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[Tuxfanturnip]

I dreamed that I was being hunted by Voldemort. I was in the woods and hiding on the opposite side of a house as him and hoping not to be seen.

Then the police showed up and everything was fine.

two people on b12 dreamed about voldemort it's a prophecy

Voldemort on a bike with no brakes

[birdy51]

Dreamed of a knock-off version of the Amazing Race that effortlessly segued from some mountain guy swimming for whiskey, traversing the mountain for whiskey water, and then eventually having the game crash when he puts his colt on auto fire out of boredom and shoots an Andes Mountain Native repeatedly, who of course is not hurt by any of this, but instead lunges forward and righteously boots and bans his ass from the game forever.

This was a weirder one.

[Starver]

The central character of my dream last night was apparently happy scavenging an nearly-empty building with an (active) roof-top bar/garden nearby.  But then the city around started to be periodically struck by earthquakes, destroying many newer and more structurally sound buildings, lending to a general air of panicky evacuation, that may have even been a worldwide phenomenon.

Yet this central character seemed safe and happen enough.  Although somehow it transpired that he was the source of the Earthquakes (somehow neutralised directly under his own feet), and was actually unintentionally causing catastrophe by just existing.


I'm sure Herr Jung would have something to say about that, but as I didn't reach an actual plot conclusion I found it more of a frustratingly unfinished screenplay than an indication of anything psychological.


(Incidentally, I learnt recently that Jung insists that everyone dreams of the sea and sea-monsters, as it is part of our primal self, or some-such...  I don't recall that I ever have.  Nor mermaids.)

[Loud Whispers]

Dreamt I was staring into the face of some elephant head with the face of a man. I could not look away, the eyes were too small for an elephant - they were human, a grinning human smile beneath a grey trunk just staring through me. Its skin was grey but not wrinkled, smooth, and I could not tear my gaze away from its own eyes, sharp blue like the tip of a glacier. It said nothing, merely grinning. I could not look elsewhere, everything everywhere else just appeared as some void, changing shades of colour from black to orange and green. I ran my fingers through my hair feeling my scalp, checking for irregularities, there was nothing. I could not look away and this one tactile sensation was the only thing I could focus on beyond its eyes. The ice blue irises, the opaque petal-white sclera, that pure black pupil dotted on each eye - the more I stared the more I realized that its pure black pupils were anything but black darkness, they were the light of so many worlds. Its whole eyes just vanished as if I were staring through windows into the cosmos, seeing whole galaxy formations spinning by, across so many aeons in so many wavelengths of light, worlds blinking, reforming and disappearing within these eyes. Everything around me started taking shape too, the swirling, fading massless colour reforming into so many constellations, light bouncing off of their radiance just as crystals catch and divide light from our own sun, only on a scale too large for my mind to wholly capture without focus. The void was bountiful, beautiful, I felt lost as if I were pleasantly drowning in air.

I then awoke because someone screamed my name early in the morning, for they had lost something and needed my help.
Subsequently I went back to sleep.
After one hour I did go shower, and running my hands through my scalp did much thinking.
One should generally not devour poisoned lychees.

[TempAcc]

Dreamt I was in some sort of monastery with unescessarily tall walls. Pretty much everything was tallen than me, the other monks, the walls, the statues, the everything. I felt like I was in a Souls game :v
I vividly remember being pushed into a huge hall by a multitude of monks. I thought they would sing or that there would be a sermon of some sort, but instead they just kind of stood still, gazing at this one huge, greenish tablet at the end of the hall. A better dressed monk person thing beckoned me to get closer. The tablet was covered with a multitude of uninteligible script, but one part was apparently writen in english, and the monk master thing asked me to recite it loudly. It said something like "from atom to devil, from devil to man, from man to living flame".
But that wasn't the oddest thing about the dream. After that, I experienced a false awakening moment, and thought I was getting up from bed and stuff, then I realized I wasn't at my house, and some figure by the doorway told me in a very calm voice that ~this isn't everything~. I woke up for real after that with a sweaty forehead and coughing like a maniac.

Did I mention that, during the false awakening experience, I kept hearing this sweet ass keygen tune in the background?

