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Post by chad sexington on Jun 6, 2010 9:59:39 GMT -5
I dreamed last night that I went on holiday somewhere sunny, and I was hanging out at an outdoor pool attached to a hotel, and ran into madamescarlet. So we hung out and chatted for a while, but all I can remember talking about was saying I either was going or had been to an ancient library in Tibet, and then we joked that I was like Indiana Jones*. I went off at some point - it was one of those "back in five minute" things - and of course the dream changed before I could get back *or Nathan Drake, if you prefer (edit: oops )
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Post by Sleepy on Jun 11, 2010 11:11:40 GMT -5
The first dream I had last night was rather awesome. My boyfriend and I were getting dressed up for prom--me wearing my little black dress and him wearing a black suit and a top hat, I believe. I wore flip-flops instead of high heels for some reason. Two other guys were going to pick us up and take us out to dinner first, and they were there when we went outside. One of the guys, William, was wearing a black tux with a black and red velvet cape. The other guy was wearing a standard tux.
William commented on my flip-flops, something about how they didn't match the rest of my fancy outfit. I looked down at my feet and realized that he was right. "Hold on!" I yelled as I ran inside to get some new shoes, hoping they wouldn't leave without me. I put on a pair of high heels that looked exactly like a pair of shoes from The Sims 3. I hurried back outside, trying not to fall, but William and the other guy were already gone. Of course, my boyfriend had a plan--get in our own car and drive to the restaurant (Applebee's), which we did.
We were suddenly sitting in a booth at Applebee's with William and the other guy, but they had just finished dinner and appeared to be leaving. My parents and sister suddenly showed up, too. My dad drove the car right into the restaurant and parked in the middle of the aisle, blocking people from leaving their tables. My mom began to yell at him for parking there, but he just shrugged it off and said that people could manage. The car got pushed to the side, so people could squeeze by one at a time.
Next, we were sitting at the bottom of a large hill behind my high school. The graduating 2010 students were standing at the top of the hill as if they were waiting for something. The school's principal gave a speech, and when he finished, the students had officially graduated. Apparently it was traditional to celebrate graduation by running and doing cartwheels down the hill, which hundreds of students did simultaneously. I got a running start to attempt one, but at the last second my boyfriend reminded me that I couldn't do cartwheels. Many people from my class, the class of 2009, were there to greet the 2010 class at the bottom of the hill, and we did. Everyone celebrated and had a good time.
My second dream was quite sad. I don't remember any context, but I know that there were several men in my house, and I repeatedly sliced them with swords. I felt so guilty for killing all of them. There was one man lying in my bed whom I sliced in several spots, but he wouldn't die. I asked him what the easiest, most painless way to kill him would be, and he told me to hold his head back and slice his neck. I did just that, and when I sliced through his jugular, his body became limp. The jugular was an odd color, more of a pinkish white. My mom entered the house shortly afterward, and I began crying and told her, "I just killed a bunch of people." It was sad.
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Post by The_L on Jun 20, 2010 5:58:16 GMT -5
I dreamed that I was...somewhere public (mall? theme park? airport?) and Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne were selling ice cream from a kiosk. I got ice cream three or four times trying to get up the nerve to ask for an autograph.
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Post by Armand Tanzarian on Jun 20, 2010 8:22:12 GMT -5
Sleep paralysis.
After dreaming I was driving in a car where nothing worked.
