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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Apr 12, 2010 17:33:13 GMT -5
Wow, John...that'd freak me the fuck out.
...at least you didn't mistake it for reality and then ask a bunch of strangers what this poltergeist could possibly be.
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Post by Hades on Apr 14, 2010 12:14:15 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that my friend and I borrowed my mom's car and smashed it up by accident because the brakes weren't working. When I returned home (alone, I don't recall what happened to my friend) she was not mad. Also, Weird Al was my dad in this dream, and he hugged me and said it was okay.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Apr 14, 2010 12:41:28 GMT -5
I appears I'm not the only one who gets the "driving and the brakes don't work properly" dream. Its almost as annoying as the teeth falling out or naked in public dream.
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Post by RavynousHunter on Apr 14, 2010 12:47:15 GMT -5
Yeah, I get those a lot, too...I usually end up plowing face-first into a building.
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Post by letipex on Apr 16, 2010 8:50:25 GMT -5
I dreamt that I had a rendez-vous with a girl friend that I like a lot, but that I left work too late because of the sun not setting, and that I tried to take a shortcut trought australia, and ended up barefoot, with three different pairs of shoes that I had to carry by hand, stuck on some metallic stairs near a cliff covered in warm snow. (oh, and there was a surfer and a skier on the snow, but they came from the sea that was crashing below). Also there was a savana.
Then my phone started ringing.
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Post by Sleepy on Apr 16, 2010 10:19:46 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that I worked in a large building full of cubicles (which looked very similar to my college) where an angry man would come and murder people at random on a daily basis. I was standing in a cubicle when the man entered, and he used a long whip to grab people and hurl them against the wall, slicing them to pieces and splattering blood everywhere. Rather than try to escape the man, people would either continue working until he killed them or cower in their chairs.
The killer approached my cubicle and it appeared as though he was ready to kill me. I sat in my chair shaking violently, silently begging him not to murder me. I thought about everything and everyone I would leave behind, becoming increasingly hysterical. Apparently the man was just toying with me, and he moved to the next line of cubicles after giving me a strange look (though I don't think I could see his expression because he was wearing a mask).
Next I was downstairs in the louge area, sitting at a table eating lunch, when the murderer suddenly entered the scene. He sprinted around the room, killing people with one quick flick of his whip. People began to panic, screaming and scrambling to leave before they were killed as well. I began to back away from the killer, and once again he gave me an odd look and went on his merry way.
At last I learned the reason this man was so angry, the reason he was murdering so many innocent people. His father had died recently, and he simply couldn't cope with the pain. I was in a cemetery and found his father's gravesite. The murderer was there. He had dug up his father's coffin and seemed to be holding the body, which had greenish skin by now. I pitied the poor man.
Suddenly, I was told that in order to keep the killer content, to keep him from going on another murderous rampage, I had to harvest 200,000 of a particular crop. Toward the right side of the cemetery, I noticed a large plot of dirt that seemed appropriate for growing crops. I can't remember exactly what I had to grow though. As I harvested the plants, all that I saw was long, green vines emerging from the soil. I looked up and noticed a number floating in the air. It kept track of the number of crops I harvested. As I pulled vines from the ground, it climbed very quickly. The number finally reached 199,561 (or something like that) when I ran out of crops. The murderer began to get angry again because I hadn't harvested my 200,000 yet. I rushed to plant more of this crop so I could prevent him from slaughtering more innocent people.
Everything seemed to fade from there.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Apr 16, 2010 23:39:37 GMT -5
That would make an awesome expansion pack for Harvest Moon methinks.
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Post by John E on Apr 17, 2010 20:07:30 GMT -5
I appears I'm not the only one who gets the "driving and the brakes don't work properly" dream. I get those all the freakin' time, so often that I used to use it as a trigger for lucid dreaming. "My brakes aren't working again. I bet I'm dreaming... If I'm dreaming, the car can fly. Weeeeee!"
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Post by Ian1732 on Apr 18, 2010 15:10:30 GMT -5
Last night, I had a dream that I was camping with Spencer (The character from iCarly, actually.) and I think he was leading an Ostrich somewhere, and then I heard him screaming in pain out of my line of vision. So I freaked out, heard him yelling for someone to call an ambulance, and my mom (Yeah, she was there too) said we couldn't, because we weren't in a "Purple zone". Goddamn, why do I have such strange dreams?
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Post by Sleepy on Apr 18, 2010 19:25:50 GMT -5
That would make an awesome expansion pack for Harvest Moon methinks. I agree. Sometimes that game is too fucking happy with 'Waffle Island' and 'Sundae Inn.'
