List of Weird Dreams

The following dreams are documentations made by their dreamers. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, creatures, creations, thingmajigs, whatzits and incidents in these dreams are either the product of the dreamers imagination or used in a superfluous manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Quincy's Dreams

Strange sign

"Go on tours of underground trash dumps- search through forest for phone playing alarm- find cottage with sign 'zero dead, zero wandering, 35 yummy'"

Why is Aiden so fucked up?

"More than once have I dreamt of Aiden, and every time its this fucked up version of him. He's missing all his hair, he's pale as a ghost, always paranoid, and traumatized by his brother named 'DiZo' which is like an abbreviation of his full name I cant remember. He's also extremely suicidal??? Like I turned around for two seconds and he hung himself in my dream. But because it was dream logic I just said 'Aiden.. don't do that' and he teleported back to the floor. This proceeded to happen another two times until I woke up."

Elliotts Nuclear Warfare

"Had a dream where elliott produced criticality with a chunk of plutonium then refused to turn it off because it “wasnt that dangerous” and then I tried to shut it off with a robot but had to go in and just use my hand and when I came back my face looked like it had aged 40 years"

Blue Moose

"I just had a a dream about hero shooter(?) that functioned more like a roguelike. You could bring about 7 people with you, and you could switch to a new one if one of them died. The gameplay was extremely varied, ranging from just taking place over the course of a real life week in real life hawaii, or a misson where you had to help a moose move homes, but he didn't have a home, he was just standing on the roof of a 10 story gingerbread house that was life sized, and the game only lasted a few minutes. The only characters I could remember were grandma with aviator hat, extremely old grandma, and blue moose who only has the from half of his torso and has to crawl around using his front legs. He also passively generates moose drumsticks."

The Most Fantastical Dream I Ever Had

"It begins with me and a bunch of friends (none of notable description) riding in a flying car through tight alleyways in the streets of some futuristic town. This car is old looking, like somebody took an old station wagon and slapped a machine in the center to make it fly (which they did). I know that there's someone chasing us.. of course, our rival group, aka our bullies.

This goes on for a short while, until something blows in our cars flying component, and we have to land. I say that I'm going to go find replacement part. Where do you find those parts? I don't know, but I go to the library, along with a few friends. While we're searching for parts, I see this painting, and as I look into this painting, I trip, and fall through it. Immediately I'm transported to a somewhat smaller mirror dimension of the library, but it's in greyscale, and you can see sort of an x-ray version of the building through the walls. This was amazing, but as I'm looking for parts, I see the bullies headed into the painting as well. So I hide. As I'm hiding, I watch as the painting on the wall slowly changed to a different world, this one a bright pink. Suddenly, the bullies find me, so I run around the library, back into the painting room, and dive through (may I tell you right now, there is no greater feeling in the world than jumping through a painting to a new dimension). I had escaped the bullies, but now I was far from my home world. Thus began the great world hopping campaign to get back home.

My dream skipped over every single time I went through a new painting, but I do remember a few things, most notably, that nearly every new world had the same picture of this woman, who looked like she was from the 1920's. holding a parasol and standing in front of the worlds fair.

Eventually, I fall through a painting and arrive in... my grandparents house? Except it's dark, like pitched dark, and there is no color. Everything is monotone, sort of yellowy, as if it was under a very dim low pressure sodium lamp. Additionally, I had a flashlight, it was almost like a cheap horror game. I made my way through my grandparents house, before reaching their bedroom, and there she was: the woman with the parasol. She looked kind, and I had a feeling she knew everything about me. She only said one thing: "do not go into the darkness" and then I left.

Fast forward another several hundred hops at least (I know that I had to go through each hop in my dream, but I've forgotten what they were like) and I go through one painting and something new happens. As I jump through it, a sort of cutscene plays, I'm flying through the air, with a red-orange gradient background, and a spider verse, comic book style cutout vignette around me. I'm holding my arm out, and from it, this girl with pink hair and a spikey rock guitar sort of grows out of midair (specifically like the scene in Pootis Engage Extreme when blue heavy regrows after being destroyed).

Suddenly we fall from the cutscene onto the most beautiful planet I've ever seen. We're running barefoot through this cold, wet grass on this tiny world, and she's pulling me along and laughing. The people who live here- I never see them, but I can tell they've integrated their technology with nature. Hidden in the grassy hills are machines, like sensor arrays, which I couldn't even guess their purpose. As we run, the grass suddenly parts, like two large trapdoors, and a futuristic spaceship almost silently rushes out from underground, just a few meters from us.

In front of us, I can see some sort of rocky moon, its surface is riddles with little gold a purple spots, and small cracks. the majority of its surface is grey, a similar color to our moon. The moon is probably less than a kilometer or so from the planet. She starts to speed up, and we jump from the planet to the moon. As we're falling through space towards the moon, I get a better look at it. There's what looks like a column of smoke, though it has structure to it, I truly couldn't accurately describe it to you. It was so unique. What you must know is that at it's base, a black smoke seemed to bubble into existence, and it accelerates upwards, gaining speed for as far as I can see, into infinity. the smoke trails a bit, as to indicate that the smokey column moves over the surface of the moon.

I recognize this column as another painting, just in a different form. As we land on the moon, I see it's lifeless. There are some strange formations of smoke- these black balls of it, which are maybe two meters in diamater. They form on the surface spontaneously, before a white light seems to glow from the inside, and they fragment away, Over and over again. Maybe this column is the first painting. Maybe these are the people who started this whole thing. Did they punch a hole through reality? Did it destroy this moon?

Unfortunately, I never got this answered. My new friend approached the column, beckoning me in, and she enters the smoke. I remember what the woman with the parasol told me, and I grab her hand. The smoke parts around us, and I can see the inside of the column is a brilliant purple smoke. The parted smoke forms a dense cluster of orange eyes on it's surface. I can hear voices whispering to me. I tell her: This is the darkness! This is a bad place! We can't go in it!

She looked at me, tears coming down her face. She looked so disappointed.

It was then that the dream ended, and I woke up."

Instant Increase in Mass Jumpscare

"I see my dad outside with about 4 identical stuffed animals all lines up on a scale

Its nighttime and he has a light out. He seems to be putting the light on them, moving it away, and quickly moving it back. Seeming kinda confused. He brings out his phone. My view cuts from inside the house to the phone view as he begins to take a video

You can see the weight on the scale. He says “okay so look. It's about 2.0kg. But when I turn the light off-“ at this point, the video goes slow motion. For about 2 frames you can see the weight rabidly@increase to 9.0 and then 10.0kg. Then, everything goes blurry. In an instant my dad and the camera is thrown back a few feet, and one of the stuffed animals is now slumped on the ground. The coilhead boing sound can be heard."

Dream fragments

• "Floating black charred skeleton in desert"
• "Sign in the forest that says '0 dead, 0 wandering, 7 yummy'"