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Post by Haseen on Oct 4, 2010 4:24:13 GMT -5
I went into a library thinking I was gonna meet some people to go swim, so I had a pair of goggles, and also a snorkel mask (and the mask only). Nobody was there, so it felt kind of awkward, walking into, then out of a library carring just those items. Then I was swimming in the ocean, and decided to come back in. You follow a path, except it was flooded and waves were like filling this valley thing in and out. I'd swim when they came up, then rest against the ground when they went down, and the ground flexed a lot. This was weird because the ground doesn't move like that, but it turned out to be a chain link fence covered in some sort of cloth that made it look like the ground, so that's why it flexed. I was following this girl who thought the path was dangerous (she's swimming ahead of me), and she regrets ignoring the danger sign, and makes it her personal mission that nobody ever ignore a danger sign. Which is sort of awkward, because I just violated that. Then I was on a roadtrip with Oprah, and she was all like "Ahh, isn't it great to be alive!" and being all against the hustle and bustle of the modern world. I'm like y-yeah, still a bit confused because the dream changed like that from out of nowhere, and she said, "Hey, isn't that a doughnut?" Busted! There was a round ring of powdered sugar from a powdered donut that apparently touched my shoulder (too bad I don't remember actually eating it). I said "yeah, you could tell because it was all round and stuff, right?"
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Post by Sleepy on Oct 7, 2010 23:46:23 GMT -5
I had an FSTDT dream last night! (And it's NSFW.) Thank you IRC!
I was inside a large van when it came to a stop in the parking lot of a mall. I stepped out of the van, along with Vene and Oriet. As we walked toward the mall entrance, Vene and Oriet would randomly finger me. It was like another casual gesture, and they were able to do it with me walking briskly, and without bending over.
Inside the mall, we found a store dedicated to World War II birthday cards. I was no longer with just Vene and Oriet. Someone found a hilarious card, and about ten people gathered around that person to discuss its importance. Everyone treated me as if I were a child, and I was forced to sit on the floor in the middle of the group and stare at crotches. Occasionally when I left to view a card, Vene would walk over and finger me. I was wearing pants during this entire dream, but I'm guessing there was a special hole cut out just for FSTDT members...
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Post by The Lazy One on Oct 8, 2010 9:09:19 GMT -5
I was reading Game Change before I went to bed last night, so that might have something to do with this dream.
It was 2012, and for some reason I was running for president against Sarah Palin. Some of my friends showed up in this dream, mostly as being part of my campaign. Anyway, Palin was winning, and my campaign manager suggested that we do something so radically extreme as part of my campaign, to show that I was a more serious, competent candidate than Sarah Palin. So he suggested skydiving in my underwear. I decided to do it, and went on to jump out of a plane with a parachute, wearing my favorite panties (the ones with owls on them) and bra. While I was falling through the air, I get another friend on the walkie-talkie telling me that to get me to drop out of the race, Palin was going to kidnap my younger brother. So I kind of did this weird twirly thing in the air, and crashed through the roof of my house.
Palin was already there, and started laughing like a bad B-movie villain, she had my brother tied up to the couch. I punched her in the face, and got my brother free. The FBI then showed up and arrested me for punching Palin.
Yeah, it was weird...
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Post by Bluefinger on Oct 8, 2010 9:17:38 GMT -5
All I'll say is that last night, I had a very raunchy dream for once (and to my surprise, I didn't do something stupid like act uninterested or go elsewhere!). However, more specific details are going to be kept to myself... because I like to tease everyone. So nyah-nyah!
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Post by Jodie on Oct 11, 2010 16:27:12 GMT -5
The dream starts off with me in a comfortable cottage on the beach in a small town I do not recognize. The streets and houses around me are empty of people and I somehow know that I am the only human around. There are monsters and dangerous things outside and to remain safe I have to stay inside the cottage.
