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I'm not sure this is weird or more what the fuck, but in one of those "last times you hit the snooze bar" mini-dreams, I'm in some social situation in a house I used to live in, with "mixed company" and a bunch of people I don't know. For no reason I just suddenly shout "Grubhub is a bunch of NIGGERS!" and everyone looks at me shocked except one girl walks up to me and sits down next to me and puts her head on my shoulder like she was charmed by this.

I instantly woke up since nothing like this would actually happen. I mean I have people sprout second heads in my dreams and don't notice that's weird, but this somehow broke my immersion.
 
I had a dream I could astral project into the houses of KiwiFarms users through the website and every time I did I would find out they were a teenage third worlder living in a crowded hovel with their huge family all yelling in some foreign language and I gradually got increasingly disappointed as I realized that's what everyone on here looked like until I woke up.
 
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I had a dream I could astral project into the houses of KiwiFarms users through the website and every time I did I would find out they were a teenage third worlder living in a crowded hovel with their huge family all yelling in some foreign language and I gradually got increasingly disappointed as I realized that's what everyone on here looked like until I woke up.
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That wasn't a dream, you were actually astrally projecting.
 
I had the most bizarre lucid dream that made no sense to me but I decided to just go with the flow and see where it took me. I was at some kind of Christian Bible camp. I think I was some sort of counselor because I was in a small ranch style house and housed with adults. Despite me being a woman I was housed with two guys. A white and an Asian. The Asian guy was really dorky looking and kind of like Fred Armisen if he were Asian.

I was able to go through all the rooms of the house and they were all messy. Like no one ever cleaned. The white dude was already awake so I went to the Asian guy's room to wake him up. Because I got the feeling we were late for something. His bedsheets were pink with strawberries on them. He didn't want to get up so I tried to pull him up. Which he stopped me from doing because you have to save a little room for the Holy Spirit. As in, no touching the opposite sex. Then why house me with guys? They weren't even remotely attractive. I found the whole scenario pretty funny.

So we walk outside of the pigsty ranch house and there are all these kids dressed up and running around awaiting some event. They have some chart up for some indie Christian artists and how many records they've sold. I don't think they were anyone real. The only number I remember was 167,000. I remember going through the radio dial and hearing a Christian station before bed thinking that there aren't any Christian bands I like, but I thought Stryper's God Damn Evil was a cool song. Maybe that's where this came from.

There was this lake in the middle of the camp. The water was pretty dark There was a walkway over the lake that had grass planted on it. The middle of the walkway was circular. And in that part was the chart with the numbers and the bands. Then who do I see? Former Megadeth bassplayer David Ellefson. I usually don't dream of musicians or actors or any other celebrity. He was there looking at the chart and said hello. At least he didn't try to kill me like those dreams with Aerosmith, Henry Rollins and Nic Cage. Fuck you Nicolas Cage! Those are my blueberries! :mad:

I eventually crossed the walkway and came upon an open cathedral. All white. There were pillars but only three walls and no roof. It was grassy and there was a small body of water inside. There were some older ladies in there. Maybe nuns. And all these little girls in white dresses with gold headbands with white streamers.

Unfortunately I woke up after that. But the time in the dream seemed like at least 45 minutes of real time. And I was able to keep myself in the dream despite knowing I was dreaming. I was afraid to ask any questions or do anything too outlandish because I wanted to keep it going as long as possible.
 
When I was a kid I would have dreams of walking around Manson's, hospitals, always just weird places. I would open one door expecting it to be the exit. Nope I'm in a hotel in Barbados. Never been to Barbados. That's just how my dreams worked. I literally got to experience the backrooms before it existed.. now I enjoy liminal space photography.
 
Dreamed that I and a large number of other people were desperately looking for "Dr. Singapore." I have no idea why, but it was very important that we find him. After what felt like hours of searching - mostly through what I think was some sort of mall - it turns out that my surname was changed without my knowledge or consent, so I was Dr. Singapore. Then I woke up.
 
Dreamt I was playing a city builder game where for some reason all the workers on the skyscraper kept dying. Eventually figured out they were falling off because the 'safety harness' check box in the worker menu wasn't selected. Immediately after checking the box, a worker fell off and died, and that's where I woke up.
 
I was in a restaurant with irl family (not the imaginary dream family I sometimes have) overlooking the ocean, which was a dull green but the surf seemed to be growing increasingly violent. I went down a thin staircase down a cliff to take a look at it, and at that point, saw an enormous wave coming in rapidly. The colors were incredibly vivid, like they are in lucid dreams (which this wasn't).

I ran back up to the staircase from the thin strip of beach, which sloped upwards toward the cliff, and turned around to look again, since I could hear the sound of the surf getting louder. The wave crashed and flooded just up to my ankles, and deposited a colossal marble head like a classic Greek statue on the beach. I recognized it as the head of Alexander the Great.

I also noted there was an even bigger wave behind the first, and ran up the stairs to the restaurant, and tried to warn everyone the ocean was rising and they needed to get out of there, but everyone was oblivious and even annoyed, so I told them well, I'm getting the fuck out of here and did so.

