This troper has had many odd dreams. In one he dyed his hair black, then was immediately eaten by a zombie wearing an orange afro-wig, this troper woke up, then woke up, then woke up for real. In another he and two foreign exchange students went to a bizarre carnival that always played Caramelltanzen, with random robots, chefs, nuns, and hippies dancing to it while on platforms that floated around in the air. We rode a roller coaster that was on a wire for a bit. Then suddenly, this troper was under a wooden platform while a clown selling glow-in-the-dark cotton-candy was running by; someone started shooting paper discs at people. The discs somehow OneHitKill people. Then, this troper was by a balloon stand shaped like a fish and a friend of his ran by fleeing from the clown who now had a knife. This troper then was walking with people who were all wearing only sandals down a long corridor with tall, wooden walls. This troper appeared at a wedding after walking down the corridor, he was the bride and was marrying one of the exchange students. In another he was standing on a busy street corner, everything was black and white and he could not move; the foreign exchange student he married then appeared, in colour, and he hugged this troper. Then a while after he left, this troper screamed then fell through the ground and exploded before waking up.

This Troper prides himself upon his numerous bizarre dreams. One of my favorites goes something like this: I'm in a house I've never been to before, looking out the window onto a group of people having some dinner on a long table, surrounded by luscious grass and huge hills. I'm listening to an audiobook, which suddenly describes the hills jumping up and running. This immediately comes true. To represent this, a fisherman is walking along the top of the huge hills behind the dinner, and every so often a hilltop comes past and knocks him sideways, another one appearing every time he gets up. This repeats for a while, until I am suddenly down at the dinner and someone on a megaphone announces the monkeys have arrived. A horde of monkeys descends upon the party, and a caricature of a baboon nibbles my ear. A portly man in a brown suit, glasses, bowler hat and mustache appears, apparently some kind of monkey. He slings me over my shoulder and merrily attempts to abduct me, but he quickly falls asleep and I make my escape. I'm back inside the house, with some people from the dinner inside and chatting. My sister and I look out the windows, and discover that rather than raining cats and dogs, it is in fact raining hats and fish onto the hay bales outside. A man calls me over to show me some kind of kid's book with a picture of an elephant acting as a garden hose, and then I wake up. I do have several more MindScrew dreams, but I'll leave it for now unless someone makes a bullet point asking for more.

That was awesome. Have a bullet point.

Another dream I had was where my then-best friend and I are hiding in the shrubbery of a garden to a house I've, again, never been to. A man in a pink zoot suit with a sack over his back and a cocky grin saunters past, and we decide he must be a burglar. Sure enough, we go inside into a room where loads of people are sitting on chairs in a big circle, and we are told that we've been robbed. One woman in glasses gets up and starts singing about how we should cover up everything else or something like that. Meanwhile, I sneak into a secret room where there's a high-tech payphone that shows a rotating hologram of whoever you're calling (For example, a fire truck for the fire department). Anyway, I use it to call Batman (DCAU) and he tells me he's on his way. He straps himself to a jetpack in a rocket centre and blasts off. Him going around the world is represented by a globe with eyes and a mustache being thrown across a canyon. Before long he's arrived, along with ambulances, the police, and a fire department wondering where the fire is. The burgular is taken away looking very downbeat, my family congratulate Batman, and I get to dress up in an oversized batsuit, leading into an EverybodyLaughsEnding. I wake up soon after.

Take another bullet point.

This Troper has dreams that often cross between this trope and CMoA. Some examples include: a dream revolving around a cyborg cougar with venomous metal claws that can shoot a mild poison, and by 'mild' I mean that it burns through inch-thick titanium with no problem; two of my best friends being gay for each other and narrowly avoiding tax evasion charges (they're still in junior high), and getting a standing ovation for a trumpet solo. I DON'T EVEN PLAY TRUMPET.

Don't talk to loudly, Micheal Bay might get a movie idea.

This troper once had a dream about a tornado warning in his area. It started off with people just coming out of their houses after it had apparently be done raining and thundering. I was one of those people. Suddenly, an otherwise worn out flashing neon sign read out "Tornado warning!" and ordered people to take shelter. For some inexplicable reason, everybody, me and my family included, decided to take shelter in the stores of the nearby shopping center instead of going back into their houses. So, me and my family decided to hide in a Taco Shop. It was kind of like Taco Bell, but with the layout of a Dairy Queen. So, my family decides to order some food in the middle of this disaster, and does it one by one. I'm at the end of the line. My dad orders first, then turns to my mom so she can repeat her order to him, so that he may tell the store cashier. When it's finally my turn to go, I turn to my younger sister, who's standing right next to me, repeat my order, and suddenly everything goes weird. sister acts as if she didn't even hear me, turns away, and then miraculously, everyone in the store starts acting as if I didn't exist, and started talking about things completely unrelated to what was happening. Then, the "Alone voices" from the time traveling episode of SpongebobSquarepants started repeating themselves in my head. The tornadoes finally came, and everyone started turning into demons and HULA-DANCING. This included the tornadoes. Then I woke up. This was in 4th grade. Looking back on it, it would make a great ending to a MindScrew series.

When this troper took creative writing at an art camp, one of the activities was starting a story, and then switching places and contributing to another writer's work. My story started as a Mario fanfic and then took a sharp turn into la-la land, all I remember is that it involved dimension hopping, a cheeseburger, a lunch box, living jello, and overall insanity and the fact that it was CrazyAwesome.

This troper once wrote a poem for class about the body of a dead mermaid washing up on shore. A huge amount of energy was expended by the workshop on what exactly it ''meant''. Was it about loss of innocence, environmental degradation, invasion from the strange hidden places of the mind? Actually, the motivation was this troper thinking, "If mermaids were real I bet they'd beach themselves like whales, and that'd be really creepy."

An actual line of dialogue spoken at tonight's dinner table: "My God! I can see the future that has already happened!"

This troper, while on vacation in Florida, went to some tourist attraction (I can't remember the name, I think it was called Wildworks). Things get weird ''before you go inside''; the whole thing looks like a mansion turned upside-down! When you go in, you see that the whole damn thing looks like it was designed by MC Escher himself. I haven't been there for a good 6 years now, but I remember that there was a massive floor piano and a small metal footbridge that actually turns upside-down as you walk. The walls around you look like a vortex. I really wish I could remember more.

My family went there for vacation about the seven years ago. It also has a bunch of optical illusions and cool games. It also has this bed of needles that doesn't hurt when you lay on it. I'm sad we only spent 30 minutes in there.

Ask me what my dream was like last night. Chances are you'll either laugh your lungs out or stare at me and wonder if I belong in an insane asylum.

What was your dream like last night?

I had a dream once. It started out as a party my mom was throwing... I don't remember why, but it was. Then my little brother asked to go to the bathroom. And a bunch of things happened and somehow, it ended up with me petting a Skitty in a janitor's closet while my friend tries to turn off the creepy background music...

I forgot to mention the plunger in the middle of the Skitty's forehead.

This Troper has some damn creepy and weird dreams. In one of them, I am running from floating heads of all my past friends that are screaming that they represent my occult fascination with the realms of the azure. What? This is occurring all while a lady wearing a red and blue dress is talking and her words materialize and levitate into the air and become green text. I am soon enough now forced to evade capture by men with the heads of HowardTheDuck. And the dream ends after a spirit version of myself wearing surfer dude clothes enters and demands to have the lady in the dress..."show me them melons you keep in that dress and make me a sammich."

