A safe space to tell all about your weird ass dreams

  • rtxn@lemmy.worldEnglish
    39·
    1 year ago

    One of my teeth became loose. When I pulled it out, a significant part of my upper jaw came off with it. It fucked up my entire day.

    • PerogiBoi@lemmy.ca
      10·
      1 year ago

      I have dreams like this twice a week at least it’s miserable. For me though my teeth crumble and I’m pulling out the bone and tooth shards. Like broken glass in your mouth.

      • grasshopper_mouse@lemmy.world
        9·
        1 year ago

        Yes! This happens to me too a few times a year and it’s terrifying. I dream I’m like spitting little pieces of my broken teeth out onto the ground, or that my teeth are very loose and if I touch them with my tongue it “unseats” them somehow and then I can’t close my mouth properly and I crunch down on the tooth that no longer fits right.

      • NikkiNikkiNikki@kbin.social
        5·
        1 year ago

        I have dreams where I’m stressing so much that I grind my teeth, and then they start crumbling and everytime I chew I break my teeth apart more

  • Big P@feddit.uk
    29·
    1 year ago

    I had a dream that a bear bit me on the shoulder then I got diagnosed with a disease which caused terminal politeness

    • KittenBiscuits@lemm.eeEnglish
      7·
      1 year ago

      My mother and grandmother have come to me in dreams since their passing, and usually my dream self is aware that they are no longer with us, and is extra super fighty to wring as much dream time with them as possible before waking up. Sometimes I wake up upset and mournful, other times, I can still feel their hugs and feel all warm and happy. Brains are pretty weird.

    • chrizbie@lemmy.nzOP
      4·
      1 year ago

      To me it just sounds like your subconscious feels like you didn’t take it seriously at the time, remorse as it were

  • mo_ztt ✅@lemmy.worldEnglish
    19·
    1 year ago

    The town was infested with some sort of radioactivity from underground that was hurting people. I had to crawl underground, through these super-tight tunnels deep under the earth with things getting more and more evil as I went, until I was able to track the source of the radioactivity to a giant monster that lived back up on the surface (via the tunnels) in an abandoned barn. I had to fight the monster, but I could fly inside the barn. I ripped its head off, but every time I did, it was just like a big rubbery mask and a new head grew back, until I figured out how to do it fast enough that it wouldn’t have time to pop a new head out. When I did that, the real head came out: Tux the Linux Penguin.

    That broke the immersion enough that I woke up, all amped up from adrenaline from fighting the monster.

    • KittenBiscuits@lemm.eeEnglish
      6·
      1 year ago

      “I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there … I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood, something that could never, ever possibly destroy us…” 🐧

    • rtxn@lemmy.worldEnglish
      4·
      1 year ago

      Someone’s put a fork bomb in their .bashrc and you were summoned to fix it on a running system.

      • mo_ztt ✅@lemmy.worldEnglish
        4·
        1 year ago

        Naturally, the operator called in the operating-system developers. They found the bandit ghost jobs running, and X’ed them… and were once again surprised. When Robin Hood was X’ed, the following sequence of events took place:

          !X id1

  id1:   Friar Tuck... I am under attack!  Pray save me!  (Robin Hood)
  id1: Off (aborted)

  id2: Fear not, friend Robin!  I shall rout the Sheriff of Nottingham's men!

  id3: Thank you, my good fellow! (Robin)

        Each ghost-job would detect the fact that the other had been killed, and would start a new copy of the recently-slain program within a few milliseconds. The only way to kill both ghosts was to kill them simultaneously (very difficult) or to deliberately crash the system.

        Finally, the system programmers did the latter… only to find that the bandits appeared once again when the system rebooted!

        -Classic hacker bedtime story

  • DickFiasco@lemm.ee
    13·
    1 year ago

    Went to a foreign country for vacation and bought a whole-ass bale of hay. Most of the dream was me trying to smuggle it home through customs.

  • bunkyprewster@startrek.website
    10·
    1 year ago

    I dreamt I was in the lord of the rings world. Someone had been kidnapped and a party of three getting together to make a rescue. There was human, a dwarf and halfling. I was the halfling.

    I talked to the dwarf and learned that his father was one of the group that had defeated Smaug and recovered the Lonely Mountain. He was understandably proud of that but was also being weirdly vague about which dwarf his father was. After asking several ways he finally admitted his father was “Lumpy”. I said “You mean Bombur?”. But know his father wasn’t Bombur, but the otherwise pretty much forgotten member of the party “Lumpy” who was apparently more embarrassing than Bombur had been.

    That was the whole dream.

  • chrizbie@lemmy.nzOP
    9·
    1 year ago

    Last night I dreamt that Austin Powers was teaching me how to dance and rear like a horse while I and others wore a golden tractor outfit, my hands were bound and I was chasing hot dogs as well

    (Not even embellishing a little bit)

  • Kissaki@feddit.deEnglish
    8·
    1 year ago

    This week, a few days ago, because I don’t remember today’s dreams:

    Someone dropped droplets on a table, in four spots specifically. What could that be and mean? Oh, surely it’s drugs. People came, pinched their finger tip with a needle, and put them in the drops. An interesting way to consume drugs for sure.

