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Post by Seventy2 on Sept 12, 2008 21:26:24 GMT -5
i've been having nightmares recently....whenever i go to sleep. i just cant avoid them at all. i've been getting crappy sleep because of it.
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Post by Hippie Van on Sept 12, 2008 21:33:17 GMT -5
Oh, no! Nightmares suck. When I was little and I had nightmares which I couldn't forget about, I would draw a picture of my nightmare and then we would burn it. So...maybe that would help! (or not, because you're not 8 years old)
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Post by Arashi on Sept 13, 2008 2:58:38 GMT -5
I love nightmares! They're a lot of fun.
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Post by Hippie Van on Sept 18, 2008 16:01:39 GMT -5
I actually had a dream last night! It was weird, though. I don't remember anything that happened in it anymore, although it was very vivid when I first woke up. I have this picture of a worried profile of some stranger in my head, though. The other thing I remember is that the dream was very disturbing. Not in a particularly scary way, but in a way that's kind of like, "What the f*** is going on here?! This isn't right!"
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Post by Arashi on Sept 18, 2008 18:27:56 GMT -5
I woke up this morning, but I wasn't ready to awaken for the day, so I set my alarm to go off every five minutes. I woke up every five minutes, about four times. Each time I fell back asleep (it must have been four different times), I had a vivid dream. It was strange to wake up, fall asleep, have a vivid dream, wake up, fall asleep, have a vivid dream, and repeat that a couple more times. One of those dreams actually involved my uncle having to clean up dog poop and telling me to throw it away. I refused, however, and he kept trying to shove it onto me. He forced it into my hand (it was in a bag) and I gave it to my mom. She gave it back to me and I threw it at my uncle, yelling "I'm not taking care of this dog's shit! You do it! D:<" My uncle ended up getting dog poop on his hand and trying to wipe it on me. I think mom then got some on her hand, too. I think I ended up throwing the poop away.
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Post by Arashi on Sept 23, 2008 1:25:57 GMT -5
Last night, I dreamt that I was going out with Skullbie! D:
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Post by Hippie Van on Sept 23, 2008 8:11:13 GMT -5
Wow...um, doesn't she...not swing that way?! That must have been awkward.
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Post by Arashi on Sept 23, 2008 16:36:33 GMT -5
She wouldn't be the first lesbian. And I think she's bi. : /
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Post by Seventy2 on Sept 25, 2008 3:11:39 GMT -5
the nightmares have stopped, but i'm still having the wierdest of dreams.
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Post by Arashi on Sept 25, 2008 13:58:56 GMT -5
Wow! You've been having nightmares this whole time?! I want some! D: (although would going out with Skullbie count as a nightmare?!)
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Post by Arashi on Sept 27, 2008 4:07:36 GMT -5
I dreamt that I was walking a bunny on a leash and the bunny became inflated and began to float like a balloon. I was then lifted into the air and hovered about ten feet in the air. It was a lot of fun and I had some control over the direction that I was floating. I went up the street, around some houses, near some traffic and then realized that I was in someone else's body. I concentrated on located when my real body was and with the bunny balloon, I followed the trail! It led me to a house where I was allegedly staying and it turned out that I had switched bodies with Mishi. I found her on the top floor of the house (which was a pretty neat place, by the way) and asked her if she would switch bodies with me. She said she would, but that she wanted to keep a couple of my attributes, namely my habit of nodding my head while listening to someone speak in a one-on-one conversation (I don't know whether or not I really do this, though). There was also something about my eyes and the way they blink that she wanted to keep, but I told her that I wanted these attributes and she said that was okay. She then offered to make me dinner and I told her that I would be willing to help make some food. I think the building was like a sorority house for recovering alcoholics. I don't know why I would be staying there, though. It looked kind of like this, except with an extra story, in a more populated area, and less unkempt and spooky. edubuzz.org/blogs/lawupper/files/2007/11/20060626163800_haunted-house.jpg
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Post by Hippie Van on Sept 28, 2008 10:44:18 GMT -5
I dreamed last night that my dad was telling me a story about how the guy he shares an office with pulled a prank on him. The reason I was dreaming that was because my dad was telling my mom this story right outside my door while I was still asleep. So when I woke up, my dad tried to tell me the story and I was like "You already told me that!" because I was still half asleep and didn't really realize I had just dreamed it. He was confused...
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Post by Arashi on Sept 30, 2008 3:20:45 GMT -5
I had two prominent dreams last night / this morning. Here's the first one:
I was with three other people in a snowy grass field. About two-hundred meters in front of me was a small building, behind me was a grouping of trees leading into some woods, and to my right was an enormous trash heap compiled of obsolete machinery and junkyard-type waste.
One of the people of the group told the other three that we were on a search; this was a manhunt. I was to go search in the woods behind me while one person went up to the garbage heap and the other two went to check the building and the surrounding area.
As I searched the woods I heard a whistle come from the direction of the trash heap. It sounded like a distress call, so I ran in its direction. There was a path leading around the heap of trash, up the side of the hill behind it. I ran up and found the person in charge of the area about thirty feet ahead of me. He called me to him and I went.
He led me down a slight slope and as we walked, I noticed him pick up a firm branch. I did the same. Finally, we reached a small grove with a tunnel-like underbrush and I saw someone standing within it, holding a gun. I turned to the man who I accompanied on the search and saw him swing the branch at me. I lifted the branch I had taken and parried his blow. I moved to the side and heard a gunshot. The bullet apparently missed and I dashed up the slope.