The rest of the dream that I only vaguely remember is looking into the horizon and walking toward the highest point I could find, then something would happen there and I'd start walking toward the highest point visible from there, until I was near the top of a hill, and right there was a restaurant that was identical to the one from the first part of the dream.

I went in and my family was there and told me I'd been being silly and everything was fine. Then everyone laughed like it was the end of a sitcom.
 
I dreamed that I was sent to India by train, to do some work there or something. I did not want to go there, because India dirty.
Of course it had turned into an endless clusterfuck of missed trains, lost tickets, chasing trains and ending up in wrong ones, jumping out of moving trains, forgotten baggage, lost phone and money, insufficient clothes, trains being disconnected and each half going somewhere else, losing my whatever companion, nonsensical conversations, waiting for a next train in some suspicious city overnight and having to sleep in an urbex and being chased by the police or security.

Whatever lands and railway stations I've passed, all of them were mostly lifeless and unexpectedly clean. But all of that was laced with fear that I am so far from home and how the hell will I ever get back.
Until I somehow fell asleep in a dream for a n-th time, and woke up alone at something that was a mix of a deserted infinite shunting yard with many unreal vehicles, junkyard, storage site and weird town made out of rusty houses on wheel trucks, some of them several floors high and some of them falling apart.
Some gigantic steel structures like ironworks were in the background. I understood the wagon I arrived in, was decomissioned and is not going anywhere.
I looked around and was like ''OMG yes, Belgium, close enough'' and wanted to explore the weird town, but then I feel asleep in the dream and woke up for real.
 
I dreamed I was stuck in a car ride with two friends. We were riding through a haunted forest to get money or fame somehow. I was begging them to leave because I was scared. The driver got out of the car to look for something. I looked behind us and saw a giant monster coming. I screamed for him to come back to the car, and he ran back in and sped out of the forest.

Later on I dreamed I drove away from work in a bad mood. I got pissed off at the backed up traffic and the sun being in my eyes. The sunlight made me drowsy and I couldn't stop myself from falling asleep. I woke myself away in the dream somewhat, and a bunch of cars in front of me got in a massive accident.
 
I don't know whether these are considered dreams per se, but in the past year I've had way too many weird dreams in which I feel as if I'm fully awake and doing my morning routine and going to work before I snap out of them and realize that it's still 4 AM in the morning.
 
BeckhoffAX5702 said:
I don't know whether these are considered dreams per se, but in the past year I've had way too many weird dreams in which I feel as if I'm fully awake and doing my morning routine and going to work before I snap out of them and realize that it's still 4 AM in the morning.
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I hate these and the worst are when you wake up out of the dream and do it again and then realize you just woke up into another dream. And this can happen repeatedly. And then you wake up, for real, exhausted from having done your morning routine four times in your goddamn dreams.
 
I had a dream last night that I was cooking for some woman's birthday party or some shit and all my coworkers were Mexicans that didn't speak English.
I have never worked in any form of food service before.
 
BeckhoffAX5702 said:
I don't know whether these are considered dreams per se, but in the past year I've had way too many weird dreams in which I feel as if I'm fully awake and doing my morning routine and going to work before I snap out of them and realize that it's still 4 AM in the morning.
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AnOminous said:
I hate these and the worst are when you wake up out of the dream and do it again and then realize you just woke up into another dream. And this can happen repeatedly. And then you wake up, for real, exhausted from having done your morning routine four times in your goddamn dreams.
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Penis Drager 2.0 said:
I had a dream last night that I was cooking for some woman's birthday party or some shit and all my coworkers were Mexicans that didn't speak English.
I have never worked in any form of food service before.
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In 2010 I got home from my first warehouse shift ever, which I was receiving packages and sorting them for 10 hours. I dreamed there were conveyor belts and slides going into my bedroom. I was organizing boxes that were sliding into my bedroom, and separating them onto different pallets. Warehouse work took a while to get used to.
 
AnOminous said:
I hate these and the worst are when you wake up out of the dream and do it again and then realize you just woke up into another dream. And this can happen repeatedly. And then you wake up, for real, exhausted from having done your morning routine four times in your goddamn dreams.
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That's exactly the worst part! I'll then wake up shocked when the alarm clock goes off and I lay down in bed wondering what the fuck happened, did I get drugged? Absolutely no recollection of the nightmare either.
 
I had a dream I was at my family's Thanksgiving reunion. We were at the dinner table and my family kept mocking me and talking over me. I pulled out my phone and typed a long text to a friend about how I hated my family. I accidentally sent it to my cousin who was sitting at the table next to me. His phone lit up and dinged, and I felt terror. He read the text and started making fun of me at the table. I was angry.

It's weird this never happens at my family reunions.
 
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Slept horribly last night, and woke up multiple times. Each time, the dream I was having would restart in the exact same way. The first thing I would always notice is that someone had left a lit cigar in an ashtray in some sort of fancy office-type place. I was vaguely aware that it was the 1930s or 1940s.

After the fourth or so time, I guess my brain got sick of it and started a completely different dream with a completely different setting as soon as I saw the cigar. Instead, for some reason, I was a Power Ranger fighting some robots alongside other Power Rangers. However, all but one of the others had secretly been replaced by robots, so we decided to run away and rethink our plan, at which point I woke up.
 
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