Strange Dreams Of The Rat

  This morning, as I transitioned from the depths of sleep to the dawning of consciousness, I found myself entangled in a peculiar confusion. In those first hazy moments of awakening, I was under the compelling illusion that the dream world was, in fact, my waking reality. It was as if the dream had cast a spell over me, making me believe that it was the world I was supposed to inhabit upon opening my eyes. The dream itself was a ghost, its details lost to the ether of my mind, but the feeling it left behind was vivid and disorienting. As I gradually surfaced from the depths of sleep, a strange notion took hold of me: I was trying to wake up into the dream, to return to what I believed was the real world. There was a desperate, almost instinctual attempt to swim against the tide of consciousness, to delve back into the embrace of the dream. But something peculiar happened in this struggle between sleep and wakefulness. As I gained more awareness, the realization dawned on me that I...

In the quiet hours of the night, nestled within the realm of dreams, I experienced a journey both surreal and empowering. The setting was familiar, my own bedroom, a sanctuary of rest and personal space. But this was no ordinary night. As I lay there, submerged in the depths of sleep within my dream, an awakening occurred—a dream within a dream. I found myself roused, not by the usual chirping of birds or the golden sunlight seeping through the curtains, but by an inexplicable intuition. My eyes were drawn to the big open window above my bed's headboard, a portal to the world outside and, in that moment, a canvas for the unknown. The night air, usually a silent companion, seemed to whisper of something amiss. There was an unsettling presence, an unseen force that stirred a primal sense of alarm within me. In response to this foreboding sensation, an instinctive urge surged through me—an impulse to defend, to protect not just myself but the sanctity of my home. It was a moment of de...

I was in a dream, the setting was the familiar grounds of a hospital. The purpose was clear-cut: my brother, dog, and I were there to pick up our mother, who had been hospitalized for reasons now blurred in the dream's fabric. The atmosphere was tinged with a sense of routine, yet an undercurrent of relief was palpable as we prepared to leave. My brother, younger by two years, led the way with a brisk stride. I followed, tethered to the present by the leash in my hand, anchoring my loyal dog. Beside me, my mother's presence was both comforting and striking. She emanated a newfound vitality, appearing leaner and more vibrant, a visible transformation after her hospital stay. Her vigor was highlighted as she effortlessly navigated a mound of gravel in the parking lot – a peculiar detail that only a dream could place with such casual randomness. As we approached our car, the roles and movements were automatic: my brother moving towards the driver's side, my mother taking her p...

I found myself in a car, surrounded by the familiar presence of my uncle, my brothers, and my sister. As we all settled in, I took my place beside my uncle in the front, while my siblings occupied the back seat. The car's interior was cozy, yet I felt an unspoken distance as I didn't turn to look at any of my family members. My gaze was fixed firmly ahead, through the windshield, onto the street we were traversing. It was a street etched deeply in my memory, a pathway from my childhood, each contour and corner evoking a sense of nostalgia. The journey began with the car gliding slowly down the street. In my mind, my uncle was the natural pilot of our voyage, being the elder by some years. It seemed fitting, familiar. Yet, as we drove, my thoughts drifted into a tranquil void, a mindless state where time and responsibility seemed to blur into the background. The motion of the car, the hum of the engine, it was all a backdrop to my reverie. But then, my uncle's voice broke th...

I remember a dream that really shook me. It started off normal enough, just me doing everyday things. But then something strange happened: my personality split into two. There was me, living my life, and another 'me', like a person inside my head, who was dreaming about me and watching everything I did. It was like being two people at once, but still in one body. I'd even talk to this other version of myself sometimes. This wasn't just weird; it was kind of scary. I started wondering whether I was really me, or if I was actually the other 'me', the one observing everything. After I woke up, I couldn't shake off this feeling that maybe my whole life isn't real. What if I'm just a character in this other person's dream? That thought freaked me out. It made everything feel pointless, like I could wake up one day in this other person's life and find out that the life I knew never existed. I worried about losing everything – my family, my pet, my ...

 Last night, I found myself in the folds of a dream that spanned generations, a tale woven around a singular, mesmerizing artifact: The Princess Box. This was no ordinary dream, but a vivid journey through the ages, tracing the path of a jewelry box cherished by women and girls of affluent families, many of whom were princesses. The dream whisked me back to the early 1900s, where I stood as an invisible observer, watching a young girl confined within the stark walls of a mental institution. She seemed so distant from the world, as if reality was a language she couldn't fathom. A psychiatrist tried in vain to guide her to envision opening a doorway to life's theater—a concept too terrifying for her to grasp. Then, a nurse appeared in my dream, an angelic presence who approached the girl with a gentleness that seemed to make the very air around them hum with warmth. It was this nurse who patiently led the girl through those daunting doors, not with force, but with a tender persua...

