What's your freakiest dream?

Mostly it's just having limbs cut off with a butcher knife and being stabbed to death, but it's usually pretty vivid.

Once I dreamed I was flying a helicopter and I fell out the door of it.

And I also dreamed once that I had to kill my would-be-killer with a garden rake.

I dreamt that I had a kind of tickle in my throat. I was coughing and coughing, and it was getting really serious. It felt like something really big and kind of jagged was stuck in my throat. So I keep coughing and for some reason lean over the toilet like I was gonna throw up. Well this goes on for quite a while (maybe I was coughing in my sleep?), and finally after much effort, a black, shiny, millipede, about two inches long crawls out of my mouth and falls into the toilet. I stare at it and wake up later feeling like it really happened. It was horrible, and it bothered me all day.

By my calcuation that dream lasted over seven hours. I died and was resurrected three times, and eventually killed Darth Vader in a lightsabre fight over the rooftops of Tokyo.

I think I dreamt the Empire Strikes Back in 3D before it even came out.

I've had a couple of dreams where I flew to America for a day trip to buy CDs.

It was like an asleep panic attack. Very nasty.

I dreamt that electricity was going to kill me. It was this pink fuzzy glowing, hizzing 3d grid that was converging from me on all sides. It wasn't very nice.

I hate dreams, too, that even if they're ludicrious they seem sort of real so when you wake up you're mad at the person who was in the dream.

This is very freaky, if you know my dad. But it made me so happy, I can't tell you.

I think I'm going to off-handedly make mention of the existence of that spider statistic to Joei as she's going to sleep tonight. If you don't hear from me tomorrow, I will have been bludgeoned to death with a pillow.

So, a friend of mine, let's call him Steve, was putting on a benefit rock concert outside at this shopping mall in the San Fernando valley call the Topanga Plaza Mall. The stage was set up outside Nordstrom's. Superchunk were the main attraction. A nice crowd of people had gathered, only to hear that Superchunk was not able to make it, due to van troubles.

Everyone sighed in disappointed and slowly starting dispersing... that is, until Bob Mould, armed with acoustic guitar, came out of the audience, and announced "Oh hell, I gotta do something"... The entire crowd ran back cheering wildly, thanking the heavens that this benefit was saved, and was all worth it.

Bob starts playing his song, and finishes it. Much applause is had. Then my friend in the audience, let's call him Biff, yells out a snide remark while Bob is tuning his guitar for his second number. "YOU ROCK LIKE JIM PAGE!" said Biff.

Bob Mould, looking disgusted, shakes his head, is momentarily speechless, then points at Biff and says "Look, his name is JIMMY, OK?". Bob throws down his guitar, disappointed, and walks off the stage. Steve and everyone else in the audience looks in Biff's direction, sneers at him, and walks away feeling their perfectly good concert was ruined. The End.

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I need help

This dream puzzled me somewhat.

It's really the name of the cat that has disturbed me, even a really twee 5 year old would consider that weak so why in my dream I thought it was a really good idea is beyond my comprehension.

last night i had a series of fitful dreams, one featuring some malicious apparition. i then dreamed that i woke up and my mom was there and she warned me about this terrible spirit and i said "yeah, i know, i just dreamed about it."

Early this morning, before waking, I had a strange, disturbing yet fantastically detailed dream. The gist of it was that I was told to fly to London for business (this is kinda funny since I'm actually hoping to go to the UK later this year, but for vacation). For some reason, I was flying out of an airport in a smaller town than NYC, quite possibly Pittsburgh. For some reason, I remember the dream as taking place in Pennsylvania, although there was nothing that specifically indicated that, nor have I ever been to Pittsburgh (aside from the airport).

I arrived at the airport (again, it was just an "airport" in the dream - not the Pittsburgh one specifically) very late for this international flight, with something like a half-hour before departure. I had to basically fight my way through the line for security, bumping people and yelling "I'm late! Make way!" (in reality if anything I usually show up way too early for flights). Luckily, I make my way to the gate and get on board the plane.

