Last night, I had one of the most intense dreams of my life.

I cannot fully recall all of the details, but I do remember I was in Yosemite valley with my family, and at one point nuclear missiles started striking the ground everywhere in the area. Huge boulders were being shattered miles away. I remember watching this endless stream of nuclear weapons, as missiles begin to take off in a counter attack. The sky was polka dotted with nuclear weapons.

This isn't the first dream about nuclear weapons I've had, however this was the first with more than one nuke in it. The others (only 2 other dreams) were one nuke, that dropped at night and illuminates the horizon red and orange.

These dreams give me the most gut wrenching, scared out of my mind feeling.

I have no idea what these dreams mean. Some websites suggest nukes as being a symbol for total destruction, but nothing has happened in my life even remotely like that.

tl;dr post crazy dreams you've had, and how you interpret them

I've had much the same dreams, about nuclear devastation.
It's a fear we all have, deep down. That one day we all get turning into glowing grey dust.

Well, now I want to have nuke dreams! Interpreting dreams can be fun but then again a lot of people just overinterpret them for the sake of arseholery.

That said, I wish I'd have other dreams more often instead of my usual ones where I read the phone book, tie my shoelaces, go to the shower or pick up the mail.


[EDIT] Wow, I had to check IRC logs for all the details but my latest weird dream was as follows: I was at work, went upstairs there and found some guy trying to use IRC with my name, typing really slow. Anyhow, that bored me so I tried going outside but at that point the building's architecture had drastically changed and I found myself from the bottom floor and I had to go 7 floors upstairs since I somehow deduced that then I'd get back to where I was.

After doing that, I found myself from a hospital hallway where some guy had just fallen on the floor and a doctor came to help him, asking the patient normal questions... until they started talking about how the doctor hadn't been to a confirmation camp (it's a Finnprotestant thing) and had gone straight to work instead. This made the patient sad for some reason.

In any case, the scenery changed again so the doctor, the patient and I were at a schoolyard (the ground was sand instead of concrete, though) when all of a sudden the doctor had an arrow shot at him by a wizard, who had charcoal in his grey beard. This, of course, made me really mad so (I think) I activated my plasmids (my hands started glowing) and yelled out 'WORLDCRAFT' (the name of the editor for Half-Life 1 if anyone wonders) and attacked the wizard. It seemed to prove effective, since the wizard had turned into a tree on a grassy knoll and that's when I woke up!

I'd take that messed up junk over the mundane things every night, though.

Things that you fail to do in real life, I might add. But in your dreams is a different story!

Dreams are ways to practice extreme situations. Your brain concocts some horrible puzzle and throws it at you night after night, until you come up with a solution. You won't remember the dream itself, but if you ever encounter that situation in real life, your subconscious might just know what to do because of the dreaming.

Last night I dreamed I was in a biker gang and we rode into a building. We actually wanted to be in the building next door, so we jumped between the roofs. On motorcycles.

The best you can hope for is a Fallout 3-ish future.

I too seem to get my fair share of "armageddon" themed dreams,

I never feel scared in them, normally I'm either doing something to try to stop it or knew beforehand it was going to happen and I'm trying to save people...corny I know, maybe I've watched too many action hero films.

All my dreams vary in how vivid/intense they are but I've never gone about looking into what they could mean, I just consider them to be dreams and dreams alone. If my sub-conscious is anywhere near as weird as my conscious mind then there could be a billion and 1 different reasons, my mind wanders from topic to topic like anything.

Well, you do (did?) work next to a gigantic black hole machine.

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I have had alot of dreams about tornadoes and mean very realistically. I dont live in an area that is common for tornadoes, but they have unusually occurred out here in the Western US. I was somewhere in a valley surrounded by mountains and inside someones cabin or house, and there was a huge storm approaching and the clouds underneath was totally black. I ran into the building and afterwards I was curious and peeked outside and there was like about a few hundred F3 to F5 tornadoes surrounding the whole valley and even on the mountain sides, I could even hear the sound. AND DAMMIT THERE WAS NO BASEMENT! the next morning I told my wife about the dream and she looked up the revelation of the dream on this stupid website and it explained that Im going to have love problems, or Im going to stub my toe. I told her to stop looking at these homo zodiac websites about dreams:argh:. I think that there is a reason for this, because I have had dreams about tornadoes ever since I was a teenager.

sweet! at least now if i get stuck on a dirt road surrounded by blackberry bushes and run into a pack of angry skeleton worriors and i suddenly start moving REALLY slow i might subconciously know how to handle it

i have bizarre dreams...

