Great topic here.I often dream about find out too late that I'm naked in public, weird giant reptilians or a lot of snakes, ex-girlfriend (a lot), flying out-of-control cars or car crushes, having sex with almost every known girl...When I was kid I used to dream very often about walking on a rope over the clouds, then falling down and then waking up before any "landing".I guess some of those recurrences are common...The places in my dreams are almost always "kafkaesque" and the dreams themselves are very obscure. However I love dreaming and a lot of times thought to write some kind of "dream book". I always thought my dreams are amazing for me and sadly a lot of them were forgotten.Maybe I can write my dreams here from now on to not lost 'em.

I had a dream that a friend got a job for some ad agency and was showing me a project he was working on, it was a PSA about the dangers of fucking too many people while covered in vomit. The video was a bunch of clips of internet-quality porn video of massive orgies in puddles of beige barf in what appeared to be public restrooms, with all the butts and bits and tits blurred out. The soundtrack was the Quiet Riot version of "Cum on Feel The Noize". I asked my friend if fucking in puke was a big enough problem that they needed to make a PSA about it and he said yeah.

I was on some sort of TV show where you had to traverse a neighborhood that was in chaos, make it home through it all while TV cameras filmed it. You get dropped into the neighborhood from the sky somehow, I was watching different people get dropped in, then chased around or them terrified and hiding, then it was my turn. Some people were in superhero outfits when dropped in, some regular clothes. It's night when I am dropped in and I creep in the shadows for a bit, then start walking down the street, across the street there's a huge shooting, five or six people all laying over the street bleeding, some dead, some injured. The shooter is a fat little black kid, he just stands there till the cops come. They put him in a car and then I see that he has an injured eye, so they hand him a spoon and tell him to dig his eyes out with the spoon. I am trying to figure that scene out, if maybe he's a robot or these cops are just insanely sadistic, when a minivan pulls up, I am outside a mall and I recognize the minivan is full of my friends and family, ABE LINCOLN is driving. We drive a bit, then pick up a hot chick, she sits in front of me and I'm all flirting with her, there's like, a foam egg crate on the floor and a frog sitting on it, laying on it's back, we are petting it, she likes it, a spider crawls across the foam onto her hand and she does not freak, just flicks it off. I thought that odd. We are squished in the back of the minivan, Abe is driving in downtown Chicago, dropping people at different El stations, the chick ends up sitting in my lap and she's kind of stroking my hand with hers, secretly. Abe notices, and I wish I could remember what he said but he eluded to the fact I am always chasing women around, in some wise, humorous way that made everyone laugh and dispelled any sort of tension. Someone in the van said something and it made me realize I was same sex married to Abe LIncoln. I get out of the car and go up to the front and stick my head in the window and laughingly say 'I am an otherwise decent man, I want that on my tombstone 'AN OTHERWISE DECENT MAN' he really gets a kick out of that, everyone does, everyone is laughing very hard. I walk towards the train. I then heard my name clear as can be, as if someone was in the room and woke up immediately. So, yeah, beat that one for weirdness, I was gay married to Abe Lincoln.

I had a dream that I got nominated for president in a real nonchalant way, I was hanging out with some friends and someone came in and said "you got nominated for president in the next election, are you gonna accept?" and I said "what the hell, sure, so long as I don't gotta do anything." And then I wrote up a single page of what I was gonna do if I got elected, all sorts of radical leftist shit along with a few crazy side items, the ones I remember were making falconry the official national sport and remodling the White House to look like a giant human skull, and to change the official presidential title from "Commander In Chief" to "Hot Diamonds Man". I hand the paper to the person and they leave, and then my friends and I get out some guitars and start playing. It's realy loud and goes on for hours and we realize someone is pounding on the door and has been for a long time. I answer the door and it's some official looking people who tell me I got elected president. I tell them, that's cool, but we're in the middle of something, can I get back to you tomorrow? and they say, no, there are some things that need to be addressed now. All of a sudden I'm in the Oval Office sitting at a large table with a bunch of department heads and generals and shit, and I say "so I guess I'm runnign this meeting now. Are the radical redistribution of wealth orders going as planned?" They inform me yes, and that the people are quite happy with it. Then I realize it's real and start getting scared that I'm going to be assassinated by a right wing cabal. Everything goes black and I wake up in a room and my head has been detatched from my body and my body is locked up in a cage and my head is lying on the floor. There are three hot women who tell me they're going to get me to confess my sins and repent my presidential orders. Then they strip down naked and I say, "whatever you do, please don't put the soles of your feet on my face!" and one of them says "you just made your first mistake" and puts her feet on my face. I realize that this isn't some dom role-playing thing but that they think they are actually torturing me, so I say "do your worst, but whatever you do, don't make me eat your pussy!" and the second lady says "strike two" and starts crawling around my head, and for some reason I bit one of her butt cheeks and this causes my body to be freed from the cage it's in and it runs over to the third lady and starts fucking her while my head is eating out lady number two and lady number one rubs her feet on my face. One of them says "repent, evildoer!" and I say "shut up, I'm busy here!" That's all I remember.

