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The Dream of the Giant Fractal Woodlouse.

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On top of all the other nosy threads out there about food and books and Mormons etc I thought it would be interesting to log any really weird dreams we may have and comments on them.

I’ll start the ball rolling with the thread namer (feel free to name your posts after your dreams).

Last night I dreamt I was cleaning a Kitchen which was not my own.

I opened up a cupboard to clear it but it was almost empty.

I got a dustpan and brush and knocked into it a dark shape tucked at the back obscured by shadow.

It was quite heavy so I lowered the dustpan to the floor.

Dangling over the edge of the dustpan and about the size of a toilet lid was a giant woodlouse.

If that wasn’t strange enough it seemed to be budding smaller woodlice (ranging from hand sized to about the size a regular woodlouse).

I wasn’t frightened by this thing but a bit weirded out.

One of the budding woodlice had broken off from it’s mother and was scuttling across the wet floor.

I scooped her up with the dustpan and the mother gave a screech.

I tried to explain to her I meant no harm and put her baby outside in the garden.

I then went to pick up the mother. She got spooked and folded herself and her remaining babies into a black square (roughly the size of folded bath towel).

Her antennae wiggled around and she looked like a leather telly.

I popped her outside and she unfurled and darted off to the shelter of the treeline.

When I woke up I believed she was real for a few minutes and hoped one day to see that giant fractal woodlouse again.

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I have wonderfully bizarre dreams. Problem is I often forget the details of them, and eventually only recalling the feelings they inspired along with a few isolated images.

I do have recurring dreams, though, of going back to my high school in search of either the only girl I ever loved or the graduation photo which would have contained her picture. In either case, my search is usually fruitless and ends in failure, though there are a few exceptions. The dreams aren't the same, though, and events always unfold in different ways, often with some weird paranormal or supernatural stuff going on behind the scenes.

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More nocturnal insanity.

Every now and then I dream I live in a house that opens out via French Windows onto a shingle beach.

This time I casually looked were the windows were and saw the sea had risen half way up the glass (good glass... really good seal).

I could see sea weed and fish floating by the door handle and a number of shapes bobbed by.

I suddenly realised they were sheep and at least one donkey grasping breath as they came up for air looking in through the doors desperately trying to get in.

I was arguing with myself as to if I should let in the flood and try to save the poor creatures at the risk of being swept away with them when I woke up.

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Not so much a dream but a bizarre waking audio hallucination.

As I was stirring from my slumbers I heard the voice of my better half declare in astonishment, "Mum, They've shot down four more planes!" from downstairs.

He would have been at work for a couple of hours at that point.

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I've had that loads of time all my life, you really can see where the belief in alien/demonic abduction comes from when it happens.

On the plus side I have lucid dreams too.

Playing video games has given me the skills to drive in my lucid dreams, I've got a rusty pale blue VW Beetle but I'm always worried the dream cops will find out I haven't got a license. I can also run at super speed on all fours and glide on thermals.

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Bingowings said:

...I can also run at super speed on all fours and glide on thermals.

 I have that in my dreams all the time. I'm running, then I find that I can use my hands to kind of propel myself forward. Not really running on all fours I guess, just using it as a boost. Some times I can soar through the air, but I have to use telephone / lights poles, ect to shove off of for speed and to keep flying.

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I remember one from a few years ago. My car broke down, but Fozzy Bear pulled up alongside me and offered me a ride to the Muppet house where Gene Wilder fixed my car.

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Last night, I dreamed that I met darth_ender while on holidays down south. For some reason, my family decided that it was a good idea to stick my younger brother in kindergarten there, just for the holiday, and it turns out that one of d_e's kids went to the same kindergarten. I picked up my little brother at the same time he picked up his kid. I don't know how I knew who he was, but I did, and said hi. He, of course, immediately guessed who I was. He seemed like a very unenthusiastic kind of guy, but he invited me over to his house, where we did...nothing. I have no clue what happened to my little brother, but I guess I forgot to take him with me or something, because he disappeared. When the dream ended, I think I was just sitting around in ender's house feeling bored.

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Well, I certainly had a strange dream this morning. Or perhaps it was dreams; with the non-linear way my mind dreams, it's impossible to tell.

It began with Daniel Jackson and Samantha Carter from Stargate SG-1 getting trapped inside a virtual reality simulation of an elevator (if elevators came equipped with several rooms, corridors, and windows which looked out onto the street). Basically, they could only escape the simulation if they inflicted tremendous pain on either themselves or another person trapped in the simulation; if the damage they dealt was too great, though, they could end up killing the recipients in the real world. So, instead of tossing some balding guy through a window like they originally planned, they ended up burning themselves or something along those lines to get out of the simulation.

From there, the dream changed to focus on a woman in a car (I think it was a station wagon) who was being followed by a malevolent alien in a car (also a station wagon, I believe) who was wearing a one-piece, head-concealing olive green bodysuit and a Cyclops-type visor. Somehow, though, that one alien became two bizarre aliens in bronze spacesuits with telescoping stilt-like legs.

