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Post by Hades on Aug 31, 2010 13:28:32 GMT -5
That sounds like a Family Guy sketch. "You think that's bad? What about the time me and Aragorn fought Darth Maul in a burning department store?"
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Post by Sleepy on Aug 31, 2010 14:37:31 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was texting a friend, telling her how my boyfriend and I were doing sexual things and hiding it from my parents. Somehow, I accidentally sent the message to my mom, and she received it, read it, and proceeded to throw a holy shit fit. I remember walking around the house as she constantly yelled at me. It sucked.
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Post by gyeonghwa on Sept 1, 2010 13:20:37 GMT -5
I had a dream I was in Joseon Korea. We were investigating conspiracy against the king's consort when suddenly the king, the chief of the royal guard and I began to smoke weed. The dream suddenly returned to Hillcrest San Diego. And for some reason I was wearing the female hanbok instead of the male one.
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Post by Madame Scarlet on Sept 1, 2010 13:58:32 GMT -5
I had a dream where these indestructible Bibles were showing up in people's houses. You could tear out the pages, carve up the cover and burn it all and a few minutes later it would reappear unscathed. For some reason I was at my parents' old house with them and we were all trying to figure out a way to destroy them (why my parents would want to destroy creepy Bibles is a mystery to me), and my mom tried to use this as an opportunity to convert me. This triggered some hard thinking on my part, which led me to the conclusion that I must be dreaming because indestructible Bibles made no sense. Then I woke up.
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Post by Sleepy on Sept 6, 2010 9:37:23 GMT -5
I had a series of random dreams last night. I can't remember an exact order.
I remember talking to Mira in one of them. We were face-to-face, not online. She gave me a bracelet made of string, kind of like a homemade friendship bracelet.
Later on, my boyfriend was doing things to me, and my head was at the foot of the bed. I worried about my parents catching us.
I was at my old high school suddenly, and there was some sort of terrorist attack going on. Debris littered the hallway as ceiling tiles fell and the floor shook violently. When it was over, my boyfriend and I looked at the clock and realized we were late for Spanish. We hurried to class and got there ten or fifteen minutes late. The teacher was not happy. She told us that we had been late twice now, and if we were late one more time, we'd have to attend another one of her classes on a Saturday.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Sept 7, 2010 20:42:17 GMT -5
Last night, I had a dream that the rapture was occurring... I was in a sauna with a bunch of ministers for some reason, and they were all freaking out because the rapture was supposed to be minutes away. I was, of course, skeptical until they all started floating up towards the ceiling. However, they came crashing back to the ground after a few seconds. Gravity wins again.
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Post by Sleepy on Sept 8, 2010 15:18:30 GMT -5
I had a horrible dream last night. This girl who used to be my best friend was a serial killer. I was in my old elementary school and I saw her walking through the hallway with a gun. She noticed me and began to chase me. Terrified, I hurried to the office at the front of the school to ask for help. It was very difficult to run, though, and the killer was closing in on me. I entered the office dramatically by jumping through the enormous glass windows, screaming for help as I hit the floor. The killer entered the office and pointed her gun at me as I climbed to my feet. I hoped she wouldn't shoot, that she would remember all the good times we had together as best friends and would find it in her heart to let me live. She shot me anyway, right in the stomach. I was shocked, and I fell to the floor, dying. I couldn't believe she did that to me.
In the next part of the same dream, the same killer kidnapped me and took me to my own house as a hostage. It was as if she never shot me. She kept me outside and forced me to crouch on the ground at the back corner of my house. After threatening me with her gun, she got in her car and sped down my driveway to go somewhere. I waited about 25 minutes before trying to escape. Unfortunately, she suddenly appeared and managed to catch me, saying something like, "You tried to escape and I hadn't even been gone for 30 minutes? You fool!" She returned me to my original spot.