I actually had a dream I was in JK multiplayer, like actually being the person you play as. The world still looked identical (crappy graphics and such), and the only attacks I did with the lightsaber were the usual secondary-fire huge swing and such. I do remember being very worried about my health though, not wanting to die.

Well, that's one theory anyway, the best one I believe. It explains why we dream about difficult social situations or confrontations, because it's the same fight or flight response as being chased by a predator, although less intense.

I can fly or jump really far in 90% of my dreams. Just as a casual fact.

speaking of this, back in my WoW days there was a few times I had played so much WoW that the game literally became infused in my dreams. I had a dream I talked to my chemistry teacher, then I mounted up and left the classroom :/

kids, don't play wow

I was once sitting at a lunch table full of co-workers. They were discussing dreams & how odd they can sometimes be. I was in a bad mood that day & just wanted to eat my lunch in peace. When it was my turn to describe my dreams I told them that "I have a re-occuring dream about killing my co-workers". You could hear crickets chirping & the look on their faces (it was the same wide-eyed & pale-faced look on everyone) was priceless. I let the silence go on for about 30 seconds before I made a loud maniacal laugh (not the goofy one from Austin Powers) & continued eating my food. I think that some of them assumed that I was joking & the others were probably a bit concerned. I suppose they'll never know (I no longer work there).

when I was young (7 or 8) I had one of the coolest dreams I've ever had. I was going with my parents to visit some friends of theirs. We got to their house and went inside, and the couple informed me they had a son around my age, and I should run upstairs to his bedroom to play. So I go upstairs, and locate the door to the boy's room. I open it and on the other side of the door is a large harbor, complete with old style sailing ships. Seagulls are flying around and what not... The wind's blowing. Anyway, I start walking down towards the pier, and I see the kid inside one of the ships. He waves at me and calls for me to join him. I walk up the brow onto the ship and we cast off. We're sailing around near the shore, when his mom calls him from downstairs. He tells me to wait there, and leaves the boat (it escapes my memory now how he got off the boat, but I'll assume he jumped over the side and swam to shore, since we were not very far out). While I'm waiting for him to return a huge storm comes up, and the boat starts heaving back and forth. A wave crashes over the side and knocks me to the ground. I'm laying there with my face against the deck, while water's pouring over me, and the ship's rocking like crazy. After a couple minutes, the storm dies down again. I get to my feet and look towards the shore... and see nothing but ocean. For as far as I can see, there is no land. Then I woke up.

I honestly can't recall when I've last seen a dream.

But I do remember one from my childhood (I was 5 or 6, perhaps) where I was Luke Skywalker fighting Darth Vader, and Vader chopped my head off. That was intense.

I don't have dreams.

I know all the scientists and sleepologists and dreamologists say everyone has dreams, but I've never experienced one. I don't even wake up in the morning and think "hmm, I had a dream, but I don't remember what it was about." I lie down, close my eyes, then at some instant in the future I open my eyes again to find that time has passed. When I sleep, all of me sleeps. For me, going to sleep is surrendering my conscious to temporary oblivion.

Whenever I hear people trying to tell me about their dreams, I get annoyed. First, because I don't have them. Second, because they mean nothing. Third, because they always end with "and then I woke up." USELESS!

According to Science, even you have and experience dreams, but you don't remember them, or in your case don't even remember having them (which happens to most people, just not all the time), because your brain releases something that I forgot.

That's what they say, but I don't buy it. All "Science" knows is that there are high levels of brain activity during the REM stage of sleep, which observers correlate with dreams after the sleeper wakes up.

Not once in over 9,000 nights of sleep do I remember even possibly having a dream.

I once had a dream where my backpack was also my coat

when I grow up I want to be a sleepologist

i remember my dreams almost 50-75% of the time

it is actually a tiring experience

patent. this. idea.

