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Post by Arashi on Aug 3, 2008 18:40:08 GMT -5
This thread is dedicated to dreams. You can write about a dream you had, write any meaning you think your dream might have, comment on other people's dreams, what you think of dreams in general, etc.
Sooooooo, just write about dreams.
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Post by Hippie Van on Aug 3, 2008 23:17:40 GMT -5
My dreams are all f***ed up and have no meanings. Just so you know. A few that I can remember right now: - Masks. Venetian ones, crazy witch doctor ones, etc. Nothing was really happening with them. There was just a lot of masks in my head. - I met George Harrison, at a concert of his in what was supposed to be a cafe, but was huge, and I made little hand signs at him to say, "I <3 You" so he signed two books for me. But when I looked at the books they were both things about Christ and God and s***. One had a jungle cat on the front. I think I talked to him, and then I was in this toy store and my mom was making fun of The Beatles so I got all pissed off. - I was sitting on top of a palm tree and all these wolves and crap were sort of running by underneath me, in all these citrus colours(I often dream in citrus colours) and red, and then I kind of dove into them and was floating underneath them. - I was just walking along in a big, slightly blue field of nothingness and then all of a sudden I was like, "Where the f*** am I going?!" I think I ended up at a pool with lounge chairs and guys. - I woke up(in my dream), got down from my bed as usual, and looked in my mirror only to see that my eyebrows were like POOF! They were huge. My seemingly logical explanation at the time: I must have slept on my eyebrows wrong!
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Post by Seventy2 on Aug 6, 2008 16:44:08 GMT -5
i just had a dream, that everything was blowing up all around me. and then i wrapped my dogs into blankets, then i folded the blankets into nice neat little squares. then there were puppies coming out of one of the blankets. and it was my husky and some bulldog inside. and our little sheltie mix had his legs all skinned off, except at the paws.
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Post by Hippie Van on Aug 6, 2008 21:07:01 GMT -5
That sounds like a scary dream. Except for the puppies part.
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Post by Arashi on Aug 7, 2008 1:39:54 GMT -5
I've had many nightmares about dolls. Not just nightmares, but experiences that led me to think that twisted events actually happened. Like dolls raping and killing and eating everyone around me. Graphically.
Some of them were realistic to the point that I could actually feel them and years later, they just blended into my memory as real happenings.
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Post by Seventy2 on Aug 7, 2008 11:49:31 GMT -5
i had a wierd dream. first, there was manslaughter going on, and the people came out and towards me, so i sniped one of them, and they just walked past my hiding spot. then i went with a friend who had a super hero grand dad in the nursing home. we talked with him for a bit, and turns out I was spider man, i fought a villian or two, and then headed back to where the murders were, i grabbed my wife and we hid...near a bear in a cage. and then we were caught by the murders and then i woke up.
because worked called me to come in...but i was all like "i don't wanna" and they were all like "okay"then i went back to sleep.
then i had a dream where a plane i was on crashed, and as the survivors were trying to escape, it beccame a old west stage coach scene, half the crew turned into the bad guys, and my half turned into the stage coach getting robbed. and then there was russell crowe. and i was shooting my six shooters at him, and in four shots i hit him twice, and he was shooting at a fat guy on the other side of the wagon that had explosives in him...then i started trying to shoot the fat guy without blowing him up...and then everyone that was on a horse, was in a wheelchair....and that was the end...
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Post by Arashi on Aug 7, 2008 16:12:13 GMT -5
I had a few dreams last night. One took place on a beach. Several of my friends were there and we were all having a good time. Then, I sat down in the sand and one of my friends from Virginia, Melissa, came and sat next to me. We were talking when suddenly, in a group of people next to us, some girl began puking all over the place, over and over again. The second or third time she puked, I felt my stomach lurch and I knew I was going to vomit and that it was going to be heavy. So I got up, but Melissa stood up and accidentally got in my way. I pushed her down and ran straight into the ocean and puked in the water. It was really gross. Then, a sea lion swam really fast toward me and began trying to eat me. I ran like crazy but our speeds were matched. I turned around and tackled the beast, putting it in a sort of head-lock. As I grappled the sea lion, it became smaller and smaller until it was just my hands gripping its neck. It was still struggling, but it was small enough and light enough for me to carry to the nearest lifeguard. I told the man at the watch that he should watch this creature and then I left.
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Post by Arashi on Aug 7, 2008 16:13:24 GMT -5
I had another dream about trying to get Dodgers tickets to a friend of mine who was a baseball fan. They were already at the stadium, but not past the threshold where you have to turn in your ticket.
I don't know what that was all about and I don't even know if the Dodgers is a baseball team.
