For my 100th post, I thought it'd be cool to make an attempt at an interesting topic.
What are some of the weirdest, scariest, or stupidest dreams you've ever had?
Last night's took the cake for me, I think. I dreamt I shot and killed four people and felt no remorse for it, and was going to an insane asylum/jail for three years. I kept thinking to myself "Why did I go and do that? I'm not the kind of person who does these things." Then a cop asked me what my motive was and I said "I've never killed somebody before, I wanted to see what it was like."
I remember talking to my cousin in my dream too, and saying "This is a dream. I'm dreaming, right?" and she was like "Nope. You're not." Then I got really upset because I was convinced I was a convicted killer and I was going to jail for three whole years. Couldn't stop thinking about how the families of those people would hate me for the rest of their/my lives/life. I also recall hoping the case would be low key, but it was all over the media, of course. After all, I'd walked into a downtown building and gunned down four people.
I'm going to have to call my cousin and tell her she's a big fat liar. IT WAS SO A DREAM!

I woke up and thought "What the hell? Oh cool, I'm not going to jail. If I was, I'd have been going for longer than three years. Stupid brain."
I don't know what possessed me to dream something like that. Needless to say, I was really happy to wake up this morning.
What are some of the weirdest, scariest, or stupidest dreams you've ever had?
Last night's took the cake for me, I think. I dreamt I shot and killed four people and felt no remorse for it, and was going to an insane asylum/jail for three years. I kept thinking to myself "Why did I go and do that? I'm not the kind of person who does these things." Then a cop asked me what my motive was and I said "I've never killed somebody before, I wanted to see what it was like."
I remember talking to my cousin in my dream too, and saying "This is a dream. I'm dreaming, right?" and she was like "Nope. You're not." Then I got really upset because I was convinced I was a convicted killer and I was going to jail for three whole years. Couldn't stop thinking about how the families of those people would hate me for the rest of their/my lives/life. I also recall hoping the case would be low key, but it was all over the media, of course. After all, I'd walked into a downtown building and gunned down four people.
I'm going to have to call my cousin and tell her she's a big fat liar. IT WAS SO A DREAM!
I woke up and thought "What the hell? Oh cool, I'm not going to jail. If I was, I'd have been going for longer than three years. Stupid brain."
I don't know what possessed me to dream something like that. Needless to say, I was really happy to wake up this morning.



I remember a recurring nightmare I had as a kid, I was in a black and white movie set, and monsters were seated in benches, deliberating what to do with the "nosy boy".


Comment