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For the record, I am a mostly straight woman and I have never smoked meth. I Had a really strange dream during a nap today. I was a younger dude and I was a meth dealer. I had a little dirt bike type thing, and I made meth deliveries with it. Odd part was, whenever I delivered meth to another guy it turned into gay sex. We would smoke meth and have hot gay sex.
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I had a dream last night that Nuckie Thompson keep trying to make out with me and feel me up but I shrugged off his advances. I also received the gift of an impossibly thin electric guitar from my parents. I'm a dude.
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I dreamt that I wanted to have a conversation with a friend but she was way too busy knitting sweater cozzies for eagles. The sweaters covered the body and also both wings. I think they were green and red with stripes. High-quality stuff, man. My all time favorite dream is that I was hiking up a mountain with the Medic from Team Fortress 2, Samuel Jackson, my girlfriend and an Ewok. The hike up the mountain itself was pretty standard cinematography, just a series of panning beautiful mountain shots with 5 people climbing up it. Imagine Lord of the Rings cinema quality. But half way up the mountain Samuel Jackson started to give a speech who's subject matter was inconsequential. Stock movie shots of each character's reactions started to play, most looking on with serious intent and wonder, but every time my mind focused on the Ewok he would look at me with a look halfway between really pissed off and confusion. He couldn't speak English and was wondering what the gently caress he was talking about and why we stopped. Elephantgun fucked around with this message at 06:46 on Dec 1, 2012 |
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I watched Nidd Francis's Dinosaur Train Jr., which was evidently a television program, with my brother and a girl I haven't seen since sixth grade. We watched it on an old wood grain console television. It starred Bobby Moynihan as a boisterous, effeminate 60-year-old man with chola eyebrows and little tufts of spiked hair. He wore a powder blue tuxedo over a t-shirt. There were no dinosaurs or trains.
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trapped mouse posted:Chris H and bamboo impalement In retrospect I am not even sure why I found this funny - it sounds it sounds like it would be quite disturbing to actually dream - but I had completely lost it by the time I got to "machina es liberte." Last night: There was this man named John Donnell and he was sending a ferry with a nuke on it towards Wellington (NZ), and only a couple of people knew. There was also this huge toddler girl looming over the city as well as two equally huge west highland white terriers. This had also been caused by John Donnell. Victoria Azarenka (the tennis player) was kind of the "protagonist" of the dream and some guy told her that to make the girl and the dogs shrink to their normal size she would have to grant their deepest desires, which for the little girl was to eat some kind of sauce, and then this dude pulled out a picture of the westies wearing sunglasses and was like "we know what the westies truly want" because apparently their deepest desire was to wear sunglasses. I'm not really sure what happened beyond that except that the city was saved and someone found a buried treasure.
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One of my recurring nightmares is where all of the fat in my body solidifies. Usually into pumice or cement, but always something horrible. Once I went to the hospital and was freaking out, convinced it was actually happening, much to the annoyance of the nurses. It was actually high blood pressure making my muscles feel hard.Goobish posted:For the record, I am a mostly straight woman and I have never smoked meth. I Had a really strange dream during a nap today. I was a younger dude and I was a meth dealer. I had a little dirt bike type thing, and I made meth deliveries with it. Odd part was, whenever I delivered meth to another guy it turned into gay sex. We would smoke meth and have hot gay sex. I'm a straight woman and all of my sex dreams have been gay porn. I don't know.
