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Ok, I want you to write your dreams here. Ok, this is a selfish thread becuase I want a place to blog this creepy ass dream I had. Seriously, its given me the willies. I've never had anything so hyper realistic before.

In the city where I live there is a themepark. Its not disney sized but its pretty large and quite well placed. Its hidden mostly by trees inside, walls lining it and the few skyscrapers that marr the cities skyline. Overall, there are high apartment blocks, but the city is entwined with nature and small rocky hills, so you can see for miles around at certain points.

Just outside the themepark, opposite is an open air bus station. It has a small building where you can buy tickets and snacks, and the traffic swirls around it in all directions. Its kind of a stop point before you get to the city but its very very quiet in the city even on busy days.

In the summer you can hear screams from the themepark where ever you are, its needle ride is so high you can see it all the time if you crane your neck. In the winter when the park is shut, its turned into a giant christmas tree shape with lights, its really quite beautiful.

Its actually opposite the University I used to study in, my classes weren't late but the sun sets early here so I would ofen be standing there in the dark watching the pretty lights flicker. Even though the plaza where you get the busses is quite large, the tram I needed to get would always be opposite one of the walls of the themepark. It was still abit away, I could see the adverts on the stadium opposite advertise expensive things, the science museum next door glass lifts ferrying people up and down.

I quite like that little place. Even though the junkies that seem to love to hang around bus stations would argue with each other and force me and others to push ourselves against the wall of the ticket kiosk until the tram comes.

I was there, looking at my phone. Twittering, as you do. I was also listening to music. I listen to alot of remix/mashup things. Where sounds are taken out of everyday life and movies and put together in songs. I think thats why I didn't realise that the noise I was hearing was in the sky until it was deafening. The drone, like a thunderous squeal drew my attention upward. As I looked up I saw the plane dropping from the sky, in a sort of extremely slow motion tumble, one wing completely on fire.

Screams slienced as it hit the themepark, disappearing behind the wall as a ball of flames rose up in a wail of an explosion. I hear the gasps and screams of the people around me, some people running towards it, others away, some letting their hands rise as they film the scene with their phones. My ears are ringing, there is a strange smell, and my face can feel the heat of the tree of fire that's continuously exploding.

Things start to fly from the explosion in what reminds me of those lava rocks from cartoon volcaones. I realise with others that its becoming dangerous to stay where we are. I'm torn and stunned, there is little I can think of doing as the flames seem to swell. So, I run towards my University feeling like a bit of a coward.

I'm trying and failing to use my phone with shaky fingers, to call my friend as in the moment I can't remember if the bar she works in is in the themepark (it used to be but she moved to another resturant a few weeks ago)

I curse, step over the curb and trip over my own boots. I wake up as I try to put my arms out to stop me hitting my face on the curb.

It felt so real I don't think I've ever been so confused when waking up.

So... feel free to vent your dreams here... Lol

I haven't had an epic dream like that in a while.
The best dream I had recently featured a famous person and put a skip in my step the entire following day. Wish I could call that up any time I wanted!

The weirdest dream I recently had was that my 18 year old cousin married her younger brother who is 16. It was very disturbing and the family ostracized them lol!

I have a lot of vivid dreams. The one that is bothering me most lately was where I was riding the BART train (SF Bay's version of the subway.) They had these huge meat hook things along the walls where the disabled seating usually is. There was this guy walking through the train and we were all terrified. I was trying to avoid looking at him in the hopes that he wouldn't notice me. He was grabbing people and asking questions but I couldn't understand what he was saying. They wouldn't answer and he would put them on these meat hooks that went all the way from their back through their chest cavity and then start skinning them. I didn't see it in the dream but I had the memory of it in the dream and I saw the people. I ran for the next car and he grabbed me in there. I kept begging him not to kill me but then the doors opened and I ran out at that station. After that it kind of did that morph into another dream thing. I was still running but I was going into some abandoned liquor store.

Then my husband kicked me and I woke up.

That is creepy .__.

Not going there.

Ugh that does sound horrid :x

Snakes.

I like snakes though, really being in a bed of snakes wouldn't bother me. They are give wormy massages :3

Being locked in a tent filled with butterflies though. No. No way.

You know Bisky, I'll stick to butterflies!