Though I never consciously recognize that I am in a dream, I know that I can do things that I could not normally, such as defying gravity and floating around and being able to see and walk through walls. For a short time I practice flying around and moving through walls before I risk a peek outside. The windows on one side of the building were boarded up or sealed so I had to stick my head through the wall to see outside.
The sun was beginning to set and darkness was growing, yet through the twilight I could see a large muscular creature that looked like a cross between a bull and a demon walking along the beach before disappearing either into or behind another cottage not far from mine. I become scared and retreat into the cottage, fearing that I would be seen and have an onslaught of monsters attack my hiding place.
There is a bit more to the dream but I cannot remember much other than that I am trapped in the cottage all night and by morning I have achieved the ability to become invisible after practicing all night.
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Post by IanC on Oct 11, 2010 16:47:09 GMT -5
I can't remember mush of it, but the other night all I seemed to dream about was performing oral sex on women.
No idea what that must mean, aside from "need to get laid"
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Post by Jodie on Oct 11, 2010 16:48:41 GMT -5
I can't remember mush of it, but the other night all I seemed to dream about was performing oral sex on women. No idea what that must mean, aside from "need to get laid" Maybe you are subconsciously desiring to eat fish for dinner! ;D
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Post by Sleepy on Oct 11, 2010 18:06:18 GMT -5
I had a dream that I was playing The Sims 3, and I had to choose my sim's favorite food. In real life, I've been eating a lot of olive chips lately, so in my dream, I wanted to make olives my sim's favorite food. I searched around and discovered that "Olives" was indeed an option. I clicked the olive picture happily.
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Post by Aqualung on Oct 11, 2010 20:20:35 GMT -5
Last night I dreamed I was conducting part of a piece in 5/4 time in my college band in a rehearsal, and I kept getting the conducting pattern wrong. I guess that one was because in the musical I'm doing right now there's this theme that we play over and over that's in 5/4. A couple nights ago I dreamed I was dating this really cute guy. He looked a lot like our piano player for this musical. Anyway we made it to like three or four dates, and then I woke up. ;_; I never have good sex dreams. God damn you all.
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Post by Vypernight on Oct 13, 2010 6:39:51 GMT -5
I was reading Game Change before I went to bed last night, so that might have something to do with this dream. It was 2012, and for some reason I was running for president against Sarah Palin. Some of my friends showed up in this dream, mostly as being part of my campaign. Anyway, Palin was winning, and my campaign manager suggested that we do something so radically extreme as part of my campaign, to show that I was a more serious, competent candidate than Sarah Palin. So he suggested skydiving in my underwear. I decided to do it, and went on to jump out of a plane with a parachute, wearing my favorite panties (the ones with owls on them) and bra. While I was falling through the air, I get another friend on the walkie-talkie telling me that to get me to drop out of the race, Palin was going to kidnap my younger brother. So I kind of did this weird twirly thing in the air, and crashed through the roof of my house. Palin was already there, and started laughing like a bad B-movie villain, she had my brother tied up to the couch. I punched her in the face, and got my brother free. The FBI then showed up and arrested me for punching Palin. Yeah, it was weird... You got my vote! Aqua, I know the feeling. Most of my dreams about women end with my saying, "Sorry, I'm taken," only to wake up cursing. Last night I had a dream I was a zombie. This is the first time ever, that I had a dream like this. Usually, I'm fighting zombies. I awoke in my casket underground, but although I'm strongly claustrophobic IRL, I wasn't afraid. I suddenly got really hungry and started trying to punch through the lid of my casket. It didn't budge so I kept trying and trying until the skin on my knuckles started to tear away. I felt nothing though, except for deep, deep hunger. Finally, I broke free and dirt came crashing down over me, I clawed through nearly endless amounts of dirt until I came to the surface. I climbed out of the ground and saw a lady kneeling and praying over another grave. I got hungry again, charged forward, grabbed her by the head, and ripped it open. I then started munching on her brain, which oddly enough, tasted like pasta. After I finished, I dropped her body and looked around. A priest approached me and brandished a cross, but I ignored it, grabbed him, and slammed his skull against a wall (like cracking open a coconut). I then ripped his head open and munched away. I then noticed that the priest had a teenage girl with him. She tried saying something in a weird language to me (or maybe I couldn't understand it because I was current living impaired), and I grabbed her and started eating her as well. However, instead of eating her entire brain, I stopped. I don't know why, but it had nothing to do with the screaming, which didn't seem to phase me. Then I saw her get up and join me. Thw two of us then left the cemetary. We walked into the parking lot of some diner and several people shot at us. We got hit, but I felt nothing. I looked to my new 'friend,' she looked to me, we both grinned, and then we lunged forward, overtaking the unfortunately group. I woke up not long after that.
