Strange Dreams: The "Somebody get this guy some Therapy" thread.
 

So last night i had this wierd dream...

I was sitting in the front row at Wrestlemania, and it was a match between Guile and E. Honda from Street Fighter. As if that wasn't wierd enough, there was a guest referee, Snake from Metal Gear Solid. While Guile and E. Honda beat the shit out of each other, Snake ran around with a box on. Eventually, Guile and E. Honda both fell to the ground, unconscious. So what does Snake do? He starts doing MAGIC TRICKS!!! And that's when i woke up.

About a month ago, i had another strange dream. This one, however, is alot more disturbing. So i'll spoiler it.

It started off fine, except for that my two brothers were named Earl and James. Now, those two are up in James's room playing video games while i'm downstairs eating breakfast. My mom says to me "Can you go upstairs and get those two for breakfast?" So i go upstairs and knock on his door. Nothing. So i open the door and what i see disgusts me. A pentagram on the floor made of Earl's entrails. A small chest covered in human skin in the middle of the pentagram. Earl's mutilated corpse, dead, in the corner of the room. And James himself, horribly disfigured from trying to take out his own organs, huddled up on his bloody bed. He looks at me, points at Earl, and screams "WHY AM I LIKE HIM!?!?!?!?!?!?"

And then i awoke.

I'd have to say, thats almost DFM comic worthy.

Well, Guile and E. Honda are probably a representation of you and someone/thing you feel you're having trouble with. Snake might be a mutual friend who's done absolutely nothing to help from "being in a box" (i.e. being unaware) or avoiding it. The fact that the fighters had a draw/both lost could mean you feel your struggle is one with no good end result, and the fact that Snake did magic tricks indicates a lack of awareness or caring for the issue, or a result they feel is good.

Alternatively, it might just be you like both characters and feel Snake is a pansy, but that might be more reserved for Raiden.


As for your second dream, the brothers likely represent people close to you who you feel are headed for disaster. The fact that one dies and one is in the process indicates that there may still be at least some hope to save them. The line uttered might be because that person realizes something is wrong, or might be because they're being dragged down or saw things go too far that they started. The pentagram, while only a sign of warding, is often associated with evil by those not aware of the meaning, and the fact it was made from the one's guts indicates self-destruction or being injured by the other. The chest might be the prize they were after. Really, all that I have here is speculation. You'll need to sort it out in the context of what you remember.

I think you might want to talk to someone, or refrain from eating mini wheats before bedtime.

You think thats strange? Try this on for size, had it while napping a couple days ago and I typed it up in a file before I forgot it.

It takes place in a large mansion type house. This particular 'house' served two purposes. One purpose was a sort of dorm for troubled boys around the age of 16 to 20. The other purpose was to save others from the boys and from themselves.

I don't know what the outside was like as I didn't see it. The inside though was of rough hewn stone blocks with gaps between them in some places. thick lacquered oak doors warped in some places with blackened iron peeping grates on 'em if the person inside were so inclined to peek out in some places was a little newer so there was of a dank atmosphere. But for the most part the place was pretty grim in it's surroundings

I was something of a caretaker of the place working alongside the owner and his wife, though they boys called them the Wardens out of spite. The others and I had a tentative understanding with each other. I left them to do what it is they do, and they left me to tend to the place. A job few would do much less do it for a long time, so they respected me in that manner. Often I'd see them facing corners listening to me shuffle by while watching me through the eyes of their chained canine pets.
There was two known stories to this place: the main floor where everybody lived and the underfloor. The underfloor was completely off limits, by rules spoken and unspoken, but there'd always be those that defied those rules and went down there through the old rickety victorian style elevator. again, two stories known. 'cause only the first underfloor was known to people who dared to go down there..any further and the rest is quieted. 'Cept for me, but I knew better than to talk about it. They needed me to......clean up...after they've dealt with a wandering soul.
Think a creature of bipedal qualities. but with skin the sheen and texture of semi-dried crude oil. sloped shoulders with long thick arms that reach down to the knees of their stunted legs and a slightly elongated torso. Thick mess of long hair always covering their face except for an emotionless mouth filled with wide alaster teeth. apply the same qualities to the other-dogs.
I would wander throughout the night making sure all the doors were properly locked and making my way past all the others staring into corners or stumping along staring at me, the ceiling, the floor, or at the doors. then one of the dogs looked over at me and barked, though it was more of a NRAH!, and I was looking at myself through the eyes of one of the children the others got to. lower half chewed off and sealed with some sort of oily goo, pulling the body forward on hands that only had a few fingers left. Imitating the bark of NRAH!

Then my vision was mine again and there was nothing there.
then I made it back to my quarters, locked every sort of lock imaginable and then some, shuffled over to my big cushy chair. Fell asleep to the fading bark of Nrah!

I have the occasional pseudo-apocalyptic dream, two of which I can recall somehow.

