I love that the brain still relies on real-life data on the world it creates, and when it gets you into shit you’ve never experienced even remotely, and thus doesn’t know how to handle, the simulation just kinda freezes.

Oh, you were just thrown a few hundred {yards,meters} by a trebuchet, but don’t know how it feels to be squished to death? Ok, happy walking away with a strange feeling.

When I fall from a great height I am well versed in what I should do to have no effect on the outcome.

If they are, I'm pretty sure my combat skills are non existent

Great, next time a demon uses psionic powers to pin me to a chair and then levitate that chair in the air and spin it around while screaming at me, "You're going to hell! You're going to hell! You're never going to get out of this, God won't save you now! hahaha! I'll know exactly what to do.

Thanks brain

I am so totally prepared to be told “this isn’t your room” in a house with seemingly endless rooms.

When am I ever going to need to know how to fight a pudding monster?

I'm a pro at spitting out so many frickin teeth

Under extreme circumstances too. A place you have never seen, while your running is slower than your real life walking, your punches barely do anything, and If you fall from your height, then it's game over. Also color? what's that?

Mine are from PTSD so what exactly is mine preparing for?

Thanks military btw.

I'm not so sure about what my brain considers "combat readiness drills".

I've had nightmares where I was woefully unprepared for an exam that I went to school, running late, without any pants nor underwear on. And as I sat for the exam, I felt so nervous I wanted to pee. And so I did, right in my seat. Thankfully, I was able to wake up before I peed in my bed.

And then I've had a recurring nightmare where I was exploring an endless staircase, with a team of like-minded people. We kept going down and down, as some of our teammates eventually succumbed to fatigue, and then thirst as our supplies dwindled. In some versions, we ended up in the same place we began. In another version, we ended up at some large underground facility, totally dark except for the staircase where we came from.

The only nightmare I could ever consider "combat readiness drill" is a nightmare where I found myself to be a civilian caught in a crossfire inside an abandoned factory, much like what you'd see in action films. How I ended up there, I have no idea, but I eventually got shot as I was trying to escape, and died.

Well not long ago I tried to punch a ghost in one of them. As expected, the result was... limited.

Brilliant take! Been noticing this for years.

There's rarely any sort of violence in my dreams, but I can tell my brain is trying to predict a given situation that I've been exposed to or am worried about.

The rare times that violence is on the table, it's always me struggling to respond. Same old story for all of us. Can't punch, kick or run because our brain has us literally paralyzed.

I'm being shot at and I've got my Colt 1911 in hand. Seriously it didn't go bang?! OK, charge it. And now the slide is stuck. OK, take it off safe. Still stuck. Clear the malfunction and "click". Oh fuck me.

Thanks to this thread, my brain has located a long-suppressed nightmare from childhood and put it up on the big screen.

That 200 ft monster, of which I've only actually seen the bottom half of it's legs (couldn't look upwards?), will resume chasing me through my hometown at exactly the same speed at which I'm running away. Endlessly. Worse than Michael Myers' random appearances.

What the fuck are my nightmares trying to get me ready for?! 😨

It’s training against dream extractors. There is 0 chance somebody is implanting the idea of dissolving my family’s multibillion dollar energy empire

If unspeakably NSFL stuff ever happens to me IRL, my mind will be adequately prepared to handle it. Probably still won’t make it out alive, because I never practiced that. Given all the practice I do have, I shouldn’t freak out at all. I’ll just be like: “Oh no, not again.”

I had a super fucked up nightmare. Fucking terrified me going back to sleep for 20 minutes.

Read at your own peril. https://pastebin.com/nu435FU6

I am so ready for that giant snake that bursts out of a wall of my childhood home while I am wearing a sharp looking suit. Been running that drill since the age of 7.

I haven't got nightmares for years maybe a decade.

I am fucked.

Scientists speculate that this is likely true

how do i do combat drills if i can't move

Mine last night was being bombed, kept having to get down to avoid them as I tried to find cover.

Kissing people that have bad breath isn't combat tho

I didn't have nightmares until I started work as an aircraft repairman.

I used to dream about exploring places. I remember one where I was swimming through this large building, I could breathe underwater but it was underwater, and it was just "let's see what else is here."

Now I dream of inevitable threat. One I remember pretty vividly was being trapped in this cave, there was no way in or out of this 30x30 foot room, and in the middle of it stood a gallows dangling a noose over the head of a ...man? Who turned and started slowly stomping toward me, and the gallows shifted around to keep the noose over his head, making a repetitive clanking sound. Weird imagery on the typical "thing slowly chasing you" dream.