That's creepy, I wouldn't want to dream while awake that's trippy.
Pffft. Worst dream I remember;
I woke up from a nightmare, I couldn't remember it. I looked around and my parents brought in a dish... I can't describe it. Every time I looked at it it had changed it's shape, and it never once was the same texture. I asked why they had put it in, but the were gone. I dreamed I went through one schoolday, where I was kicked out. I then went home and I watched the dish. My parents wanted me to clean my room while they thought of a punishment, I think, I just know I had the urge to pick up my shirts and hang them up. I ran out of hangers, so I started setting things on the dish. When I watched the clothes, they all unraveled, and rotted, leaving a mothball smell. I was fascinated, and felt compelled to put more on it. I stopped after running out of shirts. I was scared, and my mom called me downstairs. I blanked out, waking up in my room what felt like weeks later. I had been forgetting day after day, but there was a sensation I had been feeding things into that dish. I looked, it was almost like a bathtub, and it was full of blood. I lost control at this point and third person watched myself poor the blood down the vent, and laugh. I kept feeding it things until my room was empty. The ceiling disappeared and the entire sky was blood-red mist and clouds. I was surrounded by shadows. Everything I feed the dish turned to blood after rotting. I had only a phone, and I left and entered this place at random. I eventually invited my friends over and one by one, watched as I feed them to it, they all melted and became blood. It felt normal, and by then I had lost all lucidity. When I had feed them to it, I re-entered that plain, and in the distance the last friend I killed played on a red playground in the distance. I tried walking towards them and I made no progress. Eventually, I slowly made my way there, by then I realized they were cring, their back to me. They turned and looked at me, no eyes and their mouth stitched shut. I passed out and woke up in the room. Eventually, I heard my parents talking at the bottom of the staircase, and gained lucidity. My rain of insanity was over, and the ceiling returned, I was surrounded by blood, the dish full of bones and meat. My dad came upstairs and grabbed me, pulling me out of the room. "The dish! That thing!!! Get rid of it, Don't let it stay up there!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. The blood I dumped in the vents was leaking out of the walls and ceiling. My dad said back. "There's nothing in the room!" My blood ran cold. "YES THERE IS!!!" I screamed. "No! There's nothing there."
Then I actually woke up.
That was the scariest dream I've ever had.