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Post by szaleniec on Jun 20, 2010 12:33:54 GMT -5
Reposted from the thread I posted when I couldn't find this. Mods, feel free to lock or delete that one. Last night [actually night before last now], this was. I was on a train with some friends, and for whatever reason decide to get off at a station. It wasn't where I was going, must have just wanted some fresh air, and I was running to catch the train as it left (it was one of those trains with the old fashioned doors that can stay open when it's moving and people jump on and off at the last minute, like they have in Poland, but I wasn't there) - I ran, but didn't actually move, so the train left without me and all I could do was leave the station. Turns out it was in this Wild West kind of town, except there was a Little Chef down the road. So I decide to pop in for an all-day breakfast, as you do. The restaurant was far bigger on the inside than on the outside - the dining area was the size of a football pitch and had this massive gold escalator leading up to it. One of my Polish friends was in the queue, and we had a long conversation in Polish, and by the time we'd finished the restaurant had disappeared. So had my friend, but in the new place (which looked kind of like a shopping centre, but with no shops) I ran into some lads from sixth form who I'd not seen for years. At one point there was an escalator that was a loop, where you get on and it takes you back to where you started. My ex-girlfriend was also there and sold me a Star Wars book, and her mother talked to me - can't remember what she said, but I do remember that it was in English even though she doesn't speak English. Then the train arrived and I woke up. Went back to sleep, and promptly had a dream about trying to explain the events of the previous dream to my mother. Not in the sense of "I had this crazy dream", but "guess what happened to me today?" A few months ago, I had a dream where I was in the game shop in Poznan, bought a two-foot troll and couldn't get it on the plane. I still haven't figured out what the hell that was all about. This, I think, has even that one beat.
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Post by Haseen on Jun 21, 2010 0:34:38 GMT -5
I type up my dreams, sometimes shortly after I wake up. I just discovered one I have absolutely no memory of. *CTRL-V* In a different dream, I'm visiting someone's house, and they have a lot of really nice cats, but one is really mean and evil. It is the one on the leash tied to something while the others are free to run around. There are a bunch of siblings that are very weird, soetimes preventing me from petting a nice cat (And yes, that last sentence confuses the hell out of me just as much as it probably confuses you) Here's another that's often a recurring theme: I was driving, except I'm in the backseat and can't steer. I have to hold the break down really hard or the car will roll. I have to somehow get from the back to the driver's seat without the car wrecking. It's a minivan, and I have to navigate past all the seats to get up there. For some reason, whenever I drive in a dream, the brake is extremely weak, and I have to stomp down on it with all my strength, or else I'll keep rolling. If I'm driving an automatic, the idle engine will slowly pull me out into the intersection, even if I'm stepping on the brake as hard as I possibly can.
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Post by Sleepy on Jun 21, 2010 11:01:49 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream about an evil monkey.
I was a private investigator (probably because of all the CSI I've been watching--damn you, SO!), and I was inside the house of a suspect with my partner. There were two large white bookshelves crammed with books. My partner and I agreed that every single book was evidence, and we began stuffing the books into plastic grocery bags. My partner mentioned that we had to hurry up and get this done before the evil monkey returned. This worried me, so I grabbed books and shoved them into the bags as quickly as I could.
Suddenly, I turned to my left and saw a monkey about twenty yards away. His appearance was rather startling. He stood upright on both legs and was probably four feet tall; he was brown, but he had the blackest of eyes. His gaze seemed to puncture me with seething hatred. Then he began to approach my partner and I. We grabbed as many books as we could, but when there was just one row left, I screamed to my partner that we had to get out of there. The monkey was about to attack. My partner ran outside to get in the car, but I didn't follow him, attempting to get the last of the books instead. That's when the monkey attacked me. I'm not quite sure what that entailed besides clinging and biting. Eventually I shook the monkey off, grabbed my bags, and ran outside to escape.
My partner already had the car started and was ready to go. I got in the car and suddenly had a horrible idea: What if the monkey followed us? What if he was beneath the car right now, holding on, ready to strike at any time? Then I concluded the monkey would not be able to hold on due to the heat, and my partner and I took off.
We were going down a long driveway. It was my driveway, actually. And it had been paved (my driveway is gravel currently). My partner and I both noticed this and looked at each other with a what the hell expression. "Who the hell paved my driveway?" I spoke up. "My mom is going to bitch about this. It'll be one big sheet of ice in the winter." And that was the end.
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Post by Moon Wolfhowl on Jun 21, 2010 13:18:55 GMT -5
I have a recurring dream where I tell off my fundie aunt about all the ways she's wrong about stuff. Then she never speaks to me again. It's a good dream. But then I wake up on edge, surging with adrenaline, which is very disorienting first thing in the morning.
Recently, I had a "coming out" dream where my family accepts it and it's nothing big. I think I woke up crying because it was something that I want more than anything to be able to happen, but the fear of their rejection keeps me from being able to do that.
