RE: "Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares
04-10-2013, 01:14 AM
I'm not even sure if I have lucid dreams, because my dreams are way too fucked up and bizarre for me to even tell what's going on. A lot of them do end in the world ending or people dying or something so I don't think I lucid dream because I usually don't want that happening. I wouldn't call them nightmares, though, just really powerful dreams that happen to end badly.
An example is when I had a fear of public restrooms as a kid, so I would dream that someone put a bomb in one of the urinals and then it blew up after I used it. But, it was on time-delay so it would blow up like 30 minutes after, when my dad and I were in the car together. And it was a nuclear-ish bomb that would turn the entire sky orange and turn everyone exposed to the air to statues. So, we were in our car, and everyone who was walking outside suddenly turned to statues. Confused people who tried to leave their cars would also be petrified. Dad tried to go out, but I stopped him. We ended up staying in that car and trying to figure out what to do. Eventually we decided that it was best to starve to death and go to heaven instead of being trapped and unable to do anything.
So yeah that freaked me out for a bit, but then I had the dream again, and we came down as angels to save everybody. Made me feel better, even if it was a horrible asspull ending. Lucid dreaming, maybe? Today, I still prefer the first dream, because I had no control over what I was doing, and that made it more interesting. Nightmares don't really affect me much because somehow I always know I can just wake up at any time and it will all be over. This usually happens right before my loved ones get hurt.
I was one fucked up kid, I know.
An example is when I had a fear of public restrooms as a kid, so I would dream that someone put a bomb in one of the urinals and then it blew up after I used it. But, it was on time-delay so it would blow up like 30 minutes after, when my dad and I were in the car together. And it was a nuclear-ish bomb that would turn the entire sky orange and turn everyone exposed to the air to statues. So, we were in our car, and everyone who was walking outside suddenly turned to statues. Confused people who tried to leave their cars would also be petrified. Dad tried to go out, but I stopped him. We ended up staying in that car and trying to figure out what to do. Eventually we decided that it was best to starve to death and go to heaven instead of being trapped and unable to do anything.
So yeah that freaked me out for a bit, but then I had the dream again, and we came down as angels to save everybody. Made me feel better, even if it was a horrible asspull ending. Lucid dreaming, maybe? Today, I still prefer the first dream, because I had no control over what I was doing, and that made it more interesting. Nightmares don't really affect me much because somehow I always know I can just wake up at any time and it will all be over. This usually happens right before my loved ones get hurt.
I was one fucked up kid, I know.