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Post by Sleepy on Apr 23, 2010 17:22:46 GMT -5
Last night, I had a dream that inside my house (which appeared to be a beach house) there were two guys with clashing personalities. One was extremely kind, generous, and sensible while the other was a murderer. The murderer became angry with the nice guy for some reason, and he grabbed a weapon in an attempt to kill him. I think it was just a knick-knack that he wanted to use to clobber the guy. I witnessed this fight and ran the opposite direction so the murderer wouldn't see me. Down the driveway I sprinted, to my neighbor's house so I could ask for help. It was around 3 in the morning when I knocked on his door, but he answered it promptly and asked what was wrong. I explained the situation back at my house, and my neighbor said, "He's a Rugrat!" Of course, I exclaimed "YES!!" because I was so thrilled that he knew what I was talking about. After that, my neighbor returned to his house and I left his front porch. I looked back toward the top of my driveway and saw the murderer heading my direction. Uh oh. I'd never be able to make it to my other neighbor's house before he got to me. I tried to run up my other neighbor's driveway, but I was incredibly slow. The murderer was upon me at that point, and I suddenly had a weapon to battle him with--a large sword. I stabbed the murderer several times before attempting to end his rampage by chopping off his head. I swung the blade into his neck and it went through his skin, but not his jugular. It was painful to watch him suffer like that. I took another look at him and it was my boyfriend's head I was chopping off. I felt terrible by that point. I used all my strength to get the blade through to the other side, and his body and head both fell to the ground lifelessly. That made me sad.
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Post by Aqualung on Apr 25, 2010 9:47:11 GMT -5
I haven't been remembering my dreams very well lately but I had a whole string of them last night.
I was driving around and it was winter and dark out and I suddenly had a flat tire. So I decided to walk to my grandma's. To get there, I had to go through a daycare for some reason and all these little kids were staring at me and they had weird eyes.
Cut to the next scene, where I'm driving the pickup heading back to my parents' house. I get to the 4-way stop and stop a fair bit behind the car ahead of me, when this guy and a little girl start crossing the street and start yelling at me for getting too close to them. I'm like WTF I wasn't anywhere near you! One of my friends was in the truck with me and when it was my turn to go the guy and girl like, held on so I was trying to shake them off and they stayed on until we got to my parents' place.
My mom wasn't home, but we were supposed to put the horses out or something. We still needed to get away from the guy. So I thought maybe he wouldn't notice us if we went to get help on a horse. So we both got on a horse and rode to get help. So we met at a neighbors' house or something and the guy followed us, where he started arguing with the neighbors instead and then my friend and I rode back home.
When we got back there, my guitar teacher from college was there with his girlfriend, and some other people I knew. (He just got on Facebook and I'm waiting for him to add me back; I don't know if he has a girlfriend in rl but he very well could by now.) We were all staying at the house apparently; when the dream ended we were planning a party, and it was time to go to bed.
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Post by Hades on May 1, 2010 8:53:21 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that I met Adam Savage in a coffee shop. He was willing to give me an autograph, and I had 3 notebooks with me. Not a single page in any of the notebooks was blank or had space for the autograph. Then I woke up.
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Post by Aqualung on May 2, 2010 21:49:09 GMT -5
I have dreams like that except I get the autograph, but always wake up just as I'm about to read it.
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Post by John E on May 2, 2010 21:54:51 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that I met Adam Savage in a coffee shop. He was willing to give me an autograph, and I had 3 notebooks with me. Not a single page in any of the notebooks was blank or had space for the autograph. Then I woke up. I had a dream like that recently where I was at a bookstore where Stan Lee was doing a meet and greet, but I was too embarrassed to talk to him because I was in my jammies.
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Post by Yla on May 5, 2010 13:16:01 GMT -5
I had two dreams which began the same way, then I used my knowledge from the first time to alter the way the second developed.
I'm fuzzy on the details (of course), but it involved several characters on a space habitat, who took part in some kind of party. Then a bomb exploded, killing several of the characters and more bystanders. Then it went on, but I don't remember much more, only in retrospect from the second part.
Then, same space habitat, same characters, same party. My dream character went to the toilet (just like the first time) and encountered someone looking like Alastor Moody from the HP movies (without the scars and the eye). I realized that I had seen him before, and remembered what happened afterwards. So, dream-me began to scream about a bomb, inciting a huge panic and everybody left the complex running. Then, after (almost, see later) everybody was safe, and some finger-biting wait whether I was a hero or a fool, the bomb went off. Only one of the story-relevant characters died (and her love interest cried and swore revenge over her body just as before). The crazy guy cornered dream-me and menaced me with a ray gun, wanting to know how I had that knowledge, but ultimately left. The death of the one girl still kicked off important plot developments. I remember that dream-me melancholicly thought about "that what had to happen, happened, but a lot of other innocents and bystanders have been spared."
After all, I got a cool story idea for a sci-fi story with seers out of it.
Edit: DrKilljoy, some details in your dream were awesome. I'll stop stating the obvious now.
