Those most Memorable Dreams

Where to begin, lets say that often my dreams feel like an extension of reality, almost a night world compared to the day world. Often I would dream about UFOs floating me outside my hometown house window, and floating desktops and mice. I'm very impressionable, and often when I would play video games, I would dream about the same thing. And yet the more I thought about things, the more such things would manifest in the real world.

And thus, I've tended to self-censor my thoughts, knowing that what I think about might become reality. But I used to dream about nuclear war, the nature of politics, silhouettes and shadows in my room. I once when I was a kid dreamed of being alone in my grandmother's house, and seeing a UFO in the driveway. And I heard marching bootsteps. I hid, and suddenly the door opened.

I find that I'm actually able to taste flavors in my dreams, with the caveat that often I find my favorite dish is just outside of reach, itself moving on its own to the next doughnut shop next door.

 

I had a very wyrd dream last night. I was writing in the dream, as if I was recording something that seemed like the creation of a new universe or a new planet or a new life. In the dream, I wrote 'He' in relation to the act of creation, but then wanted to change it to something else, but 'She' nor 'They' didn't fit. There was a choir of some sort singing [it sounded almost like the Tenth Doctor’s theme from Doctor Who], and muted flashes of pale red and green and other colours.

 

I've concluded that spicy tofu for supper is the key to having weird dreams. I'm not sure why.
Last night I had three sequential dreams, but the first might be the most important.
The first dream was entirely in the first person. I was either on a spaceship or a space station of some kind, and everything was sterile and white. Apparently I was being prepared for a space journey of some kind, and I was very frightened. There were women who looked like nurses, dressed in white, and one approached me with a very big hypodermic needle in her hand. I managed to ask, “Is there some freezing gel I could have first, please?’, or something to that effect, and the nurse obligingly smeared some on my left arm. I didn’t feel the needle, or look at it. Then I had to climb into a very small space capsule of some kind, and I was very nervous and a little afraid because it was barely big enough for me to fit into. I said ‘I’m afraid of confined spaces’, which is odd because I’m not usually. I lay down in the capsule, and the lid started to go down, and I nearly started to panic, but then the needle started to take effect, and there was this blank grey interlude in which I wasn’t aware of anything. It was more...not unpleasant than falling asleep; it’s hard to find the right word for it. I woke up in the dream as the lid was going up, and I had arrived at my destination and was being greeted by many kind and friendly people.

 

I'm going to have tofu again tonight, since there's leftovers, and I'll report back tomorrow.
I have absolutely no idea. There didn't seem to be any haste in the matter. I didn't see the planet, either, and the people/extraterrestrials who greeted me were indistinct enough that I can't recall what they looked like. The nurses at the beginning seemed human enough.

 

You were being put into cryo for a long space journey, or that's what it sounds like

 

^Seemed like it to me, too.

 

The thing is, the space dream felt complete real. I could feel everything, even the non-feeling when the needle took hold. It's a bit unnerving, actually.

 

One of my more disturbing dreams actually happened last night. Most of it was a random garble of stuff my brain had absorbed from the waking world, but the last scene truly frightened me.

A girl was standing in a room, with a whole bunch of wooden crates and rickety-looking ladders around her, when this guy walked in. He was dressed all in black, and he had a mannequin-sort of face (chalk-white, indentations for eyes, a nose, and a mouth). He said to the girl, his voice eerily calm, "You didn't do what I told you." She tried to act brave and shrugged, saying, "It wasn't right." Then these two or three... things came in. They didn't look human, more like humanoid monsters with horns and red eyes and these weird pointed beards (they reminded me of evil fauns, but a lot creepier looking). Strangely enough, with every step they took, they looked more and more human, until they were completely human. Then they started walking in circles around her, chating in some horrible language -- it sounded awful, like something that shouldn't exist, even in nightmares -- and as they chanted, the gradually returned to their monster form. Then the scene switched to me, and the image was on the TV, and even though I couldn't turn it off or mute it, I managed to fast-forward and cover my ears. I only caught snippets of the sound afterward, but the chanting was horrible, and it was such a relief when the TV turned off after the scene. Then, shaking, I turned to a family member who was standing next to me and said, "That... why did they have to put that in? The movie was fine without it. They totally ruined the movie." Then I woke up. Not my most pleasant dream, I can tell you that!

 

Well, I'm not sure if beef stew could cause any sort of dreams like that, but I do know that I'll never turn that one into a story. It was waaay too creepy, and that's an understatement. Not sure what caused it, but I did see a rather creepy image of the evil, nose-less guy from Harry Potter earlier in the day, so maybe that influenced the dream (mannequin man?). Either way, it's never getting written down again. Those chants... so glad I can't remember them, but ugh, they were awful!

 

Your way of distancing yourself is much nicer than mine... for me, I always suddenly myself watching the scene on TV. Sometimes I can cover my ears, or close my eyes, or fast-forward the scene, but I've never been able to turn the TV off completely. Other times, if the dream is really bad, another part of my brain sends the "wake-up" signal before it can get any worse. I've never been transported to a castle and flower garden - so jealous!

