Strange Dreams Options

[LoLo]

I just think sometimes it's fun to share strange dreams, so a thread discussing them might be fun.

Last night's dream for me was sex in a bouncy house. So odd yet entertaining.

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Last night, I dreamed I was still in highschool in order to finish the math course I had failed there. (I never actually failed high school math, as a side note)
Anyway, Mata was our substitute teacher that day. After a discussion about how to acheive a maximum awesomness in one's mohawk, I began to doodle in my notebook. I drew Mr. Floppity, only to have Mata immeadietly come up beside me and inform me that I was stealing his character and I should erase it. I ended up storming out of the classroom when I suddenly realised that I didn't even have to go to highschool anymore, and that I was probably late for my college courses.


I hate it when you dream about past events like going to highschool or being in daycare or living in your childhood home. It's always so trippy when you wake up and realise that those things will likely never happen again.

[Hobbes]

I hate it when you dream about past events like going to highschool or being in daycare or living in your childhood home. It's always so trippy when you wake up and realise that those things will likely never happen again.

I often have dreams that are based in my old schools. They are not necessarily school-themed, but the location is school. And equally, I often dream about my childhood home. Whenever a house-setting is required, that's the one my brain conjures up, regardless of how inappropriate or nonsensical it is.

I awoke this morning with the memory of three dreams, and I ran them through my head several times as I lay still. I then sat up slightly, rolled over, and picked up my phone. In those two short seconds, two dreams escaped my memory, and a lot of details from the third crumbled away. I marvel at how keen the brain is to get rid of these memories, and it also frustrates me a little. I would be more annoyed about it if I didn't think that, during the day, there will be some event that will trigger my brain into remembering the dream once more. It is always a pleasant surprise.

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I think this might be my first ever zombie-dream. As I think I've said before, I generally tend to dream of things that are relatively realistic. Sci-fi and fantasy are usually the last themes that come up, and horror isn't overly prevalent.

But, last night I dreamt of zombies. As I mentioned, a lot of the details have left me now, but I remember some bits and pieces.

I was walking through a building, occasionly finding a zombie walking towards me with malevolence. I would dispatch the undead with a gunshot to the face. At one point, I looked upon a table and saw two hand-sized, black, leather cases. I opened them, and each had a flick-knife inside, with a chain attached. As I looked up again, a zombie was ambling in my direction, and I threw a knife at it. It struck, and the zombie fell to the ground. Behind it was a woman, an alive human, and she had a wound in her stomach where the knife had passed through the zombie. She did not seem to be in any pain, or even concerned, she just touched her fingers to the blood and made an expression that seemed to say, "Ooops, what a predicament!. For some reason, I threw the other knife at her too...

Time rewinds suddenly, and I find myself in front of the table again, picking up the knifes. The zombie approaches once more, and I run over to kill again, aware this time of who will be behind it. However, this time there is no woman. The zombie does not try to attack me, almost as if she (for now I see the gender) isn't totally 'undead' yet... or something.

The next part is retrospectively rather disturbing, although there was no issue in the dream. I shan't go into great detail because I'm not entirely sure whether that would be within the forum boundaries. It suffices to say that, after a short conversation with the female-zombie who I have tied down to a table, I make... 'alterations'... to her genitals using one of the knives.

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Fortunately for me, I don't personally worry about the content of my dreams. I had arguments with an ex about dreams, where she felt that if I dreamt of, for example, having sex with another woman, then that meant I WANTED to have sex with another woman. She applied a literality to dreams that I really did not agree with. My usual response was to mention some of the most surreal dreams I've had, and ask why she chose not to apply literal sense to these too.

But anyway, because of my approach to dreams, potentially-worrying content doesn't bother me. But it is interesting to know that my brain conjured this up.