Henry Fuseli - The Shepherd's Dream I was staying at a family member's house. I was in a dark bedroom that looked an awful lot like my own. The main thing different is that instead of my bedside table there was a table with a tank with an animal in it. The animal, of course, was a snake. I must say that I'm not fond of snakes. I probably fear them a little. But when I've had to deal with them I've been just fine. Anyway, as I looked closer at the tank, I saw that the snake was looking back at me. I didn't like the way it was looking at me. Not because it was a snake, but because it seemed to be examining me a little too closely. The dream faded. The next time I looked at the tank there were two creatures in there. The snake had been joined by a big lizard of some sort. They were both looking at me strangely. Then each creature nodded its head at me. The lizard then stood on its hind legs while the snake slithered up the length of the lizard towards ...

Vincent van Gogh - The Starry Night I remember waking up and listening to the noisy sounds of work around me. I could hear loud machines and the sounds of people. It wasn't unusual. I was used to it. When I opened my eyes and looked around me I saw a high ceiling. my bed was in the back corner of the shop. Yes, I said shop. When I looked around I saw a big room with lots of huge machines with people operating them. There was a maze of metal bars and other material stacked up all over waiting to be worked with. This is what life was like. This was my only home. I looked down beside my bed and saw my dog lying there on the floor sleeping as close as she could get. Just where she should be. She's a good dog. As I started to wake up a little more I began to realize that something wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be here. I wasn't supposed to be living in a place of work. Nobody was. I began to suspect that this was really just an unpleasant dream, even ...

Henry Fuseli - The Nightmare I must have been thinking about my nephew recently. Actually I know I was because he is the subject of my most recent strange dream. Before I tell you about it I want to say that it's going to be a hard one because I only remember it in bits and pieces. But I'll do my best. I remember being in my backyard watching a remarkable amount of squirrels. There were just so many. My backyard this time wasn't a backyard I have in the real world, but it was mine in the dream. The squirrels are another thing. I consider myself to be somewhat of an expert on squirrel behavior. My other blog shows that a little bit. Today in the dream there seemed to be all the major variety of tree squirrels on the ground and in the trees right there in my yard with me. There were also very many of them. Maybe a hundred or more. Plenty of squirrels for me to watch and describe to any who would listen. They were running up and down the trees and around on the grou...

Thomas Moran - Woodland Interior With Rocky Stream Many years ago now I encountered a group of raccoons in the forest. At first when they came running towards me I thought maybe I was in a bit of danger. When they got closer I realized they were young ones just looking for someone to comfort them. It's always been one of my most memorable animal encounters. I haven't had any bad thoughts about that until this recent dream I'm about to tell you. I dreamed I was walking along a forest road. On the left was a steep hill. And on the right was a much easier downward slope that lead to a river that paralleled the road. It all looked rather nice to a nature lover like me. As I looked into the forest to the right I noticed a lone raccoon pacing me. It kept looking my way and acted as if it was following me for some reason. I remembered that I had my camera with me. I should since I always carry it when I'm in the forest. So as soon as the raccoon moved into a bit of ...

I wasn't going to write this dream down at first because it kind of disturbed me. But then I remembered that this is the exact kind of dream that I'm supposed to write about. It was also kind of a difficult decision because my dreams have been a bit murky lately so they're too hard to remember. That makes it kind of hard too, but let's try with this one anyway. So here it is. I remember sitting in a house I had just moved into. It was kind of dark and shadowy in the house so I knew this wasn't going to be a positive experience. I was reading a self improvement book, which I often do. I like looking for techniques to make myself a better me. But this particular book was getting a little strange. The book was suggesting that I try a thing called automatic writing, which is a technique where a person uses alleged psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. You hold a pen or pencil to paper while not paying conscious atte...

A few nights ago I woke up and immediately knew I was still asleep and dreaming. How did I know? The room was different than any room I'd ever seen in the real world. I still recognized it as my own bedroom, but I really had never seen it before. And there was something else there too. Standing against the wall staring at me in the dark was a Chinese woman. How do I know she was Chinese? I just knew. I guess that part doesn't matter, but it was a detail that I strongly noticed. So it did matter quite a bit. I had the strong feeling that this had happened before, but I didn't remember it at all. I have no idea why I would dream about a Chinese woman, but there she was. I don't know many Chinese women, and I hadn't seen any on television lately. I do have a neighbor who is Chinese, but I hadn't thought about them in quite some time. So I guess that made the dream kind of strange. But wait, there's more strangeness yet to come. You see, this woman was onl...

I woke up and saw my dog sitting on my bed looking at me. I immediately knew something wasn't quite right. For one thing, when I went to sleep my dog wasn't in the room and the door was shut. When I thought about all of this I realized I was actually still asleep and in the middle of another strange dream of a kind I've had a few times before. Since I knew the dog wasn't really there with me I asked this one if it was really my dog. As soon as the words were out of my mouth this doppelganger began to growl at me. I knew from experience that the growl was the indicator that meant this dog was false. This creature was only pretending to be my dog. So I smacked it in the face and told it to go away. Off it went. Then came another lookalike dog. I told it that I knew it was an imposter and it should leave. This one also began to growl so I hit it on the head and it left me. After that a third one appeared to me. I asked this one if it was my real dog or a fake. It jus...

