THE DREAM THREAD
~~~~~There might already be one, but I'm not sure so. Anyway, this is The Dream Thread. Here you can discuss anything related to dreams including unusual dreams you yourself have had. Feel free to do dream analysis, post links to interesting dream sites, and tell us your most interesting dreams. This is scariest:
A Few Years Ago My Dream
This dream was probably the scariest dream I have ever had. I hate to say it, but my biggest fear in the known world is...zombies. I know, I know. How silly to be afriad of a fictional monster, but I just can't help it. I have nightmares all the time of zombies, such as this one:
The dream started off strange. I was sitting in my old room with two of my buddies playing video games. For some reason I kept scratching at my eye. It just kept itching. After five minutes of rubbing my raw, I went to the bathroom to see what the hell was wrong with it. When I looked into the mirror, my eye was completely black, like a glass ball. When I leaned closer to the mirror for a better look, I could see inside my eye, and I could also see something written in the back of my eye. As I stared at it, I sort of became inside the eye. You know, one of those now you're here, now you're there type deals. Anyway, next thing I know I'm a military base. Appearently, America went to war with some European nation and now me and my buddies were soldiers stationed at some fort that looked like it was made out of logs, and we were in the middle of a forrest. I remember thinking we might be stationed in Oregon or Washinton. We got word of a beach front attack, so we loaded everything we got and headed to the beach. It was a masacre. We absolutely annihilated their troops. After the victory we went back to the fort, and prepared for nightfall. Well, even though I wan't there, I knew what went on at the beach. After we left, and night fell, the dead soldiers got up and started talking.
I was eating back at the fort when I heard the siren. We were under attack. We were told to arm ourselves to the max, but when I looked over the wall to see our attackers, I was surprised to unarmed soldiers charging the wall with long sharpened sticks. But it was when one of the ******** climbed straight us the wall and nearly grabbed my neck that I realized they were the dead soldiers we had killed earlier in the day. Things get kind of blurry here. I remember the tower gunners wasting al their amo freaking out and causing the barrels to melt. I remember someone screaming that we needed shotguns insted of our standard issue M4s, and remember what those damn sticks were for. They'd run straight at you, stab the stick in your forehead, and push up which caused your skull to crack wide open. They'd eat your brains while you were still in shock form the blow. I was freaking the ******** out.
We basically got conered. My friend Mikey was out of amo, and all I had was one grenade shell still in my gun. But once it was just me and Mikey, they stopped advancing and just started staring at us. That's when I felt and iron grip on my neck, and I was lifted off the ground. When I turned to see what had me, I was greated by some huge, tall, Lurch looking zombie son of a b***h. He had Mikey too. Mikey reached behind him, and pulled out one of those make-shift shovels. He just started bashing at the ********, breaking of bits of Lurch's skull so you could see his brains. Then in one quick motion, the big bastartd that had us pulled mikey in and bit into his face like a ripe apple. I could feel the breaking bones through the hand on my neck. Lurch threw mikey's shock-stiff body on the ground. I could see the "bite wound" that consumed Mikey's nose, upper lip and teeth. The image was so vivid and intense that I actually have goosebumps from typing about it. Well, the image was too much, and I screamed so hard I woke up. Still the most intense dream I've ever had.
The dream started off strange. I was sitting in my old room with two of my buddies playing video games. For some reason I kept scratching at my eye. It just kept itching. After five minutes of rubbing my raw, I went to the bathroom to see what the hell was wrong with it. When I looked into the mirror, my eye was completely black, like a glass ball. When I leaned closer to the mirror for a better look, I could see inside my eye, and I could also see something written in the back of my eye. As I stared at it, I sort of became inside the eye. You know, one of those now you're here, now you're there type deals. Anyway, next thing I know I'm a military base. Appearently, America went to war with some European nation and now me and my buddies were soldiers stationed at some fort that looked like it was made out of logs, and we were in the middle of a forrest. I remember thinking we might be stationed in Oregon or Washinton. We got word of a beach front attack, so we loaded everything we got and headed to the beach. It was a masacre. We absolutely annihilated their troops. After the victory we went back to the fort, and prepared for nightfall. Well, even though I wan't there, I knew what went on at the beach. After we left, and night fell, the dead soldiers got up and started talking.
I was eating back at the fort when I heard the siren. We were under attack. We were told to arm ourselves to the max, but when I looked over the wall to see our attackers, I was surprised to unarmed soldiers charging the wall with long sharpened sticks. But it was when one of the ******** climbed straight us the wall and nearly grabbed my neck that I realized they were the dead soldiers we had killed earlier in the day. Things get kind of blurry here. I remember the tower gunners wasting al their amo freaking out and causing the barrels to melt. I remember someone screaming that we needed shotguns insted of our standard issue M4s, and remember what those damn sticks were for. They'd run straight at you, stab the stick in your forehead, and push up which caused your skull to crack wide open. They'd eat your brains while you were still in shock form the blow. I was freaking the ******** out.
We basically got conered. My friend Mikey was out of amo, and all I had was one grenade shell still in my gun. But once it was just me and Mikey, they stopped advancing and just started staring at us. That's when I felt and iron grip on my neck, and I was lifted off the ground. When I turned to see what had me, I was greated by some huge, tall, Lurch looking zombie son of a b***h. He had Mikey too. Mikey reached behind him, and pulled out one of those make-shift shovels. He just started bashing at the ********, breaking of bits of Lurch's skull so you could see his brains. Then in one quick motion, the big bastartd that had us pulled mikey in and bit into his face like a ripe apple. I could feel the breaking bones through the hand on my neck. Lurch threw mikey's shock-stiff body on the ground. I could see the "bite wound" that consumed Mikey's nose, upper lip and teeth. The image was so vivid and intense that I actually have goosebumps from typing about it. Well, the image was too much, and I screamed so hard I woke up. Still the most intense dream I've ever had.
