Strange Dreams Of The Rat

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...