Or maybe I'll stick to my last dream. Fun fun fun!!! I was helping the Winchester brothers escape custody/prison. Funny thing is I have no idea why Sam and Dean (Supernatural) entered my dreams. I haven't watched a show since last year. Didn't read anything about the show lately or even thought about it.
I forgot most of the dream so it's rather vague now but I remember providing invisible potions to sneak them out, evading the cops by running between them and using a long stick device (no clue what it really was) to scan for traps. I led them to my garage, shut the door and hoped no one saw that it had opened and closed without anyone around and then I woke up.
(I wished I had had time to ask them for an autograph!) :p

Dean Winchester is a BEAST.

I'm jealous :p

Suffered first snake dream in a few years. 3 rattlers in the house & 1 killed my cat.

Snakes are my single most debilitating fear, so when I dream about them I get really traumatized. Haven't had any weird dreams lately, but when I'm really into a book I tend to dream about the story.
I dreamed about the world of Divergent when I was reading that. I don't remember much, but I remember waking up just as someone had yelled at me that I was Divergent and now they'd have to kill me.

I'm still freaked out by that trio of rattlers in last night's dream so now I'm afraid to go to sleep. Where's the coffee?

Dreams won't kill you! Well as long as Freddy's not around. :P
Funny thing is I've dreamed ugly scary dreams where I'm being shut at, pursued by killers, or tornadoes are destroying everything around, or even aliens were popping down on earth inside funnels and if you look at them, they'd take you. I've always been afraid of tornadoes since I was a kid and I dream of them at least once or twice a week. Still, I always wake up with a smile and want to go back to sleep to continue the dream.
Of course I've never dreamed of snakes... Maybe then I would not be too eager to go back. (I HATE SNAKES!) But dinosaurs? Bring it on! :p

I'm really not scared of snakes! Have you guys ever held a snake? That might change your idea of snakes, they are mostly pretty docile, warm and silky. The bigger the better! Then again I come from a country that the only posionous snake is the adder, and thats only dangerous if youre allergic.

Are you nuts G.G? T-rex gonna eat you! :P

Oh and all the females in my family have a recurring dream thats exactly the same, about a dark cloud that attacks London.

Nan thinks its a genetic memory from the Blitz. Always thought that was interesting.

now that would be interesting.

@Bisky What's the Blitz? I've pet snakes. They advise to confront you fear, so I did. More than once too. But I wouldn't hold on unless it had no head. That tongue is creepy!

The Blitz is when London got bombed in the second world war, I read somewhere that they think the death toll was as high as 40,000 people. Nan lived there, she was evactuated like the other children, but it wasn't exactly Narnia for most of the kids. So, her mum went and got her and she ended up back in London.

oh! Those days must have been awful. I can't even begin to imagine. :(

I remember everything she and grandad ever told me about the war, I'd like to write about it someday. Maybe not even a published thing, more of a family history. Of course I'm not gonna get everything as we British have a habit of not talking about things, lol.

Grandad told 8 year old me more stuff than he ever told my mum as "Ann can handle it." My family has funny ways! :P

Yeah exactly, think I want to improve my skills as a writer before I tackle anything as important as a story like that :3

Mick, the zombie line. lol

Dreams are funny things. I have a few reoccurring ones. One is me and a friend of mine (from my late teens/early twenties) and I are being chased through this maze of rooms. Every room is different. There is someone in that room that wants something, tries to slow us down, but we have to keep running because what is chasing us wants to kill us. There is a funhouse feel to the entire thing and it's in the 50's. My friend keeps pulling me along, telling me we need to keep moving but I am getting tired. He never leaves me behind. Just as they are about to catch us I wake up. Sometimes when they burst into the room or just before. Oh, and there is gunfire always in the background and they leave a wake of bodies.

I have more disturbing dreams that used to be reoccurring, but this one came back a few months ago after years of being silent. I have no idea why.

Twas the Night Before the First Day of Fall Semester

I walk into an old farm house with wooden floors, drafty, and with dust motes that hang in grey February sun through glass panes beveled with age. The floor creaks with each step into what used to be the parlor. A rattlesnake tenses, coiled. I go to my knees before it and feign attack with my left hand and grab the reptile behind the head with my right. I hold the viper toward the water-mottled ceiling and shout, triumphant. Then two rattlers wink into being in front of me and strike at my throat. My only utterance, a silent scream.

I gasp awake. Eventually I fall back to sleep. Next day I wake and stumble to the coffee pot. But I avoid the living room.

Haha!

@Mick LOL

I don't know, really... At that size of a 'snake' it might be a little scary no?

This damn thread!

Lol!

@Bisky - I love real dreams like that. Even though they're scary/disturbing, I love that my imagination can make something so unique and real.

The dream I want to share is kind of silly. This is something that's stuck with me for years.

