The Dream Vault: A repository for your most interesting and vivid dreams.

[J. Wilhelm]

Waking after a particularly vivid dream is not so uncommon. And forgetting that dream soon after waking up is even less common. Every now and then a particular dream will make such an impression that you will not forget it.

This thread is a repository for those interesting and amusing dreams you may have had, Steampunk or not. So without further delay, let me start with today's dream of mine...


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DREAM 1. A Nursery in Utah
by
John W. Dunn

I woke up in the middle of the night. I still had half an hour to sleep, and I had not dreamt anything yet (as is most often the case for me). But this time as I fell asleep I found myself in some sort of public centre in a desertic location. Confused, I turned my head to scope my surroundings. People were passing by me. Tourists with cameras and whole families strolled around the pavement. I tried to ask a couple passing by, but when I tried to introduce myself, I could not remember my name. Panic set in.

As I tried desperately to remember how I found myself in that place, I noticed that I was in the middle of an orange coloured valley, mostly made of solid rock formations, big and small, some as tall as a building, and some just a few inches high. A mix of sedimentary formations forming the canyon walls was complimented by strange outcrops of razor sharp quartz-looking crystals along the bottom of the canyon. This was a tourist centre in a national park, I reasoned. This looks like America, I thought. The only thing that looked out of place were those smoky quartz crystal outcrops at the bottom of the canyon. "Perhaps they had been exposed over time by the action of erosion, and this was a recently discovered valley," I thought. I had never seen anything like that before.

In any case, clearly this public venue was at the bottom of the canyon. And the sparse vegetation I could see toward the horizon betrayed its geographical location. This had to be the Western United States, sufficiently far from the Pacific coast and well east from the Midwestern planes. The sky was a deep blue and there was not a single cloud in the sky.  And it was probably Spring or Fall. I know, because the temperature was well below 45 Celcius, the norm for that part of America in Summer. The temperature was rather mild, I'd say. A lovely day, in the middle of wherever I was.

Toward the horizon, I could see large rock columns, semi geometric in shape. A visual nature spectacle with enough gravitas to belong to a biblical scene. It looked to me like one of those national parks in the state of Utah or Arizona. I'd even venture that it was something like Bryce Canyon National park or Zion National Park, both of which I had visited when I was a child. I felt a sense of calm.

At least I knew more or less where I was, I thought. This was familiar territory; and even if I could be wrong on my specific location, I could at least place myself geographically within a radius of, say, 500 miles. Even if I could not remember my identity, I knew the people in this part of the world, and I spoke their language, as a listened in to the people passing by, so there was no need to panic. Maybe I hit my head and I had a case of amnesia, and I simply didn't remember how I drove to this place, I reasoned.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryce_Canyon_National_Park

All along the bottom of the canyon you had these walkways and stairs, like a maze spreading in all directions along the bottom of the canyon. Some of the pavement seemed to lead nowhere, and some stairs would climb up to the top of the larger rock formations. All the walkways had solid hand rails made of adobe, perhaps a good 45 inches high. It made sense, as there were a lot of children in the park, and some of those rock formations at the bottom of the valley seemed very sharp. A fall from one of those staircases would be fatal as one person could easily be skewered by the needle like crystal formations at the bottom of the canyon.

http://www.zionnational-park.com/south-coyote-buttes.htm

Coming down to a plaza, lined with tourist shops, I found myself in front of some sort of apartment residential area carved into the mountain. The orange walls of the canyon were apparently carved to make room for the shops and the apartments. It looks to me like a 1970s version of the ancient "Pueblo Indian" Native sites I knew from my childhood, except this was a modern setting.

A large wooden door on one of those apartments opened. A figure emerged. A medium build youngish man in his early 40's with long blond hair and a light beard. He called to me, "John! I see you made it!  I was regaining my memory. It was one of my roommates! "Why are you standing there! Come on in!

Walking into the apartment I could see that the rooms were carved in the canyon's rock. It reminded me of the city of Petra in Jordan. He led me to one of the rooms with a window facing the tourist center. As people walked by he asked me "how do you like my new office?" he smiled. "This is my new business! We are reviving extint animal species, and thanks to the state legislature our labs received permission to start cloning.

