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[Kilroy the Grand]

Dreams like that are your brain's way of saying "You're asleep"... because you could never do something this awesome in real life, and your brain hates you.

Finished that for you.

A few days ago I dreamed that my dog was still alive, I spent most of the dream just hugging him, then I woke up.

My brain is an unbelievable asshole.

[Gamerlord]

Your dreams are cool. In mine I usually destroy the world by unleashing some horrible creature of hate and darkness from within my mind. It kills everyone else and then comes after me. Not fun when I'm running through a dead city trying to get away from a shapeshifting mass of sentient darkness.

[Ehndras]

Haven't remembered a dream in years.

I used to lucid dream all the time as a kid and teen, dreaming of leading everything from strike teams in massive alien cities inspired by Final Fantasy, to leading massive populations in civil wars, undead/alien invasions, and other such things. I was always given the burden of leadership, without wanting it, and tried to do all in my power to save as many people as possible while attempting to decipher the cause of the particular situation's danger.

That and weird bouts of pornographic dreams. I remember this one WEEEEIRD dream where I chased a beautiful dark-skinned nude woman through a multi-dimensional 'haunted' house until I finally found my way into the yard, where she beckoned me toward her and bent over. As I approached her, I caressed her naked body and just as I was about to go 'diving', I woke up.

I had the most massive dose of WTF that I've ever felt to this day because a) I don't usually like dark-skinned women, b) the dream made absolutely no god damn sense and 3) Creepy transdimensional porn dream? DAFUQ?

[runlvlzero]

Oddly enough, I was plagued by horrible nightmares as a kid...

But normally I am pretty much 'the powerful one' in all my dreams now. Occasionally I'll meat my match like in this last dream. If I die in my dreams and stay asleep long enough, I usually instantly go into lucid mode at that point. I've had a few good ones were I can fly around and manifest just about anything.

I do extremely rarely have those dreams were your trying to do something, but can never make it happen. Like find your wallet, or get home... Damn that is nightmarish. Give me a thousand deaths to tentacle demons any day of the week, over dreaming about trying to do boring day to day stuff over days or hours. I've even done this in a semi lucid state sometimes, and no matter what I did or manifested my dream would throw something back at me to challenge myself even harder.

Haven't remembered a dream in years.

I used to lucid dream all the time as a kid and teen, dreaming of leading everything from strike teams in massive alien cities inspired by Final Fantasy, to leading massive populations in civil wars, undead/alien invasions, and other such things. I was always given the burden of leadership, without wanting it, and tried to do all in my power to save as many people as possible while attempting to decipher the cause of the particular situation's danger.

That and weird bouts of pornographic dreams. I remember this one WEEEEIRD dream where I chased a beautiful dark-skinned nude woman through a multi-dimensional 'haunted' house until I finally found my way into the yard, where she beckoned me toward her and bent over. As I approached her, I caressed her naked body and just as I was about to go 'diving', I woke up.

I had the most massive dose of WTF that I've ever felt to this day because a) I don't usually like dark-skinned women, b) the dream made absolutely no god damn sense and 3) Creepy transdimensional porn dream? DAFUQ?

Haha, I use to have erotic dreams, but would never make it to the finish line, that's another super fustrating dream to wake up remembering the perfect women or scenario and not have any satisfaction. Now I finish every time =P I guess getting older helped that lol...

You might try some meditation or ambient/chill music (look up solfeggio harmonics) or some such crazy stuff to kick your brain into creative mode to get your dreams back. http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_srch_drd_B002LXOTOW?ie=UTF8&search-type=ss&index=digital-music&field-keywords=Source%20Vibrations <---links to amazon page were you can buy the stuff, that group Source Vibrations are good I have them on my iPod in one of my playlists for chillin, you can get them from the apple store too.

[Ehndras]

Every single one of my dreams are like that, actually. I've never had a dream that went well, or as planned. Then again, maybe that's why I love challenges, yet hate the idea of possibly failing.

[King DZA]

I envy those who have dreams containing something even resembling a consistent plot or storyline.

From what I can tell, the way my mind constructs most of my dreams is by rummaging through all of my thoughts and memories, picking several out at random, and then badly molding them together and saying, "This should keep him distracted for a while". Unfortunately, they more often then not just come out as unsettling/horrifying.

[shadenight123]

I...was like three years old in the dream. on a kiddie bike with the help-wheels. Going around the house. First room was normal, in the second there were Guardsmen of W40K fighting aliens and using furniture as improvised covers, they even had the blue shield on top of their head. Third room there was the madhatter drinking tea with frankenstein. then an alien started running after me. I pressed on the bike's pedals faster and ended up running on the left wall and then on the ceiling. Then my grandfather came out from nowhere with an old shotgun, those with only two bullets and that fire at once.
...
As I touched the finish line I woke up. On the floor.

