I hate those dreams when you're driving and the pedals disappear.

I feel like that's basically what hell would be like.

!! I actually thought about that exact thread as I was typing my reply (since that whole scenario is one of my greatest irrational fears)
I love that subreddit, it's so entertaining.

Oh man I can't bring myself to read that again, but damn, what a story. I think about it often.

Last night I dreamt I was back in college and back with my college girlfriend. We were taking a literature class together where we had to write essays using a code the professor had created. His code was designed so only four letters could communicate as much information as a long complicated paragraph. Unfortunately, I failed to master the code so I wrote a paper in standard English and that caused me to fail the class. When my girlfriend found out she dumped for a guy who understood the code.

I dreamt I was my dad and instead of treating me like **** I was real nice.

I also had a sex dream. My lover was a beautiful woman with a big dick. In the end she left me to join a motorcycle gang led by Ronnie James Dio. She tried not to say goodbye but I ran her down. Then during the goodbye scene I wasn’t there but in my place was a woman who gave my girlfriend a souvenir picture of the two of them together. Then she off on her motorcycle. The dream took place on a beach and my chick with a dick girlfriend was always nude. Woke up with really solid morning wood.

Were you still your dad when you were ****ing the dick chick?

No

And we never ****ed

And interesting question

It's one of those posts that would be great to drop in the Spam Thread a year from now without any context.

Some fragments:

-Nighttime, maybe 3 am? I was sitting at a wooden picnic table which was in the center of a cul de sac of sorts that was surrounded by oak trees. Someone I didn't recognize was seated across from me eating a stack of large mushrooms with maple syrup on top. He suggested that I go pick a pomegranate from the tree and eat that. "I can't eat anything that grows above the earth unless it's given to me," I told him. I knew that if I ate anything I wouldn't be allowed back into the place I came from that night. (At this point I woke up briefly due to a flash that occurred in the corner and what looked like a silhouette of someone in my room, kind of like a photo negative.)

-I was now in yet an another unknown wooded grove lit by a single street light. I was waiting for my brother to arrive by bus. He did, and we talked for a few minutes (which was highly unusual because IRL he is totally non-verbal). Mainly about being sick and whatnot. He left, and I left too, intending to maybe go buy horchata somewhere. (Though I felt the strong sensation that I was waiting for someone or that someone was waiting for me; they had a gravitational pull which was unsettling) I walked down the sidewalk out of the woods and on either side of the path there were large dirt hills and petrified trees, so, very desolate and creepy, but I saw all this and thought "There is definitely a portal here, and also maybe treasures?" so I began digging around on my hands and knees, hoping to find some interesting rocks at the very least. And then I thought "Oh! I need dowsing rods! Duh" and so I scurried back into the wooded area (which was only about 300 feet away) and looked for some sticks that would suffice. I found them in just a few minutes and went back to the strange petrified tree land even though I sort of wanted to stay and lie down. I started trying to find this portal with the dowsing rods-- I'd first start by crawling around quietly and just listening very intently for a whirring (dream-me was a portal expert I guess), waiting for a drop in air pressure, something like that, so that I knew where to start digging and/or dowsing. My phone vibrated in my pocket-- a storm warning. I was thrilled of course. It began raining lightly, and the moment it did I felt drawn to one particular giant thing that looked like this in the distance and my nose began to bleed. My dowsing rods led me to it, and I felt very dizzy suddenly. I crept around to the other side of the giant petrified wood stump and right below it there was a very small, perfectly round pool of thick blackish-blue water that you could not see through. I felt the STRONG urge to step into the water and sink down into it because obviously this was the portal but unfortunately I woke up and that was the end of that (yet again due to spooky noises in my room.)

Had a dream during my nap but I didn't write it down, so I can't remember most of it:

It was Christmas and I was attending a wake at a stranger's house. (A rather nice though not very large house, with paintings all over the walls and lots of antiques and big giant windows. It was snowing outside.) I think it was in Georgia somewhere deep in the woods. I knew about half of the people there and the rest were strangers. The person who died was the grandfather of someone I knew and I saw his ghost puttering around in the kitchen at one point. I chose to lurk in the corner of the room. There was a man seated in a high-backed dark red chair in the living room; he was holding a small painting in his lap. A dozen or so people were lined up to his left; he was facing away from them, toward me instead though I couldn't see his face-- it was blurry and partly obscured by his hair. He was dressed nicely but a bit disheveled. Whenever the next person in line approached him, they'd whisper something and he would nod either yes or no after staring down at the painting for a few minutes as though it were a scrying mirror. After a while he began ignoring them and started silently mouthing something to me but I couldn't understand what he was saying, and he apparently could not get up to come tell me and I was too stubborn to leave the warm fireplace area. I gave up and walked over to the kitchen to forage for food; the only thing remaining was a bowl of salmon roe caviar placed on top of an ornate copper serving platter. I dumped out the caviar on the plate and formed it into a giant question mark shape, and brought it to the man in the chair without a word and then ran off to go lay in the snow outside.