Here's a short dream of a kind that I get way too often. I'm sometimes not even sure if these things are real dreams or something even more strange. Read on to find out why. I was lying there peacefully sleeping when I felt somebody messing with my blankets. It was down around where my feet were. I was still mostly asleep so all I could do was mumble to whoever it was to leave me alone. That didn't work at all, and I continued to feel my blankets being messed with. I was able to rouse myself slightly more, which was not much. Even though I was still mostly asleep, I was able to lift my head enough to see down at the foot of the bed. Everything looked blurry and dreamy because I just wasn't awake enough to function any more than that. The significant thing I saw when I looked down there was that my blanket was being lifted about two feet off the bed by an invisible hand. It really looked like my blanket was being lifted in one spot right above my feet. The strang...

I was a little afraid to write this one down because I'm paranoid that the government is going to come and get me. Is it really just paranoia or will the big bad gubment really come to get a clueless jerk like me for writing down my goofy dream about them? We'll soon see! Okay, let's get this one going, shall we? Strap yourselves in. I dreamed I was a cop. Not the best cop or anything like that. Just a normal everyday cop, which is kind of disappointing because I like to be the best at whatever I do. Anyway, a group of us had been assigned to visit the CIA headquarters in a nearby city for a meeting about something that I never quite figured out from the dream. We were in a group of five. There were four of us regular cops and our commander. I don't know why this would be significant, but I remember that the commander was a woman and the rest of us were men. The things you remember from a dream, huh? So, we drove up to the guard shack at CIA headquarters to chec...

I bet this never happened to you. I couldn't remember this one for a couple of days. It would have been a very bad shame if I couldn't share it. Make sure you read to the end for the strange twist this dream takes. Really, please tell me if anything like this has ever happened to you. Most of it looked like my typical strange dream, which is to say that this dream was indeed a weird one. It started out normal enough though. I dreamed I was watching a small group of professional wrestlers at an autograph signing. I've never seen that in real life, but I've seen a few rock stars do this. The wrestlers were doing all of those autograph signing things. They were sitting at a table as fans were lined up as far as the eye could see. The lines would move forward as each fan would get to the front of the line and get the wrestlers to sign something and maybe have a brief conversation. Eventually it was time for the wrestlers to leave, so they said their goodbyes, packed up ...

I had this perfect dream. No, just kidding. I'm not sure the perfect dream exists, at least not for me. It's because I just have too many dreams like this one I'm going to tell you about. First of all, I have to tell you that most of this dream was really a kind of misty chaos that I can't make sense of or really even remember much about. That's what most of my dreams are like, so I don't usually get an opportunity to share them here. But this one had a little bit that was very memorable, so I can share that part with you. So after a while of drifting through that strange dream mist I began to slowly experience real thoughts and visions. I saw food. And I saw my brother. My brother told me about an idea he had. I thought it was something that I really should do. I was going to sell this food. It wasn't just any ordinary everyday food. This was special food. It was... get ready for it... Nazi Propaganda Food. So what exactly is Nazi propaganda food? I...

I remember looking out my upstairs window and seeing all of the activity in my busy suburban neighborhood. There were lots of children playing and even a yard sale down the street. As I was looking around at all of the activity I remembered that I didn't live in a place like this at all. I live out in the country. There is no busy neighborhood, no large groups of children, and no yard sales. I knew then that I was dreaming, so I decided to have a little fun. There's really no limit to the things you can do in a dream if you are able to think consciously enough. I can do this very well after a lifetime of very strange, and often very bad dreams. Thinking clearly in dreams kind of became a necessity for me, so I'm not exactly bragging. But let's get on with what happened. Since everything outside looked so festive, I decided to have more than a little fun myself. I created a carnival ride for myself. I got in one of the pods that rode around and around and up and down...

I dreamed I was playing little league baseball, but it was for adults.Yeah, I know it sounds strange, but that's the way the dream was. I'm not sure dreams are supposed to make sense most of the time. I remember being frustrated because they only let be bat twice the whole season. I wanted the chance to contribute and show them how good I was, but they never let me. I've always been a pretty good baseball player, and I remembered that fact in the dream. When I was really in little league when I was a kid they used to give all the kids trophies for participating at the end of the year. We had that in my dream, but it was a little bit different. I remember sitting there watching while they gave trophies to other players, but not to me. They just ignored me. I remember one player in particular. I knew I was a much better baseball player than him. The difference was that they let him play. They never really even gave me a chance. I remember that I felt hurt and angry ab...

I remember sitting there in the upstairs part of my house. The room was a little dark. Things often seem kind of dim in dreams like this for some reason. I don't remember exactly what I was doing, but when I looked up my sister was standing in the doorway. Upon seeing her I realized this couldn't be real. I hadn't seen my sister in awhile and I knew she didn't live close enough to me to just show up unannounced. So I questioned her to make sure it was really her and not an imposter. You really don't know how much that kind of thing happens in my dreams. Evil tricksters try lots of strange things. Now you may have thought I was going to say that it turned out to not be her, but after some questioning I determined that this really was my sister. That was kind of a relief. I hadn't talked to her in a while so we decided to go downstairs and visit for a little bit. On the way I had a little trick I learned. I sat on my dog's back and rode her through the n...