The two of them chased me and I came to a difficult decision: I could either run down the hill, running a straight line and risk being an easy target, or I could jump into the pile of trash. I couldn't see what I would be jumping into or how far down it was, but I knew it was a drop greater than fifteen feet. I chose a leap of faith.
I sprinted over the edge and dropped about forty feet, yelling at my lond descent. I landed softly on a metal sheet that slid down the hill of garbage like a sled. I saw the other two members of our group running toward me. When I finally reached the bottom, I ran to them and told them what was happening. We ran to the small building at the end of the field.
As we ran toward the building, I imagined six armed officers in the building. Then I could envision and convince myself we ran into the building and stood behind two of the officers while the other four apprehended the two criminals. But when we reached the building and ran in, there were only a bunch of kids (probably about twenty kids between fifteen and eighteen years old). We told them that there were two criminals coming this way and at least one of them had a gun. The kids, who were sitting around lazily and doing teenager stuff, jumped up and began to panic. Suddenly, I heard three gunshots from the left entrance of the building and I saw one of the kids fall to the ground, covered in blood. I ran out through the center entrance and turned around to see people being shot inside the building while attempting to escape the massacre.
I turned and saw the accomplice at the right entrance. It was the person I saw in the tunnel, but to my surprise, it was a young woman. She watched as the people struggled to get out and she laughed, causing people to turn toward her while they were shot down.
One of the kids jumped to the ground and crawled around the hoe, who was now howling with laughter. The boy snuck behind her and lept on her, wrapping his head around her neck and walking backwards with her in submission. The man with the gun continued shooting at the ruffled crowd. Suddenly, I was seeing through the perspective of the hoe.
They continued to move back and through the eyes of the hoe, I turned to look at the terrified expression on the boy's panicked face. His eyes dashed back and forth, frenzied and glazed from fear. Then, from a well-aimed bullet, the boy's head burst in a cloud of scarlet confetti as his brains soared through the air. The hoe fell backward and through her eyes I saw a truck speeding down the street where she had fallen. She froze and all I saw turned to black for an instant. Then I saw her legs, taken off from the collision with the large truck, and through the eyes of her now detached head, I watched them fall to the ground and I realized her head was laying on the road, slowly tipping over while blood flowed over her clouding eyes.
The strangest part was during the shooting of the kids I heard this because my mother played it on the computer while I was dreaming.
During the part with the boy backing up while the hoe was held by the boy backing into the road, all I heard was "you should see my scars" in the song.
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Post by Arashi on Sept 30, 2008 4:09:09 GMT -5
The second dream:
A young Asian woman layed on her stomach upon a medical bed, waiting for her doctor to return. A tray with several items sat on a table near the bed. One of the items was a ridged, cylindrical, kidney-shaped organ that lurched across the tray.
The doctor, who happened to be Jackie Chan, returned and said something to the woman, causing both of them to laugh. The woman then sat up and kissed the doctor and the doctor left the room again.
Another Asian man entered the room through another entrance and my perspective became his. He said hello to the woman and the doctor returned again. The two men shook hands and laughed; they were apparently familiar with each other and were friends. The doctor walked away once more and a couple of seconds later, the girl bent forward and wrapped her arms around her stomach. The kidney-shaped item began to shake and suddenly a thick milky substance shot from it, spraying across the room. The girl began to choke and puked a little.
The kidney item suddenly stopped and the girl screamed. She was standing by the side of the bed now, using it to support her. The girl clutched her stomach with her right hand and the same type of milky substance leaked from between her fingers. Finally, she gave in to the pressure and released her belly, causing the liquid to shoot across the room. She had both hands supporting her on the bed now and was gasping for air. When the spray died, she layed across the bed and breathed deeply until she could speak again.
The Asian man was paralyzed and stupefied by what just happened. Broken out of his daze by the doctor returning, he walked over to see if the girl was okay.
The girl was able to sit up and she decided to stand. The three of us looked at her stomach and saw a gaping hole, about four inches in diameter. The tunnel it formed was hollow and we could see deeper than her abdomen would extend. We gazed into her body, seeing what looked like a cavern or catacombs with spider webs and ribs lining the sides of where her legs should be (she had normal legs on the outside, but it was like they were formed into one when peering in). We were baffled and a little scared.
The doctor grabbed a couple of flashlights and he looked into the hole, shining a light to see to the bottom. When he saw what was there, he stepped back, looking almost petrefied. The other Asian man (whose perspective I still saw through) also gazed inside and I saw the catacombs and at the end of the tunnel was the face of an infant. The face was as if formed by the bark of a tree and seemed, at first, inanimate, but then it's mouth began to gape and it began to moan.
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Post by Seventy2 on Oct 1, 2008 17:45:19 GMT -5
you have some messed up dreams.
in my newest one, me and ashley got a job at this electronics store/ furniture store place. turns out the manager. (who reminded me of dane cook) was an evil person, and when i stopped him, his apprentice or boss ( i don't remember) set off a radiation bomb...me and my friends went and hid in another room behind a counter, and everything turned pink, but we were unharmed....then the cops blamed me....and i don't remember much more than that...
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