Planet from the Daft Punk video with the blue aliens was going through an apocalypse. I woke up crying.

Me and a few fursuiters about to watch some kind of a furry gala on the TV, in my highschool history teacher’s house, while she’s making us sandwiches

I don’t remember it fully since it was years ago.

I had a date with a nice girl and we talked a lot. The weird thing was that she was naked, but this was because of her super powers.

I remember that we had an engaging conversation and that everything around us was surreal but not much more.

My work was transferring me to Tajikistan to expand our operations. Tajikistan is a landlocked country and my work sells fishing equipment… Also, they had incredibly advanced technology like holographic billboards and flying cars.

I had a really weird dream when I was a kid that still sticks with me because it was so out there. Usually they relate in some sort of way to what’s happened or how you’re feeling, but this one was so off the wall I don’t know what it was supposed to be.

It started with me driving into a gravel parking lot, like for a campsite in the mountains. It’s overlooking a decently steep slope down covered with leaves or pine needles with lots of trees around. I park and get out and I stand there holding a towel. An old beetle drives up and parks really close next to me. A Hispanic guy gets out, walks away, and I drop my towel for some reason. I watch him walk away for a few seconds. When I turn my car has turned into a giant sweet gum seed pod (gum ball), before looking down at my towel which has turned into an anthill with a bunch of ants coming out of it. That’s where I woke up.

A relatively recent one that I wrote down:

I was at home and suddenly realized (?) I had some guinea pigs that I took care of and they were thirsty but otherwise fine. I refilled their water bottle but noticed the nozzle was very dirty so I cleaned it. Then I put it back and one of the pigs was starting to drink. Somehow there was a lot of pressure on the bottle and its tongue was caught in the nozzle and was injured!

So I took it out and walked to the next vet, which was in a mall or something in the city center. It was a big room full of people and one of the vets was walking around, he looked a bit like Dr Jacoby from Twin Peaks. I talked to him, he told me - without even looking at the pig - that he could help me but he won’t do it because I gave a bad review last time. I stormed out, shouting at him. For some reason I walked home through a sewer system. Then I woke up.

A few years ago I had a depression and two dreams were coming back repeatedly.

My apartment was a floating in the middle of the ocean and I had to defend it against “invaders”, like my landlords, my parents, some of my “friends”. They were all trying to “attack” me and invade my now lonely isolated floating apartment.

The other one is my fit coworker hunting and running after me to capture me and bring me back forcefully to my parents, from which I was running away, in my mid thirties.

It was around the time that game L.A. Noir first came out. I ended up getting really sick with the flu and I was having these really vivid dreams where I was a detective investigating gruesome crime scenes and questioning suspects.

Anyways, my girlfriend at the time worked a lot of odd hours and she had a late shift on one of the days I was sick. So I crawled in bed around 6 or 7 pm hoping I’d get to see her and be feeling a bit better when she got home at 11. I’m exhausted so I immediately fall asleep.

So, I end up having another detective dream where I’m going over this murder scene where this lady was butchered in her kitchen. It’s even in black and white. I’m gathering evidence, questioning the neighbors and other passers by and talking with my partner who reminded me of Robert Stack from Unsolved Mysteries.

While all this is going on I start hearing someone calling my name. Real light and slow like it’s far away. At this point I feel like I’m obsessed with the case and really closing in on a suspect. My partner and I stop to take a smoke break and go over some ideas when I hear my name called again only louder. At this point it’s been escalating louder, closer, and clearer for what seemed like an hour.

I look at my partner and he’s reacting as if he heard it. So I ask him if the stress of the case was cracking me up or if he’d heard someone calling my name too. He just kinda wryly smiles as he looks down stamping out his cigarette under his polished black leather shoe and then just sort of chuckles to himself. He says, “Yeah… I heard it… I guess we’ll have to finish the case some other time.”

I start to argue with him asking him what he means. We can’t stop now… we’re getting too close to an answer! That’s when he finally lifts his head, sort of tips his brimmed hat back, and looks me dead in the eye as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We stand there in silence for a second when we hear someone call my name again only louder and closer this time. That’s when he squeezed my shoulder and calmly yet sternly tells me “None of this matters, none of this is real… It’s time for you to wake up now.”

I instantly shot up wide awake. It felt like I was pulled back into reality, like a rope literally tanked me upright in bed. Now, I’m sitting there just heavily breathing and sweating bullets when my girlfriend walked in and asked me how I was feeling and that she’d been trying to wake me up for like 5 minutes because she’s gotten some soup and crackers ready for me to try and eat.

The whole experience was just so odd I couldn’t shake it for like a week. She’d been the one calling me but that 5 minutes in dream time felt so much longer. Also, it felt surreal how my partner seemed to have real agency and how it all felt so real.

