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Post by MaybeNever on Aug 21, 2010 18:39:15 GMT -5
I keep dreaming about Sam Waterston. Various contexts. Always Sam.
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Post by arrowdeath on Aug 22, 2010 3:37:27 GMT -5
Dreamt I was in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but all of the survivors had super powers on a DBZ-esque scale. Except for Batman.
And that's what happens when I don't actively try to be lucid in my dreams.
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Post by Bluefinger on Aug 22, 2010 11:33:22 GMT -5
Don't mind me, I just want to share this dream because it was just so epic:
"Apocalyptic Vista
Man, I had an epic dream again. Seriously. It sort of begins like so: I'm going through a market, following what seems to be an angel. I'm carrying a whole bunch of stuff, mostly wooden weapons including a spear (but the tip was still wooden, not a metal blade). It was peculiar though as it turned out that the weapons were made of a white wood, which felt both dense and yet light. As I'm talking to the angel, it turns out that the angel is my mum in appearance. Apparently, it turns out I'm supposed to be training to become an anti-daemon warrior, which means training to use spiritual power, not physical weapons. I even asked her whether this meant there was a God, but it turns out it is only an extra strong angel in command of all the angels (named Michael), versus a legion of daemons who want nothing else other than to crush the angels and turn all humans into daemons. I eventually come to this flat, but it turns out to be huge inside. Really spacious, but also somewhat spartan. I am led to this armoury filled with nothing but white wood weapons, some of them pretty much nothing but oversized oars and clubs. I'm told that the spear I'm holding is the Spear of Raphael, which is incredibly powerful. I ask how does one fight with wooden weapons, I just get told that this wood channels spirit force and what damages daemons is that spirit force, not the physical blow. I pick up a club/sword weapon as we are about start training when we notice that we are not alone in the flat. We turn around to see another figure on the other side of the room, but it appears she is covered by a dark aura and I get a really sinister impression off the person. As this person comes closer, it turns out to be my aunt in appearance. My mum shouts out to my daemon aunt, asking what is she doing here and how did she manage to get past the wards. My aunt just laughs and states that there are few wards that can hold an arch-daemon out for long, and it was a mere question of persistance on her part. It turns out she is after the spear, and as soon as she made that clear, she shimmers out of sight. I instinctually duck just in time to avoid a lethal blow, aimed for the head as my daemon aunt had tried to attack me from the side at lightning speed. In reaction, I spin the spear around (as I was still holding it) and tried to slash my aunt in half, but before the wooden blade tip could connect, she was already hanging onto the chandlier on the ceiling. Laughing away, she would just taunt at us, whilst my mum would begin to tell me just to ignore the obvious provocations and to go put the spear somewhere secure. At this point, I turn around to leave, but daemon aunt shimmers in front of me in an attempt to stop me. Just as soon as she appeared, my mum was already behind my aunt about to swing down this wide bastard sword (again wooden). They both shimmer away, and all I could hear where these loud bangs and clangs, as everything that was happening was occurring at such a speed that I could barely register. Eventually, I would just see for a moment my mum stop to tell me to get moving before shimmering away just in time to avoid a blow from my aunt. I was running out of the room at this point, and after a few turns through the large flat, I came to a room where I knew there was a secret and secure safe, big enough for the spear to be kept in. I went into the safe, and placed the spear on top of a drawer inside. Closing the safe, I made sure everything was safe before going back, only to have my mum appear by my side to tell me to escape. I nodded but as we were running by the large room, we saw my aunt just laughing away, holding onto the spear I had put effort into securing. My mum and I go on the attack, and instead, my aunt just dodges our attacks and ends up sitting on a ledge high up on the wall. Smiling down at us, she tells us that the spear doesn't just accept pure spiritual power and that there was a very good reason why she wanted it so much. However, she then throws the spear at me in an attempt to kill me, but I quickly dodge the spear, despite it embedding itself really deeply into the floor by me. I ask the daemon why she threw it when she said she needed it, though my aunt just grinned and told me to look outside. When I went over to the window, the sight I saw shocked and awed me. What would have been a city vista from the top of a tall building was now a raging inferno. A massive, glowing plume was rising from the middle of the city, with cloud spewing from the sides and covering most of what I could see in a glowing veil. But, what shocked me was what was hidden in the cloud. Daemons, countless daemons hidden and moving amongst the glowing cloud, spreading out across the city, and I could hear both the screams of people and the hideous shrieks of all the daemons combining into one dreadful sound. My mum however, just stood next to me and said "Well, looks like it is time to get to work", and with that she ran across to the spear, pulled it from the ground and lunged at my aunt, taking her out and slamming both of them through the wall. As for myself, I ran into the armoury and picked a large oar/paddle/club and a smaller one before turning around and running out of the window. Jumping out of the building, I launched myself into the cloud of daemons and began to slash and scythe my way through the wall of daemonic flesh and horn. One thing I noticed though is as I slashed, the weapons never touched or battered the flesh of the daemons, instead it sort of split through it without ever coming into contact. Regardless, I was pretty much taking on a massive horde near single-handed, just screaming out in a battle cry as I fought the mass of daemons. I wake up at this point though, just a little bit into the crazy battle. Bit of a wall of text, but seriously, that apocalyptic vista was just... amazing. It was so vivid, like a picture of doom you see in movies with REALLY good CGI-effects. I was completely taken back by it at first, because it was just so clear. Epic dream was epic."
