That's not Woody

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Weirdest damn dream I've ever had. At times it got graphic. The strangest part was when God and Satan were in a grocery store. This dream was hilarious and horrifying at the same time.



The first part, there was a cartoon by Jhonen Vasquez (Invader Zim) that scared me. The characters would get changed vision to seeing the world in red tones. Then they could see small monsters everywhere. I admitted to my brother that the cartoon creeped me out. The place was at night, a street in the city, wide open, dark, and wet from a recent rain.

It changed to a grocery store, I was there with my brother and mother alternately. My vision suddenly started flashing to red, and I saw the monsters with the glowing eyes each time. It happened twice, it was terrifying both times.

Then I was on a blue youtube page, the channel owner was whom I assume to be a Satanist, and he had a goth look and long black hair, and he gave video lectures about his religion.

It changed back to the street, where there were lumps under a brown tarp. I peeked underneath, and there were little evil people under it with glinting eyes. They had large heads and thin arms, really a lot like the Jhonen Vasquez art style. They pulled me under, they were followers of that guy on youtube. He was lecturing, we could hear it under the tarp. There was a talking skull, the youtube guy. He had long brown hair sprouting from his bony scalp. His followers began pinching my arm with their sharp little nails, and I half-woke up, terrified and screaming in a quiet, weak way.

I was lucid dreaming, I was conscious through a lot of it, and little sentences of my own consciousness kept drifting around. I told myself to not think about how scary that was, and look, it was kinda light out, the light from the morning made the wall by my bed white. White like snow...

The second part was different, it started nice. I was with my dad's side of the family at some tourist attraction like a zoo. It was evening, outside, lots of people in an open place ringed with trees and buildings. My cousins Danny and Vanessa were there, and I had toddlers attached to each of my hands. There was a line of people, and my dad had a camcorder, and went towards the line, filming. There was a parking lot. I can't remember exactly, but something evil started to happen.

So we started walking away, leaving. The scene then felt like a school campus, it felt like the mood of Edward Scissorhands, which I've seen recently. We got to my car, there's something about a wedding dress. It's white and frilly, with blue ribbons and accents, it felt like it had to do with death. My car was filled with snow. We and the others sweep the snow out, and I lay the dress on the passenger's side.

I was half-conscious. I was sick of how each dream scene would steer to being evil. I told myself, God needs to win. I'm sick of the evil in this dream. I felt myself imagining my bizarre dream, changing it so God would win.

The third sequence was really really strange. It was in a grocery store and the aisles were barren. I was on one end of the store, and stuff happened that I can't remember.

Then God and Satan were there. Satan was wearing a white shirt under a black cloak, and a hat with a wide brim all the way around. He had a pointy face, and a black mustache and goatee. It's still really vivid in my head how he looked. Satan had killed everyone. Everything was so empty, no people, just God and Satan. There were no blood or bodies. It was done and everyone was gone.

God said, "Now what? Everyone's dead. They're all with me, what did you think happened after death? Now what are you gonna do?" Satan realized, horrified, that there was nothing next. God made a family materialize in front of Satan. There were some grandparents, their children, and their little toddler grandchildren. They were playing and happy.

Satan watched them laugh and play, horrified, anguished, and full of rage. He started running to where I had been, in the far aisle on the end. God floated beside him, reclining on his side and floating like a ghost right through the aisles. Satan was solid, he couldn't go through stuff.

I remember thinking, "What should God look like, I'm trying to make this visual representation of God. Should He be invisible? Or like a cloud of energy? Or an old man?" I was thinking this as He floated through the aisles as Satan ran. This was weird that I was manipulating the dream as it was happening.

The last part of the dream got horribly disturbing, and graphic. I've had graphic dreams before, but sodomy?!

We were in the car driving through a desert at night. My mother was driving. We were listening to my iPod, but I'd unplugged it and listened to it with headphones instead. We took a hairpin turn (a left turn to be specific), and there were some Pixar characters in the road, and to their left was a huge, dusty clay wall, like the walls of a fortress. There were 5 characters, and they weren't actually from a real Pixar movie, but I knew they were for sure Pixar characters.

I said, "Hey, I've seen this movie!" Apparently, them on the road in the desert was a scene from the movie theater that I remembered.

One guy was a yellow blob. Another was tall. Anyway, we ran the blob over. He was smeared on our tires, yellow.

I said, "We should have run other the other one instead."