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Post by Hippie Van on Aug 7, 2008 21:32:59 GMT -5
I’ve been having this one recurring dream for years at random times. The first time I had it was when I was very young, around the night of Halloween if I remember correctly. So my family and I drive up to this tiny blue house that I know is my grandparents’, though it looks nothing like theirs in real life and when I get a better look at it, it turns out to be a two-dimensional movie prop made of plywood. Most of my extended family on my father’s side is waiting there for us; my grandparents, cousins, etc. After we get out, the camera through which I see this dream sort of pans out and I can see that we are in a desert, completely bare everywhere I can see except for the house and an old grey car in which we drove there. Then we all proceed to go down a hole in the ground near the house, leading us to a dimly lit corridor(but with dirt walls) with many doors on both sides. Sometimes in the dream I will open a door and find some sort of monster behind it, such as trolls around a fire or a giant, and I quickly slam it shut again. We walk to the end of the corridor and I inch my way to the front and see a vampire there, sitting motionless with his back turned mostly to us. We have to get past him without waking him up to get to something in the room past him. He invariably wakes up and chases us back to the entrance. I am the first person to get there and see that something is blocking the hole we came in through. The “camera” pans out again, outside, and I see that it is a huge whale which is sitting on top of the hole. No joke. You laugh at it now, but when a vampire is chasing you and a whale is blocking your only way out, it’s pretty flipping scary.
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Post by Arashi on Aug 10, 2008 14:26:31 GMT -5
I had some really trippy dreams. I'll need to post them later.
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Post by Hippie Van on Aug 10, 2008 20:09:04 GMT -5
I love trippy dreams. Also trippy daydreams(I daydream way too much). Also dreams in general. Except for that one with the vampire and stuff, I don't usually get too many bad dreams.
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Post by Arashi on Aug 11, 2008 2:01:08 GMT -5
I had some really trippy dreams. I'll need to post them later. I dreamed that my mother, my grandmother, Stain, and I drove to a park. At this park, the three others disappeared and I was told to go break a hole in a wall in the bathroom and to take out the weapon that was inside in order to find and/or save them. So I did so, punching a hole in the surprisingly fragile wall. I peered inside and saw more space than physically possible and in my reach was a golden, jeweled sword (I think it was a katana). I pulled it out and left the room. I then got in the car and drove to the edge of the park (via parking lot). Then I got out and walked toward a small building at the park, but suddenly I got a text message from Satan. I looked at it and it told me to do something (but I don't remember what! D: ). Sooooo, I entered the small building and met with about eight people who also lost family members at the park. We tried to figure out what was going on, but we had no luck. I left the room and walked around the park when I saw one of my friends, Houston. She looked terrified and was shaking a little. I approached her and asked her what was wrong. "Help me..." she said, and walked toward me. Supporting her, I walked her back to the room full of people and she told me that she was being posessed by Satan. I brought her into the room and we all began talking about what to do with her. Suddenly she began convulsing and I tried desperately to bring her back to us. For an instant, she was back to normal, but then I was transported back to my old neighborhood in Omaha and saw her commanding four demonic beings (that sort of resembled Power Rangers) to search me out. I ran, not yet having been seen, and hid where I could see them but they couldn't see me. When they separated from Houston, I snuck up behind her and thrust the jeweled sword through her body, causing Satan to panic and burst with a brilliant light. She (Satan) turned to me and then away and then I woke up. Or I moved to the next dream or something like that. So I don't really know if Satan was exorcised or not...
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Post by Hippie Van on Aug 11, 2008 9:35:21 GMT -5
Do you really have a friend named Houston?! Arashi and Seventy2 were both in my dream last night. Unfortunately, it was a sad dream. I was mad at both of you, especially Seventy2, for some reason, and I wrote him a letter. He wrote me one back and it was a really nice letter, but for some reason I was all, "That's it! I'm running away from home!" So I grabbed my dog and left and everyone laughed at me, and I tried to take routes so no one could see me through the streets in my neighbourhood, but still get to the park. I realized that I had forgotten to take money or anything, but kept going anyways. I passed by two of my friends, and waved to them, wondering where my best friend was. Then I saw her, but she was walking in this group of people including a gay emo we used to be friends with, and for some reason I hated all these people so I grabbed her away from them and wiped off the horrible makeup they had put on her. Then she disappeared, or ran off or something, but I was alone again. And I was walking down this street I know, but it seemed to be never-ending, passing by people, and all of a sudden I was happy and Beatles tunes started playing loudly, and I started singing along. My father informed me in the morning that I had been singing in my sleep.
