I've had the flu, and have spent almost 4 days in bed. The dreams I've had have been bizarre to say the least.

I dreamt I was on a roller coaster with a beaver and it all went wrong (won't bore you with the details) and the beaver ended up dead. Well, I felt really guilty so I took it home to try and revive it and my cats started to bite it's tail off.

The other one I had was about a game I've been playing on Gamecube, which involves finding peices of a map. Well, I've found all the peices, and in my head I'm wondering what now? I've done everything! Then I remember I have work, but I start thinking... Is it really work, or is it like the Matrix? Now I've overcome the map, 'they' are trying to tell me to go back to the 'real world'...

Uhm yea.. So what weird dreams have you had? Especially the feverish ones where you know you are dreaming, but can't stop it.

the gamecube one actually can be considered fairly normal...

But the beaver one i really find interesting...

Myself, i drink to avoid dreaming.. I see too much in my dreams.

Well, I do tend to dream about games I've being playing that is true. Where the Matrix got involved though, I have no idea!

And you would find the beaver intriguing

I dreamt that pinhead and his cenebites were following me places.... I climbed into my mothers coffin to see if it was comfortable, it was in the back of my friends car BTW.... Then she was driving around and I was looking for funds to help my mothers coffin be more comfortable and then pinhead shows up with his cenabites and decideds to remove some pins from his face or something but they kept growing back.. I ended up on this cliff and my mother said that I could finish things off myself but I was in her coffin and I was screaming that it wasn't comfortable enough for her to be in it.. I think I woke up at the pint when my mother and pinhead were trying to drag me out of the coffin... All that in my alergy induced state... I get some fucked up dreams....

Yup - that is fucked up!

I couldn't help thinking you'd wrote '...my friends car BMW..' tho LOL

ok so, I dream in verse

It's good tho!

I wish my dreams made as much sense!

Yeah I know... I used to have this reacuring dream for ages... It was like different things happened but it always ended up me going to a graveyard, walking the exact same route in there and sitting on my mothers grave.... Then there was another reocuring dream where I was trapped in a stock cube and crumbled into water with 3 chickiens... That was fucked up...

LMAO! Sorry, but that was insane! ( the part about the stock cubes)

You're English right? Do you remember the little girl with the chalkboard on TV when there were no channels on? I used to dream about that over and over, but the picture would shrink then grow again, and all the time there would be a sound like white noise.

Hmmm - I hated that dream.

this is the freakiest dream I ever had;

Tale not yet Told…

I was but eight years old the first time
I stepped within the bastions of a church
I would travel far and wide to many far
Away countries at an early age
Companied by my family

The church was a sight to see
Magnificent, heard few refer to the
Sensation as holy, yet none
Ever seem quite sure what holy is
Or what it means, so often
Clichés are spun only to avoid
The immanent unveiling of ignorance

To me, an eight year old; immense in size
And experience it remains, so in such
Awe I wondered through
Eyes wide as can be, nearly drooling
My initial encounter with the robed
Residents appeared surprisingly chronic

Such that it caused an emotional strain to me
One fiercely overwhelming and alien to
Me still today, besieged by sheer profusion
Of emotional extremities I stumbled unto
An eye to eye encounter for the first time
With him AGAIN.

Paralyzed, eyes glued unto the church
Wall painting, a portrait of a man I had
Met before, met midst a dream no-less
One which till today remains as fresh and
Vivid imbedded In my memory as any
Conscious life experience could ever be
Apparently the impression it has made
Shall forever haunt me.

Jaw locked and petrified in silence I stood
Eyes fixated onto his mesmerizing gaze, as if
Entombed by his eyes, only to suddenly
Find myself lost within the scenic backdrop
Of the dream, where I sat behind giant
Stained glass windows staring out on a
Courtyard filled with joy and laughter
Children played, women danced and
The music played loud, it appeared to be
Approximately the early 1200AD.

