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Cesar
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posted 11-17-2003 10:00 PM
Post your most weird/scary/exciting dreams you recall or wrote down.
I would post mine but it is extremely fucked up and on another machine ATM. I also had a dream a night ago where my entire family is killed in a plane crash. I suddenly went from the plane onto dry land to witness the crash, and then suddenly my sister showed up. Then somehow, I've ended up in a non-french speaking part of France ![[Confused]](confused.gif) ![[Frown]](frown.gif)
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posted 11-17-2003 10:58 PM
The weirdest thing about my dreams is that I never remember any of them.
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posted 11-17-2003 11:09 PM
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Then somehow, I've ended up in a non-french speaking part of France
Gilette's foreign headquarters?
~Uiru
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posted 11-17-2003 11:11 PM
How did you know that you were in France?
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posted 11-17-2003 11:21 PM
I had one dream where they were selling pieces of american cheese in the cafeteria instead of chips at my grade school.
I had a dream that I was watching a black and white cowboy movie while everyone in my class came to my house randomly and either sat and watched the movie with me or asked me for advice. Then I went outside cause it was raining and I had to put a pot at the top of the hill to stop the lightening from hitting the house. Then when I got down the the front porch my sister was there and she told me I was going to get in trouble for being outside when I should be sleeping and I began to go "I'm not really here...this is all an illusion..." It worked too I think. o.O
I had this other dream where I was at a pet shop and I went in back to see all the puppies and kittens and when I got back there all of them were crammed in the cages so badly that their faces were smooshed against the glass. I started crying and actually woke up shaking and crying also.
I had another dream that my grandpa had died and my sister and my brothers and I went upstairs to this room with a small table that was only like a foot off the floor and we sat there to go through pictures and stuff and I cried "I want mommy back!" and I started sobbing because it seems that my mom died in that dream as well. Uh...that was another one where I woke up shaking and crying.
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Cesar
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posted 11-17-2003 11:56 PM
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Gilette's foreign headquarters?
The only thing I can recall is a semi-forest area, and I think there was a river.
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How did you know that you were in France?
I don't know, I just knew
Now that Miko meantions pets, I did have this one dream of dragging a family member's dead dog by the leash through the subway system. It was as if the dog was frozen solid, didn't move, but seemed to stay perfectly stiff. The dog was pretty dirty too. I was crying when I awoke.
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posted 11-18-2003 05:44 AM
I was sitting on some sort of curb/hill thing, don't know how to explain it, with this old guy. Old guy with sunglasses. We were just sittin' there, postin', chillin' a bit. Then I looked up in the sky, and I saw the sun start going fucking apeshit, it was swerving all over the place, moving in and out and shit. I started yelling at the old man. He was just sitting there and smiling as if nothing was going on. Then I looked up at the sun again. It was closer.
So, next thing I know, I'm in this house with all my friends and stuff. They were all kinda asleep, since it's about noon and I woke up earlier than everyone else I guess. I come in and I'm all nonchalant. "Hey, the sun's coming closer. We're all going to die." And everyone's like, yeah yeah, whatever. So I grab the nearest person(can't recall who it was, she was female though), and drag them the fuck over to the window so she can see. She screams "HOLY FUCK" and runs back into the room, and tells everyone that the sun's coming closer and that we're all going to die. I remember thinking to myself, "Holy hell, this is cool." I kept trying to look at the sun. It didn't get brighter as it got closer, but it seemed more like the sun was blacker in the middle or something. I dunno, it's difficult to explain, but I could look at the sun and not go blind. I kept looking at the sun and it just kept getting closer.
So everyone around me is freaking out, and I'm standing there wondering what I'm going to do with my last few minutes alive. The dream gets kind of disjointed at this point. For some reason or another I find (a female friend of mine), still asleep in some remote back room of the house, and then, next thing I know, I'm running to the front of the house, and I see the sun, like bearing down on the Earth, it was like a big, fiery, black and orange ball of doom. So I stuck my arm out into sunlight to see how fast it would get sunburnt. It only took me about 2 seconds to develop a rather red little sunburn on my arm, which is a pretty long time to develop one since the sun's oh, what, a mile away? Don't ask me how the earth is still not ablaze due to the sun's proximity, 'cause it's my dream, dammit.