"But what are you cloning from?" I asked innocently. I still couldn't even remember how I got there. The whole conversation was surreal.

"Adult stem cells," he replied. The only part of an adult body which contains stem cells are the roots of nails and claws of animals. And with Global Warming hitting Antarctica hard, we have found an incredible number of viable frozen specimens buried underneath the snow and tundra. We looked for, and we found," he emphasized, "live claws and nail roots for a number of extinct mammals and some late transitional birds." Some of the cells we found frozen were viable," he gestured, as if explaining to a child.

"You know what that means, right? Do you remember those guys with the cloned mammoth in Wyoming two years ago? They cloned cells from with intact DNA from claw keratinizing stem cells.  Well, we did better than that. We had the whole viable cells with the RNA intact,. We did not have to use a hybrid RNA donor, and thanks to that method, we now have a legitimate sabre toothed tiger" he smiled."Not an elephant-mastodon-mammoth chimera like the other team got."

"Why don't we go out and I'll show you some of our cloned animals?" He asked, and then he led me through the apartment to a set of French doors opening to a patio. Apparently there was an inner break in the canyon wall allowing for an open patio to be hidden from the view of the tourists.

The jagged canyon walls provided shade from the sun. At some distance I could see cages and to my amazement I saw a full grown sabre toothed cat. A Smilodon.

"That's incredible!" I said.

"Yep! She's a beauty, isn't she?"

"How many do you have?" I asked as if really mattered.

"Of those? We got the pair." He muttered as he lit a cigarette. "The male was making too much noise and I had to separate him to another cage. They're going to San Diego Zoo next week!"

"So is that how you're making money now?"

"Well among other things. Naturally we can charge a very large amount of money for a live pair of Smilondons, but there are other things that can make us much more money."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like crops. Remember the near extinction of the European Bee? We need replacements urgently to make up what was lost during the plague. We can't pollinate our food plants! The genetic engineers are working on a replacement for the  European Bee, but they're not fast enough. That is going to take some time, and people all around the globe need the bees right now if we want to avoid a collapse in our crop supply in 10 years. We got ancient species of bees that we can clone right now, and these species are resistant to present day pathogens. We'll make them by the millions. Industrial scale. Governments are willing to pay anything for them. Anything. We are going to make a killing! He smiled.

After looking at the cages with animals I followed the walls of a crevice on the canyon with my eyes. I could look up and see the edge of the canyon a hundred feet upward. "The walls provide much needed privacy," he said. "In this business we have to be careful not to let people spy in."

"But you are in the middle of a tourist center," I replied. "How can you not attract attention in the middle of a national park?"

Ah. No. We're not at risk. This is the perfect cover! We're hiding behind the tourists. The Brigham Young National Monument is just the right cover for our operations," he said. "We need the open space to keep our clones, and a farm will just not do. This is federal land and we can keep the prying eyes of the local sheriff from looking into our operations. In the national interest, the Department of Agriculture backs our operations."

"But in Utah??" "And why Brigham Young? Why here? What's with that name?" I asked while frowning.

"Ah!" He said, laughing, "its so perfect isn't it? It's my idea of vengeance. I wanted to rub it in the face of those Christians! What better place to make my point! I want to give those Mormons a heart attack! In their face!" He said, smiling while gesturing with his hand. I remembered my room mate had always been the militant atheist type...

As I turned past a jagged wall in the deep crevice, I heard voices. "What is back there?" I asked.

"Uh uh! Don't go there!" He shouted."

"What do you mean? You just showed me all your animals" I retorted.

"No, John, I haven't shown you everything." He rolled his eyes" "There is one project I'm working on. And it's not time yet. I need to secure permission from the government before I start showing people. Trust me. I'm going to ask you to take a rain check on this one for now. I'll tell you later, I promise, when the time is right."

But by the time he haid said that I had already stolen a peek from behind the rocky wall. I could not see everything as I was being told not to look, but I thought I had seen the edge of a kidney shaped pool in the garden. I could hear laughter which seemed to come from children playing in the pool, though I could not see the children. I also heard some grunts. I wondered what was back there. Shockingly I caught a glimpse of a human form. No. Make that two people. These people looked somewhat barrel shaped. Ugly. Rolls of fat barely covered with colorful swimsuit cloth. And long black desheveled hair. When one of them turned my way I froze. Their face was squat and full of hair. I gasped.