Also, dreams are weird
Edit2: Duh!
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Post by Sleepy on May 5, 2010 14:26:22 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was playing in a pool (which looked like something from a water park) with this random guy. I would attempt to jump up on his shoulders while he was facing me and hold myself there with my palms. Apparently that was a popular thing to do in the pool. He did that to me as well. We wrestled around with some other people, and I ended up underwater for quite some time. Surprisingly, I couldn't breathe, though my vision was perfectly fine.
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Post by Aqualung on May 11, 2010 7:44:55 GMT -5
The other night I dreamed I was at my parents' house getting ready for work one morning. I was trying to make breakfast and everything I tried to make ended up burnt; I was very upset.
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Post by Art Vandelay on May 11, 2010 7:54:12 GMT -5
I had a dream last night were I ate a half eaten sandwhich out of the garbage, but it was ok since I knew I was the one who half ate it and threw it in the bin a few days ago.
Dream logic is weird...
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Post by Sleepy on May 13, 2010 13:28:52 GMT -5
Ok, I'm an official sick fuck after my dream last night. I was at a campground with several other people from high school. There was a pickup truck parked there, and in the back of it there was a huge orange creature lying on its stomach. It was either Dragonite or Zoe from Sesame Street. This guy named Kyle went over to the orange creature and started fucking it from behind. He was clearly enjoying himself from the look on his face. I watched the entire time, and when he finally came, he pulled out and stuff squirted out of him like a fire hose. This amazed me.
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Post by Sleepy on May 15, 2010 17:39:03 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that I was at the beach attempting to make a sand castle. I put the sand in the bucket and added water to allow it to form a solid mass, but each time I added too much water and fucked the whole thing up. I tried to get more sand to put in the bucket, but the beach ran out of it. There were actually hardwood floors where the sand had once been.
In another dream, I was watching Jeopardy. The clue given was something like "This famous CD is considered the strangest one of all time." One of the contestants immediately knew the answer: Mindi. I wasn't familiar with it so I went on Wiki and looked it up. The CD cover was yellow, and in the center there were four people's faces tilted in all directions. There was a lot of black writing above the faces. Toward the upper righthand side, 'Mindi' was written in a different font.
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Post by chad sexington on May 20, 2010 20:35:32 GMT -5
I had a dream this morning where I was hanging out with Jazzy and Hades; Jazzy was all getting about destroying stuff, until Hades commented that I looked like "that guy in that whiskey ad"* and then they both started teasing me about it * It was an old ad from the early seventies that for some reason had come back into fashion - featuring this suave man-of-the-world type extolling the virtues of a specific brand of whiskey. Apparently he looked like me
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Post by Haseen on May 26, 2010 3:37:58 GMT -5
Ooh, I just noticed this thread, and I've had some interesting dreams lately. 2 notable ones that happened in the past couple days:
1. I was on some sort of space base, and there was this celebrity chick talking on a cellphone in this room. She was talking about how old age changes things, blah blah, and she's 35. It was the only room connected to the bathrooms, so I had to go through. She was talking about her "performance art" which was actually throwing dinner plate like they were frisbees so they smash against the walls. I had to time it so I wasn't hit by a plate, and sprint up this hill/tower to the bathrooms. There was really low gravity, so I'm running with like bounces where each step takes me about 25-30 ft in a really low arc. Getting to the tower part, I'm jumping probably 6ft each jump as I'm "climbing" it. I get to the top, which is not actually that high, only maybe 25ft, and think about how it feels like one of those "wire-fu" movies where they suspend people to do cool stunts. Then it is revealed that I am there as an actor and someone is asking me if they should eliminate wires in our acting becausee it is too expensive. There's a spider web that I'm poking at with a stick, and I didn't have to go to the bathroom after all.
2. Everyone in the family went to some sort of amusement park, I think waterslides, but it could have been something else. The actual form of entertainment wasn't important. We all came separately and left separately. I came in my car, and left with my dad. There were somehow more cars than us, so we'd have to leave a car behind (3 cars, 2 people). There was no explanation how we got in this situation. My dad was making me leave my car because the rest of them needed their cars more than I needed mine, and I was pretty pissed about that. He moves my car, apparently to get it out of the way of other cars, but instead of putting it in a more convenient spot, he puts it farther in this backass corner with all this shit to navigate around and really tight gaps to squeeze the car through, and these boards going across that were too high to go back the other way on. I'm having to pick these things up and throw/push them out of the way, so I can get my car out.
From a couple weeks ago:
First of all, this dream felt super realistic, and it was dark out. I look out the window and can see it had snowed, which kind of surprised me. I was all like "Oh wow, it snowed!" It was only like an inch, slushy, partial coverage.
