Tell me about your freakiest dreams!!

I don't remember everything from the dream but I do remember when I realized it was a dream I started yelling at myself to wake up going so far as yelling "WAKE UP JACKA**!"

Oh, & I also had one where I walked into the bathroom in the middle of the night. Everything was normal until I heard this screeching sound from behind me. When I turned around a drawer we had was opening up by itself. I never saw what it was because I woke up. We will meet again one day. & I will come out on top!!

I've also had some dreams in a dream

Oh boy, if you want to know some weird dreams, I am often prone having the weirdest dreams and for years I have written them down. I'll see if I can find more I have written down. I had this dream in 2011 but a warning in advance, its a bit messed up:

I don’t remember how this dream began, but what I do remember, almost reads like a fictional history lesson, mostly. My dream began with it being set in the early 1800s, in a French revolution type scenario. In my dream, I was fighting against the French army and I knew I didn’t want to be there.

I was part of a regiment with other men, also fighting against the French. We were in an area with dusty paths and lots of trees and fields. In front of me, there was a group of horses and I was told by someone in the regiment, to pick one. Other men in my regiment were getting onto the horses. As I looked around, I couldn’t see a horse with a saddle on it. I didn’t want to ride on a horse without one. I also didn’t know how to ride a horse, so didn’t really want to ride one this time. Instead of getting on a horse, I ran off and ran into the nearby forest. The forest had lots of tall Sycamore trees growing in it. In the forest there was a group of Irish priests. They were wearing all black as priests usually do and all the priests were all identical, the same person. They were all drinking out of large brown ceramic jugs.

I tried to hide so no one could see me, but a teenager in a red regimental uniform was walking in the area. He had a wide bladed, curvy sword which looked like a falchion. A falchion is sword of European origin. It is a one handed, single edged sword with a slight curve towards the point with a bar of metal, a cross guard at the hilt.

The teenager saw me and tried to get me to come with him, so I could get my own sword. He pointed towards a large pile of falchion swords that were lying in a dirt path. As I saw the sword pile, I happened to notice the teenager had turned his hand as if he was going to strike me with his sword. At this point, I knew he was my enemy and wanted to kill me. As I looked at the sword pile, I noticed one of the swords was made of pure gold. I quickly grabbed it and tried to use it to push back the teenager’s sword. The gold sword was quite heavy and I found it hard to hold, which was in contrast to the light sword the teenager had. I managed to swing the gold sword quite fast and made a clean cut through part of the teenager’s neck. However, unlike in real life, there was no blood and no rips. It was as if I was slicing through one of those ballistics gel dummies that were used on the TV show, Mythbusters.

Just as I did this, I glanced left and saw a French soldier with a French P1851 Minié rifle. He fired it and suddenly time went in slow motion as if being played back from a high speed camera recording taken at a high framerate or bullet time from the Matrix movies. I heard a blasting sound, saw the powder smoke slowly emerge from the gun, and the Minié ball come slowly towards me. I quickly ran away as to not get shot by it.

As I ran away, there were oncoming French troops coming after me. I ran towards and jumped over a long wooden fence that was in front of me. As I jumped over the fence, I put my left hand up in the air, and got shot in it. I fell to the ground, and heard someone shout “he has been shot, take him!” I must have passed out as shortly after as I awoke to something horrid in the dream. (Warning, graphic details ahead)

I could see my head and body, as if I was looking at myself from the point of view of someone else looking at me from the direction of my left hand. I was lying on a light brown, dusty, path. I had long black hair and dark eyes with big pupils. I looked very scared and I was staring at my left hand. I also noticed a chain coming from my neck with blood on it and I wondered if that chain was attached to a hook on my neck and lower face. I couldn’t bear to look to find out, but I was being dragged along the path by the chain. Next thing I knew, I was in my own camp barracks and getting treatment for my injuries. I was back in my own body again. I looked towards the barracks wall and I noticed what looked like tattered bits of torn cloth with frayed edges. These were no torn bits of cloths though. For some horrifying reason, these were actually torn parts of Father Mick, a priest. One flat piece of cloth had his eyes and his mouth was in another piece.

One piece of cloth on the wall had a chain with blood on it, similar to the one that was dragging me along earlier in the dream. Someone asked the Father Mick pieces if he would want to be fixed up and healed, but he said no, he’d rather die. Thankfully at this point I woke up before I dreamed any more horrors. If you have ever seen the BBC TV series, Doctor Who and know the character Cassandra O'Brien.Δ17 who was a human flap of skin in the episode “The End of the World” then you can get an idea of what these cloth pieces in my dream were a bit like. Yikes! However, at the time I had the dream, I had never seen that episode, so I have no idea where I got that imagery from.

Visually Windows 7 would be an improvement from current os’s tbh,everything’s so flat and boring now

Had a dream recently where Dwayne (the rock) Johnson was the moon for some fucking reason, and in it, I asked for it to crash into our planet.

What’s even funnier is that this is the first lucid dream I ever had, because immediately after I asked for the moon to crash into earth, I became aware I was in a dream, but the dream ended like 4 seconds later because I failed to stabilize it D:

Heres a mockup of what it looked like.
This is perfect r/thomastheplankengine material.

I've had a few, most recent was me losing most if not all of my teeth like if I had dentures on, like I was able to pull out the entire base and gums and discovered there was a whole safe or something in the back of my mouth. Worst part was that I could feel the air flowing through the gaps of my newly removed teeth almost like I had actually lost them, woke up quickly after that.


Miscellaneous dreams:  

• Delivering pizzas while witnessing Godzilla doing what he does best, dream ends with me being crushed by a stone wall hurled at me.

• Being in my house though the dream had a horror survival game type vibe with me finding things such as keys and a phone with little dialogue boxes popping up telling me to use these items to my advantage, also seeing a purple man sized rabbit crawling through the walls saying "I know you're over there somewhere".