A thread about weird dreams... this'll be fun. I have yet to meet a person with stranger dreams than mine. My dreams are very detailed and realistic, down to every touch, taste, smell, and color. Also keep in mind that EVERY SINGLE THING in my dreams is random.
One of my stranger dreams was one I had when I was about twelve. I was Superman. My outfit was just like Superman's: it was red and blue, bright, had a big S on the front, and was tight but comfortable. The cape was a little small, though. Batman was with me, dressed in his attire but without a cape. I think he lacked a cape because he couldn't fly. We were at the mall. We were exposed... someone could find out who we were! We hid in one of those round clothes rack things where no one could see us. I had to fly us out of there as fast as we could. I grabbed Batman and tried to fly, but it wasn't working. I tried again and again (just by jumping), but it wasn't working. I then pointed one arm toward the sky, jumped, and successfully gained flight.As we left the store (apparently there was an exit in the roof somewhere?) everything changed.
Keep in mind that this is the same dream. Suddenly, I was in the middle of what appeared to be a barren wasteland. The sky was cloudy, and the clouds were a moldy green color. Everything seemed a little more greenish-yellow than usual. The area gave me the feeling that I was in some war-torn third-world country. The ground was rocky and muddy, and there were patches of grass but it was all dead. I looked ahead and saw my class. But... we weren't at school. And it wasn't my class. In fact, they weren't even in my grade. They looked like fifth graders. In any case, this was my dream, so I thought they were my class. We were on a field trip, so I had to keep up. Everyone was walking in a line behind the teacher. I wanted to catch up, but I couldn't move very well. I lifted one leg after another, but my legs were very heavy. It took a lot of energy to swing my arms. I looked down and saw that my legs were made of rock. Not just rock, but boulders. My whole body was, and I was huge; I'd guess about ten or twelve feet tall, and my legs were wide.
I looked up and saw that the class had gone. They had followed the railroad track below me. Apparently, I was standing not far from an edge of some sort, about twenty feet down. It was a solid, artificial edge supported by wooden beams. It began to rain, and the mud was getting more thick. I heard something. I needed to catch up to my class, so I used all my strength to reach the edge and jump down. I landed on the railroad track with incredible force. I felt the weight from my body shift to my bent legs with incredible force, but I didn't fall. I heard the noise again. It was a train, and it was coming quickly. I could see the light. The force from the fall was still heavy on my legs; I couldn't move. I saw my class go into an artificial tunnel (supported by beams, like the ledge and lit by lamps hanging from the roof). I tried with all my might to move. The weight from the fall was still in my legs, and they would barely budge. I looked down at my legs. They were moving a little, but not much. I noticed that the ground and the railroad were unharmed by my fall. I looked at the yellow light from the train. It was big and bright.
Then I woke up.