What sort of dreams do you have?

You can tell a lot about a person by what type of dreams they have, wether nightmares, past events or anything else, it helps explain the person.

Despite only being 13, my dreams are often EXTREMELY complicated. Luckly I'm really good at remembering dreams.

Last night I dreamt the Germans started WWIII just to test out a new tank.. They invaded Canada similiar to how they invaded France in WWIII. They forced us to live in poverty and sell our homes. But, the Real Estators were all military personelle who wanted us to be poor too. They forced us to sell our homes for military use for less than a fifth of there actual value. I had a 300 thousand dollar house in my dream and they made us sell it for 50 thousand. Also, apparently in my dream granite was worth a lot of money, this one guy was complaining with a Real Estator that his shrine (Don't ask) should sell for more because he somehow made liquid granite and made a shrine himself, and made the fountain alone too. The Germans mysteriously left the dream after that, but the housing issues continued. Obama and Steven Harper even released a messed up 'Plan' to get it back on track. After like 10 more minutes in my dream, I went onto one of the forums I visit in the actual world. One of my friends named I L U V R S was a Real Estate agent and we were arguing with him on the forums, and he kept blabbling about economies and marketing and all that crap. It was a very odd dream to say the least.

I've had other intertesting dream, such as a Pikmin/Mario scuba experience that included getting air in an ocean and fighting a god of darkness that at first looked like a veyr odd submarine. Oh, there we're also spear guns and eels that liked to eat me. >.<

I'm a very complex dreamer, as you can pretty easily see.

I do not have very many dreams very often.

those I do have usually don't make much sense and tend to change without following any general storyline.

and usually I forget them soon after waking up.

I tend to forget my dreams. The ones I remember are usually really surreal, or sexual.

i have uh akward dreams and i can feel things in my dreams so like the other night had a dream where this dude shot me it didnt hurt alot it just felt like someone was choking me...i also have so many dreams were i'm at school those are the funny ones XD weird stuff happens.

my dreams are usually sexual and involve ppl i dont know. . .
my favorate dream of mine however was of Jesus' second coming. it caused a huge war between Catholics and Every1 else. in tha end, Jesus dies. . . He got shot.

i have OOT dreams or matrix dreams these dreams are so akward

Oh! I love my dreams! Many have been about mind control (which is awesome, since I love that kind of thing)! A bunch have also inspired some of my stories (I write stories, mostly sci-fi and fantasy, which are usually included in my dreams). My best dream ever, which I call "The Door" (Yes, this one's gonna be a story with the same name), I had in 2005, and I remember most of it perfectly:

I was in some sort of isolated community somewhere where a tribe of people lived. The members of the tribe were split into small groups, each living in a seperate tent, and each with a group leader. I was one of those group leaders; my group members were some kids from school in real life. Then a plain, white door, still in its doorframe and hinges, began to slowly materalize in the middle of the community. It wasn't even on a wall. it was just there in the middle. But as it materialized, day by day, members of the tribe, one by one, turned into red-eyed, fanged people that if they bit you, you became one of them. I was, later in the dream, chased by some of these creepy, vampirish things and cornered in a cave. One of them was about to bite me when one of my group members saved me. Then, later, my real-life brother, in my dream, became one of the creatures and chased me and my group on some sort of hover car.

The dream was awesome, and although it sounds like a nightmare, I wasn't scared. In fact, I was enjoying it! The dream was great material for a story, so I'm going to begin wiritng it once I finish something else. It's going to be in two parts. The first part is going to be my dream. The second part is when the door has fully materialized and my group and I go into the door, which never actually happened in my dream. Yes, it will be intended as a horror story, but it won't be intended to be very scary. Anyway, that was the greatest dream I've had yet!

I have really wierd dreams...
I had a dream where a rat that was scientifically tested upon was given a special rodent ball that as a result of the testing, it used the mechanical arms from the ball and killed all of the scientists. It ate them and every person it ate made it grow. It eventually got as big as the earth and every person on the earth got eated. It was scary... dumb rats.

I have been having dreams for the past two weeks. I remember almost all of them. Last night my dream was about me spending the night at a girls house I know and when I woke up I looked outside and I saw two naked men playing socer. So, I asked her why are there 2 naked men playing socer and she said, oh that happens every morning. I laughed and then woke up shortly after that.

I used to have a lot of retarded dreams, like ones that made no sense whatsoever, but that was a few months back when I stopped smoking weed (a buddy of mine told me retarded dreams is a symptom of withdrawal ). Sometimes I have sexual dreams, and just recently I had a wierd dream that turned into a nightmare and I actually woke up screaming, haha. I laughed it off and went back to bed, but man, I was scared for a second there...

Dreams of young men that leave funny marks on my bedsheets afterwards. =(

Man, last thread I made like this failed miserably.

Anyway, a lot of my dreams involve either trains, water, or cartoons for a multitude of reasons.

Trains: They're cool and are now my main mode of transportation to and from school.

Cartoons: I love cartoons, and I draw them all the time (it occupies half of my mind). It's only fitting lots of dreams would be cartoony.

Water: I actually hate the water (as in swimming in a pool/lake/ocean, for example). However, oddly enough, I find a lot of myself being kind of related to water. I like the color blue, I think water looks cool (you ever just kinda stared at a lake during the right conditions?), and in Pokemon I like water types. Okay, that last one might not be so important.

Also, I don't have nightmares (at least, don't remember them ever). I've never been affected by nightmares. Most of my dreams I usually remember as being entertaining in some way-- even bad things are usually entertaining in a cinematic sense.

I've have had dreams where I've felt some sort of sexual pleasure, or where the world is my ideal place and everything goes my way. I never remember nightmares that well, probably because I don't want to.

