Can't draw any strange conclusions as to what the posts in this thread will entail. Well, I suppose you can, but to what degree of strangeness you will never be sure. Basically this is a place to post the weirdest, most outrageous and sweat inducingly spookiest dreams you have ever had. And well... yeah. That's about it. You will be laughed at, laughed with, labeled strange, called normal, look at as an outsider, embraced as a brother/sister and may even gain a bit of insight as to why your brain cooks up what it does at night for your viewing pleasure. Among other things...
alrighty.... i had one the other night i actually remembered for once. Here is am riding the city bus to somewhere, when the couple next to me asks me to hold their baby because it had pooped himself. So i lay the baby face down on my lap while the couple begin to clean... the diaper? Meanwhile the baby is furiously rubbing his face on my lap. The couple ask for their baby back, and after i hand him over i notice my whole leg is covered with poop from the baby wiping his face on me. They are quite taken aback by the terrible sight, but i wipe it clean with a napkin and inform them in a creepy voice that "its ok... i AM the poop master!' and then tuck the used napkin back into my pocket.
So, I be in my home. A vortex opens in the wall. The White Eyed Man (a story I will tell some other time), Grabs my shirt and pulls me into the vortex. I am in a strange version of my home where the lighting is old styled and all electronics seem like they are from the 30s. I run outside. All clocks say 11 am but It is dark. I look around my neighborhood. Seeing all the houses are old styled, but similar to how they are in my world. After what seems like hours of wandering, I realize that the sun will not rise in this world. I see a strange building in my neighborhood at what is a house under construction in my world. I go to knock on the door when a man dressed as a doctor with a gas mask greets me. He says : "you're late! sit down!". He then shoves me into a chair and hits me with a baseball bat. I awake and feel different. I am outside. Still dark. The doctor steps into my view. He holds up a mirror. I look the same but with a vent-like thing stitched onto my mouth. I fly into a rage and punch the doctor. He did not budge. He then grabs me, and throws me into a lake. Instead of a splash, the lake shatters into millions of pieces, revealing a strange rail track underneath. I fall onto it and hear a train horn. I look up and see a giant train coming towards me. I say "STOP"! and it does. That was when I knew I was dreaming. Now lucid dreaming, I made a decision. Time to blow that doctor another A-Hole! I imagine a gatling gun and it forms in my hands. I jump mack out of the hole and take aim. I fire billions of shots into the doctors back. He seemed unaffected. He turned around, revealing himself to be the Man with White Eyes. Panicking I kept firing. Didn't work. He grabs my neck, and says: "Times up!" and throws me into the sky. I woke up just then. Origin on the Man with White Eyes: The Man With White Eyes An almost fictional true storyOne wet April night, I had been sleeping in my room. It had been storming. Not one of those big, loud storms with lightning rolling like an endless beat of drums, but the really rainy ones that are quiet, almost ominous. At around 2:00 am, I had awoken to a scritch scritch scritch… I made sure I wasn’t dreaming with my usual routine, Read some text, use an electronic, do some math. I wasn’t dreaming, but I may have imagined the sounds. I heard it again, but this time, I realized what it was. It was something scraping against the fine screen on the outside of my window. I didn’t want to get up, so I flicked on my reading light and shined it towards the noise. There was a man out my window! Having my bedroom on the second floor, I knew he wasn’t there to sell make-up. He was wearing a flannel jacket, with bright red buttons. He had a chubby face, short hair, skin as pale as chalk, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips, and the eyes, oh the eyes scared me most. The irises were white, almost almost glowing and the pupils very cloudy. He was staring right at me, and in his eyes stretched open, further than they ever should be. I jumped up, turned on the lights and picked up the broom in the corner of my room. When I looked out the window, no one was there. Having told myself that I was tired and imagined it, I walked downstairs, got a glass of orange juice. When I came upstairs I almost had a heart attack… the window was open. Scared I closed it and looked in every room in the house. No one was there. I went back to bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, believing lasts nights ordeal was just a dream. That was until I found something on my windowsill. One, bright, red, button. Of course, it could have been a coincidence. I could really have dreamt all of that. But now, I sleep a little lighter.
I had a horrible nightmare where a 6 block fall is death at full health, mining stone with pick of any kind is totally impractical, dirt and cobble were affected by gravity, suffocation does 2.5 hearts PER SECOND, zombies never die, skellies shoot armies of silverfish, zombie pigmen are auto aggro and do 6.5 hearts of damage per second, ghasts 1 shot you in full iron armor with a ridiculous splash radius, and nether wart is unfarmable. Oh wait... FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
So this is a short dream but many will understand, So it all started when these people created MLP it was intended for cute little girls but it had backfired on them. Instead of those little girls it attracted old men who couldn't do anything with there lives but that wasn't the worst part, young teenage boys were watching it! So then the horror begins, one thing if your someone who is watching it and your not a cute little girl then I'd advise you to see your doctor ASAP.
