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Post by Aqualung on May 29, 2009 21:33:46 GMT -5
I haven't been able to remember my dreams lately. This annoys me. One from last night: This kid who used to work at the store came in and I was apparently in the middle of bringing some bakery items to the sale table in the front of the store, or I was on my way back from doing so. There were all these samples out in the meat department and we kept eating them and talking, and about ten or fifteen minutes went by, and I knew whoever I was working with would be wondering wtf was taking me so long. ;D A few weeks back I had some band-related ones. In one, I had to work before a band or orchestra concert. By the time I got home to change clothes I had missed our call time, so I decided fuck it and didn't go. Then starbrewer and I apparently went to the park down the street, and it started to rain, and the sun was still out. So I was dancing around in the rain while the sun was shining, and then we were playing on the swings. o_0 In another one, I was supposed to give a recital or concert of some kind. I couldn't decide which dress to wear, and I really wasn't prepared; apparently I wasn't given much notice of this recital. :/
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Post by Radiation on May 30, 2009 0:07:58 GMT -5
Actually, you have been in a couple of my dreams, generally me trying to meet up with you somewhere when the sun is down, and having some problems there's not much around and I'm worried I don't have the right place. One of the times I did find the right address it was like your parents place or something, even though it looked like my aunt's house inside, which made things a little awkward. I have those "out of place" dreams. I'm always going "somewhere" that I've never been to, and everything is just off. Then suddenly I realize I'm three hours late for work and an hour or more away. Good to know I'm haunting heads though! I have those kinds of dreams as well, sometimes I have dreams where I am back at my old house that I lived in as a teenager and when I wake up I get disoriented. I have weird sexual dreams, not going to get into much detail here but I had a dream this afternoon as I was taking a nap about a fetish called, quite appropriately as "sleepy sex." I can't even remember the details other than I was talking about it to my classmates in my dream.
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Post by mczottie68 on May 30, 2009 2:26:55 GMT -5
Well, Im going to tell you a very AWSOME dream that I will never 4get. Wanderer7 can vouge it for me. Ok everyone knows Im majorly crushing on Mariah Carey. A month prior I purchased Mariah Carey's CD with the song "touch my body'. It now since than has become my cell phone ring tone 4 lyfe.
So I listend to the song for like a whole week over and over again and fell asleep as I was laying in my bed,before I was fully asleep I took the headset off and turned the cd player off. Jay said I was moaning in my sleep and tossing slightly. After knowing that I than proceeded to tell jay what I was dreaming of.
In my dream I was laying in a nice clean soft bed with blankets and pillows. scented candle glowing on the mantle. I was in a Light pink lacy tank top w/a pair of white cotton panties . I grabbed a plush teddy bear in my arms to cuddle with. All of a sudden my plush animal disappeared and this sweet calm loving very soft non aggresive female tiger was laying on top of me the whole span of my body so basically we were body to body cuddling and I was hugging it and petting it all over its back and paws and such than I guess from listening to the Touh my body song so much within a week Mariah Carey popped up and the female tiger was POOF gone and now Sexilicious Mariah was naked body to body hugging and kissing with me. She was saying Oh Im afraid, Ive never done this B4, Im a good girl. Please dont tell anyone about this. Well we had some black silky sheets around us and a light breeze blowing thru the room only 1 candle of light glowing the room. I sat up and grabbed her into my arms and laid her down while gently kissing her lips. I than got up and crawled over her and kissed her from the tip of her toes to the crevise of her busom nibbling on her belly button and licking on her inner thigh. I somehow in my dream kept calm and kissed her softly on the underside of her chin and up to her lips where we french kissed til she was writhing in wetness and moans. I straddled her hips and took her hands in mine and pressed them against the bed while I rode her sweetness. She than sat up with me straddling her and suckled my breasts and kissed me all over til I was wet with the heat. She asked me to get up and lay on my back with pillows under my head and butt. She softly gently straddled me 69 like and we comensed to make love with our tongues on each others SWEETNESS. I slowly fingered her with just 1 finger and continually french kissed her smooth beautifull P#$$Y to pure wetness. she moaned and bucked I spent much time with her in bed and on the floors fur rug. I than got up and grabbed a vibrator called THE RABBIT. and crawled between her legs kissing my way up and teasing her special place. She love having he breasts kissed licked and nibbled on light pinch here and there was great too. We finished with her and I using toys on each other and kissing so much that we forgot many times what we were doing or even where we were. The toys got tiring so we laid side by side some how and we were spooning and cuddling and our P#$$y's were against each others grinding for one last haa rah we came and fell alseep naked wet and fully satified in each others arms.
