Well I dreamed I had a step dad and he came into my stall in the toilet, tried to drug me and started molesting me. Time went by in the dream and he got me again, doing more sexual stuff to me. The next scene was him coming into my room trying to stab me with scissors if I didn't sleep with him and he raped me. I became his sexual prisoner and managed to escape for a while staying at a friends, but somehow ended back up at the house to get something of mine and he found me and grabbed me, making me his sexual prisoner again.

Who the fuck dreams stuff like this?

I had one when i woke up to no hair :(

It frightened you initially, but then you remembered you were only 13...

I had a dream that I was on a trip to Edinburgh zoo when all of a sudden terrorists attacked Edinburgh! Me and a small group of tourists were tasked with defending the city using Arthur's Seat as a vantage point and fighting off terrorists with cannonballs.

Last night I dreamt that I got a new kitten. I had a litter to choose from and they were all so cute. I now have the urge to get a kitten.:laughing:

I don't even know where to begin. :shycouch:

I've always wanted to be at Edinburgh Zoo on Bonfire Night, I can imagine it gets a little crazy.

yeah, it would probably be cool. I haven't been to the zoo for years, hoping to go over the summer cause it's amazing!

Double Post, but this will be worth it;

Here is my dream from last night.

I'm in a small piece of land surrounded by a high brick wall, it's possibly late summer or perhaps a late spring afternoon. The land is no bigger than your average allotment, only it is empty apart from the occasional tuft of grass and empty flower pot and an old worn down tree.

The tree can talk. The tree though is depressed. For many thousands of years the withered oak has occupied his same position braving the elements and the lapse of time itself. Each day his eyes would burn from exposure to direct sunlight.
But, he can't move. He's a tree.

There is an old man in the garden, he's planting a row of seeds. I watch him as he gradually fades, just then a monkey appears unbeknown to me, he looks like a non animated version of Family Guy's Evil Monkey.

The Monkey climbs to the top of the wall, where he begins to screw off the top of the wall, which is a stump, possibly once upon a time it were an artistic stone sculpture, but years of weathering had left it to become no more than the mere stump it currently is. The monkey with evil intentions twists and twists at the stump of stone gradually weakening it before it unceremoniously falls and knocks me out.

The head trauma I suffered was so severe that for the next 60 years I drifted in and out of comas. Between each coma I did little other than sleep and have blackouts.
When I awoke, things had changed. Everyone I had known had died.

All that remained were the tree, the old man, who was well over 200 years old by now and I. The monkey had been impounded, the tree would reveal to me that charges could not be placed on him as he was ineligible for prosecution, as he was a monkey.
So, for 60 years the monkey had waited along with other impounded possessions waiting on somebody freeing him from captivity.

The tree was much more upbeat despite being the bearer of such bleak news. During my absence there had been an Ice Age which had killed off the majority of Earth's population, yet the process of glacial erosion had caused the tree to be uprooted and carried to a shady spot in front of the now cracked backwall.
The sun was no longer in his eyes, and he wore ribbons of purple and neon green despite looking paler in complexion.

The gardener still wearing his same overalls and plaided shirt was on his knees putting the finishing touches to his garden. He had planted his final row of nettles.
Despite the deposits of stone and mud that the Ice Age had brought to the garden, which had now been dubbed 'The Secret Garden' by the old man, he continued to persevere and had succeeded in planting the nettles.

We spoke and he said I may proceed into the next garden. The garden to which I was not aware of its existence, however I could not enter alone.
My age, as well as my lack of life experience made it a considerable danger for me to enter solo.
I looked to the tree for companionship. He could not oblige, because he was a tree.
The old man had spent too much time in the Secret Garden and it was too late for him to move on now.
Had I wanted to enter I would have had to find another person who was willing and able.

I had to enter because there was something I had to see, something I must experience, but also there were perilous dangers. The old man and tree warned me of them but did not divulge their identity.

It was then, I woke up.

I recently stopped smoking the ganja and I have been having extremely vivid dreams out the ass as of late. It's pretty sweet. I should start a sleep journal cause I've been able to remember everything that happened in my dreams right after I wake up. Then I'll be one step closer to lucid dreaming, and one step closer to banging Angelina Jolie... in my dreams.