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Post by Angel on Apr 26, 2009 2:26:37 GMT -5
I dreamed about werewolves last night.
I think I was planning to have sex with one, but never quite got round to it in the dream.
Disappointing.
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Post by Jebediah on Apr 30, 2009 21:16:32 GMT -5
I just woke up from a nice little nap that I didn't mean to take. It was wonderful. I had my first ever dream-within-a-dream. At least the first one that I can remember.
The outside dream was my family moving me into school. Outside it was raining, but there was still a group of children singing songs about how much they love Jesus. The girl who was instructing the others would look up at my window and give me a very creepy smile.
In my dream, I decided to take a nap. I woke up, and my bed had been cut in half. The lower part was missing. The creepy smile girl from outside appeared in my room and tried to convince me that my bed being cut in half was proof that God existed. I made a makeshift lower half of my bed (a couple of chairs with blankets piled on top) and tried to go back to sleep. Then my roommates came into my room and tried to strangle me. And that was when I woke up. From the inside dream, at least.
I woke up to find that my bed was whole (yay), but the creepy girl was still singing outside, and it was now nighttime. And that was when I had my first class. In my bedroom. Desks appeared in my room, one was actually attached to my bed, and the walls turned into chalkboards. And then I woke up for real.
I remember there was a very distinct difference between the two dreams. My outside dream felt like normal dreams so, at least how they feel to me. But the inside dream felt very real, and I really did believe that I was awake.
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Post by erictheblue on Apr 30, 2009 21:35:24 GMT -5
And that was when I had my first class. In my bedroom. Desks appeared in my room, one was actually attached me my bed, and the walls turned into chalkboards. I've heard of people going to class in their pajamas, but don't you think that's a bit much?
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Post by ironbite on May 1, 2009 0:46:57 GMT -5
Uh...just outta curiosity but can ya remember what the creepy girl looked like?
Ironbite-I thought I got 'em all last night.
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Post by Death on May 1, 2009 13:38:28 GMT -5
dreamed about visas
yes, very boring
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Post by erictheblue on May 1, 2009 14:11:57 GMT -5
I half-way fell asleep on the train to work this morning and dreamed I was listening to two people from this forum (I know who they were) talk to each other. No idea what the conversation was about and no idea why I was listening to their conversation.
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Post by erictheblue on May 3, 2009 7:01:20 GMT -5
For someone who almost never remembers dreams, I seem to be remembering a lot of them lately.
I dreamed I had started law school, but had forgotten to pay my fees. So I was running around campus, trying to find an Internet connection so I could pay online and not miss the deadline.
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Post by Bluefinger on May 3, 2009 7:32:29 GMT -5
I dreamed that I was in an old city doing a thesis for some really awesome idea (it seemed that way in the dream, can't recall what it was). I went to this small office to talk to this person about the references and so forth, and who I was going to acknowledge as a part of my research. The talk went really well though when I went outside to go back home, I saw one of the guys I was doing research with. As I walked over, he turned to face someone, and almost immediately was shot. I stood there stunned and looked at the person who shot the guy. He was wearing a old-style trenchcoat and a hat, but with the way it was done, it was concealing his face. He simply spoke out "Your research must be stopped" and pointed the gun at me. At that point, I started running away, going through the city and past a few police barricades, though nothing seemed to be stopping the guy. This ongoing chase continued for a while before I woke up.
Seriously, what the hell?
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Post by Zabimaru on May 3, 2009 8:26:38 GMT -5
Ever since high school I've been having lots of weird dreams. One of my more amusing recent ones was about me getting a cat.
I got myself a beautiful cat, with soft fur and a winning personality. I would really love to have a cat in real life, but can't because of allergies, so I was very happy about that cat in the dream.
Then Barack Obama came by for a visit and freaking stole my cat. Even in the dream I was surprised by this rather unexpected turn of events.
He didn't mean to steal it though, it just really liked him and decided to follow him on his roadtrip through Scandinavia (apparently he had nothing better to do than drive around here). I wasn't very happy to find out that my cat had followed him when he left though, so I decided to hunt them down and get my cat to come back to me.
When I managed to find Obama he admitted that it was unfair of him to take my cat with him, but it was also unfair of me to want the cat to come back when it was happy with him. So we thought about it, and he came up with a solution: he would move in with me.
So, the rest of the dream he lived in my apartment, so that the cat would want to live there too. It was a strange feeling, having the president of the United States as your roommate.
We also shared a bed, for warmth and company, but there was still no sexual stuff in the dream.
