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Post by The_L on Jun 12, 2011 11:28:15 GMT -5
I dreamed that my bed was FULL of bedbugs, and then some of them grew to the size of a cat with huge jaws and I just knew they were going to tear hunks of flesh out of my body. I did not go back to sleep after that dream.
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Post by Iczer-Four on Jun 12, 2011 15:27:33 GMT -5
i had a relay good dream last night i was flying thew the atmosphere and into outer space.. the look of the planet was like a blue orb in the dark of space.. I then flew to the moon and made it have and Atmosphere and Life. As i was transforming the moon i heard playing. i know its kinda weird but it seemed to go well with the greening of the moon. anyway.. as soon as i got finished greening my moon. a fleet of space ships landed on the now green moon and we all had a party and made a great sexy civilization... then i woke up..
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Post by tygerarmy on Jun 12, 2011 21:01:15 GMT -5
I had a dream I was in a small, personal Army helicopter and someone else was flying it, I was slightly annoyed 'cause my generic army buddy who was flying it was flying it along the road with all the cars driving, he'd occasionally fly over traffic or a red light light, and while I didn't say anything, I was like why are we even following the road. We got to a mall/banquet hall and my CO asked why we left the helicopter on the roof instead of putting it back into it's suitcase form.
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SweetZombieJesus
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Liberal Christian and amateur experimental theologian.
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Post by SweetZombieJesus on Jun 13, 2011 21:50:08 GMT -5
Last night I dreamt that I was Marty McFly from Back to the Future, from the part in the 1st movie where he sees his "new" family to the end of the Courthouse chase in the 2nd. It was a lot like the movie, though Jennifer remained Claudia Wells (the Jen from the first movie) the whole time. Also, I could "feel" certain things in a way I never had in a dream before, and I was also aware that it was a dream (I actually prayed in dream that I wouldn't wake up until at least after the hoverboard chase).
Then I dreamt that I woke up and told my parents about it (I still live with them). Then I really woke up. I saw the time on a clock in my second dream; this was the same time I woke up at for real.
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Post by gomer21xx on Jun 13, 2011 22:12:29 GMT -5
I recently had a dream where I was hitting on Obscurus Lupa. o.O
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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Jun 13, 2011 22:14:37 GMT -5
I recently had a dream where I was hitting on Obscurus Lupa. o.O ...you're secretly Todd, aren't you? You fiend. Nah, I'm pretty sure everyone dreams of hitting on Lupa.
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Post by Hades on Jun 17, 2011 4:44:13 GMT -5
I had a few dreams tonight, and this is the only one I can remember in detail.
I was in the kitchen, and it was early morning. I saw this truck pull up into our driveway. It looked like some 1940s model, and was completely covered in rust. This grody old man steped out and started walking up the lawn. He was big, and had a scraggly grey beard and long grey hair jutting out from underneath a black bucket cap. He was also wearing a dirty black trenchcoat.
On his way up the lawn he spoted me through the kitchen window, and started talking. While he talked he was using crazy hand gestures. He was pointing towards the neighbor's house. I decided to open the kitchen door and step out onto the porch to see what was going on. As soon as I opened the door I could hear the song, "If You Don't Know Me By Now" eminating from a crashed car on the neighbor's lawn. The front end was crumpled against a tree, smoke was pouring from under the hood, and the driver side door was open.
The car wasn't just any old car, either. It was a Mini Cooper. It also wasn't just any old Mini Cooper, it was a genuinly mini Mini Cooper. It looked like something a monkey would drive in the circus, and that's exactly what I assumed it was. I turned my attention back to the old man and asked, "So where's the monkey?". He replied in a southern accent, "How the hell should I know? He's dead. Who cares?".
