Another ripper, worth the dumpster diving I feel;

I was at a party and two weeks previously, I'd taken half an ecstasy tablet. The club got raided by 3 enormous cops with a German Shepherd sniffer dog. It barked at me and started biting me because it could smell the 2 week old half-tablet. One of the cops pulled out a tranquiliser gun and shot me through the head, and I could see my cousin (who I only met 18 months ago but he looked after me very well during my time in New Zealand) flashed up and he goes "NOOOO, I'M SO DISAPPOINTED!!" and melted away as I went to sleep from the tranq shot.

I then woke up in what was disguised as a rehab clinic, but was actually a torture centre for drug addicts. A girl started talking to me, she had dreadlocks and a really stoned voice, and she's like "I've been here for 5 years, you'll get used to it, I'll look after you" then I woke up.

WTF?

I dreamed the other week that I was in some huge ass shopping centre, that had some mean security. I was there with some of my friends and we were acting like idiots; running around the shops and acting too loud etc. We get warned a couple times by the security that we will have to leave if we keep it up. So, we calm ourselves down and go to the cinemas that were found in this place. Security have our names or photos or something and are keeping a close eye on us, where ever we go. When we arrive, my friends randomly start trying to sell me hardcore porn from a big box that apparently came out of nowhere. Security aren't pleased by this random porn distribution and kick us out of the place, warning us that we will face sever consequences if we return. We are outside when we realise that one of our mates is still in the place, so, we go back in looking for him. We find him, just as security finds us and a chase ensues, with the end result leaving us victorious. We escape the place without punishment and this time, nobody is left behind. We walked around the side of the complex to go somewhere else, when we see the security on the other side of the barbed wire fence (the shopping centre is surrounded by a barbed wire fence) getting rough with some black guy. They grab hold of him, taking him to a point of elevation and through him over the fence. He doesn't quite make it and gets caught between two lengths of wire. He flips head over heels in this stuff, resulting in the wire tightening around his torso. We try to pull him out but we end up making the wire tighter and tighter until it cuts clean through his body, leaving him with out anything below his midriff. Security then come after us for witnessing this event and appear very enraged and particularly ferocious. We pick up the top half of the dude (who is still alive and leaking all sorts of gore) and run. After about one hundred metres, we end up in the town centre that looks a lot like Tokyo. That's when I wake up. It was pretty cool.

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Last night I dreamt I got caught smoking in some shopping centre by the security, the guy tried to fine me as he'd seen me smoke before somewhere else, and I got out of it by explaining that I wouldn't have been fined if the guy never saw me before. This made sense to him somehow so he went to get some paperwork, and ended up getting shot in the street. I then had to rush to get the papers before he died, get him to sign them and avoid the fine, all the while he was bleeding it out on the street. I eventually got the signature and left, it didn't seem to matter that the guy was just left there to die.

Edit: shit I just realised this looks a little like the post above, which I incidentally read before I went to sleep.

Yeah, I love how things work sometimes.

I don't remember any weird dreams except for the ones I had when I was 5. Many of which were influenced by Doom. I was being chased around Hell by a big demon. Thinking back, it looked like what many people would imagine what Hell looks like.

Recently, I had dreams dealing with recent events. The cool scenester thing to do at my school nowadays is to think you're in the fucking 70's/80's and wear leather jackets with obvious punk band patches like The Casualties and The Misfits. It must be some kind of emo denial. I remember one of those kids wearing Atreyu shirts. Anyway, I had the dream of committing a sort-of Jules Winnfield on one of them.

One of the most memorable parts about my dreams are when I return to places I visited in my dreams in years past. Totally forgotten until I dream about them again.


One of my recent ones was after one of our live shows...I was dreaming we were playing live and I was hitting all the wrong keys, and couldn't play right no matter how hard I concentrated. I'm sure many musicians share the same dream with me

I had a dream that my small, homely street was somehow transferred into the desert. In the desert, a phone service war starts up between Verizon Wireless and some random fictional company. They send in troops, tanks, blast shit out of each other, same as any war.
It gets weird at this part. A bounty hunter from the other network (fictional network) comes to kill me for signing with Verizon. However, when me and my mate attempt to run, I suddenly become semi-lucid, and do a shitload of reality checks to see if I'm dreaming or not, all the while getting shot at, and in this time, I realize my left hand has become pixelated cardboard. I get into a car, but right as my mate is driving away, I hop out and surrender. My friend drives off into the desert and we realize it is a landmine area as the car randomly explodes.
The entire time, random parts of the dream are becoming pixelated. At this point, I become entirely lucid, and run around yelling to people that none of them are real, and they won't listen to me.
It is then at this point that the bounty hunter shoots me and sacrifices me to Satan, being a secret cultist.
Then I wake up.