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Well, last night I had my brain spent an entire dream telling me the longest shaggy dog story type joke ever. This was the first time I've laughed myself awake. I didn't even think that was possible. The joke will only make sense if you are Scottish, but hell, the fact that it makes sense at all in the waking world is an incredible loving achievement as far as I'm concerned. It started with me in the kitchen of the caravan I stayed in when I travelled to Blackpool on holiday this summer. I was immediately aware something was wrong, I felt disoriented, because I was aware I was experiencing a past event. My sister was talking to someone, and then sent them out of the room to talk to me alone. She said "I know this is a little disorienting, but you've been pulled back in time. No, I don't know why, the same thing happened to me half an hour ago." I had a look around the room, and became aware of the fact that the entire place was not actually the caravan, but an exact mirror image of it. I raised this with my sister, who said that aside from the whole time travel thing, everything seemed normal to her. "Oh," I said, "that's worrying, because it suggests I've not just been pulled through time, it looks like I've been pulled into a mirror universe." Which is a bit of a concern, of course, becuase it might mean I was now trapped in a caravan with cannibals or something. But they seemed okay, so I asked a few questions to double check. Sure enough, it was all a mirror image, everyone drove on the right, for example (and they drove on the left on the continent and America). Eventually, I turned on the tv to see what was happening in this crazy mirror world. The news was on and I caught the tail end of some news piece on a war somewhere, followed by a puff piece in which the government was proposing to make l33tp34k an optional second language in schools, followed by the sport section, in which the headline was that the Great Britain team, consisting mainly of Scottish players this time around, had reached the semi finals of the World Cup. I turned to my sister and talked to her about this. I explained that where I came from the constituent nations of the UK competed in football tournaments independently and that Scotland hadn't qualified for a World Cup in over a decade. She was rather taken aback by this. "Do you follow football much?" I asked, "I mean, I'm guessing you would since my sister from my universe doesn't and..." "Yeah," she said, "I'm really into football. I support Inverness, they're top of the league right now, and they're the largest club in Scotland," "Huh, that's interesting. In my universe, the two biggest clubs are Celtic and Rangers." I said. My sister's eyes went wide with surprise. "Your universe is really weird," she said, "Here, Rangers are a Third division team!"
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I woke up this morning from a truly unsettling dream. I was in a post-apocalyptic desert, or wasteland or something. It was daytime, and there were guys wearing black riot gear everywhere I went, and they were shooting big assault rifles. They were behind cover, and when I say cover, I mean big rocks and burned-out cars. Whoever they were shooting at was behind similar cover; it was a gunfight. I could see various white initials on these guys' backs, like FBI and CIA. Then I remember having an angry conversation with a walking, talking baby. Think Baby Herman from Roger Rabbit, but a little taller. Shirtless, big white diaper, but a regular voice. Then me and several of these FBI agents or whoever, beat that baby to death. Kicking it and rifle stock bashing it, brutally. Now, the baby's voice has turned to a normal baby's voice. And by that I mean the baby is screaming in horror and pain, because it's being beaten to death by like five dudes including me. I snapped back to reality this morning with that baby's cries fading away in my head.
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The dream started off with me inside a dentist's office and the place was packed with stuff from Medieval England, swords on the wall and suits of armor. I went to see the dentist and said something like "Hey, you have a lot of cool stuff, let's hang out". Then he took me to his barn where he kept all his cool stuff and after that spiders fell from the roof and scared me out of sleep.
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I have 3 new baby rats (in real life) all of whom are male. I dreamed that my baby rats were actually hermaphrodites and I'd somehow failed to notice, and now they were reproducing out of control. They filled the cage with about 30 hermaphrodite, promiscuous children in an hour, and then the babies started spilling out so I put them in tupperware boxes. Soon I had towers of tupperware filled with hermaphrodite rats reproducing like crazy. Then a snake came from somewhere with the intention of eating some baby rats, so I went to the kitchen and selected my largest knife, and I chopped it's head off. There was a lot of blood and I didn't know what to do with the body. I guess if I hadn't woken up at that point I would probably have put it in a tupperware to feed my horde of rats.
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Pretty horrible nightmare last night. I dreamed about my German Shepard that's been dead for about five years now. For some reason I was in a room with him and I was supposed to kill him. I had nothing in the room to do it with, so I tried to beat him to death. It wasn't working. Then I found a plastic bag and suffocated him with it. The whole time I was crying and hugging him.   I've been in a pretty sad mood all morning. The rare occasion I have a nightmare, it's always something really horrible.
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I keep having sex dreams about Robert Irvine.