It took me a while to realise it, but as my friend escorted me back to the apartment, it dawned on me those were not human faces. At least not modern human. "Those are not hippies," I thought to myself. I slowly realized that I had seen a family of early humans! And the children? Could it be? Was that a Neanderthal family that I saw?

As I walked back into the office, I kept quiet. I was thinking and I could not understand how there could be such a wide age range among a cloned group of hominids. A couple of hominids could not have been cloned and have procreated so quickly. Has it been that many years since I last saw my roommate? I pondered. No. Something besides the fact I had seen Neanderthals was not right.

"Oh well," I said to myself. "Some people breed and raise reptiles and exotic birds. This guy raises Neanderthals!"

It had not been a minute since we sat in the office, when an alarm sounded. It was a loud high pitch, similar to a fire alarm.

"John, you have to go" my room mate shouted over the alarm.

"Why what's going on? Is there a fire?" I asked.

"It's better if I don't tell you. It means that my request sent to the White House cabinet was rejected. The son of a bitch betrayed me. You need to go now. I'll handle the rest from here," he said while he pushed me out the door into the plaza. He produced a handgun seemingly out of nowhere. "Go!" he said as he shut the door. As I looked around, the tourists were all gone. I saw a large number of armed men wearing black suits and running down the stairs and the walkways. "Oh, shit!" I thought.

These people did not look like federal officers. No one of them was wearing the mandatory black vest emblazoned with federal agency acronyms such as "FBI," or "ATF." Not knowing what was happening, I decided those were not government employees and I'd better let my legs do the thinking. I started running away from the horde of suited men. I was trying desperately to remember where I had parked my car, but my memory had not come back yet. Was there a car even?  In one last ditch effort, I wasted some time and I climbed up one of the stairs leading to the top of a rock formation. I could see the entire valley lined with smoky quartz. The staircases and walkways looked like a spider web, but there was no indication of a parking lot.

I had to get away, I came down the far side of the rock formation, away from the line of sight of the armed men. I saw that I could probably climb a few hundred feet of that cliff to the nearest plateau above the tourist visitor center. But I had to skip over one of those handrails and step over the very sharp quartz outcrops. "This is going to be painful, " I thought. I was was wearing boots. Hoping they'd be strong enough and not tear on contact, I jumped over the handrail and landed awkwardly on top of an outcrop of crystals. I did not want to turn back to look at the armed men. "Perhaps," I hoped, "they did not see me." I climbed the steep walls of the canyon past the quartz outcrop.

No one had fired at me yet. I was still alive. The weather was now changing. The mid spring sun was terrible, in spite of the cool air. I started to perspire heavily under the effect of the adrenaline. I looked above, and I could see the edge of the cliff. "Just a little longer," I thought.

Then everything went blank. The dream was over and I was awake in my bed. Luckily not a bullet hole in me. It was all a dream...

Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah, USA in 4K Ultra HD

Wave (Coyote buttes north) from Drone

[von Corax]

The following story is true; only the names of people, places and companies have been obfuscated to protect my paranoid butt.

At the time of this dream (late spring of 199-, as I recall), I was living in The City of Reeks and working as a developer and sysadmin at the Long Molecule plant in The Valley of Reeks. I was on pager duty providing 24x7 support to the Manufacturing Information System which communicated quality-control information between the labs and the process operators.

In the dream, I was awakened by my pager, which displayed a number I did not recognize. I phoned the number, and the voice on the other end answered, "Primary Star, main gate."

I was confused, as this was not my employer and had no reason to call me. "D- C-. You paged me?" I asked.

"I can't talk now; we've got a fire," replied the voice, and hung up. Immediately the lights in my apartment went out, so I put on my hard hat and, along with several co-workers who had not been there a moment before, walked down my apartment's private outside staircase (which did not exist in reality,) crossed the street to the park (which does exist across the street from my building,) sat on a park bench and watched the explosions and fireballs rise above the Valley.

