A while back, I watched a Korean drama called Twinkling Watermelon, which is about a high schooler who goes back in time and meets his dad when he was also in high school. After finishing it, I dreamed that I met my dad when he was around my age, but it turned into a sex dream. It wasn’t necessarily the most absurd, grotesque, or unhinged dream I’ve ever had, but it was definitely the wildest in my opinion because of the implications.
I had a really weird dream a few months back. I was hanging with my girlfriend’s older sister watching a movie. As it went on she got horny and we started fucking around. She then starts riding me and I pull her tits out. They are great but then her nipples grew out into dicks. I sucked em and woke up shortly after. I’m a hetero cis man, it was super freaky.
I occasionally have really detailed dreams with plots and allegory and everything. Sometimes someone will tell a joke in my dream, and I don’t get the joke until I wake up and think about it. My subconscious is sometimes more clever than I am.
Anyway, the best dream I ever had was one of those really detailed ones with a complex plot. I don’t remember any of those details, but it was some kind of mystery story where two children are on the run from a detective. It was full of plot twists and complex lies. As the plot unfolded, it seemed like there were some contractions in the narrative. One character says it happened like this, but another character claims the opposite. Typical mystery story stuff.
But as the dream went on, these little inconsistencies built up and up until I concluded that a key event in the plot must have happened two different ways at the same time. Irreconcilably, both ways must have been true, but they absolutely contradicted each other. It’s not that somebody is lying, there must actually be something wrong in the timeline itself.
This is when the dream drops its biggest plot twist: why is it inconsistent? Because it’s not real; it’s all a dream. And then I woke up.I know the “it’s all a dream” plot twist is usually cheap and stupid, but like, it WAS all a dream. I sat in bed for like 15 minutes just being impressed with how incredible the twist was, and how it was quite impossible for anybody else to experience the same story.
I mean I get weird dreams all the time. Cities that don’t exist, whole worlds and people I have never met.
Craziest one I think for me personally was:
I was being held in a hospital for the mentally insane child. Now I was not a child and it made it very awkward cause they did not like me and kept threatening to dissolve my body in acid or let the lead doctor know I wasnt a psychopathic child. Now the head doctor was Frankenstein, the monster, not the Dr who was a monster; who if you stayed still wouldn’t notice you much. So I had to pretend to be into shape puzzles and torture, while hiding at the sound of heavy boots.Anyways, after 2 months I planned my escape by pretending to be a pregnant woman to get transferred to a new hospital.
I enjoyed the view of the California coastline as I rode away in that limo taking off my fake belly and wig to the shock of everyone in the audience. I had won.Then I woke up from my 40 minute nap.
Waitress! Yeah… I’ll have what he’s having.
I recently had a dream that my cat had laid, cared for, and took care of a baby sea turtle.
I often don’t recall my dreams, so I do have more limited options than most.
freud might rise from the grave to interview you
I once dreamt that a house in my neighborhood was used as a filming location for a movie, and that whoopie Goldberg was in it. When the movie was over, she had developed agoraphobia, and could not bring herself to leave. I took care of her, along with her sister, and eventually married her. We were married for 35 years. I know this sounds insane, but I swear to you, it lasted 35 years in that dream, for years, I could remember it like a second life. When I woke up I grieved.
I was 11 years old, and 2 years later we moved into that same house.
There was also the much less cool dream I had in early 2001, where we took a trip to NYC, and when we got to this big bridge, soldiers made us turn around, and the air was filled with ash and smoke, and the soldier told us “New York is closed”
At the time I kept a dream journal and wrote that one down. No one believed me when 9/11 happened until I showed my parents the journal
Personally I get sleep paralysis almost weekly. It’s always disembodied voices as opposed to incubus’ or succubus’ (I wish!)
The “wiggle your big toe” scene from the Kill Bill movie is how I defeat sleep paralysis demon. You cant shake yourself awake, but you can focus everything on one small part of your body. Wiggling that toe or twitching that finger breaks the spell.
Had a dream that some people were messing with my car so I went out to investigate and one of them stabbed me. I felt everything. The knife, the blood draining from my face, the dizziness and weakness then I “died” at which point I woke up. It’s never left me
Yeah, the ones where you don’t wake up and your brain decides to do the whole hyper realistic pain thing is bullshit.