The dream changed. The gates to that dusty clay wall fortress were closed, and there were a group of people who wanted inside. I was viewing this from above, and the people were simple humanoid, stick people shapes, just shaped like humans like the pictures on men's/women's restroom signs. It felt like watching a video game, you know, from above.

Guess what, the dream took an evil turn. Why am I not surprised. Inside the gates was an evil land, I guess it was hell or something. From above I could see the other side, it was the same dusty desert ground on both sides of the gate.

To get inside hell or whatever, the people had to do evil acts to get the gate to open. So four little humans stepped forward. Two dropped to their knees and started rimming another two. After that was done, they started anal intercourse with those who they'd rimmed. Humping humping human figures.

Sodomy did the trick. The gates opened and part of the group ran inside. The gates closed. Black human figures took form out of the ground and circled and attacked the group, lassoing them and killing them, even kicking them when they were down. Satan came by, he was a small floating thing like this one monster from FFXII (a game I played before I went to bed). He had his hat and goatee still, and his black cloak. He oversaw the black figures as they wrapped the others in body bags of different dark toned colors. They were a lot like sleeping bags.

There were paperclips, it was a lot like watching a little video or a video game. It was like fastforwarded stop-frame animation as the bodies were piled up and wrapped in paperclips. The sun rose and set in sped up time as I looked at the pile of body bags.

Then, Woody from Toy Story took form from the dirt. He lay on the ground in a tangled pile of limbs. He woke up with a start, screaming about how was late for a hot date with a girl with big tits. No lie, that was what he said. The girl's number was written on his boot.

He stumbled outside the gate, to where the other Pixar characters were. I remember thinking, "Oh no, they think that's the real Woody!" Another fleeting thought (bizarre) was, "Man, children watch this? This is totally inappropriate for children, I'm terrified and I'm not even a kid." (Toy Story 3 was in theaters recently).

The last thing I remember was sitting in the drivers seat of the Kubota (a four wheeled terrain vehicle, for work use), which had a cab and windows and doors. My dog Chester was next to me.

It was night, we were in a parking lot, and there were cars filled with people on all sides. It was from my own perspective again.

An animal slid in the open window. It was some sort of catlike thing, and it hung upside down from the ceiling. It was white with large blue flowers on it, almost like a pice of pottery It wouldn't leave, I tried getting it to move and it would just growl at me.

I looked away for a second and saw movement on the passengers side, and the cat was gone. I looked at Chester and thought, "Aww, man! Now Chester's possessed."

The window on the passengers side rolled down and Chester stood up on two paws to see out the window. It was an old woman, a friendly looking grandmother. I changed to being her old grandfather husband.

I got out of the car, and followed her to her car, where she sat in the drivers seat. She motioned to in front of us, in front of the car, to where Satanic boy was lecturing again. All the cars were facing to him, it was like a drive-in theater (which I've been planning to go to lately).

She said, "Now, why don't you come and listen?"

The last thought through my head was a lucid half conscious thought of "Can't this dream stop turning evil? I don't have to put up with this, I should just wake up."

Which I did, finally. It took a while to get out of that post-dream mode where reality hasn't become real yet. It took like 5 minutes to convince myself that nothing like that had happened, and I was still horrified that my dream was as graphic to have rimming, buttsecks, the humping, the violent humping of the faceless, featureless human figures, and a pile of dead bodies in body bags in the desert. And Woody from hell?

Weird, so damn weird. Why was this dream so blatantly good and evil, the themes were obvious. In real life, I don't think of things in terms, "That's Satanic," or "That's holy and righteous, that's of God." It's so bizarre to me that I was lucid dreaming, and so strongly of the themes of good and evil. The evil and good weren't even subtle.

Also, in real life anal play doesn't bother me. But in this dream state it was one of the most vivid and frightening parts that kept me scared the most after I'd woken. I don't think it was the act itself, but rather how graphic it'd been, that my mind would do that and imagine that, and in such a violent situation and in such a graphic way. Like, they did it to enter the evil gates of hell and stuff. And they were faceless human figures too, featureless.

Over dinner I told my family some of the major and funny moments. I left out a lot, like, I don't know--the sodomy, Satanism dude, the bodies in their body bags tortured before their deaths, and the tit-orientated Woody. Not appropriate dinner conversation. Should I question my sanity or just not eat a ton of chocolate and nor play video games so close to bedtime?