So I decide to get back to (a female friend of mine). But then, I'm too fascinated by the sun. Strange thing is, I wasn't afraid to die, or get burnt to death, or anything. I was really fascinated. I didn't even want some last minute action before I burned to death. It was really, really strange. So, I sat just inside the door, and the sun kind of engulfed the house, and started setting the roof on fire, and I just sat there, looking at the sun, and watching the house burn down around me. But just as the sun was about to reach me, I woke up.
tl;dr: fuck you
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posted 11-18-2003 11:02 AM
I dreamt that a nuke had gone off in London and I had to duck and cover and hope for the best.
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posted 11-18-2003 12:29 PM
This thread is just asking for it. Literally.
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Miko
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posted 11-18-2003 01:05 PM
Asking for what?
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posted 11-18-2003 03:18 PM
Duck.... and Cover!
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posted 11-18-2003 06:01 PM
Hey, I had a dream very similar to Ikuse's. The only difference was it was at night, and it was the moon. I was in the living room, and looked out and saw the moon (a bit bigger than usual, but I think that was just so it was easier to see). As I looked at it, it shook; it looked like when you hit a mirror, and it wobbles a lot before slowly coming to a stop. Anyway, I thought it was really wierd, and my brother was there (don't remember whether he was scared), and I realized that the moon became 'unhinged' and was going to crash into us. As it came closer it turned red and I was freaking out, but I woke up before the world ended.
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I had a really crazy dream where I was in a field. I was sort of like a park, but it wasn't like anywhere I've ever heard of. The landscape (as far as you can see) was completely flat, the sky was blue with a few clouds added for effect, and the grass was very short and very green (read: perfect). Although the horizon was flat, the ground was actually quite bumpy, and looked almost like small, rolling waves only without the movement. In the pockets that resulted from the slight hilliness of the ground was water. As far as you can see are pools of crystal- clear water big enough to comfortably swim in, and people. It was almost like a water park, and people loved going swimming here.
I was alone and there was nobody around that I knew, but it didn't matter. Actually, I was sort of off, away from the crowd. I dove, swam a bit, and breathed in. I found out that I could breathe underwater. Wohoo! Then I woke up and was immediately disappointed.
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I also had a dream where my sister died of a mescaline overdose. It was scary, but when I woke up I was just thinking W T F.
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I used to have Pokemon related dreams which were pretty lame; most of them were about playing the game rather than living it.
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I have a few more, but I don't know how interesting they are.
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posted 11-18-2003 09:23 PM
someone post their erotica dreams, perferably a female azurian... ![[PBJ Time!]](graemlins/pbjtime.gif)
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posted 11-18-2003 09:41 PM
Well this one time I had this dream and.....wait....that really happened.
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posted 11-18-2003 09:44 PM
I don't have erotica dreams.
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posted 11-18-2003 09:46 PM
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Originally posted by Miko:
Well this one time I had this dream and.....wait....that really happened.
![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
I win this thread.
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posted 11-18-2003 09:49 PM
oh god
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posted 11-19-2003 10:54 AM
IceHawk700000: I lose this thread.
Better.
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posted 11-19-2003 01:13 PM
i dreamt that i talked to cesar on irc after over a year.
will my dream come true? only time will tell.
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$$Bling Bling$$" ~Jman
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posted 11-19-2003 02:45 PM
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Originally posted by MK:
someone post their erotica dreams, perferably a female azurian...
I had a dream Sunday morning that cfalcon and I were fucking in my parents' bed.
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posted 11-19-2003 04:08 PM
(^^emoticon representing Seefalcon^^)
Go baldy...
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posted 11-19-2003 04:08 PM
he wants detail.
position, things you said during the sexual adventure, the amount of titty honks he got in, etc.
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$$Bling Bling$$" ~Jman
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posted 11-19-2003 04:27 PM
I was about to post about some odd dreams I had, but then I realized that I hadn't read everyone else's posts, because I didn't care too much about *their* dreams... much of the interesting nature is that it is *YOUR* dream, after all.
So I decided to not post them, instead.
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posted 11-19-2003 06:26 PM
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.
One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.
This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.
So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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posted 11-19-2003 06:44 PM
*applause*
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posted 11-19-2003 06:45 PM
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I like Jessie from Team Rocket <3
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posted 11-19-2003 06:52 PM
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tl;dr
I think you missed something....
[Read: something so blatantly obvious that missing it requires self-mutilation of 100 smacks to the face with a hot iron immediately and then revealing the gimmick account]
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posted 11-20-2003 01:29 AM
wait a minute...
you didn't have that dream!
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posted 11-20-2003 02:01 AM
post cfalcon, you know you want to.
nice post SDShamsel.