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Post by DrKilljoy on May 3, 2009 16:08:37 GMT -5
Ever since high school I've been having lots of weird dreams. One of my more amusing recent ones was about me getting a cat. I got myself a beautiful cat, with soft fur and a winning personality. I would really love to have a cat in real life, but can't because of allergies, so I was very happy about that cat in the dream. Then Barack Obama came by for a visit and freaking stole my cat. Even in the dream I was surprised by this rather unexpected turn of events. He didn't mean to steal it though, it just really liked him and decided to follow him on his roadtrip through Scandinavia (apparently he had nothing better to do than drive around here). I wasn't very happy to find out that my cat had followed him when he left though, so I decided to hunt them down and get my cat to come back to me. When I managed to find Obama he admitted that it was unfair of him to take my cat with him, but it was also unfair of me to want the cat to come back when it was happy with him. So we thought about it, and he came up with a solution: he would move in with me. So, the rest of the dream he lived in my apartment, so that the cat would want to live there too. It was a strange feeling, having the president of the United States as your roommate. We also shared a bed, for warmth and company, but there was still no sexual stuff in the dream. I actually laughed out loud reading this. When I read the first paragraph I expected like from Poe's "The Cat Came Back". You becoming roommates with Barack Obama was about the last thing I would've imagined - but then, dreams have a tendency to completely derail like that.
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Post by Vypernight on May 4, 2009 5:42:32 GMT -5
I had a couple of weird ones recently. These were not in the same night, but about a week apart.
In the first, we were watching TV, and on the show was an elderly Italian couple, and the husband died. Well, they had him in one of those caskets where the top is removable, in the middle of a large room so people could walk by to pay their respects. The wife was so heartbroken that she took poison and climbed into the casket, into her husband's arms. As family and friends walked by, she reached out a hand to say goodbye as she slowly died. --------------------------------------------------
The second one was a Saw dream that took place sometime after the 5th movie. A group of people woke up on a strange, S-shaped, raft at night in the water. They found several compartments in the raft, including food, water, and a tape recorder. On the recorder was Jigsaw's voice, telling the people he was not responsible for the boat sinking, and he would offer them the chance to survive. The raft would reach shore in 2 days; the question is, how many would be alive by then.
"Let the game begin."
Well, they find that they only have enough food and water to last them for a day's meal. Thinking they need to get to shore quicker, a couple of people start paddling with their hands. Suddenly, one by one, they disappear screaming into the water. Eventually, only 2 people are left; Emir and Sally. Sally tells Emir that she studied the Jigsaw cases while working for the newspaper, and at one point, they found a bunch of blueprints at one of his 'hideouts.'
Flashback: Jigsaw/John was working on Remote-control boats and electronic toy fish that would react to each other in an artificial aquarium. Then the events with his wife/cancer occur, and he abandons it all, instead building something very big.
Back to the present: The sun starts rising on the second day, and the two see shore, but they're moving parallel to it. Sally flips out, leaps out of the raft, and starts swimming to shore. Emir jumps in after her. All of a sudden, a mechanical shark comes out of the water and attacks Sally, with the impact sending Emir into the air. He lands on shore and passes out.
Emir wakes up in an ambulance and starts talking to an EMT and police officer. It seems Jigsaw set up a bunch of traps all over the city before he died. The only difference between these and the previous traps is that, instead of kidnapping people, they'd just stumble into the trap itself. The cop then tells Emir that they found the shark and the remains of Sally. It seems the shark reacted to motion and then attacked the people, tearing their bodies to shreds. They also found the raft when it eventually drifted to land. Had the people stayed calm, it would have brought them to safety, just as Jigsaw promised. The cop also revealed that someone who worked for the company that owned the boat remembered seeing John warning the owners that the boat had defects and would sink, but he was brushed off.
The cop then asked Emir what happened on the boat. Emit revealed/admitted that the boat had problems, and several people panicked. Those who panicked found the raft and survived, but their actions got the rest of the passengers killed.
Finally, the cop reveals that they found another tape inside the raft itself.
"Hello, if you are hearing this, you survived, hopefully by remaining calm. I'm sure you are alive, and I congratulate you. But I must ask, at what price are you alive? How many lost their lives so that you could continue? They may be gone, but you survived. Congratulations, Emir."
Emir is then revealed to have originally designed the boat.
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Okay, the weird part about the Saw dream is that I dreamed a large portion of it. Then, I fell back asleep and dreamed that I was telling my fiancee the dream, filling in the spaces. I then woke up and tried to remember as much as I could. I don't remember how much was from the first dream and how much was from the second.
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My fiancee, meanwhile, dreamed that she had sex all-night long, with a hot oriental woman. Lucky B****!
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Post by erictheblue on May 11, 2009 18:35:34 GMT -5
My dreams have been having sexual overtones lately (gee, I wonder why..), but none of them involve me having sex.
Two nights ago, I dreamed Vene showed up at my door with the penis he grew for me. (Thanks buddy. I'll be back as soon as I get it attached!)
Last night, I dreamed some guy showed up at my door, ranting because I got his sister pregnant. Ignoring the biological impossibility of me impregnating anyone, I calmly told him I was sterlized 2 years ago (which is true). Then he holds up his "proof" that I'm the father - a picture of a woman holding a frog wrapped up like a baby.
This afternoon during a nap, I dreamed I was writing a nasty version of Little Red Ridinghood, using someone's real name. In an attempt to protect the innocent, I was trying to use stars instead of some letters, but it was still too obvious what name I was using, and I was getting frustrated because I couldn't get the name right.