A little while later, she got in her car and left once again. This was my chance. I looked at my watch, and after 30 minutes had passed, I began to scale the outer walls of my house. The grass was odd, extremely green with random brown patches, which turned out to be a soft, flexible wood. In my escape, I made sure to only step on the wood. I finished scaling one side of my house and was about to creep beneath the deck when I saw the killer's car coming back up the driveway. What was I supposed to do now? Upon arrival, the killer immediately noticed that I was missing and began to chase me. I ran into the front yard and had trouble operating my legs. She was about to catch me. I couldn't handle the fear anymore, and I forced myself to wake up.
In a totally unrelated dream I had that same night, Hillary Clinton died.
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Post by Bluefinger on Sept 8, 2010 15:53:53 GMT -5
Was trying to have a lucid dream this morning, but I failed. Instead, I got this:
Pilots in Training
The dream itself had a couple of phases, first one was the shortest and wasn't exactly the clearest, but the second one was much clearer, vivid and a fair bit longer. Notably, for the entire dream I took on the appearance of a female again, though unlike previous dreams, I had blonde hair and looked a little bit more different to my usual forms. I was aware of this because the dream itself kept shifting from first-person to third-person perspective and back.
The first phase had me sitting in a plane I think with a few other people around me. My impression of these people was that they were friends of mine, though I don't think they were anyone I knew. We were having a conversation and it seemed to centre around why I was joining the Air-Force. I said I wanted to become a helicopter pilot and it is just something I've worked towards doing. Asking back to the others why they were joining too, and I got various reasons similar to my own and also that since I was joining, they might as well join me too.
Soon enough, the scene shifts to me being in a military base with my friends. We are in uniform and sitting in a room getting briefed about our training, the schedule involved and what we were in for. Afterwards, we were dismissed and we went to the mess hall to get our lunch, though the meal itself was fairly uneventful. Whilst i chatted a little with my friends, it was still a little quiet as we contemplated our training regime. As we finished our meal, there was an announcement made stating that the tonight's dinner was going to be decided by one lucky cadet's suggestion, so anyone with a suggestion for a good meal should hand in a paper with the desired meal written on with name. Thinking for a little, I thought to myself that I could really do with a nice spaghetti carbonara. Getting up, I went to make my suggestion at a nearby ballot box, and then left the mess hall.
After lunch, most of us got put into doing physical training and exercise, so we changed out of our uniform and into more suitable outdoor kit. During the training though, I managed to wander off and take a tour of the grounds. The base in general reminded me of one of my old boarding schools, large open grounds, lots of greenery, woods to the side and overall quite serene. Apart from all the cadets running about, it certainly felt nostalgic and peaceful. It wasn't long though before someone found me and ordered me back to join the rest of the cadets in training. Begrudgingly, I returned to the group and training.
Shifting forward again to the evening, I was back at the mess hall with the rest of my friends, queueing to get our meal. As we waited, one of the chefs announces that the winning suggestion for tonight's meal was my suggestion and that there would also be extra rations for everybody, prompting cheers from everybody. As the queue started shifting through, I managed to get my share of carbonara, though I was a little sneaky in nabbing a second plate and hiding it under my tray. Joining my friends at the table, they quickly noted my second helping and immediately began to tease me about how I was able to eat so much. As I began digging into my food, I just retorted to one of the guys next to me that if he didn't want his spaghetti, I was more than happy to eat it for him.
Despite all the teasing and jokes about how I was going to end up hurling during flight training, the atmosphere was great and somewhat nostalgic. Whilst I was retorting to all the teasing and finishing up the remainder of my meal, one of the guys announces that he isn't feeling too well and excuses himself from the table. It was then I noticed that he had left behind a plate of what appeared to be Sweet & Sour Pork balls. I didn't recall the dish being served at the canteen, but I took the plate anyway and began to eat the left-overs, prompting more teasing once again.