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Post by Arashi on Aug 11, 2008 15:38:49 GMT -5
I had a friend named Houston. I should call her. Last night I had three very vivid dreams which are gradually becoming more and more nebulous. D: In the first one, I was with a small group of friends. I made all of these people up in this dream, but I knew them well. Anyway, we were all playing video games and I think some of them were siblings. We were all having a good time and the host and I were evidently really close. Not like we were a couple, but as if we had been best friends for many years and were completely comfortable with each other. I think she might have been Emma Watson, but I'm not sure. Then, her parents (who were actually the parents of a real-life friend of mine) came out and began to argue and push each other. They finally ended up knocking each other on the floor, but taking into account that we were in the room, and stared at each other. Then, they got up and said "oh my gosh, we have to make love!" and they disappeared. Anyway, I grew very sentimental to Emma Watson, now I want to go to her house and play video games. I don't remember another dream I had very well. It had to do with some guy I know in real life (but in this dream) being a jackass to some stoners getting drunk and getting the crap beaten out of him while he was with this girl he really liked. I was afraid they might hurt the girl, so I grabbed her and left. While leaving with the girl, she told me that she really liked that boy and was going to ask him out. Then I realized that this girl wasn't really a girl, but a somewhat muscular, yet womanly, man. It was kind of gross, really. Then, I had another dream. In this one, I was at an almost eerie street fair. It was at night and there were quite a few rafters with different attractions on them, though some of them just had benches and places to eat. A group of people and I were basically touring around and we finally got tired and decided to sleep on one of the rafters with a bench. We climbed up and layed out on the concrete and that's when I noticed that I was with about eight other people and they were all girls. I found this slightly awkward because I also noticed that they all had a crush on me. Then it was even more awkward when I fell asleep in the middle of a circle of them. Then I moved on to the next dream. Here, I was in the middle of a supermarket and the only thing I know is that I recognized some of the people working there and that I found a good friend of mine and we left the store together. One of the people working there was this girl I once had a slight crush on and she looked really cool. Like a dark, brooding anime-style cool. It was neat. Later, a friend of mine back from Omaha and I started hanging out and we left the store. I don't know why the heck I'm having so many social dreams! I want to be alooooooone!
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Post by Arashi on Aug 13, 2008 2:46:10 GMT -5
Yay! Zombie apocalypse dream!
Last night, I dreamed that I was in a downstairs celebration room at a restaurant. I think my friend, Erica, got married or graduated from college and was having a fancy party or something like that. For a while, we were all having fun, but it would be boring to describe to you, so I'll get to the part with the zombies. While the festivities were closing, zombies began to pour into the room. An innundation of undead surrounded us and little more than screams could be made out above the discordant massacre. I looked up and noticed that there was a ledge along the wall, sort of like a sturdy shelf to put things on, that would be difficult for the zombies to get to. So I climbed on to the ledge and called for other people to do the same. Some managed to while others were devoured by the zombies. We made our way out of the room and dashed to the exit.
* * * Three days later, I was at my grandfather's house in Virginia. There were currently three of us: a doctor, a black dude, and me. We dashed through the hall with zombies emerging from rooms at our sides and escaped into my old bedroom. I braced the door as the zombies crashed on the other side and tried to break the door down. After about three minutes of holding the door, the jarring stopped and a couple of minutes later, there was a soft scratching and knocking from the other side. The three of us looked at each other, debating whether or not we should see what was on the other side of the door, be it a zombie or someone who needed help. We decided to look, but to be ready in case we needed to fight. I opened the door and a small, emaciated and injured black boy stumbled into the room. He had patches of decaying flesh, but was obviously still alive. He begged for us to help him and approached the doctor. The doctor looked him over and concluded he was as good as dead. The black dude and I weren't satisfied with forsaking the child, but the doctor feared that if we kept the kid with us, he would turn and kill us. So, the child walked to the doctor and touched the doctor's right hand with his finger. In a scarlet instant, the right side of the doctor burst in a sanguinary explosion and he fell over, dead. The child turned to the black dude and me and announced that he was Satan and that he had the power to ward the zombies and keep us alive. A tumult of fear and spiritual peril overcame me and I began to panic for my life and my soul. In an instant, I denied Satan's offer, but I collapsed under the weight of having to choose between my soul and my life. I was somnambolistic as I walked to where my bed was, and I prayed ferociously and greedily for both my life and soul. I curled at my bed, looking down past my floor, gazing beyond what was there. Suddenly, I realized I was staring through my sword and seeing my weapon relit my vigor and I was warmed with a determination to survive. I cast Satan from my room and warned the black dude that to make a deal with Satan was to relinquish any hope of sanctification (or something like that) and we prepared to leave the room. We approached the door and flung it open. The hall was deserted. The two of us rushed into the restroom and I waited patiently to pee while the black dude made poop. After this ordeal, we cautiously moved downstairs. It was morning now, and there were no zombies in sight. The black dude left (I assume to check on his family) in one direction, while I moved the other, hoping to find people who were still alive and who could help. I made my way across our front yard, when a car drove up to me. It was my grandfather, and inside the car was his girlfriend, my aunt, my cousin (on the other side of our family), and my brother (Stain). They told me that everything was under control and that the zombie infestation was being handled. So I got in the car and we drove down the street. At the bottom of a hill down the street, there was a massive crowd of people who I first mistook as zombies. They were all still alive and were apparently mobilizing to be brought to a safe encampment. There were riot control people among the crowd and an occasional undead floundering among them, who was quickly dealt with by a riot control squad member. And that was the end of my dream.
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