I once derailed an entire dream about racing dinosaurs in go karts because I got out of the car and stepped on some glass and had to spend the rest of the time dreaming tending to the wound and pain of pulling them out and bandaging my foot because I wouldn’t wake up. Insane what will and won’t wake you up.
I used to take a weekly anti-malarial drug known for giving intense dreams on the first two nights after you’ve taken it. They would get WILD while feeling cinematic and super real. It was like going through a whole day of events. And someone always died. Always. Not sure if it still is, but it was listed as one of the known side effects of the drug. I think now it’s just “intense dreams.”
My most favorite one I’ve written about before online and so I’d be doxing myself to get into details about which cartoon characters were with me, but the short version is like a level from a video game where I defeated a mini-boss and got a lamp with 3 wishes, and used my wish to go on a trans-dimensional adventure to go kill the main boss. Patrick Swayze was killed.
A full African safari while driving around in an open-top blue Cadillac. Random person was killed, and it was abrupt - mid-conversation with a friend I turned to see someone get whacked in space between some trees off to my right. Then on with the show. Great day, great weather. Stopped for lunch at one point and everything, I had some grilled meats and an orange Fanta.
Worst one was running through the mall that I went to when I was a kid (my one and only “mall world dream”) and I was shopping like normal. Checking out stores, showing them to my spouse since some hadn’t changed since I was a kid. Very much a walk down memory lane dream. Then the ceiling tiles started falling, but not the panels - they were all the bottoms of stone columns smashing down. So it was like some Indiana Jones smashing ceiling thing. Ran from one of the mall to the other, eventually got cornered in a jewelry store where I got smashed and watched the column fall on my face like it was IRL. Woke up literally out of breath and covered in sweat.
Not the anti-malarial, but I had a friend give me some melatonin once to help sleep, and I didn’t realize at the time you took it right before you go to bed. So being an idiot, I took it right then and passed out on his couch for an hour or so. I played a whole game of hockey. I don’t play hockey, or even watch it, and it wasn’t on the TV. I think I was playing for the Pittsburgh Penguins and we were playing the Rangers. All 3 periods. I felt the ice below me, cool air on my face, the tension of the helmet fitting poorly on me. We won 3-2, but I really wasn’t keeping score. Stadium was empty, though, which seemed odd.
Ok, so that is wild.
I always wonder what would happen if someone like me with already intense dreams would take something like that. Cause people be dying in my dreams all the time. But I do really like the cinematic dreams though. Extra points if you fall to your death and you wake up just as you smack into your own mattress and have to question if it really was just all a dream…
I have taken melatonin before but I swear that and nyquil doesnt doesnt give me sleep but gives me a coma.
I tend to dream a lot, so it’s hard to choose. A lot of them are cinematic in nature and fantastical. Sometimes I wonder if I should take their stories and write novellas on the ones that I find interesting.
One that stuck with me the most was about a war in a fantasy Middle Eastern country. It was about two brothers, one late teens and one in his tweens, who were child soldiers.
The younger one was blinded by shrapnel, so the older one wanted to take him to a witch doctor to heal his eyes, but that requires crossing the desert.
The desert was filled with “dragonflies” that caused sandstorms. They were a hybrid of dragons and dragonflies, and it was their wingbeats that caused the storms.
After a long journey, they don’t find the witch doctor, but a tower. Inside the tower was Death, and he was stood in front of three mirrors: the Past, Present, and Future, and asked the boys to approach a mirror to change their fates and the outcome of the war.
Then my cat licked my face until I woke up.
I suppose the wildest one was about “the Granddaughter of the Ocean”. Her grandmother was the goddess Tiamat, the primordial chaos. It involved a lot of trippy shit that involved floating in the middle of the ocean and talking to a disembodied voice.
The children of the ocean were Lovecraftian deepsea hydras that would emerge sometimes to breed with humans. A human man who disdained women got her pregnant and watched her walk into the ocean with a swollen belly, causing him to reflect on his disrespect towards her because he thought she committed suicide. He’d visit the ocean every night to grieve.
She walked back out naked months later. In her arms was a bundle of white, writhing tentacles that cried like babies, and she told him that it was his son. She asked if he could accept being its father.
