What kind of crazy dreams have you had?

It’s not really crazy,just strange that I would be in a men’s bathroom draping my hair over the head of a bald man to show him what he’d look like in a wig.

ACTUALLY I just had a dream night before last that I was driving down the street on a cookie sheet (actually it was more like a cooling rack for cookies after you bake them), I was super paranoid because my cookie sheets tags were expired! Oh yea and I was driving to my new job selling fresh fruit on the second story of the haunted mansion in Disneyland. You guys may find it perfectly normal to drive around cookie sheets with expired tags, but I find it somewhat odd.

@JustJessica Hahahahahaha, FANTASTIC.

My most recent crazy dream involved me MAKING OUT with Charlie Sheen. His breathe tasted like stale cigarettes and his face was stubbly. He kept trying to coerce me to come home with him, but I kindly refused. Ughhh, it was gross!

Fingering Pamela Anderson. No idea why. Not a fan.

@Vunessuh That’s funny, I had the same dream! Except that she was also fingering you back.

All of them.

Here’s a few from another dreaming thread.

I was exploring an abandoned house and as I entered each room, a video would play with narration that would explain the history and use of the room.

The attic was filled with jars of spiders and other bugs that had been preserved, and there were taxidermy heads everywhere. In a side room from the attic was an old fashioned soda fountain and a heavy, carved ebony statue of a little girl sitting on a throne. There were huge metal fans on the ceiling too that looked very old fashion. The narrator explained that the owner of the house had the statue made to immortalize his dead little girl.

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The dream was like a movie in that I wasn’t actually present in the events, but watching them unfold from certain “camera angles.”

The “camera” panned across an open field and began to focus on an abandoned baseball diamond as dark clouds formed overhead. A lone black man who was very old and had a very weathered face sat on the bleachers staring off into space. As the camera slowly focused and zoomed in on the black man’s face, an unseen narrator began to speak:

“Everyone can feel it, but most can’t even describe it…
but for some, it’s like they are staring into the
universe…

…And the universe is staring right back
into them.”

With that, it began to rain. The camera flashed to raindrops hitting the pavement. Each splash of rain was a little ghostly looking face and the pavement was made out of staring eyes.

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Another dream I remember that was very bizarre… I usually remember every detail of my dreams. This one, like the one about the baseball diamond, had a sort of narration (in the form of a song) in it that I was able to jot down upon waking. Freaking sweet. Forgive the weird formatting, I copied and pasted it from one of my notes on facebook.

I dreamed that I was climbing a massive red clay mountain that was covered in tall pines. At the very top of the mountain was

a large box filled with newspapers that a middle-aged man was sifting through. He read stories from the newspapers about

another man who was supposed to be a sort of spiritual guru who was famous for his good works and his philosophy (he never

said the man’s name). After a while, an ancient Asian man came stumbling out of the woods crying. He had to be at least 150 years old as he

was withered and had a long white beard and big, bushy white eyebrows. I knew instantly that he was the man from the newspapers.

He stood before the middle-aged man and I, still with tears in his eyes. The middle-aged man pulled a violin out of a case

and started to play a slow, yet upbeat song. With that, the Ancient Man began to sing:

In God’s perfect garden

It doesn’t matter if you die young

My age is just a shield against

the Devil’s rusted plow

A callous hand to show you

If you die old like me

Then be like the mountain

Not like the bombs

Or waves

And let them climb and reach

Upon you

And you will cradle them

In your valleys

While he sang, I climbed to the very peak of the mountain where the soil was loose and red. I stood on the very top

and watched the sun rise over a huge and expansive evergreen and pine forest, casting a brilliant orange glow

across the treetops while the Ancient Man’s song echoed over them.

I slid down back to where the men were, and the middle aged man had snuggled up with his violin and gone to sleep.

The Ancient Man was lying as well, dead, on a mat made from the newspapers about him. His lips still moved to the

tune of the song, and I sang it myself in my head.

I wrapped him up the newspapers, and wrote his song on the front of his makeshift funeral wrappings, and I carried him

to a cave and laid him down on a pile of rocks. I stepped back out into the sun….

