I'd like to share some of my strange dreams

 

I’m not typically one to remember my dreams after waking up. Every now and then though, some dream comes along that just defies everything and becomes truly memorable but not because they were great but because they were odd. I’d like to share three specific dreams that I’ve had in the past couple of days.

 

Dream number one: Video game related

 

I’m inside Red Dead Redemption, playing John Marston, I’m rolling with a posse through this empty farm. Till I slowly turn my head and from behind this huge barn house erupts this HUGE building sized radscorpion! It breaks through the building and begins chasing me. I run away for dear life. I jump over this fence and the dream ends.

 

Dream number two: Job related

 

I’ve been jobless for 8 months now, but I’ve had dreams in which I am repeating the same mistakes and problems I’ve had when I did have a job. They tend to revolve around me rushing to get dressed for work as I’m running late. So this dream I was at school, and I’m running from one side of school to the other, trying to get ready to go to work. “I need to take a shower, run over to the Student union.” I need to brush my teeth, go over to the art building.” Eventually I get a call from my manager and he’s really pissed, but his voice is like that of an evil madman from action movies. Dream ends.

 

Dream number three: Brothel related.

 

I’m in a car with this British guy, whose Youtube videos I watch all the time. I’ve traveled to England for the first time, and he’s taking me to a hotel. I guess we’re friends in this dream? I don’t know, I’ve never even thought about contacting him in real life.

Anyway, we pull up to these shops and I notice this huge building that’s called “Prostitute Academy,” or something like that. I point to it and begin laughing at how silly such a thing is. He pulls into the parking lot and we walk in. He goes to their front desk and I wander around, apparently in the same building is another counter where you can order food. Naturally I never question why we’re here, so I gaze around and there’s this vending machine for comics. Why? Maybe because I make comics??? Again, I don’t know.

The front desk calls my name and I go to it, and my British friend is now gone. Apparently he wanted me to experience British lifestyle by ordering me a prostitute. What a guy… but this prostitute was some old scrawny lady reaching her 70s. She gives me a half-hug and asked if I was okay with her being as old as she was. I was being polite and said, “Uh, yeah…sure, it’s okay…I guess.” She takes me through this door into this huge room which I guess is a waiting room of sorts as random people are sitting around in these booths similar to a Dennys, but no tables and no one’s eating, then she takes me through another room which is like a locker room. I’m nervous as all hell because I’m a virgin and I never wanted my first time to be with some prostitute, let alone a 70 year old one. I curse my friend under my breath for making me go through this, but I man up and begin thinking, this won’t be so bad.

Then we go through the main room, and rather it being a private intimate room, it’s like a bath house with long rows of tables, with people having sex on them, all neatly packed on individual tables. Each six foot of space is reserved for each couple. And there’s dozens of people hear, apparently I’m just supposed to hop up on this table and go to town with another couple having sex a foot away from me. I lie and tell her that I need to go to the locker room to disrobe, so I left her there and walked out of the building, but not before I get a refund from the front desk.

It’s here where I don’t immediately wake up but rather I very slowly wake, my whole body felt weird. I guess I was able to take hold of my dream and I decided that I wanted to confront my friend who was grabbing a snack at a café next door. I grab him and throw him against the car and tell him that he can’t pull tricks on me like that, that there our boundaries that are to be enforced. And that’s when I woke up. Weird. 

I don’t really know what to make of these dreams, sure I guess that the first dream means that I play too many games, and the second dream means that I still feel guilty from all the mistakes I made when I had a job, but what about the third dream? I guess if I had to take a stab at it, I suppose it means that I feel pressured into sex, which I don’t know is really true. Even then, why the hell was it the British dude from Youtube that did it?

Again, I don’t know, dream 2 and dream 3 all happened last night. Maybe I should write down my dreams for future research. Maybe there’s some meaning behind them or maybe not…

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Posted by Bones8677

 

I’m not typically one to remember my dreams after waking up. Every now and then though, some dream comes along that just defies everything and becomes truly memorable but not because they were great but because they were odd. I’d like to share three specific dreams that I’ve had in the past couple of days.

 

Dream number one: Video game related

 

I’m inside Red Dead Redemption, playing John Marston, I’m rolling with a posse through this empty farm. Till I slowly turn my head and from behind this huge barn house erupts this HUGE building sized radscorpion! It breaks through the building and begins chasing me. I run away for dear life. I jump over this fence and the dream ends.

 

Dream number two: Job related

 

I’ve been jobless for 8 months now, but I’ve had dreams in which I am repeating the same mistakes and problems I’ve had when I did have a job. They tend to revolve around me rushing to get dressed for work as I’m running late. So this dream I was at school, and I’m running from one side of school to the other, trying to get ready to go to work. “I need to take a shower, run over to the Student union.” I need to brush my teeth, go over to the art building.” Eventually I get a call from my manager and he’s really pissed, but his voice is like that of an evil madman from action movies. Dream ends.