The next morning at work, after checking server logs and trouble tickets, I wandered down to the server room and struck up a conversation with M-, the sysop. In the course of the conversation I described my dream to him, and he agreed it was interesting.

One morning several weeks later, as I approached my workplace's main gate, I noticed that beyond the next intersection the approach to the railway overpass was blocked by emergency vehicles and a CVECO barricade. (Google CVECO to learn the location of these events, and possibly the names of the organizations involved.) Lingering in my truck to listen to the radio, I learned that one of the storage tanks at Primary Star's tank farm had been struck by lightning in the night, that even then several hundred thousand litres of raffinate ( a component of gasoline) were merrily ablaze, and that Primary Star had declared a Code 8 emergency.

After checking server logs and trouble tickets, I wandered down to the server room and struck up a conversation with M-, the sysop. In the course of the conversation I asked, "Do you remember a dream I mentioned a few weeks ago-?"

M- cut me off. "D-, here's my phone number. If you ever have a dream like that, call me."

[Wormster]

A recurring dream when stressed:

I can feel the weight of the .50BMG sniper rifle, looking through the scope a head becomes visible (usually the originator of said stress). The heavy bolt is pushed home, and my breathing becomes more relaxed, allowing for windage etc, I take careful aim, first pressure on the trigger, more gentle squeezing in time with my breathing, allows the shot to leave at the opportune moment in the breathing cycle, and suddenly no more stress!

[Prof Marvel]

My Good Von Corax ...
Either your precog abilities were kicking in or your latent time lordishness...

After having grown up in northern Indiana, halfway between the steel mills of Gary and the Oil Refineries in East Chicago, I can attest that a tank farm fire is a nightmare I never wanted to see.

As a youth in college, I scored summer jobs at one of the refineries. They had regular and very serious emergency drills. We had to use bronze tools to avoid sparks! We, the summer help , were under strict official orders to RUN to the main gate and stay by the guards. Unofficially, we were told to head to the nearest river/canal and jump in if needed.

Yhs
Prof Marvel

[Prof Marvel]

My Dear J ...

There are thingies called lucid dreaming and directed dreaming. Both produce interesting and controversial results. The Three Letter Agencies actually did some projects along those lines (hint google men who stare at goats) as well as the Russkies, with varying results.

I myself like to try directed dreaming some nights, with occasional amusing or useful results, and sometimes results best described as "a bit of undisgested  gristle" .

Native Americans ( and Tibetans) hold great store in the meaning of dreams, and recommend seeking a Wacasa Wikan for assistance. The Dream Time is held to be just as real and as important as the Awake Time. 

Yhs
Prof (damn you autocorrect) Marvel

[J. Wilhelm]

Just curious if anyone had experienced strange dreams during the pandemic. If so, I'm necromancing this thread. I would tell you about the dream I had two days ago, but I've forgotten most of it. The only thing I remember is being in an RV with my grandmother and my mother and having to start the RV with scant minutes before no less than three tornadoes - which I could clearly see through the windshield, came out way. The women wanted to wait for my grandfather to arrive, and I was telling them we had to go!

[Hurricane Annie]

Just curious if anyone had experienced strange dreams during Y pandemic. If so, I'm necromancing this thread. I would tell you about the dream I had two days ago, but I've forgotten most of it. The only thing I remember is being in an RV with my grandmother and my mother and having to start the RV with scant minutes before no less than three tornadoes - which I could clearly see through the windshield, came out way. The women wanted to wait for my grandfather to arrive, and I was telling them we had to go!

I have strange reoccurring vivid dreams  that often appear as a serial over months or years. This has been with me since early childhood. Circumstances  or  environments in  dreams have  occasionally been mirrored in real life down the track. Is this prophetic or intuition? Is it the subconscious putting together patterns and predicting  potential out comes.  Interestingly some of these dream series have ended with major life changes  that have borne  relevance to the dreams.

My interpretation of your dream in the quote, is that you have your grandfather's wisdom. You  had momentary underlying  self doubts, represented by your female ancestors. You  felt you needed your grandfather with his wisdom and experience. You then had the knowledge that you now had your own wisdom to overcome the obstacles and anxieties.

