I've had a few strange dreams/nightmares throughout my life, and in retrospect, they were kind of funny.
Ventriloquist
When I was six or so, I had a dream where I was trying to be a ventriloquist with a clown doll, and performing for my family. The way I remember it, the doll had a traditional court jester outfit, purple and gold, and a smiling blue face with big white teeth and a curly black moustache. I did a terrible job of ventriloquisting, and gave it an overly fake Italian accent. I made up fake Italian words. The dummy, on its own, called me a terrible ventriloquist. Then, almost like in a movie, his mouth zoomed in and began talking. He said something like "You're teeth are filthy. Let be (bite/chew/see/climb) into your ... cavities." As the mouth spoke, it faded and disappeared in front of a weird background. All I can remember was there was a lot of color and movement, and there was an elevator like thing with multiple compartments, and in each one was a moving mannequin being chased by a little clay worm, kind of like the worms on Eureeka's Castle. Then I woke up.
Teeth in the bathroom.
I was like, eight or so. The dream was simple: My teeth cloned themselves while I was in a bathroom at my school, jumped out like those joke teeth, and started snapping at my feet. Eventually I stomped on them and ran out, and woke up.
Nightmare Before Christmas.
No, it wasn't a nightmare on Christmas Eve. I had seen commercials for the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas, and thought it looked a little scary. I can't remember anything about the nightmare that had anything to do with the movie, but the two things are cemented together in my mind.
I was in a place that resembled the set of Star Trek: The Next Generation. I was lost. I saw a little old lady - kind of chubby, still walking, short hair - and asked for directions. She said something like: "Sure ... " Then, making cartoonish villainy hand motions and licking her lips, she added: "As soon as I finish my supper!"
I ran away and the dream either shifted into something else or I woke up ... I can't remember, it was a long time ago.
I had a dream once where I was cheating on my girlfriend. I would do no such thing for real, but in the dream some foxxy chick from up the hall seduced me. A friend of mine from high school, who is still there and I haven't seen in weeks, happened to be present and witnessed the whole ... affair ... and when I woke up, for about an hour, I had trouble convincing myself that Griff - the friend - didn't know. I mean, at the time, I knew I had been dreaming, but I was still convinced for a while that I had cheated on my girlfriend and that Griff knew it and would spill the beans.
I had a dream recently where my younger sister - who doesn't have a liscene and seems to me to be the kind of person who'll be a sucky driver - came to campus to drive me home for a break. She got lost in some residential area, drove through some lawns and backyards, and ended up on the highway, on a long, high bridge. Her driving was atrocious, and ever since I was hit by that car last May (not a dream element, that actually happened), I've been really anxious around cars and bad/reckless drivers. So I screamed at my sister to slow down the car. She hit the brakes and stopped entirely.
Switch to long shot from overhead. I was still in the car, but instead of a first person view of the dream, it was temporarily an overhead third person view. Another car sped up and rear ended us. It shouldn't have sent us flying over the edge of the bridge, but that's precisely what happened. I saw the car crash into the water, then I was back inside. My sister was unrolling the windows, with the car completely submerged.
At this point, I had forgotten I was dreaming, and had a very real sense of panic. I genuinely thought I was going to drown. Anyway, here's the absurdity: I say to my sister: "Amanda - press A, B, Start, and Select." This being the button combo to reset a Gameboy Advance. This is a running theme in some of my dreams - being able to press parts of my face or arms to save at certain points in the dream and try again if something goes wrong. By no means does this happen all the time, and by no means does it always work. But anyway, after I said to reset, I woke up. As I was waking up I slowly sat up and was moving my arms like I was swimming. This was completely involuntary, and I only realized I had been doing it when I was fully sitting up.
Sometimes I'll be half asleep and have a half-dream where I'm walking or something, then I'll trip and wake up, but when I wake up I have a momentary sensation of actually falling, even though my eyes tell me I'm on the couch.
When I was five, I found my father's gun collection. I brought one to the living room and said, "Dad, let's play cowboys and indians." My dad sold all the guns the next day. He also gave me a very stern lecture about playing with guns.
That night I had a dream where I was a cowboy, and my dad was sitting on the living room floor in full indian chief attire. I had one of the guns, and I pointed it at him and said "Put your hands up, indian!" And shot my father in the temple. From across the room. I was quite a shot, it seemed. Anyhow, instead of dying or getting hurt, one of his eyes popped out of his head and onto the floor. My father turned to look at me with his one eye and one empty socket. I was terrified and started babbling about how sorry I was and stuff. I went and picked up his eye. It was kind of sticky, and some hairs from the carpet had gotten stuck to his eye, and I rushed to the kitchen to wash it off. I might be making this next part up, but I think I accidentally dropped it in the sink and it went down the drain. Either way, I can't remember much after that.
I had a dream once where I climbed down from the top bunk of my bunkbed, accidentally missed a bar, and fell off a cliff into the ocean.
Two days ago I had a dream where I was collecting rings. Not like Sonic the Hedgehog, but like rings with jewels on them. I had one with a red jewel on it, but the ring was clearly made of plastic, like the kind you find in a cereal box. I don't remember what it was about the rings that I needed them for - I think that it was like, alone they were useless, but if I had all (10? 12?), I could save the world. And of course, the ring I had was too small for my pudgy fingers.
So what happens when I try to put one on? BAM! My finger falls off. Absurdly, my first thought is, "Hey, I can do this to get all the rings on, and just get a doctor to sew the finger back in place." It didn't even hurt. But I did have to find a doctor. So I wrapped the finger up and tied it on temporarily. Someone came by and asked what happened. I explained the situation (what I remember doing was showing her the bandaged finger and telling the whole thing in a matter of two seconds, but I conveyed the whole story in that time). She said, "Oh, wow," and reached for the bandaged finger. I said "Ah, don't touch it!" But she did anyway and the finger fell off again, plus a little chunk of my hand from where the finger is attached to me.
So I'm on the way to the hospital again, when, against my will, I'm forced to see a black screen, like in a movie, that says "Several years later." I'm there, seeing myself whole again ... but for some reason my arm is deformed. It occurs to me that in order to save my finger, they had to reconstruct my arm. I spent the rest of the dream trying to fix it, to fill in the missing time. Anyone seen The Butterfly Effect? That's how I tried to go back and time and figure out what happened. Attached is a rouch MSPaint drawing of the difference between my before and after arms.
Lotta dreams. Nightmares mostly. It may seem far fetched that I remember so much, but these are just in such detail from so long ago because they were big deals for me.
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Dreams and their meanings...
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