Last night I dreamed that I went to "The Church of Satan," as in a building. I knew it was in San Francisco. We listened to a sermon. When the sermon was over we had a big party with lots of food, balloons, music and we all lined up to torture each other.

This was my first Satanic dream. I believe that I am off to a good start.

Well...we all know what the balloons represent.
Other than that, you may be a nutter.

Oh boy, when it comes to crazy dreams I take the cake.

Here's one I had in my teens that I'll NEVER forget:

I was in a video store looking to rent movies to bring home. While I was browsing through a section the movies, I came across one that had a picture of a High School friend on the cover. The movie was called WALK. Then, right behind it, I came across another tape with the same kid standing in front of his house holding two fingers up. It was called WALK II: WALKING HOME.

Then I woke up. I still somehow can't get it out of my mind.

Hahaha, Walk...

Amazing.

I have recurring dreams of different variation, but MOST of them end up with Jurrassic Park being the primary source of material. Last night I had a dream that I had failed in life, so my girlfriend had to pay the rent all the time, and she told her mother about it. Then half way through, I was climbing the electric fence to escape the T-Rex. The other memorable one was where I was in a garage, filling up with water, wearing a halloween costume, and a T-Rex materialized out of nowhere and ate me.

Something is wrong with me.

That's hilarious!

It's pretty damn interesting how many dreams have a tendency to just change all of a sudden or out of nowhere.

I woke up about two hours ago form a dream myself.

The dream started off as me and my uncle were getting ready to go to a Slayer concert. This was strange considering I probably wouldn't go and my uncle could care less himself. My grandmother was there and proceeded to give me around a thousand dollars to ensure a good time. (that is not strange, the amount is, but otherwise no)

Soon, Kerry King comes through the door proclaiming he is ready to get "drunk as fuck". (I don't know what the hell this is about either) So we all walk to the concert, but I fall behind unable to catch up. I get lost and ...In his Camero, Sebastian Bach stops by and picks me up so that we can get to the concert. We proceed to get lost (We all know why Baz would get lost) on the interstate and we eventually decide that all those overpasses and buildings must be downtown where the concert is taking place. Somewhere down the line in the dream, some women get in the car with us. Once we get close to the venue, the dream ends, I wake up, smoke a cigarette and here I am after a couple hours.

Haha. Interesting topic, giving me a lot of laughs so far.

I giggled. Walk. Wow. Perhaps it is your destiny to make a movie called Walk? It could be about Henry David Thoreau because he wrote a book called, "Walking."

Yeah, something is wrong with ALL of us. But you made me laugh and that is the important part.

We already knew that, Sir Rooster.

I had this dream once that I was on an island and was being attacked by these fury green peanut people. I looked down and saw a squirrel at my feet and picked him up.The squirrel immediately went rigid and I began firing energy blasts out of his mouth hitting the peanut people. When I woke up I thought man Iam weird!

I used to have these weird dreams with reptiles and insects in them. I had a friend who was very much into raising snakes, lizards and frogs which always meant that he had live insects and very young mice around.

These things would always creep into my dreams during the week after I'd visited his place, always something weird where all of his menagerie had gotten out of their confines and I had to find a way out of the room without stepping on them.

The weird thing however was how my brain incorporated the baby mice, somehow it could not find a way to make those hairless little creatures creepy, so in my dream they were always transformed into little hairless baby Cthulhus - for some reason they never had scales, just this hairless skin.

I had a dream last night that largely consisted of Danny Wallace and how he was being interviewed, and the interviewer exposed him as actually being really unconfident and shy and that his jolly personality was all a big act.

Then I walked into a big church-like space where all these deformed people were clutching babies and the second coming of Jesus was born and the baby was carried out. When that happened a heavenly white light shone down into the church and washed over all the people who started crying out, and then I threw myself into the light which felt solid, and then I woke up.

I tend to have strange psychedelic dreams, but that one is particularly leftfield.

Who conducted the seminar? Was it with power point?

Once I dreamt about a man with two wives. One was a painter and one was a musician. They lived in a colorless bourgeois house with modernist furniture and lots of glass - you know the kind of thing I mean, a yuppie kind of house. The painter wife painted uninspired abstract art. The musician wife made tone poems. None of them were especially happy.

One day the musician wife disappeared. The man searched everywhere for her, but he couldn't find her.

Some weeks later, two men in wrinkly brown suits came to visit him. They were lawyers, and they said that Their Client knew where the man's musician wife was. The man would have to meet with The Client in order to get her back. The man agreed.

