I still remember a dream from 6th grade where I stole a school bus packed with kids until the suspension gave out, so I surrendered to the cops, but instead, the officer attached a spongeto my hand with a rubber band and made me wash half of his car. I still don't know what that meant.
Why did I have a feeling in the back of my brain that you would reply to that post? I hope that was just a coincidence.
Unlike most people, who have random dreams here and there (I assume), I dream in a much more orderly fashion, where I start off with a story and then keep thinking about it and revising it for months and months, sometimes several years. Most of the time, they revolve around... -Real-life versions of Initial D characters/game characters (such as the heroes from Overwatch, Paragon, Cosmic League, Elsword) -Street racing and/or other forms of racing -Eurobeat -Me being silly -BeamNG -Time travel -More weird stuff However, I've had this recurring dream for a while now, and its something which I would absolutely love to do if I could do it. In Forza Horizon 3, I was playing with AR12, Slap, and Panthaa (three Youtubers whom I'm not particularly interested in because of their ultra-clickbaity, cringey, extremely loud, and highly 1,000-horsepower-plus JDM-drift-build-based channels), and they were all in 1,500-horsepower Lambo-V12-swapped drift-made R34s. What did I drive? That depended upon the dream. My car was one of these vehicles from BeamNG that I modded into the game through wizardry... -A stock Bruckell Moonhawk I6. -A stock Burnside Special police variant. -A stock Ibishu Covet DX. -An SBR4 AWD TT S2. ...and there may have been some others, too.
I had a dream that I was in a groceria and suddenly people dressed as furries kidnapped and killed me.
As for sewage I had a dream that the drains were contaminated with an extremely flammable liquid (5x worse than gasoline) and someone dropped a cigarette down a drain hole and the whole town blew up, road by road, drain by drain with every house suffering from explosions and fires from the plumbing and these explosions broke gas mains and then it all got worse.... This was a few years ago, it was a sort of recurring dream, and when i was round my dad's house all you hear is the pipes banging as they expand after the boiler comes on to heat the house... Another plumbing dream.... Well I was on Quora and someone said that their 5 year old daughter came screaming into their room screaming about a water monster, well they checked the daughters room and found a major leak with the ceiling on the verge of collapse! So I dreamt the same happened to my sister, very scary tbh
meh as in gasoline, like the one in new Mexico, i did watch the seconds from disaster and the thing i remember distinctly is the narrator going "THERE IS NO PLACE TO HIDE, WITH EXPLOSIONS RIPPING THROUGH THE TOWN" still echos in my mind
I had a dream yesterday that Journey played a live concert. In our house. And the neighbors complained.
Well, the other night I had a dream... I was attending some sort of meeting in a small, one-room log building. It had a green metal roof, nice rustic hardwood flooring, and double doors on the front and each side. It looked a little like this, but with many more windows: Unlike the house above, it was located on the curve of a small, rural two-lane mountain highway. I had a feeling that it was the only structure for miles around. Like this, but with fewer trees: The room filled up quickly. There was some sort of banquet or seminar going on. People (I'm not exactly sure who), were talking, laughing, and generally having a happy celebration. The only really concrete thing that I remember was that Harry Morgan (better known as Colonel Potter from M*A*S*H*) was there, giving a talk on his acting career, and several roles he played on TV shows I'm certain never existed: I was very happy. I stepped out through one of the double doors on the side of the building to get a breath of fresh air. All of the sudden a group of very rowdy protesters came charging down the road, rushed into the building through the main doors, broke up the meeting, and surged out through the side doors. I wasn't able to gather exactly what they were protesting in the chaos, but I did hear the word "Union" several times, and the appeared to be trying to compare an unnamed public figure that they didn't like with Henry Ford. In order to help with their analogy, they were carrying a rusted-out, white, 1933 Chevrolet (very clearly badged as a Chevrolet) on their shoulders and claiming it was a Model T. Ever the car guy, this error annoyed me more than the sheer obnoxiousness of their actions. The car looked a little