Last night I had another one, hense, me making this thread, but it wasn't as intense, but equally unusual. I'll probably post it later.
Edit: 8/21/7
Last Semester My Dream
A lot of stuff happened before it came to this point, but I can't remember any of it. All I know was that I was in a house, only this house was awful. It didn't just look dilapidated and un-kept, it looked foul: as though it were covered in feces, urine, and blood. The wall looked old and rotted but moist, damp even. The word that keeps coming to mind is "soiled." I only remember the hallway because I was running down it trying to get out. I don't what I was running from but I know I was fleeing for my life. There was a disgusting white door at the end of the hallway. The screen kind that you usually see on southern houses. Screen itself had holes and tears, and rust spots all over it. I didn't want to touch it so I just kicked it open.
Once outside I froze in my tracks. I was facing a huge yard with short yellow patchy grass, and some areas there was just dirt. From what I could see the yard was square, and was bordered by a giant chain-link fence that was topped by some kind of wire. I was so freaked out that my first instinct was just to climb the fence and who gives a s**t about the wire. I darted for the far left corner. I could see that beyond the fence was just forest. Deep dark forest. Hurray. I hate forests. Everything had an orange hue to it, so it must have been sunset or something. Suddenly I could hear barking, and when I turned around I could see that the gray crocked house of hell had let loose a dog. I want to say that it was a Rottweiler, but I really can't remember. All I do know is that I was so scared of it, I couldn't turn back to face the fence, so I just ended up running backwards trying to get away from the beast.
That's when I fell. Only a few feet. When I got up, I could see that I just missed some torn bushes, and when they moved. They seemed to sweep away from me, kicking up dirt and dried yellow grass. But when I looked at them I could see that they weren't just moving brush, but people. Steve Martin to be exact. Each bush was Steve Martin, except that instead of hair, thorns were growing out of their heads, and it made and afro of thorns, but it was also coming out of their backs. They had no legs, more that their torsos sprang from the ground. And instead of hands, from the wrist the only had long thorned vines that wiped randomly like a cat's tail. Even their skin was weird: pink and green, but covered in a white dust like a powdered donut. I started to back away from them when I saw another on "growing" by the fence. It reared up and put it wrists by its face so I couldn't see its mouth, and released what looked to me like a wasp. The bug darted off to my right, but instead of seeing where it went I couldn't help but stare at the rushing cord that connected it to the bush. I couldn't make it out because it was moving so fast. But then it stopped, and pulled tight like a guitar string. I could see now that it was razor wire, but it wasn't steel, it was plant. It had the same pink and green coloring with veins and everything.
I don't why but it was driving me mad, so I cut it. I don't know if I used my hand and it broke easily because it was plant, or if I had a knife. I just know it broke clean. The bush from whose mouth the string had come died. And when I turned to see the other end, the wasp landed at my feat, covered in blood, and quite dead as well. When I looked further to the right I saw a skinny naked black man with blood pouring from his mouth as he wailed. He came at me screaming from the top of his lungs "Why did you do that?! It just wanted to fish for worms in my mouth! It just wanted to fish for worms in my mouth!" And that's when I woke up.
Once outside I froze in my tracks. I was facing a huge yard with short yellow patchy grass, and some areas there was just dirt. From what I could see the yard was square, and was bordered by a giant chain-link fence that was topped by some kind of wire. I was so freaked out that my first instinct was just to climb the fence and who gives a s**t about the wire. I darted for the far left corner. I could see that beyond the fence was just forest. Deep dark forest. Hurray. I hate forests. Everything had an orange hue to it, so it must have been sunset or something. Suddenly I could hear barking, and when I turned around I could see that the gray crocked house of hell had let loose a dog. I want to say that it was a Rottweiler, but I really can't remember. All I do know is that I was so scared of it, I couldn't turn back to face the fence, so I just ended up running backwards trying to get away from the beast.
That's when I fell. Only a few feet. When I got up, I could see that I just missed some torn bushes, and when they moved. They seemed to sweep away from me, kicking up dirt and dried yellow grass. But when I looked at them I could see that they weren't just moving brush, but people. Steve Martin to be exact. Each bush was Steve Martin, except that instead of hair, thorns were growing out of their heads, and it made and afro of thorns, but it was also coming out of their backs. They had no legs, more that their torsos sprang from the ground. And instead of hands, from the wrist the only had long thorned vines that wiped randomly like a cat's tail. Even their skin was weird: pink and green, but covered in a white dust like a powdered donut. I started to back away from them when I saw another on "growing" by the fence. It reared up and put it wrists by its face so I couldn't see its mouth, and released what looked to me like a wasp. The bug darted off to my right, but instead of seeing where it went I couldn't help but stare at the rushing cord that connected it to the bush. I couldn't make it out because it was moving so fast. But then it stopped, and pulled tight like a guitar string. I could see now that it was razor wire, but it wasn't steel, it was plant. It had the same pink and green coloring with veins and everything.
I don't why but it was driving me mad, so I cut it. I don't know if I used my hand and it broke easily because it was plant, or if I had a knife. I just know it broke clean. The bush from whose mouth the string had come died. And when I turned to see the other end, the wasp landed at my feat, covered in blood, and quite dead as well. When I looked further to the right I saw a skinny naked black man with blood pouring from his mouth as he wailed. He came at me screaming from the top of his lungs "Why did you do that?! It just wanted to fish for worms in my mouth! It just wanted to fish for worms in my mouth!" And that's when I woke up.
Now discuss.