...I feel like an incredible emo for having said that, but there it is.
Before that, however, I had a very realistic sex dream involving a friend of mine and a mechanic's garage. Or was it a jail? I remember a dirty blue jumpsuit...
I've also had some inspiration from dreams. A lot of the creatures I've made came from things I saw in nightmares. There's a somewhat phallic spiky tentacle worm thing, consisting of three appendages attached to a scrotum-like main body; then there's a crystalline blue flower covered in thin red and purple veins with a red core, with the petals and leaves folded over the center core thing. That one wasn't so much a nightmare, as a crack-induced vision of a dream. It was pretty interesting, actually. I'm thinking the flower thing was my interpretation of the Quintessence, as it seemed to be on fire, dripping with water, incredibly heavy, and incredibly light, all at the same time. Alchemically symbolic dreams. Awesome.
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Post by Aqualung on Jun 30, 2010 17:42:30 GMT -5
The other night I dreamed I was with a guy and he was about to go down on me, but at the last second I chickened out and decided to break up with him. FML.
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Post by spaniel on Jul 1, 2010 1:35:23 GMT -5
I'm still not entirely sure of the chronology of this dream, but this is how I remember it.
So I was in a city at night. Except I had this thought at the back of my head that I was watching a movie. I think the city was New York (where I happen to live), but I wasn't quite sure. Some huge news story had went out about Orcus, the angel of death, being summoned to take a minion, or possess a child or something. So I went to the church where he was being interviewed by terrified people. He was at least twenty feet tall, and he looked like a red devil drawn in vector graphics. Like, he was abnormally flat. He seemed friendly enough, and I met him outside to talk to him. Whenever I talked to him, these paintings of children appeared in my head. We made small talk, and then we parted ways. I had this realization that it was winter, and for some reason, everyone moved very slowly and stiltedly. I sort of knew that this happened in winter, but I had this feeling that it only happened because of the angel's appearance. I stumbled home, desperately trying to push ahead, but my body would only move at the slow, limping pace that everyone else walked at. In the dream, I lived with a friend of mine, and his mother and sister (I'll call the friend S, the mother L, and the sister C). Every now and then, we would drive to a small store way the hell out of the city. Like, really out of the way. L would talk with the store owner, a strange, middle aged man, and then she would select some small, different coloured pins from a box. S and I nicked a few green pins from the box when the store owner and L weren't looking. We went to S's room, which was exactly like my room, and injected the green pins into our flesh. I felt like I was walking down a tunnel filled with green mist, then floating above a building, and then we were in the room again, except everything was misty and floating and surreal. I immediately freaked out, and everything went back to normal. S started laughing like crazy, making fun of me for freaking out. I blushed, and took another pin. This time, I enjoyed the strange floating, misty feeling, like the gravity had just disappeared. So after we had come down from our high, C walked in and asked us what we were doing. S yelled "getting high!" C ran off, and then we were in the car at sunset, being driven by L to the store. We walked into the store, but the store owner wasn't there, and all of the lights were off. L interrogated us, and I simply explained that S had been being sarcastic. Satisfied, L ushered us back to the car. The sun was setting, and I knew that there was going to be a blackout. Blackouts had gotten dangerous since Orcus came to New York, and they happened very often. L screamed for us to get in the car, and C and I made it, but S couldn't, and he leaped after us as L drove off.
Suddenly, I was in S's point of view. I ran over the hills beside the road, but I couldn't get them. I curled up behind a hill, watching the city go black. In the morning, I got up and started walking in the direction of the city, but I think I got turned around, because I was suddenly walking through a small village of tents and huts. Small crab-like creatures were wandering around, and there wasn't a single human in sight. I walked into a very large hut, and there were people making a huge quilt. I offered to help, and I felt like I was working on that thing for months, growing progressively smaller. I had turned into a dog. A corgi, to be exact. I couldn't work on the quilt anymore, so I started running to find the nearest city, so I could get back home.