As I'm eating the left-over Pork balls, an announcement blasts into the hall stating the base is being attacked. Stuffing one last Pork ball into my mouth, I quickly get up and join the rest of the crowd in rushing to the armoury. Arriving at the armoury, I noticed that instead of handing out guns, we were being given armour and swords to fight with. Despite this inconsistency, I take up my gear and proceed to suit up in my armour, heading out to join my squad with a longsword and shield. As we rush through the base, we come to an area being attacked. It turns out the base is being invaded with vicious monsters, some of which were making quick work of inexperienced cadets. Rushing in, we try to fight off the monsters, gathering around to protect a female commander trying to keep control of the situation.
However, despite our efforts, this massive daemon appears out of nowhere and grabs our commander, dragging her through a portal. Shocked by what happened, we are quick to alert the rest of the base of what happened. It isn't long before another officer comes round and begins ordering us into the portal to try to rescue the commander. Gathering the rest of my squad, we charge into the portal without hesitation. As I cross through the portal though, I wake up before I got to see what was on the other side.
Interesting dream, and the fact that I had quite a different appearance intrigues me. Felt rather nostalgic too.
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Post by Sigmaleph on Sept 8, 2010 20:39:11 GMT -5
I had two nearly-lucid dreams recently. I've noticed both of them occurred after waking up close to my actual waking up time, then going to sleep again.
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Post by Bluefinger on Sept 9, 2010 4:01:52 GMT -5
I had a number of dreams last night, so I'll be trying to separate them out and remember as much as I could of each one. Some weren't exactly long:
1) First Dream revolved around me and a group of people trying to survive against an alien invasion. When the invasion first struck, people were getting slaughtered and I was trying to get away to safety amongst a populated city getting devastated. Immediate impression of this dream is that it feels like I'm in the manga Gantz. However, I somehow get caught in a beam and get teleported. Next thing I find is that I'm with a group of people of various ages and backgrounds. A voice appears out of nowhere to inform us that our task is to survive against the alien onslaught. Guns appear in our hands and soon enough, we see aliens approaching. We are still in the city, but as soon as we see the aliens, most of us scatter and run for it. I follow a smaller group going deeper into the ruined city, trying to find some place to use as shelter and to hide in.
Eventually, we find a place, but even so, we have aliens hot on our tails. We all find places to hide in this building and we wait to see if the aliens would pass us by. Not making a sound, we watch the aliens come and go without seemingly able to find us. After a while, we come out of our hiding places to talk quietly, but despite the lull, one of the aliens actually stayed behind hidden to see if we really were in the building, and an old guy in the group suddenly gets impaled with a sort of harpoon and gets lifted up to a hole in the ceiling where the alien was. Once again, we scatter and we eventually rendezvous at a square where we discuss what to do next. A guy who looks like the character Katou from Gantz states he's going to take on the boss in an attempt to stop this. As he says goodbye, a beam hits him and he gets teleported away. Last time I ever see him in the dream. However, it wasn't long before aliens are chasing us down and we are forced to scatter again, and this time, I remain alone for the rest of the dream. I'm back in that building again, hiding in the spot I had used for myself earlier. Watching an alien go through the building, it suddenly turns and looks directly at where I'm hiding, quite sure that it had spotted me. Instead though, it keeps on looking before walking away as if I wasn't worth the effort. First dream ends here.
2) Second Dream, Team Fortress 2 dream. Chaotic, mad, explosions everywhere. I'm playing the Pyro class to begin with and I'm toasting a whole load of people I was run through corridors. I find a sniper in a room overlooking a street, so I pull out my axe and proceed to hack the sniper to bits before laughing madly. Laughter cut short by a grenade from a Demolition guy by the window. Soon enough, I respawn and I'm a Soldier class. Running about the place with my rocket launcher, I take down a Heavy Weapons guy trying to clear a route through the main street. Quickly afterwards, I see the sniper trying to take the room I had killed him previously in. However, before I could fire my rocket launcher, I see another Pyro guy enter the room and kill the sniper by means of axe, just like I had done before. Dream ends here.