Well needless to say telling the dream to Wanderer7 makde him a very lucky man that day, and Anytime we retell that dream more fun abounds.
Thanks 4 letting me tell it on the Mountain. Peace
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Post by Sleepy on May 30, 2009 15:27:22 GMT -5
I had this dream a few weeks ago. I like to type all my dreams up and save them, so this is copied and pasted from Word.
In the beginning, I remember standing outside this large white house. It appeared to be an average house of the suburbs with the green lawn, though I remember it being isolated in some random location. There was an Asian guy inside the house experimenting with explosives. He was being rather careless with them. He had a large rocket, about four to five feet long with a diameter of about one foot. He positioned it on a table in the house and pointed it directly at a white wall that was right in front of the table. It was so retarded. I was nervous as I watched him do this (I was still standing outside the house but could see through the front wall, similar to The Sims).
Anyway, he lit the fuse on the rocket and scared me a great deal by doing so. My whole life flashed before my eyes. I suddenly realized that the entire world was about to end because of this man, and that I was too young to die. I didn’t want to die. I ran in the opposite direction, hoping to escape the blast, but that would make no difference in the end, especially since this thing was going to destroy the entire world. Getting another fifty feet away would do me no good in the end.
The rocket exploded and I saw this huge flash of light, sort of like a mushroom cloud. Within a couple seconds, I died. And there was an afterlife. Well fuck me. But before I got to the afterlife, I was suspended in this blackness for some time. It was strange, but it was like this short period where it was determined where I would go for my afterlife.
When the blackness ended, strangely enough I was back in my house. There were a few others in my house with me. They were all young adults, I believe. I looked around the house for a bit. It took me some time to finally realize what this place was. It was some home for the gods. I was a freaking god! I was such an amazing person during my life on Earth that I earned the afterlife status of goddess. That was pretty freaking cool.
I wandered around downstairs a bit, to the kitchen and back to the edge of the living room, observing the other few gods and trying to figure out what exactly I was supposed to do here as a goddess. We were all dressed in long white garments. It wasn’t big fluffy bathrobes like you may picture, but just these long white pieces of clothing, similar to the robes from Harry Potter, only white. Our clothing was kind of clichéd actually.
So I remained in this house for a while, just being a goddess. I don’t remember exactly what I did in there, but I was there for a somewhat lengthy period of time. Eventually, I wanted to escape from the house. I think I felt like I was being confined to this place by some primary god, the most powerful one. I wanted to escape.
One day when I was randomly in the kitchen, I found that the window behind the sink could be opened. This was a huge breakthrough for us. As I slowly pried it open, the few other gods gathered around to watch this monumental discovery. I remember speaking a few words as well, saying something like, “This window opens.” Yes, my wise words. Once I had gotten it open far enough, I positioned myself on the counter and put my legs through the window first. It was difficult to squeeze through the small space, but I did manage to, grasping the wooden frame with my arms and sliding downward. I was finally out! This was great! I’d finally reached the outside world so I could see what was going on, why we were confined to this house, despite being gods.
It was like a movie; when I landed on the ground on my feet, I crouched and looked around, as though there would be police searching for me. It felt like I was escaping from prison. I don’t remember exactly what I did next, but I finally figured out what happened. It turned out that I had never died, that the rocket had never destroyed the world, and that I was just randomly placed in that house as some sort of experiment. Or perhaps I was having a nightmare about the whole thing within my dream. I’m not sure which. But I do know that I turned out to be alive, and that I could continue living.