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New Dream: I went to this town to investigate a murder. It was a hick town, with what appeared to be a river running through the middle of it. Next to the river was a place to rent boats and dock your boat. Me and my partner began our investigation there. We spoke to the owner, who had all the right things to say but something was off about him. We gave our cards and headed back to the car. Me and my partner both agreed we needed to dig deeper here. We noticed the owner leaving in his Ford F150 and decided to head back inside. This time we talked with his employee. The kid appeared to know something but didn't want to let it on. He motioned with his head to the security camera's. He then took us outback where the boats were docked. We noticed one boat, quite large sitting out of the water. I inquired about it and the kid said that's where the boss lives. He then said you have to be careful going near it. "He has some sort of bobby-trap system. I accidentally triggered one thing, and he almost skinned me." He said there was nothing lethal that he kmew of but if anything is tripped the boss will know. We approached the vessel, and my partners keen sense of military knowledge pointed out several trip wires. My partner was an ex-Navy Seal, he knows these things. Anyway, my partner got us around all of the stuff except one. It was a bag that blocked the entrance to the hull of the ship. The hole was the size of a large porthole. This was our way in but we had to make sure to put the bag back exactly the way it was found. Apparently, there were ball-bearings inside and any little slip will make it impossible to duplicate the setup. My partner took a string and tied it around the bag. He made it so tight that the ball-bearings would stay the way we found them. Inside, we found a ton of circumstantial evidence but no one thing that definitively casts the boss as our prime suspect. The kid became very squeamish and urged us to hurry up but it was too late. The boss had arrived back and was already on top of us. The boss screamed at the kid and chastised us. He said he had no warrant and to get our pig asses out of his home. He said, "you ain't gonna find nothin' here pig, we got a sayin' dead people don't talk and your dead negro ain't gonna say poo poo." I became pissed and moved towards the boss violently, but my partner intercepted me. My partner knew that I would go into rage mode but not because the guy said pig but because he said negro. My intolerance for ignorance is famous. That's when I woke up. drat it!
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I was mowing the lawn at night  with an average lawn mower in a subdivision. For whatever reason I let go of it and it headed into the middle of the street (they are supposed to turn off when you let go), this caused an oncoming car to swerve and narrowly miss it.I was relieved that the car didn't hit the lawnmower, but when the driver tried to reverse to continue on his way he backed up into a parked car and broke something. Oh boy was he mad at me when he got out of the car and then I woke up!
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For some reason I was convinced that it would be the height of hilarity to shop naked in a store and I was talking to my friends outside about how great it would be. Not streaking, just casually enter the store, grab a cart, and go about shopping just like anyone else, only completely buck-assed naked, dong bouncing to and fro, and everyone giving me a wide berth. I remember approaching people and them going wide-eyed in fear and running the other direction. Eventually I started to feel pretty embarrassed and ashamed, like one normally would when completely naked in a crowded public place, but for some reason I didn't leave. Then I woke up.
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Took a nap today and dreamt about walking into a room full of people willingly putting themselves through the torture of being covered in giant bees the size of coke bottles. The bees weren't just giant, they were all weird with smooth skin and loving faces. After that I was then was stuck in a car with the driver flooring it and hitting everything he could, I started yelling at him about how retarded it was to put so much energy into driving with a death wish, you could getting laid for christ sake. What the hell is wrong with me
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Alright, so after last night's dream (and a few others over the last couple weeks), I'm convinced that melatonin seriously messes with my brain. Had a dream last night, can't remember all of it but what I do remember is being with a few friends at a party (no idea whose house it was) and was a little drunk. Decided to drive home buzzed despite their protesting, it was dark out and the house I was at was in the boonies somewhere - nearly zero streetlights and it was pitch dark outside. I get in my car and start driving, through a few winding roads, and pass a small, older neighborhood with some nice houses...looked like a fairly upscale place, all the houses were big, multi-story places and they all had their holiday lights up. Apparently it had been snowing or was icy, because I lost control of my car while checking all the holiday lights out, and started spinning out of control wildly. Weird thing was, I was sliding sideways and NOT slowing down at all, it seemed like I was picking up more and more speed. My car smashed through a few fences, kept skidding across a bunch of peoples' yards, and I finally had an "oh poo poo" moment when I saw a house with one of those decorative-type rock walls, maybe 4 feet high or so. I closed my eyes and the passenger side of the car slammed hard into the wall, stopping me dead, and I felt every bit of the jolt. Got out, saw that the owners of the house had come out to see what happened, and I remember saying "holy poo poo...I'm so sorry, please call 911" and clearly remember feeling quite a bit of pain. Somehow ended up later in a clinic of some kind, getting checked for injuries, and didn't have anything serious. Went literally next door to the insurance office to get everything cleared up with that, and no sooner did I walk into the building, I woke up. Definitely one of the more weird, frightening, and extremely vivid dreams I've had...I can still remember how cold it felt and the jolt and sound of the car hitting that wall.