3) Third dream. I think I was travelling through a landscape, open grasslands and occasional forest, mountains in the distance sort of thing. I come across an older woman who looks like she is going on a camping trip or hike. She joins for a bit and we start talking about things, mostly on where I'm going, where she's going, etc. She's blonde and though she was probably around similar age as my mum, still rather pretty. Dream doesn't last long before it changes again.
4) Fourth dream. In a hot-air balloon now, trying to fly it precisely over a city, wanting to have it near skim over the rooftops of tall buildings or going through the streets. It was fun watching all the people below pointing at me and the balloon, but I soon have to change my plans as it becomes increasingly difficult to keep the balloon above the rooftops. However, there's a large open square in the path of the balloon, so I begin letting out hot air so to pitch the balloon down. I hit the ground quite gently, but the basket skids along most of the square before finally coming to a stop. I sigh with relief and soon have a crowd of people around me, looking in awe at having a balloon land in the middle of a city.
5) Fifth dream. I'm in a house and parents leave me with the instruction to take care of the place for a thousand days (why that number, no clue, but that's what I heard). And not only that, but I have a pet gremlin to take care of. It doesn't take long before chaos ensues despite my attempts to take good care of the house. Now, there are a whole bunch of gremlins everywhere and for some reason, they decide to wage a war inside the house. So now, it is chaos, madness, and more explosions all over again. I'm once again fighting to kill off all the rebelling gremlins and rescue the original, though the scene has become reminiscent of the Team Fortress 2 dream setting, with similar occurrences such as me using an axe to butcher a sniper gremlin in a room overlooking a street. After much struggling, I kill off all the bad gremlins and proceed the long and exhausting restoration of the house. Just when I finished getting it back to normal, parents arrive and complain about my room being a mess. Laughing a little at the irony, I just collapse at the top of the stairs and have the original gremlin comfort me for my efforts. However, the twist at the end is that my parents then decide to take another trip and tell me to look after the house again.
So that concludes my account of all the dreams I had last night/this morning. 7 hours of sleeping time for this one.
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Post by Sleepy on Sept 14, 2010 16:54:23 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. I went to the hospital to give birth, and it was completely painless. Shortly afterward, I walked outside to get inside a minivan and be driven home. I climbed into the back seat and was strapped into an enormous car seat. I checked to make sure the straps were sturdy across my chest. Another person strapped my baby into a car seat. I remember my baby having stretchy arms.
I got home and walked into the bedroom. My baby was in a carrier on the bed, not making any noise. It was 9 p.m. and I thought to myself, "Oh shit, my stupid kid's been sleeping this entire time. Now she's going to be awake all night and I'm not going to get any sleep." At first I thought that having a kid wasn't so bad. But then I realized that I'd have to go through this same routine every day, feeding, changing, and dealing with the kid. My heart sank, and I suddenly wanted a late abortion.
I was trying to remember how I got pregnant in the first place, considering that I didn't have sex. Then I woke up, completely convinced that I had a kid.
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Post by arrowdeath on Sept 15, 2010 19:35:04 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. I went to the hospital to give birth, and it was completely painless. Shortly afterward, I walked outside to get inside a minivan and be driven home. I climbed into the back seat and was strapped into an enormous car seat. I checked to make sure the straps were sturdy across my chest. Another person strapped my baby into a car seat. I remember my baby having stretchy arms. I got home and walked into the bedroom. My baby was in a carrier on the bed, not making any noise. It was 9 p.m. and I thought to myself, "Oh shit, my stupid kid's been sleeping this entire time. Now she's going to be awake all night and I'm not going to get any sleep." At first I thought that having a kid wasn't so bad. But then I realized that I'd have to go through this same routine every day, feeding, changing, and dealing with the kid. My heart sank, and I suddenly wanted a late abortion. I was trying to remember how I got pregnant in the first place, considering that I didn't have sex. Then I woke up, completely convinced that I had a kid. Anyway, my dream was that super-villains had popped up throughout the world and heroes were popping up too. Not to be left out, I designed an Iron Man suit in my basement and used it to kick some ass. It was pretty awesome, and felt realistic. Especially the flying and the repulsor blasts and...why can't I have more dreams like that.