   I've had recent dreams of ancestors talking to me. People of generations past that  endured heart breaking times and  back breaking journeys.

One recently told me in a dream words along the lines of

Its not about what's happened in the past. Its about what you are going to do with that learning to move in to the future.

[Hurricane Annie]

Just curious if anyone had experienced strange dreams during the pandemic. If so, I'm necromancing this thread. I would tell you about the dream I had two days ago, but I've forgotten most of it. The only thing I remember is being in an RV with my grandmother and my mother and having to start the RV with scant minutes before no less than three tornadoes - which I could clearly see through the windshield, came out way. The women wanted to wait for my grandfather to arrive, and I was telling them we had to go!

Over the last several months I have had tandem reoccurring  dreams from the distant past.

The first one is a dream that I have had about a  particular location  since at least my early teens.  In the dream i am visiting or staying in a house  on a road with  distinctive topography. There is abhouse nearby I am told is mine or belongs to familiy. It's an area I have connection to somehow. Recently the dream has had childhood friends and my children in it.

The road is  on a steep hill with a cliff,  by a beach, in a rural area. It has either a confusing  cross roads or a  no exit at the top. There are  old shops and cottages  across from the beach on the flat. The beach is lined with Norfolk pines.  It has tve appearence of a small holiday area that has  by passed 

On the incline there are houses from the 50s,  60s and 70s. The house I visit  has a steep driveway to a basement. It is in disrepair and has fish tanks. The house at the top ridge that I am living in is of a similar era. In the dreams I am somehow expected to raise the standard of the  homes. They are homes that would have been expensive executive type design when built. They are now ill maintained, in disrepair and gardens over grown

[SeVeNeVeS]

I'm afraid most, if not all my dreams that I can remember bits of, are usually very dark and slightly f$%£ed up.

I have a history of night terrors and sleep walking, the midnight wonderings around the house have ceased but every 2 months or so I wake with a loud shout and sweat soaked sheets.

From what I actually remember of these, usually involves being chased by a devilish creature of some kind or in a perilous situation with no obvious escape.

The mind is indeed a complicated thing and vents certain worries or past experiences whilst we sleep.

After 50 years, I just wish mine would calm down a bit and let me dream of nice things for a change.

[rovingjack]

http://brassgoggles.co.uk/forum/index.php/topic,30725.0.html

[Synistor 303]

I'm afraid most, if not all my dreams that I can remember bits of, are usually very dark and slightly f$%£ed up.

I have a history of night terrors and sleep walking, the midnight wonderings around the house have ceased but every 2 months or so I wake with a loud shout and sweat soaked sheets.

From what I actually remember of these, usually involves being chased by a devilish creature of some kind or in a perilous situation with no obvious escape.

The mind is indeed a complicated thing and vents certain worries or past experiences whilst we sleep.

After 50 years, I just wish mine would calm down a bit and let me dream of nice things for a change.

I used to have horrible vivid dreams where I was on the beach and I could see a HUGE wave coming and I was trying to warn people and get off the beach (which suddenly had really steep sand dunes which crumbled when you tried to go up them)... Had the dream in various scenarios for years and years, then one night, as the huge wave was coming in I thought "B****r this!" and instead or running and trying to get people off the beach, I walked around the beach to the headland and spent the rest of the dream snorkelling in the most beautiful coral environment I have ever seen.

Never had that bad ocean wave dream again.

[J. Wilhelm]

I'm afraid most, if not all my dreams that I can remember bits of, are usually very dark and slightly f$%£ed up.

I have a history of night terrors and sleep walking, the midnight wonderings around the house have ceased but every 2 months or so I wake with a loud shout and sweat soaked sheets.

From what I actually remember of these, usually involves being chased by a devilish creature of some kind or in a perilous situation with no obvious escape.

The mind is indeed a complicated thing and vents certain worries or past experiences whilst we sleep.

After 50 years, I just wish mine would calm down a bit and let me dream of nice things for a change.

