Oh boy, I have some doozies to share
The big recurring one is that I just wander aimlessly in a ash-covered, dilapidated version of the real world, I've dubbed this the "ash world", and it appears almost nightly. I'll share some ones that stuck out for not being just mindless wandering
I've been keeping logs of these for quite some time, actually, I have dozens of weird, vivid, and lucid concepts, as I write these down first thing when I wake up.
[blockquote]In the dream, I was working some late-night job at the Ingles in cleveland, there really wasn't anyone around, I round the corner of an aisle pushing a buggy, and on the far end of the aisle was someone dressed like Satori Komeji. They are just standing there, and I say "Hello?" They turn around, and start *teleporting* toward me, moving about 10 feet closer every time they appear, and they grab me by my head and throw me backwards, I get up, and start running to my car, and I can see them phasing in and out towards me in the parking lot's lights, I get in the car just as they get near, and I lock the door, and they are just going insane, clawing at the door and banging on the windows, and I start the car, and for whatever reason, I threw it into reverse, and rammed them with the car, smashing them between the side of the supermarket and the front of the car. But of course, they aren't dead, and punch out the windshield, waking me up[/blockquote]
[blockquote]Basically, me and the family had gone on a road trip, and we stopped in Nashville for a few days for some reason, we stayed in this old brown-stone building that had been converted to a hotel/inn on one side, and in the other half of the building was some kind of "mountain museum" showcasing old antiques from the early 1900s, that kind of thing.
While we were there, the museum got one hell of a delivery. It was a early sort of vending machine, a massive machine made of wood and cast iron, painted an awful green color. And then the weird stuff started happening. Things started disappearing from the museum half, and changing places in the morning. The guy running the museum also dissappeared. The vending machine had been re-located, or re-located itself to the center of the museum's foyer. At night, you could see a weird green glow between the boards of the walls. The museum stopped opening, and you could hear the sounds of scraping metal and creaking wood through the walls. Anyone who went in, didn't come back out. Wondering what's up, I snuck in the back door, but didn't get far before getting caught and confronted.... by the three people that had disappeared. They seemed human at first, but then their movements got twitchy, strange, and uncanny. Their voices cracked occasionally. They started talking about how they planned to "open this place to the world, and share their "treats" with the public at large."
Their movements continued to get more disjointed, until it happened, they started coming apart, like melting wax dummies. cast iron machinery started splitting open their skin. They started looking less like people, and more like inanimate objects that belonged in the museum. They were far from inanimate, though, marching forward as they chanted, encouraging me to "eat! eat! eat!"[/blockquote]
[blockquote]The dream started in the church, y'know, the one that both you and I went to. People were hiding in there because for some reason, monsters had been appearing recently. I walked into the older, creaky part of the church, where the bathrooms were, only to find myself in a maze of old, creaky rooms, like 100 old manors strung together. I wasn't alone, though, there were creatures following me through this maze of abandoned, empty rooms. Eventually, I was cornered by a shadowy being, that had multiple arms, but no legs. It hovered above the floor, and had a single white eye in is 'head'. It stood there, towering over me. In fear, I yelled, askinh it why it was doing this. What I didn't expect was an answer. It explained that creatures like itself had been constantly hunted, locked up, expermented on, kept secret, and that strange creatures hunted humans because they wanted revenge. Other creatures gathered, everything from twisted, terrifying humanoids to moving objects and sculptures. I told them that what they were doing was no better than what people had done to them, and that if this was ever going to end, someone was goong to have to be the better entity. I explained that they had been hunting humans so long, that people associate their appearances with terror and fear. The creatures stopped approaching, and took on less aggresive stances. I asked them one by one what their stories were. The one-eyed shadow being was apparently a soldier during world war one, that had lost its squadmates and its form, to the fighting. I told it that because of its hunting, countless other people had lost their squadmates as well. It nodded, and dissappeared into a red rift in the floor. A similar process followed with all the other entities, with me asking for their stories, a lot of them had been human once, somehow I emparted sympathy on them, with all of them either vanishing, walking away, or becoming tame. Eventually, I found my way out of the maze of creaky wood and plaster, and back to everyone else. Who weren't hiding anymore.[/blockquote]