This is the most epic bizarre dream i've ever had, reposted from failbook:

I had to go on the train to stop my sister from travelling to a foreign country (Hey Hayley Brown - why were you going to switzerland anyway?), when I got there I had to stop the car (the train became a car on a dirt road somehow) because a sign said "no parking" - so naturally I HAD to park it.

Getting out, I walked into a concert hall that looked suspiciously like my old high school's dinner hall setup for the xmas concert where I was at one time performing jingle bells on the guitar, the band "The Darkness" were performing until a manic old lady ran in and threw a bottle of liquid all over their gear.

Someone screamed "that's 96GB worth of material - everything the band has ever done", it turned out to be the same mixing hardware I use at home except it somehow also had a display. I saved the day by telling them to reflash the firmware, thus rescuing the band's recordings - but I ranted at them about the importance of backups.

That sounds awesome.

I have had at least two dreams that have broken the forth wall...
One was a disturbing dream, but it turned out to be OK because I woke up...Only to see the very creature from the dream hanging from the ceiling above me...
The other, I woke up in bed within the dream to see two awesome fictional characters by the foot of my bed, or at least their silhouettes talking about me sleeping.

The creepy thing is...One of them is a scientist...So in this dream within a dream...Was Professor Mordin Solus running tests and/or experiments on me while I slept? If so why in the name of Lord Megatron was GLaDOS there?..

Mordin specializes in biology/genetics...
GLaDOS specializes in portals which is physics so...

Genetics + Physics= ?

What the hell kind of tests were they running on me in my sleep?!

His face is pretty much my reaction

You sure it was a dream within a dream rather than just "a dream"?

No, in the second one I was dreaming that I was flying before I saw the silhouettes of GLaDOS and Doctor Solus.

As for the first, it was definetley a dream within a dream. You don't wake up from a nightmare into another nightmare before finally waking up...

My sister replied:

She's a major geology geek.

"Dreams are nothing more than the children of an idle mind." -Shakespeare. Don't let it get to you. Dreaming is just something the mind does when it's bored.

I'm not letting it "get to me", I actually think it's kind of cool.

Was the dream the result of eating to much pie?

Cool dream, cause you saved the day.

I've been ill recently, so it was literally a fever dream.

I was also talking about the band The Darkness earlier before going to sleep, not sure where the thing about my sister and switzerland came from though.

I did also remember I need to backup my mixing console.

Hope You are Feeling Better

Gareth, that's awesome! I've had many epic dreams too, just search for them in the search feature on here, I posted most if not all of them on this site. I am starting to have really great dreams again after years of the wrong medications, which caused me not to remember my dreams at all...

My most recent ones I didnt post so I'll post them now:


I was in the Lionel Groulx metro station (the metro is the subway/underground/local rail transit) in Montreal. The media had told us that when the authority figures sounded the signal (I think it was a whistle or shout or something) that that meant kung fu terrorist attackers were coming and we were to all immediately do a few practice kung fu moves, then attack the attackers. I was so out of shape and overweight to boot that I had trouble with even that. Then the attackers started coming iin and surrounding us. There more more of them than I thoight. They wee Asian, and wearing wierd white robes and had wierd piercings. I would just grab onto a group of people and try to help them but mostly I grabbed them just to make sure I didn't get left behind or snatched by the attackers. We went up and down the stairs (which had spaces bwtween them big enough for people to fall thru, and the steps were not one unit but attached to the sides of the stairway, and there are open pits with railings around them looking own into the lower levels, and each level is the height of like two stories, so if one came loose one could fall four stories and die) and we also went up and down the escalators like that, duelling, and it was chaos, and some attackers had weapons. Eventually a boy was thrown off the platform onto the tracks. The agreed-upon rule in Monteal (in the dream only) was that if someone fell off the platform, instead of shouting for help or trying to climb back up or ducking under the platform, was to stand there doing nothing but waving a piece of clothing. So he did that. I wanted to go help him, but I didn't want to get thrown off the platform myself if I got too close to him, as there were attackers nearby. I think I shouted for him to get the hell up onto the platform and shouted at others to go help him, but nobody did, and I think he just kept standing thee waving his jacket or whatever it was, and eventually he fell down or was knocked down, but I think luckily the trains stopped coming because they had heard that the attackers were at this station.