Finally, the dream became a bizarre Green Lantern movie. Green Lantern was played by Jim Carrey, who looked exactly like the Riddler from Batman Forever save for the absense of question marks on his costume. Having failed as a superhero, he was bouncing from one minimum wage-paying job to another in search of steady employment. At one point in the dream he got folded into a giant quesadilla or taco.

The dream started coming to a close when Carrey Lantern got inside the flexible rubber walls of an elevator(!) where he saw the outline of two men swap chewing gum while making out with one another(!); thinking one of them was a woman, he got aroused. As that happened, though, Carrey Lantern got stuck in one of the rubber walls, leaving it up to one of the men -- who had a pocket knife on him -- to cut Carrey Lantern free. The man cut him free, and Carrey Lantern came out looking like a silver-purple rubber banana man. At that point the dream came to a close and I woke up.

To end this strange recollection on an even stranger note, I was woken up by one of my adult cats, who was kneading and sucking on one of my armpits like it was a teat.

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I so very rarely remember any of my dreams. I used to have fairly regular recurring dreams about Jurassic Park (which mostly involved running from dinosaurs and sometimes being killed, and one time involved talking velociraptors in cages) and another themepark that was Disneyland but with zoo elements and really weird.

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DuracellEnergizer said:

That kind of reminds me of the few times I've suffered sleep paralysis. It's unnerving as hell, to say the least.

 A friend of mine was recently explaining his experiences with this. it all sounds pretty terrifying.

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I have had almost every kind of sleep condition, sleep walking, talking in my sleep, lucid dreams, night terrors, apnea but sleep paralysis just knocks all that into a cocked hat.

Being totally aware, not being able to call out, not being able to move, only seeing random patterns and having the sensation of something being in the room watching you.

Demonic and UFO abduction scenarios do not surprise me.

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Johnny Ringo said:

DuracellEnergizer said:

That kind of reminds me of the few times I've suffered sleep paralysis. It's unnerving as hell, to say the least.

 A friend of mine was recently explaining his experiences with this. it all sounds pretty terrifying.

Was reading a Reddit thread where people were describing their experiences. Horror films have nothing on some of these things. Absolutely horrifying, and, as Bingo said, it's very obvious to see that's where ghost stories, demonic possession, and alien abduction stories come from.

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A number of days ago, I had a dream where I watched a movie with red-and-cyan colour grading (You know, like the early Technicolor movies from the '20s.)

about a man who killed his wife with a purple plastic pie cutter 

[It's not purple, but you get the picture.]

after she found out he was having an affair with her identical twin sister. The twins -- played by the Canadian actress Lauren Lee Smith

-- had pretty much the exact same haircuts Julie Christie sported in the film adaptation of Fahrenheit 451.

Oh, and after the husband did the deed, he did a shitty job of covering up his tracks, leaving fingerprints everywhere.

Damn, now that I think about it, I wish that was a real movie, blatant similarities with Rear Window notwithstanding.

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I had a dream two nights ago that basically played out like a movie.

The plot was about a race of aliens who, fed up with the way humanity had despoiled the planet, altered the sun into a dim green star which had begun to emit mutagenic radiation which was turning everyone on the planet into homicidal lunatics. Once everyone had slaughtered each other in a great orgy of blood, the radiation of the green sun then would act as an evolutionary accelerant to help produce a new sentient species to act as humanity's successors.

George C. Scott was in a starring role with Brad Dourif supporting.

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Had two separate dreams last night. One was relatively normal, the other ... not so much.

In the first dream, I met and got to know Jennifer Connelly. In this dream universe, she was an artist, and together we helped design a cover for a album either she was putting together or I was (if the dream ever explained whose album it was, I don't recall). Then we made a short film together (I accidentally sat on the Laserdisc(?) it was burned to and broke it into the shape of Batman's emblem). Finally, at the end, she kissed me (she had nice, full lips).

The second dream was far more surreal and abstract. It involved me evading robbers robbing a video store and gangstas going on a shooting spree to travel into alternate futures and realities to prevent something of Lovecraftian proportions from happening to the world. I think Deborah Harry was my spiritual guide in this dream, though I'm far from certain. I also met Kurt Cobain, who never really died but became some kind of insane Hindu-like ascetic who had taken a pair of nun-like women as wives. The dream came to an end with me having to choose one of a countless number of dimensional portals to step through; the right portal would return me to Earth in the proper place and time while the others would leave me stranded in other worlds and/or times with little to no possibility of escape.

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Had a particularily creepy dream early this morning where I ventured into an ancient, run-down, moss-covered house, where I was subsequently attacked and vampirized by a vampire who looked like a dessicated Whoopi Goldberg.

Honestly, why can't modern horror films have even half as much cool imagery and atmosphere as my dreams? Should I ever reach my goal of becoming a director one day, I must make a short film based on this one.

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I don't know if I'd go with Whoopi for the vampire when you get to that, but you do you man, you do you.

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I had a nightmare that I was in my college band and my high school band teacher was conducting it. 

So you wanna be a rock ‘n’ roll star?

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