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posted 11-20-2003 09:27 AM
*Danza-slaps the sunburned bug*
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posted 11-20-2003 12:41 PM
My most scary dream was this:
I wake up after sleeping. This is why the dream was so scary, since I was fucking convinced I woke up just like I usually do, and that everything which happened was 100% for real. So I wake up, I put my feet on the floor, it's cold, just like it should be, the sun casts a few rays through the keyhole of the door to my room. I approach the door, open it, and an alien, a Grey, is standing outside. I was freaked out like hell, and I thought for a second "What should I do?", and so I kicked it, and it gave after just like I imagine a real alien body would when kicked.
Then I wake up again, all sweaty, heart racing, in my bed, and I have to double-check that I truly am awake... Some scary shit, it was.
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posted 11-21-2003 02:02 AM
The original dream I wanted to post was unfortunately deleted from my other computer. It was pretty freaky, since I woke up and went back to sleep and suddenly my dream continued as if I didn't wake up at all! Anyone else had this before?
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posted 11-21-2003 08:47 AM
I've had that before. It's nice if you're woken up when the dream is good but bad if you were having a nightmare.
Had a new dream recently. Someone tell me what this dream means please.
I'm checking my e-mail at hotmail.com only instead of having my e-mail address in the box it has my ex-boyfriend's. In the password box is what was suppose to be his password in the dream. Only it wasn't in * it was in actual letters. "anine" So I go down the hall (I think I was living in a dorm in this dream) and I tell my friend Geoffrey about what happened when I went to check my e-mail. As I'm telling him someone comes to the door. The person ends up being my ex-boyfriend who in turn lunges at me and tries to strangle me. Then I woke up.
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posted 11-21-2003 11:21 AM
If you focus on your hands while falling asleep for a few weeks to a few months, you can sometimes see your hands in your dreams, which is something not many people can do. It actually gives you the ability to move and bend your dream as you wish.
The only time I ever did it, I remembered how I twirled a pencil in my hand that day. I fell asleep and ended up in some sort of wax museum, with this roman woman in a toga in the middle of the room. All of the statues linging the walls started to get off their pedistals and attack me, but then I brought my hands up and everything stopped. It was like my real vision, and my hands were out in front of me.
I made all the statues go back onto their pedistals and then made the woman come to life. Then I sexed her up, and it was very very strange. It was just so real. I was really disappointed when I woke up, to say the least.
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posted 11-22-2003 04:53 AM
Hmmm...
Well, let me think....
Dream 1 - I walked into my bedroom and found a girl who shall remain nameless lying in my bed. My Lion King blankie was pulled up to her neck, and she assured me she almost completely naked underneath. I quickly crawled underneath the blankets, inched towards her... she began giggling. I crawled back up, a pair on panties on my head, like a perverted helmet. I left the room, and quickly returned with a can of whipped cream. I crawled back under the blankets. The sound of whipped cream being sprayed was heard. Then she made "happy sounds".
I awoke in a cold sweat, feeling guilty was this girl was underaged. Then I ate all the whipped cream in the kitchen.
Dream 2 - I woke up, got dressed, brushed up, etc., and ran outside. The streets were completely empty, and I wondered if there was some great natural disaster that had struck while I slept. A voice spoke up explaining that he had ordered everyone away, because he had heard I had defeated his rival and equal and now wanted to test me out himself. I turned and saw my great enemy, Seto Kaiba.
We started our game. I went first. I played Skilled Black Magician, then Jar of Greed. I drew two cards, put a magic counter on SBM, set two cards face down, and ended my turn. Kaiba played Lord of Dragons and used the Dragon Calling Horn, dropping down two Blue Eyes. He then followed up with a Cyclone, going after one of my cards. He destroys a Sand Tornado. The Dragons go in for an attack, only to be stopped by a quick Mirror Force. I breath a sigh of relief, but he quickly plays a Jar of Greed, plays a Raise Dead, brings back a BEWD, and then uses Hand Obliteration. I kiss several key cards goodbye.
My turn. I use SBM's ability to get out Black Magician. I use Thousand Knives, taking out his BEWD. I play my own Raise Dead, bring the BEWD back out. They both attack. Kaiba's turn. Draws a card, uses Black Hole. Everything dies. He curses his inability to draw anything else. My turn. I've got nothing I can use, and only set a few cards face down. He draws, ends his turn. I draw, curse, and it's his turn. Change of Hearts my facedown Saint Magician, and in comes Vampire Lord. Fuck. My turn. Nothing. Damn. His turn. He hasn't attcked yet, which is good. My traps are ready for him. Harpy's Feather Sweep. Damn. My defenses are gone. Vampire Lord goes on the assault, and before I know it, all of my Black Magicians are gone, as are two of my Magicans of Black Chaos. Using life gain Magic and Traps, I managed to barely hang on and prevent anything else from attacking, while pulling out a few burn cards that weakened him a bit I draw one more card. Cost Down. I discard a MoBC, bringing out a Black Magician Girl. I give her a Magician's Tome and she Black Burninates Vampire Lord, and the rest of his LP. gg.
