Almost every time i got crazy dreams. Sometimes they're good, sometimes they're not. I would like to tell you 2 of my craziest dreams.

1.st
( Background to understand the things: I live in a 2 floored house with my mum, sis, granma and granpa, my mum, sis and me liveing in upstairs, and granparents lives in downstairs. My parents were divorced, this was so after that event.)
In upstairs i went from my room to the living room, where my father watching television with small animals(rabbits, squirrels and so on...) when i look down from the stairs, i hear a deep voice of a bear, who says: ,,Get out, even if i told to stay!" the whole house is shaked while he said this. Then he went upstairs looked at my father moved up & down his eyebrows then, he started to fight with my father for television remote control It was terribel see my father(who is a tall strong man) fighting with a trophy kind Grizzly bear just on the floor of the living room xD

2.nd
(Background: Our lot have got 2 buildings. An old kind one floor house and a 2 level house. In the one level house lives my great-granma who is 87 years old now ) So i just wanted to run to the big house from the smaller, but i wore concrete shoes, while velociraptors try to ctach me and eat me

When i will get an other crazy dream first i will tell it here

Calling this crazy?

I've got the whole bunch of crazy dreams and right now I have some time to write, so check this out:

This is one horror dream (not a nightmare, feeling in the dream itself wasn't so bad, but the story..).

I was traveling somewhere with my parents in a very old car. We were driving to the deep, rocky canyon (really one of the ways out of my town), when we suddenly stopped to take rest. Than I saw that there was a narrow way up through the big rock, leading somewhere deeper in the stone and wood. We went up there, when we saw a small café on the right side, where my parents went to drink something.
It suddenly turned out that I was supposed to look for my friend's house, which was somewhere up there, and I could get there by following that road. I went further and further, when I came to the crossroads. The way I came by was separating left and right. Left side was dark, leading through the shades and darkness, rocks and wild bushes, a very narrow way deeply carved into the stone. Right road was very wide, sun was shining over it and no rocks or woods were on it. It was very flat although it wasn't concrete. I took that one.
I was all alone. I couldn't see the end, but I was constantly walking and walking when I finally couldn't see even where did I come from. Everything was the same, and in front of me was nothing but horizon. Suddenly, I saw something. Six people dressed in long, gray, hooded coats were passing by me, incredibly quiet and mysterious, carrying a coffin. It was really disturbing scene, but I kept on walking like nothing has happened.
That happened once again, and after that, around the road small houses, made of stone, mud, straws and so started appearing. It looked like a small, poor village in a country that's poor itself and where people lived like in the tribe. I started thinking about going back but I wasn't sure am I closer to the canyon or my friend, although then I was already doubting that I was on the right course.
And than I started seeing people by the road, but just from their backs. But they were just standing, standing and doing nothing, like they just stopped in time. And when I approached one of the houses, I saw an elderly woman holding a child, also stopped. Her face was looking like she was just screaming, and was suddenly stopped in the middle of it, and the child was crying. Their skins, their faces were not normal. It looked like they were made of wax and like they were melting on the sun. And now the people in gray carrying coffins were passing constantly.
I was scared at that point, but for some reason I continued going forward, when a man, normal, alive man approached me from behind and stopped me, whispering "Go back, come with me. Don't proceed, it's not safe". I don't remember anything else except that I went back.

Wow, Stephen King, anyone?

Anyway, some time ago something really strange happened to me. I dreamt that our dog had to be killed for medical reasons, and I was the one who had to do that, in our backyard. I was crying. The weirdest thing was that I also woke up crying.

That's not so weird. It happens often to everyone when they're having such a bad dream.

Could be. But when I was a little kid, I cried so much that after ten years, I thought it was enough for the rest of my life. But yeah, it was not just your average nightmare, at least for me.

Yeah, it's not that weird... I occasionally have that happen too, that I wake up crying from a dream, usually when I'm crying in the dream as well...

I have noticed that when I wake up in the morning, see it's not time yet to get up, turn around and fall asleep again, that that's when I have the weirdest dreams.... alas I'm having trouble remembering them these days...

I always say, when you JUST wake up, that is when you're still half-asleep, repeat it in your head like a story and you'll remember it.

Last night I dreamed about Hansi coming to my grandmother's house for her birthday. There were only few of us relatives and Hansi played music on a stereo and sang along... Only two songs, both from At the Edge of Time, and I remember that the second one was Control the Divine. I was sitting on the opposite side of the table, singing loudly and enjoying... But then Hansi realized that the rest of Blind Guardian wasn't even there and that they won't come at all, he realized that it was stupid to sing for only 5 or 6 people and he wanted to leave... I was begging him not to and awoke...