Cheerful could only described the mood
Such joy that even at a moment surging
Fear upon reflection the loving sentiment of
The vision seeped through me like a
Gentle summer breeze to dress an
Involuntary smile upon my lips
I watched the celebration stained by
The unlikely grin wearing my face awkward

Alas the loving flux was shattered
Abrupt as a epic clap of thunder
Louder than the crying Banshee
Retentively alert prior, as now a
Woman’s desperate last gasping
Shrill stood me and time staring still
At one-another, silent in attention
Hushed air loomed to suffocate the
Celebration, as apprehension daunts
The very breath, her dire cries died yet
Not prior to ceasing her life away from
The scene, short lived no less was the
Silent air as soon the ensuing shrieks
Of the crowd in absolute horror
Diminished all reason and thought
Panic riddled the courtyard, my eyes
Struggled to focus and sift through the
Manic scramble of humanity, for a look
At the axe wielding murderer………

Time had adjourned, the seconds suffered
Frantically aimless, agony straining to labor a crawling capture of bale, kept captive inside the spatial tornado of the paradox insight silent shrills shattered the secured barriers of sound, a hush resulted so loud it nearly parted the sea of terrified peering eyes of humanity facing me
The crawling moment finally met it’s demise, the scent of fury intoxicated my fear, as the mad man’s eyes finally met mine midway
Time’s requiem left me imprisoned inside
This crypt, Fear found me with much ease
Ratted-out by the recognition on my face
Tacit remained the bastion walls which
Incarcerating my soul

Drowning amid a puddle of my own distilled
Tears, prayers of a desperate soul’s dire
Cries of absolution from the terrible perpetual
Moment, I whispered with each breath I gasped
The mist shimmered my teary eyes, the
Libe
Ration of time came ironically in the hands
Of the murderer himself, as his eyes left mine
In search of a target for his next maiming hack
I became undone, I ran aimless, terrified I simply
Ran and ran and……

Soon after I found myself dashing up a
Giant spiral staircase at the center of
The structure I could now recognize it
As a church, from behind I could only
Hear a frantic mesh of noise I have since
Come to regard only as chaos.

What I did know beyond a shadow of a doubt
Was that he, the madman with eyes of insanity
The axe murdering terror was the catalyst to
The sound of chaos; he was hot on my trail
I could feel his breath on my neck, ever
Gaining on me, the mere thought alone could
Defeat me, contaminate, withering my hopeful
Roots, diminish my will entirely, venom to
Deteriorate my soul, years of decay in a blink
Of an eye, creek cried my bones, scepter of
Death weighed me down as each ensuing step
Became the hardest yet to take, yet only to
Be surpassed by the next

Chaos closed quickly as I turned the last of the spiral casing of the stairs, my eyes met the roads DEAD-END, sanity fled without a trace left me disarmed, starring blind with-no place left to run, eyes glued onto a giant suspended bell

I could thoroughly feel the madness in his eyes burn through my back, I knew then he had just made it up the last turn, curiosity defeated the paralyzing fear as I turned to face the hunter

I stood halfway from he to the giant bell
Virtually as I captured him in my sight
There was an abrupt reversal of my perspective thus I now found myself hosting the vantage of the killer’s eyes, hunted became the hunter as I lift my eyes past the tip of a bloodied axe
Assenting upon the last flight of stairs to reach my victim, when my stare met with his glare
He stood before a giant bell, I now could
Recognized him, for he was the same man
Whose portrait dressed the walls of the church,
Jesus Christ stood between the bell and me.

WHoah, Yeah Im English, I would deliberately not stay up too late or leave my TV on because of that freaky chick... She was like that fucking kid from the excorsist or something... Dude thats creepy... I used to have nightmares about the muppets... I used to freak at that... My worst nightmare that I ever had was when I was 4 years old and I can still remember it as clear as day.... I never shook it off....

I really must move to england

I was sick as hell a few weeks ago and dreamt I was part horse part human. My upper body was human but I had the legs of a horse and a pair of horns on my forehead too, heh.

It was about the Muppets?

It's cold and windy ...

just my liking, I been there babe I know. me loves fog rain and cloudy days

I HATE THE SUN

You read too much Greek Mythology?

and yet me in cali