i know what you mean James.
i sometimes dream ive woken up and gone to toilet,then i wake up for real busting for a piss.
also if your eyes get stuck shut with sleep chunks then its sometimes hard to tell if youre awake or not if all is still dark.

the worst one i had is that i dreamt i had woken up from a nightmare,then went into my parents room to tell them i had a bad dream,they told me its was ok and to put the light on and sit with them for a bit.as i switched the light on they were all zombified and parts of thier face were falling off as they slowly started sitting up.
i then screamed/shouted and coz my eyes were slowly opening for real,i still half asleeply saw a shadow/figure standing over me.
i then started freaking out/shouting more until my mum finally knocked my door and switched my light on,and she kept a safe distance as i kicked out until i was aware that im finally awake.
it was like i had serious issues

so it was pretty much me trying to snap out of it multiple times.ive never had that ever again in years.thank fuck

I've had that zombie parents dream when i was a kid, seriously freaked me out. Couldn't go into their room through absolute fear of it being true...

Right last night i had a mentalist one.

I dreamt i was having tea and scones at Steven Kings shack, but it wasn't really Steven King it was Pennywise the clown. So as you can imagine I left there in a hurry, then i stumbled into a wedding.

This wedding was between Jonny K and a girl i quite fancy at work, i for some reason sat through the whole ceremony (which was some mad catholic/jewish amalgam craziness). At this point i was feeling both excellent and horribly depressed to i left once again.

I obviously decided at this point to break into a little parkour around London city (or at least my imagination's version) which consisted mainly of industrial waste land and repeating cemeteries, I then played five aside with bin men.

So yeah, that was a lot of fun.

hahaha madness!

I had a really strange one about an hour ago, I was at a festival sort of thing (this basis for a dream has happened a few times in the couple of months, im guessing cos festival is my ultimate freedom) but yeah, this festival sort of place was so mad and there were security guards and drug dealers selling drugs before you got to the security bit, then walked down this hedged path off to the left before the main entrance, and then i had to take these 2 german shepherd dogs with me (?! I think one had bitten my leg in a previous dream?!), anyways, i got to this place and it was kinda like an entrance to a bunker and other people were in there, and it was al underground (looked like the crazy back tunnels in the underground if anyone's had to walk through there?) and i had to find some place to put the dogs cos they had to be given to someone.. then i had to try find the festival in these tunnels and walked for ages, loads of other people were there and trying to find the way, and in the last bit before i woke up everyone was walking down this tunnel that was insanely steep and my shoes wouldnt grip the floor and i just slid down it, but everyone was walking fine!

that's not the order it happened in, well that's sort of the last half of the dream, i really can't remember how it started but i walked out of the festival before goin back in.... hmmm realistic-ish dreams are great!

I have fucking ridiculously weird and terrifying nightmares every bastarding night.

It tends to vary - sometimes it'll have weird fuced up monster things similar to what you'd see in your average SIlent Hil game, others will just be... well, purely mental. I have a recurring Tetris-style dream every so often which is literally a neverending game of Tetris, and I'll wake up in a blod cold sweat. Its completely and utterly bizarre.

This is why I'm always tired, because I actually hate having these fucking stupid nightmares. Fucking Russians.

Have you tried/considered going to some sort of therapy-man, if it's a serious problem of life? I wonder if that would help, that sort of thing interests me quite a lot, whether or not those sorts of things work and all that stuff.

I heard/read somwhere that when you dream if you look at a clock you can't actually read the time or if you can you can look at it again a second later and it will be different (that's how you can figure out if you're dreaming). Sometimes when I'm kind of half asleep but am aware than I am half asleep, I make use of the lack of order. Like the other day I was just drifting off and decided to try and read something (in the dream) and at first the letters/words were just basically nonsense, and I found it very ammusing. Then they actually just starting changing and eventually they weren't even letters, just a mess of weird changing symbols and shit, then it got quite distressing because I could make absolutely no sense of anything so I woke up and realised how absolutely bizarre the experience was!

i was in a lucid dream and did all the shit i read on wikipedia to try and figure out whether i was dreaming, looked in a mirror-looked sexy as usual, looked at a clock-seemed fine, looked at my hand-had all normal amount of fingers. some people say you cant read in dreams but thats bullshit aswell as i have read books many times in dreams.

Shenanigans.

I'm too lazy to try and figure out what's going on in a dream.

Ho ho.

Last night I had a wicked dream!!!

It started out with me thinking, "hmm, I haven't seen that Reanimator guy around for ages, he was sooo cool; I wonder what happened to him..." . Then I picked up this cereal box and the cereal was called Reanimator, on the front was this really nerdy looking guy with short dark hair and big ears and motorbike leathers on, and I was like, "that guy is so fucking metal". He was like an icon, really uncool looking back but in the dream he was like the coolest guy ever.


I also dreamt I parked my car on a piece of pavement which was blatantly at least half the size of my car, and thinking back I can't picture how it looked but in the dream I managed it. I moved it in the end though cause I thought I might get told off for leaving it there.

I also had another dream where something really strange (but cool) happened, unfortunately it's too difficult to explain. But Bill Baily was in it.

after recently reading through my book 'the killing of tupac shakur'(the legendary westside gangster rapper)i had a dream last night about 3 masked up homeboys bangin on my door and my mum and dad wondered what the hell all the racket was about.i said 'stay in the hallway its my beef' and i had this sledgehammer even though it was pointless against semi automatic guns.
i thought if i could open the door fast enough i may have a chance to hammer the guns out their hands
i opened the door and coz th sledgehammer was so long and heavy it was rather futile and i couldnt even lift it quick enough.
bullets then ripped through me and my parent got blasted too but none of us were in pain.it was weird rahter than tragic.
i then asked the masked G's to step outside and "try again".
it was like someone had 're-wound' us all with a remote and all the wounds healed and everything was reversed up until them bangin on the door.
anyway,i said "ready",and they bursted in again but this time i managed to hammer a pistol out of one of their hands,but that didnt matter coz the other 2 had a shotgun and a machine gun and blasted me and my parents again.
we still did not die,there was panic but i said "everyone calm down,lets try for the third time lucky". but after saying this they couldnt be bothered to reason with me and carried on shooting.i tried to play dead and heard my parents screaming etc then i woke up.

i didnt scream or shout when i woke up,although i was a bit hot as the weather has been humid.

my advice is:read nice fairytales instead when doing bedtime reading.

Hahahaha, that's great!

When in Majorca i drank far too much and spent the night on the bathroom floor on a lilo and had an amazing dream. It seemed real aswell. Jon was working for Iron Maiden. And i was talking to him at a gig and he got me backstage and got me a job. And i was working some spotlight from behind the stage. I only remember doing it for The Trooper and Aces High. And then i woke up a little but not fully and tried to carry on dreaming as it was far too good, but i knew it wasnt real which was upsetting.

Bloody hell Dan, why wasn't your dream real?!!!