Hei Phems, nice questioning up there about Kuma's dream. You sound like Fox Mulder. I like this thread.

I would like to contribute something, but my dreams haven't had anything really cool or spooky lately. Mostly some random stuff, last night I dreamed about some kind of zombie santaclaus and nazi brothel in east russia, it was winter 1941 in the dream. Zombie santa tried shoot me with a shotgun and Russians fired mortars at him. It was like Sven Hassel story with quite dreamlike and surreal elements to it.

Coco wrote:
That's a coincidence. Every time I have a nightmare, it's based in the house I grew up in too - even though it sometimes looks completely different, I'm thinking of it as being that address.

irrepressible wrote:
Multiple instances of thinking your awoke from a dream, but really still asleep is very scary,I have had those before.

Gilly wrote:

I have that too, I used to live with my dad for a bit in my teens and was very unhappy, I moved back in with my mum eventually but one of my recurring nightmares is I'm still living with him and can't get away, I'm completely trapped and he's usually pissed that I tried to leave. It's always a different story based around that same thing. It's awful.

I had a cool one the other night. Well I thought it was cool
I landed on a planet with a crew of people. We decended a steep, wide corridor? I can't find the word. We went down and down, and the architecture changed to that Alien nest thing from the Alien films. We went down deeper and there was a big open room like in Alien, and there was loads of eggs. Then I started to hear the hissing of Aliens all around. I suddenly found myself jumping backwards out of the place up and up the steep incline. It was like I was involuntarily jumping or being pulled back. The crew followed. We ran our arses off the spaceship, I got in first and sat down beckoning the others to hurry the hell up! They ran, the Aliens were coming! The last person dived in to the ship, a woman with short hair. The door slid shut, the engines kicked in, we took off from the planet. And then I woke up with a feeling of great relief!

It was kind of a nightmare, but it was very enjoyable

irrepressible wrote:
Nothing like a good dream rush, eh?
I've experienced being pulled back like that before too. It's like a safety tether.

Hexhammer wrote:
Haha, that would make for a funny and amazing action movie, Hex.

Last night I had a dream that my car got a flat tire on my way to work. In the dream I ran over this black shiny thing that shredded my tires. Next morning I'm driving to work thinking about that dream. I'm stuck behind an SUV, which is stuck behind a large commercial truck. I couldn't see a whole lot because the SUV alone was large. When the large chunks of rotted metal started to fly out from underneath the truck, I wasn't ready. The SUV dodged the metal, I dodged them all but one shard that sliced right down between the tire tread, and down the sidewall. I was doing 80 Kmph (50 MPH) when this happened, so my tire lost air in about 30 seconds. I could feel the car start to turn sideways, so I reacted and counter steered it to straighten the trajectory. I managed to get the car to the side of the road without spinning or flipping.

I was late to work, but my boss was cool about it. I still have my job. It was like the dream was prepping me for that. I'm used to synchronicity now, but that was wild.

Here's an older dream that's stuck with me for a while.

I'm walking almost automatically, like it isn't me in control. Suddenly I gain full function and awareness. I'm wearing a brown robe with a hood. I don't wear things like that, so it was strange. I'm carrying a large white and gold two-handed sword tied to my back. I didn't recall seeing this sword before, but somehow it was really familiar. I knew everything about it. It was my own life force/aura in a super condensed form shaped into a sword. It was heavy to anyone who hadn't figured out how to utilize energy like that. I noticed that I was walking in a procession of others dressed like I was, all of which each had their own unique melee weapons made the same way. For some reason I knew each of them, and that there were exactly 1,500 of us. Why that number, I don't know.

So we're walking in this procession, and I'm starting to take in the surroundings. It took me a little because it was an overwhelmingly lucid dream. We were walking through a ruined city that had been in some sort of recent major battle. It resembled San Francisco, California USA. There were smoldering piles of rubble all over the place, dark smoke plume clouds in the distance. I could hear sirens and people shouting. The roads were lined with people, All of them were covered in cement dust, soot, dirt, and patches of blood. There were business professionals, police officers, children, mothers and fathers. They were all watching us march.

I could hear the people talking about me here and there. "It's him... the slayer" I tried to ignore it, because it felt awkward. I'm a nonviolent person, so it was strange to hear that. As I continued to walk, a little girl stumbled out of the crowd trying to get a look at us. She stumbled right in front of me. I exited the procession, removed the sword from my back and let it drop as I knelt down to help her up. The sword felt really light to me, like a cardboard tube. I knew it was heavy, but it surprised me when it crashed to the pavement and spider cracked it from sheer weight. A bunch of people gasped. I helped the little girl up and smiled at her. She just looked at me wide-eyed and ran back into the crowd. Four men at that point rushed out to retrieve my sword for me in a respectful gesture. The four of them couldn't budge it at all. I politely thanked them and lifted the sword to my back again, and continued on. It wasn't long before we crossed over a hill. I could see the glow from the others several miles up the street. They were all walking to this large pointed outcropping of stone that had recently been lifted out of the ground. They were walking up it to the tip of the rock formation which had a bright golden light beaming down on it. I followed the light upwards and noticed a massive silver-metallic disc shaped craft at the source. It was intimidating looking, but it was strangely familiar. I kept walking some more, and woke up.

Mrindigo wrote:
Wow! Such a dream was foretelling to you, in my opinion. I'm glad you have such good reactions. How could your boss be upset about that situation? (rhetorical)

Answer: Camera phone. (rhetorical, as well.)

Coco wrote:
Thanks Miss Coco! That was one of the few times where having cell might have made things a little easier.

In '85 or '86, I dreamt a certain celebrity (*embarrassed* because I'm not usually a celebrity follower) was standing on the other side of a charming, humped bridge in a beautiful garden, beckoning me. He looked so handsome in his white tuxedo. The small, humped bridge was over a creek; the surroundings were so lovely, like a tropical garden.

I wanted to join him. I had to join him....but no, I could not, it was not right.

I woke to the news that the actor had passed away of AIDS. The general public had no knowledge of his persuasion at that time.

Thing is, that celebrity had fallen from the spotlight, so to speak, in recent years. I had forgotten all about him.

The dream I had last night or this morning, or whenever it was... I was in a shop, I think it was Woolworths, and I was looking through their collection of games. The games were old, and not just old, shit. There were old SNES cartridges but no games of any worth. The guy behind the counter then said something like "there's a game over there with Cilla Black in it". I said something like "mate, did you just try to get me into a game with Cilla Black in it!?" I found more games in a different isle... they were also shit.
Next thing I was in some hotel lobby or function room, or something, as some guy, it was a 3rd person dream, and there was a fight with another guy, over a woman I think, then I was in the car park packing my stuff up, or watching this guy packing his stuff up, and the woman in question was there, and she was pissed off because he'd apparently promised her not to fight with the other guy
Then I was in a lift, 3rd person again. The lift was spacious and round, with windows so you could look out, there were seats, and on the seats was a couple, Chinese or Korean, or something. Anyway, suddenly the lift stopped, the woman got worried, the guy got up to check things out. He pressed a couple of buttons, the lift got moving again, then stopped after a few seconds... the woman shit herself and somehow got outside the lift, outside the lift the building was all fucked up, like a bomb had hit it, a mess of twisted metal.
It was as high as fuck! then she managed to fall so the guy, her partner/husband, whatever, jumped out after her. I fell with them, he grabbed her in mid air, and they embraced, they were calm, "I love you" may or may not have been said, I can't remember. I awoke before they hit the ground.

My dreams can be a tad weird