This Troper once ran a particularly epic GURPS game set in the Warhammer40000 universe, in which (among other things) the heroes' deceased patron Inquisitor was revealed to have never existed, a pair of Farseers held a bet on humanity's ability to solve problems without Eldar aid that prevented them from telling the heroes anything other than that the bet existed, and the ending sequence consisted of every PC and DMPC dying except for the one Inquisitorial acolyte who made it back to the ship...followed by a narrated post-credits sequence in which everyone was revealed to have lived in strange ways (the best was the Commissar, who the rest of the party last saw as a set of elevator doors closed behind her abandoning her to a horde of Necrons, who walked back onto the bridge of their starship around four hours later without any explanation for her survival). I specifically informed the players that they should never assume '''anything''' that I didn't specifically tell them, as it would generally be wrong.

This troper tends to have random dreams that never repeat themselves. One dream was about a mermaid having sex with a unicorn(which made me think of Carlos mencia's Donkey Show related jokes... Unfortunately). Another was a self-inserted dream which a Willy Wonka-type character takes interest in my art and gives me a magical journey, but it later turns out he's part of the mafia and doesn't care if I live or die that he kicks me into a railroad track while laughing... I forget other dreams, but each one is like I'm Neom in Slumberland.

This troper constantly has dreams that act like stories and have proper plots and conclusions (unless someone wakes me up, that is), but there are always a few weird quirks that prove that it’s a dream. For example, in one recent dream the following happened (now in first person):

I forget that my best friend became a very strict Jew, so I ask her to go shopping with me on Shabbat. She refuses and I immediately forget about it and take a MacDonald's meal out of the fridge, which is from some reason full with Happy Meals. A few minutes later, I realize that I won't be able to finish my meal because the phone rings, so I bring the tray back to the lady at the counter (Nope, I don't know how I got there without leaving home) and answer the phone. It's my friend's mother, who is angry at me for violation Shabbat so she forces me to go to a catholic camp as punishment. I board the train and vaguely realize that it’s the same atmosphere as in a book I once read, so it must mean (a) that something bad is about to happen, and (b) that my appearance must’ve changed. Then a guy that I was in love with at the time suddenly appeared and I decided that no matter what, I had to make friends this time, while I’m away from home. I talked to him for a while, and it turned out that we’re actually going to a ‘’Jewish’’ camp, not a catholic one. I started to cry because of the fridge logic, and he disappeared. Later in the dream, I found out that it was an all-girls camp so he couldn’t have been on the train at all. So I leave the bus, yes, ‘’the bus’’, and we start doing various camp-like activities, but at some point I discover (complete with an ominous horror movie atmosphere) that the whole camp is a plot to make the children do recordings of everything that happens in July. Me and three girls go down to the basement and we find books that are all full with hand-written record of everything that happened in July of the last 200 years, and I suddenly know, just know, that those three girls are the two Big-Bads (that wasn’t a typo, I somehow decided that they were actually only two people and not three). I ran away. Then there was someone who looked like a classic Victorian butler, who confessed to be the very first child who recorded July, 200 years ago. I wanted to ask him more questions, but he brought me out and there was the carriage from the Disney Cinderella movie, only that it was black and moved without horses. He waved me goodbye, and suddenly, the guy from my class was next to me again. He started lecturing me about how we went back in time, before the July recorders existed, because I already defeated them by running away, and that July was over. I wanted to ask why they made a 2-week-long camp to record a whole month, and more importantly, what I was going to do from now on, and he said that I was already worthless and he’ll kill me with his knife. I noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned like Edward Cullen’s in the Twilight movie, only that Edward wasn’t nearly as beautiful. The guy killed me and we had sex. Then it turned out that I couldn't be dead because he forgot his knife at MacDonald's, but then I ''was'' dead, and then we both became ghosts. I was angry at him, so I decided to go find Bella Cullen and kill her because my boyfriend is sexier and I'm more immortal than her because I'm already dead. As a weapon, I took bottle of that gross oil that MacDonald's keeps recycling when making cheaps. Believe it or not, things got even more stupid (and I completely disappeared from the story, becoming a normal third-person narrator with no opinion) when it turned out that Bella was already dead because Zero from Vampire Knight killed her, and he was now fighting Voldemort, who was shouting the "HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD! HALF-BREAD!" line from that awful Twilight fanfic. Then Hisoka from Hunter X Hunter came and killed 'em all. I woke up and realized that I wasn't in an MMORPG anymore (not that I was before). Then I woke up again, this time for real.

Dude, this is way too long.

THAT. WAS. EPIC!

I ''love'' how everything got increasingly more chaotic and surreal right before you woke up.

I like to think my short stories, novels and comic series are mindscrew. Many of my stories detail bizarre dreams I have had or that someone tells me about (Josef Stalin in a commercial for Pepsi Cola, that should tell you a lot). This comic script, which grew longer and more bizarre with each draft, is essentially ''Psycho'' with a time machine.

@/RainbowPoof had a dream once involving hundreds upon hundreds of cats. They kept leaping in through the windows, and eventually squeezing through cracks in the walls. I tried grabbing them and shoving them back out through the windows, but they were just coming in too quickly. I opened the front door and stuck my head out, expecting to see millions of cats waiting for their turn to jump into my house, but instead... I saw my normal, empty yard. And when I closed the door and turned around to look back at the room I was in, the cats were gone. Freaky.

This troper once had a dream that he was going to school. Everything was ordinary. That was when I noticed that people's faces were becoming less detailed. I was freaking out, and that somehow protected me from the over-normalization. Anyways, I burst out of class, now wielding my baritone saxophone like a {{BFS}}. Then I found the girl that I had (and still have) a crush on, and I noticed that her face wasn't un-detailing either. She told me she noticed it as well, and was about to tell me something else, when the faceless army of my classmates, now all wearing straight-jackets, started moaning (without mouths, mind you) an eerie remix of Hare Hare Yukai. Then, all of a sudden, we were in the {{Submachine}}, and my baritone saxophone was now inscribed with the number 127. The girl, who was still with me, is crying in pain from the moaning. Then, all of a sudden, as I reach down to comfort her, disappeared. Now, with a reason to attack, I started playing a rock remix of the Lavender Town BGM from {{Pokemon}}. And then, it got weirder. The faceless school started claiming to be Anonymous. However, I was already gathering the shards, as I have practically memorized the first Submachine game. When I head into the elevator, though, I end up in space. I see millions of windows, each leading to what I presume is another universe. Then, I see the girl's mellophone.I pick it up and shout her name. Then, I see a spiral. The spiral is now a door, which is now a swan, which is now gone. The windows open, and the faceless have returned. I scream for the Ouendan, and the space I can see is now resembling Missingno. I see a scythe and grab it, and throw Blackadder into a window. (Strangely, a friend of mine the next day mentioned seeing a snake in their dream...) I hear static, and 127 appears everywhere. I stand strong. I approach the faceless, and said, "You may be legion, but I am... I... am..." I passed out. I awoke in a locked room. I was now in a straight-jacket. I saw something I cannot describe. It filled me with the realization that the girl I lo- er, like is probably in danger. And then I was in space again. But this time, I had taken precautions for if I have to deal with them. Then I saw her. Through one of the windows. She was in a straight jacket, but this one had wires attached to it. I saw her, and smashed through the window between universes, tearing her free of the wires. After I removed the duct tape from her mouth, she told me to look out behind me. Then I saw it. A fusion of Giygas, Slender Man, Cthulhu, and 4chan. I told her to get out through the portal, which was still open. She said no, because it wasn't really her, and she was actually the Big Bad the whole time. I then shot everything, danmaku-style. Then my dream became an anime, and New World was the Anime Theme Song. I was standing on the edge of reality. I saw the Big Bad, the Hybrid, and then, tied up behind them, the girl. I fought against the two fiends, and lost. But then, my best friends appeared and started fighting back the fiends. With the last of my strength, I pulled myself to the girl, and untied her. A light was emitted, destroying the fiends. The girl was happy, joyous actually. She was just about to thank me, when I woke up. Yeah. Even waking up screwed my mind.

that is so cool

On another note, apparently she has a boyfriend already. Oh well, at least I've moved on to the past!