I emember trying to get up to the surface and out the doo, but I was far from it. I was halfway there if that. And with all the attackers, no way would I get out till the fight was over. I eventually shut myhself in a lockable phone booth for staff only. The attakcers rattled the door but I didn't open it. Eventually they went away. Somewhere around there the dream ended. There wqass more that I forget.


Then there was my dream about the Douglas Mental Health University Institute in Montreal, where I was an inpatient a few times. Two or 3 dreams, actually. The first one, I was back there but as an undercover reporter or cop or something. I had partners who were doing the same thing as me, as staff or as patients. I forget if I was a "staffer" or "patient". But I met a lot of my old friends from there again, in the dream. I hung out with Mathieu and Anna, the two best friends I had there my first time in there, and their friend Stefania, who was also their friend in real life.  The main pavilion, which wasn't that big in RL, was now a highrise. This dream took place in the future. I visited my old unit, hung out om the grounds in early morning after escaping, tried to help someone escape... and the patients just ran around doing as they pleased, sliding down the laundry chutes into other units, etc.

Another dream saw me in special ed at my old high school that in the drem was also the Douglas Mental |Health University Institute, back in high school, having just been "certified" and taken by the cops from some other school to this place. My dad stood at the door to the room I was in trying to protect me. the room had a bed in it. Eventually I fell asleep. My dad stayed with me all night. When I woke up in the morning he was gone. I was taken to a schoolroom where this woman tried to do ABA on me, evne grabbing my hand and tryhing to make it do things though I was completely inependent, thank you very much, and so I kept pretending to laugh and tell her "What are you ddoing?" and pulling away until she realized I wasn't a low-functioning autistic and got the message and stopped. I kept going to the bathroom to do my hair (which was very very long in the dream) in the FLDS style. Then I came out and sat on a couch in the classroom. A female staff member not much older than me (I was still 23 or 2 in my ream just like I was in RL) came over, sat next to me and initiated sexual acts with me. We kept our clothes on tho. She was wearing, I think, black dress pants and a long-sleeved black shirt. For some reason I did them right back with her. Then I kept getting depressed in the special ed classroom and snaking up to the psychiatric unit to visit Mathieu and Anna (the one they were on after they were moved off my unit in real life), hoping the staff would see I belonged THERE and not downstairs with the retards. Then I would go back down. Once I was in a rush to get the hell out the door before a certain staff member noticed me and I got in trouble, so I crashed thru the unit with the dinner trayes on it, spilling trays of food all over the floor. But it was a nice nurse from the unit I had been on in real life. She still worked on that unit in the dream, but was up here on some other business and saw me, thought I was one of the patients on this unit, and greeted me very warmly, delighted to have me back. Then she told me to slow down so that I wouldn't knock the stuff to the floor, that I didn't need to "show off". She thought I had knocked the stuff to the floor on purpose to show off. I helped pick it back up, then, though my friends (some were people I had never met in real life) wanted me to take the chance and stay and some thought I'd get away with it, but I left. I remember the unit was different than in RL. It was TOTALLY different... facing a different direction, different layout, but yet it had the same name and was in the same building in the same place. But there was just one bathroom on the unit for patients that both male and female patients used, and the staff had fulled it with medical supplies befoe (whcih I also saw happen in the dream before) because they didn't have any other place to store that stuff. So I don't know what bathroom the patients used, but they must have had a bathroom cuz I didn't see or smell any *** anywhere. the place was also still painted light institutional blue, like it had used to be in RL before they painted it again in RL, but even when it was blue in RL it was also green and had decorations, whereas in the dream it was just blue and had no decorations at all.


