Nice Dreams

Okay, here’s another dream of mine, I suggest you all post your own.  This one’s about a year old, but I transcribed it on some note paper after waking up in order to preserve it, for no apparent reason.

I’m at a random high school, it’s modeled after my own but is new me. I buy some skittles and everyone around seems to know me in a sinister way.  Feeling uneasy, I go into the health office where I meet Chris E., a fat guy who is trying to escape and needs my help.  His legs are chained to a bed and I suggest we cut them off.  He doesn’t like this idea too much but before we know it this Nazi chick has the drop on us.  She has short blonde hair, about chin level, partly covering her icy blue eyes on the right side and she wears a sleek black uniform.  Chris is killed outright but I make my escape.  She's running on top of the office buildings blazing away at me with an Uzi while I slip through the quad area.  I bust through a door and suddenly find myself somewhere altogether new.  I’m exiting a large mansion with the Lakers, apparently they are my comrades in arms.  It’s around sunset, we’re walking on a beach next to a jungle, talking about our victory against the Nazis.  I’m specifically walking with Rick Fox and Kobe Bryant and conversation is subtly slipping into basketball/war metaphors.  When we talk about the preceding victory they even hint at winning the NBA championship with a wink.  Another strange thing, while talking on the beach everything is echoing like we are in the mountains.  When Kobe and I speak, our echo sounds exactly alike, he thinks this is very strange.  We enter the jungle and our voices echo normally. Not far into the bush we meet up with some more comrades of mine all dressed in fatigues. They're attempting to scale a thirty or so foot cliff using a fallen tree.  One of them explains how it should be done quietly in great detail.  As soon as he is finished, we are attacked by two evil Nazi teens in black uniforms standing on top of the cliff.  One of them has black hair and a pale, chiseled visage.  He mocks us and kills many of my comrades.  I throw a piece of cinderblock at him but miss because the thing is so damn heavy.  He retaliates by throwing a brick, but since I ran away as soon as I threw the cinderblock, there was no way he could tag me.  I block the remaining barrage of bricks by holding the first brick over my face.  This is when I come to the realization, quite dramatically, that I must kill to survive!  Now I’m entering another Mansion in a swamp (I assume I got past the teens and the cliff somehow, probably using the tree).  I enter a long hallway, like something out of Resident Evil, where I encounter a soldier that looks just like porn icon Ron Jeremy!  He reaches for his gun, and having learned my lesson of war back at the cliff, I grab him by the throat before he can shoot.  I watch him very closely the entire time, I see the desperate look on his face begin to fade, the depression in his eyes, until finally he lets out a sigh.  I choke him until I am I satisfied he is dead.  But he isn’t dead! In desperation I start strangling him again, though I’m not even holding his neck but the fat of his chin and face.  He looks at me like I’m a total moron and suddenly he turns into Danny DeVito.  He begins babbling on about movies, all the while we remain in our respective positions, me holding on to the lower part of his head.  He notices some shirt I’m wearing, it’s a promotional shirt for a movie. I don’t remember the full name but it had the word “Glitch” in the title.  He says it caused a scene to be cut from a movie because Richard Dryfus, or just “Dryfus” as he called him with contempt, wore it during the filming.  Suddenly, I have a flashback of the cliff scene from earlier, only now a young Richard Dryfus is standing in place of me wearing the shirt.  As DeVito speaks it cuts to another scene of Dryfus at a ball of sorts still wearing the shit, along with a tuxedo.  DeVito starts rambling bitterly about how stupid Dryfus and someone else (possibility the director) was for not noticing the shirt.  Then DeVito disappears and I’m strangling my dog, so I stopped. That’s the end, but here’s the weird part of it…Why weren’t ALL the scenes cut since Dryfus (I) had the shirt on the whole time? I mean, doesn't that seem a little off to you?

-Griffith

Wow... and I thought I had some crazy ones. Can I have some too? ;D

Anybody believes in taking control of their dreams?
Well, here's a dream I made about 10 years ago, along with its "remake" ^^;
I enter a kind of basement, where the corridors look just like in a kind of hospital, and get in a room where a strange doctor/dentist is greeting me (remember Uncle Heinrich, that nazi vet from Braindead? well, he looked just the same), and points to a "dentist chair" where I sit down. He lays a kind of chirurgical tissue on my face, and says he'll be right back. I can still hear him walking to a nearby room, and a few seconds later he's back and cuts my head off with a very cheesy ("schlink!") sound. That's when I wake up in terror.
Now here's the sequel. A couple of weeks later, I make the exact same dream, only when the nazi doc' walks away, I just think: "Wait a sec', I've seen that movie already, I know how it ends..." Then I take the tissue off my face, and see the man with a huge cleaver in his hand, heading for me. I just have the time to run the hell out of there, and escape onboard a submarine (don't ask me how, it's been over 10 years already, and even if I could remember more precisely, I guess there would be no relevance)

Speaking about recurrent ones, I often made dreams where I was having a hard time either simply running or reaching a place in time; I was always either physically blocked by something (water,swamp,...) or just running in slow motion. I heard its a pretty common dream among other people, but just forgot what it was meant to stand for.

