Another dream thread

Any of you guys have toilet dreams? Where you wake up in the morning or something, and need the loo, but can't be arsed to get up so you keep drifting off, then suddenly you drift into a dream where you think you've got up and are walking to the toilet.
Man, ****ing scary.
 
I had a dream I was flying last night. It was mostly just waiting around in an airport for a while. Yeah.
 
i had the randomness dream ever!!! i got drunk with will smith and he came back to my house and we chilled out lol
 
And then the clothes started coming off.

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Gordonman dreamfile nr.582:

I was walking in a very dark forest and then I saw my best friend near a tree. I ran closer and he was there, looked like a dead person and told me that he will die. Suddenly I saw bright light and he disappeared. Last thing i saw before it was a ghostly grin of somebody not human.

After waking up I called him and he was more lively as ever. But still, it was a creepy dream.
 
I always have super intense dreams that I wake up from midstory and wonder about the rest of the day without even remembering what the dream was about.
 
I watched Police Story last night, and then I woke up from a dream about it the next morning, crazy ass dreams huh?.
 
haha i had dream last night, were i think i was at my favorite restaurant, and i woke up and my pillow was all wet because i was dribbling so much,
 
I keep having dreams often for many years where I dream about some fictional scenario where I am encountering or have encountered an old neighborhood crush. In all of these dreams, either this person wants nothing to do with me, or this person is dating my brother oddly enough, of all people.

I wake up from them feeling so incredibly depressed, unnaturally so. It doesn't bother me in the waking world because I have found this person and she got married and I don't care about her or anything anymore(not really anyway). But these dreams man, in these dreams they're incredibly devastating, and linger for an hour or so after I wake up, and they never go away. Really sucks.
 
Dream't I hooked up with a girl; and I woke up at the worst possible time.
 
Dream't I hooked up with a girl; and I woke up at the worst possible time.

Right after you handed over the money but before the services? HAH!

Just kidding. <3
 
I always have weird ass dreams if one of my limb starts to go numb while im sleeping in a awkward position. I always dream of like, this huge red balloon in some kind of circus tent. As my limb gets number and number the balloon fills up more and more. Gravity starts to change and I can feel myself floating, and being pulled in several different directions at the same time. As it fills up, all these little goosebumps start appearing all over the balloon. Eventually the balloon fills up the entire tent and my head begins to throb with that prickly, numb sensation your legs or arms feel, only I feel it in my head. Once in awhile I will wake up and feel extremely nauseous with a headache and feel like im about to puke. Its happened several times and thats how I know its from a limb going to sleep, because I always wake up with a sleeping arm or leg. I ****ing hate it. It makes me feel awful and I have a hard time sleeping again afterwards.
 
Bumpzors.

So the last two nights I have been having the same dream. Basically I am a German soldier in WW2 and the first time I had the dream I was fighting the US. We are in this town and I am in a two story building that has been damaged by the war. I go out on this balcony and below there is a US tank going down the street with men on it and the battle raging on. Across the street there is another building that used to be an old bar and on the bottom floor is a squad of US Army soldiers fighting across the street into the floor beneath mine at my fellow soldiers. I am taking shots with my G43 (strangely I remember the gun) and all of sudden two Americans are on the same floor as mine right around the corner. One of them pops out and order me to surrender. I raised my gun to shoot them, but they both shoot and kill me. The dream ends.

Last night I had the same dream, except this time I am fighting the French. The same scenario as above happens except at the part where the two GI's tell me to surrender the French try to do the same thing. Except this time I shove my bayonet around the corner and kill them both. At this time I jump down and run across the street to where the squad of French soldiers are in the bar. I pick up a automatic gun from the ground and am about to hose them all down, but the gun is out of ammo. At this time the French turn around and see me. But, the dream ended.
 
I had a really wierd and cool dream last night but I forgot it after thinking about it most of the day.
 
A couple of nights ago I dreamt I was in lab, working with some glass columns, and a column just randomly split in half and I was standing there holding it, thinking, "Oh crap how do I put this back together..."

It was awful and mundane, just like all my other dreams.
 
Today I had a weird one.

I was driving somewhere in a car; as it turned out to the airport. Somehow I was performing this task from the backseat and next to me there was a couple having sex. Trying not to be rude I didn't stare at them but only peeked slightly a few times. Eventually I turned my head a bit too much and the woman said something like "hey, don't watch", to which I responded "well, it's my car, so I can watch" and she smiled I think. Then I told them to not get their juices on the seats and this for some reason reminded them of something (another **** session I assume); I think the guy mentioned a shopping cart (wut?).

Then we got to the airport and looked for a departure gate I think, but I don't know what was the point.
 
My last vivid dream was of the zombie invasion sort, yet not the typical "i'm pwnzoring rotting carcasses with my chainsaw type".

My dream entailed me and a few friends who were left after some form of zombie apocalypse. It so happened that we were some of the few left, but luckily were in some safe haven on the coast of Queensland with others, with places along the way being overrun. Anyway, by some chance we discover that one our of friends, Drew, was still alive and fighting in some infamously plagued town all by himself. Drew is one of those conspiracy spreading, government hating, ever paranoid of zombie/vampire/whatever the hell invasions. He happens to have a knife/sword collection above his bed just in case.

I myself volunteered for the job of going out to rescue him, and asked for volunteers. There were very few, as the town rescue was seen as suicide. Around five of us eventually set out to save him, but with hope already seeming lost, the tone was rather somber (and, well, zombie apocalypses aren't exactly rainbows either). However, soon enough, on our car trip towards the village (all armed with guns and such) more joined us for the cause. Our meager group soon swelled to around ten. Joy was most apparent when we got more weaponry and know-how, because my friend Drew joined the group. We set off again, now in high spirits until it dawned on me completely.

Drew was the one we were trying to save.
 
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