[GalenEvil]

I usually remember the dreams about getting chased, or chasing some random ass goal. Had one about DF a month or so ago and it was odd... like real life but I was hunting clowns... I woke up with a WTF?! expression going on in my head.  Lately I have also had odd dreams when falling asleep while watching the following: Avatar-the last airbender, Elfen Lied, Taken, and the majority of the last half of Death Note. Elfen Lied really fubars my dreams tho, may be my association with the opening song that triggers things but not sure, sure is enough violence in the anime to make dreams pretty f'd up. I don't know japanese though and unless I force VLC to play the English audio I have to read everything.

Back when I played a hella lot of X: Terran Conflict put out by EgoSoft I would have some space dreams. Also when I tried remaking Asteroids... those were some of the worst. I would have all of my added in powerups like they have in top-down scrolling ship/plane games and I would get swarmed by sentient asteroids and rival asteroid breakers out to steal my points, and kill me of course, who all had the same powerups and more because they had all played the game longer than me. Really damned scary sometimes. The worst was the DF dream though; running around stealing crap because I needed it to go hunt the clowns while being worried about stealing the crap I needed... getting outside to go on my adventure and kids would come up to me and start askin questions like in FO3. "Where am I going?", "Do you think you'll come back?", "Why is the circus in town? It's not even summer..." shit like that.

I think your dream has to do with the random conquest of pixels, so go play some more games! Space Invaders wants you back!

GalenEvil

[AussieGuy]

You guys have cool dreams, I don't remember most of my dreams, but when I do it's just random things mixed together to form something that is completely stupid and doesn't make any sense. Although, when I was younger, I would have constant nightmares about tornadoes, tsunamis, murders etc. Even when I try to lucid dream it'll be boring (Although I have flown a few times when I lucid-ed it)

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I don't even have sex dreams

[Flying Dice]

Well, shit. Just had a pretty vivid dream that fits into the general category of

Brain: "You asleep, bro? All right, time for me to be awesome!"

Put briefly, I was with a group of people (around 20 or so) going to assassinate a very powerful corrupt corporate executive. We had snuck into the basement of the skyscraper he was in, and were piling into an elevator. We rode up to near the top floor, got out, and began a mad dash through a series of offices, knocking over rows of shelves and breaking through plate-glass windows with whatever was around, trying desperately to get to him before security reacted. After what would probably have translated to around ten minutes of this in realtime, we get into his office, and some of us smash him through the window-wall, letting him fall to his death, and exit through the other door. At this point, private security is waiting for us, and most of the people I'm with are gunned down. I and three others make it into an elevator and send it to a parking garage, but there's a problem: one of us took a couple shots and she's bleeding pretty badly. As the elevator ensues, we scramble to steal a car from some person who is pulling out of their spot, and speed out of the building as more private security people are rushing out of the main entrance.

 It's sort of screwed up, as I tried to climb into the driver's seat while carrying the wounded member of our group, so the three of us who are still conscious are all in the wrong place in the car; I'm leaning back trying to pass her to the guy in the back seat while the girl in the passenger seat is leaning over to steer (not to mention, we're all freaked because everyone else is dead). Eventually, we get things sorted out (and the doors closed), and are driving at high speed down a six lane highway at night, veering all over the place and panicking because we think we're being followed, though there aren't any signs of pursuit. The other two have managed to pull out the bullets and get the injured girl bandaged up, so we pull over onto a dirt road, take the car out a bit down it, until we're on a fairly narrow stretch along a cliffside. We get out, and the three of us who are uninjured push the car over the edge. As we're talking about where we should go, we hear shouting coming from the direction of the highway, flashlights bobbing in the distance.

Then I wake up. Sometimes I wish there was a way to capture dreams and turn them into video clips.

[runlvlzero]

Well, shit. Just had a pretty vivid dream that fits into the general category of

Brain: "You asleep, bro? All right, time for me to be awesome!"

Put briefly, I was with a group of people (around 20 or so) going to assassinate a very powerful corrupt corporate executive. We had snuck into the basement of the skyscraper he was in, and were piling into an elevator. We rode up to near the top floor, got out, and began a mad dash through a series of offices, knocking over rows of shelves and breaking through plate-glass windows with whatever was around, trying desperately to get to him before security reacted. After what would probably have translated to around ten minutes of this in realtime, we get into his office, and some of us smash him through the window-wall, letting him fall to his death, and exit through the other door. At this point, private security is waiting for us, and most of the people I'm with are gunned down. I and three others make it into an elevator and send it to a parking garage, but there's a problem: one of us took a couple shots and she's bleeding pretty badly. As the elevator ensues, we scramble to steal a car from some person who is pulling out of their spot, and speed out of the building as more private security people are rushing out of the main entrance.

