A safe space to tell all about your weird ass dreams
One of my teeth became loose. When I pulled it out, a significant part of my upper jaw came off with it. It fucked up my entire day.
I have dreams like this twice a week at least it’s miserable. For me though my teeth crumble and I’m pulling out the bone and tooth shards. Like broken glass in your mouth.
Yes! This happens to me too a few times a year and it’s terrifying. I dream I’m like spitting little pieces of my broken teeth out onto the ground, or that my teeth are very loose and if I touch them with my tongue it “unseats” them somehow and then I can’t close my mouth properly and I crunch down on the tooth that no longer fits right.
I had a dream that a bear bit me on the shoulder then I got diagnosed with a disease which caused terminal politeness
My mother and grandmother have come to me in dreams since their passing, and usually my dream self is aware that they are no longer with us, and is extra super fighty to wring as much dream time with them as possible before waking up. Sometimes I wake up upset and mournful, other times, I can still feel their hugs and feel all warm and happy. Brains are pretty weird.
To me it just sounds like your subconscious feels like you didn’t take it seriously at the time, remorse as it were
The town was infested with some sort of radioactivity from underground that was hurting people. I had to crawl underground, through these super-tight tunnels deep under the earth with things getting more and more evil as I went, until I was able to track the source of the radioactivity to a giant monster that lived back up on the surface (via the tunnels) in an abandoned barn. I had to fight the monster, but I could fly inside the barn. I ripped its head off, but every time I did, it was just like a big rubbery mask and a new head grew back, until I figured out how to do it fast enough that it wouldn’t have time to pop a new head out. When I did that, the real head came out: Tux the Linux Penguin.
That broke the immersion enough that I woke up, all amped up from adrenaline from fighting the monster.
“I couldn’t help it. It just popped in there … I tried to think of the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood, something that could never, ever possibly destroy us…” 🐧
Someone’s put a fork bomb in their .bashrc and you were summoned to fix it on a running system.
Naturally, the operator called in the operating-system developers. They found the bandit ghost jobs running, and X’ed them… and were once again surprised. When Robin Hood was X’ed, the following sequence of events took place:
!X id1
id1: Friar Tuck... I am under attack! Pray save me! (Robin Hood)
id1: Off (aborted)
id2: Fear not, friend Robin! I shall rout the Sheriff of Nottingham's men!
id3: Thank you, my good fellow! (Robin)
Each ghost-job would detect the fact that the other had been killed, and would start a new copy of the recently-slain program within a few milliseconds. The only way to kill both ghosts was to kill them simultaneously (very difficult) or to deliberately crash the system.
Finally, the system programmers did the latter… only to find that the bandits appeared once again when the system rebooted!
Went to a foreign country for vacation and bought a whole-ass bale of hay. Most of the dream was me trying to smuggle it home through customs.