I used to have horrible vivid dreams where I was on the beach and I could see a HUGE wave coming and I was trying to warn people and get off the beach (which suddenly had really steep sand dunes which crumbled when you tried to go up them)... Had the dream in various scenarios for years and years, then one night, as the huge wave was coming in I thought "B****r this!" and instead or running and trying to get people off the beach, I walked around the beach to the headland and spent the rest of the dream snorkelling in the most beautiful coral environment I have ever seen.

Never had that bad ocean wave dream again.

I have this recurrent dream of a nuclear bomb exploding far away over the horizon as seen from a beach location. The dream is always the same, and I'm under the impression it's the coast of California (west coast) because it happens during the evening when the sun is setting. I've had that dream many times, which makes it scary, for San Diego, where I lived is a military target. I never see what happens after the explosion, I wake up at that time, and there is no story leading to the explosion.

[Synistor 303]

The trick is to recognise you are having that dream while you are asleep, then change the scenario, while you are asleep. (I have never been able to do that again, I should add), but I have never had that dream again either. I also don't know how you can change an atomic bomb dream into a good scenario...

[Sorontar]

I have this recurrent dream of a nuclear bomb exploding far away over the horizon as seen from a beach location. The dream is always the same, and I'm under the impression it's the coast of California (west coast) because it happens during the evening when the sun is setting. I've had that dream many times, which makes it scary, for San Diego, where I lived is a military target. I never see what happens after the explosion, I wake up at that time, and there is no story leading to the explosion.

Fan of a certain sci-fi movie?

Spoiler: ShowHide

Okay, it's worse than a nuclear bomb, and once the bomb goes off, it doesn't matter whether the sun is setting, things will be lit up.

[Deimos]

What is "worse than a nuclear bomb"?

A fission bomb and a fusion bomb both involve the nucleus (nucleus => "nuclear") of whatever isotope (uranium or hydrogen) is used.
Even a bomb using plutonium is still a "nuclear" bomb.

So I don't understand the quote under the picture. (I didn't see the movie, so maybe that's why).
But what other kind of bomb/explosion is being compared to (as worse than) a nuclear bomb?

[rovingjack]

What is "worse than a nuclear bomb"?

A fission bomb and a fusion bomb both involve the nucleus (nucleus => "nuclear") of whatever isotope (uranium or hydrogen) is used.
Even a bomb using plutonium is still a "nuclear" bomb.

So I don't understand the quote under the picture. (I didn't see the movie, so maybe that's why).
But what other kind of bomb/explosion is being compared to (as worse than) a nuclear bomb?

"that blast came from the death star."

[Deimos]

What is "worse than a nuclear bomb"?

A fission bomb and a fusion bomb both involve the nucleus (nucleus => "nuclear") of whatever isotope (uranium or hydrogen) is used.
Even a bomb using plutonium is still a "nuclear" bomb.

So I don't understand the quote under the picture. (I didn't see the movie, so maybe that's why).
But what other kind of bomb/explosion is being compared to (as worse than) a nuclear bomb?

"that blast came from the death star."

Ah.... makes sense. 

[J. Wilhelm]

I have no clue what you guys are talking about. I didn't specify whether this was a fission or fusion bomb, because it's impossible for me to tell the difference in my dream! Worse than than would be a large meteor impact. But I can't recognize the movie.

Anyhow, the dream is prefaced with a type of scream. I would liken it to a banshee. I've never been able to get rid of the dream, and I consider it a form of (quite literal) bad omen, even though I know it's just a dream. Every single time I go through it, it feels like it's the first time I experience it, until I wake up, and realize I've had this dream many times before. It's just too realistic, but I'm sure it's entirely a product of my age and the era I got to live in. You can't get the Generation X out of me. We all grew up with that fear. We were the last generation to live in fear of nuclear holocaust.

[Deimos]

I have no clue what you guys are talking about. I didn't specify whether this was a fission or fusion bomb, because it's impossible for me to tell the difference in my dream! Worse than than would be a large meteor impact. But I can't recognize the movie...

Sorry, I got kind of derailed when Sorontar posted the scene from the movie (I don't know what movie it is either.)

