Insufferable Weird Dream Thread

[KBCraig]

Go to bed high-- dream about aliens abducting people who eat raw garlic.

Got to bed after a Benadryl and it's even weirder than that.

[dalebert]

I went back to bed and had even weirder dreams.  I dreamt Marlborough/Keene had a seismic event and there were deep pits and lava and crap like that.  Menno was running around trying to help people and I heard a lady scream her daughter was dead.

[Pat K]

I eat raw Garlic, I would like to see some aliens try and abduct me.

[dalebert]

I dreamed I committed some kind of crime with Puke.  We had some cool powers.  I think I was able to do a lot of things but I remember doing a lot of electrical things like stunning cops who were trying to capture me with shocks, either touching them or shooting lightning bolts out of my hands.  I don't remember the actual crime(s) but presumably they were victimless.  I think we were in a mall and at some point I realized I left my jacket which was bad both because it was cold out and because it was evidence.  Cops were mobbing us and we were stunning them left and right but we didn't hurt anyone.  At some point we were able to do it over.  I don't really understand why.  It might have been like going back in time and we were able to plan it better and not get caught the 2nd time.  We just mixed in with the crowd and no one suspected us.  For the life of me, I can't remember what we did that was illegal.  It definitely felt like the mobs of cops/swat teams was a supreme over-reaction though.

[Pat K]

The old electric Bacon dream.

[dalebert]

I was visiting a friend and he had just loaned me a sleeping bag and I was just about to go lay it on a spare bed and go to sleep when I decided to take another pee just to be on the safe side.  I was actually thinking how I hate those damned pee anxiety dreams I have where I can't find a place to pee that's both private and appropriate for peeing (as in like, not a house plant pot or something).

Their house was huge and had multiple bathrooms.  The first place I went, the mom could see me and I tried just repositioning myself but it was no use.  Then that bathroom was connected to another one and I went there and locked both doors (the one to the other bathroom and the hallway), only to discover the toilet was destroyed.  I went looking for other bathrooms and finally woke up.  I didn't feel any need to pee.  It was just pointless pee anxiety again for NO REASON WHATSOEVER!

[Pat K]

Urine trouble now, Dale.

[TackleTheWorld]

If you were trying to get on the safe side and if turned out you didn't have to be on the safe side, maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you are being excessively cautious.  Who was this sleeping bag friend?  Someone you recognize?

[Free libertarian]

Urine trouble now, Dale.

Good one Pat ! You're a real whizz at this stuff. 

[dalebert]

Last night was crazier.  I was Aquaman, apparently lying in bed really tired and possibly not feeling well and this friend came up and wanted me to turn into a snail because he needed snails in a play he was putting on.  Aquaman could turn into animals for some reason in the dream.  I told him I would use my animal telepathy to summon the snails in a small region and for him to just leave me alone because I was feeling poorly, and then I did.  I was kind of snickering to myself because I knew the place would prolly be crawling with thousands of snails and sure enough they were everywhere a little while later when I finally got up and went walking around.

In another dream, I was on a college campus and some huge bearded guy came up and grabbed me and some other person in a double bear hug and he was crushing my stomach.  He wouldn't stop.  It was like he was showing how strong and macho he was and testing my own machoness to endure it.  I was clenching my stomach muscles to keep my rib cage from fracturing or something.  Then I woke up and Mark was there and I was telling him about the dream and I was asking him why I would dream something like that because I didn't actually have any stomach pain or anything.  Then a while later, I ACTUALLY did wake up (was still dreaming as it turns out), and I was lying on my side in bed and wondering the same thing again.  Still no actual pain in my stomach but in the dream it was getting excruciating.

Later today, right after eating at Armadillo's with a bunch of friends, I really did get a brief stomach ache and Mark was there with us.  It passed before long though.

[dalebert]

I was a high school student in a TV series for one of my dreams where many of us had super powers but used them in totally selfish ways instead of to help people or fight crime.  It was a comedy.  In a later dream, I was actually a superhero.  I think I realized I was dreaming at that point.

All in all, I think I exhibited more dream powers than ever all in one night that I can recall--

Flying
Invisibility (that's a first, I think)
Telekinesis
Pyrokinesis (rare)
Cryokinesis (only the 2nd time I can recall, this time in the form of freezing breath, Superman-style)
Turning into air (another first) to seep through the cracks around a door.

If you're wondering if this means I watch to much Fantasy & SciFi media, well... I don't wanna think about that.

[dalebert]

Jay says this is me and I cannot argue with him.

[dalebert]

The pope was in town and everyone was being really worshipful and reverent.  For some reason, he was on a gigantic mattress, normal thickness but like 10 king-size beds wide.  Jim, Kat, and I think Russell but maybe it was Lauren, crawled onto the mattress, staying really low like they were trying to be super humble, but it was still kind of bold.  They were wearing dingy, thin, and very simple, long robes. Everyone assumed they were going to prostrate themselves before the pope.  But Jim stopped, turned around, and just kind of laid back propping himself up on his elbows while the other two started prostrated themselves before him and started being really reverent.  It was all a show meant to offend the crowd and make them think about how they were acting toward this crazy dood in the robe.  I remember thinking "Awe Hell.  Shit's about to hit the fan!"

[Silent_Bob]

The pope was in town and everyone was being really worshipful and reverent.  For some reason, he was on a gigantic mattress, normal thickness but like 10 king-size beds wide.  Jim, Kat, and I think Russell but maybe it was Lauren, crawled onto the mattress, staying really low like they were trying to be super humble, but it was still kind of bold.  They were wearing dingy, thin, and very simple, long robes. Everyone assumed they were going to prostrate themselves before the pope.  But Jim stopped, turned around, and just kind of laid back propping himself up on his elbows while the other two started prostrated themselves before him and started being really reverent.  It was all a show meant to offend the crowd and make them think about how they were acting toward this crazy dood in the robe.  I remember thinking "Awe Hell.  Shit's about to hit the fan!"

Sounds like oxygen deprivation. Try sleeping with a window open.

[dalebert]

Last night, I dreamt I resurrected someone.  There was an enraged shooter and he shot someone in the head.  I knew it was a dream so I just told him to rise and he got back up.  I remember worrying he'd be all zombie-ish with half his head gone or something, but he seemed okay.  Just a little bloody and confused.

Then the shooter pointed at me and it wasn't a gun (anymore?).  Now it was a bazooka.  He fired a grenade at me and I caught it in both hands, kind of Superman-style.  Then I walked over to him and asked him why he was so angry.  I knew he was in my head since this was a dream so he was part of me.  I said "Don't be angry anymore" and the anger faded from his face and he seemed calm and remorseful.

I seem to recall a brief moment, maybe right after he tried to shoot me, where I pondered stopping him violently, but it just seemed so unnecessary since I clearly had the situation under control.  Even the dead could be restored  to life so there was no harm done.