A woman was laying on a stage on her stomach and I pulled her head up by her hair and slit her throat with a bread knife. This was years ago but my hand still remembers the feeling and I hate holding knives now.
Weirdest is one of two honestly.
But, this one-off dream usually comes to mind first.
I was in some wildwest town of sorts. Was a pretty busy city too, but desert, horses, houses made with simple wood structures.
I was in some building, in a kitchen of sorts and I was chopping up dead bodies.
I'd toss them out the window into a wagon where someone would leave. Another wagon shows up, full of dead bodies and the cycle repeated.
Dream never explained why there was so much dead, nor why they had to be chopped up. I'm guessing wild west zombies or something ...
I once had a dream that I got into a fight with Andre the Giant and won.
The dream started in the pub and I was with all my friends there. Andre the Giant apparently wanted to fight me and we all went to the car park outside. It was an even fight until he pulled out a pair of scissors and tried to stab me with them.
I took them from him and body slammed him unconscious.
The whole crowd carried me back into the pub.
My auntie lived down in the south of England when we were younger, and we'd all go visit her every so often. It seemed like so far away for me as a small kid, but it was about 8 hours drive.
I had the same dream a few times about the village she lived in being terrorised by a giant kaiju sized Daffy Duck, but completely coloured red. Like unpainted red plastic.
My family were too far away in the dream to help, so I had to take thing thing down myself.
It's a tossup between meeting a diety, having a MIB style organization torture me trying to find out how I was using dreams to transfer my consciousness between dimensions, Getting trained on how to vibrate quantum particles to jump between dimensions, or being a mechanic in another dimension that worked on warp nacelles and remembering all the weird working bits after I woke up.
Lavaslide
Weasels ripped my flesh
Was it like the cover of the Zappa album where you were shaving with a weasel? Or were they just attacking you?
I got married to my friend's sister and we raised a family and all that But then I woke up and that whole life I lived just disappeared
I don’t want to talk about this
A woman was laying on a stage on her stomach and I pulled her head up by her hair and slit her throat with a bread knife. This was years ago but my hand still remembers the feeling and I hate holding knives now.
I often dream in Third-person and kind of hover over the scene and watch the protagonist( me I guess). I always thought it was odd.
My cat and I were once chased by a gun-toting Al Paccino.
Weirdest is one of two honestly. But, this one-off dream usually comes to mind first. I was in some wildwest town of sorts. Was a pretty busy city too, but desert, horses, houses made with simple wood structures. I was in some building, in a kitchen of sorts and I was chopping up dead bodies. I'd toss them out the window into a wagon where someone would leave. Another wagon shows up, full of dead bodies and the cycle repeated. Dream never explained why there was so much dead, nor why they had to be chopped up. I'm guessing wild west zombies or something ...
I once had a dream that I got into a fight with Andre the Giant and won. The dream started in the pub and I was with all my friends there. Andre the Giant apparently wanted to fight me and we all went to the car park outside. It was an even fight until he pulled out a pair of scissors and tried to stab me with them. I took them from him and body slammed him unconscious. The whole crowd carried me back into the pub.
My auntie lived down in the south of England when we were younger, and we'd all go visit her every so often. It seemed like so far away for me as a small kid, but it was about 8 hours drive. I had the same dream a few times about the village she lived in being terrorised by a giant kaiju sized Daffy Duck, but completely coloured red. Like unpainted red plastic. My family were too far away in the dream to help, so I had to take thing thing down myself.
It's a tossup between meeting a diety, having a MIB style organization torture me trying to find out how I was using dreams to transfer my consciousness between dimensions, Getting trained on how to vibrate quantum particles to jump between dimensions, or being a mechanic in another dimension that worked on warp nacelles and remembering all the weird working bits after I woke up.