About your dream....sorry about that too, but I can't help you.
I don't put much stock in my own dreams, no matter how disturbing they are, and I most definitely steer clear of discussing other people's dreams.
Besides, I read that dreams, even disjointed dreams, or maybe especially disjointed dreams, result from your brain sorting through and organizing recent events, ("events" defined as pretty much all of your recent, waking existence.)     

[Sorontar]

The movie is part of Star Wars: Rogue One and yes, the weapon that was used is the death star. Hence, it is worse than a nuclear bomb, but your dream description reminded me of that scene - people on a nice "pleasant" beach seeing the planet being destroyed on the horizon.

Sorontar

[J. Wilhelm]

I have no clue what you guys are talking about. I didn't specify whether this was a fission or fusion bomb, because it's impossible for me to tell the difference in my dream! Worse than than would be a large meteor impact. But I can't recognize the movie...

Sorry, I got kind of derailed when Sorontar posted the scene from the movie (I don't know what movie it is either.)

About your dream....sorry about that too, but I can't help you.
I don't put much stock in my own dreams, no matter how disturbing they are, and I most definitely steer clear of discussing other people's dreams.
Besides, I read that dreams, even disjointed dreams, or maybe especially disjointed dreams, result from your brain sorting through and organizing recent events, ("events" defined as pretty much all of your recent, waking existence.)     

Well, this is a kind of "post an interesting story" type of thread. I don't need an interpretation, because that dream in particular is very self explanatory. It's raw fear of cataclysm and lack of control over your situation. I've had many cataclysmic events in my life, and arguably my life has been out of control since 2007 plus another short interval between 1992, and 1994. Thisis about learning to roll with the punches and perhaps not being so sour when your life is not what you expected it to be.

But that's not interesting to me. I'd rather ponder on the possibility of an alternate reality somewhat channeled or at least simulated by my dreams. Though I suffer from sleep paralysis, which actually gives me the chance to analyze my brain function while partially asleep. And one of the things I've noticed is that not all of the parts of my brain are active. Either I will lack the ability to reason analytically, or I will lack the ability to remember something important that when fully awake will make me ask "why didn't I do this? Or tell myself" that's would have never happened. " Not all of the parts of your brain are working just before you wake up.

[J. Wilhelm]

The movie is part of Star Wars: Rogue One and yes, the weapon that was used is the death star. Hence, it is worse than a nuclear bomb, but your dream description reminded me of that scene - people on a nice "pleasant" beach seeing the planet being destroyed on the horizon.

Sorontar

He, he. I saw Rogue One two. I didn't make the connection (I don't remember that particular frame).

[SeVeNeVeS]

I was in a shared house with a bunch of Hells Angels, all discussing how I should Steampunk my Harley.

4 alsatian dogs in the house turned into alien chimera cross breeds of werewolf, scanning my brain for signs of compassion and general human kindness, I was considered alright , but could maybe do better.......

Whilst walking the dogs, an air display was taking place over the city, A plane soured upwards with smoke pouring out, one wing fell away, it then fell earthward bound, crashing into a small block of flats which then burst into flames after a massive explosion.

Both me and the dogs were panicking and wondering how to help as people fled from the building aflame and screaming in agony.

Seriously burnt and disfigured bodies everywhere..........

I then woke with a start and TBH felt really crap for almost 2 minutes

Slightly mild as dreams go, but at least I remembered some of it.

[rovingjack]

a dream where I was a 3 foot by 1/2 foot square beam of tofu soaked with too much sea water as it's squirted out onto a carpeted conveyer belt, where the banks that I went by accidentally filled out the paperwork wrong and made me a millionaire. Which I was too scared to use to buy super powers for everyone because I know I wouldn't survive jail on the moon for tax fraud?

fever dreams are amazing.

[SeVeNeVeS]

Last night I had another dream of dread, being faced with a demon/monster with no escape blah blah etc etc.....

To my surprise 2 of the chimera Alsations from my previous dream came to my assistance and we fought it together, never had that before, people or things in common, transferring from dream to dream, I named them Nip and Tuck because they need some cosmetic work to look anywhere normal.

I'm wondering if they will appear again in future dreams/ nightmares?

I wish I could draw, some of this could make fantastic art.

We shall see.............