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Post by Art Vandelay on May 11, 2009 21:18:06 GMT -5
A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I just couldn't get to sleep. 1st I was on a plane and couldn't sleep, then it somehow turned into some random's house where I was trying really hard to sleep but couldn't, then it turned into my house (by a very very loose definition). By this point it was about 4:00am in my dream and I just thought "fuck it, I'm going to the pub". I climbed out the window and down the wall to the street (the door was too convenient it seems).
At around this point I woke up, only to find I'd slept through my alarm clock. God I freaking hate it when that happens.
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Post by Dragon Zachski on May 12, 2009 0:13:30 GMT -5
My own dreams tend to be quite strange. I don't remember when I dreamed them, but here's some of my memorable ones. I took a nap while online after asking a friend of mine to wake me up in a little bit. I dreamed that Kingdom Hearts 3 had been announced and that, for some reason, Sora and gang (which included Kairi) had to journey into a void of sorts, and the only way they could do this was with Hades' Heart, which was called the "Zero Heart". It promised to be an epic game. It was so real, too... I was talking with my friend about it excitedly. Then all of a sudden, he starts posting stuff rapidly, which confuses me. Especially since most of it isn't appearing on my screen. I then wake up to realize that my friend has been posting for 5 minutes, and the IM sounds didn't register because I dreamed I was talking to him. We laughed about it. Another strange dream was before I realized that the rapture was bogus. Dad and I were driving around... and for some reason, I knew the exact time that the Rapture would happen. We were in a traffic jam a minute before the rapture, and then for me, everything just faded to white. Then, I was in heaven, and God immediately gave me a shiny sword to go out and fight evil with. Just as I was about to head out... Heaven crashed, Windows 98 style. As in, "Heaven has performed an illegal operation". Yes. And then I'm sitting at my computer groaning about it crashing. And then I woke up. Yet another dream that I can remember is... I'm in the front yard and I see what looks like a big tarantula with a human skull pattern on its abdomen. My dreamology kicks in and I recognize the spider as a spider that hunts humans, its poison lethal enough to kill a fully grown adult in minutes. The thing is, it can't recognize anything but ankles. So, I'm running from it, still in my front yard. At this point, my dream lethargy (which indicates I'm waking up soon) kicks in, and my feet feel like they weigh a million pounds. It takes all my energy just to jump up an ankle-high hill, where I'm laying on the ground. The spider seems confused... and then defies my dreamology by climbing up the hill after me. And then I woke up. Can you tell that I'm an arachnophobe? Finally, I had a dream where I became a ghost. I don't even know if I died, but I became a ghost. So, I flew high in the sky and then flew down to where I knew my best-friend-at-the-time was. The inside of his house was VERY different -- it was like three stories, but all three stories were the size of a single room each. My friend lived on the bottom floor, and there was a very small spiral stair case, which was open, that connected all three stories. Anyways, I'm there, and he understandably cannot see me. I feel sad... and the creepy thing about this dream is that he's one of the first people I had a crush on in real life. Of course, in reality, he's an emotional manipulator Now, if there's one thing I *wish* was a dream... it was Dad letting a sink freaking overflow while he was playing solitaire on the downstairs computer. He did this while I was editing this post. Great going, father, you're more blonde than Paris Hilton
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Post by Angel Kaida on May 29, 2009 12:22:06 GMT -5
I'm reviving this thread. Because I have had a mighty dream.
I dreamed that I was vacationing on an island inhabited entirely by drifting herds of unusually vapid and similar teenage girls. (I mean, unusually vapid and similar even for teenage girls.) And tourists. And the lady from Jesus Camp, who, as it turned out, was a monster disguised as a human, who was cultivating these herds of teenage girls in order to devour them. So after we discovered and defeated her (somehow that I don't remember, though I do remember jumping into a swimming pool to escape her and discovering that it was infested with some kind of giant fish monster), I had realized I was having a dream. So I was sitting with my friends, watching the sun rise over a hill, and chatting with them about how funny my dream had been; I laughed and asked what it would say about me if I had had the same dream about Obama, or if I dreamed that he was Cthulhu or the antichrist or something. At which point Obama came over the hill, smiling and waving. And turned bright purple (I'm not sure why, but I hypothesize that my brain was making a Purple People Eater reference). I was like, "That is not supposed to happen... I should run" and I ran, because I was pretty sure that he was going to turn into Cthulhu, since I had said it. I hid in a bathtub in a house with some other people who were hiding, and there were two children hiding in the unexplainable OTHER bathtub in that bathroom. I started frantically trying to figure out how to wake up, and I settled on killing myself. I turned on the water in the bathtub and started trying to drown myself, but quickly discovered that it would be utterly ineffectual; meanwhile we're hearing sounds like mass destruction outside, so I'm getting more and more upset. Finally, Obama comes in, and true to my prediction, he is Cthulhu ... in a suit... basically, a Cthulhu octopus head coming out of a suited man... and I duck under the water, see the blurry Cthulhu head come over the side of the bathtub, and wake up. I hate my "lucid" dreams. I have no deliberate control over them.
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