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Was a couple of nights ago, but it's still pretty fresh in my mind. There were a couple of different intersecting plots in this one, but the one that stood out most was about this weird disease that had been introduced to the human population by aliens. It had a long incubation period, but once that was up it started doing some completely insane stuff. People infected with it started mutating. Their skin turned leathery and wrinkled up, they started having seizures, and they grew extra mouths with fangs all over their torso. But the weirdest part was the draining stage. Once a person had mutated enough, all the fluid in their body became infectious, and started leaking out of all the extra mouths. But it didn't just drip out, it dripped up. The person went stiff and hovered in place, with their fluids draining upward into the sky to be harvested by the aliens, and then used to infect others. No clue what the end goal of this was supposed to be. Anyway, the inevitable anti-alien resistance emerged and started making plans to stop the plague. They were based out of this weird abandoned mall/warehouse/museum, which was filled with tons of old junk and abandoned prototypes of things. There were toys from the 19th century, early cars that didn't work, and even an arcade version of Ocarina of Time where you played as Mario. Anyway, during one of the resistance meetings a big argument started, but got interrupted when one idiot managed to activate a haunted mirror which summoned murderous versions of cereal mascots. The resistance fled into the depths of the mall/warehouse/museum, hiding among the boxes of machine parts and stores full of unsold Halloween costumes. A bunch of resistance members died, but eventually they managed to defeat the mascots and regroup. Then they started arguing about who should be the leader again and the dream ended.
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I don't remember much of it, as dreams go, but also because of the content of the dream. I dreamt that I had a series of anxiety attacks. Which is particularly disappointing, because over the last few days, I've been having a series of anxiety attacks. Antidepressant acclimation is a wonderful thing. Note: This is not a pity request. Posting things/communicating is personally helpful regardless of responses.
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Last night I was some necromancer's apprentice, he sent me with a handful of money to get my starting gear (wand, magic cloak, and a hat) and everything had actual numeric stats on it, like +3 health and +6 mana etc. My first lesson was for him to send a legion of zombies at me and I had to gain control of and/or destroy them before they ate me, as these zombies were all past failed apprentices. Meanwhile, he sat back and watched while eating a strawberry pie. I was apparently a loving prodigy because I commanded half of them in one go and used them to defend against the ones I couldn't get because I had run out of mana. When I looked back, the necromancer had finished his pie, but his face had melted away, with this huge head-sized fleshy hole where his face should be.
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I had a melatonin dream a few years ago where I saw a car accident and ran up to see if I could help and it was an SUV full of limp dead people with bloody stumps for heads.