[Eric Blank]

Other night was some dream about work. I was being told I would be fired and had a chance to reapply at a lower wage, same responsibilities with less authority. In the meantime I was flying a spaceship. The spaceship was barely able to escape the atmosphere but had no trouble in a vacuum. I landed on the moon and the spaceship collapsed into an empty floor. I had a quadrapedal mech to use to get around but the battery life was shit. I was then in another dimension with someone else searching for these gems that controlled everything. We only found them after scaring their keepers into thinking it was inevitable, so they tried to move them, and everything else, but that made it easier.

[Tawa]

Some fat guy made suicidal comments on the internet. This was eight hours ago.

He's gone now.

The police are on the scene immediately, and they're conducting a full-on manhunt for this possibly suicidal guy. I'm there too, with a couple of girls I vaguely know. My "investigation" consists of taking off my shoes, then following the police everywhere by riding a public bus. We look around everywhere for several hours.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

His dismembered remains turn up in a cubic-foot-sized cardboard box in the back of some guy's truck.

I bolted awake.

[Eric Blank]

That must have been the most elaborate suicide ever... Props to dream-guy for dismembering himself and stuffing himself in a box in someone elses' truck.

[Yoink]

I was standing on a bus, possibly a tour bus of some kind, talking to a guy from a band I had seen at some point earlier in the dream.
Don't think I really liked the band that much, or maybe I only got to see them too briefly to form an impression, but he seemed like a nice guy so I figured I'd have a brief chat, even though I seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to get somewhere. And they were sitting on a bus... I guess they weren't in much of a hurry to leave?

The guy interrupted me for a moment to get me to move to one side, so he could see something on the wall of a bus that I'm guessing was a clock or some kind of schedule display. I shifted aside, but the motion forced out a sudden, unstoppable fart. I had no warning, and what had at first seemed to be a normal fart instantly became a short, sharp explosion of diarrhoea, like a single shotgun blast discharged in the back of my pants.

It sprayed down the legs of my pants and, I believe, out onto the floor.
Dream-me was wearing some weird-ass (ha!) shorts or 4-quarter-length pants that seemed designed to make this situation as embarrassing as possible... or maybe I rolled up the bottoms of my jeans? But that wouldn't make sense.
I think I was wearing a shorter (or rolled up?) version of the jeans I am wearing now, which are a dark blue.

The people around me on the bus immediately recoiled in shock and amusement, the guy I was talking to shouting something through the onset of hysterical laughter. I fled the bus in horror and immediately began hurrying home, in full-on damage control even as their laughter still rang in my panicked ears.

Unfortunately for me, the situation was painfully obvious. Despite it being reasonably late at night.
I rushed homewards (not sure where I lived in this dream- I was in the city, but I didn't feel like I had to travel too far to reach safety, whereas in real life that would mean *shudder* an entire 45-minute or so train ride of shame and suffering), feeling very sorry for myself indeed.
A couple of guys on the street saw me, and one of them displayed sympathy and asked if I needed help.

At first I said no, that I was fine, (the guy seemed kinda crusty and not the kind of person I'd want help from) but then it occurred to me to ask where the nearest public toilet was. Perhaps I could clean up a bit now rather than fleeing the whole way home in my current awful state.
He told me there was one at a nearby station, which seemed like a miracle, until he explained that it opened at some incredibly unhelpful time like 9AM. Still, I walked there, and this annoyingly helpful dude followed and offered to wait with me. I sat on a seat at this train station, with no-one else around, and inspected myself a little.

The main, most visible bit of mess was on the back of my calf, and as my new ally so-helpfully pointed out through a bit of laughter, there was even a bit of paper stuck to it. I cleaned the paper off, at least. It was a receipt. I still have no idea how it wound up stuck to my poop-leg.

At this point I (apparently deciding to wait there at least a while) started explaining how I'd eaten far too much rice and some spicy curry earlier in the day (which was the main, erm, nugget of truth for the story) and generally making excuses for some reason.

Then I mercifully woke up before having to make the long journey home with crap in my pants.
What a dream. There was at least a bit of panic as I checked to see if any, er, parts of the dream were real, but fortunately they were not and I was filled with warm, gooey relief. Just like my pants wer- ah, nevermind.
Stupid post-food nap-dream. 

[Tuxfanturnip]

I finally had a lucid dream.

I was walking down a highway with some stranger, and on this highway, two countries were waging a naval war. Battleships were sailing through the asphalt of the border crossing at an agonizing crawl, firing off shots every few minutes. There were overturned cars everywhere, and every other car and turret was on fire. There were no people around though, so we strolled along for maybe half an hours watching this battle play out in slow motion. At the end was a small, peaceful passport control station with a short line. Even dreaming I found it strange, but we were let through without much fuss. We climbed up some stairs (they belong on the beach near my grandparents' apartment) to another highway, with a small building on the other side. (ripped from a beach in New York.)

