I have (I’ve had it about ten times) is that I’m living in a house with other families, post-apocolypse. We’re doing mundane things like arguing about the state of the kitchen, who’s going to go out and gather more combustables.

The weird thing is that the house is always the same. Whenever I start the dream I think ‘Oh, I’m back here again’. It’s an old victorian house with the first floor stairs chopped out. Oh and there are ghosts in the house.

@gemiwing Ghosts and a dirty kitchen? The horror….the horror.

I like having nightmares. They’re more interesting than other dreams.

Well, there’s the ones where I can walk up into the air (on invisible steps) and then do a bit of flying. I have some control of where I fly, but the closer I get to where I want to go, the less control I have—often falling out of the air.

The other one is the disgusting one. I might be at camp or the swimming pool or anywhere public and I have to go to the bathroom. The bathroom floor is always covered in water, and the toilets are all clogged. Perhaps worse, the girls seem to also use the bathroom, so when I’m standing at a urinal, I always get self conscious and embarrassed. Icky, icky, icky!

Lately though, I haven’t been remembering my dreams. I might be having these dreams, but I am blissfully unaware of it.

@ShanEnri I fly too…but there are certain things I need to go through to get there. First, it helps if I start from a high place, like a roof or something. If I start on the ground I have to flap my arms really hard, like pumping them up. The higher I get off the ground, the easier it is. I flew into outerspace once! Visited the moon and planets and stuff! (II was lucid dreaming, BTW) It was WAY cool!

@daloon Um, can you just, walk up the steps? Or is there some ritual you need to go through to do it? Just curious.

@Val123 Pretty much. I think there’s some switch in my mind—about belief. I am required to believe I can float in air in order to do it. It can happen sort of unconsciously. Rarely does it happen on purpose. Usually it happens before I catch on that I’m dreaming. If I catch on that I’m dreaming, it’s about fifty/fifty that I’ll fall out of the sky or take control of where I go.

@daloon Very interesting, as I have to have a certain amount of belief in some of the things I want to do before I can do them….like walking through walls and stuff (I got stuck half way through the ceiling once because I lost my faith! Ug! ”. Plus I have to do “certain things” before I can fly, kind of like a ritual. That seems pretty common.

@Val123 I remember trying to walk through a wall once, and I believe I woke up when I was halfway through. In any case, it didn’t work out that time. I can’t remember for sure if I was successful another time. I have a vague recollection of floating through a house, kind of ghostlike. But I’m not sure if that happened, or I’m just making it up.

@Val123 I have to have flat ground because I need a running start and then I just jump into the air!

@ShanEnri I’ll try that next time! BTW, we’re gonna start a “pretty eye” fad! :)

Yeah it works for me every time! I like eyes, they are the windows to the real you!

(That’s why I keep mine closed all the time!)

the strangest dream i have had is a reoccurring dream that i absolutely hate, it starts with me in a train station and theres just no one in the dream but me, and i can feel in the dream the urge to want to wake up, but it just feels like i cant, so i just walk along the train tracks, and walk and walk, until my alarm wakes me up, its probably the worst dream i have, i thankfully don’t ever have nightmares, and hope that stays the same, and as for your question for why you fall of cliffs constantly in your dreams, i have no clue, its probably just a memory that you think of before you go to bed, or hope you dont dream about sometime before you fall asleep, and therefor you dream about it, i get that a lot, especially the thing where you hope not to dream about the certain thing, its just strange, and i don’t think anyone will ever be able to explain why it really happens.