I had a rather odd dream two days ago. It involved me going to my high school and meeting an old teacher of mine. She kept asking people where the motel was (fun fact; my town has no such thing) and everyone kept ignoring her. So I walked on ahead to the rotunda and found that one wing was replaced with the aforementioned motel, and the other with a sprawling shopping mall/airport hybrid. Before I know it, I'm teleported to a London-bound plane. For whatever reason, it was going to other airports to pick passengers up (there weren't supposed to be connecting flights, mind you). As we descend into Ueda Airport - yes, a Japanese city is all of a sudden its own island, O heard a woman ask "Does anyone need to go to school today?" and then the engines died and the plane went down. ''Right'' as that happened, low-flying plane woke me up.

I once had a dream, that makes absolutely no sense at all. First of all, Todd and Riley from TheReplacements see a giant TowerOfDoom. For some reason, they decide to climb it. After they trek to the 134th floor, the see a room that looks like a middle school student's bedroom, except it's giant. They climb up the giant dresser, and there is a empty soda can laying on it's side. Then, a woman floats out of it. This woman has two heads, no feet or legs, and was wearing a silver dress. She teleports them to the top floor, after Todd falls into a pit of lava that randomly appeared. At the top floor, was Gantu from LiloAndStitch. The woman, who my mind referred to as 'Witch', suddenly gains a trident and zaps Gantu with an energy blast. Then it starts to rain ''fried chicken''. Then Witch says, with a British accent, "Have you seen my shadow travel, Riley? Oh, there it is." They then teleport to the bottom, and pillows and feathers appear around them. Then the dream ends. What.

This troper loves time travel stuff. And, thankfully, has a very well-developed mind that can comprehend multiple paradoxes and doesn't get completely thrown off by things like M.C. Escher paintings and "Inception" plots. The mind screw part goes to his friends, most of which can't even follow me when I try to explain the first plot point or paradox in any given time travel story or whatever. Apparently most of my friends are stupid (and they have no shame in admitting it to me. No shame at all).

Pretty much any dream this troper has is completely made up of MindScrew. They all include at least one of the following (although most just happen within the same dream, causing this troper to write it down in her diary for further examination): monsters, ghosts, freaky music, videogame characters, TV characters, anime characters, celebrities, constantly changing scenery, epic battles (usually with guns, swords, super powers, etc.), brainwashing, giant bathrooms (don't ask), aliens, space travel, guys I like (happened pretty much all through out high school), burning houses, haunted mansions, tornadoes, the moon looking like a skull, secret passages leading to impossible places, huge ships, ancient ruins, dance contests, the apocalypse, modeling, movies, staircases of doom, motorcycles, secret agents, daycares, haunted churches, rave parties, camping, vampires, guns, family committing suicide, huge malls, flying, being naked when people are standing right next to me, and heavy metal concerts (my favorite).

This troper recently watched a new episode of Spongebob Squarepants. In my opinion, the new episodes aren't nearly as good as the originals; yet still, it keeps Mind Screwing you to no end for no apparent reason, and it does it pretty well for a children's show. This particular episode went a little more overboard than usual (anything involving the Flying Dutchman does, alongside occasional Nightmare Fuel, which may or may not be toned-down Unleaded fuel, but still), but my point is that Spongebob and his buddies live in a fairly humorous distorted world.

The This Man thing noted on one of the NightmareFuel pages took another level of weird for this troper. It was a dream I simply call the Michael Dream. I am a monarch, no build up, no nothing, then someone tries to kill me, and I parry his long dagger by drawing a BFS. Cut to a weird planet like the Gold Saucer, where there is a series of games that decide who gets their wish granted. I don't remember much of the first three games, except the end of the third one: me playing Yugioh and defeating someone with a 600 atk. Cyber Twin Dragon...before I even knew Cyber Twin Dragon existed. And the set with CTD was months away. It gets weirder. And cryptic. And with lots and lots of really, really weird symbolism. There's a motorcycle race, my attempted killer is there...and then we turn our motorcycles into HumongousMecha and fight. Then mine absorbs a weird lance by being impaled through the heart by it, gets six wings, becomes made of pure white light, becomes more broken than Sosuke Aizen, and promptly curbstomps the assassin so hard his machine vaporizes then explodes into a big cross. Then his mask burns off as his motorcycle nearly crashes, and I see its my...old friend from somewhere, some ''when'' named Michael. This Man, as noted by the NightmareFuel page. Then the planet starts exploding and splitting apart and giant naked featureless girls kill the corrupt president of Gaming World with Ceros fired from their mouths. Then that old lady from TheLifeAndTimesOfJuniperLee talks about how, since the race was not finished, the cursed boy remains cursed forever. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

This troper had a dream about sharks. Two feet long. All colors of the rainbow. Leaping out of ''the goddamn toilet.''

This troper has dreams that are very weird and detailed. The weirdest one involved him trying to get Spongebob acquitted of 1st degree murder charges, running away from his gym teacher in a crowded airport, fighting Phoebe, Monica and Rachel (from ''Friends'') and attempting to rescue his family from an airplane/roller coaster after they were kidnapped by a flight attendant

This conversation I just had with my sister. I'd accuse her of making it up, but she's not good at making things up without giggling, and she was completely matter of fact the entire time.

6

look behind you

5

the tree is waiting

4

death is a fish and i am the fisher

3

we are the oversight

2

begin the procedure

26

there is no pattern

Happened to this troper's parents. They were driving out of state, and they needed to stop somewhere for a break. They had stopped at this old, dusty-looking (from their description) truck stop and walked in. Inside, the store was clean, well organized, and there was a man in there dressed in a suit.

This Troper had a dream about waking up in a hotel room, but it was all animated. It turned out that this was after the end of the world, and this was actually a cartoon reflection of a once glorious hotel. Everything talked, as you would expect from a toon world, and there was a stove who was very curious about the real world, as well as a weird monkey like thing who looked like Jeff Dunham's peanut. After talking to him, I was put under arrest for failing to be spectacular enough for that world. I was put on trial by an evil gameshow host, and his accomplice, an evil general (who was such a damn good general he had EIGHT stars) but proved my innocence by pointing out that, as this was after the end of the world, I must therefore be dead. And because this clearly took place in the US, a dead person can't be tried or convicted for a crime. And therefore, despite clearly having had an unspectacular introduction, I must be found not guilty by reason of being dead. Then the gameshow host and the general tried to kill me anyway, but boyfriend and I escaped, and somehow proved that, in fact, the gameshow host and the general had destroyed the world in order to get to the toon world and be immortal. Then it turned out to have all been a hit movie, and there was a sequel, which was alright, but put more emphasis on the weird peanut thing. Then my lover and I commissioned a third movie, for our baby to star in. And then myself, and my genre savvy costars, all sang a song about how third movies always suck. And the whole dream was a musical. It rhymed. I've got the lyrics that I remembered somewhere.

