Describe the trippiest dream you've ever had.
I'm making this thread simply because I'm interested. I've been having some trippy dreams recently, but they've hit a peak...
First, I was in a beautiful cave. There were holes in the walls that revealed daylight that poured in, and there was a blue light that didn't seem to have a source, and simply filled the whole cave, and stalactites that had fresh, cool water dripping into puddles. There's a lot about this section I don't remember. All that I do remember is climbing up a yellow-orange rope, then jumping onto a ledge, on that ledge, there was a mouse, and apparently, I have a pathological hatred for mice, because I used my steel-toed boots to attempt to stomp the mouse, but I missed, and only hit it's left arm and foot. I then punted it across the room.
Next, I was in what seemed to be a desert, I never looked behind me, so there may have been a road there. In front of me, there were hundreds of people. In retrospect, they were all clones of the same 4 foot tall, brown haired dude. I could feel more of the clones brushing up behind me. We were packed like sardines. We were all facing a theater, and this theater was the most exaggerated idea of a theater I've ever seen. The letterboards were larger than the building itself, and there was a film reel decor on top of the letterboards. Before I had the idea to think of why I was there, I heard a speaker announce, "QUENTIN TARANTINO!" The crowd cheered. Mitt Romney walked out of the theater. The crowd cheered louder.
I knew that wasn't Tarantino (I also couldn't think of Tarantino's face), but I couldn't think who it was. I spent several minutes wondering.
Without any kind of transition, and without me noticing, I was suddenly lying on top of a pick-up truck; my feet dangling over the truck bed. It was moving up a slight incline. I was still wondering who that strange man was when the truck made a sharp turn. I hardly noticed. I began to fall asleep. The truck made another sharp turn, and this time, I was suddenly not sleepy anymore. I sat up, and leaned on my hands. I was on top of a mountain. The sharp turns were actually turning 180, and pointing me up another slight incline, there were hundreds of them. I had finally hit the flat point at the very top. There wasn't much at the top. There was the small bit of road I was on, which lead down onto a curvy road, with a large pile of dirt and debris occupying my side of the road which was resting against a large sheet of rock jutting into the sky, and a small piece of red rock, enough for 5 people crammed together to stand on safely.
The truck was still moving, but now, for some reason, there was no roof, there was no windows... In fact, there was nothing but the two seats in front of me, with the driving wheel, and the seat I now felt underneath my body. I realized that no one was driving the truck, and I reacted with a feeling of apathy. The truck had driven itself this far, it had made turns so far, why couldn't it now. That's where I was wrong. It drove itself right into the pile of dirt, where it flipped, bounced off of the nonexistant roof, and flew over the sheet of rock, which revealed miles upon miles of ocean. I was panicking without motion. I couldn't move. Strangely, the truck flew. Without change, horizontally across this ocean. If I were to look up, I would see the sheet of rock, and the mountain; if I looked down, and was able to see through the floor I knew was there, I would see the ocean; and if I looked left, I would be looking into the ocean.
Then, without warning, I woke up.
First, I was in a beautiful cave. There were holes in the walls that revealed daylight that poured in, and there was a blue light that didn't seem to have a source, and simply filled the whole cave, and stalactites that had fresh, cool water dripping into puddles. There's a lot about this section I don't remember. All that I do remember is climbing up a yellow-orange rope, then jumping onto a ledge, on that ledge, there was a mouse, and apparently, I have a pathological hatred for mice, because I used my steel-toed boots to attempt to stomp the mouse, but I missed, and only hit it's left arm and foot. I then punted it across the room.
Next, I was in what seemed to be a desert, I never looked behind me, so there may have been a road there. In front of me, there were hundreds of people. In retrospect, they were all clones of the same 4 foot tall, brown haired dude. I could feel more of the clones brushing up behind me. We were packed like sardines. We were all facing a theater, and this theater was the most exaggerated idea of a theater I've ever seen. The letterboards were larger than the building itself, and there was a film reel decor on top of the letterboards. Before I had the idea to think of why I was there, I heard a speaker announce, "QUENTIN TARANTINO!" The crowd cheered. Mitt Romney walked out of the theater. The crowd cheered louder.
I knew that wasn't Tarantino (I also couldn't think of Tarantino's face), but I couldn't think who it was. I spent several minutes wondering.
Without any kind of transition, and without me noticing, I was suddenly lying on top of a pick-up truck; my feet dangling over the truck bed. It was moving up a slight incline. I was still wondering who that strange man was when the truck made a sharp turn. I hardly noticed. I began to fall asleep. The truck made another sharp turn, and this time, I was suddenly not sleepy anymore. I sat up, and leaned on my hands. I was on top of a mountain. The sharp turns were actually turning 180, and pointing me up another slight incline, there were hundreds of them. I had finally hit the flat point at the very top. There wasn't much at the top. There was the small bit of road I was on, which lead down onto a curvy road, with a large pile of dirt and debris occupying my side of the road which was resting against a large sheet of rock jutting into the sky, and a small piece of red rock, enough for 5 people crammed together to stand on safely.