I fly into Istanbul, I am part of a small group, we are climbing up some large tower that is filled with people and stalls selling shit. There's bad vibes because we are Americans. Eventually I am outside the tower, hiding in some shadows. I have a walkie talkie, someone is giving me orders through it, I get the feeling of being watched. They direct me and my partner, who I cannot place, to go over to a building and climb up a rope that's hanging down the side. We sneak over to it and I yank on it and it yanks back very hard. I see an apelike creature looking over the side, down at me, really quick, before it pulls away out of view. I say 'I'm not going up there, there's an ape, it's tear us to shreds' and my partner says 'we've gone rogue' Just then, we see something coming down from the sky, after a few moments it gets clear, it's fucking GAMERA! Gamera slams into the ground and starts crawling away, he's followed by what I think was king ghidorah, like 80% sure. I decide to break away and end up in an apartment. I am to be married to some woman, it was like I am meeting her family, my Mom shows up, I take her in the hallway and try and explain things, it's difficult.

I had a really fucked dream a few days ago.There was this total mental-case from my primary school who told me about how he wanted to fuck a deer on a bus trip. This is not the dream, by the way. Anyway, he's tried contacting me on Facebook for a while now, saying shit like "Mate, you've got such great taste in music" when I posted Anal Cunt as a joke. Anyway, fast forward to Friday night. I was invited into a group chat by a friend, and this guy was in it. I looked at his Facebook timeline, and now he's like a total Skinhead. After once again telling him to fuck off, a friend suggested that I send the Headache cover art to him, and I'm not talking about the one by Savage Pencil. I did, and I went to sleep that night.In this dream, he came up to me at school, I think, and he threatened to kill me. After that, I saw him blending in at my school, watching me. Then, there was a reunion for my primary school, and I'm fairly sure he killed me.I was paranoid as fuck over the weekend. Scary shit.

night\_tools wrote:I had a dream about Rysie the other night but luckily I can't remember any of the specifics.you can fucking remember it. twat

I had a dream about Rysie the other night but luckily I can't remember any of the specifics.

I was playing a concert on my front lawn with the guitarist/singer of my old band. He started playing some ridiculously long drawn out Fleetwood Mac/Songs Ohia sounding song that just was dragging on and on. I didn't know it at all so I kind of noodled around on my guitar. I was standing by where people put their shoes and the audience had sort of started rumbling at this point, I could tell they were getting fed up with the song. An old couple came and kind of apologetically smiled at me while they grabbed their shoes so they could leave. At this point my bandmate kind of said something to the crowd about how it was not OK for them to be leaving. People were getting pissed and pretty soon started rushing all around and it turned into a riot. I kind of walked away off to the side and hid my guitar behind some plants. It turned into a full on Woodstock 99 thing with shirtless angry dudes karate chopping each other and building a human pyramid and stuff. My bandmate was pissed that people were not listening to his song.

I moved to a new town and was attending a strict high school, I was in some sort of office being grilled about my past behavior. It was going to be rough in this school. I am in the bathroom with a woman and somehow she gets flushed down the toilet, willingly, like as some sort of plan to meet me somewhere later. I get the sense there's two separate women in the pipes, I am in a room, keeping track of their current whereabouts in the plumbing system of the town on a weird board with flashing lights and TV screens, which show feed from cameras in bathrooms all over the city. I see people puking and smoking on different screens. It was all building and building, tension, feeling like the women in the pipes were in danger and I screwed up the whole dream until it hot a fever pitch, everything was closing in on me and I woke myself up, which happens often in my dreams. This is the only dream I can ever recall being in black and white. I was sweating and heart beating rapidly, could not go back to sleep.