Weird Dreams Thread

[Felix Falora]

If this doesn't belong in the Vent Station, feel free to move it. I put it in here because I'm probably going to vent on a few of the things that were part of this dream. However, in the long run, the dream didn't piss me off so much as make me go "wtf?!" and literally say it out as wtf and not what the fuck. You're probably trying to figure out what this means, so I'll stop tormenting you with it and just tell you the dream.

So it starts out with Momiji blowing mecha up... No, I'm not making this up. In the first few seconds of the dream, I somehow got Fruits Basket turned into a sci-fi series and broke Momiji's canon to the point where I should've immediately turned him into Hunny right then and there. At least Hunny can kick ass when he needs to; Momiji's kinda just there to be cute, but give wise advice when needed at the discretion of the plot. But then, not only did I change the genre of Fruits Basket, but I somehow crossed it over to real life as my friend's voice, Hollie, is heard on the intercom, telling him to come back to headquarters... ok, whatever, I'll bite.

Then cut back to Higgins. For starters, I'll fire whoever the cameraman of my dreams happens to be. My brain? FIRED! *immediately turns dumb* Duuuuuuur! *psychically rehires it* Ok fine, but did it really have to be a sudden jerkish jump cut? And secondly, why would I ever want to go back to that hellhole? I'm sure the teachers that made it bearable due to their epicness are now gone; Mr. Schultz, my English teacher, was a definite one to retire from there and he was the most epic teacher I ever had (even beyond my Art Teacher, Mr. Eccles, who was also epic), so there's no reason I'd want my dreams to consciously take place there.

Also, total genre shift into a romance as it turns out Momiji and I are dating. For starters, let's have some consistancy, dream. Secondly, am I really that mentally unsound, having a strange unknown infatuation with a fictional character? I don't even get pissed off when people attack him, unlike, say, the people who get pissed off when people dare to call Edward Cullen bland. So am I unknowingly in love with him or something? Maybe I'm questioning this dream too much. Finally, to those of you who might be thinking this is an anology to my polygamist mindset and the possibility of cheating on Michael due to it... he knows I'm a polygamist, I made sure to tell him, and he thinks he might be one too. So no, I doubt this is my mind trying to make me feel guilty. And speaking of Mike, he and Kyo are dating in this dream. This is just personally unacceptable. How did my subconscious fuck up so badly? There is no chemisty whatsoever; I'll be blunty honest and say that Michael needs somebody who has a high quantity of patience, the patience that Kyo obviously does not possess. Shigure would've been a far better choice and even then that's highly stretching it >.< And Hollie is dating Yuki. WHY, brain, just why?! Did it ever occur to you that I might not want to see Hollie with another guy since I kinda like her? I mean I'll be accepting of it; I am not overtly clingy and creepy to the point of shooting someone (at least I hope I'm not so on a subconscious level at this point) over my own jealousy, but does that mean I want to dream of it? Hell no. I'm just glad it wasn't Akito.

Also, I'm black. I don't know why I'm black, but I am. At first I thought it was a different character and I figured whatever, but then said black guy is sitting next to Michael and Hollie, talking the same way I would, has my interests, and Michael constantly refers to him as Mike. Now we all know I'm not racist, but I am perfectly content with the way I am now consciously, so is my subconscious trying to tell me that I am actually not content and that, somewhere deep in my psyche, I want to be black? It's either that or my mind is just fucking with me. I don't want to be a nigger, I'm fine being a cracker/honkie, thank you very much =P I'm also fine with my heritage as a potato farmer (Irish), snobbish croissant eater (French), and total Nazi (German) as well... let the bullets fly. *shot for the usage of racist words and poor racial steretypes, even in a humerous context* ANYWAY...!

Beyond all of this, the dream seems normal enough. When he's not kicking ass, Momiji sticks to canon well enough. Kyo's canon is broken, of course, because Michael is the way he is in real life and Kyo's canon has to be broken to make it work. I see Yuki and Hollie as the one couple that could realistically work to a certain point... and it'd probably be because Hollie's not the type to bullshit around like Tohru; she'd kick Akito's ass and be done with it. So we're all getting along rather well. Doesn't seem weird enough yet? Well another mangled jump cut later, we're at some newspaper articles. Yes, I hit the part where I apparantly had to READ what was going on in my dream... simply amazing.