This Troper has had some very odd dreams. There is this one really long, really weird one that she remembers almost in its entirety. It starts out with a bunch of old-fashioned Victorian ladies in frilly, lacy dresses standing looking out windows in a very mannequin-like fashion and talking, but the talking didn't register as sound and instead appeared as text in a little text-box like they have in video games. Then I'm walking along a gravel road and there's some dispute between this man and this woman but I don't know anything about them so I just look at the gravel and walk on. Then I become some kind of Omniscient Narrator person or something floating and looking at things from a random angle. Since the dream didn't make sense anyway, it decided to involve a guy who had a half dragon kid (I think black dragon?) and didn't know about it. And he was driving a car somewhere with his wife and the kid came and found them. The wife killed the husband and then the half-dragon killed the wife and then she flew away and crashed into the side of a mountain, which was covered in gravel (I was seeing through her eyes for that part). That was the part of the dream that made the most sense. And then it was back in the town with the ladies in Victorian/Colonial gowns at windows, except now they all look like Disney princesses, or at least I'm pretty darn sure I saw Sleeping Beauty and Snow White. Then it cuts to some town, looks like someplace in England, and the BigBad from a story I'm writing walks through muttering something about how the people in the town have bad taste in architecture (which they don't). It was about then that I realized I was dreaming. Then I was back with the ladies in Victorian dress and we were in a garden with a gravel path and a bunch of flytraps, except the flytraps are hidden behind rosebushes and I seem to be the only one who can see them. And then the half-dragon girl comes back and jumps into the pond in the middle of the garden and she doesn't come up so I think she drowned. And the BigBad from the story I'm writing is back again and he kills a few of the random girls and then vanishes. Then I go back inside the house that this garden comes off of and assassinate Hitler with an Eldar shuriken pistol, then I jump out the window and land in a lake and under the water is this town and I can somehow breathe underwater and everything is completely clear, but when I'm above the water I can't see anything but blue. So I swim down to the city and one of my friends since childhood is there and she tells me that this is some kind of magic place where only good people can get too but the definition of good is being used too loosely and there are a bunch of AntiSue characters that need to get pulled out of the lake so we go and find a few of the buildings where these characters live and put balloons on them to make them float up to the surface, and then bubbles come out of her mouth and she gets sucked into this vortex in the ground, and then the scene changes and I'm on a spaceship and I talk a bit with my DarkHeresy character, who gets convinced I'm a heretic and fires a bolt pistol at my head, and then I wake up and go about my morning routine only to find that outside is one of those women in Victorian dress and she pushes me onto a bus and we go to the basement of some warehouse in Seattle where a woman in a blue dress who looks a bit like my English teacher but with red hair tells us that there's going to be an asteroid impact and then I go outside and I can see the thing coming toward the Earth and it looks a bit like one of the planets on the cover of {{Spore}}. Then aliens come and start frying everything and I'm stuck in my house with a few other people and a computer with an Internet connection and for some reason everything looks all gray and we're all afraid to go upstairs to get anything because we think the aliens will kill us if we do, and so I go up to get my cat and I've got her and I come downstairs and then we here explosions outside and then... I woke up. For real.

When I was very little, my mother took me and my brother to Jordan's Furniture. The employees were handing out warm chocolate-chip cookies. I remember this vividly. I also vividly remembered a blue Muppet-like guy in a wheelchair who chatted with us for a while. His name was Scooter. I had this memory for years, but whenever we went to the furniture store after that, he wasn't there. My mother and brother never mentioned him again. Finally, when I was older, the memory randomly came to me and I realized how ludicrous it was. Why the hell would there be a freakin' Muppet in a wheelchair at a furniture store? I figured it must have been from a dream that I mistook for reality. I logged it away as a dream for several more years. Until the day I told the story up until this point to my little sister. She had asked me about an old, obscure TV show. I said that I vaguely remembered it, but felt like it was so obscure that sometimes I wondered if it was ever even real. I then told her about the Scooter situation, which I had come to excellent terms with by this point. Just as I was finishing up, my mother entered the room and said offhandedly, "Oh, Scooter? Yeah, I remember him." So, after my first ever BSOD, I decided for the sake of my sanity that she was probably just messing with me. She went on to describe a blue, Muppet-like character in a motorized chair at Jordan's Furniture. Where my brother and I ate cookies. A new Jordan's Furniture was built closer to our home, though, so that was the only time we ever went to the one with Scooter. I asked my brother if he remembered Scooter. He did. In addition, he remembered that Scooter was wearing a hat. I can't even explain just how screwed up this news has made me.

.... An obscure, barely-remembered TV show?

This past October, I attended an event at my high school called Horrorfest. The theme this year was "Dr. Frankenstein's Return", and among the cast and crew was a woman banging a chair across the ground shouting "TAKE YOUR PLACES!!!", zombies asking for a round of applause for doing absolutely nothing, and a man in a banana suit beating a baby doll against the edge of a table. What.

This troper knows it's likely a saner example than anything before this example, but there was this dream where these strange invaders in power armour had ''beaten the United States in a war'', the Chinese were getting attacked by the same power-armoured invaders, and apparently Tehran, the capital of Iran, had been completely destroyed by the invaders as well. Inverted in that the invaders had only been mentioned in propaganda and that the dream was more about a propaganda tour of the Russian army in Traralgon which was where this troper was living at the time - the Russians and Australia had apparently made an alliance against whoever the power-armoured invaders were. What stumps this troper is who the invaders were, since he never saw them, on TV or otherwise in the dream, although it was known in that dream the enemy were ''revealed to be humans''. For some reason, for this troper, he has enough dreams where he somehow finds himself in an alternate reality of some kind or another for such dreams to be fairly normal and hardly remembers any of them in detail. For some reason, at the times when his (now permanently ex-)girlfriend tried to rebound or otherwise contact him, he had a strange dream where she was present as many as three days before. Similar dreams have occurred where said ex-girlfriend was replaced in the role with others but none of them correspond to anyone he knows or has met - yet. And sometimes there's that one dream in a million that's either personal FetishFuel or personal HighOctaneNightmareFuel - however he did once have a nightmare about the Necrons and when he woke up he thought it was the coolest nightmare ever.

Uh oh, a dream more for the MindScrew records - in the dream, this troper was someone living on this little 1950s-style island community, everyone was young, white, and we were raised in this cookie-cutter 1950s Truman Show type little world, but we were told to avoid going to the beaches at night, as we heard that the mainland had suffered a terrible apocalypse and the evil Dark Worlders would snatch us for experiments; but that the island was small and couldn't support everyone, and that on our twenty-fifth birthday, we would be shipped out to another island on which to live. I happened to be one of the inhabitants of this community who didn't quite get the program and, after a female friend was sent on the boats to the new island, felt something was wrong with the whole place, and began hanging around with these strange, secretive outsiders. I went down to the beach at night after receiving an anonymous but handwritten letter daring me to 'find out the secrets of the Dark World' and, thinking it a dare by bullies, I did. Cue a speedboat with guys looking like they belonged to a paramilitary outfit with beanies and rough-edged, khaki jackets and blue armbands with a symbol on them, who grabbed me and hauled me onto their boat, but saying, "It's OK, this is a rescue operation, this is for your own good," and sped away to the mainland - then I was held in a room, and it was revealed to be by those we called the Dark Worlders on the speedboats, and the outsiders, were the same group, working as a human rights operation to attempt to expose a government-run dating website who matched eligible Caucasian partners to Australian citizens (Australia had been taken over by a white-supremacist apartheid fascist government) but the source of said prospects was the island me and the others were living on - and that the new histories of the dating site 'prospects' were given their 'new' histories by a vicious technological memory rewrite device that was incredibly painful - ''that past female friend being yet another victim'' - apparently, the fascist government wanted to make sure every white person only married other whites, and ''created the island community as a charm school'' to get 'prospects' - as the UN had sanctioned that fascist Australia to the hilt and prevented overseas travel there. Thus, the so-called Dark World guys were actually LaResistance, and I began working with them to save enough people, in the hopes of exposing this dodgy government dating-site program to the world, which even to the UN was secret.