I can't run in my dreams, it's ****.
I'm serious, I end up in this weird hunched over posture dragging my arms or something. It's been this way in every dream ever.

Come to think of it Cm just reminded me of this, and about a couple of weeks ago I was editing JK in my dreams, I kept trying to coordinate the textures in a room, but I couldnt get the damn thing to work. Then I was inside the game (in editor mode not gameplay) and I was trying to push the textures to match up with my bare hands and then the textures started to line up, then I was touching these buttons on a control console to adjust the lighting, and like usually it was a pain in the ass to get it right.

Something tells me that I spend too much time editing JK.

Based on the silly things people are claiming about dreams in this thread, this either means you are IMPOTENT and INCAPABLE OF PERFORMING or that your brain is training you to try and escape from things when you're old and crippled!

I drew this the other day; I guess it has some relevance

Of course then I saw Inception and drew this.

For the past four months I've had a reoccurring dream where I'm in bed, a group of people break into my house and I can hear them talking loudly and stomping around, knocking over bookcases and such. Eventually they start coming down the stairs towards my room, at this time I'm trying hard to open my eyes and wake up but as always someone kicks in my door and starts throttling me. It's pretty much the same exact thing a few nights every week.
They are some of the most realistic dreams I've had so it scares the hell out of me every time.

Taking potassium before you go to sleep helps you remember your dreams, so when I'm filling adventurous I'll eat a few bananas and listen to Boards of Canada before I go to sleep, having a small source of light in the room, like a lava lamp, seems to help as well.

Though I don't see any point in interpreting dreams, I just enjoy them for the possibilities.

Ironically, I've found in my own dreams that once I've experienced a problem presented a few times and know how to solve it, I am unable to act. I suspect this is because I am sending commands to a part of my brain that's completely asleep - the motor parts - and it's clearly not responding. So in the dream world, I am frozen in place. Tibby could be experiencing something similar.

Or, that could just be how he runs in real life.

It's important to realize that the problem the subconscious is presenting is not always clear. It seems that it starts with a kernel of conflict, and then piles whatever random crap your subconscious has in it on top. If you have a particularly memorable recurring dream that you'd like to get rid of, study it to see what problem it is really presenting to you.

This is also probably why childhood is dominated by simple nightmares. As we resolve them, we replace them with much more subtle nightmares.

This weekend I had a dream that I was hanging around in this village on the side of a mesa with some friends. The universe had intersected with another universe, causing the image of an enormous asteroid-like rock to appear in the sky, and it was gradually floating towards the mesa. Though it had the appearance of actually being there, it ignored most of our universe's physics, and when it reached the mesa it simply passed through it as though it wasn't there.
We all watched in terror as it moved inexorably through the mesa towards us, and we could do nothing to prevent it from soon engulfing us entirely. Then it happened, and I could see the surface of the asteroid engulfing me from the bottom up.
Once I was entirely inside it, I became aware of the lovecraftian horrors inside the rock. This lasted only for a few seconds, and things got really weird. Everything I perceived became a writhing, folding, two-dimensional plane, and I could feel myself being crushed and folded by its chaotic motions, though it did not hurt.
I became aware of a pipeline running through the rock, and that this event was a work of fiction, and the pipeline was only meant to be known to the reader. I thought it rather serendipitous that I was able to find it, then.

Soon it was over, and the rock was gone, and we were all left there astonished by what had just happened. We gathered together and described what we had experienced. We were overwhelmed by it all, and didn't understand it, but there was a certain feeling of comprehension, as though we knew now there is something we must do, some place we must go, and when we get there, everything would change.
We had gone from terror to a feeling of almost intoxicating anticipation. One of my friends there explained to us that he had experienced this event before, and knew where to go. He began to lead us down winding hidden paths away from the mesa, down dangerously steep slopes. We followed, in ecstacy, until I woke up.

Someone jacked you, Kyle
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it was probably happydud

Once when I was 9 I had a dream that I got a brand new GameBoy color.. (right around the time they had just came out) it seemed so real. When I woke up I ran downstairs to go play it, only to discover that it never existed.


Saddest day of my life