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Post by tygerarmy on Jun 30, 2011 6:45:37 GMT -5
Had an awesome dream yesterday to share, but I got distracted after waking up and forgot it completely.
But a couple nights ago, I had a dream I'm walking in Manhattan, it feels like the Union Square area but the street sign says 114st and it flickers between that and 117st when I look away. So now I think I'm dreaming about walking around and I notice I feel really light. So I jump and I get about two stories up. I try again, I get three, I run I get four. I do it again trying to fly, fail so I shoot my arm out and start web swinging. That's when I realize I have Spider-man's powers. So I web swing, wall crawl, run along rooftops. And it's the 'real' world so Spider-man doesn't exist outside of comics I try to make it so people don't see me, I'm not in costume, and if they do see me, it's just some strange guy on their roof, balcony, fire escape, etc, so now people in neighborhood I've been practicing my new found abilities are calling the police about trespassing and potential break-ins. So I head towards my favorite costume store. I walk in go down stairs where they have the more expensive costumes, browse around and when no one is looking swipe a several hundred dollar Spidey costume. Get outside, up onto the roof and put it on and then continued just cruising around NYC just without caring about getting caught anymore.
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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Jul 1, 2011 12:30:13 GMT -5
Dreamt that I was living at home, and that I had a class that started at 12:15 (I can vaguely remember the class number, 333, but dunno the class title)...I briefly dreamt about preparing for a test the 'next day', then going to bed while my mum fussed at me about something or other. When I finally awoke, it was 2:15 the next day, and my mum laughed at me for oversleeping.
I was so upset.
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Post by Paimun on Jul 2, 2011 9:35:21 GMT -5
I had a weird dream the other night. It's very long, so I pastebinned it. pastebin.com/X0jcYdNHThere's a lot of places and people you probably won't recognize but don't worry about it. They're not important. >_>
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Post by Hades on Jul 2, 2011 19:07:46 GMT -5
I had a dream last night where I accidentally severed my pinkie, ring, and middle finger on my left hand. I didn't go to the hospital, I just stapled them back on and they healed.
It was also one of those dreams within a dream. After I stapled my fingers back on I "woke up" and was like "Oh good, that was a dream" then I looked at my hand and it was bloody and the fingers were stapled on. Then I woke up for real.
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Post by Hades on Jul 17, 2011 5:08:27 GMT -5
I just woke up from a dream where my dad was standing over me while I was in bed. He pulled out a switchblade and told me to teach him how to play Dungeons & Dragons so he can be protected from zombies.
I don't even know how to play D&D.
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Post by Vypernight on Jul 19, 2011 16:33:07 GMT -5
Last night, I had a rather interesting horror-type dream.
I was in either a huge bookstore or library, sitting in a room writing a book. Some guy passed by me, looked at what I'd written, and 'strongly' suggested that I use more complex names for my characters (Archibald instead of Dave, etc.). I balked at this and left the room, but just as I walked out, the door slammed behind me.
I then saw smoke from under the door. The guy told me that people were horribly murdered in that room long ago, but their spiritual imprints were still they, and they were very particular about how you write in 'their' room, thus their burning my book.
I then noticed that my book was actually in my hand, and I started yelling at the room in a strangle language. I then told the guy that the book I left in their was actually an ancient book I recently found.
(The scene the changed to the story I was telling). Long long ago, there was a town that seemed like a paradise. The weather was perfect, the people were kind to each other, and rarely was their any trouble. The only major law they had was to sacrifice one person a year and cremate their bodies. This could be anyone, including a criminal or terminally ill person, and the method of sacrifice could be anything, even merciful.
Then one day, and old man who once lived their but disappeared decades before, returned with his horse and carriage. Over the next few years, the town changed. They began making books, lots and lots of books. What's wrong with that, right? Well, the books were made from the skin of living people (with their faces on some pages) and the words were written in their blood. Sometimes, a novel would be made from several people's skins and blood.
I don't know what was written in these books, only that they left imprints of the people just as the room had. And just like the room, these imprints gained consciousness. And this consciousness may have been very unhappy at being set aflame.
So we basically have two spiritual groups who are not very P***ed off at each other.
I woke up thinking that it was freaky. Then I thought it was kind of cool.
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Post by tygerarmy on Jul 20, 2011 17:18:07 GMT -5
I had a dream I met the Ninja Turtles. They were living in a 3 story apartment in BK and owned the two attached on each side. They were still hidden from the world and beat some ghost by blowing up the building he haunted but a short while later Michelangelo died. During this time is when I met them, I convinced them and their really hot human girlfriends, which they met after Mikey died, to go back to destroyed building because there could be a bridge to the other side to bring him back. It was the building where they have comic con on 11th st, right on the water and it had been set up for a Pokemon expo when they blew it up. That lead to me and turtles talking about Pokemon, which we then then used used to battle ghosts.
Then I woke up.
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Post by Paimun on Jul 21, 2011 10:16:38 GMT -5
Last night I pissed in a hottub and my mom offered me weed at the dinner table. Oh and for some reason, I remember getting in a car wreck with a car that I would have been about 8 or 9 years too young to drive when we actually owned it.
