One time, when I was really young, I had nightmares from watching The Mummy. In the dream I kept falling into a pit where the walls came in and crushed me, all planned by the mummy. I kept having this dream until the dream me found out how to best the mummy, and I snared it in it’s own trap, crushing it and killing it. Not sure how many nights I had this dream, but I haven’t had the dream since.

When I was really young, in the single digits of years, I had a nightmare where I was being chased in the dark woods by giant sippy cups that had cartoony arms and legs.

I dreamt about myself in both first-person and third-person perspective this one time. Me and my dad moved to a new house and I didn't why my stepmom and stepsister were missing... whatevers, it's a dream. It's early in the morning, but like it's all blue and moody and cloudy outside. My dad's asleep at the couch, and he left the TV on.. whatever, dad stuff. I'm walking towards the kitchen to get breakfast for whatever reason.

My phone goes off, I pick up. A russian man is talking to me.. not that I know the language, but hey, the subtitles told me that when my view went third-person.. (Man speaking Russian on the phone.) Thanks, it's not like I wanted to know what he was saying. I tell him I don't understand him, but then he starts yelling at me. All of a sudden, my phone goes off into an alarm that sounds like someone escaped out of a state prison. I panicked and threw the phone at the wall. It broke, but surprise, still ringing and still screaming.

In a panic, I ran outta the house to get away from the noise. Like a few blocks later, it's just as loud as it was at the house. Come to realize, that sound wasn't come from my phone at all. I keep running, and hear the man yelling out in the distace, his voice echoing. I start hearing these big banging noises and..

The dreams ends and I'm awake. The banging is my sister knocking on my door, calling me out for breakfast lol if there was ever a dream I wanted to know more about.. it's that one xD

My comic. It literally came to me in a dream about three years ago. At times I was watching the character scaling castle walls and hacking through enemies and other times I was the character and could control what was happening but even in the dream I was this character with a specific personality/temperament and acted accordingly. When I woke up I immediately started writing down what I saw and drawing the first concept pieces of the Shark King. (not a shameless plug, seriously one of the greatest dreams I've ever had)

This night I had a dream in wich it was a New Year party I organized without actually inviting anyone. But, nonetheless I was flooded with bunck of annoying teenagers who were coming straight from the street. So they were loud and brealing stuff and filming everything on their phones and I had throw a few of them away.
After the party I was in a buss with some of people from the party and they were posting the rewiews and rating the event. So basically they were acting obnoxious and breaking things on porpouse, to rate my party wit 0 or 1 later. Jerks, I even didnt invite them in a first place.
I woke up scared that I havent bought new year's gifts yet, cause I was convincet only one week is left.

I tend to have long, super-dramatic dreams that flow from one harrowing plot to the next. A lot of the time, I wake up when I start to realize "hey, haven't I escaped death like 3 different times already??" ^^
Anyway, here's one I just happened to write down a few years ago...it's basically a short story, so don't be surprised by the length.

I was supposed to be executed for a murder. I hadn’t killed anyone myself, but apparently I was an “accessory” to the crime and it had to be done. Two other people were with me.

There was this woman in charge of executing us who said that, if anything in our case changed later on, we had a chance at being revived. A small chance. We were supposed to be slowly drowned so that most of our bodies would be in good condition if that chance came.

Of course, I didn’t want to die, and for some reason we were never handcuffed or tied down, so I kept running off and having panic attacks, and that woman would have to find me and bring me back. I would look at all my writing and the comics I had drawn and cry and cry because I knew I’d never be able to finish them. “There was so much I still wanted to do,” I kept on saying.

I ran off one last time, the day before I was supposed to die. After that, they gave me a dog to “help me through the experience”. I slept on the floor of a room that night, using the dog as a pillow.

The next day, I’d decided to give up and let them kill me. The way I was living was miserable anyway; all I ever did was cry and wait to die. I prayed to God for a miracle to get me out of it. The two other people were already being drowned in the same room; it was too late for them.

Apparently, they were supposed to drug you to sleep before they drowned you, but for some reason I didn’t fall asleep. I just kept thinking about all the things I still wanted to do in my life; I sang songs, I talked to the dog, I did anything I could to stay awake. That woman was getting irritated with me, so I think she tried to start drowning me even though I was still awake. When I felt the water touching my back, though, I suddenly had to get out of there. I don’t know whether I was trying to escape the building, the city, or the state; all I know is that I was leaving and I was taking the dog with me.

I don’t remember much of the escape itself. All I remember was that it was at night, and it involved a sign from God and a trick that worked.

The next morning, the dog and I were walking along a street, trying to get home. I saw that woman sitting at a table, wearing sunglasses and having a drink. She wanted to talk to me, and since I had been taking orders from her for the entire dream I decided to at least see what she wanted.

She pushed a needle right through the middle of my left eye, and I didn’t understand what she was doing or feel the pain until it was too late. She had stabbed my right eye with another needle and was planning on using 8 more when I stopped her, and everything went black.

Fast-forward about a year, and I’d gone up against that woman in court and won, and I’d been pardoned of my other “crime”, so I was free. My right eye had healed, but my left eye was permanently and completely blind. I felt like that woman was trying to get revenge on me, since I had escaped. Since I’d cried about wanting to finish my comics, she tried to blind me so I wouldn’t be able to. It was kind of scary to think about.

Anyway, this dream takes place in the future, apparently, because [older brother] was married. So I was living with him and his wife and [younger sister] and [younger brother]; I don’t know why they were living there. I was kind of like a live-in maid, I cooked and cleaned and took care of his wife because she worked all day.

We were all supposed to go out to dinner that night, and [younger brother] told me that I should get an eyepatch for my blind eye because it would look cool. I said I’d do it later. The wife came home and started complaining that [younger brother and sister] needed more vegetables in their diets, and I said that somebody needed to take me food shopping then because I didn’t have anything in the house to work with.