like this, except for being an open roadster: Somehow they carried the car through the building and the doors (which should not have been possible given the height of the whole mess, come to think of it), and approached me. I pointed at the car and identified it as a Chevrolet. One of the men at the corners of the car immediately dropped his carrying handle, rushed over to me, and got right in my face and started yelling. He was rather disheveled, with crooked teeth, bloodshot eyes, a filthy grey t-shirt, and a hairstyle that was roughly halfway between "balding" and "mullet". He looked slightly like this guy, but sans the sunglasses and a whole lot angrier: He was upset angry mad outraged incensed that I would question any detail of the protest, however insignificant. He told me so with the indistinct words that I'm somehow certain were intended to be strong profanities. He tried to throw punches, but it seemed like someone was holding him back by the waist. Instead, he retreated back to the rusty wreck, and threw something at me. It was black all over and looked not unlike a large, charred chunk of firewood. It could have been part of the ramshackle arrangement that held the car up, but I'm not certain of that. It's almost like he pulled it out of thin air. It was a little like this, but chopped into a wedge: About that time I awoke. I was in full-on confrontation mode. I actually had to take several moments to get the adrenalin out and remind myself that I actually don't hold particularly strong political opinions about unions. I just wanted an excuse to fight back against baldmullet.
About a year ago, I dreamed that I was at a family reunion of some sort and we were having an outdoor grill in someone's backyard. We were having a conversation that I don't really remember about. Suddenly we heard gun shots. We all ducked to the ground. I looked through the chainlink fence (that's actually wooden irl), and I saw a man in parking lot, wearing a brown jacket and hat holding a sniper rifle, and he was telling someone to get out of a car. He then stared at me, and said "I see you there...". I panicked and bolted for the house. He then shot me in the back. I collapsed to the ground, and then I woke up.
I has this wacky dream once, so, when I first moved into my first house, I was paranoid cause it wasn't in a good side of town, the first night, I had a dream where I was woken up by a robber in my bed and held at gunpoint while my apartment was looted, the second night, I had the same dream, butt I woke up and went into the washroom, and they where stealing stuff in there, and then they shot me, the third night, I had a dream where I woke. Up to get a drink, and I found them stealing my tv, and I took a random guy on the counter and shot them both, so, that day, I buy one of those bb pellet pistols that look real, and put it on my bedside table, that night, I hear a noise, I wake up and find that someone if trying to rip my microwave out of the socket, so I take my bob pistol, point it at him and told him to get out, he obeyed and didn't come back...
I had a dream where I was in my bed but it was really late at night and everything was dark. I hear a weird static noise and a voice like one on a phone (not a mobile one) reciting a bunch of numbers.
This was my dream last night, pardon the language: So it started off normally. We were all on the school rest period at the beginning of the day. 6 of the footballers walk, up who I am normally pretty chill with. They seemed to be pretty aggressive though. I asked them what their deal was. They said that they had found out I was bi, and that I was a furry. So then, these 6 footballers start closing in, and acting really aggressive now. So, I'm backed into a corner, and they all pull out handguns. This is where the really fucked up stuff starts. I black out for a second(in my dream) and when I wake up(in my dream) I'm all of a sudden my fursona, and I have a fucking kukri(which is basically just a really big blade) and so I just start slashing them with the kukri, and they open fire on me, but it basically doesn't affect me because they are shooting pistols at a bear. So I basically just slash them, almost literally to pieces. None of them survive. Everybody starts screaming. The police are called. The police take me away, I'm put on trial, and found guilty. The sentence is death. I woke up from the dream as I was being led out of the courtroom.
So, I once had a dream that I got an email from ubisoft that I owed them 2 Million Dollars. I thought it was fake, so I just ignored it. Suddenly, a cop kicked in my door and arrested me. I woke up when I was about to get into the police car.