We're overactive pattern seekers. A selective advantage - you can see why those who don't find meaning in sabre-tooth footprints are at a disadvantage to those who do.

Dreams have always been significant in human cultures, from those who believe them to be divine visions to those who base their whole creation myths on it. We've always inflated the importance of human attributes to the nature of the universe, and people find it difficult to believe that central aspects of the human experience are not very significant.

This applies to most of my dreams. There's also the possibility that dreams may just be a result of ones imagination and sub-conciousness fabricating lots of crap without any waking inhibitors to stop them from doing so. Dreams don't really mean much to me, and only rarely have they made me come up with a good idea or reminded me about stuff I've needed to do.

However, there have been 2 or 3 dreams I've had which have apparently predicted events that happened in the immediate future after dreaming about them, despite me not having any prior knowledge of these events - Even though they weren't actually that significant (apart from a pet dying suddenly without warning). My rationality writes them off as purely co-incidental based on stuff I may have been worried about - As BM said, we're pattern-seekers. Maybe that's the only reason I remember them. But I still find them odd or else I wouldn't be writing about them here.

Anyway.

Last night I had a weird one which was sort of horror-esque (and a little disgusting so don't say I didn't warn you before continuing to read). This is the weird shit I sometimes come up with.

It was sort of based on me being in a first-person game running around an abandoned castle (a little like Amnesia but it felt more like Skyrim) - 'cept it felt I was directly controlling the character using my own muscle movements rather than via a mouse and keyboard - Which gave me an illusion of "being" the character, but since I couldn't feel pain or smell my surroundings, it didn't really give me the feeling of any of it being real even if it was immersive.

I was moving slowly down a dark, abandoned and crumbling stone corridor, eventually approaching a doorway that lead down some stairs. As I entered and began walking down them, one of the steps was missing, causing me to trip - I rolled, and at the bottom I landed on a decomposed corpse. In repulsion I tried to stand up but felt that I was snagged and prevented from moving.

With just enough light to see by from a tiny grate far, far above me in the ceiling, I looked down at myself, and with horror I discovered the corpse was "alive", staring at me with wild, staring, un-decomposed eyes - And where my body had direct contact with the zombie, I was being "absorbed" into it, the decomposed skin melding somehow with my own through my clothes and consuming me.

Since this was a "game", I "died" four times, prompting a third-person Dead Space 2 style cut scene of me being slowly absorbed by the zombie while screaming, eventually suffocating. I always "quickloaded" to the point where I had just tripped over and was stuck to the zombie.

The eventual solution was to take out my sword, proceeding to cut myself free by slicing off my own skin, exposing muscle tissue and bone. However, I still couldn't stand and I was crawling as fast as I could along the floor, watching my health drain away via a health bar, while the staring zombie was crawling behind me, mouth agape, "wearing" parts of my own skin.

The next part kind of ruined the horror aspect of the dream: I remember using a Skyrim-style healing spell to re-new and regenerate my skin, allowing me to stand and back away from the zombie. I ended its "life" by thrusting my sword down into the back of its neck. Leaning back against the wall, I took a moment to regain my composure, before continuing to explore the dungeon.

Then my cat woke me up.

I know that in reality, dreams aren't really that complex, just exaggerations of things already in the brain. They should be seen as an explosion of things you've collected over time and are resurfacing in the form as dreams. I understand that dreams shouldn't be taken seriously, but I still like to read about interpretations and other things.

Like I said, check Jung out.

Most fascinating bullshit I've ever read, and I'm a Philosophy/Psychology student.

I just woke up after having only some part of a dream.

I actually woke up like I do and I went into the lounge only to discover my sister riding my BMX bike outside. :(

I also discovered that our kitchen sink was in another place with dinner inside it and our cats eating that. And then I woke up.

I had a dream last night that a fire went off near my house and it created a huge explosion...then there was a nuclear bomb...I went to look at the two mushroom clouds from my garden but then an enormous dust cloud blasted by nuclear winds was thrown at me, I pulled my bed covers over my head (makes sense right) to stop the dust from getting into my eyes and when I pulled them down again I was on a motorway having to dodge sign posts and upturned cars being thrown at me by the force of the explosion...all the while one of my dick head mates was laughing at me because I nearly died...oh...and before that there were zombies...again.

I had one on the train. And it scared me so much I scared the other passengers.

I was dozing off on the train and I could have swore my dream was so real I actually thought I was in work... working. Then one of the women I work with was trying to move a washing machine out to the front so I offered her a hand. Then she turned around with a grotesquely pulled face with red eyes and a gaping mouth and let out a blood-curdling roar (in the dream, that I assumed was reality, it was anyways) and it scared the shit out of me so much I woke up and realised that the shout, which sounded like she roared 'NO!' came from a song I was listening to at the time.

Listen up to 1:27 to hear what I heard and try to picture the face as well.