Since we were part of this anti-mecha military force, and I don't blame Mugen for that being part of my dream at all, really, no sarcasm intended *shot for the possibility*, we're pretty famous, so the papparazi tends to try and mess with us. Hollie and Yuki are doing fine. Michael had a breakup with Kyo, probably sticking to Kyo's canon lack of patience, and ended up getting together with some rock musician, which shamefully enough I can see happening. However, I get the biggest drama. Well I guess it's my dream, so I can whore out as much as I want, right? But I'm not the one doing the whoring as for some reason the papparazi have discovered that Momiji, out of all things he can be, is a... zoophile, forcing him to come out of his doggie-filled closet.

... ... ... Really? Are you fucking kidding me? For starters, why even introduce us as epic, kickass, mecha-destroying soldiers if this was gonna be the main drama? Second, what the fuck is up with my psyche and weird paraphilias? One of my English teacher's, Mr. Schultz's, favorite short stories during my writing hours, involved the psychological inlook of a pedophiliac student who hated what he was and was seeking some sort of salvation, which he only found in death. The title of the story was even called Salvation of a Monster. I won a short story contest with it; might have to enter it in some Internet contests if I ever find them. I also got positive feedback from non-art teachers. My Fine Arts teacher thought it was great, my former Chemistry teacher liked it, and my French teacher thought it was also well-written and said that I could go somewhere with it if I tried hard enough. He also said give him a call if I wanted to ever translate it to French =w= Also, if this peaks anyone's interest, e-mail me and I'll send it to you. I think I showed it off here once, but I might not've. I was told to delete all copies of it that I could, however, because it'd make it harder to publish if I went for publishing. I'm always looking for constructive criticism. But back onto topic, the most important question of all, is WHY?! I could never see Momiji getting a stiffy to animals, ever, even with the whole Sohma curse turning them into animals everytime they get weak or are hugged by a member of the opposite sex... which must've made it really awkward for Hollie and Yuki behind the scenes, but that wasn't important enough, oh no =P

And I, upon finding out, shunned him for it and tried to cast him out of my life. Ok, if one of my favorite characters ever came to life and wanted to date me, I'd probably date them unless they turned out to be Complete Monsters. Yes, that means Lucien Lachance and Kefka Palazzo are off the list. Lelouch Lamperouge and Alucard too, especially Alucard. I don't consider Zoophilia something that would make someone a complete monster; probably the only two fetishes I would have a major problem with are, of course, Necrophilia and Pedophilia, and then there's all sorts of treatments for that. Then, of course, there's that. I don't consider Zoophilia a big deal. I've seen Necrophilia; whether it was a horrible, horrible hallucination and my mind fucking with me like my parents say it was or not, I've already mentioned that at eight-years-old, I'm pretty sure I saw a guy fucking a corpse. I was too scared to report him to the police and I just ran away from him. Nowadays, if I saw that go on, I'm pretty sure I'd kick his ass, but I was a cowardly, selfish douchebag back then, so... fuck my life. As for Zoophilia, I guess I might have Mugen's self-confessed (you did confess it if you don't remember and read this, my friend) outlook on it if not a minor version of keep it away from me. Don't hurt the animals and it's ok. I do think animals have a bit of sentience to them, more sentience then we humans think they have, so I don't think they totally don't have the outlook to consent. It's just that they have no morality and thus it is kinda taking advantage of them... Fuck it, I'm not going into that much detail! 0.0

Either way, Momiji apparantly liked doggie ass and I was totally against that. Don't ask me why, I was also going "WTF?!" to this dream as well. Momiji was still kicking ass, but he was upset that I didn't love him anymore. I left the army apparantly to go make a new life for myself with my family back in... Mother Africa. I can't believe I, even if it was my dream self, would think about going to Africa. No offense to the people that live there, but I'd rather not; it might be a nice looking place, but from what I've heard about its laws, government, citizens, etc., I think I'll stay in the USA, thank you very much. Either way, it was just weird. I was getting confronted by my friends about it and it was bugging me. The only way this dream could've salvaged itsself is if I did get back together with Momiji and got over my close-mindedness. Even then, though, this would've been a strange dream. But I would've preferred that to what really happened.

All of this weirdness turned out to be a fucking story that Unnamed Unknown Probably-Made-Up friend wrote for me some time ago. Yeah, all of this drama was just the equivalent of a good majority of the movie North. It turns out I was just reliving the book as my friend handed me a remake. Apparantly I was unsatisfied with the stupidity of the book, only I said it was the sad ending apparantly in the dream, and thus he rewrote it to make it happier... and then I woke up.