In the dream, I was dealing with some stressful stuff at work, so I was neglecting my (real life) cat Bailey. I came home one day and found the house in a topsy-turvy mess. I yelled at her, but she was hiding in another room.

That night, I woke up to the sound of a cat fight on my closed-in front porch. I went out there, and a big crowd of cats were gathered around two cats fighting. I chased them all out and Bailey started talking to me, telling me that she was sooooo embarrassed by me because I'd chased away her friends. I asked her what she was doing, and she said that she was just hosting a fight club because the cats in the neighborhood had nowhere else to go.

I moved a chair aside and found blood all over the floor. So I told her UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES was she to have fight club in our house. She huffed off into another room.

The next night, I came home and found that she'd disobeyed me, so we had a big fight again. I told her that I didn't want some random cat's blood all over my carpeting, and she said I was a terrible owner.

Now, sometimes (in real life) when my husband and I leave the house, we'll say, "OK, Bailey, no kitty fight club!"

She hasn't answered us yet. But who knows what she's doing when we're not here?

@Samantha That's too funny. A cat fight club. :P Thought about writing a book in a cat POV? :)

Haha. I did once, when I was 11. ;) I wonder if I still have that story around here somewhere...

Then if you could just roughly edit it but make sure to keep the kid voice in the story, who knows, it might become a best seller with children and young teens.

That's how the worst witch came about :3

I keep a dream journal off and on. It's fodder for stories or recording striking imagery. I need to start back with it -- another resolution for 2014!

If I record my dreams, I get better at recollectoin.

Next dream I remember, I'll post here. (If it's halfway coherent)

Coherence is overrated :p

Well-said, Bisky!

Good ideas come out of me sometimes :]

There was this one creepy reoccurring dream I used to have as a child from age 4 until I was about 8 or 9 of this creepy black misty thing (it looked like a mix of Gangar with Pikachus tail) and it would break into my house and tie up my family and hold them hostage. I knew to hide while the thing looked for me and it was really frightening bc it would make scary gargling noises. In the dream I knew I had to save my family, and I would always get to the hall were they were being held and on the other side was the creepy looking thing. Then I would wake up every time.

It was terrifying o.o and I have no idea why I had that dream or what it meant xp still creeps me out thinking about it.

My worst childhood dream was being held hostage by witches in the basement. Every time I tried to make a run for the stairs they grabbed me and flung me back down, all the while laughing.

When I was young, the scariest dream I had was this one where I would touch things and they came to life. I was very young when I had it--I want to say maybe 5 or 6, although it's hard to say. I was definitely less than 10 because that's when we moved to another house. I think it might be the first nightmare I ever remembered.

I can't really say why it was so scary, but I can remember flashes of it and the absolute terror and dread. For instance, there was (in the dream) a bunch of empty baby food jars in the garage. And I touched them and they came to life and started following me. I can still see that baby face staring at me and hear the scrape of the jar on the garage floor. They never did anything to me, they just followed all creepy-like.

I think the worst part was just knowing that I could never touch anything again, as long as I lived, or use things like a normal human being. I would be crippled and followed by alive inanimate objects.

Strange, since those seem like adult concepts.

@Samantha that's really intense for a kiddo dream xp kind of like Rogue from x men, you know, how she can't really touch anyone ever ._.

@Samantha, Now there's a book I'd love to read. The Midas touch meets Medusa's eyes or some such as the girl with the touch must align with someone with a death touch. LOL I love using dreams as book premises.

Okay, my dream was scary. It was a reoccurring dream I had the night before Christmas; Christmas Eve. It was a place, yellow painted walls and there was black and I don't it looked like ghosts or something. Then there was fuzziness everywhere, and all. I don't know what happened, but when I woke, my clock (it's digital and red. -_-) it said the numbers 11.00pm and then outside would be this strange beam of moonlight in the shadow of this evil Santa. I had no idea what the dream meant, it definitely haunted me!

@Nicole Yeah, that's true!

@Debbie I just saw an ad for that TV show "Pushing Daisies" and I was reminded of my dream and this thread. In it, the main character touches someone once to bring them back to life, but if he touches them again, they die. Eek.

@Edwina Every Christmas??? That is scary.

The scariest dreams are the ones that just fill you with dread. Like... (I'm making this up) You're staring at a bowl of flowers on the table. You notice how red they are, and the redness scares you, the way the thorns glisten in the morning sun freaks you out. NOTHING else happens, but you're TERRIFIED of these awful flowers. Know what I mean?