Most of my dreams consist of having super powers/abilities. They are usually fun.

It wasn't too long ago that I had a dream about obtaining the power to fly. (this was the night after seeing Wolverine Origins) It started off pretty basic with me randomly obtaining the ability to fly. I remember I was flying around and everyone was cheering and then I flew into a Zoo to save a tiger from drowning.. most of my dreams turn haywire. But anyway for the most part it was an awesome dream which is why I remember it so well.

But sometimes I have creepy crazy dreams. These dreams usually take place in Washington State or Maine much like the Steven King novels. (which I have never read) It usually turns out to be me running after or away from something, usually a crazed killer.

I always have the dream I'm jumping off a high cliff, but before I hit the bottom, I wake up on the edge off my bed.

Other times, I dream I'm off somewhere else, like tropical islands, living a wonderful life. And sometimes, I have kids and a wife in them.

I had a dream that I was standing a cliff it was dark, raining, lighting striking all around me I jumped landing in the water 1000 feet below I fell beneath the waves and reached the bottom of the ocean there I popped into an air bubble, then I woke up.

I honestly dont look like the kind of guy, but im always dreaming about wide (im talking huge) incredible fields of grass, an right next to me is the sea and Im sitting under a tree the size of the statue of liberty. The best part is my friend (who happens to be a girl) is right beside me and is feeling safe with me, and trusts me, and thats all I ever need.


Other times I'll have amazingly impossible dreams that you can call semi weird, like im in my room, and this guy with octapous arms attacks me, then I strike back, and jump out the window, next thing you know im surrounded by roman soldiers.


and in nightmare im always dying at the end. sometimes by a madmans hand, other time in an odd way for example, someone pushes me down a small hole and it get bigger and deeperm and darker, then at the end there are spikes, right then and there I wake up with my foot on the drawer and my head on the floor.

But I must say I like the dreams where I am in love with (**so - and - so**) and we well, im not afraid to admit: kiss.

Recurring dream #1- I'm a passenger in a car. It drives off a cliff.

Recurring dream #2- I have the ability to hover (but it takes a lot of effort), and I hover down the street from my old secondary school. Usually I meet people along the way and stop into a shop or two.

Recurring dream #3- I'm a spy, and I have to check in at a hotel which has large windows. The place is ultra-modern, I unpack my stuff, then go downstairs and say the code word to the girl at reception. She passes the message along, and I flirt with her Bond/Moneypenny style. One thing leads to another...

Once-off Dream #1- I'm in a car with my brother and father, and when my father meets an old friend and stops to chat, I get out and walk. I follow a dirt path alongside a river, and the path is so twisty, it even goes upside-down once or twice, causing me to fall in the river and climb out. Eventually I reach a cottage. A red -haired woman opens the door, and suddenly I have a guitar which I play the intro to 'Some Might Say' (by Oasis) on. The car with my brother, my dad and his friend arrives. This dream was years ago but it was so weird that I still remember it.

Once-off Dream #2- I'm a cop and me and my partner are on the lookout for a serial killer. We board a train, find her, and she runs. Later that night, I'm alone when she jumps out from a doorway and stabs me. This dream was also a long time ago, but I came pretty close to dying in it (I was being stabbed when I woke up), so whenever someone asserts that if you die in your dream you die in real life, I remember this one.

Originally Posted by Feline Witch

Dreams of young men that leave funny marks on my bedsheets afterwards. =(

Quit dreaming about me

My dreams are, for some reason or another, incredibly detailed and vivid, and I usually take the role of another person.

For instance, I had a dream the other night that reminded me an awful lot of Gears of War. Basically, I was a soldier in the human army, and one stormy night, we were ordered to escort a convoy of refugees to our safe haven atop a large mountain. While we were traveling, a huge, Cloverfield-esque monster appeared, and we began firing at it. It used one of its powerful arms to knock our reasonably massive vehicle over, and a few of my squad mates were crushed beneath its weight.

Suddenly, the creatures riding it jumped off and began mauling both my fellow soldiers and our refugees. We formed a defensive perimeter and began firing at the vicious creatures. Luckily, they weren't too sturdy, so they went down in swarms. At this point, the original monster began to flee. One of my fellow soldiers called in an air strike, and within minutes, two jets that looked similar to an F14 Tomcat swooped down and fired a salvo of missiles at it. The monster wasn't injured, but we managed to ward it off for now. After a quick headcount, we continued toward our save haven.

When we finally got to the giant elevator (also known as The Lift) that took us up to our little fortress, a ferocious roar echoed throughout the valley. The monster was definitely getting closer. We quickly loaded everything onto the lift and began ascending. From a higher altitude, we were able to see the monster. As it turns out, we barely made it. A few minutes later, we arrived at our safe haven, situated well over 5000 feet above the ground.

After unloading the cargo and transferring the refugees to a different unit, we were ordered to speak with the Colonel. It was then that I learned that my name in this world was Sergeant Paul Ambrose, and that one of my squad mates was my younger brother, Private Nicolas Ambrose. After speaking to him, the alarm went off, and when we went outside, we discovered that the monster had found a way on to our safe haven. Once again, we began evacuating the refugees and fighting the creature off, though killing it was out of the question. After numerous air strikes and hits from an orbiting laser satellites, it was still running rampant.

Finally, we were told via radio that the upper command had authorized abandonment of the safe haven, and ordered us and the rest of the soldiers to "get the hell out." So, we did just that. However, while we were making our escape, the monster found a way to flank us. (How we missed something that big is beyond me.) In the ensuing fight, three of my squad mates were killed, leaving only my brother and I. Suddenly, the ground gave way and we all fell into an underground transit system. I was knocked unconscious.

And then I woke up.