 

Lately been having increasingly realistic dreams. So when people say dreams are in the fantasy genre, I'm often confused by what they mean: mine tend to be things likely to happen, that never do.

 

I usually remember my dreams well and write them down when I wake up, so I have a whole wealth of good dreams on my phone and in my old dream journal. There's one that still sticks with me the most, though.
I haven't put down the exact words I used to recount the dream originally, but mostly because they were typo-ridden and in some slang/abbreviations. I had just woken up, after all. It gets a bit weird at times too.

I had a dream that this entire town was under the control of this group of about 5 original people, the rest being recruited. They posed as some sort of book club and tempted people to join by promising good food and a tight-knit group of friends. They held strange readings and performances to promote their club.
One day I decided to join despite the creepiness. They gave me a gift basket of various treats which they encouraged me to eat, then we sat down and read a book. I wasn't really focusing on it but the book itself seemed strange.

At this point I was a bit uneasy, finally getting put off by all the weirdness. Then, another woman who seemed to have figured out what was going on claimed she felt sick and asked to leave. But, one of the original members gave a really creepy smile and said, "Don't worry, you can sleep over in the Dark Room and you'll feel better."
Then the original member lead the one who was doubting the group up the stairs despite her protests. This was when I realised I wasn't going to get out with politeness.

I stood up and ran out of the house and down the hill it was on, terrified out of my wits. I ended up on a nearby beach. But they were fast and they caught me, and then brought me back to the house. Now they knew that I knew. The gift basket they had given me probably had some sort of drugs in it to calm me down but I hadn't eaten any of it. They had to get rid of me before I could tell the others. They took me into a room alone and told me they were going to 'bring me to another country, tie me up, and throw me into the crashing waves'.
At this point, I was terrified but there was nothing I could do.

So they tied me up and put me in the trunk of their car. They drove for a few hours until they stopped at some sort of sports stadium for some reason. I sat alone on a seat but they hadn't tied me up so I started running. I lept over two people I didn't recognise and one of them tried to shoot me. She was wearing strangely shoddy clothing and was bald and injured.
Then for some reason, the dream switched to her perspective.

Her master was also in the way that she had shot (?). He brought her into the janitor's closet and she started crying. But they were the 'good guys', apparently, and wanted to stop the book club but were in it so they wouldn't be hunted and killed.
He then reveals that the entire world has been taken over the club and that this town was only the hub of it. He was in charge of developing some of the chemicals to make people feel numb and co-operative but altered them a little so some people could see beyond the illusion. He told the others in the book club that this was an error that could not be fixed. The rate of people seeing beyond the illusion was actually rather common, around one in five. But, the people around them would influence their actions so much that they'd barely notice.

...And that's all I dreamt. My dreams seem to use a few cliches, but I'm sure this could be turned into something if given correct treatment, especially the strangely vivid characters.

 

I've been having exceptionally vivid dreams lately, though all of my dreams are vivid, to be honest.

 

Last night I dreamed that I was at a place that was like a hotel lobby, with darkened colours [sort of burgundy]. I was approached by a short haired, dark-haired boy who hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head. I didn't flinch or pull away, so I must have known him. I felt...well, safe. He even gave me his name. Then suddenly I was in this white-walled house in which every available space was taken up by built-in bookshelves and scads of books. The upper parts of the house were warm and sunny and had lots of windows, and various eccentric people seemed to be living in the nooks and crannies. There were various objects amongst or on the shelves as well, including a lamp with a sculpted unicorn for a base and a circular orange sphere like the seed of a Chinese lantern. I seemed to be looking for the boy, and more than once had to hide in the lower, darkened parts of the house to apparently avoid unwanted attention. It was almost like the traditional fairy tale hero quest, only gender-inverted. I eventually found him, along with a rich, aristocratic lady who seemed to be his mother. She may have challenged me to read every book in the house before she would consider marriage proposals, but that last bit might have been my imagination after I woke up.

 

I don't know why this is my most memorable dream because it is so short, but I had this dream when I was 5-ish and I still remember it so it must be important.

I am a little kid in New York, in the great depression, it's winter and I need a new coat. We don't have much money so my mom can't just take me to a normal store. We go through an alleyway and my mom doesn't want us to be seen by anyone so we keep having to stop because our feet are crunching in the snow and making a lot of noise. Finally we get to a little staircase/fire escape and climb up it to find the entrance to the store.

The store is really dark inside and there is only a desk and two racks of fur coats. I want to play with the coats, but my mom won't let go of my hand, she seems really worried for some reason.

The store owner arrives and my mother barters with her over the price of the coat. I look outside and see a little boy and I want to play with him so I run to the door and when I open it he is gone.

The dream ends with my mom making me wear the fur coat and leading me outside.

The dream is so odd, in that at 5 years old I had never even been to New York or learned about the great depression, I am almost convinced it must have been a book that I read and I just remember it as a dream. The really strange thing is that at 5 I was positive this was neither a dream or a book, but a memory, so one day I asked my mom if we would ever go back to the coat shop and she was really confused.