….and then I woke up.

I had a dream once where I befriended a goblin I met under a streetlamp, and he was in trouble because he didn’t have his quota for the month.. I don’t remember much after that.. Damn, I gotta start keeping record of my dreams, though a lot of mine are mostly emotion based with little actually happening..

I’ll just pick a random dream. I’ve collected all my weirdest dreams in my head, and like to tell them sometimes. So here’s one, with my dad in it. Any dream I have with my dad after his death seems extremely bizarre to me, since he’s gone. But this one has other reasons to be weird.

So in the dream, dad and I were at this weird monorail station thing. Except it was pretty much abandoned. There was nobody there. It was bright and sunny out, debris were all over the place. The monorails were all busted up and fucked, just about falling off their rail and all rusty. But we needed to get somewhere, and this was the only lead we had. (I don’t remember where we needed to go) There was a payphone, and my dad used it, and phoned like, customer service or something. He had been given instructions. After crossing some underground sections and checking out different parts of the station, we found a working monorail operated by an Asian man, and he took us to our destination.
We ended up in this huge, run down apartment building…smack dab in the middle of some forest. The bright day was forever present, and it seemed to be early fall, although most leaves had fallen or were just yellow.
So we go in there, it’s all messed up, old and abandoned. Then we get in this room with a bunch of people in it. But Christ, all these people were sick as dogs. (they acted very normal though, and did not seem aware of their alarming condition) They were covered with dirty bandages and patches and stitches, adorned with dried up blood, infections and nasty looking scabs. Nothing was fresh on them though, it’s like they were bandaged up for years with the same medical gear. The scabs looked ANCIENT, like they just didn’t heal up. Disturbing thing was, there were many children.
Everyone acted like we weren’t there. So my dad and I sit against the wall and start talking. Something about the past, like anecdotes when I was little. The he interrupts me, and points ahead with his finger. I look in that direction, and one of the people from the building was standing in front of me, but his right side was facing me. I look up, and he slowly turns his head and ’‘looks’’ at me.
Thing is, he didn’t even have a face. No eyes, no mouth, no nothing, it was just this infected looking glob of flesh of a head. But I knew he could ’‘see’’ me. I started hyperventilating in the dream and woke up.

I think about the dream a lot because it seems to have a theme, ruin and stagnation. :/ I guess it’s easy, were I to seek a meaning, to relate it to myself and like, unresolved issues. Not about my dad passing away though, I dealt with that. It’s just that in the dream it didn’t seem like some unresolved issue thing, or anything about my own current situation not moving on, or living in the past or whatever it might seem to hint at. It just felt completely random and wtf.

Kinda reminds me of this other dream I had where this Chinese guy who looked like Bolo Yeung operated on my stomach and totally messed up. But that will be for another time haha.

I often dream as if I am at some beautiful place like Narnia and I am the princess of that wonderful place. I have everything there and I even know magic. Wonderful music is being played there..sometimes I feel that’s heaven..sometimes I feel its Narnia..but whichever place its that..its so magical and I want to see that dream again and again.

…Last night in my vodka-induced slumber, I dreamed I was a colonial space marine from the movie Aliens and I was ordered to escort a flying busload of civilians to a disco on a war-ravaged planet that kind of looked like all of the scenes from Black Hawk Down playing at once. The flying bus was taking a lot of fire from some ruins, but we landed safely outside the disco and I led everyone in. The disco itself was made up of four different rooms arranged in a square and each one had different colored lights. As the party went on, the proprietors started releasing nerve gas into the disco. I had my space marine helmet, so I put it on and I was trying to rescue people but most of them were dying and the doors were all locked. I still had my pulse rifle, so I used the grenade launcher to blow a hole in one of the walls and all of these enemy troops came surging in, so I started shooting them. The gas cleared and a bunch of dancers had survived and a voice came over an intercom saying they survived the test because they were genetically superior. I took off my helmet and one of the girls started making out with me and her friend asked her if she’ll “still think [I’m] so hot when she wakes up.” Then I woke up.