The view suddenly switched to a town in the middle of nowhere, where a small cavalry and a group of mythical creatures were fighting off an attack. The townsfolk won, and sent out a woman to find S, in his doggy form. Her journey was predicted to take three months. Meanwhile, S was trotting along a road, like he had been doing for months, grabbing food where he could find it. He passed the woman, who couldn't see him in the shadow, and went down the road to the town. As he walked down the road, he turned back into a human, except one of his legs was broken and twisted. He collapsed in the town, and was put in a wheelchair.
Meanwhile, I, as in the original POV, went to the village, which was suddenly both in the city, and near the town, and told the quiltmakers, who I realized were all teenage criminals, what had happened to S, then I told them a short annecdote about getting high. I returned home, and talked about how creepy the whole dream was, and then watched my mother walk through the hallway in the most disturbing, inhuman way possible.
Dear god, my psyche is weird.
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Post by spaniel on Jul 6, 2010 1:55:22 GMT -5
OK, I like this thread too much to have it die, so I'm going to describe one of my favorite dreams.
So I was in a huge pink store. There were shelves of chocolate bars and candies all over. Small mustached men and tall figures in wispy grey cloaks roamed the place, occasionally placing their hands on the candy bars and disappearing. A closer look at the candy revealed that they all bore the names of different universes. I wandered the store for a while, trying to find my way out. Eventually, I walked down a dark hallway lined with bars of dark chocolate and entered an empty, white room. A few mustached men were standing around, and I asked one of them how to get home. He explained that I exit the store, walk across the mall balcony, and jump on the feet of the Ung. I found my way out of the store and walked across the balcony. Suddenly, I realized that I was a dragon. A quadrupedal blue dragon with big, batlike wings. I looked down across the mall, and saw many creatures of different shapes and sizes walking about. I was aware that they were all from different universes. I saw stars, and things that I couldn't mentally understand. Then I saw a grumpy looking man pulling a massive bronze shell on a leash. Every few seconds, a pair of legs would emerge up from the shell and the thing would stop. I knew that this was the Ung. I flew onto its foot and was suddenly bounced up into a very strange room. Everything was throbbing and quaking, red and veiny, like a bouncy castle made of cardiac muscle. There was a TV at the end of the room. The TV displayed two words. I pressed one and was teleported to my world. I flew onto a giant flower and overlooked the frozen lake.
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Post by Sleepy on Jul 6, 2010 18:36:51 GMT -5
In my dream last night, I was at my job debating the concept of time with my co-worker. I gave her this huge formal speech, something along the lines of, "Time itself has always existed, but mankind is the first one to keep track of time. No other organism had the ability, the mental capacity to do so." I said a lot more than that, but that's all I can remember. Mostly gibberish. The more I talked, the more annoyed my co-worker became. When I finished my speech, she had no comeback. She was astounded. She walked away muttering, "Okaaaaaaay..."
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Post by big_electron on Jul 11, 2010 0:53:57 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream that I was in Washington, touring around with a bunch of friends. The secret service takes me aside, immediately I thought I was in trouble. Rather, they inform me that I had been randomly picked to be part of a group to be the president's advisers for a day. Instead of tapping his cabinet for advice, he wanted to talk to some ordinary folks for advice. They had to be well educated. I woke up and the dream ended before President Obama came into the room, but my advice would have been to GTFO of Afghanistan and Iraq in order to reduce the deficit. The most useless war in our history is costing us too damn much money. Also, clean up the gulf, even if that means you kick BP out of the way.
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Post by chad sexington on Jul 11, 2010 1:52:19 GMT -5
I had another FSTDT dream this morning - I was meeting up with a load of forumers for a games tournament, so I went down to the mall where we were all meeting (in keeping with the video game theme, it was built along a similar plan to the mall in gta:vice city). I had a while to wait, so I set up my ps3 with a little plug-in monitor and played some RDR for a while, until some girl came along and tried to steal my controller. Not the console mind you, nor the monitor, but the cheap replaceable handset I fought her off, and someone - who I don't remember - showed up. Then we went to Mantorok's place, where Armand and Simsim showed up, and we sat around playing video games for a while, until mantorok started showing porn. Now that would be a good afternoon ;D
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Post by MaybeNever on Jul 11, 2010 1:59:30 GMT -5
Other than the fact that dudes watching porn together makes them automatically gay.
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