Dreaming with Special Effects

The X-Men are my favorite band of superheroes, and I have had a surprising number of dreams involving them over the years, but one of them stands out more than others because of the cinematography and soundtrack.

I was in the woods with Wolverine, and we were running from someone. He doubled back and managed to evade capture, but they were on me. I ran from them and eventually was able to leap and climb onto the top of a tree stump that probably stood 10 feet tall. I briefly mocked them before I realized that they, too, were beginning to leap high enough to reach the edge and that it would only be a matter of time before they were able to get to me.

So, I stood on one side of the wide stump and with just one stride, jumped into the air toward another higher stump that was at least 10 feet away. As I soared through the air, the camera zoomed back and I was able to see myself flying in slow motion as epic music played. As I flew through the air, my body twisted and I transformed into a beautiful big cat.

I landed gracefully on the other tree stump in time to watch my enemies successfully mount the other one and in their confusion, I was able to slip back down to the ground and evade them. Although I can remember other dreams in which I was able to see myself, I don't remember any others that also went in slow motion and had amazing music that fit the moment perfectly.

If this happened in all of my dreams.... I would be thrilled beyond belief.

Thanks to Melody Joy of www.3spotblog.blogspot.com for submitting this dream!

Flying with the X-Men (My First Lucid Dream)

I believe this was my first lucid dream. If not the first, it was certainly one of the earliest. At that time, I was super into the X-Men (ok.... I still am....) and dreamed about them quite frequently. In this particular dream, I was with Cyclops, Storm, and Rogue in a dark alley, preparing to fight some enemies.

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I told Cyclops that I wanted to fly and declared that I could fly, so as the enemies arrived, I ran at a parked car and jumped onto the hood. I bounced gracefully off of the windshield, launching myself in the opposite direction where I did indeed begin to fly. I don't really remember any more of the dream, but I do remember there was a battle that commenced.



Thanks to Melody Joy of www.3spotblog.blogspot.com for submitting this dream!

One Liners - Collection of Dream Anecdotes

I had a dream that I got high with a friend and then stole a whole bunch of newspapers.


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Last night I dreamed I was driving on a jet ski. I crashed but was able to swim to an island but once on the island I realized was surrounded by sharks! I was stuck on the island with no way off and no way to get help. That is one of those dreams you are relieved to wake up from!


Thanks to Eric Taylor for submitting this dream!

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I dreamed I met my cousin 3 years before she was born.


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I had a dream that occurred about a week after my cat Evita died. My husband was letting the cats in from outside (even though they are indoor cats), and as they filed in one at a time like they had done it a million times, I waited and wondered if Evita would come in as well. She did come in, trailing behind the others.


Thanks to Candy Cary for submitting this dream!

Steven King's Dark Man (from The Stand)

I've recently been reading The Stand by Steven King. In it, the evil forces are led by a character known as the Dark Man, who appears in the dreams of the survivors of the plague. He appears as a faceless dark figure that follows and intends to harm the survivors. After several days of extensively reading this book, he made an appearance in my own dreams.

In the dream, myself and one of my best friends were in some old barns that felt abandoned, but at the same time, there was a street right outside that looked like the downtown area of a city. In one of the buildings, we became aware of the Dark Man, but only knew there was someone after us. We were terrified but had no proof that someone was actually after us or that there was even anyone there.

We went to a kitchen area and took out two large knives that might as well have been daggers. Then, we went into the barn-like room where we believed the Dark Man to be. For some reason, I hung my backpack in a small room to one side and then set my knife on top of it so I would know where it was. She also set her knife somewhere, and then we went back to the other building we had been in.

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Realizing that we had left not one but two knives in an area where we believed there to have been a dangerous killer, we had to go back without any weapons. Sure enough, both knives had vanished in the very short time we had been out of the barn. I'm not sure where she went, but I began to walk toward the back of the barn.

To get there, I had to walk past an area that reminded me of a jewelry kiosk at a mall. There were the glass display cases set in a square with a space open for someone to walk into. As I approached it, I saw the Dark Man crouching behind it, ready to grab me as I passed the opening to the kiosk. Somehow, I was certain that being caught was inevitable and wondered if I should just allow him to catch me and see how it all ended.

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Then I became lucid. I realized that this whole thing was a dream and I could escape. But before I woke myself up, I also realized that I didn't want it to end like this, with my fate in the balance. I froze in that moment of lucidity for a long moment, deciding how I wanted this to end.

I asked my friend to call the police, and vowed to remain there in the spot until they arrived. And since the street was right there beyond the big barn doors, if the Dark Man tried anything, I would run out onto the street and be safe, because I knew the street was close enough to get to before he got to me. Only once I had played out both scenarios and knew I would be safe was I able to wake up from the dream and easily slip back to sleep, knowing that logic had won the day.

Cat Killer

When I was 8 or 9 or so I found an adult red tabby tom cat under our deck. The cat was in bad shape, clearly a stray most - if not all - of it's life. It had been hit by a car, had lacerations galore, and a broken leg. Normally feral cats like that are quite shy of humans but perhaps at this point the cat was in so much pain it was suicidal or at least didn't care what I did to it. I wanted to adopt the cat but my dad thought it should just be put to sleep. I got my sister and mom on my side AND the vet, who was a family friend. So we had the cat patched up and got its parasites taken care of.

