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Post by Vypernight on Mar 17, 2009 5:08:39 GMT -5
I spent a few days watching the Saw movies (I-IV and parts of V) because I ended up dreaming I was in one. In the dream, I was Hoffman, who (aside from Jigsaw...I mean John himself) is my favorite character (I just love how he maintains the stone-faced expression and proceeds from trap to trap with ease).
Anyways, I had a guy tied up in the back of a dinner theater. Since people were laughing and cheering in the main room, they couldn't hear my victim's screams (BTW, I think it was Strahm, whom I hated in the movies). I had him sitting in a wooden chair and went to handcuff him as he called home on the cell phone I gave him.
I told him to tell his daughter everything would be all right as long as her daddy was not a dumb @$$. He tried to trick me and lock me in my own cuffs, but he only succeeded in cuffing himself to the chair (Had he kept still, his hands would've been cuffed together, but he could still move around the room).
Then, I took the cell phone and tossed him what looked like the same one but was different. I told him someone would eventually find him. All he had to do was sit there and wait.
As I walked out, I heard him pick up the cell phone and dial...which activated the bomb behind his chair. The bomb was small enough to just blow him up. It also caused a note (describing his intended suicide and attempt to murder everyone in the next room via the explosion which he seemed to overestimate), attached to the ceiling by candle wax, to fall onto his charred corpse.
Ignoring the screams from people who heard or saw the explosion, I boarded a bus a disappeared into the night.
Game over.
Take care,
Jay
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Post by Dark Closet on Mar 17, 2009 6:29:00 GMT -5
About two nights ago, I dreamed that I was biking inside of a crystal cave (as in there were crystal stalagmites and stuff). I suddenly hit a rock and flew into a crystal, and cut myself in half. I consequently died. Then there was this ghost named Solomon. He looked like a Prussian because he had a cool mustache and a military uniform. He told me I could either stay a ghost, or go back and be alive. I chose to stay a ghost and I went back to school, where strangely enough I could still interact with people and touch things. I then decided I had had enough of this and escaped from school, triggering several alarms. I tried to fly away, but alas! I was but a novice ghost and I could not. I ran into the really dense woods (which we don't have around here) and then fell asleep. I woke up in the water (an ocean?) and I had a mini-gun. There were two ships in the water with me and they were both shooting at me. I couldn't die of course, but it was annoying me. So I took one of the ships and threw it at the other. They both blew up and then I woke up.
Yeah.
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Post by Sigmaleph on Mar 17, 2009 16:33:43 GMT -5
I can't remember much about last night's dream, but I do remember it had a strong RPG feel to it. Near the end, I was in a quest to wake up. I remember thinking something to the effect of "this makes waking up fun". Yeah.
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Post by Aqualung on Mar 17, 2009 20:32:06 GMT -5
I had kind of a strange one this morning. Two guys broke into my apartment while I was home; they went into my bedroom, presumably to look for something. When I tried to go see what they were doing one of them was blocking the door or something so I couldn't get in. So I sneak out the door and go call the cops, and wait downstairs until they show up. For some reason my apartment was on the college campus. Anyway, so then the cops get there and I explain to them what had happened. Then we saw one of the guys leaving; I tried to jump and tackle him, but he doesn't go down. Cut to the next scene, where we get up to my apartment and find flowers and balloons someone had sent me after a performance I did or something.
I'm pretty sure that's when I woke up and had to puke my guts out. Yeah, I don't know either. :/
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 24, 2009 3:24:53 GMT -5
I had a real wierd-un last night.
It was basically a huge party night (I forget which one, although I'm leaning towards some variation of st Patrick's day) which had a tradition where you had to set of a wheelbarrow load of fireworks. I was going out on a pub crawl with a huge group of people. We had taken two massive wheelbarrows full of fireworks to celebrate with at some point later, and halfway through I somehow managed to lose one of them. So I had to go and track it down. I think I woke up before I found it and I've forgotten majority of the details. However I do remember what I think is the most awesome dream moment I've ever had.
I was sitting in a bus pressed against the window and I had somehow gained control of the lost wheelbarrow. I just had to point my finger at the ground outside and make contact with the window with my finger and the spot I was pointing to would suddenly be hit with a firework. Damn that was fun, what with the pedestrians and all. I wish I could remember more of that dream.