I remember being attacked and having a meltdown and being raped by a black male patient in that dream outsie the bathroom as I tried to get in around the stuff in there on my way out (the door out of the unit was aqt the end of the hall with the bathroom), and the nI just gave up. I wasn't gonna go back down and get more retard treatment but I kne they would send me back down and I'd get in trouble and the rape was actually not that ba, though it did upset me. I lay down on a wire cot in the hall against the wall opposite the bathroom and sobbed until a nice female nurse came and at one point gave me meds and the staff there told me I could stay there so it was a happy ending, as I was now with my friends and out of the retar classroom... even tho I was in the psych ward and considered some of the staff and patients there dangerous. At one point also a nurse, maybe a different one, brought me this bag thing and told me to put my hands in it. At first I thought it was some srta restraint thing so I was hesitant. But then it turned out they were just giving me this empty bag to play with for some reason, or to put my stuff in or something.

More to come!

Around that time, not long ago, I had another dream... about a mental hospital in the future that I was visiting with other people. I didn't know any of the patients and am not sure if any of the people I was with did either. We entered and stood near the desk. The patients walked around looking traumatized and out of it and beaten down. A lot of them were wearing their winter jackets even though it wasn't winter and they were inside and it was a normal temperature. Some patients were male and some female. Some slept in their rooms on beds, others in the dayroom on other beds. Then suddenly I was a patient there. I think I was also a reporter. They had me on a mattress in the dayroom, as there wasn't enough room in the beooms. Others slept in the dayroom too. I was traumatized by the way they treated the patients and started crying and crying. The staff came with a cup of pills for me, heavy-duty antipsychotic killer-side-effects-type pills. I had never tried that particular medication before. I asked what it was and they reluctantly told me. I think I sensed they were telling the truth. I asked if I could refuse, or said I would refuse or something, and I forget what they told me, but it was either that I couldn't refuse, or that I could but they would make me anyway, or I could but they gave me a hard time about it, or something like that. I do remember that they were not pleased.

Whenever a patient did something that was against the rules or dangerous physically to anyone, they were tasered by a staff member. This made me so angry, scared and sad (mostly angry, a little less scared and quite a bit less sad) because 1) I was against all avesives, 2) they were being used "arbitrarily" anyway. The tasers made a cold-sounding, 4-note, musical sort of noise before deploying, for some reason, I think to warn any staff to get out of the way. But for some reason the patient never had time to get out of the way, even if he wasn't restrained. One day some children were brought onto the unit, mostly boys I think, and they were each instructed by the staff and whatever other adults were with them to taser a patient. I remember a middle-aged to olde man was tasered by a young child, and a midle-aged to older man, maybe the same one, was tasered by a woman staff member who gave him a nasty filthy dirty look and aimed the taser at him as a warning to stop whatever he was doing or else. I think she shocked him because he didn't stop. And they did so. Maybe one or two of them refused or found it hard; I forget. Other *** happened in that mental ward in the dream too that I forget. I forget if I got out. I do remember a staff member aiming the taser at me, it made some muhsical tones, then I managed to turn it at least a little bit away before it deployed. I forget if the staff member got shocked, and if there were any repercussions for me.

Wow... I'm having a LOT of epic dreams lately. I had one last night and one during a nap today that I forget but it was epic too. The one last night was ANOTHER one about a mental hospital. I  remembered every bit of it when I woke up. Now all I remember is that my dad and me were BOTH patients on the same unit... and we were roommates! I wondered why they put a male with a female. The room was decorated like my old bedroom, only way better, tidier and fancier. My dad woke up and thought he was just there to spring me and they had offered him a place to sleep. I chat with him for a while, him being a bit surly and me doing most of the chatting, telling him where he is (the Harris County Psychiatric Center) because he doesn't remember coming in but I do. Then he impatiently tells me to get a move on. "Let's go, already!" I tell him we can't; we're stuck here involuntarily. He gets mad and denies it. We go out to the desk and I tell the nurse behind it to please tell him he's a patient there, because he's denying even that. She tells him he is. She says he seemed happy to be there "last night" when she helped him shower and cut his hair. He still doesn't seem to remember.