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I named the cat "Thomas." Not Tom, he was a very formal cat. My mother decided for whatever reason he religion was "Catlick" which nearly caused me to rudely laugh at an Italian immigrant neighbor when he told me HE was "Catlick"!

The cat lived with us several more years and turned out to be quite handy. Soon after he got healthy, construction began behind house. Our house, along with all the other houses on our block, were invaded by thousands of field mice! Thomas turned out to be an amazing mouser and kept the pests out of our house. We even rented him out to the house next door! This part was real but is required to understand the devastation this dream caused me.

A few nights after I had found the cat I dreamed my dad had changed his mind about keeping the cat. He told me that it was my job to put the cat down and he gave me a huge nail (he had a large collection of nails of all sizes that fascinated me when I was little). I then had to stab the cat to death with the nail, which I did.

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For YEARS (well into my 20's!), I felt a terrible guilt for the act even though it was just a dream. To me it had been quite real. The really inexplicable thing is my dad has always been kind and loving. He never drank or smoked, and he never EVER raised a hand to ANYONE in anger as far as I know. To this day (I'm 45 now so I dreamed this over 35 years ago!) I have no idea why I dreamed my dad doing such a horrible thing.


Thanks to Eric Taylor for submitting this dream!

The Horse Vampire

I used to work at a camp where I took care of horses. Once while giving some medication, I got hit in the mouth with a big nose and busted the inside of my lower lip with my tooth. It wasn't bad, but it did bleed and all off my food was tainted with the taste of blood for several weeks. One night following the days after the initial incident, I had a dream.

One of the horses was sick, so I had the vet come out. I remember in the dream knowing I was a vampire and therefore was careful to stay inside the barn and out of the light that came in from the open doors. I helped the vet draw blood from the neck vein of the sick horse, and then she handed me the small bag that she had filled with blood.

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Even knowing that I was supposed to be putting the blood somewhere for her to take and test, I couldn't resist and started sucking the blood out of the bag back through the opening. I distinctly remember the taste of the blood in the dream and how much I enjoyed it's rich, salty taste.

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When I woke up, I was still sucking on my injured lip.



Thanks to Melody Joy of 3 Spot Blog for submitting this dream!

Barrel Rooms and Closed-Door Parties

Here is a dream I had as a young child of 8 or 9 years old.

I had been invited to a birthday party. Most of my class in 2nd or 3rd grade were also invited. As I entered the door, the first room was a huge barrel. There were doors that led to other parts of the house. Everyone but one boy and I did not make it into the "party" room before the door closed and the barrel room began to slowly roll as if on a rotissere. All night long the barrel turned and I had to hold on to furniture that was fastened to the floor. The furniture was made of wood that matched the barrel wood. Finally, morning came and out came all the party folks from the room.

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I don't know if I woke up dizzy or not, but I sure was in my dream. It also makes me wonder if I felt like I didn't fit in with all the other students in my class.


Thanks to Candy Cary for submitting this dream!

Super Saiyan Lucid Flying Dream

I have a bunch of dreams that I remember. Many of them being partially-lucid and flying dreams. For this one I don't remember a lot, but I do remember flying.

After I realized I was dreaming, I tried and succeeded in transforming into a Super Saiyan like in DBZ. My hair spiked up and yellow/gold energy was flowing from me.

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I then started flying around in a grassy plains kind of area. Flying up ,down, all around and doing tricks and stuff. I then started flying down a road (like 6ft above the pavement and following it) and ended up at a broken bridge with jagged rocks in a dry river bed below. The bridge and rocks were all a light brown and dark grey and the sky beyond the bridge was dark grey as well. I looked at the rocks and bridge, said "nope," and turned around and flew in the other direction.

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I flew into a town and stopped at a restaurant. I then woke up before I could look at a menu.



Thanks to Levi D. Rowe for submitting this dream!

Drifting Underwater - Confessions of a One-Time Bedwetter

I never had a problem wetting the bed.

Growing up, my parents were on a bowling league, and they would take me and my brothers with them to the bowling alley where we played in a waiting room while they bowled. Many of our aunts and uncles also bowled, so we got to play with our cousins every week. It was awesome.

One night when I was around seven or eight, I had a dream that we were playing in that waiting room (which we called the "play room" and suspected was just for us). Then, the room suddenly started filling with water. After just a few seconds, the water reached the ceiling, and there were people and objects just floating in the silence of the water.

I don't remember much more of that dream now, but I remember there was a baby, and I was trying to save the baby, but I couldn't get to her or maybe she had disappeared when I got closer. At any rate, I remember drifting in the warmth of that water, wondering if I would die if I couldn't reach the surface, and deciding to empty my bladder.

I awoke shortly after this and discovered that I had wet the bed. Old enough to be fully embarrassed by this, I hid it from my parents, and nearly 20 years later still have not told them about it.


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Thank you to Melody Joy from 3 Spot Blog for contributing this dream!