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Post by Vypernight on Sept 16, 2010 4:06:50 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that I was texting a friend, telling her how my boyfriend and I were doing sexual things and hiding it from my parents. Somehow, I accidentally sent the message to my mom, and she received it, read it, and proceeded to throw a holy shit fit. I remember walking around the house as she constantly yelled at me. It sucked. Something similar actually happened to us. My mom thought it was funny. The other night I had a dream that royally p***ed me off. We were living in our new apartment (second floor) and we had a dog. One night, our sog was barking furiously and clawing at the front door. I opened it, and he shot out and downstairs. I threw my shoes on and raced downstairs to find my dog standing over a woman and snarling at a guy who was was pinned by fear against the wall. The woman was covered in bloor and bruises, and the guy's hands were bloody. I went after the guy, but the police showed up and restrained me. I was led upstairs for questioning while the guy started screaming that my dog had attacked him and his girlfriend. Although there was no way the marks on the woman's body could be confused for teeth marks, the police took my dog away just to make sure. The next day, I found out from the woman that it had been her ex that had broken in and beat her up. I called Animal Control, but I found that her ex knew certain people and someone in AC had switched paperwork and gotten my dog put down. Also, somehow, the guy was let out of jail. Knowing he would return, I told my fiancee to call the cops when she saw him from our apt window. Meanwhile, I stayed in the woman's house. When the ex showed up, I dragged him outside and proceeded to . . . well let's just say that when the cops finally showed up, I had a playground swing wrapped around the guy's throat, and I was alternating between kneeing him in the spine and grinding his face against a concrete step. I don't remember much after that.
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Post by balthazarthewise on Sept 18, 2010 0:00:19 GMT -5
I had a dream recently about Haruhi Suzumiya. I'm no huge fan of the show, mind you...I tend to find her offputting, and I tend to disdain anyone who is more than just a fan of the show, i.e. the people who spend half the day fapping to episodes of Haruhi, then spend the other half of the day talking about having done so on sankakucomplex. Now then, all I really remember was that Yuki (another character from the series) 'trusted' in Haruhi, as though like trusting in God, and was saved from having a train run into her, or maybe it was just a truck or some other vehicle. However, it resonated with me, and it has given me some comfort in my crisis of faith. I'm a buddhist, by the way. Perhaps I should post this to sankaku, the haruhi cultists will sure get a kick out of it.
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Post by Sleepy on Sept 20, 2010 20:08:00 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream that I walked into a room and three thugs were there torturing a monkey. I entered the room alongside my boyfriend and another tough guy, who confronted the thugs about this cruel torture. My boyfriend drew back to punch one of them, but I yelled, "Don't fight! Don't fight!" because I didn't want him to get in trouble.
Despite my cries, everyone began fighting on the other side of the room. I ran out to the hallway where I found a payphone and attempted to dial 1-800-ABUSE. Sadly, my fingers kept missing the buttons. Hurrying back to the room, I went over to help the monkey. He was hiding under a desk, shaking violently. I began to pet him, and he calmed down after awhile.
Somehow, the monkey randomly turned into an orange sea turtle about eight inches long. Upon examination, I discovered that it had small pieces missing from its flippers due to the torture. My boyfriend and the other good guy disappeared, and the thugs came to me and tried to take the turtle. They wanted to torture it some more. I ran around the room, holding the turtle and screaming to my two female co-workers, who were apparently sitting right outside the door. "Call the cops!" I repeated. They both yelled back, "They're coming!" No one showed up though.
The thugs were suddenly gone, and my co-workers walked into the room carrying extremely long q-tips, grinning widely. It turns out that they were evil as well, that they wanted the thugs to keep the turtle just so they could take samples from it and study them under microscopes. I began screaming, accusing them of just that, and they continued to walk toward me with extremely creepy smiles on their faces. I just wanted to save Mr. Turtle.
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