**Edited to avoid a huge wall of text and reduce pain to the eyes**
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Post by Panthera on May 30, 2009 15:48:57 GMT -5
Line breaks and paragraphs.... they're wonderful things, really. Much easier on the eyes than ZOMG HUEG WALL OF TEXT ANYWAY... I had a very strange series of dreams the other night... It starts off in a crowded area, like a mall or theater - I think it's a theater, judging by the surroundings. Not a movie theater, but a theater where stage performances are put on. We are locked inside. Anyway. Everyone seems to be in a bit of a panic, because there are aliens in the theater. They are tall and humanoid, with bluish scaly skin like a snake's - they're not particularly scary or threatening, but everyone is afraid of them because they look strange, and are turning humans into more aliens somehow. I'm one of the people who is being turned into an alien - and I've been chosen by their prince to be his wife. For some reason, this doesn't bother me as much as it seems to bother the others. I go into a washroom, and look into a brightly-lit mirror. My skin is scaly and blue now, my previously-short hair is now long and thick and curly, and I'm suddenly dressed in a white dress with lacy sleeves. I'm wearing lavender lipstick, and decide I don't like it, so I wipe it off with the back of my hand and look through a drawer beneath the mirror, which is filled with more makeup. Picking out a bright red lipstick, I apply that instead. Outside the room, I hear a man shouting that he's figured out how they're transforming humans, but it's already too late. This dream segues into a different setting - sort of a Mad Max-type one, in a post-apocalyptic setting. It's evening, and a ragtag group is trying to negotiate entrance into some kind of walled-off town. I don't think they made it inside, as both they and I wound up sheltering in the second floor of a rickety old school building. However, there was a monster living in the building, too - a tall, bony sickly-white creature with a gaping wound where its eyes should have been and a huge mouth. We watched it hunting turtle-like animals on the first floor for a while, and then some of the group members decided that we needed to kill it, so we began to stalk the creature. One group member kept making noise, and had to be continually hushed, but since the monster couldn't see us we were able to avoid being attacked as long as we were quiet. When we attacked, our weapons didn't seem to have an effect on it, so we tried a different approach. Some of us acted as bait, getting the monster to chase us into a building that seemed to be part barn, part factory. It was falling apart in places, so we had to be careful where we were going, and I found myself racing through a dangerous obstacle course of rickety floors and sharp drops. I led my group across a long ditch full of chemical-laden toxic water, which the monster fell into. Once it was in the water, Optimus Prime himself used some kind of weapon to set the water on fire, burning the creature as we fled once more, hiding in tall grass. Then, the setting shifts again, and I find myself in a dark house, lying in the top bunk of a bunk bed in a room with several other people. It's quiet, and I'm sticking colorful neon blue, green, and orange pins and bronze tacks into a cork bulletin board above the room's door. It is at this point that I wake up. And this morning, I had another strange dream. In it, my housemate had just bought three more houses - none of them were in good shape, but I guess we were going to fix them up and rent them out. Anyway, one of the houses was a very old, dark Victorian-style house on a coast somewhere (east coast, I think.) It still had all of the old furniture inside, and one of the rooms was haunted by a sailor's ghost. He wasn't a threatening ghost, he just seemed... sad. He kept trying to speak to me, but all I could ever make out were muffled apologies, and I kept telling him that it was okay, he didn't have to apologize for anything and everything was all right. Somehow, I wound up talking to my mother in the dream, only... she wasn't anything like my mother. She was really mean and hateful and cruel, and kept telling me that everyone hated me for things my father had done, and I kept arguing back and telling her that she was wrong, and no one hated me - I kept trying to scream at her, but couldn't raise my voice. At some point, I wound up snapping "It's all your fault!" At this point, the not-mother said something about how "too many kids aren't beaten nowadays," and attacked me when I tried to protest. I was completely unable to fight back, or to scream for help as she pinned me down and started driving her elbows into my lower back. Then, there seemed to be a time-skip, and I found myself back at the haunted house, crying. Again, I could hear the ghost trying to talk to me, and told him again that he didn't have anything to apologize for. For some reason, there was a wooden porch swing hanging in the haunted room, and I sat on that and just talked quietly to myself - until the ghost tipped the swing forward and dumped me out. I told him that that wasn't funny, and was kind of mean as I stood back up, then... thanked him for pretty much telling me to get off my ass and do something. As I was walking out of the room, I heard him say something again, and looked back to see a grizzled old man sitting on the swing, smiling at me. Then, I left... I tried to go back to my "normal" house, but I'd forgotten my key and the boys had locked all the doors. So I went back to the house I'd just left, announced that I was locked out of the other, and curled up in a reclining chair to sleep.
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Post by Vypernight on May 31, 2009 3:54:25 GMT -5
The day after I took the Manager's Test, I had a dream that I passed and was promoted. I was at work one night two of my 'former' coworkers (two 20 yr old girls that keep getting mistaken for twins) working for me. We were dealing with customers when some really rude and vicious customers started trouble. I finally got rid of them, but my head was hurting so bad from the ordeal that I went into the back to do paperwork.
Some time later, 'the twins' came to the back saying the bakery was ready for end-of-the-night inspection. I went up there to find two customers locked in the walk-in oven, screaming and bouncing off the searingly hot walls. I then opened the rack oven door to find customers strapped to individual racks, screaming as the racks rotated them around in the oven.
I closed the door, said "Well done ladies. Carry on," and returned to my paperwork. As I passed them, I saw a gleam of pride on each of their faces for a job well done.