The Client was a tall figure in a robe with a cowl that hid His face. He lived in a temple carved of pure, well polished white marble, miles and miles underground, where the sun could never reach and never had. The only light was the faintest glimmer, like a flickering white flame reflecting off a shined but dented piece of metal. This glimmer followed The Client wherever He went. He didn't speak, but he motioned for his servants to lead the man to one of the rooms of this dark marble maze.

Inside the room was a dance hall. People were dancing like wild animals. On the stage was the musician wife. She was screaming into the mic. She had a band, they were playing something hard, industrial. Nothing at all like the tone poems she'd used to make.

The man walked toward the stage, calling to her. She looked him in the eye, and didn't recognize him at all. That's when the man realized he was in Hell, and his punishment was to watch his wife act out all the fantasies she'd repressed because they didn't fit with what kind of person he'd made her think she was supposed to be. Fantasies that he had no part in.

I am at the back of this dance hall, sitting, watching this happen, as if I am supervising.

I dreamt that I had sex with a half tiger-half human... though, I think it was more tiger. And I can't remember what sex it was.

Talk about weird.

I was in a large building. The front of it was a club, the back was brightly lit...all surgical lights. I was in a cage...no, a plexiglass box, with holes, and I was shackled with my feet and hands to the floor. I had just enough chain to stand, but not enough to stand upright. My muscles ached. And I also had barbed wire along my naked body, so the more I struggled, or tried to lay down, the more I bled.

The feeling of desolation and hopelessness was overwhelming.

I had a plaque in front of me, with my name and stats on it...like I was a display in a sadistic zoo.

Something deep down called on me to ARISE.

I managed to rip the chains out of the floor, pull the barbed wire off of me, and kick open the box.

And around the corner were bodies of all decompositions: some freshly butchered, some forgotten...rotting and green-black. I can still see the blood dripping and the entrails glistening in the stark glare of the lights. All of them had industrial tools laying about, as if a giant butchering party had been interrupted by me freeing myself and looking around.

I cried a little, as a few of the dead were still recognizable as my friends.

And as I made my way...naked...to the front of the club, I grabbed every weapon I could.

I found those who I could catch who had the evidence of butchering on them and brutally killed them all.


So empowering.

If I were a smart ass I would tell a long dream, and say, "And you were there, and you...and even YOU! But I'm in my own house now!"

But I am not...so I won't.

The weirdest dream I ever had was that I was an Indian woman, with a child. In the dream, I aged, and the child grew up and left. I woke up crying. I missed that kid the whole day...and he never existed.

Dreams can be weird.

I arrived late and so I was in the back of the crowd. I think I gave someone my coat? I can't say for sure who was speaking, but it must have been someone important because the crowd was very enthusiastic. There was definitely no power point.

That's pretty hot. I think I may borrow that dream, Adequate.

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#1 describes what you are talking about.

That's pretty hot.

My most vivid dreams involved performing an exorcism.

I was the exorcist and I'd be driving the demon from a person or from a building. The danger and the righteous anger felt so overwhelming every time. Many of the scenes in my dreams were fairly cleche' given the different pop-culture movies about exorcism that are out there. That didn't really bother me though. I enjoy remembering the way I felt when I shouted with so much power(and I don't mean just volume). It was like I had the strength to crush the evil entity with my will and words alone. It was definately a rush.

When it comes to dreams (especially vivid/lucid dreaming) I may take the cake on 'wacky dreams'.

I had an odd one the night before last where I was staying at a friends home and needed to use the restroom.

I went inside the restroom and was greeted by a blue cat with whitish eyes. (Glowing eyes).

This particular cat had two other feline friends with him. One was black the other was gray.

This isn't odd in it's self, however, the blue cat changed colors and then proceeded to jump onto My back and dig it's claws into My skin.

I FELT THE PAIN. (I know this sounds odd) but I felt it. I wailed as I picked out his individual claws from My skin. I felt each dig.

I may make mention that I can oft times smell in My dreams and that I dream in color.

In any event, I opened the restroom door and the cats went into the bedroom which My dogs were occupying. I feared that a fight would break out between them but they all got along splendidly.

I woke up after that and was very happy to discover that I didn't need antibiotic ointment on My back.

What's it mean? No idea.

I used to dream a great deal about spiders. I would see them in real time and in My dreams. A ritual took care of all of that.

If you would like future ones to be in power point, please drop a note in the suggestion box.

It's hard to beleive that there are a lot of people who do not dream in color.

Dogs probably don't. Not that I'm implying Evil Eve is a dog, you understand.