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I've been suffering from chronic pain starting 6 months ago and it's starting to gently caress with my sleep patterns, causing me to wake up, turn over, and go to sleep literally every 30 minutes after my first few hours of sleep. It has resulted in the most hosed up nutso back-to-back dream sprees I've ever had in my life. Last night I kept dreaming that my apartment was robbed and my couch was in the courtyard outside my place. I'd wake up, be confused over whether or not I was actually robbed, go back to bed and suddenly think I was robbed again. I remember dreaming that I was at some social situation with my parents and they were going absolutely bonkers causing a big scene, something that's entirely outside their personalities. At one point I was in some sort of industrial complex running from security or something, and my pain started flaring up and I felt it in the dream. This caused me to realize "Oh, well gently caress, I'm dreaming" at which point I blasted off into the sky because flying in dreams is the best thing  That was the only positive experience, unfortunately. Besides that it's been back-to-back bummers 
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I was Kim Jong-un out hunting in the winter landscape, realising my fathers rifle was out of bullets and a pack of hungry wolves ate me as I tried hiding in a broken cabin. North-Korea will probably explode soon
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Fake Plastic Trees posted:I was Kim Jong-un out hunting in the winter landscape, realising my fathers rifle was out of bullets and a pack of hungry wolves ate me as I tried hiding in a broken cabin. 
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I had a bizarre dream that Batman was tormenting my girlfriend. He was causing her a lot of mental distress, and to try and stop him, I had to disguise her as an orc. So I Googled orcs from World of Warcraft as a reference, and then it changed so we were walking around outside. Batman was following behind us like an ominous presence, and in the end it pissed me off to the extent that I turned around and screamed at him to gently caress off. Then he asked 'how's your mayo in the mayo?' My girlfriend was exasperated because apparently this was the distressing behaviour she'd had to deal with, and said something about pocket dimensions that I can't really recall (apparently there was a pocket dimension filled with mayonnaise somewhere that was...in even more mayonnaise?). I then got so pissed off at Batman that I went into a barely controlled psychotic rage and bit a chunk out of my own arm. Then spat it at Batman and stormed off. Batman didn't seem to really give much of a poo poo, but my poor girlfriend just watched me storm off all like " ".
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Last night I dreamed I was on top of a skyscraper. I kicked a football off the top and watched it fly down into a brick chimney, which it proceeded to knock over in brilliant fashion. The football then landed in a river that had sharks swimming in it. It was pretty cool.
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I dreamed that I chipped one of my upper pre-molar teeth, and it then cracked into three pieces. I then pried it out of my mouth to show a dentist that it was broken. At some point it grew to the size of an apple, with all these hairline cracks all over it. The dentist told me she couldn't do anything about it. I woke up with the feeling I should buy a lottery ticket.
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My dad photoshopped Wario with his arms around my wife wearing a bikini in some pictures he stole off her computer. I got really mad at him and never spoke to him again.
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I dreamed I was trying out for sports in high school. The test consisted of punching a pressure plate to gauge your punching power. I punched through the plate and the wall behind it, using funky dream-superman strength, which in dream logic meant I was now going to box in the Olympics. I was worried about passing the drug test. I haven't been in high school for over two decades, no idea why I still dream about it.
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Guys, I had a vision of the next Deus Ex game in my sleep. Basically, it's going to be cyberpunk GTA with the grappling hook from Just Cause. Also, don't be alarmed when you see JC. He's put on a few pounds since IW. Get that pre-order money ready.
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Ok so tonight I dreamed that a coworker had installed a new utility on my computer at work and in so doing had introduced a horrific virus that crashed the computer and deleted all of my data. As I had gone home the day before with some incomplete changes that I hadn't committed to version control yet, this caused me no small degree of panic in the dream. Seriously, why do I dream about stupid poo poo like that instead of banging movie stars or whathaveyou, I'm already worrying enough about work stuff and the like during the day
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I remember a dream I had as a kid. For some reason I had to duel against a champion fencer, after only just being shown how to hold a sword. I told him to go easy on me but he didn't and was stabbing at me. And I remember saying "no please! I'm just an amateur!" (for some reason I still remember those exact words - they sounded so pathetic to me) but he just sort of smirked and impaled me on his sword in the abdomen. Then he twisted it and cut a huge perfectly circular hole right through me that I could see light coming through from behind, and it really hurt like hell, then I died. Not a fun dream.