And then I woke up.

I had a dream once where I was wearing a bear kigurumi and fighting a real bear dressed as a samourai. The real bear had a name (I don't remember) and was so popular he had fans screaming his name. Then I clearly told myself "Wow that's bullshit" and that made me woke up.

Another dream I did a few days was about me having a small blue car that got destroyed for unknown reasons. While raging because of the car, I was carrying a bag with poop inside. I accidentally got poop in my mouth when opening that bag. So I woke up spitting on my pillow.

i used to have these semi reoccuring dreams, they were slightly different each time but some elements were the same. Essentially I'd be walking somewhere, usually suburban like street with cookie cutter homes and always in a spot where people would not loiter or panhandle(like a spot where there shouldn't be a person) there'd be this old man in red flannel who was shaking and sitting at the side of the road. He'd look up at me as I walk by and grab my arm and ask me for help. And he'd just keep asking with a look of intense desperation. I'd ask him what he needs help with and he'd just keep saying "help me" and nothing else. until I would eventually wake up.

Eventually this guy started to hijack my other dreams in other situations(not necessarily suburban streets). He always used to freak me out. He plagued my dreams for a few yrs and then disappeared.

One time I dreamed one of my characters was pregnant with apples. Literally he (yes, he) had this big belly and it was full of apples. And he kept birthing them, which looked like he shot apples whom whatever they were coming out. Is this what happens when you eat apple seeds?

Other weird dream I remember was of some vampire dude that kept chasing me around my neighborhood. When I reached my home I thought I lost him, but there he comes out of my home, smiling and says he murdered my whole family. I only replied "That's not fair" and woke up.

A more recent one is where I got some nasty ransomware on my laptop. I dream about getting computer viruses a lot, while I'm really cautious in real life about such stuff, so in my dream I went "I don't get those stuff irl, so I must be dreaming" then proceeded to slap myself in the face until I woke up.

I have more weird dreams. I even have a special notebook just for writing them down. XD

I suffer a lot from nightmares and very vivid and disturbing dreams :c The dream that stands out to me is actually one of my more tame ones, but it snatched me out of sleep with my heart pounding in my ears and turned my mouth frothy...one of those dreams.

I dreamt I was going through a closet full of all of these old toys I used to actually own as a kid - a plastic lion and a tiger, one of those Disney books with the sound button pallet attachment, a Spirograph set...I'm pretty excited about going through everything until I eventually discover a brown paper bag. I'm immediately filled with dread because I know what's inside. Sure enough, I dump out a very small, dehydrated and starving chick that I've apparently owned for EVER but completely forgot about. It looks up at me and tries to peep but no sound comes out, and I'm panicking because I know there's no hope for it and I want to put it out of its misery, but I also want to do everything in my power to save it, and I'm so guilty that I left it to suffer in a closet all of this time. The whole time I'm assessing this chick, in my peripheral, all of the toys I had been going through are turning into abstract wooden objects with dirt and rust on them.

That's when I woke up.

Ooh, I just remembered another one I had. I had this dream where this little alien dude was crawling on the ceiling of our house, going room from room and blasting each family member with a laser gun. I think he got to my room first, but because I covered myself completely with my blanket, he didn’t see me. I followed after him as he crawled into my parent’s room. (I think they were his main target) and watched him blast them. Afterwards, I can’t remember what led up to it, but I was able to kill the alien. I think I somehow got his gun and shot him with it.

I also just remembered a dream where giant black widows (larger than an average teenager) invaded our old house. We gathered together (me and my brothers) and beat the spiders with baseball bats.

I had a dream. I don't remember most of it, but what I do remember was trippy

I was playing fear pong with a freckled (and really attractive??) redhead, and it was my turn, so i took the card, but I didn't read it. Somehow, I already knew what was on it. "shoot your partner" I didn't move, but
suddenly, I'm pointing a silver pistol at the redhead. I shot them without a second thought. But right before I shot them, they turned into a bunch of tin cans stacked in a tower. They all had the redhead's face painted on the cans.
I won cotton candy. I was at a fair now. Katy Perry's teenage dream was playing in the background

and all was fine

i cant stop thinking about that dream

By the way, anyone else has those dreams, when they want to scream at someone, but suddenly their voice doesn't come out, or you gotta run, or just walk, but your legs for some reason feel really weak or heavy and you just can't walk fast enough? I guess it might be pretty common but still feels weird.

Not sure what dream I was having, but one morning my brother asked me why I screamed that last night. When I asked him what he was talking about, he said that the night before, I slowly sat up, almost in a possessed manner, and then started screaming...yeah...and I didn’t even wake myself up.

lol ive actually learned how to interpret dreams and it's creeping me out guys

aside from literally dreaming a videogame concept, i had a dream within a dream within a dream.

don`t remember the deepest layer, the one in the middle involved me digievolving into myself (with digimon 1 evolution theme) and there were werewolves?.... after i "woke up" from that dream i was at the bed of my mom, and after i asked why i woke up there, a talking green sock appears out of the shits and explains with a silly voice something about mornings. I ran away (for some reason) and got randomly chased by a truck and after i reached the kitchen i saw a cricket with blue and green parts and red eyes.

also there was a dream where a mix of Timon from the lion king and Sonic the hedgehog was singing a melancholic reprise of Hakuna Matata in some weird japanese sounding language.

If i remember more weird dreams, i may share them later.

I was invited to a party thrown by David Hasselhof and he had a wig fetish. Everyone was required to swap wigs every 10 minutes. To this day, it's still the strangest dream I've ever had.

i had a dream i died at a pool party but then I came back and no one noticed