Last night I had this dream I'm at a museum which is located 2 blocks from where I live, and for some reason the museum was located at a very old countryside farm, and I was with this tour group seeing a place where the supposedly kept the slaves during the 17th century and stuff, you know? Everything kinda old and made of stone and falling apart, and we are at the outside, and suddenly this horse comes towards me, and he seems to be trying to talk to someone next to me, and the horse makes this huge effort and suddenly he shakes hands (or pawn) with this faceless person next to me. So the horse is making this human sounds, like someone saying "mmm, mmm", without being able to speak, and is getting in a human-like shape. And it starts to comunicate with me, doing mimes, and I'm like "Ok, first word... I! I, yes... I want... No... I am! Ok, I am... I am human?", and the horse gets into a humanesque shape, like a woman. So I have to make this horse get into that old house we're standing next to, and I get in with the female-horse-human thing, and there's this butler dressed as a 17th century person with white wig and flamboyant clothes, and he lets us in but he is looking down to us as if he was saying "who are these filthy, horrible people?", and the horse is suddenly a man poorly dressed, and he walks into a room with a water cooler and drinks a lot of water, and I let him drink it because he must be thirsty and stuff... And I woke up.
As a small kid I had this terrible nightmare I was being chased down by Jason, you know, from the movies, and he has a chainsaw, and he breaks a glass dor and runs after me, and I'm scared, and he is chasing me in this big room with a huge tree in the middle, and the tree has these huge roots which sustain the tree, so it kinda lifts for itself, with a space bellow the tree. So Jason is chasing me with the chainsaw and we run in circles around the tree, and I'm tired and I know he's going to catch me so I try to hide under the tree, crouching, and 2 seconds later he finds me and with one move he cuts me in half... and I woke up...
As a teen I had this other nightmare where me and a close friend were at this airport, and there was this airshow going on, and I was supposed to make this freefall jump with a parachute, but I don't feel like doing it, so I give my parachute to him, and he gets into that small plane, and I'm looking at the plane taking off at this little cafe inside the airport, drinking some coffee and stuff. So he jumps out of the plane, and I see him falling, but his chute never opens! And he keeps falling and I'm all like "shit! that was supposed to be me, that was my chute!", so he falls and hits the land kinda far from where I am, and I panic... and I woke up.
A few years ago, this was one of the most bizarre dreams: I was at this TV station where they were taping one of those local morning TV shows, you know? With hosts and news and a couch and a window behind them and stuff. And they have the volleyball team who had won the golden meddal at the olimpic games with them. Suddenly, a terrorist or a bad guy or whatever comes in and takes everyone hostage on live TV, the volleyball team and the TV host - who is a real news show host over here - are all close together, so the TV show host tells the terrorist that he is going to be the only hostage, and he must allow everyone to leave and take just him as hostage, and everyone on the TV station is like "no, don't do that, this is foolish", and suddenly there's this mess and the volleyball team is running around, and everyone is running, and I can't see what's going on and we hear shots, and suddenly we see the TV show host on the floor, he was shot and he is bleeding and having these convultions, and I get so filled with hate and with to revenge, I just want to kill the bad guy right then... but I woke up before that...