The flight is basically deserted, with maybe only 30 people tops on board. Kinda strange for a trans-Atlantic flight. Anyway, there are lots of open seats, and it's rather comfortable. After settling in to my window seat, a woman walks down the aisle and sits down in the aisle seat in my row. We strike up a conversation. She's slightly older, of indiscriminate age between 30 - 40, and perhaps I could say she's of the "foxy corporate woman" variety. She's flirting with me, on no uncertain terms, and we've got a 6 or 7 hour flight ahead of us. We talk about our jobs, our lives, movies, etc.

Finally the plane (maybe a 757 or 767?) taxis down the runway and prepares for takeoff. Here's where things go completely wrong. Upon taking off, the plane doesn't have enough power to get more than a few hundred feet off the ground. I can see out the window: the route the plane takes is over a relatively crowded rural interstate, with large pine trees lining either side of the road. The pilot struggles to take control of the plane, but there's a problem with the powerplant, and all of the engines shut down. The cabin, while uncrowded, is in turmoil, as passengers are tossed about (I have the distinct feeling of holding on to one of the armrests for dear life).

Fortunately, as the engines die, the pilot manages to take control of the plane, and glides the large jet to an open field. It's a rough landing, but a rather capable one. However, on impact, parts of the plane split open. Miraculously, no fires break out. Part of the fuselage is ripped open near where we're sitting, and the woman and I manage to exit the aircraft, shaken but safely. We stumble across the field for about 200 yards, then collapse and wait for emergency rescue workers to arrive.

Then I woke up.

I get a lot of recurring dreams. The most recent ones are about finding money and being in trouble with the law. I always go to the cashpoint and take out a tenner, only the slot stays open and there's all these extra notes hanging out. So I grab a few (never too many, though I could) and then get in trouble. The last time this happened I got a phone call from a nearby booth and the police accused me of looking a top secret government documents in a pub. Another time it was a bunch of friends and me getting arrested, escorted by a single female police officer to a dingy car park and made to wait till a ginormous out-door rave with a dancing grizzly bear showed up.

I always used to get "hanging-on" dreams wear I am clinging onto a stairwell or a cliff edge. I always manage to haul myself up in the end but I'm scared of moving in case I fall again. More recently they've progressed so that the thing I'm holding on to is moving. For instance, a giant ship's mast or some steps made of hanging objects.

I also got a lot of dreams where I'd be in a make-shift town made of cardboard. Super-elaborate houses with cookers and beds etc but all the walls would be card and you had to crawl from room to room in tunnels.

The scariest dream, however, was one involving a toy figure coming to life. I can't quite explain the fear it caused me. Later, I wondered if it was a flashback to a story included in the movie "Trilogy of Terror" featuring a very good actress whose name I forget....she played different roles in each of the three stories and in one, an African figurine comes to life and begins chasing her through her apartment, menacing as hell. My figure actually wasn't that scarey to look at or even that menacing....the mere thought of a toy coming to life had me in cold sweats! I wonder why I wasn't similarly affected by the movie Toy Story which I thought was a hoot.

i am shameless.

Does this description make anyone else cry?

Not exactly Johnney but I know what you mean - that description reminded me of a spooky dream similar I had once, but in mine, I was walking along in a park lit only by those lamp posts with round globes atop, it was very foggy, and a David Sylvian ambient piece was playing, it wasnt scary exactly, just... melancholy and moving?

And has stayed in my mind for years.

Anyway in my dream Elton John was playing me songs on a piano, from his new album, and asking for my opinion. It was really socially awkward cos I thought they were all shit and I was trying to be non commital but he wouldn't let it rest and I was really getting tired and annoyed.

It was pretty bad, as funny as it sounds. Elton John, what the fuck!!

It was sorta twisted.

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Then they cut to a shot of a huge swathe of flattened nothingness right though the middle of the city, trying to clean up.

Weird.

the fact you keep a moose next to your bed is freaker than any dream i've had in the last 20 years.

why¿

A bunch of hazy stuff happens, one part involves a mansion/prison by the sea and a suicidal girl having to write an essay. She tries to hang herself, but then is saved by some kind of insight into the motivations of the characters of the book she's writing about and how they mirror her life.

Then I'm in the mansion and I try to send flowers to my cancer-stricken friend, but it turns out she died (before the dream begins?) and that's when I wake up and can't go back to sleep.

Somehow it was the scariest dream I remember having, but I don't know why - am I scared of ghost cliches?