Black Magician Girl suddenly sprouts angel wings. She takes my hand and we fly away into the sky.
Dream 3 - I dreamt I was in Pulp Fiction. 'nuff said.
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posted 11-26-2003 03:25 AM
The saddest part is, I understood all that.
Anyway. Weirdest dream ever?
....okay, two dreams. Whatever.
#1:
Well, I dreamed I went to my grandma's house. Pretty normal stuff, really, we go to see her every week. So we get there, and then for some reason I have to go to the bathroom really, really bad. So I go, do what I have to, wash, and come back out..... only to discover about seventy billion zombies wandering around. I immediately dive back into the bathroom, slam and lock the door, turn around, and discover myself face-to-chest (yes, I'm short, shut up -.-) with a Black Magician, complete with armor, staff, and fruity purple hair. Gotta love the hair.
Well, I freak, so does he, we scream in terror, he ends up in the shower, cowering, while I crouch beside the toilet. Eventually, we calm down, sit on the floor, and start talking. After a little while, we look out a magical window which he makes magically appear in the wall, and discover the entire world is overrun with zombies. So, having realized we are totally screwed, we begin talking some more... and then he tells me he's never gotten laid before. I think you can guess where this is going. Yep. (And, YES, I am female -.-;; told you pervs enough times before...)
#2
I'm running around a deserted Wal-Mart (Don't. Ask.) with Yami no Yuugi, a BEWD (who for some reason had taken the form of an obscenely sexy girl with silvery hair and blue eyes), a Demon Summon (Who for some reason was in a human form that looked like the Black Magician with reddish hair and green eyes), and a Black Magician. For some odd reason, I am a Black Magician Girl. Anyway.
We go wandering down aisles of toys, I pick up some inner tubes and start playing ring toss with Yami Y's hair and the Black Magician's pokey hat, then we go into a shattery-screen effect, which leads to a battle with a... Missingno. O.o So the Black Magician Black Magics it's ass, since he's the fastest in our team (followed by me, then the Demon, and finally the poor BEWD), I do a little victory dance, and we move on. At this point, I realize that we're looking for little Yuugi (Again, don't ask ._.), and say, "Hey, let's check the gardening section!" So off we go, and as soon as we get there, we spot a giant tentacle monster eating fertilizer, while Yuugi cowers like a wussy in the corner. So we split up, I go with the Black Magician to the left, the Demon Summon, BEWD and YnY go right, we catch the monster in a pincer attack, crush it, and with that, I wake up.
Also Magic: The Gathering sucks ![[Razz]](tongue.gif)
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posted 11-26-2003 07:36 PM
What the fuck is wrong with you people
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posted 11-26-2003 10:02 PM
I was about to say that.
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posted 11-26-2003 10:07 PM
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myself face-to-chest (yes, I'm short, shut up -.-)
Eh, I'm not short at all, and I've found myself in that situation...
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posted 06-16-2004 10:32 AM
Really weird dream I feel like sharing. Occured on the day of my English exam. The day before, I watched the leaders debate. Politics and exams don't mix.
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I was alone sitting down in my room when my sister came to me in a panic. "Cesar! Cesar!" she said. "Come quick. A lady with a beard stole our sponge". I cannot believe I actually got up for this. It seems that the sponge she is referring to is not that of a kitchen sponge, but a front-porch sponge. In no time at all, the 'lady with a beard' came along riding on 'her' bike. I called to her attention that she took our sponge, at which time my father showed up. The 'lady with the beard' says she rather likes the sponge and is going to keep it. I singal my father to take the sponge and I stall her for a bit. My father takes the sponge, which is like the regular yellow sponges with green top like the ones we have in this 'dream', but with a golden bottom to it. It was very thin, and looked very dry. It was also rather small, and seemed the kind you would throw out anyways. The sponge also had a needle and thread to it. I don't know why, but instead of removing the needle, my father begins sewing it up.