I'm not sure how, but I realized I was dreaming and turned toward my companion. He started to morph into someone else, a bodybuilder in a blue jacket, and it reminded me of the last time I became lucid, when looking too closely at someone's face turned him into a monster. I just flew away without looking. It may actually be the first time I've flown in a dream, at least that felt like flying. Others have been more of a noclip/"spectator mode" flying, just becoming an incorporeal viewpoint or watching some cinematic shot. But this time I was actually flying, and I had a feeling that I could find any place from a past dream if I flew to the right place; that they were all on the same planet. The thing is, I don't think I've ever had a dream about the place I was looking for. It was either a part of the same dream that I forgot, since I remember little  from the beginning, or a false memory altogether, which seems to be the case almost every time one of my dreams refers to another.

I ended up landing by a pond where my mother had been waiting for me, roping me into an awkward picnic and, later, running through a high-ceilinged house barricading doors against a giant monster with my stepfather's voice. The sun was setting, I was watching something in the sky, and there were potted petunias everywhere.

Oddly enough, the morphing man ended up briefly becoming a friend of mine, and when I told another friend about it it turned out she'd also had a dream involving him last night. That guy seems to be surrounded with other coincidences, too.

[TheBiggerFish]

In the dream, or IRL?

[Tuxfanturnip]

IRL he apparently ended up at a bunch of college visits with or at the same time as other people I know.

[Yoink]

That's a pretty cool dream!
Can't remember any of last night's dreams, but oh well. The night before that I had a dream that may have been a vision from the Party God themselves.

[Loud Whispers]

Accidentally fell asleep listening to the Age of Mythology, Nier, Stronghold and AM Alice OSTs. Around about the Stronghold mark I was running around in plate armour and arms quite happily like a Paladin in Charlemagne's court when I'm given a task to go kill some warlord who's causing the Kingdom some grief. Everything looks like a blocky-rendered 90s videogame, I begin walking up the road through this warlord's Kingdom effortlessly slaughtering this Warlord's soldiers and their polygons spark and collapse each time they are slain. They cannot fight me because their patterns are hard coded, whereas I am not rendered in polygons and can do whatever I want. Eventually I reach the warlord and find him alone, but as I strike him I am startled when instead of polygons I am met by a realistic and gruesome death of human viscera and bisection. I turn and back away as the cartoonish world turns black and blue and I am surrounded by the guards I had effortlessly slain. Worryingly they too are grotesque walking wounds with organs spilling from their bodies, horrifyingly they cannot die. Unable to harm me, and I unable to end their pain, all they do is follow me and try to keep up, mewling in agony as I walk through the darkness. At times I turn direction but they're still there. I am then encountered by some people who seemed normal until they turned around and their stomachs had been scooped out, replaced with maggots and sand. Still being the mind paladin I was able to make my way past these things unharmed.

Unfortunately around that point I woke up because a street light flickering outside had tricked me into thinking it was the morning, so I went back to sleep (having realized I was sleeping whilst listening to a horror soundtrack). When I went back to asleep I dreamt then of some bizarre alternate 19th century naval war where everyone had excellent moustaches. Our battleships was steaming along when a Leviathan just appears alongside it, not really doing anything besides glowing mysteriously. Dream ends there.

[Harry Baldman]

I dreamt recently that I was a coconut crab, paradoxically underwater despite being a terrestrial crab, along with a bunch of other hungry invertebrates looking for a free meal. An opportunity presents itself - somebody throws down a whole lot of garbage, among which are several cans of food. I seize a nearby unopened can of beans after I see several lobsters try in vain to get into them. Being a coconut crab, I effortlessly crush the can, spilling its beans. The beans are of two sizes - normal, which look like average beans essentially, and tiny, which come out in grainy blocks and are reminiscent of maggots.

I was delighted by this meal, if confused and vaguely disgusted by the tiny beans. Just as I attempted to eat a bunch, though, some of my sharp-clawed fellows decided I had outlived my usefulness and stabbed me several times. The strength went out of me and I floated backward, feeling deeply betrayed. They were going to use me to supplement the lunch I had provided them, I realized just before I woke up.