We had a baby fox that we rescued when it got separated from its parents, and we ended up keeping it. It was ridiculously cute, about 15lbs, maybe 6 months old. I started petting it while looking at the window. It was really soft, but after a couple pets it didn't want to be petted any more and swatted at me with its paw like a cat would. So I just looked out the window and there was more snow, like when things change in dreams and you don't notice -- there was about 8 inches of snow. There were foxes outside trying to catch something in the snow (I never saw what it was), probably 3-4 adult foxes, and 4-5 babies (super tiny) sitting on this mound of dirt near the window. I was sitting on the floor looking out the window, and there were also birds - like vultures - except they were trying to hunt that same thing the foxes were after. I wanted to show my parents, but everything went away before I could and I was left there talking about foxes outside, as the cats (we don't have) and dogs are scampering around, and the little pet fox is rubbing on my leg.
As for my weirdest dream ever, I wrote it down in detail and will do it as a separate post...
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Post by Haseen on May 26, 2010 3:50:23 GMT -5
Ok, so here goes, my mind-blowingly weird ass dream. This happened about 5 weeks ago, based on the creation date of what I originally typed.
I was this japanese teenage girl, and I had a cellphone. Except it wasn't like a normal cellphone, but really huge. something like 10" x 5" x 4". A big, colorful, plastic brick of a cellphone. It was waterproof and I had to take it into the ocean, except in this case, there were walls. They were wood, like the walls of an old cabin or something, but the construction was quite good. There weren't any obvious gaps between the planks or anything. I had to enter the ocean, swim along the wall (it paralleled the shore) about 100ft, to reach the corner. The waves would bounce me all over the place, and I just had the phone out, loose, so it would get separated from me, but it never went out of arms reach, and even when getting bounced around a lot, I could always reach the phone. Also, it was super important that the phone had reception, even though I never actually used it. Every time I got to the corner, the dream would repeat itself like groundhog day.
Ascii art of the ocean/room: (wall continues for unknown distance out to sea) | | | +-----------------+ Water | (approx 100') | ........| sand | (wall)
Ok, so I hug the wall, swimming, until I reach that corner where I would have to start swimming out to sea, and the dream resets. I did that probably 5 times before continuing.
At this point, it's me swimming, so I'm not the girl any more, and I no longer have the cellphone. After going out to sea, it turns into a hallway. Same thing, rolling waves, walls, etc. The depth is unknown, except for the fact it's too deep to stand. Whether it's 10 feet or 1000 doesn't matter. The hall has the tops of doorways throughout, but most of the door is underwater, but I never enter any doors. Also, the ceiling is set high enough (if it even exists) that I don't bump against it with a high wave. I hug the wall to the right (it's a continuation of the previous room -- they're the same room, not separate places.) The hallway is pretty long, when I look back down it from the end I see about 150 ft of hallway before I can't see any farther because of waves and whatnot. The light is bright as daylight, even though there's no obvious source of lighting. I didn't even think about lighting, so I guess everything is assumed to be well-lit. But this is only a description of the hallway, not the events, so let's move on. Hallway:
+--------+ | | [(door) | [ | | | (Continues for unknown distance(at least 150')
I'm hugging the right wall, and there's another swimmer in front of me. It's George W. Bush. We're going the same path, hugging that right wall, till we get to the end. A wave pushes me underwater for a split second, long enough to see underwater that he is completely naked. It's unclear whether I'm naked or not... the dream doesn't even address that, if that makes any sense. when I get to the end, Bush is already on his way back down the hallway, and he stops and says "When I was president I fought hard aginst libruls[spelling intentional] like you." and swims off. I'm thinking wtf (yes, even in the dream) and he doesn't know me, we never talked, etc. The dream ends as I start swimming back (just past the door in the ascii art.
Awake, I think "holy shit that was the weirdest dream ever, I must write this down!"
----------------------- Edit: The ascii art didn't work out. Anyone know how to prevent the forum from nomming all the whitespace?
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Post by Sleepy on Jun 1, 2010 10:43:42 GMT -5
I had a nightmare last night. I logged onto the FSTDT forums and went to the Lounge section, where I saw a thread entitled "Sleepy." I went to the thread and a poster with the username "ibesubway" had posted a picture of me! I freaked the fuck out because 1. how did this asshole find my picture, and 2. I didn't want anyone on here to see my picture!
At first I thought about leaving this nasty post on the thread (no one else had posted yet), but instead I decided to send a PM to ibesubway asking him to remove my picture. He wasn't online though, so I figured it'd take too long for him to remove it. I checked to see if there were any mods online. Nappy had just been online, but he was gone now. I started to PM Renae, but suddenly stopped for some reason. Then Bluefinger finally logged in. I sent him a PM explaining that these pictures had been posted without my consent and that they should be removed. He vowed to take immediate action.
I went back to the Sleepy thread, and it was already two pages! As I scrolled down, I could see that ibesubway had posted more pictures of me. This infuriated me. I also read through other people's posts, expecting them to be commenting on my pictures, but they didn't seem to care about the pictures at all. Many posts were several paragraphs, each paragraph containing eight or more lines. I was so confused. I didn't want anyone to see my pictures, but since they were already there, why was no one complimenting them, or at least taking notice???
I later found out that my ex had created an account on here and posted those pictures (he used to work at Subway, hence the username "ibesubway").
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