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Post by Aqualung on Mar 24, 2009 9:10:34 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed this group of guys, college age or so, tried to take over the bakery where I work. So me and the one co-worker who was there spent the whole dream trying to make them go away. At one point, one of them was out on the floor, and I threw a half bag of powdered sugar at him, which exploded when it hit him, leaving powdered sugar all over the shelves. ;D I was going to go clean it up, but didn't get around to it before I started the next dream. We called the store manager to come help us, but for some reason he never got there, because he kept getting stopped by other people in the store on the way or something.
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Post by Sigmaleph on Mar 24, 2009 13:52:00 GMT -5
A truly awesome one-on-one battle, taking place in a hellish wasteland. My opponent used a sword which, when swung around, sent waves of fire and ice magic alternatively. I used a magic sword at first as well, but it was getting difficult to parry all his hits, so I switched to a dagger and relied on the increased speed. At some points I also used fireballs and lightning bolts. And I won, but it was considerably harder than I expected. I wish I had more dreams like that one.
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Post by DarkfireTaimatsu on Mar 24, 2009 14:50:49 GMT -5
I love dream threads. I always have seriously bizarre dreams. I could find some posts on other forums I've been on to show this. Here's the one I just woke from, though.
Had some brief snippets that somehow wove themselves into a full dream. Let's see... Giant mushrooms growing in the backyard after a rain--only it was the backyard to Grandma's house, not ours. Then something happened, which led to me taking my old school bus, which was now full of elementary kids. The bus driver was annoyed. And the next part I can't remember whether it actually happened in the dream or if I was just reading it happening in the dream. I distinctly remember carrying a copy of Harry Potter 5 in the dream, though. At any rate, the next scene was about Harry Potter. He was causing all kinds of trouble because he felt his magic classes weren't practical for the real world, and he'd rather be a domestic. And then the scene shifted, and it wasn't a bus full of kids anymore. It was a (rather unstable, trapezoid-shaped) Volkswagen van full of kids being driven by my mother. She was trying to keep the kids quiet while at the same time, listen to my summary of that one Futurama episode where Fry finds a Volkswagen van ("Bendin' in the Wind"). The dream ended just after my explanation that the script described the "device that speeds up or slows down the passage of time" as "a weird bottle" to get it by the censors.
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Post by Aqualung on Mar 25, 2009 12:42:51 GMT -5
Last night's dream--we were supposed to have a band concert somewhere on the other side of town. We rehearsed for a while first and then had a couple hours before the concert. I left all my stuff there and went walking, thinking I would come back for it before going to the concert. I ended up at these other people's house who were also in the band, and I didn't have time to walk back, so I used their cell phone to call our director and say I wasn't going to make it to the concert. Then I hung out at the house until the concert was over, rather than starting to walk back. Surely the people whose house I went to would've given me a ride to pick up my stuff IRL.
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Post by Gray on Mar 27, 2009 16:33:20 GMT -5
I had a dream that I got attacked by Nosferatu. Seriously.
All I remember is that I went upstairs and looked in the bathroom, and he was trying to sneak out the window. He saw me and just froze and stared. I distinctly remember thinking it was absurd and laughing about it. So, I went in the bathroom to laugh at him (it?) some more, and suddenly he grabbed me, lifting me off the floor.
I woke up so freaked out I was almost hyperventilating and couldn't go back to sleep for another hour.
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Post by Sigmaleph on Apr 4, 2009 0:37:56 GMT -5
I'm lying in bed trying to fall asleep as I usually do, when suddenly I hear my mum is talking to me. Which is not very likely because she is some 400 km away at the moment, and I sort of realise it, but it feels incredibly real and I can't convince myself I'm dreaming. Then, I notice I'm listening to music. I consider the possibility of me just thinking about the music, but again it feels incredibly real and I come to the conclusion I must've gone to bed while still using my mp3 player, which is something I don't do. Right after this I feel the need to go to the bathroom, and I do so, and it is only halfway through peeing I realise I'm not using an mp3 player and that it was all a dream. Not a particularly good one, but the way I transitioned between being asleep and awake without even noticing was interesting enough to me. Later the same night I had a more conventional dream in which I got my hands on some heavy arsenal and was blowing stuff up with the help of the Joker, who at the end of my explosion spree convinced me it was wrong to keep killing people for the lulz. Hard to explain it, but it was really a very touching moment.