it's been a while since i had this dream, so i'll try to recall it as best as i can.

i was playing mario kart ds on my ds in my bedroom, playing battle mode in some volcano stage and facing characters that aren't found in the game in real life. i played for a bit (and in some other stages too). then i suddenly found myself looking out a window in my house. it was nighttime, and i could see a black moon hanging in the sky. then, i see myself flying towards the moon. then i roam the black moon searching for red coins as i'm on a mission to collect 8 red coins.

I had this dream where me, my mom, and my sister were driving our boat through the clouds. We were going fast, and I flew off and it turned into one of those dreaded falling dreams.

That's it.

Also worth noting - when I posted on Metaltabs, I had about 8 dreams in total about posting on there.

Also had about 4 since I started posting here, about posting on this board. Nothing out of the ordinary, just dreamin' about the Archives. [/sad]

Well.... so long as they weren't wet dreams, I don't think there's anything wrong with you.

Haven't had wet dreams since I was 14, son.

Then again, M-A board DOES provide so much masturbatory material in any given day, who knows what may happen?

I got such a strange dream a few nights ago.
I was at my bro's work [he's luthier btw] and everything was sooo colorful, like one of those glasses that, wen you look at a hot thing you see it red/orange/yellow and if it's cold you see it grey/green/blue.

And there was my bro's secretaire, and he was playing something so Pink Floyd. And it was just that, the whole colorfull thing and he playing something really kinda Pink Floyd.

And then i woke up all like scared and freacked out!!. Weird isn't it??

You need to get out more.

Last night I had what was probably my weirdest dream ever.

Apparently my girlfriend and I where living together in the same house, and there was some man who happened to know some dark secret about me (like me failing a maths exam, or something similar to that). Also, this man was someone both me, my girlfriend and my family knew, althoug I can't remember who he was. He also happened to be dead but somehow he still talked regularly to my girl and family.
Then he threatened to tell my father about my failed exam, so I decided to exhume his body and behead him so he couldn't talk anymore to them, and I took his (talking) head with me inside a plastic bag.
After that point time started to travel faster and I found myself some months later (with a small wet interlude in a swimming pool btw), with the head still in the bag, sitting by my bed, and they suddenly discovered that the dead man had no head when they took him out of his grave to attend my sister's wedding. I have no sisters in real life but that's another story.
Anyway, his lack of head doesn't seem to bother them, but a friend of mine keeps hinting that I was the responsible for the beheading, so I throw the head out of my window to the garden below where it spends another couple of months before my girlfriend founds it. Then I take it and start to run away but I hear the head's voice in off telling my horrified girlfriend that he is very thirsty, and imploring her for water.

At that moment I woke up kind of scared and I inmediately looked up for a notebook to write down the dream, because it inmediately stroke me as one of my most fucked up dreams, ever.

Now I can’t remember the contents of this specific dream, but it must have been strange and scary as hell because it was responsible for the one and only case of “night terrors” I have ever experienced.

During my last semester of college, my girlfriend was visiting for the weekend. We were sharing the small bed in my dorm room. Anyway, for whatever reason I decided to read the entire “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” trilogy before going to sleep. This was probably a mistake, as it must have planted some seed of horror in my mind.

So eventually I went to bed and fell asleep with my girlfriend right beside me. I don’t recall what specifically happened in my dream, just that I felt like I was being attacked. Unfortunately, in an attempt to fight off the “attacker” I started punching my girlfriend violently! Then I jumped out of bed (I was still asleep while all this is happening) and knocked over a table full of textbooks. I ran out of my dorm room into the hallway. I got about halfway down the hallway and I woke up.

I was totally freaked out and absolutely drenched with sweat. I walked back to my room and my girlfriend was even more freaked out than I was (understandably). I was shaking and it took me awhile to calm down. I don’t think I got back into bed for a good three hours or so. So, even though I can’t remember the exact contents of that dream, it still easy qualifies as my worse dream-related experience.

what tha...

