Strange Dreams Of The Rat

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...