It was then come to the conclusion that the only way to satisfy both parties (my sister and the bearded lady) is to cut the golden-yellow-green sponge in half and somehow transplant it into two other perfectly good sponges. One of the two sponges had excess greed top, and the other sponge had excess yellow fluff to it. So it was combined; green, yellow, and golden bottom. I never saw the transplant, or lets call it combination of these three sponges. But I did see how our old sponge drastically changed in size.
There is more this dream then I really want to say. The 'bearded lady' as you might of guessed was actually a man. Yeah, it gets pretty weird after here. The kind you want hidden in the vault located in the back of your head.
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posted 06-16-2004 12:38 PM
Dream 1: When I was in grade four I used to have the same dream over and over each and every night for about 2-3 weeks. The dream consisted of me walking through a dark car park alone then suddenly 2 men walked up to me and shoot me. After that I see my body from another view where it is all covered in blood including my face for some reason. It is like I am viewing from above what has happened.
Dream 2: Later on in life I am lying on a surfboard and pondering about my past and future. (View from above).
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posted 06-16-2004 07:15 PM
I leave my CD player on repeat when I sleep, and sometimes the music playing from it intergrates into the dreams. One time it was significant, but I don't remember exactly what it was.
Most of the time, someone is singing the words, and then I correct them. Then, after I correct them, I wake up, only to find that the CD Player is playing the song that was in my dream at the next part of the song that I corrected.
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posted 06-17-2004 11:12 AM
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Originally posted by Sonuis:
I leave my CD player on repeat when I sleep, and sometimes the music playing from it intergrates into the dreams.
That happened to me last night. I had a dream where I was seeing Radiohead playing live, except Tom Cruise was pretending to be the lead singer, even though Thom Yorke was right next to him on the stage. They were playing Myxomatosis, and when I woke up it was about 2 songs after that on my Winamp.
Then during the song we were playing football through the crowd against girls, and I was blocking for this guy who kept scoring touchdowns. He said half the points were mine.
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posted 06-17-2004 12:29 PM
Apparently, some people dream in color, and some don't. Some don't remember their dreams, and some do. There's another thing that's one or the other regarding dreams, but I forgot what it was.
So, do you dream in color? (Yes)
Do you remember your dreams? (Partially)
Do you know the other thing that fits in this category? (No).
I'm damn bored, I need a car. Stupid seizures.
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posted 06-17-2004 08:13 PM
I don't have or don't remember dreams anymore. But one time when I was little I dreamed I was running around a town, terrorizing people. I had a Dallas Cowboys football helmet on but it had a big spike on the top, so I was running around impaling people with it. Then I ran into a mob of people but they moved out of the way and I fell off a cliff and died.
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MickHale18: *pulls out finger*
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posted 06-18-2004 09:35 AM
Well no wonder you don't dream anymore. Last time you did you died.
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posted 06-18-2004 10:52 PM
Well actually I woke up right before I splatted on the rocks and stuff, but...
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MickHale18: *pulls out finger*
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posted 06-19-2004 05:21 AM
I've had a lot of dreams involving being attacked, usually by spiders. In such dreams, I sometimes run and hide, but always get discovered. One time it only took 7 seconds. Usually, my dreams end with an "OH! SHIT!!!" moment.
Once I drempt that a female friend of mine and I were hostages. She pissed off the hostage-taker, so she got shot at. I jumped in front of the gun, and landed on the floor with a bullet in my chest (left lung, I think). Then, while I'm a bloody heap on the floor, I hear another gunshot, and see my friend fall to the ground beside me.
Occasionally, I've drempt that I was someone else. I've had 2 dreams where I was Indiana Jones, 1 where I was MacGyver, and one where I became Spider-Man. Does anyone else have dreams like that?
Anyway, I've also drempt that I started digging my friend's grave, and then discovered she had been stuffed. That was messed up.
The only re-occuring dream I can remember having is one where I'm at school and then I realize I'm not wearing pants. I usually had that dream when I fell asleep at school, which made it seem more realistic, although every time I had that dream, nobody ever noticed that my lack of pants. (Just lack of pants; I always had a shirt. I can only recall one dream in which I was ever shirtless, and that dream involved sex. I'm not going to post it because I just don't feel comfortable with that.)
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posted 06-19-2004 07:04 PM
Hey, I didn't know Sonuis has seziures. My gf has those too. I usually have this dream that seems like 60's acid era, with the trippy stars and flowing colors and everything. And a friend of mine always gets their eye gouged out.
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posted 06-20-2004 07:41 AM
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I've had 1 where I was MacGyver
roflmao
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