Weirdest dream ever - just woke up

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hey i can share my latest wacky one......

my dad has weird dreams all the time and almost all are either gun or dog related (sometimes both) and the dog ones are usually nightmares with something horrible happening to one of our dogs.

but about two mouths ago i had a doozy. i don't usually really remember dreams, but i've been getting more latly. anyway...

i was walking around this old fasioned town late at night (cobble stone streets and gas lights) and i was down in this allyway under a bridge when someone said watch out for a tiger.... i look over and i see this siberian tiger stalking about :uhoh: (btw, this was long before that whole tiger incedent at the zoo) so i run, but its following me, and i end up in this pasageway that leads to my room (exsept it wasn't My room) and i try to lock the tiger up, but there is a whole in the wall and the door and latch are really flimsy... so i am out in my room and the tiger is comeing and i am trying to shoo the dogs out and get my revolver, but i only just get the dogs out the door and the tiger is there so i run throught the door exsept this really is my bedroom door which is also flimsy and has no lock and try to hold the badroom door shut and i'm yelling at the dogs to run :cuss: (and they're just milling about the front door) and wishing like hell i had grabbed the revolver :banghead: (i had gone for the dogs cause i figured the revolver wouldn't do the job and i needed to get to dads room and get the shotgun)....... then i woke up.
sad part is that my dogs really would have been that stupid.... :rolleyes:
 
wow...well here is mine. about a year ago i wag mugged and stabbed in the liver in downtown Huntington, West Virginia, it was pretty bad, after the guy stabbed me it hit the ground and went out. I came two a little bit later (I'm not sure how long I was out) and started crawling back to my sisters apartment, it seemed to take for ever but i finally collapsed on the steps to her building. when I regained consciousness i was being picked up by her land lord (HUGE biker type guy, also gay but he saved my life so he is fine by me) he packed me upstairs to my sisters apartment and called an ambulance, I lost consciousness again. NOTE: THIS IS WHERE THE DREAM STARTS. I dreamed that i was riding a dinosaur (a raptor in full battle gear) in some sort of militia, i wasnt sure what we were doing. the dinosaur stopped and handed me an ak-47, and told me to kill em all. Right after getting the Kalashnikov tons of aliens (like from the movie ALIENS) started pouring out of the wood work so i opened fire. thats all i got before waking up with and EXTREMELY HORRIBLE burning in my chest. The burning pain was a defibrillator. many more super retarded dreams followed in the accompanying days in the hospital.
 
I dreamt that I was a samurai in pre-Meiji Japan and ambushed at a bridge by seven assailants. :eek: The next thing I knew I was dead but very pleased with myself for killing most of them first. :) Funny, but I don't remember the fatal fight itself. Talk about being short changed. :mad:
 
I don't know if this counts, but they gave me some kind of IV when I got my wisdom teeth cut out. When we were leaving I remember walking out. The only thing is I was walking down a dark tunnel. I was walking like normal with no help. The next thing I remember was getting in my dad's car and waking up on the couch. Or so I thought.

It turns out I had a woman nurse on each side to help me walk to the car and I was taking really small, slow granny steps. Not to mention I was putting my head on the nurses shoulders telling them how much I loved them. I took forever to get me in the car and then we had to go get a prescription, then home. I don't remember that though.

Same here. Except I wasn't helping the nurses by taking even baby steps (the tops of my feet were dragging), and I was chastising the nurses dragging me the entire time, saying, "See? I told you I could walk on my own." Then I refused to keep any gauze in my mouth, making a horrible mess of the car and my bedsheets. In my defense though, I thought the gauze was gagging me, when in reality, it was a numb uvula.

I have a tough time with dreams where I'm in a situation where I need to use a firearm, and it either wont fire, or keeps firing squib loads.
 
I had a dream once that some Hannibal Lecter like guy was trying to kill me.

Then I said "Hey, wait a second, this is *my* dream! I want an AK-74!"

And (pop) I had one in my hands. He didn't last long after that.
 
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