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Post by Vypernight on Jan 31, 2010 6:55:57 GMT -5
I had a dream I was fighting zombies on a cruise ship.
Basically, I boarded the ship with my family, but we got separated in the crowd when a bunch of zombies attacked (28 Days Later-like zombies, not classic versions). I found a pistol and baseball bat and started to defend myself (The pistol barely fazed them, but they reacted to the bat). I then saw some military guy gunning them down with a shotgun, and we took off.
We eventually locked ourselves in a large room that turned out to be a lab. It seems that they were trying to cure some woman's terminal illness when they accidently created the Rage virus. They also found a cure, so we grabbed a bunch of needles, inocculated ourselves, and saved the rest for people we could help (especially hopefully family and friends). We also found knockout darts and dart guns, and after loading up on supplies, we set out to face the horde.
I woke up before I could see if we succeeded.
And for the record, I hadn't watched any zombie movies or played any zombie games last night.
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Post by Hades on Jan 31, 2010 7:22:11 GMT -5
The only part of last night's dream that I remember is Steve Carell getting run over by a stagecoach. Poor Steve.
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Post by Sleepy on Feb 2, 2010 18:08:58 GMT -5
I've had three strange dreams in the past few nights. This is the only one worth mentioning.
NSFW Dream Below
I was in a small room that looked a miniature barbershop. It had the huge mirror, the barber-type chair, the table in front of the mirror with supplies scattered everywhere. I was sitting in that chair with my legs spread (wearing no pants) when a prostitute entered the room and began using her mouth on me very skillfully. She licked and brought me to orgasm at least once. This continued for quite awhile.
Later, I was in a large room with wooden floors that looked like an attic. The prostitute began her licking again as I lay on the floor moaning. Suddenly, a large group of people entered the room and gasped at the sight they saw before them. The prostitute ran away and I quickly sprang to my feet to pull my pants back up. But it was too late. They'd seen everything, and I felt so ashamed.
I was worried about what would result from my few encounters with that prostitute. Word spread about it, and soon enough I had a court date in which I would be charged for my actions. I remember walking across a large college campus and being stared at by students. Everyone knew what I had done. Finally, I realized that if I told the truth, I wouldn't be charged in court. If I told everyone that I was just using the prostitute for my own pleasure, then I'd be good to go. I planned on doing that, and the dream ended there on a positive note.
I don't know why I dreamt that though. Perhaps it's due to lack of oral in the past few days.
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Post by Vypernight on Feb 8, 2010 8:37:31 GMT -5
I've been working 50 hour weeks lately, since our new store is extremely disorganized and short on resources. I then would come home and dream I'm still there.
I need to figure out this lucid dreaming thing so the next time it happens that I dream I'm at work, I can go on a psychotic rampage and wake up with a smile on my face before dealing with it all over again the next day.
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 1, 2010 18:21:47 GMT -5
I had another dream last night with FSTDT members.
I was walking down a long hallway at a school, I believe, when someone pulled me into a random room that I never knew existed. The room was enormous. It appeared as though a party constantly took place in this room; the round tables were covered with plastic cups, plates, streamers, and other various party items. Confetti and balloons were scattered everywhere. Surprisingly, the room was brightly lit. On one side of the room, there were several doorless stalls against the wall, side by side. These stalls were used when you wanted to have sex with someone. Quite a phenomenal design, really.
It was a 15 or 16-year-old girl who pulled me into the room. She was scantily clad, along with nearly everyone else in there. She approached me and spoke for a bit, trying to get me to dance and eventually pushing me to a table and trying to make out with me. I pushed her away. I didn't want to do anything with her because I already had a boyfriend, but I didn't want to be rude. She seemed a bit angry that I pushed her away, probably thinking that I was incredibly prudish. She walked away.
Next I stood near the sex stalls. Ottery was there, though it looked like a younger version of Ottery to match the other high schoolers in the room. Mantorok was also there, and shortly afterward they went back to a sex stall and enjoyed themselves. I didn't see anything, though I heard high-pitched noises.
I walked to the opposite side of the room, which was around a corner, and saw a long, cafeteria-type table centered with teenagers occupying every seat. They all gave me strange looks because the girl I rejected had told everyone what happened. This upset me. I think someone else tried to make out with me, but I rejected that person, too. Then I tried to explain my situation to everyone. "I'm really not a prude, guys. But I have a boyfriend and I don't want to do anything." Some people understood while others seemed to roll their eyes. There was a door on the far side of the table, so I headed toward the door to leave the party.
Cool dream, overall.
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Post by ironbite on Mar 1, 2010 19:25:12 GMT -5
Awwww...untilitsleeps rejected lesbian sex with some jailbait
Ironbite-also....YAY FOR REAL LIFE SEXINGS!
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 1, 2010 21:14:13 GMT -5
You got something you want to tell us Ibbington?
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Post by ironbite on Mar 1, 2010 22:05:29 GMT -5
I dunno...do I?
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 1, 2010 22:37:22 GMT -5
You seemed a bit excited is all.
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Post by Vypernight on Mar 2, 2010 6:29:30 GMT -5
I dreamt last night that I was with some people in the swamp, observing a hippo in its natural habitat. At one point, a monkey was swinging from the top of a tree, when the Hippo flew out of the swamp (straight up, with its entire body clearing the swamp), caught the monkey completely in its mouth, and fell back into the swamp.
Then it began chasing us around. We had a base set up far inland, and we ran to it. I thought we we safe, when I looked at another piece of nearby swamp and saw Hippo #2 . . . and it was just as p!$$ed off! They both chased us to our base (A series of metal girders that were about 20 feet tall and surrounded by a huge tent, like the ones they use when they spray houses).
The two then began circling the base as we called for help. Unfortunately, the rescue helicopter couldn't get too close because the only clearing was half a mile away.
I asked the guy in charge of our group (the so-called expert) if we had anything with gun powder. He pointed to the other room that was filled with guns. Now he remembers the guns!
Unfortunately, the hippos were damn-near bullet-proof, so we threw a bunch of bullets onto the fire and lured the hippos in. One ran right over the fire, and the bullets went off against its stomach, killing it. The second was dropped when our guide remembered he also had hand grenades and threw one into its mouth. We made our mad dash to the helicopter, and our guide stopped to survey the dead hippos.
Then #3 showed up!
I woke up just as we were rescued, sans our guide.
I have no clue where that dream came from, but it's the second time I've had a dream about a rampaging hippo (though the first was about 15 years ago.).
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 2, 2010 15:01:34 GMT -5
Awwww...untilitsleeps rejected lesbian sex with some jailbait Ironbite-also....YAY FOR REAL LIFE SEXINGS! I've had a couple lesbian dreams lately, which I don't understand. I don't particularly like or dislike them.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 3, 2010 0:24:39 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed I was slightly late to one of my lectures and as a result was slightly miffed.
I've been having rather mundane dreams lately.
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Post by Sleepy on Mar 3, 2010 8:17:44 GMT -5
Sgt Snoodles has a different name! Aggggghhh!!1
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 3, 2010 21:48:06 GMT -5
A bit attatched to the old name were we?
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Post by SCarpelan on Mar 3, 2010 22:14:46 GMT -5
One of the weirdest dreams I've had was one where I accidentally ripped one of my testicles off. The feeling was horrific; I still remember holding it on my hand and wondering what the fuck is happening. After waking up I had to check that both of them were still there and I felt quite shocked for most of the day.
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