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Post by Mira on Apr 18, 2010 19:27:43 GMT -5
Waffle Island was my favourite.
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Post by RavynousHunter on Apr 18, 2010 19:29:39 GMT -5
An island made of waffles? FUCK. YES.
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Post by Sleepy on Apr 18, 2010 21:11:52 GMT -5
I heart Waffle Island, but goddamn, it certainly lacks conflict.
Though Luke did chop that tree root. What a douche.
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Post by DrKilljoy on Apr 18, 2010 21:33:37 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that started with me visiting some sort of "mad artist's" house The guy himself was pretty ordinary when you talked to him, but he painted abstract art all over the surface of his house (which was made of plywood), and had installed very bizarre architecture - I remember a missing wall and part of a ceiling, and a sort of plywood "cube" taking up most of a room, that you either had to either crawl through or walk around. My brother was with me, and we noticed some sort of puzzle (as in the sort of thing you'd find in Resident Evil) to get to a secret room in the back.
My brother got ahead of me in solving the puzzle at first, with me floundering several minutes without progress. Soon my brother got stuck though, and started complaining that the puzzle was bullshit. Meanwhile, a book kept coming to life and attacking me, stealing something from me every time it landed a hit. I finally took it down with a few well-timed swings using a board, realizing it could be part of the riddle. Once I did that, the book stayed still, and I read it to solve the riddle.
This turned out to be a bad move, as it opened a door in the back, came some sort of force which started murdering people left and right in the house. I never saw it kill anyone - I just looked away from someone, looked back, and they'd be dead. The secret door led to a small bloodstained hallway, ending in a ruined, bloodstained bathroom on the right, and a door leading outside to some sort of courtyard to the left. I took the door outside and found what had been killing everybody - a bear. I knew this was what had been killing people, so I took the only weapon I had - a .22 semiautomatic rifle that I knew wouldn't give me much of a chance (fun fact: bears are not bothered much by low-caliber bullets).
I started fighting the bear, shooting it over and over as quickly as I could. Soon I noticed gunfire coming from the side, and saw a girl about my age was helping me, with another .22 rifle. After enough shots directly to the face, it looked like the grizzly bear would go down...
...only to be killed off by a T-rex, which attacked us like the bear had. Knowing .22 rounds wouldn't do much good against a T-rex either, but not having much choice, we shot the T-rex over and over. It started weakening like the bear did, but then it caught up to us, and was about to kill us, when an assassin type woman showed up (she looked like something from an anime), and cut off a chunk from the T-rex's side. After that it gave up and ran off, so she stopped attacking it, and told us to get out of here.
We ran all the way to the city when we heard a motor and, I shit you not, the one-armed T-rex had returned and was trying to run us over with an M1 Abrams. One of the people with me (forget which) tripped and got run over, me and the survivor ran straight into a dead end in a traffic tunnel of some sort. The dream ended right before we got run over.
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Post by Vypernight on Apr 19, 2010 5:35:36 GMT -5
I had a strange zombie dream the other night, a combination of Left 4 Dead 2 and Saint's Row 2 (which, coincidently, I had been playing before going to bed).
Basically, the zombies were chasing us (a group of about 4-5 of us) through the city (Strangely enough, no one dies in my group during these zombie dreams, unless they're complete morons. Outside the group though . . sorry). We ran into one building, with me throwing satchel charges as we ran. We actually had to dodge a Tank (Think Incredible Hulk as a zombie) several times before we made it to the top floor, where a flying saucer-like ship was on display. The girl leading our group told us it was real and we got inside. The ship itself was round, with small floors, but several of them.
As we lifted off, the Tank leaped off the roof and grabbed the bottom of our ship. I threw a Bile Bomb at it (it attracts other zombies), and a swarm of zombies attacked the Tank until it fell back to the building. Someone else in our group then set off the charges, destroying the building.
This is where it really gets strange. The girl who had been leading our group told us she was really an alien. Their kind was experimenting with genetic cloning, like we were, only they were using the cells of dead humans instead of sheep. Basically, she'd find a dead human (at the scene or at a funeral, take a few cells, and leave). They then built a device to then clone the cells.
Unfortunately, something went horribly wrong, and the cells mutated as they replicated, with the brain shut down except for basic functions (eating, moving, 'survival'), essentially creating zombies instead of clones of people. And the machine had become so good at this, it just kept creating them at an alarming pace.
We had to find the machine and destroy it in order to stop it from creating any more zombies. We were flying to the location of it (inside a building in another city), when I woke up.
I understand where the first part of the dream came from, but I have no clue what brought on the alien cloning part, unless it was just my brain trying to think of something new to do with zombies.
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