Nice Dream is the title of a song by Radiohead which I love so much. 8)
I dream a looooooooot. Some of dreams even tell me what will happen to my friend, family or neighbors. scary?
and I become the main charaters which are in the movies or novels I enjoyed. I fall in love with a handsome movie star and murder somebody or get somebody out of the dungeon
However these are really strange dreams that I've ever got.
I met Walter, Olivier and Roberto999 in my three different dreams.

Several Months ago I met Olivier in my town fair.  He said he visited my country on business. he's in charge of an important event and looked way busy. Olivier and me had a talk for hours and he got back to his work.
He's blond and not very tall like his icon, Judeau!

A few months later, I came over to Walter's with some people, supposedly our board members. It was a very lovely day in spring. We went on a picnic to the mountain and Walter drove some kind of  RV car.
and we had a tea party on the top of the montain.
After that we said good bye and dispersed before dark.

and Roberto! I met him last night. but unfortunately I can't remember it quite well.  :-X All I can remember is I said to him "Bon Jorno"(correct the poor spellings)

they were really nice dreams to me. ;D

Uhmmm.... I don't remember any dreams I have.

Uhmmm.... I don't remember any dreams I have.

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lol!! Yeah same here!!

There are some dreams that are awesome and I try and remember but I can only recall bits and pieces, but not enough to make any sense. Maybe I should try and write it down when its semi-fresh in my memory.

I’m at a random high school, it’s modeled after my own but is new me. I buy some skittles and everyone around seems to know me in a sinister way.


<snip hischool traumas - admit it: you were molested in hi school by dykes ). >


 I bust through a door and suddenly find myself somewhere altogether new.  I’m exiting a large mansion with the Lakers, apparently they are my comrades in arms.  It’s around sunset, we’re walking on a beach next to a jungle, talking about our victory against the Nazis.  I’m specifically walking with Rick Fox and Kobe Bryant and conversation is subtly slipping into basketball/war metaphors.  

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Now this is where things get nasty. You watch too much basketball, and you have sexual dreams of the players.

When we talk about the preceding victory they even hint at winning the NBA championship with a wink.  Another strange thing, while talking on the beach blah blah some crazy shit
-Griffith

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Basically, in my false experience as a dreamgazer, I can tell you are insane. You play too much videogames and watch basketball at the same time, and you must be deranged. Aside that, you have ecellent posts round here, and we really love to read them. 8)

Aside my rambling, dreams are weird stuff, butI guess we shouldn't give them too much meaning. I believe all we dream is linked to something we recently experienced, mixed with out wishes and blah blah blah.
I guess real dreams are rare...The kind of dreams you wake up from and feel as if you've been on a journey.
Like the time I met Brandon Lee in a dream. He knows I'm his buddy btw, as I used to pray in front of his wallscroll every night for two year...EH? WHAT? WHat hospital?? get ya hands offa me..

WH is taken away by men in white suits

Then DeVito disappears and I’m strangling my dog, so I stopped. That’s the end, but here’s the weird part of it…Why weren’t ALL the scenes cut since Dryfus (I) had the shirt on the whole time? I mean, doesn't that seem a little off to you?

-Griffith

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It's interesting that of all the random things that happen in your wild incoherent dream, this is the part that you find fault with.  Maybe you finally realized that none of that made any sense, and that's why you woke up.   Another problem with your dream is that the Lakers suck.......I just hate them.  I have a hard time believing that Rick Fox would kill a single Nazi with the way he flopps and whines to the refs.

Ok.  This dream I had in about the sixth grade.  I made this poster for a school project.  It was in the shape of a giant hand.   For some reason it was dark at my school but it was a regular school day.  Because I couldn't fit the thing in my locker, I had to cary the cumbersome thing around with me all day.   It wouldn't have bothered me so much, but the thing literally had a mind of its own.  When somebody's back was turned it would poke him or find some other way of molesting that person.  It got me in a tremendous amount of trouble because it would constantly slap guys much larger than me and grab teachers' asses.  

I remember feeling horribly guilty throughout my dream because, although I couldn't directly control the hand's action (and I was extremely anoyed with it),  I had created it and was therefore ultimately responsible for its actions.   I could have destroyed it or simply abandoned it, but I refused to because I had spent so much time making it plus I had to turn it in for a grade.

Out of fear of retribution (and not knowing just what it was capable of), I ran and hid in a corner.   Then the American Gladiators crew found me and started to chase me.  One of them was in a giant hamster ball.  At about that time I woke up.