In the end, I never ended up having another detective dream or finishing the case. It’s like the facade of the dream world was shattered in that moment and my partner was kind of saying goodbye. I don’t know why I dreamed of a good man, friend , and partner like Stanford McCallister but I still wish I could thank him for waking me up.

I had a series of dreams over the course of about 15 years that all took place in some (presumably fictional) town. I don’t really remember most of them anymore save the last one (which involved the FBI building a huge facility on the east side of town because they were investigating everyone in town for some reason, along with some more nefarious stuff.)

But what’s weird is that, more than a decade since the last dream, I still remember numerous very clear details about that town. I can tell you which streets I’ve lived on in it, who my neighbors were, what kind of vehicles they drove, where they worked or went to school, even stuff like the fact that my neighbor to the west (on the corner) in the 2nd house I lived in had an 11 year old son named Bobby who had Down’s syndrome. It’s like I lived there for years and years and knew everyone (it’s a pretty small town), only none of it or them actually exists outside of my brain.

It wasn’t the content of the dream, but the nature of the dream itself. Ever have a dream that seems like it’s years long? I woke up a little disoriented and feeling like I had lived another life.

I was a penguin. I was waiting in line at the Harold Washington library in Chicago to get an autograph from Neal Stephenson. I had to keep looking over my shoulder, because there were wanted posters up everywhere with my penguin face on them, because I was being hunted for a crime I didn’t commit.

I used to have very intense, vivid dreams when I was younger, some of them were like watching a movie. I remember most of them still, but one in particular sticks with me.

I dreamed about these monsters called blood-bats that were ~3’ tall, squat, red-skinned, winged monsters with 3 big black claws on each hand. They would claw people and leave long, white lines on their flesh, draining them of blood and also the will to live. I dreamed I had gone to Marrakesh (for some reason) and the streets were filled with people who all had these marks on their arms or chest or whatever, and they were all just shuffling around like they were zombies, staring at the ground, etc. They were all kind of moving in one direction, so I pushed through the crowd in that direction and eventually discovered a palace that appeared to be their destination. Inside the palace was this long, wide great hall that was lined by these little booths that each had a priest of some religion or other in it. The people were all lining up to go into the booth of their choosing where they would kneel on a small carpet, the priest would bless them, and they would collapse and a pair of orderlies would put them in a body bag and carry them away.

I was determined to find out what was really going on here, why all these people appeared to be grimly shuffling off to their ultimate demise, so I skipped out of the line and found myself in an elevator. As the elevator started going down one of the creatures came in through the hatch in the ceiling and attacked me, but I managed to fight it off without getting clawed and it fled. Pretty soon the elevator stopped and the door opened and I found myself in this vast open warehouse-like structure filled with thousands of hospital beds, each one with one of these creatures on it. There was an old man pushing a cart around from bed to bed checking on them. I approached and asked him what the shit was going on and he explained that these creatures were from another dimension, that they traveled between dimensions hunting sapient life to drain as a food source. The way they hop dimensions is they make someone where they want to go dream about them - usually only a few at most - and then when that person wakes up the ones they dreamed of would exist in that reality.

As soon as the old man finished telling me this I realized that I was dreaming and was about to wake up, only I wasn’t dreaming about 3-4 of these guys, I was dreaming about the entire race. In those hazy few seconds between being fully engaged in the dream and fully awake I was frantically searching around both the dreamscape and my bedroom for anything sharp that I could use to kill myself before I woke up and brought all of them here. Fortunately reality reasserted itself in pretty short order, but that handful of seconds might’ve been the most scared I’ve ever been.

In my 20’s I had three dreams. The first I was at my parents house preparing for a zombie invasion. I knew we would be fine if I found “it” (no idea what it was) but was unable to in the dream. The second dream I was at the office trying to find “it” again and knew I only had three chances. The third dream I was in the desert at the mouth of a skull shaped cave. I had a shovel and knew it was my last chance to find “it”. I failed and awoke knowing I had lost something important but undefinable. The dreams were all about a month apart and so vivid they felt real.

Another interesting note on my dreams is almost all of the really intensely real dreams I’ve been able to recall take place in different parts of the same “world”. Sometimes in the dream I can recall other dreams and where they are in relation to the current dream, most often I make the connection after waking.

I was 15, and had a dream of my girlfriend standing on the side of the street in daylight, and somehow her belly button somehow turned into something like a black hole, but still flesh colored, and she got sucked into oblivion.

Hey, dreams can definitely be weird like that. 🤷‍♂️

There’s a bunch that I don’t remember, but I got bit by a spider and the bite turned into a mushroom and it grew and changed into a bunch of rainbow colors. We caught the spider and it was a clown recluse. I guess even my sleeping brain makes dumb puns.