Try taking 5 sleeping pills (I assume you're moral enough to avoid drugs). You'll completely understand Hunter S. Thompson's line: "Did I just say that? Or was I just thinking?"

Sadly, this troper does not require any sort of drugs to understand that line.

I logged on to Tinychat one day at a friend's request. One of their friends, Colton, had turned on the video chat option. I told him we (my family) only have a limited amount of high speed bandwidth, that his choice was sucking it away, and that I would rather use it to download subbed episodes of ''TokyoMewMew'' among other things. He refused to turn the option off, so I went "Fine. If you're going to make me look at your face, I can at least have some fun. Your mind is now my toy" and proceeded to say incredibly random stuff, until he said something along the lines of "Katie has issues!" It was worth it, just to see the look on his face. The random things I remember saying are: #QUOTE# Welcome to a pair of dice~! #QUOTE# One time I met your grandfather he had eyes as nice as boats~! #QUOTE# Farewell to knees and berries! #QUOTE# Magikarp, I choose you! (After this, he said I have issues) #QUOTE#

This insomniac troper frequently has mindscrewy dreams. Frequently. Last night, I dreamed that my ex and I had been made color-coded (blue and green, respectively) demi-gods and were welcomed into an ornate palace in the middle of a frozen desert. The palace resembled a cross between Asgard from Too Human and some D'ni creation from {{Myst}}. We were the youngest demi-gods, and we were being granted the memories of our predecessors, who became distracted by pleasures of the flesh, with 'Yellow', 'Red' and 'White'. It turned out that this was a ploy by 'Black' and 'Clear' to keep everyone distracted, so that they could move the palace on it's enormous tram-line to a forested mountain city and rule the world. We realized what was going on and sent our robotic (still color-coded) minions out to stop them. Then it turned out that we were playing pretend. In the bath. On a passenger train.

I had yet ''another'' strange dream about a week ago. I was in a video game that looked like a MetroidPrime knockoff that took place in a submarine. After killing a bunch of floating alien heads with the Unversed symbol on them, I walk into a series of glass cages. I don't remember what was in most of them, but I do remember seeing Kraid in there somewhere. I eventually stop at one cage with some sort of red glowing alien hornet in it, and shooting the glass out with a dagger. The bee suddenly became 6 feet tall and started chasing me, so what do I do? Jump into the water (that somehow isn't getting into the submarine). Then I got strangled by a man wearing all black and woke up...in a hotel room on the Jersey shore with a black eye. My grandma is staring out of the window, then she turns to me and calmly says, "We have to get you out of here". She then walks with me outside and promptly starts beating the everlasting shit out of a police officer and hijacks a Disneyland tour bus. Nobody in the bus seemed to mind. She then started driving the bus at 130 MPH up a mountain that materialized in the middle of the road, as I'm telling her about the earlier part of my dream. Then a ball made of sound rolls onto the road and brings the bus to a total halt right in front of my house. I ran away in terror.

Same troper as above. I had a series of 3 Mind Screw dreams, all connected. In the first, I went to my local arcade and found the pads on their InTheGroove machine had been taken out. I then noticed that a DanceDanceRevolution [=X2=] machine was also there. I run over, excited...only to notice that this too had no pads, just turntables with arrows on them. There were flash drives attached to it, for some reason. I shrug and step out onto the bus (which wasn't there a minute beforehand) and find myself going at 200 MPH to Boston for a track meet. They had a practice room that looked exactly like the training room at my school. So I go in, work out for about 15 minutes, then decide to go the bathroom. Because the room is in a separate building, I go over to the school next door. My friend's boyfriend is standing there, blocking the door and, with an overly cheery voice, tells me the school was on fire (which it was) and that I couldn't go in. So, I go back into the practice room...and onto the computer that most definitely was not there. I am now dressed in a long sleeved shirt and jeans, when originally I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I call my dad and ask him to print out and bring over lyrics to a song, because my printer was gone. So, he comes over in a Hyundai Elantra, and I get in the car with him. I notice somebody that looks about 8 years old in the front seat. I ask my dad "Who the hell is this?" He responds "This is David. We're taking him to meet his boyfriend." He then takes off at speeds no Hyundai should go at. (Why do all my dreams involve impossibly fast cars?) We then crash into some sort of stone cylinder. I shoot out of the windshield and right through the skylight of "Seaside School". I get up, unharmed, to find there are all these people running sideways. I try to avoid them, and eventually get out through the front door. I then run at top speed across the boardwalk to where the cylinder was. David is there, but my dad and the Elantra are both gone. David tells me that he had been arrested for child abuse. It starts raining oil, and then the dream ends. Huh?

Some of this Troper's dreams turn this UpToEleven. For example the time she was convinced that she was dreaming ''someone else's'' dream. It was a nightmare, actually, but this Troper was not afraid of it because it was not ''her'' nightmare.

Also, one night this Troper spent many hours lying in her bed, unable to fall asleep and increasingly annoyed because she needed to get up early that morning. Then the alarm clock went off and she woke up.

This Troper was on a site in an open-ended script-format RP that somewhat parodied JRPGs. My character, Parallel, had released an EldritchAbomination, known as Ard Ri that was sealed inside him. After the two were trapped in the Closed Space-like area that Parallel was a RealityWarper in, this happened: Parallel: *clutches his head* *feathers start swirling around* Ard Ri: *is in the form of a constellation without stars* Parallel: *various faces flash around* Ard Ri: *head twists upside down* Parallel: *eyes turn white* Ard Ri: *heads eat each other* Parallel: *sees... someone* Yula (OOC): Who is this 'someone' if I may ask? Parallel (OOC): Someone who, based on the nature of the reality warp, appears as a variety of people.

This troper had a messed up dream that she loves to share. It always makes people freak out: I was trick-or-treating and as I came to each house, everybody yelled at me and said it was December! I looked around and the sky was black and desolate. I don't know WHAT neighborhood I was in! I looked up in the sky and It started raining waffles! I ran to get under somebody's house and I met cartoon characters, whom i could not understand their mumbling. I decided to try and talk to Scooby-Doo on the other side of the garage. He talked real loud, yet he was talking like "rooby-dooby-roo", with only the letter r. I gave up and ran out side and met my friend, who was waiting for me, we rode off to a hill which was actually a cliff. We jumped into the air and I vomited and we flew off, like in Grease. ~ Squidage

This Troper had a dream that went like this: I was in my classroom sitting, when my teacher left. Then a monkey came in and yelled something incomprehensible. Then I found myself swimming at a pool made of grape juice and I looked up and the sun kept growing, growing, until someone got me out of the pool and said: "Go to the forest". Then I was teleported to a forest in a scene that would probably relate to an acid trip, then a construction platform started popping out of the ground and I hyper-jumped in it. Then there was a clone of myself on the other side. I said: "Dude, I'm having this totally weird dream." My clone replied: "It's a filler." Then I somehow wound up in a theater after travelling through places beyond imagination which somehow linked to each other. The theater screen said: "Hey there. This is a rainbow. Get ready to return to the land of the living in five seconds." Then I once again wound up in a forest, sitting on a branch of wood and chatting with two tree hugging elves playing a psychedelic song with mandolins. Then the dream ended. It's a shame I don't remember the song, 'cuz it was too damn good.