Really? My psyche sunk that low to the point where it was a dream within a dream? Why?! And then why would I have made anyone rewrite their original idea?! I might've given them the suggestion, but I wouldn't have made them rewrite it! And in this story's case, I would've told him to scrap the idea and remake it anew. But this story is my own dream and it utterly mindfucked me. I know that dreams are subconscious and usually can't be controlled, but holy shit this was a bad one. You remember how people say that Stephanie Meyer got her inspiration to write the Twilight series from a dream? Well if this was my brain coming up with a fanfiction, then this is one fanfiction that's never leaving the developing board. EVER!

So yeah, this is the thread where you can put your weird dreams if you even remember them. I think dreams are supposed to be hard to remember. Wish I didn't remember this canon-destroying tragedy. And can anyone reading this answer this question? Did I look too far into this dream concerning the psychological aspects of it or not far enough? Is there something genuinely wrong with me? I play with insanity a lot, but am I really troubled psychologically? I suppose it's your choice to respond though.

[iloveskooma91]

Rawrgasm>3 Been a while hasn't it? Well anyway I felt like telling my own dream below my bf's because well... I don't know... weird dreams are fun to talk about. Even though this one isn't exactly 'fun' in one portion of it, I feel like talking about it anyway. I always have fuckin weird dreams...>_> Really scary in the first half then just fucking weird in the second half.

So it starts out that I'm talking to Bryan(one of my rl friends) around his bus stop about how I got this new Elder Scrolls 5 video game that just came out recently(in the dream). If it was real... I'd fuckin' grab it faster than sonic on fire. So anyway, he has to go home after we've talked for ten minutes and in the dream my hair is really really long about mid-back length(WOOT WOOT<3) and my hair's not receeded one bit it's all awesome and EPIC WINTALITY. I'm also wearing an oblivion-themed t-shirt. It's black and has the daedric symbol on it(in the dream I must be a die-hard oblivion fan or something...).

So I go to Aaron's house, whom in rl, believe it or not, is actually kind of cool now. Used to be a douche but he's cool now. His friend Julius and Julius's brother(they're both douchetards, moreso his older brother) are there. I'm annoyed, so... I leave. So after I leave the house something hits me and I wake up and I'm in some house and Julius's brother(they're both black but his brother is fuckin tall), is in the room with me. Okay not going into details but he ends up raping me. THAT... was fucked up>_> somehow though that guy gives me uncomfortable vibes in rl anyway as it is.

Second half of the dream isn't scary like that, but nonetheless weird and fucked up. If anyone has ever watched this show called "Monk", which is a show about an OCD detective, then you'll understand this better.

So I'm peering through some house through the window(WHAT I'M A STALKER NOW?!>.<) and Tony Shahloub(Adrian Monk from the show) is in bed and sick. So Annie Wilkes from the movie "Misery" is taking care of him(oh gawd...). If you don't know that one, watch the movie, and it's great... if you like horrors that is. ANYWAY so she's mad about something that Monk did and she took a jar and opened it on his arm, and a spider came out and bit him.

So... upon seeing this, I drove home(in the dream, aparantly, I can drive) and told my mom that Tony Shalouhb was taken hostage in Annie Wilkes house and was bit by a poisenous spider. So we go to brothers, the food mart that's outside of my subdivision, and my mom meets some woman who becomes her ally and the woman takes over the car and drives it to Annie's house at 110 mph and ends up driving backwards into the front of her house and killing her.

Adrian Monk is like "Oh my god... I'M SAVED! I'M SAVED! HAHA YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

Pretty much it. What do you think? Other than my bad spelling of Adrian Monk's real name, that is...

[nintendonut1]

I've had dreams where I've been shot in the head. More than once.

And another when a member of a swordsmen biker gang shoved a sword down my throat.

And fires and tornados and freak lightning storms and whatever wild disasters I recently looked at tearing through my town.

And another when I'm the Archer from Gaunlet Legends, and a zombie in the Haunted Cemetary tackles me and tries to set me on fire.

LOTS of fun stuff. XDDD

[nintendonut1]

BUMPING AN OLD THREAD LAWLS. XD

So, the dream I had last night was kind of a weird, twisted version of my university. For some reason I had a group project with this girl, and we went into a muscial sequence that was kinda like that Vocaloid video FF showed us the other day.

...until HOMG MAN WITH A BANDANA COVERING HIS FACE BUSTS IN WITH A KNIFE AND STABS EVERYONE WAHT.