The truck was still moving, but now, for some reason, there was no roof, there was no windows... In fact, there was nothing but the two seats in front of me, with the driving wheel, and the seat I now felt underneath my body. I realized that no one was driving the truck, and I reacted with a feeling of apathy. The truck had driven itself this far, it had made turns so far, why couldn't it now. That's where I was wrong. It drove itself right into the pile of dirt, where it flipped, bounced off of the nonexistant roof, and flew over the sheet of rock, which revealed miles upon miles of ocean. I was panicking without motion. I couldn't move. Strangely, the truck flew. Without change, horizontally across this ocean. If I were to look up, I would see the sheet of rock, and the mountain; if I looked down, and was able to see through the floor I knew was there, I would see the ocean; and if I looked left, I would be looking into the ocean.
Then, without warning, I woke up.
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Your dream is also pretty weird though.
Me and my period 2 classmates were all in the gym because there were hordes of zombies outside on campus. We tried to make it to the cafeteria to get food and a few of my friends went out to go find things in the classrooms to make something to defend ourselves with. We all met up and my best friend was bitten. Everyone said it was my choice to make if we should kill him and put him out of misery or not. I woke up before getting to choose though.
It was realistic, it was the most real dream I have ever had.
Thank you, I'll be here all week.
One time, I hit the ground and I was just writhing in pain for a few minutes.
Also, is Kenny just your God?
Carry on.
That took me far longer than it it should have to get!
As for trippiest dreams, I don't remember most of mine. One that sticks out was from when I was around 6 or 7. Me an a group of friends are walking down a country lane, when all of a sudden we turn into mario characters (With an awesome effect, like from the SSBB trailer). We then proceded to run through the level whilst being chased by Whizzpig from Diddy Kong Racing and a dragon on a broomstick with a cape who breathed purple flames and could steal your voice.
I can't remember much specifics other than the premise. I think Peach fell down a ditch and I rescued her at one point. But that's about it.
Which way to the psychologist's office?
Of all things, why cotton?
Actually, I'm going to look at one of those bogus dream meaning sites and see what that meant.
EDIT: Alright, copy/pasted everything applicable
Business
To dream about a business deal signifies issues and problems that you are dealing with in your waking life. Pay attention to how the business deal is going and your demeanor during the deal. Alternatively, the dream may be a metaphor for aspects of your own personality that you need to deal with. The dream may also be a pun on the "busy-ness" of your life.�Perhaps the dream is telling you that you need to "get down to business" or that you need to put "business before pleasure."
Businessperson
To see or dream that you are a businessperson represents the rational and organized aspect of yourself.
Business Card
To dream that you are handing out your business card indicates that you need to make more connections and expand your network. in order to be successful, you need to reach out.
Suit
To dream that you are wearing a suit indicates that you want to be acknowledged and recognized for your abilities and skills. You do not want your power to go unnoticed.
Everyone survived, but their houses were separated on separate chunks of Earth in space, and nobody could go outside without dying.
a few other sinclude one of each tehre was a black hole descending uponj the earth and the world was hopeless, with all spaceships that went out to evacuate already absorded. teh dream was basically of the earths last hours. it ended with me looking at teh black hole on my own at sunrise dropping a footbool.
and another were i was a ginger with a afro being stalked by a teddy bear that kept teleporting and popping out of nowhere. then the dream skipped into a different area where teh same thging happened.
The theme song, done in electro fashion (a la Air) which I also created, hit number one almost everywhere. It was brilliant.
It's one of the very few non-horrifying (YMMV) dreams I can remember in any great detail. And I hated the fecking Brady Bunch - too many reruns here.
I was staying in a motel room with Chucky and Tiffany from Bride of Chucky. The three of us were apparently having some kind of party (or worse) and we ordered pizza. While we were waiting for the pizza, we spontaneously started a tickle fight on the bed. When the pizza guy came we invited him to join our tickle fight, and he did. I either woke up after that or blocked the rest from my memory.
I also had this trippy dream where I was feeling ill, so I went to the doctor. The doctor, however, was an anthropomorphic brown bear with a head mirror. His office was a cabin in the middle of the woods, and though it was a shack on the outside, it was a fully professional modern doctor's office on the inside. So I go in and this bear doctor is very friendly. He takes my temperature and blood pressure, then he diagnoses me with spring fever. This is apparently a somewhat serious, but not necessarily fatal, disease. He then sits me in a wheel chair and wheels me out of the cabin, and as I am rolled out into the forest the smell of the trees and the warmth of the sun between them makes me feel like I've smoked a hundred joints. This was evidently one of the symptoms of spring fever.
He was a very friendly bear, though. I hope I see him again in a future dream.
Nice.