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Post by Hades on Aug 23, 2010 7:39:21 GMT -5
I had this really bizarre segment in a dream I was having last night.
I was running from authorities because I had committed some sort of crime, I don't know what. After being captured, I was taken to a disgusting and dank prison. They decided to let me go, but before I left they wanted to show me something to sort of scare me straight. I was taken down to a basement cell with a clear wall, sort of like the cell that held Hannibal Lector in Silence of the Lambs. The inside of the cell was dark and dirty. This is what was inside:
The Penguin (from Batman), naked, gagged and tied to a chair. A nasty and decrepit bed. On this bed, there were 3 people (all naked) - The Joker, Two-Face, and Mario. Mario was also tied and gagged, laying on the bed shivering with fear. The Joker and Two-Face were seductively running their fingers along Mario's body. Then, I woke up.
It was probably the most horrifying dream I've ever had, yet at the same time I can't help but laugh at how bizarre it was.
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Post by The_L on Aug 23, 2010 10:42:11 GMT -5
Hades, I think there is only one possible interpretation here. You're gay for Mario.
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Post by Sandafluffoid on Aug 23, 2010 16:48:49 GMT -5
I think it was a dream about fan fiction.
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 23, 2010 17:11:53 GMT -5
I haven't remembered my dreams since I was maybe eight years old. I still have vague memories of a nightmare from around then, but nothing recent.
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Post by shykid on Aug 23, 2010 18:04:47 GMT -5
This is what too much bad Rule 34 does to your mind.
ETA: I almost always remember my dreams, but they're usually boring and normal, with only a couple of occasional absurdities thrown in. One fairly recurring oddity is my cat Mookitty being able to talk (or at least communicate telepathically -- his mouth doesn't actually move). He sounds like Garfield from the original cartoon. It's pretty awesome.
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Post by Hades on Aug 23, 2010 18:26:37 GMT -5
Hades, I think there is only one possible interpretation here. You're gay for Mario. I'm a sucker for the 'stache.
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 23, 2010 20:40:25 GMT -5
I had a dream that my ex beat the shit out of my current boyfriend and forced him to wear the uniform of a pizza delivery boy. Then he turned into this tall, scary, tree-like creature and went around Wal-Mart smashing things.
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Post by Hades on Aug 31, 2010 7:56:27 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that Aragorn and I were fighting Darth Maul in an abandoned department store. For some reason, Maul's lightsaber was unable to cut through Aragorn's sword, so it was pretty much a regular sword fight. The store caught on fire at some point, and I woke up before the fight was over.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Aug 31, 2010 8:48:13 GMT -5
That sounds like a Family Guy sketch.
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Post by chad sexington on Aug 31, 2010 9:15:35 GMT -5
I had another FSTDT dream this morning. Only instead of the usual three or four members, it was every single person on the forum, even the ones who've never posted. So there was like 1500 people all crowded together. I can't remember anything that happened, though
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Post by Ranger Joe on Aug 31, 2010 9:59:55 GMT -5
I had another FSTDT dream this morning. Only instead of the usual three or four members, it was every single person on the forum, even the ones who've never posted. So there was like 1500 people all crowded together. I can't remember anything that happened, though Unless I wasn't wearing pants, it wasn't accurate. LoL
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Post by Ian1732 on Aug 31, 2010 10:42:23 GMT -5
I had a strange dream last night. I was in my school's auditorium for some sort of performance, and a bunch of students put on abridged versions of plays, or something along the lines of that. But one part that really stood out to me was the fact that the girl I like was in it. And she was wearing this strange black hat, like a cross between a beret and a couch pillow.
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