I had this dream a while ago, so its details are pretty patchy at this point. So the dream started off as me just staring into this field. It had a couple of horses in it and there was the air of tranquility over it. All of a sudden, from over the crest of the farthest hill, these figures start to appear and upon closer inspection, it's a hoard of ducks. Hundreds of ducks. They descend on the horses which I realize are now smaller than average horses. And as I'm watching this I realize that I'm narrating this event from the point of view of a sports caster.
The little horses retreat to the far end of the field and collect more horses. I look back at the army of ducks as they fast approach and then turn again to the horses. Their numbers have increased, but as they're running they're morphing into Boston terriers that are now chasing after the ducks. They're efficient in their attack and separate off groups of ducks that are now retreating. I can't remember what they were doing to the ducks, but I'm thinking that they were just circling them very fast as if herding the ducks.
The remaining ducks retreat back over the hill and that was the end of my dream. This dream took place after I took a little break from smoking pot, so weird ones were expected...but this was a whole new level of bizarre to me.
Ha, that's awesome. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but when I do, I seem to remember them for a really long time. I think it is because I ruminate over them for so long or something. I commented with a couple that I had as a kid and sometimes I wonder if I really even remember them or if they've morphed and changed over the years into something completely different. They still seem so vivid, though.
I had one in which I was outside with a close friend of mine. Everything seemed fairly normal and we were just sitting together, talking to each other. Suddenly, my friend started giving me a weird look. I asked them if they were okay, but they just continued to stare. It was the sort of stare that made you feel uneasy and was a bit creepy.
Without any sort of warning, my friend immediately changed into some sort of monster, fairly similar to a troll or ogre. They grabbed me and picked me up, and my first thought was that I was about to die. But, for whatever reason, the monster dropped me. Before they could get me again, an assault rifle appeared in my hands and I shot the thing in the head, instantly killing it. However, all I thought about was that I had just killed my friend.
My two older brothers then appeared, each with their own assault rifles. They joined me as more of these monsters, all identical, randomly started spawning around us. Together we just kept gunning them down as we moved through the area. It seemed to go on for a while until I eventually woke up.
I have a recurring dream that's gone on as long as I can remember. When I'm a small child (3 years old) a man breaks into our house. He makes my family sit on our couch while pointing a gun at us. But instead of the gun having a normal barrel, it has the receiving end of a seat belt for my parents truck at the time (late 90s Silverado). The man seat belts us to the couch, and then leaves. Dream over.
I've had a few weird ones that stick out. This first one is from my childhood, not sure how I still remember it:
I'm in an old-school diving suit, something like this, but I'm not underwater. Instead I'm in some sort of cave system with little islands surrounded by lava. I'm bouncing around in this weird diving suit thing like there's no gravity and I have no idea what I'm doing there or anything. That's all I really remember, but I remember it vividly and I had this dream over two decades ago.
Another strange one from my childhood: I'm in my neighborhood and no one else is around. All of the houses are empty, but I have this weird sense of foreboding, that something is chasing me. In the dream I know it is some sort of werewolf creature, but I don't recall ever seeing it. I'm freaking out and running all over the neighborhood and eventually I go into my best friend's house and hide in a room filled with blankets and pillows. I can hear the werewolf getting closer to me and right before he opens the door, I find a trumpet of some sort in the blankets and blow it. That's all I remember, but I've always assumed the trumpet scared the werewolf away or something?
And finally, the dream from this morning that prompted this question: I was in a bar and I asked for a shot watermelon Pucker, up (that means no shaken and strained without ice). I ordered a mixer that tastes terrible, that's used to make shooters, as if it were worthy of sipping. So, so weird, especially considering I used to bartend and just can't see myself ordering this at all. I woke up right after the dream, completely baffled by it.
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I had this dream a while ago, so its details are pretty patchy at this point. So the dream started off as me just staring into this field. It had a couple of horses in it and there was the air of tranquility over it. All of a sudden, from over the crest of the farthest hill, these figures start to appear and upon closer inspection, it's a hoard of ducks. Hundreds of ducks. They descend on the horses which I realize are now smaller than average horses. And as I'm watching this I realize that I'm narrating this event from the point of view of a sports caster.
The little horses retreat to the far end of the field and collect more horses. I look back at the army of ducks as they fast approach and then turn again to the horses. Their numbers have increased, but as they're running they're morphing into Boston terriers that are now chasing after the ducks. They're efficient in their attack and separate off groups of ducks that are now retreating. I can't remember what they were doing to the ducks, but I'm thinking that they were just circling them very fast as if herding the ducks.
The remaining ducks retreat back over the hill and that was the end of my dream. This dream took place after I took a little break from smoking pot, so weird ones were expected...but this was a whole new level of bizarre to me.
Ha, that's awesome. I hardly ever remember my dreams, but when I do, I seem to remember them for a really long time. I think it is because I ruminate over them for so long or something. I commented with a couple that I had as a kid and sometimes I wonder if I really even remember them or if they've morphed and changed over the years into something completely different. They still seem so vivid, though.
I had one in which I was outside with a close friend of mine. Everything seemed fairly normal and we were just sitting together, talking to each other. Suddenly, my friend started giving me a weird look. I asked them if they were okay, but they just continued to stare. It was the sort of stare that made you feel uneasy and was a bit creepy.
Without any sort of warning, my friend immediately changed into some sort of monster, fairly similar to a troll or ogre. They grabbed me and picked me up, and my first thought was that I was about to die. But, for whatever reason, the monster dropped me. Before they could get me again, an assault rifle appeared in my hands and I shot the thing in the head, instantly killing it. However, all I thought about was that I had just killed my friend.
My two older brothers then appeared, each with their own assault rifles. They joined me as more of these monsters, all identical, randomly started spawning around us. Together we just kept gunning them down as we moved through the area. It seemed to go on for a while until I eventually woke up.
I have a recurring dream that's gone on as long as I can remember. When I'm a small child (3 years old) a man breaks into our house. He makes my family sit on our couch while pointing a gun at us. But instead of the gun having a normal barrel, it has the receiving end of a seat belt for my parents truck at the time (late 90s Silverado). The man seat belts us to the couch, and then leaves. Dream over.
He was clearly just concerned about your family's safety!
I've had a few weird ones that stick out. This first one is from my childhood, not sure how I still remember it:
I'm in an old-school diving suit, something like this, but I'm not underwater. Instead I'm in some sort of cave system with little islands surrounded by lava. I'm bouncing around in this weird diving suit thing like there's no gravity and I have no idea what I'm doing there or anything. That's all I really remember, but I remember it vividly and I had this dream over two decades ago.
Another strange one from my childhood: I'm in my neighborhood and no one else is around. All of the houses are empty, but I have this weird sense of foreboding, that something is chasing me. In the dream I know it is some sort of werewolf creature, but I don't recall ever seeing it. I'm freaking out and running all over the neighborhood and eventually I go into my best friend's house and hide in a room filled with blankets and pillows. I can hear the werewolf getting closer to me and right before he opens the door, I find a trumpet of some sort in the blankets and blow it. That's all I remember, but I've always assumed the trumpet scared the werewolf away or something?
And finally, the dream from this morning that prompted this question: I was in a bar and I asked for a shot watermelon Pucker, up (that means no shaken and strained without ice). I ordered a mixer that tastes terrible, that's used to make shooters, as if it were worthy of sipping. So, so weird, especially considering I used to bartend and just can't see myself ordering this at all. I woke up right after the dream, completely baffled by it.