UPDATED: how weird do your dreams get when you sleep? aka THE DREAM/NIGHTMARE THREAD

[MushroomX]

Im a lucid dreamer but lately i have had dreams of the end of the world. Probably 10 in the last month. The odd thing is i can control what i do but i cant leave the situation. Usually i can literally jump like the hulk and move on to the something else. Only other time i cant control what im doing is when i dream about smashing. i cannot control the situation and can never close the deal. Bothers the fukk outta me . Maybe i love my girl too much

The last one i had freaked me out because when i woke up i went outside to take out the garbage and i heard that wierd horn sound . Had me

How does the world end for you specifically. Because I had a dream 4 years before the Dark Knight Theatre Shootings, where I was in a bar and I heard gunfire from the movie complex with people running out.

 

[Silver Surfer]

I actually dreamed my place was broken into this morning...relief when I woke up

 

[sanityovar8ted]

When I was lil I had a dream I was flying, in reality I was falling out the top bunk.

 

[sanityovar8ted]

In my early 20s I had this weird dream that me and who I assumed was my bd were out in the yard fighting, we get to wrestling and bam he shoots me in the head. End of dream. But it leads me to go get an airbrushed tshirt with my name on the front in blue and it aint my fault on the back in blue. So one day im at the mall with my airbrushed tshirt on and this lady stopped me and asked, u knew courtney? I was like nah, im courtney. The lady say we had tshirts like these made when my daughter courtney got killed by her bd.

 

[sanityovar8ted]

The following dream was fueled by risperdal. Which I later refused to take anymore. I had a dream that I was on this long school bus on this long country rd. I ended up in hell working for the devil and there were millions and millions of boxes. End of dream. A few days later, I had to drop my moma off at work in rockwall and we was on this long country rd...I mentally peeped game. Then not even a week later, I got a job as a production assistant for docudata. I started out doing data entry, which required me to take the boxes of medical records and scan the data, move the boxes, then make sure all the data been inputted, move the boxes and burn the data onto a cd then move the boxes to storage.

 

[Da_Eggman]

i had a dream that a sandwich was trying to eat me

 

[sanityovar8ted]

I remember one time I had a dream that I was asleep and had to get up to pee. And sat down and was finna pee but I realized I hadnt lifted the cover up and I was finna pee on myself....but I woke up cuz I was about to pee on myself in real life.

 

[RiffRaff]

Got a bullet through the head in a dream once. It was crazy because I felt me losing bodily functions in the dream as my body tumbled over. I woke up and had sleep paralysis for a few seconds.

 

[Claudex]

The most memorable dreams I have are the ones where I get to feel strong emotions such as happiness, love or sadness. These are usually rare because most of my dreams play out very mildly and uninterestingly. My nightmares aren't even about monsters or supernatural things, instead they're made of real life possible scenarios and realizations that are usually very well tied to the darkest threads that make up my reality. So when I really think about dreams I often remember Maya Angelou's (may she rest in peace) famous quote: "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." Because the more I feel within the dream the better I remember it.

I've had a handful of dreams that brought about strong emotions. Strong enough to have me wake up thinking about the implications and healthiest ways to absorb the meanings within the dreams (since they often leave me slightly dazed and confused). This one dream really stuck with me because of how much I felt in what I believe to be the most complex and interesting dream I've had to date:

- I was living in an apartment setting and the place was a mess, I could tell this wasn't anywhere I've ever been but the thing about dream settings is that you're only vaguely aware of the fact that you're in foreign territory. Anyway, I was living in this classy apartment with clothes all over the floor and I was wearing some sweatpants and a shirt...looking around just depressed me so for some reason I decided to go out and buy something (dream logic).

Turns out I'm living in an apartment complex that looks like part of a 4-star chain of apts. Window panels all over the place and a dope ass elevator which I used to go down to the ground level where the shops are at. I see some cacs and feel vaguely aware that I might just be the only negro here, but whatever, ain't like I ain't got shyt to do anyway.

So I go to this store feeling depressed as hell about my apartment being a mess and the cashier is actually this polite and smiling cac chick, clearly she was just doing her job, but the thing about fake nice people is that sometimes you're too tired/busy/depressed to worry about the fake and you just appreciate the nice. So I'm nice back to her, crack jokes, she's dying out here with me driving her boredom away, then she helps me choose a shirt and I make that purchase and leave the place. I remember the whole interaction within the shop just making me feel better about myself, so the plan now was to go back to the apt and start cleaning shyt.

