Awesome! Weird dream thread!

Weirdest/scariest dream I ever had went something like this...
I'm walking along in some desert. The sun is extremely hot and the clouds are moving overhead extremely fast. The sun would get covered, uncovered, covered, uncovered... really quickly. In the distance, I see some glint of light. As I go closer to it, I see it's this big building made entirely of glass. Leading up to the building is an extremely tall, extremely wide stone staircase. I climb the staircase, and at the top, encounter a man holding a newspaper up to his face so I can't see what he looks like. I say something to him, but he doesn't respond. So I yell, he doesn't respond. Every time I try to talk, all I really "experience" in the dream is that I open my mouth and TRY to make noise. I can't make a sound though. Once I stop trying to talk, he slowly puts down his newspaper and looks directly at me. Turns out it is an old man with very dark eyes. After looking at me for a second, he lifts his right arm and points to the right, where there's a glass door leading into the building.

I hustle inside and see dozens of people sitting around a huge open area at long tables. All of them are reading different things. Books, magazines, newspapers. Just like the old man, I can't see their faces. I stand there for a second, and all at the same time, they all slam down what they are reading and stare directly at me- like I broke in to the building or something. After staring at me for what seemed like a long time, they all slowly pick up their arms and point in different directions. This confuses and scares me, so I run to the back corner of the glass building, which turns out to be a library. I know that somehow, I am there to find a blue book with gold lettering. I reach onto the shelf, and on my first try, I find the book. I sprint back the way I came, past the open hall (where nobody is stiting anymore) and out the front door (where the old man is also gone).

I'm standing at the top of the stone staircase looking out over the desert, and see that the sun is gone, and the sky has turned a shade of gray. The clouds are black. This confuses me, and I start down the staircase with the book in hand. As I go down about four steps, I see a woman standing about ten steps from the bottom, slightly to my left. Again, I try yelling to her (she "felt" familiar). Nothing. So I walk closer. I yell again. Nothing. She's standing in a long white dress with black hair covering her face so I can't tell definitively who it is. So I move closer, yelling the whole way, trying to get her to respond.

Eventually I'm on the step above her and yell one last time, and she looks up, her hair moving away from her face. She has blood covering both her lips and dripping onto her dress. She grabs my face and tries to kiss me....


... and that's where I woke up. It sounds totally like a Dali painting, and not terribly scary, but I never woke up with my heart beating so fast or such a cold sweat. I was really shaken for about an hour after I woke up. So, despite the fact that it wasn't terribly scary on the surface, my subconscious REALLY didn't like something that was going on in that dream.

Syd Lexia wrote:

Kubo, if that's not copypasta, that's impressive

Nope, not copypasta. Had the dream about 5-6 years ago if I recall. A few hours before a hockey game against St. Thomas Aquinas College. What's weird is I STILL remember virtually every detail of that dream. It's the only dream that I've ever had that has affected me to that extent. I guess just because it was so damn vivid.