I had a dream last night that went something like this: I was on a secret mission with a bunch of people who I don't know (probably secret agents). We had to take over a mad dictator's state which was on a tiny tropical island. As we got closer to capturing him I discovered he was actually watching us the whole time from his throne on a very tall and steep Mayan pyramid. I climbed the whole pyramid by myself, only to find he has vanished into thin air. I got really scared at the sheer height I was at atop the pyramid, and I realized I want to wake up badly. Then I woke up! And my dad came into my room and told me we are flying to San Francisco the same night. So we left for the airport and the plane took off and it was really fun in there, there was a whole city inside the plane. Then in the middle of the fun the dream ended and I saw end credits rolling in front of my eyes, like in a movie. In the beginning they rolled slowly but started to move faster and faster until I got dizzy, and then I finally woke up for real. OrIsIt ?

This troper once had a dream after finishing a game I'd been playing for months (can't remember which one). I dreamt that I was at the premier for a movie of the game and I had the best seats in the house. As soon as the film started I found myself in a scene and I had no clue what was going on. I sort of went with it for a while and after about an hour of repeating lines from the game, the end credits rolled and I found myself back in the cinema again. Then everyone stood up, grabbed the seats, pulled them up and started whacking each other with them. I promptly woke up after Johnny Depp smacked me on the back of the head with a seat.

This troper once had a dream that he and his father went to New York via walking down a flight of stairs in their home. Somehow we were transported from our home in Connecticut to a building in New York. We decided to go to a restaurant. For some reason, a bathroom stall was literally next to the tables, and it was open. A small Asian woman was doing her business in there. Suddenly, her girlfriend started attacking my father for looking at her while in the bathroom stall. Later, my father managed to have a conversation with Bathroom Woman's ex-husband, which was about how crazy the two ladies are.

This one just happened this evening. I went out to get some dinner from a local Mexican place, and sat in the cantina area to eat. When I got there, the big screen TV in the cantina area was on a Spanish Language channel as it usually is. I thought nothing of it, until someone changed the channel to an NBA game between the Heat and the Spurs on ESPN. As a result of what I later figured out to be some promo the Spurs were running, the players all had logos with Spanish language names on the front of their jerseys ("El Heat" and "Los Spurs" respectively.) For a minute, I thought I was seeing things, since even with all the modern technology we have, I'm pretty sure nobody's figured out how to translate the logos on the fronts of sports jerseys in real time JUST yet. Even after I figured out what was going on, I had to go check ESPN on my phone just to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

This troper had a dream once where it was apparently so bright, we could see the FoxNewsChannel HQ in New York, but we were in Fresno, CA, and then we went into some prison and the prisoners started vomiting black-purple liquid, and then we were in this book/video game/movie store, and the vendor was talking, and then we were on something that looked like the Station of Awakening, and then some dick dad started yelling at his kid, and- yeah.

This troper had a dream where some guy in a cowboy pattern car was trying to saw her house in half. He succeeded, leaving troper's family confused. Her family managed to fix the house in under an hour, so she decided to go outside and play. Well, she was about to go outside when she saw the guy's car coming toward her house AGAIN!! He sawed the house in half again, leaving the family even more confused than before. Troper's dad told her to go follow him and see what he's up to, which she did. She hid behind a neighbor's car and watched the guy (he was dressed as a {{Cowboy}}) get out of his car with a large rifle. He was walking toward the house troper was hiding in front of. He saw her and aimed the rifle at her. Troper closed her eyes bracing herself for the gunshot, and that's when she woke up. Her only response when she woke up was "''Huh??''"

One of this tropers most mindscrewing dreams went something like this: It took place in Tesco's for some reason, this troper was buying an Elle magazine, and suddenly the entire Harry Potter cast burst through the doors. Hermione pulls out a lightsaber and uses the Force to blow Voldemort into the car magazine section, and this troper quickly ducks for cover. Then a cross between a wizards duel and a lightsaber battle breaks out, with the Tesco's staff joining in just for the hell of it and throwing grenades. Then somehow Harry is killed, and the Death Eaters stick him in a trolley and roll him down the bread isle, with the funeral march playing in the background. Then this troper wakes up... Weirdest and best dream she's EVER had!