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Post by Haseen on Oct 17, 2010 6:33:51 GMT -5
I was at some sort of summer camp, and we did this thing where one person acted as a cop pulling the other person over, and asked if they had a choice of something if they would take it. It was like, would you solve [insert problem] if it meant you had to suffer [insert punishment/penalty]. So for a long time, my partner and I couldn't decide who wanted to play what part (cop or person getting pulled over), until finally I'm like "fuck it, I'll be the person getting pulled over." So I sit on a towel and he comes up behind me and asks if I would get bitten by ants if it meantsolving world diseases. At that point, I start to feel ant bites, and the towel was on a fire ant nest, so I leap up, yelling "FUCK! Ants!" Then I'm walking in circles and I'm hearing an orchestra play "Killercrush" by Millencolin, except it was Goldfinger in the dream for some reason. I find my partner in the bathroom. He thought I just sort of abandoned the whole thing, and I'm like "no, I really did get attacked by ants." We both laugh our asses off (I only got maybe 6 or 7 bites before I got up, so it wasn't /that/ bad) I notice a huge ant on his face and try to warn him, but he was using it to get intentionally stung for some sort of science project. It used a stinger like a wasp, not a bite, and it was standing on his lower lip, and he was making it sting his finger by hanging its butt over it and touching it. I was waaay creeped out by this, and I woke up.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Oct 17, 2010 6:51:07 GMT -5
I keep having dreams where I'm being chased by a T-Rex. Occasionally, it'll be a tiger or bear, but the T-Rex keeps popping up for some reason. Maybe I'm being haunted by extinct animals.
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Oct 26, 2010 6:46:20 GMT -5
I woke up from a weird dream not too long ago.
It started with me heading to the convenience store to buy pop tarts (which I don't even like), driving an enormous, bright red semi-truck to get there for some reason, despite living within two minutes walking distance from the store & having no reason to own a semi. I was also wearing a hijab for some reason. While I'm in there, the clerk convinces me to cover for him while he's on his break. So, during his break, I somehow end up murdering a customer and do a brilliant job of covering it up by... hiding the body in the stock room, in plain sight. I'm a master criminal. /sarcasm
The clerk gets back from his break a little while later, gives me two boxes of pop tarts for free, then sends me out to my semi truck to drive back home. On the way to the truck, I realize I have to go to the bathroom, leading to a big lipped alligator moment of sorts where I'm trying to find a bathroom stall in an enormous bathroom, but all of them are taken or dirty. I finally find a clean stall, allowing the main theme of the dream to resume.
So, I pop into my semi, and drive back to my home, where I spend forever trying to get into my parking spot. When I finally get it parked correctly (breaking the laws of physics in the process, given that a semi couldn't possibly fit into any of the spots in my complex's parking lot), I hear over the CB that the cops are looking for a female murderer driving a giant semi truck and wearing a hijab who killed someone at the store. Surprise, surprise, the guy had found the body, and told them I was driving a semi. Knowing I only had a few minutes before they figured out where I was based on the hulking truck sitting out in the parking lot, amongst all the normal cars, I ran inside and began trying to come up with excuses for the murder.