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Post by tygerarmy on Jul 23, 2011 20:32:42 GMT -5
Last night I had a dream I went to a Deli on a main road inmy neighborhood and it took forever because one person ordered food, the next person had annoying kids, then one of the kids got a Zebra cake, and I was like ooh Zebra cakes, so I got one that was priced $0.75 with my Arizona. The guy said $2, I was like, wtf? He then went to back and the Deli guy said 2 and change, I was like WTF!?! He's like it's hot I can charge whatever I want, I ended up paying $1.50 for just the Arizona 'cause I had already drank it in line. I walked out mad and then woke up hot and mad.
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Post by Haseen on Jul 24, 2011 5:59:18 GMT -5
I had a dream about a fake $100 bill and canadian pot guys.
It started where I was at a class reunion, and someone asked for a $100 check that they'd give me $100 cash for. It was a dream, I didn't ask, and just wrote the check and got $100.
I looked more closely at it, and it had the face of some cartoon stoner guy instead of Ben Franklin. Upside down. Fuck! I flipped it over and it had some shit about "know your rights" instead of the back of an actually $100. I've been had! A friend there was a banker, and was able to arrange it so the check was canceled, pronto.
Then I was at this party at these canadian guy's house. I had pulled out the fake $100 realized it unfolded out like an accordian to make a poster sized sheet. Then THAT expanded out with this foam stuff to make a full on futon mattress. But I had to collapse it back down, and it ended up a mess that wouldn't fold back cleanly into a $100 bill. My parents had given me a ride to the place, and were off at some other part of the party, while I was hanging with the guys that lived there. They asked for the $100 to make something out of it that would be really cool and worth it, so I gave it to them. They made this weird inflatable container out of it that they threw into one of their rooms for later. They offered free pot... and you can't beat free. The container would somehow make it undetectable across the border. Don't even ask, lol.
The "pot" ended up being seeds. No actual pot, but oh well. I hung out with them for a bit, then I was like "I better put this in the container before my par-" (I was going to say "parents come get me to leave"), but they were right behind me and I noticed it mid-sentence. Fuck! My mom said something like "YOU IDIOT!" and I just sort of dropped everything and was like "I have to go." They never mentioned anything about the pot directly, which somehow made it just more weird and awkward, and that's where the dream ended.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Jul 26, 2011 18:30:31 GMT -5
I had a rather surreal dream last night.
It started with me trying to sleep on the footpath beside Parramatta Road with just a doona, a pillow and with a TV across the road. For some reason, I remembered I needed to go to my father's house to pick something up (no idea what, but it was important). I walk a few blocks and reach a 7/11, go inside and find I'm at his house. There I walk into my old room and find an old man and a whole bunch of LGBT flags on the wall. I shake his hand and he tells me he's in town for the mardi gras. From there I go leave the room and enter the hallway and find it's been invaded by three pigs and a couple of kangaroos. While I'm worried the kangaroos will kick me in the balls if I piss them off, I manage to herd them into my old room by dragging them by the face and lock them in (the gay old man from before seems to have disappeared at this point). Then my dad shows up and tells me I have to kill the pigs to get rid of them. I move them into a separate room but I can't control them too well and they keep sniffing my legs and depositing snot in the process, which pisses me off to no end. Then I woke up.
Weird shit, no?
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Post by Art Vandelay on Jul 29, 2011 22:23:29 GMT -5
Another weird one. I was at the supermarket looking for doughnuts, but instead found a massive pile of retro Nintendo games (SNES and N64 mostly). So I bought me a copy of Donkey Kong Country 64.
If only I could do that in real life...
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Post by Mlle Antéchrist on Jul 30, 2011 13:00:31 GMT -5
Last night, I had a dream that I was having a birthday party in my mom's old house. All of the gifts were Super Woman themed (for some reason), and I was having the time of my life until my friend's mom suddenly proclaimed that I was too short to be Super Woman, stole all of the gifts, and then took them home and boarded all of her windows and doors shut so no one could get the presents back.
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Post by Random Guy on Aug 2, 2011 20:09:20 GMT -5
Last night, I dreamed that, while working at a digsite, some of the other workers and I had gone to a local pool that evening. I encountered my ex-girlfriend there with a dark-haired woman I didn't recognize, who turned out to be her girlfriend (in the romantic sense). Anyway, my ex was really surprised to see me and claimed that we were in Columbus, Ohio, while I knew we were really in Colorado. Strangely, she didn't react strongly to the revelation that I was dating a transwoman at all.
I occasionally have highly memorable dreams about encountering my ex-girlfriend again, and this was just the latest one. She was acting pretty out of character in a couple of ways here, both in openly having a girlfriend and in accepting my dating a transwoman.
While she is bisexual and has admitted to having done things with other women before, the last time I saw her she had refused to do anything with other women again and seemed ashamed of it, apparently believing that anyone who is bi has to eventually choose between being gay or straight. Also, I doubt anyone that confused by bisexuality would be that casual toward transsexuality.
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Post by chad sexington on Aug 5, 2011 10:20:53 GMT -5
I had a dream about a week ago that I had somehow arranged a game of Risk/Diplomacy at my local library with ArtVandelay, only to realise that I had no idea how I would recognise him. And this morning I dreamed I was walking home from somewhere, and ran into Madame Scarlet. We walked and talked for a bit, until suddenly I had to run off and be sick
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