He mainly stabs the top of my head, and I go through some weird staticy shit before I wake up... in the dream. Yeah, no, I had a dream WITHIN A DREAM WUT.

We try that sequence again, and before the music even starts, same guy shows up and chases me up to North Hall. SOMEHOW, I grab that knife from him, because I guess he had a pathetically weak grip, and proceeded to beat his ass. Well, more or less kick him in the kneecaps. Then he gets caught. Awesome.

Waking up in the morning today, I reflected on this and naturally went WTF.

[B. Marquis]

When I was just a child, I had a dream, I was walking on this road full of trees, then, I see the road intercepting it. On the left of the road was nothing, it signifies normality. I've went that way only once, that was the first time I dreamt about it. I mostly turned right, where there was nothing in initial eye span. Suddenly, there was a house. Sometimes, if you go past the house, you see more of nothing, and train tracks. Again, I didn't want to go back left, nor, cared about what was farther up the road, so I always go inside the house. And everytime I go in that house, something random happens, Including, but not limited to:

-A Game of chess where I was every piece in a huge chessboard
-A Nuclear Missile Race
-A Game of Wack-A-Mole
-A Street Fight
-An art show
-The House being a rocket itself
-The House Self-Destructing
-The House Turning into a windtunnel
-The House being a virtual reality game based on an nes game (My favorite: Back to the Future Parts 2 and 3)
-A Woman (Now known as The Caretaker) Doing a strip show)
-The Caretaker street fighting me
-The Caretaker Singing a horrible song
-Me being nude, and everytime I put clothes on, I just be nude again
-Playing Pong using a shield, and a ball as big in diameter as my whole body.
-Going to the train tracks with The Caretaker to see what it'll drop, but mostly a car goes in the way and the train runs it over.
-Me turning into anything that can fly, just to go up the top of the building.
-Opening the door and attempting to walk in, only to realize that there is no floor.
-The Birth of Marquis-Style Evasion Fighting Style (which actually had me won 5 fights)
-A change to a completely different dream altogether
-Ending Credits (No really, sometimes, when I step in the building, it's pitch black, and you just see credits, for no good reason)
-A Random bomb
-The Caretaker taking me to a part of the House I never seen, only to realize she's just making a new way to be random
-The Caretaker Introducing herself as either The Caretaker, Leona, Me, in woman form, or miss Julia, leading me to believe that her name is Leona Julia
-Me having the urge to just climb the house (which seems to be a whole lot bigger inside)
-Nothing, but me waking up
-The House turning into a time machine
-The House Telling me to get out, which in turn turns into The Caretaker, and we go to the train tracks.

The last time I had that dream was my 11th birthday. On that dream, she (the caretaker) was busy. I try to get her to at least talk to me, but she wouldn't. I pushed on her with all my might, but she just wouldn't talk to me. Then, I saw a tear in her eye. I wanted to know why she was sad, but again, she wouldn't tell me. I just wanted to stay in the house until she told me something, but at the time, I realized that this was all a dream. I realized it a long time ago. The house started to implode to me, in which I ran out. I felt the house "Merging" To me, and I woke up, feeling good. That was the start of my randomness. The true start of me being who I am today.

To this day, I believed my fighing style is good enough for sparring. I practiced Capoeira, and then Jeet Kune Do. I believed my Jeet Kune Do is the most unpredictable, seeing that it is mixed with a fighting style I made when I was 8 and perfected when I was 16, and a style that is nothing but movement.

She was the reason I loved music. She's the reason I write. She's the reason I made the Abo-Marquis World. I am her, and she is me. She is random, so I am

[nintendonut1]

Marquis, that's lovely. X3 It sounds like a well-written creepypasta, and that's a compliment, don't worry. XD

[B. Marquis]

Might as well be, I think I copied and paste this on about a good 7 forums.

Keep in mind I am the OP, and is a true story.

[nintendonut1]

ONCE AGAIN.

So, like, last night in dreamland, I was in some museum of animation history. It was pretty freakin boss. Anyway, there was this hall that led to theatres, like at a movie theatre, and I was saying hi to peeps and getting high-fives and butt-pats. Then one guy approaches me and for some reason I was like "lawl no way, not you! XD"

And he was like "BETTER HOPE NOT" and pulls out too guns and starts shooting up the place.

WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH MY DREAMS AND PUBLIC ATTACKERS!?!

In consolation, though, the dream after that featured a scene that I could blossom into an original story, so that was nice of my brain after the mindfuck.