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What’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?
I’ll start, though mine was slightly more night terror than dream! One night last year I was dreaming that I was looking around my grandparents old house, except that there was an extra bit of house at the back, behind where the stairs were, so I went to explore it when suddenly a ghost jumped out and grabbed me by the wrists! I could physically feel something holding my wrists too, I remember physically shaking myself to wake up! Had to sleep with the door ajar for a few weeks afterwards too!
Wow! It must be like having a constant animation going on in your head while you're trying to sleep! Do you find that the vivid dreams prevent you from getting a decent sleep? It's bad that you're left with all the emotional feelings from your 'eventful' dreams though, how do you deal with that?
Mr Plastic clearly has a vivid imagination.
Wow! That's another interesting one! It must be amazing to have such a vivid dream world?
It's exhausting living multiple real and false lives that all load in as 'real'. You sort-of get used to it - some are quite nice - although some are just nasty & horrible like when I'm being mentally abused by people - even my own brain abuses me!
It is sometimes! Another one I've just thought of is trying to run and feeling very slow, but then dropping onto all 4s and bounding up a dual carriageway overtaking all the cars!
I have had a few in my time!
I once dreamt that my brother and my sister-in-law had tied me up, and put a gun to my head as I was kneeling on the floor with my hands tied behind my back. I glanced up as the trigger was pulled, and then I woke up.
Another time, I dreamt that we had won the lottery. I was with my family at a big party, we were all toasting the the win. Suddenly, a voice from nowhere said "Now all you need to do is wake up!". I did wake up and realised that it was just a dream, talk about an anticlimax!
I had an opposite one this morning - the end part of one of my dreams was we ended up in a grotty 70s pub on a council estate - it was busy for a lunchtime and they had a disco/performance area in the far corner all painted matt black and we were standing near there around a long, tall table. The far side had drawers in it. Along come 3 young girls who were going to be giving a demonstration that evening of complicated bondage - they were really rough looking. As I was the nearest, they volunteered me to be their practice bunny and I remember laughing at all their cheapo Anne-Summers gear coming out of the drawers and the fact they didn't seem able to tie knots properly. I remember getting all tied up and feeling so comfortable in this predicament that I fell asleep in this position within my own dream. Anti-climax and then some....
I remember waking up within the dream and the pub was empty and I'd been untied and left on the floor sound asleep for the afternoon. Even their dirty, smelly carpet was quite comfy.
The dreams that I used to get when I was on Mirtazapine were definitely the oddest, some of them seeming like they had lasted for days, and extremely memorable afterwards - I wrote a couple of them down, as they amazed me so much (I very rarely remember dreams usually).
In one, I was in a seaside village and noticed that everyone was walking off to the beach, so I followed them. When I got there, the beach looked like the aftermath of a huge WW2 battle - there were burned out wrecks of aeroplanes, tanks, and ships everywhere, all populated by the skeletons of their unfortunate occupants. The people of the village had gone there to talk them, and I knew somehow that this was a regular part of village life, and that the skeletons were the villagers' relatives. There was no feeling at all of this being frightening, morbid, or a religious/remembrance ritual of any kind, and the conversations were perfectly ordinary idle chit-chat - the people of the village seemed to have gone there just to give the dead servicemen a bit of company.
Possibly the oddest one involved a ridiculously long journey; for what purpose I did not know. It involved swimming the channel alongside huge ships, hitch-hiking in a van of Rastafarians, travelling through bizarre tunnels like ancient catacombs, a city made entirely out of Escher-like flights of steps, and several other equally bizarre stages. The ending was oddest of all - I found myself sitting in an allotment which had indoor furniture, watching the previous parts of the dream again on television as I recounted my incredible journey to a bunch of my friends, unable to convince any of them that it had really happened.
That seems like quite a bad nightmare! Did you struggle to get back to sleep afterwards?
Aw! The second one seems like a dream that would have been nice to carry over in reality!
Lots of people seem to have lots of really vivid dreams!
Your first dream seems oddly reconciled rather than scary. I think if I had a dream like this, I'd wake up wondering what it all meant?
Your second dream sounds amazing, it must have been a really vivid tour of culture even though it was just a dream. Escher's work is brilliant too!