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Late high school/early college I had some pretty hosed up dreams about dying and nuclear war, but since then I've only had a couple dreams I could remember, a handful of them were hosed up.Miss America posted:Last night I dreamed I was on top of a skyscraper. I kicked a football off the top and watched it fly down into a brick chimney, which it proceeded to knock over in brilliant fashion. The football then landed in a river that had sharks swimming in it. It was pretty cool. I had a high up dream too. Last night I dreamt I was on the top of a huge stone building, like 20 floors up, on the roof, with my SO, looking over the city with a busy city street below. We were on like, a platform with a stone railing that jutted out from the side of the building. Several feet over and a few feet down was another platform with other people on it. Behind us some kids were horsing around, sitting on the railing, dangling their legs over, yelling at the people on the lower railing, just being ignorant kids. Most of them were late teenagers, but one was a kid like, 7 or 8. This kid was mimicking the others and swinging his legs over the rail, standing on the lip outside the railing and edging along it, etc. Then he decided he could jump over to the other platform, before anybody could react or stop him, and he fell all the way down onto the street. the other kids just stared down after him, stunned, while I yelled for someone to call 911 and then I woke up. It was hosed up and I'm actually still worked up about it, stupid dumb brain 
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Last night I had what could be described as a nightmare. In my dream I awoke in my bed on the morning of December 21, 2012. I jumped up quickly and proceeded to check outside to see if poo poo was messed up. I was confronted by a massive cloud of black smoke spanning the horizon with red flames under it. I freaked out and ran back inside thinking of a place to hide. I couldn't find anywhere so I went back outside to see how fast this fire was progressing. Outside I realised it was moving a many km's per hour and there was no chance of out running it, there was merely seconds between it and me. I turned to head back inside but it had already arrived. Viewing it again I was shocked to find it was a mass of people running towards me at high speed, on fire. Kinda like a rapidly moving bush fire cept it was people that were on fire and running really fast. Initially 100 or so people ran past me, up in flames. But then two made a bee line for me, keeping direct eye contact the whole time. They speedily ran up to my face, one was a skeleton like face who I can only deduce as the devil and the other was a nun. My eyes were drawn to the hollow eyes of the bone faced skeleton on fire and I waited, looking into its eyes, absolutely terrified, waiting for the end. This is when I woke up, heart pounding and skin covered in sweat and overheating. Really shouldn't have watched that drat 2012 conspiracy video before sleep.
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I found a page of dreams I had written down amongst some universty lecture notes? Good use of paper space. I wrote these as soon as I woke up, so they have a confused quality, where none of the meaning has been deciphered, as well as being very hastily written so as not to forget anything. These appear as I have written them. Stuff in [brackets] is commentary - 7/7/12 -A dancer at a council/arts stage show? Played several characters - had to be a 'narrator', a female dancer, a [illegible]; couldn't remember one dance in the show - woke up. -A shipmate on a navy vessel - alternate reality? No one knew what an aircraft carrier was, everything had a distinct 50's vibe. One man sung a tune he had never heard. Sailing across a junkyard sea? Wrecks everywhere. 13/7/12 -I am on a balcony like at a cheap apartment block or hotel, a massive tree with many tall branches + thick roots is growing close by. I am searching for something. As I turn I see spiders, they are strange colours - green + purple + red. I jump into the tree in fright and suddenly realise how high up i am. I yell for someone to get a ladder. Suddenly I am driving with my dad + he mentions the problem will sort itself out once we get there [not having any family issues or otherwise at the time]. I am out of the tree and some men in dark blue shirts are present, I apologise for having called. There was a bit of a lull in my dream recording but I had a really weird one the other night so I grabbed the first thing I found (a big piece of paper covered in pictures of iguanas) and started writing on the back of that. 2/1/12 DREAM [I like this one because reading it again it sounds like a weird movie] Subteranean mole people, a tenuous couple living between above + below ground - he wants to find a way to bring her up but the police are bent on destruction - shoot first etc. using gas -man watches their comms, tries to reason with them [make as much sense of this as you can] -torpedoes down a supply of gas masks which are suddenly condoms. Someone please make a movie poster of this ^ I will pay you in goon dollars. (Good will and christmas wishes). TheMostFrench fucked around with this message at 09:01 on Dec 5, 2012 |
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I met Danny Trejo at a shotgun skeet range and he really liked my coach gun. He also gave me a fist bump, cause he's cool as hell like that.  Then I woke up, super bummed that it wasn't real E: For some reason his fists were Hulk fist sized, then would shrink down to normal.