A few years ago, I was having extremely vivid dreams with recurring elements, so in order to better figure out what my subconscious was trying to tell me, I used to keep a dream journal. Here's one of the early entries: (Notes : the 'you' in the text refers to my girlfriend at the time. Our relationship was sort of a bumpy ride and the dreams weren't helping. And 'The Cowboy' is a recurring figure in most of my MindScrew dreams. It looks a bit like Carl McCoy from Fields of the Nephilim, except I can never see his face, just the glow of his eyes.)"Dream #03, written: August 27th, 2008, 07:10am. The dream starts as I get off the plane in New York City, where I'm going to spend a while, away from everything else in my life. But then, almost immediately, I get arrested for being foreign, a headbanger, and in the wrong place at the wrong time, apparently there is some sort of "riot" going on, with a lot of screaming about anarchy and the end of fascism. I spend two nights in jail, watched over by surprisingly gentle and nice female guards. When they book me out, the first thing I do is go buy myself new shoes, as the shockingly BRIGHT YELLOW Dr Martens I bought right before getting arrested are now in ruins for some untold reason. The next part of the dream kicks in in the mall where I buy my new boots, which seems to be filled with strange, interesting people, especially girls that appear to be my own age. By the way, I seem to be about ten years younger than usual. Apparently I spend a few days in the mall, and there is something getting mixed in with either high school or college (classes, a classroom, assholes picking on me 'cuz I wear black and listen to strange music... so cliché). While in the mall, I become friends with a group of girls, most likely foreign exchange students, as one of them is Spanish and another German. Even in my dreams, it seems, I suffer from the Super-Hero Syndrome, because when a group of guys I know from the above high school/college show up and start harassing the girls rather violently, I get up from my bench and proceed to kick their asses under the cheers of the shopping crowd. When I finally decide to leave the mall, the girls want to thank me and each give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and a variety of small gifts: incense, new rings to replace those I broke/lost during the fight, a new coat, a wallet, a keyring, etc... This is when I realize that I'm dressed exactly as the Cowboy, minus the hat. This chapter of the dream ends when I leave the mall, to wander about NYC. Curiously enough, I don't seem to have any sort of permanent accommodation, nor do I seem bothered about it. I wander about the streets, talking to random people, until I get to a beach. I walk along the beach, still not alone, and along a drainage canal, I see a white hand come out of the water, grab a seagull and dive back in. Nobody else seems to have seen it. But as I look closer, I see a whole family of white-dressed/skinned "fishpeople" living under the water. I know it's a family because there's a woman, a man, and three kids including one in a babychair sitting around the dinner table. Apparently no one can see them apart from me, and when a kid with a toy harpoon pokes it into the canal, it goes right through the man's cheek and he starts screaming with his eyes fixed on me. After this, he shouts at me in Spanish and asks me if I can see him. I answer yes, and then the scene changes to a street, still in NYC, and the man is now wearing a creased white suit and carrying a thick bundle of papers. You're with me now, and the guy tries to explain to us that he's been stuck here forever and that the papers he's holding are a way out, but he's not taking it because it would mean leaving his family behind and he can't decide what he desires more: to leave this place or to remain with his family. When you and I look at the papers, we see one in particular, handwritten in black ink on white paper: a collection of strange sentences (that I can't recall now) that strike us as being extremely important and seems to be showing a literal way out of the world. There's something about "going to the stars", something else about "flying beyond". I can't explain why, but I know I have to deal with this alone, and I send you on your way, promising to meet you once I'm finished with the man in the white suit. He explains to me why he's got those papers and why he wants to/must leave (I forgot when I woke up, though), and he asks me to help him. I agree to, knowing I'm the only person in the entire world capable of helping him. He hugs me and cries on my shoulder, while I talk him through it. When he tells me he's going, I turn and walk away without looking back. The final part of the dream starts as a reach a kiosk/terrace in front of a pub called the "Crowned One", I think. There's a few goths and metalheads hanging around the place, and I ask them if they've seen you. One of the guys tells me "A cute girl with black hair, a snakebite and mysterious exotic eyes? Yeah, sure, she's inside getting drinks for you." And then you're right next to me with two pints of beer, a waiter brings us a plate of fish'n'chips, and you ask me if I've seen a shop called "Tudor", which should be around here somewhere. I look up and I see the shop, right across the street. You hurry off, telling me you have something to retrieve, a present apparently, from girls you know. I know the present is a pair of rings for your snakebite, and when you come back to our table, you're carrying a wooden box painted with colorful stripes and you're all happy and full of laughter. And then I look up behind you and I see a guy against a chainlink fence showing little flashcards written in Japanese. I can even read the subtitles: "Don't get down", "Look", "It's Time", "It's Beginning". And then it's like I'm watching a movie: I see a wide panoramic shot of NYC, there's some sort of explosion around the Chrysler Building, but I see that it's actually a small rocket that flies straight up and then starts coming down towards the city, and when it hits the city, I know it's a nuke and I think "That's it, we're all going to die now." And I see the explosion, not a nuke though, because there is no really bright flash, no shockwave that flattens the buildings, but I know that 80% of NYC just died right then. And then I'm back in the city, looking at emergency vehicles evacuating people. I can hear a voice-over, like a documentary, something about "after spending two days evacuating the dead, we can now start looking for survivors" and after a pause "This is the singularity, it came when it should have, and it's alone". I'm very scared, and horrified, and I see emergency crews in boats on the Hudson river, throwing pigeons into the water to attract the fishpeople while they're looking for those who a)survived the bomb blast and b)haven't been eaten by the fishpeople. I start crying, and the dream ends when I realize you're dead and I'm crying in the arms of a woman with long hair, some kind of tattoo on her face and a Red Cross armband."

My deepest apologies for the WallOfText.

My dreams are basically mind screws. One that made no sense was when me and some people ran to the top of a skyscraper being chased by zombies. What had happened is that I killed a Crimson Head and all of a sudden the building disappeared and we fell, yet, lived despite the fact that the building was about 467 stories high. Anyways, last night I had a dream that I was playing down at my cousins house when this thing that looked like a polar bear (still don't know if it's an actual one, a guy in a suit, or something else.) Anyways it was telling us about snake safety. I started backing up, and it asked me if I was scared. I said yes and in a playful mood it ran at me. I jumped out of the way, and she walked back over and continued talking. After a while, my aunt walked out of the house and chased it away. I saw it's eyes, and they were red, full of anger and hatred, and had a psychotic smile on it. I was all of a sudden transported back to my house, and the doors just locked my family inside. I looked out my window, and saw it walking pass my house with a bomb in it's hand. I went to a window pointing in the direction of my cousins house, and I saw it walking down to the house, but first it turned at me, with a huge grin on its face, and evil red eyes which was filled with hatred and the thoughts of murder. I went to call my cousin to warn him, but as soon has I dialed the number and he answered, the phone blew up. Then I woke up.

This Troper once stayed up all night on a Sunday, wanting to go to sleep because she had school. Well at 5: 30 in the morning she was standing next to her lamp, hearing her mother come down the hall to wake her up, and was freaking out because she didn't go to sleep and was going to get caught. Then she woke up, in bed, in the dark with her mother knocking on the door saying "Time for school!". It took a good 5 minutes for her to figure out exactly what had happened...

This troper's fanfiction. What I've plotted out is ultimate mindfuck. Sure, when you've got the characters from {{Negima}}, {{Ouran High School Host Club}}, {{K-On}}! and a couple of bishis from {{Fruits Basket}}, all going on the same trip to Seattle, including multiple mages, aliens, espers, half espers, witches, warlocks, time travelers, and a couple of demons and angels, what could possibly happen?! Well, Haruhi Suzumiya awakens her true powers, Practical twin girls fall in love with identical twins who are brothers, pregnant chicks, a girl and her demon butler from another demension accompany them, plus Teacher/Student romance; Congrats, you've just put yourself in the middle of one of my scattered stories~! Which is why I've never published them...

Most of my dreams tend to be disjointed mind screws. Most days I wake up thinking, "what the hell was that?!" and occasionally, "I did not need to see that! Where's the brain bleach?!" Highlights include:

A threesome with my crush at the time and his sister.

A threesome with my roommate's boyfriend and my biology professor (a middle-aged woman who didn't like me at all).

Penetrative sex with a shark...except the shark had a human penis...and was actually a human woman who had been magically turned into a shark.

This troper dreamt of watching a bizarre magic show starring a chainsaw-wielding {{dominatrix}}.

This troper has been having reoccuring nightmares for three years, many following a 'storyline' and others being completely strange and having no meaning. Worse news is that I'm a ridiculously vivid dreamer, to the point of having fleshed out characters, music and even people in the dream knowing that I am asleep. CursedWithAwesome right? Kinda but in nastier dreams I can feel the pain the focus character is in.

One dream had a strange city, a cross of RaygunGothic and CityNoir, the thin but massive sky scrapers where lined with dim neon lights, the streets below were almost pitch dark with the impression of having no people at all. It seemed to focus on a hotel of sorts. Each floor held four tightly packed rooms with only a bed, a toilet and sink, most of the walls were glass/plastic that where mulitcolored in a fashion simerlar to a church window. The fourth wall that all rooms faced held four very small elevators (used for quick acess to the rooms), the hotel it's self was round in shape so you chouldn't look into the room next to you, it started off massive at the bottom (suggesting that the lower levels were for rich folk) and came to barely two meters of room. I remeber my 'character' (a person of central focus in the dream) was a maroon skined humanoid with short blue hair and black eyes living at the top floor of the building (level 250). My charater (named ''Stranger'' in the dream) had apparently become bored of the city's mundane life-style and crime, it kicks off with him walking down a deserted street with no people around, as the 'scene' plays the backround music and astmosphere gets faster, more high pitched simerlar to a heart beating. Suddenly the character stumbles out of the city's bounds, almost blinded by the sun. Beyond the city was a desert with a very old road, as the character walks down the road, it becomes clear that normal people are a rarity in this world. People with orange/yellow skin living in tents throw cans at him, calling him a 'city hick'. Stranger eventually gets to an old house by the road, goes in to see a regular human....playing video games with a bear wearing an office shirt and glasses called Ted. He asks the human (a fairly preety nerd girl with auburn hair) why there are so little people beyond the city. The girl says it's because the humans: ''who were smart enough to get away didn't turn into the colorless, eyeless monstrosities out in the streets''.....the streets were pitch black with no humans because the creatures (supposenly mutated) had killed them all. It goes as far as saying that Stranger was close to mutating into one of them.