He then walked back to his truck and grabbed a chainsaw out of the bed, and started running back up the lawn. I kept yelling, "Stay there! Stay there!". Once I realized he wasn't going to stay there, I went back inside and tried to close the door. Just before the door closed he wedged the blade of the chainsaw in between the door and the jamb. As we both struggled for a moment, he said, "Ya know, they banned the new AC/DC album in Alabama.". I somehow managed to push him and got the door closed and locked. He started up the chainsaw and tried carving through the door, but the door in the kitchen is metal. Once he realized this, he ran up the lawn to the front door, which is made of wood.
I bolted toward the front door and locked it. He began sawing through. With my heart racing, I ran to the phone to call 911. When I picked up the phone, I realized, to my horror, that the "9" and "1" buttons were missing. There was just a blank space where they would be. Then I woke up.
How disappointingly anticlimactic.
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Post by chad sexington on Jun 17, 2011 5:08:46 GMT -5
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Post by Hades on Jun 17, 2011 5:09:54 GMT -5
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Jun 19, 2011 8:53:31 GMT -5
Last night, I was lying in bed, fretting about money. After laying there for a bit, I got up and checked my desk for spare change, where I found a bunch of 20s and 50s under a stack of books. I had a moment of happiness. Then, reason kicked in, and I thought, "Wait. This kind of stuff does not happen in real life. I'm probably dreaming."
Sure enough, I opened my eyes, and discovered that I was still in bed, with no giant stack of 20s and 50s.
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Post by Smurfette Principle on Jun 21, 2011 18:35:12 GMT -5
I recently had a dream where I was hitting on Obscurus Lupa. o.O ...you're secretly Todd, aren't you? You fiend. Nah, I'm pretty sure everyone dreams of hitting on Lupa. Unless they're me, and dream of hitting on Linkara. ;D
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Jun 22, 2011 0:50:04 GMT -5
Blegh. I just woke up from a nightmare where three cops kidnapped and raped me, then arrested me so it would look like I was just trying to get back at them if I told anyone. Then, when I managed to get evidence proving what they had done, the ringleader of the group slit his throat right in front of me. So much for getting back to sleep anytime soon. :\
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Jun 28, 2011 0:06:06 GMT -5
I had a dream last night that somehow involved me playing bagpipes, a poisonous spider biting me, and the cast of TNG.
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Post by Jodie on Jun 29, 2011 16:15:48 GMT -5
Last night's mare:
It off with me walking through a field. There is a thick and heavy fog and I cannot even see the ground under my feet but I can feel it - it is very bumpy and unstable, like I am walking on frozen pillows or something, if that makes any sense. I am walking up a slight incline and the fog recedes a bit when I reach the top.
The unstable ground I am walking on is covered with thousands of bodies as far as the eye can see. There are so many bodies and they are piled on top of each other so high that I cannot see any natural ground at all. Most of the bodies are men in green or grey uniforms but there are also women and children laying about. Despite all of the dead bodies, many of which are in various states of decay, I don't remember smelling the rot around me.
In front of me is a small pond. There are bodies in the water but not as many as on the ground and the water is a dark reddish brown because it is filled with blood and rotting flesh. I walk past the pond and to the other side of the hill, but it is slow going because stepping across the mounds of bodies is difficult. The fog has lessend, but there are still bodies as far as the eye can see and I cannot get away from them no matter how far I go.
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Post by MaybeNever on Jun 29, 2011 20:35:21 GMT -5
Last night, I was lying in bed, fretting about money. After laying there for a bit, I got up and checked my desk for spare change, where I found a bunch of 20s and 50s under a stack of books. I had a moment of happiness. Then, reason kicked in, and I thought, "Wait. This kind of stuff does not happen in real life. I'm probably dreaming." Sure enough, I opened my eyes, and discovered that I was still in bed, with no giant stack of 20s and 50s. Something like that once happened to me. I had picked up an accordion binder from a Good Will while visiting my parents in Colorado, but didn't do anything with it until I got home, which at the time was in Oregon. I opened up a side pocket of the binder while putting stuff in it and found about $120 in various denominations. I was living on about $650 a month at the time.
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