He had a bit of an existential crisis about fathering a monster, but eventually agreed to try to raise it. There was a lot of hiding it from the military, who were alerted to the presence of “sea gods” in the area and were staunchly against them.
I remember he was cradling his child and hiding on a ship, trying to convince the military on the other side to leave.
Then I woke up because my cat was licking my face again.
Having your eyelids licked by sandpaper isn’t a pleasant experience.
I had a dream that Freddie Mercury didn’t die. But he got middle-aged and fell out of popularity. And I watched him perform on the stage of an elementary school with no band. Singing “Don’t Stop Me Now” while sort of running in place and wearing a suit covered in oversized blue sequins. And he had no confidence in himself. His voice was quiet as he ran through the song. He didn’t look anyone in the eye.
I was deeply affected by this.
I generally have vivid dreams, so those aren’t uncommon.
The weirdest one was I was having a nightmare and “woke up” in my room, but I was still dreaming. It was a struggle to wake up from that, which isn’t normal at all.
I’ve had a series of continuous, hyper-realistic dreams in which I encounter bizarre god like beings. The weirdest part is that I’ve been into lucid dreaming for more than 2 decades after learning it to combat nightmares, despite knowing I’m dreaming, I can’t change anything during these specific dreams. I have full control of me, but all the tricks I use to change the dream world don’t work.
The first was about 8 years ago. I found myself in a dream zone I created to look like my ideal pizzeria surrounded by the usual characters but outside this lady in blue keeps getting closer to the window and it’s creeping me out so I go to leave. As I’m going down the hall to the kitchen, there’s a mirror on the wall but it shows a stone tunnel instead of a reflection. As I’m staring at it, I realize I’m staring at the hallway and I’m now in the tunnel. I don’t like it, and I try to change venues but there’s no way out. Eventually I decided to follow the tunnel and it takes literal days of time. The stone is this waxy smooth rock descending slightly but with too much of a curve to see past. Everything is dimly lit with no apparent light source.
I finally get to the bottom and it’s a giant domed room. Same stone, still dimly lit, maybe 500ft across. There’s a 10ft walkway around the edge of the room and the rest is a huge pool of what looks like basalt, but it’s moving and ripling like water. There’s this constant low grinding noise echoing all around. I suddenly feel like I’m not alone, I turn and it’s the blue woman. Before I register, she plants both hands on my chest and shoves me full force into the basalt pool.
I hit it with a thud but immediately begin to sink. I can’t swim in it, it’s pulling me down. It washes over me with the grace of fluid and the texture of stone. I feel it flowing around me, scouring my skin like sandpaper, it’s in my mouth, my nose, my eyes, seeping into my pores and joints, and I feel it scraping every inch of me inside and out. Just as the pain becomes unstable the grinding of stone becomes coherent. It’s not a voice, it’s an understanding.
Thousands of memories flash through my mind. Knights throwing peasants into the pit, their skin melting away and their bones twisting into wretched things. A Mongol band stands at the edge, when their horses refuse to near the pool the light their tails on fire. The plunge in only for a second before rising from the pit, half skelital, half stone, galloping around half submerged as they scream in ways animals never should. The woman, sorrowful and scared, dressed in hides with brilliant red hair. She cradles a stillborn baby in her arms and lays it gently into the pool. It’s skin blues be its features contort before it cries out and sinks into the basalt pool. Her arms bear the same blue where she touched the pool. These and thousands others fill my mind and as I witness I understand that the pool does not want the innocent’s it’s been fed but the cruelty of those who stand on its bank and cast others in. Eras immemorial of being forced to sup on the insubstantial while true neurishment stood just out of reach. Starving in a prison as a feast waited just beyond the bars.
Finally the visions receded and I realize I feel no pain. I understand that the torture was an unfortunate necessity to allow me to understand and that I am different now, changed inperceptibly. The pool raises me first to the surface then up to stand on the stone lip of it’s bowl facing the tunnel I entered from.