I walk to the elevator and spot a hot brunette waiting for the elevator to come down.
Initially I'm thinking I look like a bum and this may not be the best time to talk to a chick, least I wanna get even more depressed. But then I recall that as a real nikka it ain't my job to care about the outcomes. So I play my part and start choppin' it up with ol' girl trynna see what's up!I still remember the name of the chick I was talking to in the dream, her name was Melissa. Ain't never met anybody like her in real life, but I remember her telling me her name like that shyt was real
The elevator comes and I've already got her giggling and shyt!
Two older white dudes are already inside and I notice shyt's about to be awkward so I intervene and ask her what she's doing there at the complex. She tells me she lives there and just moved and some shyt I can't remember (there's still limits to this vivid dream shyt). Then the elevator stops and these two bombshells come in, another brunette and a black chick!! And both of them are friends with Melissa! So now I got three bad bytches opening up to me and telling me we gotta hang out! The older white dudes are quickly forgotten and I'm just trynna not fukk up this situation . But more and more I can't help but notice that this black chick is different from Melissa...thicker, funnier and more talkative, so I can't help but to engage her some more . Except while I'm in the middle of talking the elevator opens and time's up! This is their floor.
I get out with them trying to get some #'s and suddenly they all start hurrying each to a different apt!! I'm lost for a sec and my legs are making me follow the black chick, except when I come to my senses I was running game on Melissa first (!!) but she's already closing her door! Suddenly all three doors close and I ain't got shyt!! They left me there standing like a leprous man!
My depression got worse as soon as I remember that they probably left because I'm looking goofy as fukk with them just-woke-up clothes (they were all looking fine as fukk, I wasn't), and I got an apartment to clean, and I'm hungry (I just realized then) as fukk, and I just remembered that I had like $100 on my account (in real life, but I was dreaming so I probably took that L there too) AND I'm fukking lost in this dark ass floor where now that I notice, everything was dark red/blue the walls were black and there were few lights along the corridors. The corridor was long too! I didn't know where I was at all...so I start walking back to the elevator and I notice a sign pointing to a restaurant along the other side of the corridor!

(to be continued...)

 

[Grizz]

Had a dream that some random guy threaten to kill me over fb, the night before I was with my girl talking about it, final chance I got to see her.. Next day (in my dream) hear a smash, glass smash load of guys came in stealing everything, I remember I had my sister in her room, but shes quiet, then i hear some footsteps and its the randomer, pulls out the pistol, I somehow lift up the bed, next thing I knew he was going through the clip.

Woke myself up in time (cause I knew that he would of gotten my sister next)

 

[Claudex]

(part deux)

As I walk along the corridor to this restaurant this is what I'm thinking
"So...I got $100, the food can't be that expensive plus I live here so I might get a discount or some shyt. I hope.
Wait a minute...aww hell no!! Is this a harp I hear playing in the background?
fukk...I just landed in an expensive ass restaurant, just my muthafukking luck "

All cacs eating with their families at dinner tables with candle lights and the chatter is all kept to a minimum while a band plays in the other side of the badly lit room. The rich aroma of expensive food is filling my nostrils and my stomach is joining the band as part of the orchestra while I'm growing ever so consciously aware that I really should've taken a bath and put on some goddamn jeans and shoes (I was wearing flip flops) before leaving my goddamn apt.


It's all cacs around...not a black/asian/indian/hispanic soul in any of the tables eating except for...the people serving. The only black people there were waiters and waitresses brehs. This shyt was the most horrible setting for me to find myself in feeling like I was feeling. Homies were wearing polo shirts with black jeans and black shoes and the brehettes were wearing something similar but with skirts. I felt mad out of place with this cacs having a grand time dining there like this place was some 5-star joint from the 1940's.

After the initial shock I realized I had to move, especially because this brother just passed by me on some "Excuse me sir (but really meaning gtfo the way bruh!)" I walked to one of the waiters and asked where the manager asked. This impatient ass dude said:

"Yo just go to the kitchen and you should see him there!" *points with the thumb to the back* Gladly I saw the kitchen door open and I went there as fast as I could without running. In there I finally saw some latinos and more blacks cooking and getting orders, this shyt was just to me. Where the fukk was I? Meanwhile I start thinking about my whole day/dream until then, I got infatuated with this white chick who probably wasn't even feeling me, which made me be slow in taking the black girl's number and now I'm in some Ante-bellum-esque restaurant. This is some fukked up shyt!
Plus I ain't got no money, so I don't even know if I can afford this place...man fukk it! I'ma check the menu and if it's too expensive fukk them!
So I approach this waitress inside the kitchen and the homie (black too of course) took me to the manager...this is when shyt got extra real for me.