My two best friends (Marie and Claire) from my second time at the Douglas are also there, as is a friend of mine from the Harris County PC. I sit at the eating tables next to her during a coping skills or recreation therapy group and say, "OMG is that you, Shareese?" She says no, her name is [something I forget that sounds like Shareese but is different]. At first I'm laughing and joking with Marie and Claire, and we're so happy to be  back together because we drifted apart due to stress in life outside, but now we're back in here and need to stick together to alleviate the stress (or just relax together, if there's no stress). I remember hanging out with them in the smoking room and other places on the unit but very quickly they become indifferent to me, almost ignoring me, and probably ignoring each other too.

The unit is supposed to be the same one I was at in the HCPC in RL but it is different. It's a continuation of another dream I had before about that same unit that's the same, yet in the dream totally different. Unlike in RL, in the dream the unit, though on the second floor in both the dream and in RL, opens directly outside where there are picnic tables. (In the dram the building is built into a hill; in RL is is totally not.) I remember in both dreams sitting at those tables, in the first one talking to a staffer and in the second one me and a lot of other patients on the unit are brought out for fresh air and then we go back inside together.

St various points in the dream I laugh uproariously and am overjoyed, at other various points I yell and scream and *** like there's no tomorrow because I feel the need to to survive and protect and defend myself and those I care about. In all my mental hospital dreams, I am really LOUD.

There was more that I forget. Perhaps there will be a sequel tho. What usually happens with sequels with me is that I have a dream, forget it totally, then have another dream that's a sequel to it, then I wake up remembering both dreams. Sometimes there are 2 or 3 sequels.

Oh, and I remember talking on the phone with Jack in the dream, and I think he came to visit me. I asked the woman behind the desk, the same one that told my father he was a patient there, "Who's my doctor? I need to get out of here. It's not [the Soviet doc I had there in RL], is it?" She said that it was. I got upset but then realized it wouldn't be so bad because I could just show her I was different from last time, which I was, and that my appearance and behavior last time wasn't all of me.

This post was last modified: 02-16-2013 03:39 AM by Ana54.

Let me tell you about the most bizarre dream I've ever had. It was when I was in high school. I dreamt I was walking through the mall with my mother when I saw a giant Burger King in the mall. It was so tall and big that they had to cut a hole in the top of the roof to accomidate its height. Below the ceiling of the mall, there was a mechanical bulldog that kept repeating, "Come to Burger King. Come to Burger King." I pointed to myself and said, "You mean me?" The bulldog answered, "Yes, you." We went to Burger King on one of the highest floors. We were so high up we could see clouds out the window at our level. My mother and I had hamburgers and I saw someone with a humburger that had long flowing hair with a bow in it. I asked my mom why that hamuburger had long flowing hair with a bow in it and she said because it's a girl hamburger. The hair sort of humanized the hamburger, and I felt bad that it was going to get eaten. Before the man could eat the hamburger, the hamburger sprouted wings and flew out the window. I shouted, "Be free, human hamburger!"and music played like it were a movie. I only remember the really bizarre dreams, but if I remember it, I remember it well forever.

Jay-Dub, that's great!! LOL!