I was scared.

i dreamt i had a shit and it required two flushes to sink it then when i awoke i needed a shit so i had one and guess what it required two flushes to get rid of it now that's some spooky shit i can see the future

That's creepy, I wish I had dreams like that.

Or for that matter MORE dreams.

did anyone of you ever had a super violent dream?

I just had one last night and it was horrible. My heart racing, I woke up shivering. it also was a bolt from the blue.

before that I dreamt about a nice girl, suddenly I was standing with another me in the middle of a pedestrian area, speaking to two other guys who were trying to rip us off with a gamble. when the other me realized that he got ripped off he swung a giant sledge hammer to one's hand and smashed it. the other one tried to escape but got hit by the hammer on his head so violently that half of his face went off.
I was just standing there, watching, while this guy fell to the ground and started to dissolve in blood and meat.
I remember that's when the panic kicked in and I shouted god no. he tried to crawl away from us saying something, but his mouth was all sludge so just squishy mumblings came out.
the last thing I saw before I woke up was this cable grid (instead of a skeleton) jerking heavily and uncontrollably and parts of brain were attached to it.

I don't know what was happening there. I normally never dream about such stuff and I never experienced bad dreams after watching a violent film. I also didn't watch anything before I went to sleep. but this was just phew

Dreams are nothing more than your subconscious' (spelt right) own entertainment. No one can fullly control what they dream, even with years of practise. For example, when people have had a near death experience, you often hear the phrase "my life flashed before my eyes". This is true, because what the brain is doing there is, its rooting through all your memories to find a situation like this one, and how you got out of it. Like a computer scanning its CPU for a certain file, this cannot be controlled, which is why some people say "my life flashed before my eyes". The brain is a mysterious thing, when your asleep, it does what it wants, it has a mind of its own.
(wow, that took a while to type up on a Samsung Galaxy...)

I fucking hope that all that stuff's been copied and pasted.

No, it took me ages to think of something brainy to say, let alone type it up.

You're silly.

On topic of violent dreams, I had one a couple of nights ago which particularly disturbed me.
I pinned my brother to the floor, applied pressure to his skull until it crunched, killing him instantly.
I'm not sure what caused it because my brother and I are good mates... Maybe I have a thing with dreaming about killing family, I've dreamed I killed my mother before.

But I can lucid dream...I can pick and choose my sex dreams and only my sex dreams. But I can still do it. So in that respect I can control them.

I hate sex dreams. They're so fucking disappointing, because I always wake up at the best bit.

My dream was the grass shattered and then turned into a desert as far as I could see my dog disintegrated into gold and then I was at school, my friend and I got on surfboards and started riding a wave in the middle of a soccer field whilst rainbow coloured giraffes were turning themselves inside out at forming into the shape of a pretzel! :confused:

I don't even know how to surf. That's my wiered dream.

I wish all my dreams were like that.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGeh0...eature=related

I've only had around a 3 minute lapse of sex in a dream once, it was awesome but didn't last long. :(

I've barely had any dreams at all these past couple of weeks. Though the one AO related nightmare I will always remember is the one I had years ago..

All I really remember is walking around in a dark, foggy Rupture Farms with giant Scrab figures standing about - some really close to me while others far off in the distance. Nothing but silence as I looked around, eagerly trying to find an exit out of that awful place. Freakin' creepy..

Had a strange one last night.

I was just sitting in my car, listening to some music. I remember thinking it was a new Bad Religion album, but for some reason they covered Christmas songs in it and I was disappointed in it. All the sudden the air in my car got really heavy, and I got this suffocating sensation. I couldn't move at all and I couldn't breathe. Some girl came and opened the door, but it didn't help the breathing or the pressure all around my body. She was dragging me out of the car and I felt as if I was being pulled back into the car by an unseen force. The girl eventually ripped me out of the car as I tried to say "I don't know what to do", but my mouth wouldn't open. I woke up after that.

I hate that. Those are the worst possible dreams, whenever body parts don't function the way you want to.

Like the dreams where I'm being chased by a formless blob of black and my legs just won't move the way I want them to which really hinders my running. Not too mention that the pavement starts thinking that it's an ocean and start to throw waves at me.

I always get devoured in those ones.

You just hate Christmas

Well once my friend told me about his dream. There was a man on a bicycle riding up and down, but when he melted from the sun my friend screamed woke up and punched the wall!

I'm not yet respected enough to have the power to tell him to hush, but anyway, my worst, and frequent dreams are either where i'm in really deep trouble at school, or something important to me gets broken, like my phone or my xbox.

I had a dream where i woke up, got dressed, and went to school. About halfway through the first class i woke up for real and had to do it again.

Pissed me right off...

I dreamed last night of some sort of Romeo and Juliet scenario ... Mixed with Elfen Lied. I liked it.

Well now that's a bit awkward! but nice.

i can never remember my dreams, so to me its like i never even had them, which is annoying because i get bored in my sleep