Dreams are weird and sometimes downright awful (pregnancy nightmares are the worst!) but I would hate to be one of those people who claim to either never dream or never remember their dream – how boring would that be?
These 12+ people definitely don’t have that problem, though after these particular dreams, they might have wished they did.
#15. The Prophecy.
Two weird dreams.
1) Twenty years from now, my future wife and I buy my former high school and turn it into a house.
2) Had a wife in the military (either deployed or deceased) and around 10-12 children.
I told these two dreams to my friend, and he stitched them together to form what he calls ‘The Prophecy’
#14. Scooby-Doo style.
Being chased through an abandoned hospital Scooby-Doo style by the 1940s wolfman, while everything was black and white.
#13. Soulja Boy.
Overslept once because I had a dream that I was in a church and Soulja Boy was being baptized
#12. I saw a man die.
I saw a man die in my dream when I was about 10. It was the way he died that was weird. I remember him laying on his side and puking like he had been poisoned. The puke changed color, texture and consistency every time he puked. Eventually, he was eaten by parasites from the inside.
When I woke up I asked myself why I would ever dream of something like this and if something was wrong with me. Just happened that one time, though.
#11. It wasn’t real.
I had a dream a couple of hours ago about a man named Lewis that moved to Australia from America after years of abuse from his father towards him and his sisters. One of his sisters passed away. It felt so real and I felt such a strong connection. I tried looking it all up but alas couldn’t find anything (because it wasn’t real). It’s got me REALLY fucked up to be honest. I contacted this person and we connected and I loved him. But it was just a dream. Then I woke up back to this depressing lonely reality.
#10. Here’s your story!
I dreamt I was a reporter chasing a story on the AIDS virus. I was alone on some deserted boardwalk, when a woman suddenly approached me and said “here’s your story!” and tried stabbing me with a syringe. We fought and struggled and I woke up punching my wall in a cold sweat.
#9. Sounds like heaven.
Walking into a castle and ending up in a giant room full of different breads……
Guess I was craving bread.
#8. I really loved the cat.
The first night we got my pet cat when I was a little girl I dreamt for two nights she would stop at nothing to kill me. She even killed my mother in one of my dreams. There were no gory details thank goodness. But I vividly remember the cat sitting on my mother’s corpse saying, “your mother is no help to you now.” I really loved the cat at the time, so I’m not sure where this came from.
#7. I look back and laugh.
My first memory was a nightmare I had when I was around 5. I remember it vividly, and I have no idea why it scared me so much. I look back and laugh at it, because it is so weird. Anyways, my friends and I we’re all playing in my childhood home. Then there was a knock at the door. My friend went to open it, and there was Barney at the door. My friend invited him in but Everytime he looked at me he had evil red eyes. No one else noticed this. Eventually, Barney tried to get everyone outside. I followed hesitantly, and as soon as I stepped outside I saw that triceratops character charging everyone with her “horns” and had glowing red eyes. That was when I realized they were out for blood. I tried to get everyone to run, but they wouldn’t listen. I watched Barney and the Triceratops take down my younger brother, and that’s when I woke up.
#6. It didn’t feel like a dream.
After my grandmother died, she would appear to me at night, sitting alongside my bed in the rocking chair that she had willed me.
It didn’t “feel” like a dream – it seemed vividly real. She and I would talk about many things, some of which we’d never discussed when she had been alive. I would ask questions, and she’d give clear answers.
These nightly episodes went on for weeks after her death. When they finally stopped, I was sad that she no longer appeared.
#5. Spray the cows.
My best friend took me to some farmland during a time when it was covered in a thick layer of snow, gave me a large squirt gun, and told me to spray the cows as they came in. I take one look at the cows, and I get sad, and throw the gun into the snow. The farmer, or a farmhand, sees us, yells and curses at us, and makes us line up against the fence. I swear to him that it was all my friend’s idea. This large mob of people consisting of everyone I know gathers around to watch this unfold, and at some point, my friend says something to me. In that moment, I fly into this murderous rage, grabbing him by the throat and screaming, “YOU SON OF A BITCH! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” His face is getting redder and redder with every squeeze. Finally, my mom pulls me away, and I let him go.
#4. It gets me every time.
I had this reoccurring dream. I’m in my town centre and i see a huge mushroom cloud exploding in the distance. It’s fast approaching and i jump in to the fountain in the last second since i’m extremely slow. As i go in i can see the flames and destruction from under water and i immerge to see everything destroyed. I’m having this dream since i was 5-6 years old and it gets me every time. I’m 24.
#3. Where’s your helmet?
Tony Stark fighting the power rangers. He was not wearing his helmet but was still able to kill/wound a few of them until I asked him where his helmet was.
#2. A random nude jogger.
I was jetpacking around my hometown and this one asshole from there was trying to kill me. He crashed a ship by me and my jetpack stopped working. So of course I went back in time and asked some random nude jogger to run after him when he landed.
#1. An aristocratic cockroach.
Once I dreamt I was chopping meat off of meat hooks with butter knifes and feeding it to robotic heads, there were no bodies, just the heads chomping down on the meat I threw to them. And while doing that I was also talking to an aristocratic cockroach called Mr. Johnson, who I knew was an aristocrat because he was wearing a tuxedo, a monocle, and was fat. He had a deep, raspy kind of voice, and I don’t recall our conversation, however at one point he said he had to go, and I asked: “But Mr. Johnson, won’t you stay for dinner?” – To which he replied: “No, and you won’t either.” – And then I woke up, one or two minutes before My alarm rang. Mr. Johnson became a joke among my group of friends, and a super villain alongside Malpig, the Evil Swine.
The mind is a trip, y’all. A mostly good one.