 

Dream number three: Brothel related.

 

I’m in a car with this British guy, whose Youtube videos I watch all the time. I’ve traveled to England for the first time, and he’s taking me to a hotel. I guess we’re friends in this dream? I don’t know, I’ve never even thought about contacting him in real life.

Anyway, we pull up to these shops and I notice this huge building that’s called “Prostitute Academy,” or something like that. I point to it and begin laughing at how silly such a thing is. He pulls into the parking lot and we walk in. He goes to their front desk and I wander around, apparently in the same building is another counter where you can order food. Naturally I never question why we’re here, so I gaze around and there’s this vending machine for comics. Why? Maybe because I make comics??? Again, I don’t know.

The front desk calls my name and I go to it, and my British friend is now gone. Apparently he wanted me to experience British lifestyle by ordering me a prostitute. What a guy… but this prostitute was some old scrawny lady reaching her 70s. She gives me a half-hug and asked if I was okay with her being as old as she was. I was being polite and said, “Uh, yeah…sure, it’s okay…I guess.” She takes me through this door into this huge room which I guess is a waiting room of sorts as random people are sitting around in these booths similar to a Dennys, but no tables and no one’s eating, then she takes me through another room which is like a locker room. I’m nervous as all hell because I’m a virgin and I never wanted my first time to be with some prostitute, let alone a 70 year old one. I curse my friend under my breath for making me go through this, but I man up and begin thinking, this won’t be so bad.

Then we go through the main room, and rather it being a private intimate room, it’s like a bath house with long rows of tables, with people having sex on them, all neatly packed on individual tables. Each six foot of space is reserved for each couple. And there’s dozens of people hear, apparently I’m just supposed to hop up on this table and go to town with another couple having sex a foot away from me. I lie and tell her that I need to go to the locker room to disrobe, so I left her there and walked out of the building, but not before I get a refund from the front desk.

It’s here where I don’t immediately wake up but rather I very slowly wake, my whole body felt weird. I guess I was able to take hold of my dream and I decided that I wanted to confront my friend who was grabbing a snack at a café next door. I grab him and throw him against the car and tell him that he can’t pull tricks on me like that, that there our boundaries that are to be enforced. And that’s when I woke up. Weird. 

I don’t really know what to make of these dreams, sure I guess that the first dream means that I play too many games, and the second dream means that I still feel guilty from all the mistakes I made when I had a job, but what about the third dream? I guess if I had to take a stab at it, I suppose it means that I feel pressured into sex, which I don’t know is really true. Even then, why the hell was it the British dude from Youtube that did it?

Again, I don’t know, dream 2 and dream 3 all happened last night. Maybe I should write down my dreams for future research. Maybe there’s some meaning behind them or maybe not…

Posted by jonnyboy

I forbid you to date my daughter.

Posted by ShockD

I've also been in a Rockstar game. 'twas GTA: Vice City and the period when I played it 24/7 (which explains why I dreamed of it).

Posted by Bones8677
@jonnyboy: Hehe well I wasn't expecting that kind of a response.
Edited by MikkaQ

Recently I dreamed that I was wearing my red "Ciao Bella" shirt (written in the Coka-Cola logo font), that was gifted to me by people who went to italy. Anyway, everyone in the dang world was convinced I was italian, and thus able to speak italian, and would flat out refuse to speak to me in any other language. It was bizzarre and confusing. Odd because other than the copious amounts of pasta I consume, I give very little thought to italy, or the italian language.  
 
So yeah, I dunno man. Dreams are pretty fucked. 

Posted by NekuSakuraba
@Bones8677: Who was the Youtuber?
Posted by HitmanAgent47

It's not difficult really, dreams are just stuff you haven't processed at the back of your mind conciously. You play too many videogames, your jobless and you don't get any pussy if I was to decipher the dream. It's not a strange dream, it seems rather common and it's better than getting dreams about demons or sleep paraylisis or nightmares.

Posted by DrPockets000

I dreamed that me and this other guy were hunting each other with machetes through an industrial area.

Posted by Emilio
@Bones8677:  
Thank you for sharing your dreams with us. 
 
I remember yesterday about this dream I once had. It was something like entering a big shopping mall, and then going inside this weird antique book store (think of that antiques shop from Dead Rising, just filled with books). I remember it was owned by some Arabic guy, and I remember he had his daughter and wife working with him. I was there because I was looking for this old book, and it was just so weird. 
 
I remember opening a book up, and seeing an ancient drawing. It was like old fancy text, and this knight with a red satin bookmark with gold tassle holding the page.
Posted by gla55jAw

Dreams are crazy sometimes. I think I'm going to start writing down my dreams after I have them. I love the ones where you are with someone that is completely made up, that you've never seen before. So strange.

Posted by InfamousBIG
@Bones8677: Undead Radscorpions in the new DLC for Red Dead.  Change your dreams dude.