As the city reappeared in dreams that had nothing to do with it, i suspected that most of my dreams were connected into a land/country/kingdom whatnot, I nicknamed that land Dreamescape (that has three current states: Maeve - a medieval/clock punk poor area, Murine - the said RaygunGothic city surrounded by desert and slowly mutating population, And finally Muadhnait - a large island close to Maeve that's simerlar to VictorianLondon mixed with TheGayNineties and all forms of GothicHorror.) Each of them connect to Earth (known as Hub in the 'story') and all four are ruled by a diety. ***In Maeve the diety is called Maeveara, a dragon-like being symbolised in purple, who strived to keep order and law within her land. In Murine it's a being called Muadnate, another dragon-being although in an Easteren style with a gold symbol, who strived for prospirity and wealth, he actually traded lands with his fellow diety Weaver, currently hibirnating for many years. In Muadhnait it was ruled by a large EldritchAbomination called Weaver, a simply massive dark colored shapeshifter with white eyes, who strove for art and literature, his existance was forgoten when he was supposingly killed in ZombieApocalypse (he was actually imprisoned beneath the Muadhnait royal home) , causing the people to start creating new gods. And also the diety in Hub is mentioned to have been a diety named Philomel who is currently 'half-asleep' trying to fufill the wishes of humans, she is a blue ghost-like being that simply wanted Hub to survive.

The sub-dieties are as followed. May-Eve originaly a normal human who became corrupted by TheChessmaster and became a massive tree-like giant, serving as a quick link and passage from Hub to the other lands. Her body was hollowed out and is now used to house the unfortunete people of Dreamescape. Another one is Grey, an agent of Weaver (during his imprisonment) who was created to collect and inspire humans and scapes (the various Dreamescape people), he was actually The Mothman and most Slender Man sightings. With the appearance of a ridiculously thin grey humanoid, he was literaly ''torn'' from Weaver in a last attempt to keep his memory alive. Then there are The Seven each a form of monstrous being formed from humans. And finally there is the various characters that unintentionaly end up dieties (a few were those killed by The Seven or had killed a BigBad).

In one dream about Muadhnait, it actually showed the said ZombieApocalypse. Apparently Muadhnait was a very fair farming/logging town watched over by Weaver in the form of a giant black cat, the town was more so mundane and dull than the modren form. It didn't have as many of the FunnyAnimals or CityNoir charm of the present Muadhnait. It was simply a human driven communitiy based on mundane tasks and lifestyles.....then the being Muadnate made a bet with Weaver that who ever stayed a god longest whould inherit the other's land. Unfortunetly this lead to unorthedox methods of doing so.

At first Muadnate tried to convince the residents of Muadhnait that Weaver was actually a demon, it didn't work but it came in handy later when used by Grandelder. Then Weaver caused muiltple black outs in Murine and gave them the current Neon structures (which ended up causing the horrible mutations there) in order to show he was a better diety than Muadnate. Oddly enough the Murine people actually belived Weaver and began to tear down the temples dedicated to Muadnate. In a last ditch attempt to keep his religon alive, Muadnate staged a ZombieApocalypse (actually the mutated Muirne citizens) in order to wipe out Weaver's followers. Then i woke up.

Finally a few days later I found out what happened. In the other dream, it was in the perspective of a Muadhnait citzen called Alex who worked for the royal house as a messenger. The royal house was led by Grandelder, a strict, vain and generaly unplesant wolf along with his....large and odd family. One day Alex noticed a mess of people crowding around Weaver, he ran to tell the town but no one listened to him. Eventually a whole army of Muirneans torn appart the town, killing hundreds of people. I was greated to a shot of Giant Cat Weaver getting torn apart by the beings while screaming: '''I'm Sorry!'''.

It shifted to the perspective of Alex who had his kidneys and lungs ripped out (also worse of all was that ''I flet it''), Alex got better after a being called Baba recreated him as a Marionette-like being, a model used as servants at the Royal house (which was shown to have surivived the whole ordeal). The bad part? One: He'd have to work mindlessly for the Royal House for an unknown number of years. Two: He has a permenant glasow smile and markings on his uniform of what organs he lost. Three: The Marionettes are the ''female'' servant models. He later comes back as Noire a major character in the main arc.

Yeahhhhh. My dreams keep adding on to the storylines to the point where they are perfect anime material. Also to mention that I can feel what the main character feels? Apparently getting electro-shock therapy is more painful than getting your kidneys ripped out.

This troper has dreams that almost always relate to fandoms. Here's one that had to do with ''{{Touhou}}''. I was in an orphanage with my best friends. We were all 12 for some reason. Suddenly, the owner of the orphanage, an awful lady, threw us all in a trailer with blankets on the bottom. There was a small window at the top of one wall. My friend Marissa found a smartphone underneath one of the blankets, and then the car that was driving started. Somehow we all escaped from it while they lady was driving. Marissa lost the cellphone. On the road, we found a small diner. We all went in, and for some reason I had to sit away from my friends. I sat on a barstool-type seat with a spoon in hand. Then we all were in space. I realized we had to go see Mima at the fair to see what we should do! So somehow we all got out of space and walked to the fair. We went into a store, and the owner was suspicious that we had shoplifted something. We got out and finally found Mima's fortunetelling booth. We went in, but she wasn't there. But apparently, there was a door that led to a large play space with free ice cream. All my friends went nuts and got ice cream, but I was too worried that I wouldn't get to see Mima and sort this all out. Then the dream ended...

This Troper has had a boatload of bizarre dreams, but one recent one that messes completely with the mind is truly bizarre. After a rough night, I tried to catch a few z's to make sure that I wouldn't keel over and faint. Cue me waking up about five minutes later to go to the bathroom, and fainting/falling through the floor, not sure which. Woke up outside the bathroom sort of worried that I would have to drive somewhere and would faint in the middle of it. Cue my dad calling and explaining that he'd been called to a press conference and couldn't pick up the daughter of a friend, and asking me to do it. So, I headed out the door, very dizzy, and felt like the roads were too narrow. I managed to get to the conference center, but only found a bunch of people worried about some guy named Mr. Grayson. He seemed like a bigwig, but I fainted before I could meet him, and wound up waking up on my couch. Realizing it had been a dream, I got dressed and headed upstairs, to find my dad home for lunch. He seemed slightly shorter than normal, but I attributed it to dizziness. So, I got ready to head out and run an errand, and fainted again. Finding myself on the couch again. Counting my fingers (in dreams, you'll often have more or fewer than five fingers), I concluded that I was probably awake. reading TV Tropes, I've heard the basic premise of the film Inception, but haven't seen it myself. The whole concept of finding myself in multiple dreams where I think I'm awake, was eerily similar to the concept of the film, though. And to further mess with your heads, after I woke up, I put on the same clothes that I had worn in my dream...

This troper draws comics like this often.