Dreamt that I was stranded on an island for an unknown length of time. I came up on a field of rabbits that I knew would be my food source. I almost lunged for them until I thought long term for a second and decided to try to kill the craftiest, leanest rabbits possible so that I could have an idiocracy of fat rabbits that don't run away when you hunt them. I hid behind a bush for a while I watched them do rabbit **** before I stood up. Some of them scattered and I tried to get a good look at them for future reference since they were obviously the hardest to catch (they just looked like rabbits). I took a few steps forward and most of the remaining ones ran away. Those would be the ones I would eat if I was desperate and couldn't catch any of the first group, but for the ones that stayed and ate grass as I walked toward them, I decided that they wouldn't be eaten for a long time, if at all. Then one looked at me like it knew what I was thinking, which scared the **** out of me when I realized that these were actually the craftiest. I started fearing for my life that they would turn on me first then I woke up.

Fell asleep listening to Schoenberg and it gave me the creepiest nightmare. I was in this big abandoned building with sickly blue and orange lighting and I couldn't find my way out. I was pretty panicked cause everywhere I went I'd see this dessicated, mummified, corpse/skeleton thing, but it was also not entirely human as it was also kinda scarecrowish like it wasn't clear whether it was covered in dry, tattered flesh, torn cloth, or straw, or what. And it's face was a skull with no lips but I just knew it was smiling.

It didn't move though. It'd just be sitting in a chair, seeming to taunt me as it followed me without ever moving. But if I tried to hurt it it would finally stand up, moving like some puppet on strings and I'd book it.

Was considerably creepier than most nightmares I've ever had. So I'm gonna throw on Schoenberg tonight and see what happens.

yikes, I respect that you're brave enough to give in to curiosity. I don't recall having had any music-induced nightmares, but I had a vivid nightmare after watching Tarkovsky's the Mirror once. I don't remember what it was about though

I had a dream about a year or so ago on the sleeping meds I was on, and several where I was playing video games that I had created from my subconscious.

I recently began creating one of these games, Backdoor, as well as an accompanying soundtrack I purchased from Tim Maxwell who is an incredible artist.

Anyways the game is kind of odd to explain as it's still in it's beginning stages, but it's gonna be like a 16 button click operation with a small screen indicating areas of the facility in game.

So the other night in a dream I somehow acquired an affectionate, highly fearful, small-dog-sized tarantula for a pet. She lives in a duffel bag. No she does not have a name because it's a dream. Anyways...

Just woke up from a long, rambling dream involving a prank war and the people I was at war with disturbed my living space. With an adorably terrified screech my pet giant spider jumped out of her duffel bag and ran toward me for safety, but I am not a willing spider owner cause it's a ****ing dream so now I'm running for MY life cause I don't trust my subconscious not to have a go at me.

Notice that this incident and my acquisition of the spider (who I have just now decided to dub Nancy) happened on different nights and in different dreams. Meaning that my subconscious has now adopted a spider which it considers both lovable companion and nightmare.

Guffaw XD

Dreamt you got pwned by n00bs?

in the tail end of this dream I was having I found myself exploring this small and vaguely hospital-esque building, though the corridor I was wandering also put me in the mind of a school or even some weird strip mall. I walked to the end of this hall and turned around to leave through the entrance where I came in after finding nothing of interest, when doors on both sides of the hall started to discharge the occupants of their rooms. So as I neared the exit I was awash in a tide of hurried students and staff when I heard a voice call "stop and face the wall, keep your eyes straight". I thought it was something to do with the students, some drill or exercise, so at first I just continued on, but got anxious seeing everyone around me sidling up on the walls and I followed suit. Even amidst the pleas to keep eyes on the wall I couldn't help but sneak a glance at the passing procession issuing the commands, because I had now begun to hear these uncanny birdlike yips coming from the same source. The sounds were simultaneously alien and familiar, like the human voice apparatus was being used by decidedly unhuman beings unfamiliar with the mechanics, an instrument played by someone with no concept of music. From the corner of my eye I looked toward the doors and saw a shadow there like a light was projected straight ahead from the other end of the hall. It was a relatively formless mass, but from its edges I kept seeing weird intermittent twitches and jumps. I watched as a quartet of officers in military gear escorted in their middle a doctor who appeared to be carrying a swaddled newborn. This is where the cries were coming from, now horribly close and grotesque, the very sound sending me into a panic. While I had my eyes on the doctor, an unmistakably crablike limb thrusted itself over his shoulder, first spasming like the shadow, then seeming to curl over the shoulder possessively, like whatever was being held didn't want to be let go. The claw was clad in the blue of an evening sea, armored in a rigid exoskeleton. Its unforgettable cries echoed in the hall even after the group was gone, and without noticing everyone else's departure, I was alone again.

The crab baby is clearly capitalism, comrade.

I had a dream where I was hanging out with J Dilla. We were smoking blunts wrapped in full palm trees when he pulled off his arm and lined it up on my turntable. He took off his leg and put it on my other turntable and began spinning them into this really intense noise death metal sound. It was getting really intense and the needles were grinding down the flesh. He took the arm off of the turntable then reached into his head, pulled out his brain, and put it on the player. The crazy noise subsided and it played this overwhelmingly beautiful otherworldly music. We watched the needle sinking deeper and deeper into the folds as it played until the player stopped. When it stopped, I realized Dilla was gone and woke up.