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I was in what appeared to be a cosmetics shop selling perfumes and make-up and the such. However, there was a very fancy table draped in silk in the middle of the shop floor with about 6 objects on display. I asked a salesperson what the objects were and was told that they were fleshlights. However, upon examination, it seemed that only 1 of them appeared to be an actual fleshlight and the others were all uncomfortable looking objects made of very hard material (like one that had a hole much too small, made out of the brown glass that medicine bottles are made of). All of them seemed like objects you would most definitely not want to gently caress, many of them raising doubts as to if one would even be able to get your penis in comfortably. The one exception was an actual, somewhat fancy looking fleshlight that had a price tag of $600.00.
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Ugh, I haven't been sleeping well lately but last night was the worst. Lots of tossing and turning and restlessness in that sort of "I want to sleep but I just can't" twlight zone the brain flips into sometimes. Followed by me getting up for a glass of water and returning to bed with a very determined "Okay, sleep is going DOWN now!" face on. My head hits the pillow only to be woken up by my alarm. I dreamed about trying to sleep... 
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Dec 5, 2012 12:26
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Ugh, why do I have either awesome dreams or horrible emotionally torturous nightmares? Recently I dreamt that I was visiting Mars with ~my girlfriend~. As tourists. Only Mars had been terraformed, and had soil and water and all these incredibly tall pine trees. It was one of those HD dreams, all extremely beautiful, unreal yet detailed - that doesn't happen to me much, my dreams are usually extremely conceptual with me "knowing" things instead of experiencing them with my senses. Here, though, I could see the tiny distant sun, giving everything an unusual color palette, smell the woods and so on, and in the middle of this fantastic landscape there was a little clearing, where Curiosity stood to commemorate mankind's early exploration of the Red Planet. We also toured a massive, monumental factory, where the Martian people told us about their unusual economics of information, and I was awed by their technological accomplishments and utopian social system. Then we met Louis CK and, for some reason, smoked weed with him. I was all giddy with excitement about how we'd get back to Earth and tell everyone about how great it was to see Mars and burn joints there with a famous person. Waking up was really disappointing, but that put me in an amazing mood for the rest of the day. I still remember those vistas, amazing stuff. Bonus points if you can tell what I had been reading. Next dream I remember, I'm taking said girlfriend down a hallway and basically "giving" her to some tall, handsome stranger in a suit. I'm completely okay with the fact that they're going to gently caress because, obviously, I can't blame her - with how much of a horrible failure I am as a human being, it's only natural that someone as pathetic as me can't be enough for her Those were my thought processes in the nightmare, anyway. Then they enter a room and it immediately sinks in what's going to happen. I start banging on the door, because I know she'll stop if I ask her to, but it's like hitting a thick wall, it didn't even resonate or thump. I woke up in a sweat and felt sick to my stomach. Checked my temperature and hey presto, I have a fever, mystery solved.Still, Jesus cunting Christ on a stick, subconscious I'm really not remotely THAT insecure or jealous, hopefully. But I do kind of envy people who have nightmares with just straightforward monsters and poo poo. For me, nightmares are rare, but it's always things like my loved ones acting out of character, abandoning or betraying me or dying, and a deep sense that I'm the one who's in the wrong here when I'm being mistreated. It's like my brain wants to dredge up whatever hosed up things will cut the deepest and take the longest to shake off in the morning
Guildencrantz fucked around with this message at 14:12 on Dec 5, 2012 |
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Dec 5, 2012 14:08
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