The manager was this dark skinned brother (no homo) with a toothpick rocking a dark magenta polo with white pants and black shoes. Homie legit looked like Ricky (Boyz N the Hood) with the waves and shine.

So he nods to me and asks: "What's happening son?"
"Hi sir, I was just trying to see if I could get a menu and see if as a tenant here I get some sort of disc..."

"Don't worry about it breh."

"...excuse me sir?"

"I said, don't worry 'bout it "


He nods to a table at the center of the room, a lot of the cac families are starting to actually look at me, the music is still playing but that shyt sounds far away as fukk like somebody turned it down or something. Before I could ask another dumbass question the black waiter that showed me to the manager takes me to the table and sits me down. Now EVERY CAC in the room is just looking at me, even the cac children like I look back at the manager and he's like . The menu pops up and it's this black goddess! Smile 10/10 asking me what I want to start with...brehs I don't even remember talking much but the food started coming and every bite was . The dishes just kept coming, it's like these homies were serving me and four other people!

I'm trying to show homies my appreciation for what they were doing and all them waiters and waitresses were just like, don't worry about it breh we got you
Suddenly they started cracking jokes out loud (all the Cacs were quiet now and the band stopped playing), the girls were laughing and one by one, homies just started sitting around me and trying to cheer me up 'cause, and I quote: "You look sad as fukk homie! Try this screwdiver, shyt will pick you up like a muthafukka" *vodka glass pops up next to my food*
It's like suddenly all the life of the place went to my table...and a small part of me was like: "Get back to work, y'all gonna get fired!! " but the other part was like: "I love my black people "

I'll never forget how these dream characters made me feel I was amongst my people and they didn't give two fukks about anybody else dinning there. They made me feel like I was home, safe and sound.

I woke up at peace brehs. Not only that but I actually jumped from my bed and started writting because I didn't want to forget a single thing about that dream. I was so invested in it that for the following months all I could think about is how that shyt should've been a music video or a short video or something. The dream was GOAT no doubt...and I ain't even tell anybody about it because I know they'd look at me like: "You dreamt all that, really." or That's quite the dream you've got there. That how you feel about white people?" or even "Why did you choose Melissa over the sister?"

But fukk it, this is a dope ass thread and it feels good to share this dream with somebody else for once.

 

[Claudex]

EDIT: Double Post

 

[tonyclifton]

How does the world end for you specifically. Because I had a dream 4 years before the Dark Knight Theatre Shootings, where I was in a bar and I heard gunfire from the movie complex with people running out.

My fiance had the same dreams for years and shes afraid of going to the movies. When i went to see the dark knight she didnt wanna go because she said someone was going to get shot. She flipped when she was right and i cant get her into a movie theater to save my life.

My dream always consists of me walking outside and i see rolling black clouds from every angle. There is A person that may or mAy not be an alien just an odd colored human. He tells me to grab my oldest son and that only we can go. I beg him to let me take my whole family but he says no. I start to beg again and he tells me i took too long and that he has to leave. He leaves from a big beam in the sky, the rest of the dream consist of me and my fam running from storms, asteriods, fire balls and people going crazy

Same dream everytime. I always wonder why its always my oldest son that they tell me to take. He was.born in a very special way and in the bible and other religious things they say sits the mark of a king and that he has a huge light around him. Even the doctors were stunned and one nurse was even crying because she was really religious

 

[MushroomX]

My fiance had the same dreams for years and shes afraid of going to the movies. When i went to see the dark knight she didnt wanna go because she said someone was going to get shot. She flipped when she was right and i cant get her into a movie theater to save my life.

My dream always consists of me walking outside and i see rolling black clouds from every angle. There is A person that may or mAy not be an alien just an odd colored human. He tells me to grab my oldest son and that only we can go. I beg him to let me take my whole family but he says no. I start to beg again and he tells me i took too long and that he has to leave. He leaves from a big beam in the sky, the rest of the dream consist of me and my fam running from storms, asteriods, fire balls and people going crazy

Same dream everytime. I always wonder why its always my oldest son that they tell me to take. He was.born in a very special way and in the bible and other religious things they say sits the mark of a king and that he has a huge light around him. Even the doctors were stunned and one nurse was even crying because she was really religious

That is almost basically the plot to KNOWING with Nicolas Cage. Have you ever seen the movie? Because if so, maybe some of the elements blended in. Your brain can only dream up of what you have seen, or enough to cause a scenario.

If not though...

 

[King Koopa]

When I was young, I used to constantly dream of me jumping from the top of my house's (where I lived at the time) staircase to the bottom. Would wake up right after I hit the floor. Those dreams stopped when I got a lil older.