Screwing Your Mom - Weird Dream From Adolescence ***MATURE CONTENT***

I was never sexually molested as a child and I've never been sexually attracted to my mother but when I was 13 or 14 I dreamed that for some reason I had to have intercourse with my mother. To avoid incest I had to detach my penis and use it like a dildo. I did this by unscrewing it like you would remove a dresser handle.

I woke up before the act was carried out (thank God) but I still remember removing my penis quite clearly. As I've said, I've never been molested, attracted to my mother, nor have I ever had transsexual feelings.




Thanks to the anonymous reader who sent us this dream!

Paternal Filicide - A Nightmare

We’re in a car being driven through a desert. It’s my two brothers and I, and dad is driving. We’re going fast like a freight train. I’m aware, but my brothers look unaware. But dad, he’s a driven, possessed even. Who knows? Then I feel a drop in my stomach. Dad has driven the car off a cliff. On purpose. He was driven. They were lost. I was aware and then I was awake.

This dream was kind of terrible.


Thank you to expressway2yrskull who submitted this dream to us via tumblr!

Preschooler Night at the Museum?

I was trying to get a group of preschoolers from an outdoor park to a room in a museum. I got separated from them but knew they were ok with someone else. I got lost/sidetracked in an old 1935ish convalescent hospital with sticky, wet, urine-covered floors. But I knew everything would be fine - I just got through it and found my preschool group again and carried on...


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The Theft of the Police Car

I dreamed once that I stole a police car. I was driving around and it came to me that the police may not be happy that I took their car. I started to worry that I'd be in trouble and I was trying to figure out how to return the car without getting in trouble.

I don't steal things when I'm awake, not because I'm afraid of getting in trouble, but because I hate to have MY stuff stolen. In the dream, before I took the car I didn't even think it would be wrong or illegal. I just took it. Only after taking it did I think it might get me in trouble. For me it was a very upsetting dream.


Thanks to Eric Taylor for submitting this dream.

Drowning Dream that Followed Me Into Reality

I took a nap yesterday. When I woke up, I laid in bed and tried to convince myself to get up and do something, but it was a Sunday afternoon and that always makes it hard to do anything productive. As I tried to convince myself to get up, I fell back asleep and into a dream.

There was a man who had murdered several people. Somehow, my cousin and I found out and went to a friend's house to tell them about it and try to figure out what to do there. The friend was a random guy who once gave me a ride from the bus station to my hostel in Nicaragua. He apparently owned a business setting up internet connections for people. While we were there, the murderer called him and asked about setting up an internet connection.

Somehow, we knew that this would help the murderer hide his crimes, but we were terrified for our own lives and our friend went along with it casually. He left in his car to go set up an internet connection for a murderer and my cousin and I decided to go back to where we were staying that night.

We were staying at the school where I worked, but the room we were in was the closet of my old room in my parents' house and the rest of the room was a really nice inside pool and the Ferris wheel that's at the mall near my apartment. One of the teachers was there, and had opened up the pool and Ferris wheel for the wife and children of the murderer. We realized that this was how he got away with it without his family finding out: he sent them to swim and play.

For whatever reason, we then forgot about the murderer and decided to join the family in the pool since it wasn't normally open. For a brief moment, we were upset and worried because all of our stuff was under a couple feet of water, but in the next moment, the water was forgotten and everything was dry. However, I had a hard time finding my swim suit.

I also had a hard time changing into my swim suit because several men from the school kept walking in and talking to me while I was changing, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was covering myself as I continued struggling to find my swim suit and then get into it while trying to hide myself. I think my cousin had already gotten into the water by then.

When I finally had myself together, I ran and jumped into the water without hesitation. I like to get to the bottom of the pool and launch myself back up to the surface. As per usual, I had my nose plugged because I'm one of those people that has to plug their nose when going underwater.

As I sank deeper and deeper into the pool, I realized that I had not taken a breath before jumping in. So, I loosened the grip on my nose and tentatively inhaled. But it wasn't enough air, so I did it several more times, taking in small amounts of air every time.

I desperately reached down with my feet to touch the bottom to get myself back up to the surface because I knew I was running out of air and I was confused as to how I could be taking in air and was also becoming convinced that I was actually breathing in water and was therefore getting increasingly panicked.

At last, I sprung awake and out of the dream, but it didn't end there. I still couldn't breath and felt like there was water in my lungs. I had to turn onto my side and gasp for air as I coughed until my roommate called to me from the other room, asking if I was okay. Eventually, I was able to breath normally. I can honestly say that I have never had a dream follow me into the waking world physically like that before.



Thanks to Melody Joy of 3 Spot Blog for submitting this dream.

Introduction and Submission Information

As a writer, blogger, and youtuber who has always been fascinated with dreams, it was only natural that I would eventually start a blog devoted to dreams. This is a place where anyone can share their dreams with the world, or read about the wild, interesting, intense, and amazing dreams that others have.

I've always been fascinated with the idea that our dreams allow us to travel to another place, that maybe when we dream we're all in the same dream world, that maybe the people we see in dreams that we don't recognize are other dreamers crossing our paths.

To submit a dream, send it to: islandofinfinitedreams@gmail.com