I used to have thses recurring dreams as a kid where my father would pick me up and throw me long distances. He'd throw me across the street, through windows, and off of rooftops.

Those were the wierdest dreams I'd ever had.

Not weird per se, but just a good fucking dream:

It began with myself being at the mall (I was, in fact, at the mall yesterday) and I stopped at what looked like an older GameStop. I looked in the used bins and saw that they had two copies of each of Realms of Pathogenia and Necrosis (the second demo) by Necrosis. They were for eighty dollars each, BUT the second copies had like extremely small scratches on them and they wanted two dollars and two cents and five dollars and twenty cents, respectively. I got that shit, but something happened and I couldn't get it for a while and my parents refused to loan me the money (which I could pay them back for the second we got home, which is also weird because I got a Napalm Death record for $7.52, almost the same price as the demos in my dream). Somehow, I still got it, and there were lyrics and everything in the liner notes of the cassette. It said that the unnamed keyboardist's name was "Anderreson Thibualt", who worked on Realms of Pathogenia. Weird again. Then, the cassettes had a video file on them, and it was of the first Cryptopsy show. They played some Gomorrah stuff, some early Cryptopsy stuff, and even a little bit of Necrosis stuff. Lord Worm looked older though, like how he looked in 1995, and he did vocals like a more-guttural version of John McEntee. Steve Thibault was tan and had curly hair. I can't remember if Dave Galea was there, and I don't think there was a bassist (Which would have been Kevin Weagle), but Flo was still on drums and he had a shirt on that had "Have a POONTANG day" (weird, because I have a shirt of that). They played Defenestration, I know, and what sounded like "Outrageously Damned" by Necrosis, from "Realms of Pathogenia", except the chanting part was sung by females and it employed higher frets for the riffs.

I wish it was a real dream... I was so sad when I woke up.

I had an incredibly weird dream the other night. I really can't be bothered going into details (it was extremely complex), but the highlight was definitely me bludgeoning someone to death with a jar of Vegemite.

You sure it was a dream?

I heard something on the news... I think they're searching for you

What have I been doing when I think I'm asleep? Fight Club anyone?

Nooo, Dellamorte Dellamore.

Remembered 2 more weird dreams. I woke up in the morning, brushed my teeth and started playing Resident Evil 3 for like 10 minutes and my mother knocks on the door and asks me what do I want for breakfast. I told her I wanted fried eggs. I leave my room and started walking in the hallway. Then I woke up. Thing is I had some sort of deja vu since the exact same thing happened a few minutes after I woke up for real.

Another one. I was playing a fictitious Eternal Darkness sequel. My character was in some sort of Egyptian holy ground at night, and the moon was blood red (in the game). My character pushes a switch, and zombies start to flood the place. After I killed them, I saw this green arrow (like the target for the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time) highlighting my room's window. When I looked at the moon, it was blood red. I ran to the front door and noticed that outside was snowing I opened the door and saw a bunch of zombies walking through the snow towards my direction I grabbed a kitchen knife and killed a zombie. As he fell, everything went black and I woke up.

A few weeks ago I had this weird dream that I was trapped in Tesco's overnight and while looking around it I found that the whole music section was full of metal CD's. However when I opened the cases, none of them actually had CD's in. It was a pritty queer dream. HAHA

Does anyone here have really bad reactions to nightmares like I do? Oh man, I could write a fucking book on the numerous ways I've woken up from really bad nightmares. Here are a couple and hopefully there are people here who can relate:

1. One time I had such a bad nightmare, I woke up in the middle of the night (but it's one of those awakenings where you still feel like you're sleeping and paralyzed with fear) and I stumbled out of bed almost crying and made my way downstairs and collapsed on the couch. Even though I've never done any drugs with hallucinogenic properties, I would imagine this is how the people who are on them feel during a trip gone frighteningly out of control.

2. Sometimes I also have those nightmares where your mind won't let you wake up. You're partially aware that you're dreaming because you're conscious periodically for a couple seconds throughout the nightmare but you can't snap out of it.

I have other kinds of nightmares, but these are the two most frequent ones. The first one listed being the most disturbing and unpleasant of them all.

I know exactly how the first experience feels.

Also, my family and friends have learned if I'm talking in my sleep, or they know I'm having a bad dream, not to touch me, because there's a decent chance I'll wake up swinging my fists. I hit my lil bro like that. Left a hell of a shiner on him.

the wierdest dream that i ever had was that when i was really young, that i rolled down a street in a pram. for years i was convinced that it had actualy happened.......

another was that i kept having dreams that i was in some fucked up kids show, and there was a talking skull and a blue monster named Burrp.