Before me stands the blue woman and I take her in for the first time. She is nude from the waist up, her skin a sickly mottle of pale human and that corrupted ashen blue spreading from her arms out across the body, but her vibrant hair and green eyes are the same as the day she came to the pool. What I had though was a tattered skirt is actually the skin from her hips down, flayed away from the body in Evan strips and left the hang from the waist where a braided leather belt seems to prevent the lines from running further. The muscle of her legs raw and exposed. Our eyes meet and the expression she gives is apologetic, embarrassed, and understanding, for both her role in this event and the grotesque image that she knows herself to be. We nod to each other in silence understanding before she steps aside so that I may leave.
The tunnel that took days to follow is now less than a few steps and as I reach the end the mirror is simply a frame, allowing my exit back into my family pizzeria. I wake.
Since that dream I have felt the grinding knowledge of the pool in a number of other dreams. Often when I have a nightmare, the low rumble coming before I realize I’m dreaming and changing the dream world back to something familiar.
The second of these things came about 4 years ago. I found myself dreaming of a house I grew up in, a Victorian style house that had been divided into a triplex before my parents had attempted to buy it. As I wondered it in a nostalgic tour, the basalt pool warned me of something near. I understood that if I wanted to continue enjoying myself I should avoid the back hall. I wondered if this was a warning and it assured I was safe either way. I’d make a perfect horror movie protagonist, when warned by an eldritch entity beyond my comprehension I opted to immediately investigate.
As I stepped into the hall I found myself suspended hundreds of feet in the air over a flat unending expanse of sallow land as black ashes drifted by on a weak wind. Below me, across the entirety and coming from all directions, single file lines of people marched on to the singular landmark of this world.
At the center of these endless queues was an impossibly vast hole, not in the ground but in reality. Rising from it was the torso of a gaunt and boney humanoid being. Below me the people were ants and still this creatures towered over my vantage point. It’s skin was the same sickly baige of the landscape and the sky. Its arms triple jointed and ending in hands that’s were barely human. Its posture was that of someone desperately trying to hide their nakedness with only their arms as a shield. Its face terminated in a flat plane just below the tip of the nose so that it’s nostrils were hinted by the barest of transition from the upper lip. Floating close but distinctly separate from where it’s face ended was yet another hole like void, situated level to where the eyes would have been and evoking the image of a horrid halo. The ash fell freely from this second void and just barely, the glow of foreign stars could be seen within.
As I took in this sight I understood that the marching lines ended as each person jumped into the void below. Some would fall to the plateau of the entity’s head to be consumed, the rest became the ash in the air. On occasions, the thing would pause in it’s futile efforts to hide itself and reach miles into the lines around it to pluck a single person by their throat. When I asked the basalt why I was greated with a vision from its perspective. As the lengthy fingers pinched their target the victim fractured, echoes of their form expanding out in a starburst, each a representation of possibly. Every potential version of a being throughout all potential timelines, each seized by the throat and violently ripped from their anchor before being carelessly tossed to fizzle away in the wind. Through the pool I understood that this is both the principle of pain and ecstasy for the victim, an infinite moment of sensation as they sease to be in every possible way.
I ask aloud why I’m seeing this and instead of answer, the rumble grows from within me as the entity takes notice for the first time that we’ve intruded. Before it make a move I’m back above the pool, then back in my childhood house, as if I’d just entered the back hall. Ash lingers in the air but fades away to nothing before my eyes. I wake.
I don’t remember a lot of them, but my most recent strange dream had me in prison and finding out an older coworker was also there for trying to stab Nixon. I was just there, one of those kinds of dreams where the setting is just taken as expected, no idea why I was in prison. The prison would force inmates to hunt each other and they wanted me to hunt my coworker but I like him so I just kinda faked it walking around searching for nothing. Some time later I was talking to him about how I couldn’t find him and he said it’s because he stuffed a whole bunch of leaves into his pants. Lol
I once had a dream that I went with my family to visit an old family friend (not seen in years) for dinner, but they lived in a different (i.e fictional) house that I had never been to before. Normally this wouldn’t seem strange but when I woke up and told another adult family member, they looked completely shocked. It turns out they had also dreamt of this exact same scenario that night set in the same fictional house. We could describe the setting and events in detail and both had exactly the same experience but from different perspectives in the dream.
I have no doubt there is some psychological explanation for this phenomenon but regardless it was quite an interesting experience.