 It's sort of screwed up, as I tried to climb into the driver's seat while carrying the wounded member of our group, so the three of us who are still conscious are all in the wrong place in the car; I'm leaning back trying to pass her to the guy in the back seat while the girl in the passenger seat is leaning over to steer (not to mention, we're all freaked because everyone else is dead). Eventually, we get things sorted out (and the doors closed), and are driving at high speed down a six lane highway at night, veering all over the place and panicking because we think we're being followed, though there aren't any signs of pursuit. The other two have managed to pull out the bullets and get the injured girl bandaged up, so we pull over onto a dirt road, take the car out a bit down it, until we're on a fairly narrow stretch along a cliffside. We get out, and the three of us who are uninjured push the car over the edge. As we're talking about where we should go, we hear shouting coming from the direction of the highway, flashlights bobbing in the distance.

Then I wake up. Sometimes I wish there was a way to capture dreams and turn them into video clips.

Basically that ^. Flesh out the details, give your characters a little more reason to kill the corporate dude (he's a bad bad man, and hurt small puppies growing up). Their vigilantes who've been wronged by big corporations. Make the chick with the wounds a love interest of the main character. Bamn! welcome to Hollywood B+ action movies =). Find some way to throw a little special effects and crazy Buddhist philosophy in there and you have the matrix.

As for those with incoherent or poor memory of their dreams, I'm not sure if its a trainable thing or not, but I dedicated a little time to understanding and learning to manipulate my own dreams and I think at some point I kinda just figured the dream thing out.

I'm no were near as skilled as my mother though. She literally plays a Victorian era version of dwarf fortress in her head with detail down to the individual lace patterns people have on their clothes, and hundreds of nobles and commoner's all with their own occupation and personalities. The awesome thing is its all consistent and she can wake up and write details about this alternate reality. That boggles my mind, I can barely remember that stuff about my waking world =P

I can sometimes have dreams like my space one, but never the same one over and over continuing in plot. I have had a few recurring dreams, with minor details changed here and there though. Then again I like to be surprised by what my mind comes up with so I usually make an effort to go with the flow and not resist it too much.

[Trapezohedron]

Lucky you guys, I've stopped dreaming ever since, or at least, can't remember the last time I dreamt.

[Flying Dice]

I still dream fairly often, and they're either (as above) really awesome action movies or intensely creepy, subtle horror.

[Delta Foxtrot]

As for those with incoherent or poor memory of their dreams, I'm not sure if its a trainable thing or not, but I dedicated a little time to understanding and learning to manipulate my own dreams and I think at some point I kinda just figured the dream thing out.

It's trainable, there are techniques. But like physical fitness, it's something you have to maintain or else you lose it. I have ~year's worth of dreams on my computer but they're from several years ago. I really should start dreaming again.

[Impending Doom]

I had my first coherent, memorable dream in, well, forever last night.

In the dream, my father and I have just woke up to discover that our beds had been replaced with some kind of stasis pods. Everything in the house looks dirty and neglected, so we come to the logical conclusion that we have been 'asleep' fore quite some time. We go for a drive to find that most things we remember are still there, however the country appears to be under the control of some kind of Generic Communist police state, with guards patrolling the street and bilingual propaganda (English and some symbol-alphabet that wasn't quite Asian) plastered about. Talking to people we discover that about sixty years have passed since we fell asleep last. Strangely enough, many people seem quite satisfied with the current state of things - outwardly, at least. But soon enough, a rumor starts going 'round that two guys have showed up who aren't registered by the government, and thus have no record of having 'dangerous opinions.' Once properly registered, this status gives us a few unique priveleges, among them purchasing 'state-approved' firearms. (Low caliber, bolt or pump action, made of cheap materials and painted bright colors with 'HUNTING OR SPORTING PUROPSES ONLY' emblazoned on the sides.) Naturally, we use this privelege to load up on guns and ammo and go off into the woods, attempting to trek our way up to my grandmother's farm in the mountains, far from government-controlled zones. It doesn't take long before we run into soldiers in the woods, and a firefight ensues. We get chased all the way back to our house, where we barricade ourselves inside and proceed to hold off dozens of soldiers for many hours. Eventually, though we still have massive amounts of ammo and have yet to see any soldiers with any kind of skill at all, we decide to surrender for some reason. We sit there in the house and wait for a while, until a red sports car pulls up and a very unfriendly man in a suit pulls up with a bag of nasty-looking instruments. He pulls me aside, sets me down at the kitchen table, starts recording us with an iPhone, and then pulls out a pair of scissors and starts cutting my hair. Somehow, we strike up conversation and I manage to get my hands on the scissors without him noticing. While he is distracted by something, I pull them away and proceed to destroy the iPhone with them, before ramming them into his gut. As he falls away dying, I sling my rifle again. The last thing I remember saying is "We need to go. Now." and then I woke up.


Of course, this was only the second half of the dream. The first half involved rescuing orphans, ponies fighting Deathwing over control of a massive temple, and I can't remember much past that. I guess I was having wierd dreams in stasis or something?