Weirdest Dreams

[Dr. Zoidberg 0]

So. Yeah.

 

Last nights:

 

I was in San Francisco visiting a friend, and I say, "I'm going down to the main street to get some food." I walk down four massive hills and reach the main street, when I notice everyone is wearing red and is a Blood. I'm wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, so I kinda stand out. As i'm walking, one of the bloods yells "You're gonna die, nigga!" I turn around, and he's apparently talking to me, cos he has his gun pointed at me. He shoots, it misses, and I run past him and his crew and start up the first hill. I make it to the second huge hill before I look back and notice no-ones chasing me, so I run slower up the second hill. I get to the third, and I'm dead tired. I turn around again, and they're now loading up into a car. I try running up the third hill, but it becomes steeper and steeper, so I grab onto the bushes (which are now apparently made of wood) and try to climb up. The car is getting closer, so I hop on the bush and slide down a ways before falling over on the opposite side. I'm lying there, hiding, thinking they'll just drive past, when the car stops a few feet away from me. Maybe twenty guys pile out of this Accord or whatever and come running up to me. They all pull out their guns and shoot me. "Yeah, nigga! Fuck you!" they all yell as they get back in their car and drive away. I open my eyes and look around, then run up the last two hills to my buddies house, where he's wearing all blue.

 

Yeah. There it is.

[BruteSquad_BRODY 0]

I'm walking in an empty warehouse, I come across Gilbert Godfried fucking a girl in a bathtub, I get excited and pee in the bath tub.

 

 

Worse part was this ended as a wet dream.

[Richard 0]

I'd rather dream about that then fucking my mom or sister, which I've done several times.

[RavishingRickRudo 0]

First two nights I dream about zombies chasing me. Third night the zombies are replaced by Asians.

[Lil' Bitch 0]

I met Steven Seagal in a casino and I asked to get a picture with him. He said "No." and then I woke up.

[PILLS! PILLS! PILLS! 0]

Visiting relatives that I've never seen before on the coast of the Pacific Northwest. I'm hanging out at the barber shop that they own and I get stigmata in my arm in the form of Christ. It goes away and I go back to my hotel. When I get to my room, my bags are in the hallway and a number of hotel employees and security guards are removing the furniture and everything else from my room. I ask them what's going on, and they tell me that I have to leave.

 

That's all that I remember.

[Fartsauce 0]

By far the strangest dream i've had was getting home from school and noticing my house was on fire. A fire truck arrived several minutes later with Michael Jackson driving it. As he went to turn into my driveway, he flipped the truck into the ditch and then I woke up. It would have been nice to see what developed in that one.

[BorneAgain 0]

Two celebrity dreams. The first with being a secret goverment agent of sorts, trying to stop a bomb from going off at an award show (possibly the Oscars). Run into Malcolm McDowell, who I proceed to annoy by calling him "Mr. Clockwork Orange" several times.

 

Second was me in the far west side of my hometown jogging in a field with Lando Calrissian. Not Billy Dee Williams, Lando. We were talking about something, but I can't recall what it was.

 

Probably the only other prominent strange dream was me in my basement (which was far nicer than my actual one was, at least before I recently starting cleaning it), with various forensic equipment in the room. Cue deep voiced announcer explaining the premise of some sort of crime solving reality show apparently taking place there. Final thing I can remember about it before I woke up was this:

 

Announcer Voiceover: Join, as we solve a 1000 cases a week.

Me: (confused) That doesn't sound very logical.

 

[Fartsauce 0]

On the topic of dreams, I had a dream the other night where I was getting a blowjob from some chick I have a crush on right now. I was extremely pissed off when I woke up.

[PILLS! PILLS! PILLS! 0]

Had a dream a couple of nights ago that I was coming back inside from my usual post-lunch recess in the sixth grade. There were tons of boxes of these "Coliseum Home Videos" and such from around around 1991-92 (I went into the sixth grade in 92), many of which don't truly exist. I was sorting through them and marking out big time, because I was definitely buying all of that shit. Don't remember anything beyond that.

 

I've got a few journal entries/voice recordings detailing some odds dreams that I have had just after waking up. I'll have to go through those some time and post them. The one recurring dream I have is that I have a room at the very top of a skyscraper-sized hotel, though that's merely just the platform of the dream, as it always goes in a different direction beyond that. Though, I can usually count on at least one long elevator ride at one point.