Two of my recent ones;

I just spent three days with my best mates from school at their beach house for my birthday, see, and was napping before they came as I got there early. So the dream goes;

I was down there and we were all waiting for my best mate, who I didn't go to school with (and who none of my school mates know therefore wasn't invited IRL), to rock up. He came two hours late and said he was sorry for being late but he had to comfort his ex-girlfriend (who lives interstate and is a really truly horrible bitch) because one of her closest friends, a 45-year-old Pom (doesn't exist IRL) raped her cat.

The other;

I asked out this really, really cute, sweet friend of mine but she rejected me. I chucked a huge tantrum, my dad tried to calm me down, so I killed him by hitting him in the head with a packet of biscuits. My friend was angry for me murdering my father, so she threw her shoes at me.



Also I had a dream last week that my grandma was fondling me and saying I was "way better than my grandad."

Fuck, I need help.

I don't remember much from the dream but it ended with me getting shot in the face,then falling down and bleeding. First I started to panic thinking "holy shit I'm about to die" (I thought the dream was reality, like I usually do in dreams) and then I started calming down thinking "well this is all finally over, too bad".
Then it all sort of faded away and I woke up, sweating.

Biggest understatement ever.

Yeah... so I tend to think my weirder dreams were during my younger childhood. So I was no older than about 10 when this happened. I walked downstairs into our basement, and was looking around at all our toy boxes. There was one box that had all these action figure like Disney characters, and so I walked up to it. Suddenly, several of them came to life. Ariel of "The Little Mermaid" and Genie from "Aladin" suddenly, began to have sex right there in front of me. Which, to this day, doesn't make sense to me how it would work... Anyways, I walked away from that a little deeper into the basement where I found this dark area with just a little bit of light shining onto a wall. As I walked closer, there was suddenly the shadow of Micky Mouse ears and then it suddenly shifted to a very close up view of a rat jumping out of a trap door.... I woke up rather frightened, for no reason. My childhood was... interesting...

My weirdest dream:

I was having sex with Avril Lavigne in a container truck, in a long way road. I even never think about her. I forgot the detail, but I'm sure there's another weird thing before it.

Sure it was.

I was singing Breaking the Law with Corpsegrinder and we beheaded Oli Sykes. Goddam it that that was the greatest dream ever.

the idea of corpsegrinder singing breaking the law is hilarious on its own.

I've dreamed not long ago a dream, it was about my ex-boyfriend who's hunting me and wants kinda pulling me down or something. I don't remember everything. So, than his face changed.. and he looked at me happily bizzare. Oh I'm not sure what all that stuff means. In fact, we've got trouble last times, and than it was over and so on. And now he's following me also in my dreams. It has to stop, it's making me crazy. Well. Scary.

I had a dream were I was jamming on my Bass with victor wooten.. it was cool. Not exactly my weirdest dream (Whcih featered Bionicles... yes the lego toys... running around in my yard) but still worth mention.

I was in Switzerland and was paying for a lot of drinks with Australian dollars... then the next day I realised she'd given me fake notes - $12, $22 and $52 notes, and they were ALL yellow (here, only the Australian $50 is yellow, the 10 is blue and the 20 is red). Not only that, instead of the pictures of the famous faces on the notes, they were all Simpsons characters with breast implants and one breast exposed. A friend who I haven't seen in a while but have kept in good contact with, laughed at me for getting fake notes.



Agreed!! Ol' George strapping on a big leather codpiece and thinking "what the fuck am I doing"...

I was sitting on the outsides of what appeared to be some pagan-like circle of rites. There were candles situated within it in a pattern, and I was surrounded by a kind of infinite darkness that seemed to stretch on forever. In the middle of the circle was a girl, naked, lying down. Except, while my dream was presented to me through the framework of realistic environments and objects, she was like something out of an anime.

So this dog walks out of the darkness and it has three erect dicks. It mounts the girl and fucks her silly. She seems to be enjoying herself. A little while into the fucking, the dog turns its head at me, staring imploringly: "Whatchoo lookin' at, nigga?"

I don't get the chance to respond before I wake up.

I had a dream a few nights ago that this brown fog killed me and I met the grim reaper who took me to hell. It was awesome.