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Post by Sleepy on Aug 2, 2010 15:59:02 GMT -5
I had a dream I was at a carnival with my boyfriend. I was wearing shorts, but I felt extremely embarrassed because I hadn't shaved my legs in awhile. I hoped no one would notice.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Aug 3, 2010 2:39:15 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed I dropped my N64 in a swimming pool. Then I was desperately trying to drain it in the hope that if I completely dry it out it'll still work.
That was a bad bad dream...
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 4, 2010 11:44:29 GMT -5
The dream I had last night was like a combination of The Blair Witch Project, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon (a Stephen King novel), and a creepy alien film. I was going on a hike across the world with two older guys. We all carried backpacks full of useful equipment and dressed as if it were winter, despite the fact that we were currently hiking through a desert. I remember gazing across the desert and seeing nothing but sand. Endless dunes and the orange glow of the sun.
I remember arguing with the two guys. We were undoubtedly lost, and we bickered over what the best course of action would be. I think we had a map, which was eerily similar to the map you can view when playing World of Warcraft. Later, I remember hiking through beautiful green foliage and scaling the rocks above a waterfall.
The three of us somehow ended up at my job. I was a bit relieved to be in familiar surroundings, though something still didn't seem right. Dozens of customers poured through the front entrance and hurried to the back of the store, to our back room where only employees are allowed. I have no clue what they were after. There was one man who didn't go to the back room, but stood there in the middle of the store and stared at me. It was quite alarming. He was overweight, had a stocky build and no hair, and a paler complexion. I can't remember the exact details of what happened next, only that he molested me. He touched me inappropriately and did things that my dream-self tried to forget.
Finally I escaped the arms of that evil man and ran back to my two travel companions. They were both sitting in the store's single dressing room, which was miraculous considering its tiny size. I sat on the lap of one of the guys, realizing that I had my cell phone in my pocket. I pulled it out, intending to text my father. I noticed that man still staring at me and hastily used my thumbs to spell out a readable message. I sent it to my dad and waited a couple minutes. When I received no response, I opened my phone and navigated to the "Sent" folder, where the message I sent to my father should have been displayed. It was not there. Desperate now, I called my father's cell phone. Someone answered. It was not the voice of my father, though. It was a chilling, computer-like alien voice that spoke, "Greetings, and welcome to our planet." Those words were followed by an evil laugh, a hollow, low-pitched chortle that made my mind race in terror. Suddenly, it all made sense: We were on another planet, ruled by evil aliens who wanted to keep us for their own purposes. I quivered in fear at the thought, but alas, it was true.
I don't remember explaining that to my fellow comrades, but they understood it just as well as I did. We were no longer in the store anymore. I remember being in outer space and gazing down upon a planet that was certainly not Earth. It was an alarming shade of swirling red and blue. This was the alien planet on which we were trapped. A couple seconds later, I was actually on the planet, more frightened than I'd ever been before. The three of us finally saw an alien. It towered over us, maybe seven or eight feet, and had a flat, gray skin. It had typical alien eyes--large, black, almond-shaped masses that were probably five inches in diameter. However, the alien's most disconcerting feature was its head. The head was narrow at the bottom, but became extremely wide as you followed the face upward beyond the creature's nose slit. It was like an improperly inflated balloon. I felt utterly powerless beneath these alien creatures.
I'm not quite sure what happened next. I remember speaking to my mother, explaining to her that I was on another planet and needed to be rescued immediately. She vowed to turn the matter over to the police when we were finished talking. I vaguely remember the terrain of the alien planet. Both the sky and the ground were dark, and there were gray buildings as far as the eye could see. It was a startling place indeed, and I don't know if I was ever able to escape it.
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Post by Memento Mori on Aug 4, 2010 12:47:59 GMT -5
I had two dreams last night: the first one was that they had made a Half-Life movie that was supposedly really good, so I went to the theatre with my friends but they wouldn't let us in unless we took our pants off. there were also a lot of goats just wandering around my house.
the seccond dream: I was riding on top of a train. suddenly it goes off the rails and i start doing all these skateboard-like tricks with it. then I stopped because I got bored and went into a church with a bunch of pictures of Jesus doing random things i.e. walking a dog, reading the newspaper, dancing at a club, etc.
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Post by Ian1732 on Aug 4, 2010 14:11:35 GMT -5
I had a dream while I was at camp, where I had somehow traveled back in time and met my great great Grandfather, who, strangely enough, looked like my older brother except for the fact he was wearing a kilt.
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 5, 2010 10:51:20 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream that I was standing in my kitchen mixing ingredients for a cake. If you mixed the ingredients properly, you could put the batter inside yourself and allow it to grow into a child. That's how babies were made. I finished mixing everything, but I suddenly didn't want to have a baby because I feared the pain of childbirth. I started crying because I thought there was no turning back now, but my boyfriend came to the rescue. He took the batter and put it in the oven instead. This was an abortion.
