I dreamed that I had the ability to snap my fingers and manipulate reality. However, the government found me dangerous and put me into a facility full of supernatural children and adults. The facility was on an island, but if you looked across the sea you could see a pleasant coastal town (I later discovered from a fellow inmate that the town was fake). The other people there were terrifyingly weird and surreal. One of them was a 7-year-old girl who constantly muttered gibberish and was always escorted by tough-looking policemen. Another was a surfer dude in his mid-20s that constantly wore glasses - If you looked directly into his eyes, you would go insane. At one point, two older girls (who were actually two girls from my school) killed the 7-year-old and framed me as the one who did it. I was then put into confinement in the facility.

Soon after I was incarcerated, I snapped my fingers and teleported out of my cell. My last memory was all of the children in the facility charging at me from down a hall while chanting nonsensical words. I snapped my fingers and found myself awake.

Probably the second weirdest dream I ever had.

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Maybe the reason things got so good at the end is because the red metal was brainwashing you into thinking you were having nice conversations with your friends while you were actually killing them.

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Geez...permission to use this as a springboard if I ever want to write another screenplay?

Also, if that was your second-weirdest dream, what is the first?

Feel free. I had also thought of making it into a short story or something.

Want my absolute strangest, vivid, symbolic, and mildly disturbing dream? Here goes. It was so weird that I gave it a title: "The Old Man".

I was walking across an extremely wide expanse of plains. I felt a pervading sense of hunger and thirst, and my clothes were ripped and too small for me. I felt that I had substantial facial hair, and I was much taller than I have ever been in reality. Strangely enough, the plains had no grass or dirt. They were made of dull grey, undulating rock formations and smooth stone hills. I felt as though I walked for days, but the sun was perpetually stuck at twilight and never completely set.

Eventually, I came to a deep ravine in the stone plains. At the bottom of the ravine was a stream, with grassy banks and palm trees sticking out of the sides of the cliffs. It was an idyllic sight, a complete Eden for my starving self. However, I could see that farther down the stream, a hunched figure in tattered fisherman's clothes was rowing a reed boat down the stream. Being desperate for human company in the endless stone plains, I shouted down at him and ran alongside the cliffs, hoping he would notice me. He looked up and I could see that he was a mustachioed old man, in his mid-to-late 70s. He stopped and pulled his boat up to the banks I found a wide path going down the ravine and ran down it. I ran over to the boat and told the old man that I was hungry and tired and desperate for food and shelter. The old man said nothing, simply stared at me with baleful eyes, and gestured for me to come on his boat.

We floated farther down the stream. I offered to take the man's paddle and row for a while, but he completely ignored my request and continued rowing. We eventually came to a small and wet-looking hole in the ground that looked more like a sewer entrance or a badger-hole than a home. He jumped off the boat and crouched down, proceeding to crawl into the hole. I followed suit.

After a tight squeeze through the (relatively short) earthen tunnel, we came to a fairly large square room underground, with damp concrete walls. There was a single, flickering lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. I could see a small antechamber off to the left of the room with a shelf. The other objects in the room were: A small, worm-eaten table in the center of the room (with two chairs, oddly enough), and hundreds of canned foodstuffs piled up in one corner. On the antechamber shelf was a metal box, which became important later in the dream.

The old man walked over to the cans and picked one up with a faded label that read "Peaches". He then grabbed another labeled "Meat" and handed it to me without making eye contact. He headed over to the table, sat down, and began to eat. I sat down too and attempted to make conversation. I asked him his name and repeatedly thanked him for giving me food. Still, he remained absolutely silent. After the meal, he got up, went over to the corner, and lay down to sleep on the cold, damp floor. I did the same.

When I woke up the next "day" (the sun was still stuck at setting), the old man was gone. I crawled outside and saw that his boat was gone, so I assumed he had gone wherever he was the previous day upstream. Left alone, I went back inside and ate another canned meal. Then, I wandered over to the shelf and inspected the metal box. It was locked, but the lock had rusted so that it easily broke off. I opened the box and saw something unusual; It was a picture of a happy-looking family, with a strong young father with chiseled features and a black handlebar mustache, a pretty young mother with a 1950's look to her, and two laughing children, a boy and a girl. The picture was charred around the edges and a large portion had been apparently burned off. I was entranced by the picture, and it began to stir something in the back of my mind. Suddenly, a hand grasped itself firmly around my wrist. I turned, and saw the old man staring at me. He snatched the picture, gently put it back in the box, and quietly put the lid on the box. I told him to let go, and he did. He walked over to the table and sat down, put his head in his hands and quietly began to cry.

(I don't remember what happened exactly after that)

Sometime after, I woke up the next day to find the old man waiting for me by the hole. He said nothing still, but gestured for me to follow. We crawled outside, and he stepped on to his boat, waiting for me to hop on as well. I figured he was to take me on his routine upstream journey, and I was curious to see what it was. I was about to jump on the boat when I heard the sounds of an engine.

The old man and I immediately looked up to the edge of the cliff. There was a large white truck driving alongside the cliff edge, with several other young people in the back and in the seats. As soon as the driver spotted me, the truck began to drive down the path down the ravine. It came to rest next to me, and the young woman in the driver's seat shouted to me and the old man to come on, and that they were going to find other people. Filled with joy, I hopped on to the back of the truck in a heartbeat. The old man just stared with a far-off look in his eyes. Then he turned onto his boat, and began to row downstream. The truck drove out of the ravine and back on to the cliffside edge. I looked down the stream for the old man's boat, but he had vanished. The truck left the cliffside and continued farther into the stone plains.

Then, I woke up.

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Posted by GrapeEscape

I didn't think it was physically possible to actually have coherent dreams that made some sense in terms of their structure. Often times in my dreams random things that would normally be incomprehensible to me make sense in my subconscious. People will spout absolute gibberish and yet somehow I understand them. Sometimes even I will do completely random and stupid things in my dreams against my own will. It's like when I'm dreaming I'm a completely different person, which kind of scares me, honestly.

Most of the times my dreams are random as fuck. Which is why these two stand out in their clarity.

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