I jut ha a dream whee I went to jail. I remember there was some disaster that totally put the St. Lawrence Lowlands in Quebec underwater. So we all evacuated. I met some really neat, handsome, fun, smart, nice guys at the shelter, which was very homey and converted from people's homes and a school I think. We watched the news and other stuff on a big screen in a biggish room. Some of us had our own rooms at the shelter that used to be classrooms. Like the boy I hooked up with in the end, and we promised to marry each other. We went into his room to have sex but then someone walked in but luckily I was able to hide under the covers on his bed.I went out a few times with people, mostly people more skilled than me, to retrieve stuff we had left behind. I was anxious to retrieve some jewelry, I think just tiny narrow rings, that I had forgotten at home. I found it. In a walk-in freezer in some institution. I reached in, stuck my head and shoulders in, thru this window, and tried to crawl down into the freezer, but couldn't reach them. They were among the food for some reason. Some guy asked what I was doing. I told him. He passed me the rings, which I think were among the cheese. At one point I was jailed, I think for standing up for myself and someone else's rights. I was questioned and then arrested. I remembered the two strip searches very well when I woke up. I remember for some reason we weren't allowed to have hair longer than down to our shoulders so they would cut hair longer than that. I forget if they bothered to cut mine; it was just a little past my shoulders. I remember telling a friend while I was being processed, "I hope they don't cut my hair too short." Being in jail wasn't that bad but I was happy to get out and rejoin my friends and tell them I was still alive and hadn't abandoned them. Eventually, the flooding stopped and we returned to the St. Lawrence Lowlands and salvaged what we could of our stuff. I think we even moved back in there, against my better judgment.

I remember a lot of dreams about apartments too, living in or visiting or floating thru the air into others' apartments or apartments I ha never actually been or lived in or even seen. I floated thru the air into people's uppe-story bedrooms in Brockville when I lived in Brockville. In Montreal I floated into people's houses, rooms and apartments in Montreal. I went miles, thru people's gardens, up or down the river (usually if not always westward), down coal chutes an driveways slanted steeply downwards (once I got stuck at the bottom of a coal chute and I don't know how I got out, but I know it was hard and I might have gotten help), across fields that actually existed, across the entire island, into elevators and stairwells in apartment and office buildings, out the windows and off the balconies of high apartments and down and down and down, and once I got stuck in a grate in the parking lot of my old high school. I don't know how I got out. In these dreams I sometimes took buses that don't exist in real life, to shopping malls that don't exist, and bought products I had never seen in RL. I hid in one department store, a common chain in the dream that didn't actually exist in RL but was a combo of certain department stores in RL. I hid in there after closing time. I often took the same bus there a lot, or walked there from another mall near that bus stop. I bought stuff at tables set up outside that mall, more than once and in more than one dream. I often hang around with people in dreams that I have never seen or heard of in RL. Their appearance and characters and ways of dress is very real to me tho in the dreams. I walked up steets that existed to houses that didn't exist. I walked down streets in the dreams that didn't exist in RL (to my  knowledge), but in neighborhoods that actually existed in RL. I went to thrift stores, charity "take what you need" places an restaurants in a part of town that existed in RL but had been totally rearranged in the dream. It had been more developed in the dream than in RL. I tried to free this woman from a prison cell in an apartment building where she was being held captive in the part of town my aunt used to live in. I just floated there. I floated by swimming the the air. If someone was running after me I'd just stop running and start swimming thru the air, which was faster. I'd even swim upwards into the air where they couldn't get at me. This took a bit more concentration and effort, but it worked. I often hung out in the courtyards of old places I used to live with people who lived there that I had never met. I would float down the street of wherever I lived at the time in RL. I played a game with others where we floated from apartment to apartment, balcony to balcony, etc. The people who lived in the apartments were in solid form, the people I played the game with and myself were only semi-solid.

Sometimes I talked to na hung out with neighborhood kids I had never seen in RL; me and some of my old schoolmates I had never talked to who hadn't been in any of my classes were the oldest and talked/played/hung out together at the local pool and the owntown mall. Both those places really existed. When I had those dreams about the local pool and the owntown mall, I was living near them, in the neighborhood where those girls really lived.

I also wanted to tell you of two other recent dreams I had but later... I forget them now.

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