re: Craziest dream you’ve had?

I dreamed I entered an older home. It was like I was expected to enter. The first room was a normal, older hallway and staircase. I took a right and in the center of the room was a butcher's table with hanging knives of various shapes and sizes. They began swaying like a gentle breeze was blowing through the room. I left the room and found myself in a sitting room. There were hundreds of clocks in the room. The ticking from all of the clocks became louder and louder. I left the room and found myself back in the hallway with a staircase. Behind the stairs was an open door with stairs leading down. I took them. The stairs led to a hallway of cobbled stone. I walked along the hallway for several hundred feet. The floor, walls, and ceiling went from stone to dirt. On the left wall there were racks of weapons. M16s, submachine guns, and a minigun. I took the minigun. Just a few steps down the hall there was an open vault door. I entered. I could see a bright light down the hall. As I got closer I could hear the roar of a crowd. The floor turned to sand and began to slope upward. There was an open gate at the end of the hall. I went through. I could tell that the light was sunlight but it was so bright my eyes need to adjust. The crowd roar was deafening. As my eyes adjusted I saw that I was in a romanesque arena but the crowd was not human. They were demonic. The gate at the other end of the arena opened and an endless swarm of demons poured out. I opened up with the minigun. They were piling up but more were coming. The crowd started to enter the arena. I backed into the hallway continuing to pour rounds from the minigun into them. They continued to come. I backed through the vault door, dropped the minigun, and shut the door. I heard booming noises against the door but it held. I went back up the stairs and then up the other set of stairs. There was a bedroom. There was a small door on the other side. Each time I entered a room there was a smaller door on the other side. I crawled through what would be the last and found myself on a wooden platform overlooking a vertical cave. There were many platforms like my own in various spots along the cavern wall. A strong wind was coming up from below. I jumped and floated. I could control my ascent or descent. It was incredible fun. I stopped at another platform and heard a faint noise. It became louder and louder until i recognized that it was the roar of the demon hoard. I saw what looked like a T-rex head poke through the door of another platform and look at me. Then I woke up.

I have crazy dreams every night. I can’t even get started on this topic. Absolute, lunacy dreams of foreign ideas all jumbled together that ni same person can come to conclusion on what they mean.

Just last night, I dreamed I was on a tractor owned by Todd McClure, former center for the Falcons, in a patch of woods we called ‘spider legs’ as a kid when I got shot by a poison dart and then tied up and held kindnapped with some black dudes.