Weirdest:
The leprechaun from lucky charms was trying to sabotage my hot air balloon with a knife because of his philosophy or something, I forget. I was pretty mad at him, but I realized it was a dream and knew that if I felt in control, it would turn out well. I also knew that if I felt fear or that I might lose control of the situation, things would go badly.
Scariest:
A scary thought:
What if we are tormented every night by horrific dreams beyond conscious imagination, and these dreams are suppressed (almost fully) when we are conscious? (Perhaps a type of mental defense)
I remember just one thing from what I suspect was among the worst dreams I've had. It was a demonic looking Minotaur, and when I say demonic I mean the most evil looking type of Minotaur. I could see the intent on its face, it was pure evil, over 100 times the severity of when you're walking down a dark street and you get watched by some guy you know is up to no good. When you see something like that you never forget the feeling.
One was where I threw a potato at a horse and it exploded.
Someone please become a CGI artist and animate that.
The one wherein I'm randomly a Lumber Mill Worker or something and I legit take time getting ready for work like 'every other day' and then when I'm talking to my Co-workers about some stupid joke or some shit they all stare in horror and I turn around and I've cut off my hands and I see them roll into the machine and I fucking look at my stumps and scream and scream and no one's doing anything but staring silently and I can feel warm blood everywhere but I can't see it except for my sleeves and it won't stop and I run towards the stop button in the hallway because I can still see my mangled hands and I think I can save them and trip and fall on them and scream harder because it's like I can still feel my hands and I just start screaming louder and louder until I'm deaf and everything is like it's in the corner of my eyes and the person on the intercom is just speaking in this low unintelligible drone and then I wake up sobbing.
Me almost having a sex dream
IRL:
I had just learned about lucid dreaming and started researching it. After awhile, I talked to some people and I remember someone told me that a good trick was to stare at your hand to realize you're dreaming.
Dream:
For whatever reason, that had somehow gotten inside my dream without me knowing. I didn't go to sleep at night going "look at your hand, look at your hand". In my dream, once I had started starting at my hand, I soon realized that I was dreaming. I'm almost certain however that I was only lucid long enough to put my dream in a certain direction. I suppose I wanted to dream of sex because I ended up in a woman's room, or rather chamber. It seemed that this whole place was a castle and that I was in the princess's chamber. We started kissing each other and as soon as I got to her neck, she dies. Still wanting to have sex, I take her body out of the room into this big hallway and a maid see's me and starts yelling at me. That's when I woke up.
Me sorta having a sex dream
IRL: I think this dream was right around when this girl had asked me out. I told I wasn't looking for a relationship, and life moved on.
Dream: From what I can remember, I was at my Great Grandfather's house. For some odd reason though, it wasn't exactly his house. His backyard was gigantic compared to his real yard. Anyways, on one side of the yard, there was this huge tower that contained all of my Great Grandfather's memories, such as WW2 (which he served in) and a bunch of other stuff that happened throughout his life. Out of nowhere, this other old man comes down the stairs and starts doing a hand stand. Turns out, this guys wasn't wearing anything underneath ._. Once we step back out of the tower, two rockets shoot over our heads and hit the house.
Suddenly, the whole yard turns into a really large life boat. We end up being in the middle of a battle between some ships father out in the ocean and a military base on land. In my dream, it was really intense, scary like really, and I was certain we were all going to die. The girl who had asked me out was in the life boat and she brought up the fact that if we were going to die, we might as well experience sex. I was all for the idea, so I took off my pants with my underwear still on and started to do it. During this, the "war" turns out to be over and we're all safe and such. It was at this time that I realized that I didn't want to fully have sex with this girl, so I began to go a lot faster so that I would release before I took off my underwear.