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 6, 2010 16:12:32 GMT -5
I had another FSTDT dream last night! I was in a bedroom that contained two beds, and nearly everything was white. As I sat at the foot of one of the beds, I glanced to my right and saw Nappy kneeling on the floor beside the other one. He was auctioning several small items, despite there being no one else in the room besides myself. An auction had just ended, and Nappy was confirming the buyer's details before handing over the item.
In another dream, I was at work, standing at the sales counter and ringing up two young girls. They bought several large, packaged toys, but I couldn't find a price on any of them. Rather than ask my boss about the price, I decided to travel to the factory where each product was made and determine a price from there. And instead of gathering all the items and visiting all the factories in one swift trip, I decided to travel back and forth and do the items one-by-one. Most of these toys had been made in Japan, so I went back and forth between the U.S. and Japan several times. By the time I got back, the girls were asleep on the sales counter, still waiting for me.
In my final dream, I was in the middle of a busy city, trying to reach the top of a steep road that cars climbed with ease. I was on the side of the road, not the sidewalk, and when a car took a sharp turn to enter that steep road, he knocked me over. I was extremely angry, but I said nothing. The car stopped, but it was no longer a real car. It was more like a Halloween costume; the "driver" was merely carrying a cardboard car frame around himself, acting like he was driving. He looked out the window (which was really just a gap in the cardboard with plastic wrap over it) and began yelling at me. I argued that he knocked me over and nearly killed me. He became even angrier and violently pulled out a rectangular item encased in plastic. I don't know what it was, but the man was scaring me, and I woke up with my heart pounding.
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Post by katz on Aug 8, 2010 18:23:12 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that Stephen Fry and I were waiting for a plane while arguing about Dan Brown's books. I said they were a good, mindless read and he kept insisting they were trash. It was the most enjoyable dream I've had in a long time. Then we started talking about Oscar Wilde and Fry kept saying things that were actually about Hemmingway and I was like "Hey, he played Oscar Wilde, why doesn't he know this? Oh, shit, I'm dreaming." And then, as I always do when I realize I'm dreaming, I woke up.
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 10, 2010 18:24:41 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream that my mom cheated on my dad. In the same dream, my boyfriend cheated on me. I woke and couldn't remember whether or not all that stuff had just happened. I was very sad.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Aug 19, 2010 0:27:34 GMT -5
Last night I had a semi-lucid dream. Basically I was in a car with my parents driving down the highway. I realised it was a dream and said to my dad "hey, this is a dream, I'll prove it" and started lifing up other cars using telekinesis. Goddamnmit why can I not manage properly lucid dreams?!
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Post by spaniel on Aug 19, 2010 3:53:27 GMT -5
I had an erotic dream involving an anime girl and Patton Oswalt. I think I'm going to cry.
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 19, 2010 10:29:09 GMT -5
I had a dream that I was at my job, along with several other people my age, creeping around the store in the dark, hunting children. There was this guy from Texas wearing a cowboy hat, boots, and sporting a heavy accent, who told us that we needed to kill the children. He gave everyone a small stick with a tiny razor blade on the end of it. It certainly didn't look like it could cut through flesh. I rubbed it against my finger and it didn't do much. But yes, we hunted the children, who scurried about the store and tried to hide inside the clothing racks.
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Post by Moon Wolfhowl on Aug 21, 2010 13:48:34 GMT -5
A few months back I had a dream that my penis fell off. I could actually feel it. The stub itched a bit. Then I tried sticking it back on, and it started healing up wrong. I was very squirmy that morning... I think I had the dream/nightmare because I saw a picture of a cross section of a penis in an anatomy book. It was an actual sliced up penis. It looked like a fucking pepperoni. Never eating pizza again :( I had a dream that I was at my job, along with several other people my age, creeping around the store in the dark, hunting children. There was this guy from Texas wearing a cowboy hat, boots, and sporting a heavy accent, who told us that we needed to kill the children. He gave everyone a small stick with a tiny razor blade on the end of it. It certainly didn't look like it could cut through flesh. I rubbed it against my finger and it didn't do much. But yes, we hunted the children, who scurried about the store and tried to hide inside the clothing racks. Best. Dream. Ever!
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 21, 2010 17:49:54 GMT -5
I had an FSTDT dream last night. The only thing I remember is Mira telling me to do things.
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Post by Mira on Aug 21, 2010 18:33:45 GMT -5
I had an FSTDT dream last night. The only thing I remember is Mira telling me to do things. Awesome. Though I neglect to see how this is any different from the awakened world.
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