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Post by shrike on Apr 4, 2009 14:57:53 GMT -5
Two nights ago, I dreamed that my girlfriend's husband and I were cooking meat on a huge barbecue grill. When I say huge, I mean this thing was at least ten feet by two feet, and were finishing meat and putting more on. We were cooking a truly grotesque amount of food for no apparent purpose.
I went inside, and my girlfriend and her two teenage sons were inside, and the boys had a cat. One of them was holding the cat and messing with its paw in a way that was making the cat move its mouth, and the other one was speaking for the cat....they were basically using it as a ventriloquist dummy. In the dream, at first, I didn't realize that and thought the cat was talking because it said, "Hey! Quit messing with my toe!" Shortly after realizing that the other kid was doing the talking, I woke up.
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Post by Angel on Apr 5, 2009 10:49:11 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed my ex called me up and said he'd been married 6 months, like it wasn't even big news. And he was acting like he did when we were getting together. It was weird. We never call each other in real life.
Now I am psychoanalysing myself. Does this my subconcious wants us to be back together?
EDIT: Psychoanalysis has reached a conclusion. It's because I watched the last episode of the second season of Robin Hood yesterday, which has an exceedingly sappy death scene in it. I dreamed about him because he was the last person to look at me like that.
Dammit, now my emotions are all screwed up. Stupid dream.
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Post by Angel on Apr 6, 2009 2:18:18 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed I met Simone Simons of Epica. We were in a big busy shopping centre for some reason. She kept phasing part way into Floor Jansen from After Forever and back again, but when she was mostly Floor she was still short with the red hair (not that she's that short, but Floor is really tall). If someone changed part way into someone else like that in real life it would be really freaky, but in the dream it felt fairly normal.
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Post by Redhunter on Apr 6, 2009 6:02:55 GMT -5
I had a dream that I got attacked by Nosferatu. Seriously. All I remember is that I went upstairs and looked in the bathroom, and he was trying to sneak out the window. He saw me and just froze and stared. I distinctly remember thinking it was absurd and laughing about it. So, I went in the bathroom to laugh at him (it?) some more, and suddenly he grabbed me, lifting me off the floor. I woke up so freaked out I was almost hyperventilating and couldn't go back to sleep for another hour. That is friggin' sweet. I was attacked by Michael Berryman ala H.H.Eyes (original of course), Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Jim Carrey and James Woods in various dreams over the course of my life. James Woods has the distinction of being the only celebrity I've killed in a dream, and the fucked up thing is I really like James Woods! In the dream, he attacked me in an office and he figured, I guess, that because he was a cop he could do just that. I beat and shot him to death in his own office at police headquarters. Yeah... My one two nights ago was after a day of horror movies including the disturbing 'Blood-Sucking Freaks'. It was pretty odd. I mean, most of my dreams are pretty odd, but this one seemed so specific and realistic as to give it that extra edge or depth. There are two stately buildings white/marble/pillars/etc. facing each other with a great expanse of grass between them. The building I’m in is the one where this holiday display is and I’m there to trash it. It’s nighttime and as I peer to the ground below me from between pillars on the third floor, I see there is a three-foot wide stream below me that is washing away cigarette butts and candy wrappers, as if someone was cleaning a parking lot and washing it down with lots of water. Only it is a permanent/actual stream and not just excessive water. So I’m next to this display and what it is, is a life-sized jesus on a cross and the jesus is made exclusively out of meat. Raw, red meat. The flesh has been carved and fastened together in order to look as realistic as possible. I’m laughing as I tear it apart, bloody chunk by bloody chunk, and toss the handfuls into the stream below where it is washed away. I think I’m sabotaging some kind of holiday display/celebration thingy. It feels like it has great political and religious significance like the lighting of the giant christmas tree each winter at like Rockefeller center or whatever. But I seemed to have been enjoying myself at least.
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