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Post by Angel Kaida on May 31, 2009 13:42:42 GMT -5
The day after I took the Manager's Test, I had a dream that I passed and was promoted. I was at work one night two of my 'former' coworkers (two 20 yr old girls that keep getting mistaken for twins) working for me. We were dealing with customers when some really rude and vicious customers started trouble. I finally got rid of them, but my head was hurting so bad from the ordeal that I went into the back to do paperwork. Some time later, 'the twins' came to the back saying the bakery was ready for end-of-the-night inspection. I went up there to find two customers locked in the walk-in oven, screaming and bouncing off the searingly hot walls. I then opened the rack oven door to find customers strapped to individual racks, screaming as the racks rotated them around in the oven. I closed the door, said "Well done ladies. Carry on," and returned to my paperwork. As I passed them, I saw a gleam of pride on each of their faces for a job well done. ...Don't take this the wrong way, but, uh, where do you work? (makes a note to avoid it... just in case you passed your manager test and plan to cook your customers in ovens)
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Post by Vypernight on May 31, 2009 16:03:44 GMT -5
I work in a bakery, and it's not every customers, just those few who push things way too far. Ask Aqualung, she's had her share.
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Post by Aqualung on May 31, 2009 22:19:39 GMT -5
;D
Dreamed I had an iPhone the other night; that was pretty sweet.
....damn, my dreams are boring. *sob*
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Post by ironbite on May 31, 2009 23:56:23 GMT -5
The day after I took the Manager's Test, I had a dream that I passed and was promoted. I was at work one night two of my 'former' coworkers (two 20 yr old girls that keep getting mistaken for twins) working for me. We were dealing with customers when some really rude and vicious customers started trouble. I finally got rid of them, but my head was hurting so bad from the ordeal that I went into the back to do paperwork. Some time later, 'the twins' came to the back saying the bakery was ready for end-of-the-night inspection. I went up there to find two customers locked in the walk-in oven, screaming and bouncing off the searingly hot walls. I then opened the rack oven door to find customers strapped to individual racks, screaming as the racks rotated them around in the oven. I closed the door, said "Well done ladies. Carry on," and returned to my paperwork. As I passed them, I saw a gleam of pride on each of their faces for a job well done. You sure that was a dream? Ironbite-oh and can I get an italian loaf?
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Post by Vypernight on Jun 1, 2009 4:56:01 GMT -5
The day after I took the Manager's Test, I had a dream that I passed and was promoted. I was at work one night two of my 'former' coworkers (two 20 yr old girls that keep getting mistaken for twins) working for me. We were dealing with customers when some really rude and vicious customers started trouble. I finally got rid of them, but my head was hurting so bad from the ordeal that I went into the back to do paperwork. Some time later, 'the twins' came to the back saying the bakery was ready for end-of-the-night inspection. I went up there to find two customers locked in the walk-in oven, screaming and bouncing off the searingly hot walls. I then opened the rack oven door to find customers strapped to individual racks, screaming as the racks rotated them around in the oven. I closed the door, said "Well done ladies. Carry on," and returned to my paperwork. As I passed them, I saw a gleam of pride on each of their faces for a job well done. You sure that was a dream? Ironbite-oh and can I get an Italian loaf? *Looks at his name tag, doesn't see 'Manager' yet* Yep, unfortunately, it was a dream. Will that be regular Italian, Chicago Italian, Italian five grain, Italian mini loaf; dark crust, light crust; seeded, poppy seeded, sesame seeded; regular sliced, thin sliced; long loaf, round loaf; with or without razor blades; or, and do you mean Italian or long French stick breads? Oh, and don't mind what sounds like screaming from the oven. My employees are just very efficient at what they do.
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Post by Aqualung on Jun 1, 2009 8:36:34 GMT -5
OK, last night I dreamed some kid walked into my apartment because he wanted to see my cat, which I then bitched him out about entering people's apartments without asking, and threw him out and chained the door. ;D (I usually do keep the door locked when I'm here so I dunno where that one came from.... :/)
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Jun 1, 2009 8:41:55 GMT -5
I had a pretty horrible dream last night, I would elaborate but part of me still can't seem to get around the fact that it didn't actually happen.
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Post by Panthera on Jun 2, 2009 14:53:23 GMT -5
...last night, I dreamed that Sarah Palin was working in a mall food court, serving orange chicken.
That was just weird.
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Post by Sleepy on Jun 3, 2009 15:22:34 GMT -5
I had this horrible dream a couple nights ago. There was a mouse on the table in front of me. For some reason, this mouse was evil and needed to die. No other choice was available. I had to kill this tiny mouse. I had a butcher knife to do the job. I wanted to get it in one swift chop to make it as painless as possible, but I accidentally cut off its back legs and it was still wiggling on the table. I felt so horrible. It took me four or five tries to finally kill it, slicing it into several pieces. That was incredibly traumatic. I wanted to cry when I woke from that.
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