Idk how many of you have seen Avatar: The Last Airbender, but it takes place in that world, (If you haven't seen it, I will fill you in.) I am a young, self-taught earthbender, that lives in the city of Ba Sing Se, (The biggest city in the avatar world) after Azula, a firebending prodigy and princess, takes over the city (A bad thing). I have a visiting friend that is a waterbender, and we decide that we want to get in on the action of taking back the city. We eventually get into the Inner Ring, and meet Toph Be-Fong, an earth and metal bending god in our eyes. So we fight our way through the guards and bust into the palace. Toph tells my friend and I that we must wait and listen for the right time to strike, or we will easily be taken down. Of course, my friend was so enraged at what the Fire Nation has done to our families and friends, (Killed my friends father), so he storms off for the throne room. I have to follow him and I can hear Toph swearing under her breath. Somehow Azula found out about out attack, and was waiting for us. Toph shows up and now it is 3 on 1, at the time. My friend jumps in for the first strike and took a burst of fire to the arm, he puts it out, but not fast enough, there is a mark on his arm that we both know is permanent. Two of Azula's friends, Tai Lee and Mai, join the fight, and now it is 3 on 3, crap. Toph pins Mai to the wall in about 3 seconds, and I find myself on the ground because of Tai Lee's power to immobilize someone. She jumps out of the way and I can see Azula charging up a lighting blast on my friend who has also hit the floor. Within the blink of an eye it seems, Azula sends the shockwave of an attack to her other hand, Toph runs across my jello-like body, and takes the hit for my friend. Now Toph, the blind, earthbending legend, has been shocked into a state that scared ME to look at. Eventually, my body regained feeling, and I threw Toph over my shoulder, telling my friend to get up. I bolted out the the Outer Ring, and looked for a medic. I found a man that looked to be in his mid thirty's, that went right to work on Toph. He gasped, and looked at me in awe. I shot a look at him that meant "Don't tell me what I don't want to hear, please." and yet, he did, Toph had saved our lives, but at what cost? All he said was "It is over for her." I felt myself slip away from the reality of the dream and went into the future. (?) To the city 5 years into the future. It was a war zone, people were being tormented by firebenders, it was as if hell had broken out into the overworld. I walked over to an older woman who was looking at her granddaughter and said, "Toph, why couldn't you be here to save us, Toph, our rock, our born leader, Toph." She broke down and went insane, her skin began to rip apart and flake off, and scales bursted all over the room, I was blown back into a table, and when I opened my eyes, she had turned into a dragon. She was beautiful, but then she spotted me and looked me in the eyes and said," You, it is all your fault!" She morphed back in a similar way, turning into Azula. I felt lifeless again, and I couldn't move. The only thing I remember was that she said was, "Your rock has crumbled." And began to charge up a lighting strike, she pointed her fingers at me and the blue light just, stopped, and I was awake. I was like D:< Dahell!
Well this is off to a good start. That being said, submitted for the approval of the midnight society *reaches into a burlap sack and tosses a handful of dust onto an open campfire to excite the flames* I present... The Tale of Little Hand Big Hand My good friend Zach and I were sitting at a table in what looked very much like the cafeteria of our local mall except the far wall had been replaced with a large window that overlooked an airport landing strip. I was trying to explain to my friend how I had woken up that morning with the ability to bring inanimate objects to life with nothing more than a touch. Oh, when I say "to life," I do not mean that I can make them move about at my will. I mean they move about of their own. To demonstrate this spontaneous and miraculous gift I pulled a number of paper clips from my pocket and began twisting them in the form of a small metal man. If you've ever played the game Fancy Pants Adventure then you already have some idea of what the soon to be being looked like, but there were a few um... minor differences. His right arm was fashioned from two straightened paper clips twisted together at their ends to form a rather long appendage with a small fist at the end. His left, the exact opposite, was equipped with an extremely large hand with an equally short, hardly even there arm that attached it to the body. Now I'm no sculptor, artist or whatever category twisting together paper clips falls into so, needless to say, it was a bit uh... rough. Finished with my work I set the little guy on the table top and gently tapped it's head with my finger. A bright golden light enveloped the wire frame man and soon faded into the metal of his body as it began to twitch and move. Zach had not said word as he sat and watched as I performed my work from across the table. As the light faded and the new life form began to move his mouth dropped open and hung agape in full astonishment. The little guy moved around the table testing the movements of his newly created body. He swung his long arm around, twisting and pulling it to test its limits as he opened and closed his left hand repeatedly. Suddenly though he stopped and approached then end of the table where I sat and observed him. Something was off. A sound. Music. Ominous in a way and it seemed to emanate from my newly made creation. This is the song we heard: He stared up at me as pure hatred seemed to fill the air around his small metal body, his fury nearly palpable. He screamed. Well... I think he screamed. He bent low at his knees and his body shook as he arched his back and slowly rose. He lunged from the table onto me using his left hand to cling to my shirt. His right reached and he began pulling himself up, scaling my clothing until he stood upon my shoulder. He screamed again and stretched his right arm as far back as it would go before bringing it back to strike against my cheek. Over and over he did this as the air grew hotter and hotter with his rage and with each blow. I didn't know what to do. I didn't understand. Why did he hate me so? Was I not his creator? Had I done something wrong in bringing him to life? My mind was filled with questions and I had no answers. I knew only one thing. I could not allow this to continue. I had to stop his furious strikes, but how? I couldn't just crush him. I was his creator... his father. Having no real time to think anymore than that I grabbed him by his thin torso and hurled him off into the distance, into the world.