The dream ended with dozens of cops appearing outside my house moments later, and me deciding to tell them that someone had pointed a gun at me and forced me to kill the person.
Dream-me is the worst murderer ever.
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Post by BeingFrankwithYou on Oct 27, 2010 20:15:02 GMT -5
I always have the tendency to dream that I can breathe underwater
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Oct 30, 2010 9:05:06 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that started off as a weird deconstruction of The Tudors, and then turned into the sci-fi version of it.
It started off with me as Anne Boelyn, except in the dream, Boelyn was Henry VIII's daughter rather than wife. My mother was his first wife, Catherine of Aragon. I stole some coin my brother had been given in a bid to steal his place in line for the throne (I have no clue how that was supposed to work), then claimed my brother had lost it. I had also had a coin marking my place in the line, which I tossed down some secret hatch/laundry shoot thing used to hide the royal women if someone tried to invade the castle. I'd also tossed my brother's down there.
Well, just my luck, someone does invade the castle, leading to the discovery of both coins when they're hiding my mom and I in the hatch. The invasion passes, and Henry VIII decides to execute me (how they knew it was me who stole the coins, I don't know, but they knew, despite my denials). I was held in some prisoner area for a bit. During that time, I saw an opportunity to escape, but like an idiot, I didn't take it.
I can't remember how, but somehow I'd convinced him I was innocent, so he let me go free. Of course, after that, I was terrified of him. He'd go back and forth between being a loving dad and being cold, which made me super paranoid. So, he gave me this plastic (yeah, plastic in the Renaissance... don't ask me) ring thing. I'd also been giving a plastic (seriously, wtf) car thing with a piece that looked like the back of the ring. I accidentally lost part of the car and tried to replace it with the back of the ring... out of fear of my father... he figured it out, and decided it was proof that I wasn't innocent of the coin thing after all (even though my nanny tried to convince him that I'd done it out of fear of him, which got her executed). So, he tosses me back in the prison to wait to be executed.
My mom comes in (looking like my real life mom but supposed to be Catherine; Cetharine of Aragon fighting for Anne Boelyn's life, gotta love the irony in that), and says she's going to see if the king will just castrate me instead. How does a girl get castrated? In the dream, the word just meant that they're chop off this starched collar thing from my dresses, forcing me to live my life out as a nun (again, I have no clue what the hell that was about) Supposedly, he agreed to this as first and even let me come to a banquette the castle was having, then changed his mind and decided to execute me after all, saying that my cousin (who looked suspiciously similar to my real-life best friend) was to replace me as his daughter or something.
Wisely, I chose to take the opportunity to escape this time (everything that happened in the prison the 1st time repeated itself over again). They recaptured me once, then I escaped again, this time making it to some treehouse place. This is where the sci-fi aspect of the dream comes in.
Somehow, I was replaced with a time traveler after arriving at the house, whose point of view I quickly took over. The treehouse was filled with modern technology, so me and my suddenly-appearing time-traveling companions settled in to hide from the king. The house had an elevator-looking thing that would take us down to another version of the house in case anything happened (there were infinite versions one below the other), which came in handy, 'cause we found a dying old man in the first house with dynamite about to go off.
We escaped to the second floor just in time. Unfortunately, this meant we couldn't get back up to the surface, 'cause the elevator was blocked by the rubble from the explosion. For some dumb reason, we figured we should set off more dynamite in the second version in case the king's forces came after us, and then repeated the process for a few versions of the place. I don't know where all of this dynamite was coming from. Unfortunately, we screwed something up along the way (pressed a button that caused about-to-explode dynamite to appear in ever version, just as we arrived there, so we ended up stuck inside the elevator thing for eternity, having hit the "emergency" button to stop it halfway down.
And then I woke up. WHAT the FUCK is up with my subconscious?
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