    I felt droplets on my back. I anticipated being drugged and kidnabbed. Indeed I also felt a pinch. I faked delirium for a while. Someone indeed came, picked me up onto their shoulder, and carried me off.

    When they unlocked a door to a room, I jumped up, pushed them in - they were baffled and confused -, and I closed the door. Two more showed up, so I pushed them in too.

    In the next room there was a big room and bar. The bartender seemed to also be part of it, but less so.

    Anyway, police came and arrested all four.

    Suddenly - situation or environment change - a judge sits to my right, behind a table. She has heavy makeup on. Red lips, full face - probably white. Something happens that her makeup is removed (I don’t remember; water?). She works on putting it back on.

    To have her hands free she gives me a plastic stick, which has integrated on top something - circled, something transparent. (It doesn’t factually look like one, more like a toy magic wand, but) It’s a microphone, and we’re in a party setting. Many people around, we celebrate the arresting and I guess my role in arresting.

    So surely it’s a microphone and she wants me to sing. I’m very averse. I circle around a bit, in a half dance or something, and get to someone and give them the stick. Confused they look at me. I tell them: “Pass it on.”

    I wake up. Maybe because of anxiety of having to sing in such a public setting.

  • Anissem@lemmy.ml
    7·
    1 year ago

    Funny thing is, I did have a weird ass dream last night. My issue has always been I forget the content of the dreams almost instantly. I remember something weird, then I woke up and thought “Boy that was weird”. A moment later it was gone.

    • thalience@lemmy.worldEnglish
      5·
      1 year ago

      Having a dream journal (and a habit of using it) can help you retain the dream at least long enough to record it.

    • chrizbie@lemmy.nzOP
      3·
      1 year ago

      Yeah you have to tell somebody right away or right it down, people who train themselves to have lucid dreams set an alarm to wake themselves up and do this every night

      • mo_ztt ✅@lemmy.worldEnglish
        4·
        1 year ago

        Yep. Also, IDK if this is universal but I used to deliberately set an alarm for 4 AM, and when I turned it off and went back to sleep I would usually remember my dreams between 4 AM and when I actually had to get up.

        • KittenBiscuits@lemm.eeEnglish
          3·
          1 year ago

          I think of this phenomenon as the brain has finished defragging and goes “ok, you ready to see some shit?”

  • TheOakTree@beehaw.org
    7·
    1 year ago

    I was back in high school with my late friend who shared a first name with me. I kept wanting to tell him or show him things that I think he would find interesting, and we kept getting interrupted by everything else.

    I’ve processed my grief and have come to terms with the reality that is a world without him in it, but sometimes my brain just likes to remind me, I guess. Miss you Goose, thanks for coming by.

  • frippa@lemmy.ml
    6·
    1 year ago

    I had some big-ass PCs, something like skyscraper height

    That’s the only cool part

    Also strange that they only required something like 3/4 3pin connectors, although I don’t remember if they were normal or enormous ones

  • nieceandtows@programming.dev
    6·
    1 year ago

    I dreamed that vines were growing out of my legs with eggplants growing on them. I had to painfully rip them out one by one. I woke up to find that my mom had cooked eggplant for breakfast.

  • Today@lemm.ee
    5·
    1 year ago

    I gave my DIL a coffee table and she dragged it through the house scraping the wood floors and even bouncing it down steps into the sunken living room. I was so mad that i started yelling and took away her house key. I woke up angry and i wanted to cancel our lunch plans today. I have neither wood floors nor steps to the living room. 🤷🤷

  • Jordan117@lemmy.worldEnglish
    5·
    1 year ago

    Couple nights ago, but it was weird enough that I had to write it down, which I hardly ever do.

    I was shopping at a supermarket at night, with terrible weather outside. Pitch black, howling wind and rain, real tornado weather. Trying to use my phone to look up something when I started to hear ominous creaks and pops from the roof. An employee comes on the staticky intercom to tell everyone to proceed calmly to the back area of the store, which of course triggers a near-panic. As we’re all hustling to the back, the ongoing safety announcement sloooowly winds down in speed and pitch before everything kicks over to generator power. I’m one of the first to reach the back doors when I realize I left my phone behind on a shelf. Surely there’s time to reach it?

    Just as I reach my phone, the generator dies and everything is near-dark apart from a handful of emergency lights. The creaks and groans increase, then a huge tearing sound. It’s not a tornado – it’s some giant horrible Cloverfield/Lovecraft/War of the Worlds monster ripping a hole in the back wall. A two-story greenish blob heaves into view with searching tentacles. Dozens of them catapult forward in long arcs and strike people, the rest flee in panic. I notice that each tentacle strike transforms the victim into a smaller creature, a couch-sized blob with a crazy happy expression. As they see people fleeing around them towards the front of the store, they toss smaller arced tentacles forward at angles to grab them. As they inch forward they start merging together like the T-1000. Real Mr. Frundles/The Thing vibes. The only chance was to hide behind stuff while they herded past/over you towards the front.

    It kind of morphed from there into driving around outside in the daytime through a The Mist/Godzilla/Cloverfield pastiche, but that zombie arcing tentacle monster bit was really unsettling and I’ve got no idea where it came from.