The first is rather brief - some random friends of mine and I are running around an abandoned airfield for some reason when suddenly there's this hugely bright flash behind me. I turn around to see a nuclear mushroom cloud rising into the air some distance away. Immediately I think, Wait, a nuke? Totally not happening. And immediately I wake up.

The next one is noticeably creepier. I'm standing on my driveway, facing toward the backyard and the golf course beyond it. It's nighttime, but somehow the ground is lit well enough. The sky, however, is all black and purple, and these ridiculous lightning bolts are striking the ground in the distance every now and then. When one does, the sky around the point it appears to originate from bends downward, sort of like poking a sheet of plastic wrap with a dull pencil. Then comes the bolt itself, a gigantic pillar of light that appears and disappears within a second. I just sort of stand there in awe until the sky almost right above me begins to bend downward. I barely even notice at first as the gigantic bolt strikes only a few feet away and knocks me on my back. I don't remember what happened after that...

^I'm not too good at interpreting dreams. Sounds creepy... I hate having dreams like that.
EDIT: Damn. Ninja'd. Above is referring to Skweeb's dream.

I don't usually remember my dreams, but this one has a bit of a lighter tone. I "woke up" from my bed during the night, seeing a light on the wall sort of like what you would see coming from a jack-o-lantern on Halloween. You know... tilted, pointy eyes, jagged mouth... that kind of thing. Then I realized it was the reflection of light coming from outside my window, and the source of the light was a giant robot.

I tried to scream, but couldn't, and realizing this, ran out the door. Halfway out the door, I realized how strange this was. Having a sudden urge to look at my hand, I noticed that it was distorted and bent, and I realized that I was dreaming. At this point, I flew out of my window, blew up the robot with laser beam eyes, and landed on the ground.

Some goblin-ish creatures with heads resembling Jack Thompson's came after me with exacto-knives, but then I took the knives and threw them at the creatures. Then I flew away.

I was having fun, so I asked someone in the dream how to make myself stay longer (at around this point I started losing touch with reality again), and they told me to ask "Margot." I remember thinking, "Margot! Of course!" though I now forget who Margot was. During my search for this person, my dream kind of faded.

Last dream I can remember:

I'm lying in my bed, everything I can see is exactly like it should be, its dark so i could only see the small area my alarm clock lit. Only two things are wrong. First, I'm on the edge of my bed where I never fall asleep. Secondly, right on the edge of that dim light in one spot its a lot darker than anywhere else without illumination. That dark spot is about half a foot from my face. My night vision is getting better, I can make out that its a face, as if someone is kneeling by my bed. The face inches just close enough to be illuminated by my clock. Its a wooden mask of a demon, not even scary. Still, I jolt straight up out of sleep and find that I was laying on the edge of the bed.

Which actually reminds me of another:

Again, on the edge of the bed. I had a trundle bed during this time, and the second half was always stored under the first. There was a gap big enough for a cat to slide in as long as it stayed completely flat. I hear paper ripping, right at the bottom of the bed. Very methodical, one long, slow rip every few seconds. I pull a bit closer to the edge, the ripping stops. Something crawls into the space between the beds. Something big, as I could feel my matress bulging up as it crawled underneath me. The thing is I could've sworn the ripping sound woke me up.

Yeah, me and the edge of the bed don't mix. I always seem to dream when I'm barely sleeping and usually can't tell I'm dreaming. Its usually nightmares. All my dreams suck - always me getting some sequel to a game that will never be made, crazy crossover games, or new consoles as presents. Always in mass quantities. Always things that will never exist.

edit: mammothtank's post actually reminded me of another one I had. This one is cool but sucks at the end.

In the street, my own neighborhood. The place is deserted, some houses are burning. I have a gun and I run into one of the houses up the street. Never been there in real life. I run up the stairs, into a room on the left. Dead body on the floor, I hide in the closet, one of those accordion types. Noises, movement - something in the doorway, following me. It shuffles slowly, lurching into the room. A zombie. I'm sweating, I think I reached into a pocket at that point. Its coming straight towards the closet, straight towards me. I'm frantically searching pockets. Why? My gun is empty. And so are my pockets. I woke up before it got to the closet, with that realization I have no bullets.

Okay, so I had this dream. This was when I was a kid, so keep in mind that the details are a little faded.

Okay, so I'm in my house. I'm not sure if I'm actually in the dream, but I seem to be following my sister from the third person perspective. Anywho, suddenly, people are turning into these little, cartoon beetles wearing a red baseball cap. And that's all I remember.

I honestly don't know what that means.

...why do I never have dreams like this?

Hmm...I'm drawing a blank when I try to interpret this one. I wonder what it could possibly mean!

This one time when I was little, I lived in a smaller house with a bookshelf built into a wall. Well, in the dream, I woke up and somehow knew about a secret passage behind the bookshelf. I pushed it and sure enough, there was a secret room. A mummy who resembled a combination of the Crypt Keeper and Michelen Man (I was terrified of Michelen Man) popped out. He said, "Nu uh!" I said "Yu huh!"
"Nu uh!"
"Yu huh!"
It was bizarre