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I had an interesting dream last night. My wife and I were at a party in a large, castle-like mansion. I wandered off to the library and was looking at books, when I found one titled "The Mujahideen". It was a really large book, in the dream I thought it was "double-folio", I didn't realize until just before this post when I looked it up that there is a printing size called "Double Elephant Folio", but this was just "double-folio". The book was about Afghans fighting the Soviets, and I checked the front and found it was published in 1980. The book had lots of pictures and I remember it was talking about how the Afghans were our allies but were going to become the largest threat to civilization in the future, and I went to get my wife to tell her about how neat it was that this book written in 1980 accurately predicted 9/11. She was in a large hall that had lots of old furniture stored there, and she had found a stairway that lead to a giant complex under the building. In the dream I knew that there were 1000 floors beneath the mansion. She convinced a few other people at the party that we should go exploring, and we started down the stairs. We started down and it was a long way down to get to just the first floor beneath the mansion. I didn't want to go down further but my wife did, and I told her that we would be too tired to climb back up if we went much further down, but then she found an elevator so that excuse didn't work anymore. I knew in the dream that the complex was divided into three equal portions, each with it's own architectural style. My wife asked what floor we should go to, and I told her to go to 334 so we could see what the next third looked like. I usually can't do math in my dreams so I was a bit impressed with myself when I woke up that I was able to divide 1000 by 3 and get a correct answer. We went down to floor 334, and got out and walked around and it didn't look that different from the upper portion. I said "At least we aren't going to have to go all the way to the bottom" and my wife said "Oh, we're going all the way down" and started heading back to the elevator. When we got back to the elevator it was surrounded by pools of lava, and I said "Oh no, lava is my weakness!", and thought that was a pretty clever joke to make, and then I woke up.
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Futurama. There was a race of humanoid cetacean/crustacean aliens with weird eyes. They were very obedient and would do whatever someone asked of them. However, their race shared a certain amount of misfortune spread among each member. When one of them died, everyone else got a little more unlucky. One of their race traveled to Earth, investigating rumors of a “cursed tribe” where far more crab-people were dying than was expected. Bender thought it was hilarious. He had the crab-people build a giant stadium, a cube hovering in the sky with a set of seats in the middle. The crab-people asked what some of the seats were for, as they couldn’t fit in them; they were either for sacrifices of different races or for Bender to watch the slaughter in comfort, because this stadium was about killing as many crab-people as possible. I’m not sure of the details, but the games began. Eventually, the crab-people sent over reverse-GLADoS, an AI/robot who was an extreme pacifist but had a similar voice. She took over the stadium and stole Bender’s hard drives, because the data on them would help her shut this place down. Bender acted like he had been defeated and had a change of heart, reaching up to touch her gently, but activated a superpowered magnet as he did. This erased all the data on the hard drives, and he laughed, victorious. He went back to running the stadium, and then it all happened again, because, as someone in the audience remarked, “they needed to fill time.” There was another hazy battle scene, and in the end reverse-GLADoS programmed the stadium to put up an electronic barrier which interfered with Bender’s mind and physically throw him out. He was pissed, but there was nothing he could do. The games ended. Other things: - Foreign hackers were using remotely-installed Bitcoin programs to hack the world bank through random citizens’ phones and computers. The only way to stop them was to turn off all electronics. This started out around my family, but by the end, Fry and Leela were rioting and smashing windows inside their building because lack of electronics = the apocalypse. For some reason the outside had turned into a jungle. - A ton of small, cute white kittens grew up to have rabies, or at least they were assumed to have rabies, as they were frothing at the mouth and attacking people. One bit a girl, and her father shot it so they could do the rabies test, but the girl loved the kitten and said she would have been willing to get a rabies shot instead so it could live. The dad rewound time with a dial, but the girl changed her mind when she saw how big the rabies vaccination needle was. - Eventually rabies turned into mushroom spores/a virus. Lydia (Skyrim) was infected but wouldn’t admit it until she and her Thane beat a dragon on the rooftop of a building. The cure was garlic, so an infected Big Fat Tony and two of his lackeys shared a garlic spaghetti, doing that scene from Lady and the Tramp. - A little girl was flying around the city on a serpentine dragon, but they weren’t able to see very far because of the pollution and the smoke from the “demons” (trains). The dragon told her that she could use her mind to clean it all up, and she did, turning the water and skies clear and blue.
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Feb 8, 2013 17:59
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Recently after watching cloverfield, I dreamt I was trying to escape a city being attached by a big creature, but my only means of escape was an old VW bus that had bicycle wheels instead of normal rear wheels. One of the tires was flat but for some reason the wheel was attached by screws which had tiny heads, like you get on glasses, for which I had no suitable screwdriver. Instead of looking for one, or just driving the thing with a flat tire, I just had a nap and accepted my fate. No idea.
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Feb 8, 2013 20:24
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Last night I dreamed I was on a transatlantic flight on an airplane that had no walls or ceiling, in a storm. I could see the ocean's terrible maw beneath me as lightening flashed around me, and there was no seatbelt or mechanism to keep me safe and protect me. It was terrifying, but not a nightmare.
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Feb 8, 2013 22:19
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i was in a production of an american version of Doctor Who. I believe i was the doctor but for some reason i was still trying to nail an English accent. Tina Fay was producing and starring as the Doctor's companion. The writer/actor on 30 Rock, the one with the trucker hats, he was there too. (i watch neither 30 Rock nor Dr. Who enough to warrant dreams about them)
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Feb 8, 2013 22:53
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MST3K was not a show shot in a studio somewhere. It filmed in front of a live studio audience, and often it would film at the gymnasium of my church (spoiler: The church I went to as a kid did not have a gym). The audience would sit on the bleachers which could be pulled out and pushed back into the wall as needed, and after the show the audience got to ask questions of the cast on a regular basis. You never heard the studio audience on the show because they were really really good at being quiet! Even after the show was no longer being produced the gym was kept exactly as it was the last day of recording and sometimes the actors would still visit.
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Feb 9, 2013 14:46
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Last night I dreamed I was visiting an English Village with my Maternal Grandmother, who died almost ten years ago. The last part I remember before waking up was getting food for us at some kind of counter stand. They were not selling typical food though, one of the menu items were venus flytraps. No idea where that came from, but this was one of my more sane dreams. The previous dream I remember is taking a ride with Richard Pryor in a generic seventies car and he had one of his monkeys with him. That one is more in line with what I usually dream.
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Feb 9, 2013 15:24
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I don't remember the context, but Dan Dreiberg from Watchmen was lying naked and crying on the ground while Batman glared at him in disgust.
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Feb 10, 2013 07:50
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Somebody posted something on Facebook that was supposed to be a circle-drawing tool for stupid people, and I went off and wrote an angry comment saying that they should at least have enough common sense to use a compass or even trace the bottom of a cup. Apparently someone screencapped my comment and it circulated around the internet and gained me a degree of mild notoriety. I'm kind of bewildered that that's all there was to that dream, it's the most mundane one I've had yet.
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Feb 10, 2013 14:39
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I was moving into a new dorm, but I went to dorm building A instead of B. So the people in A flew me to B in a helicopter, and I parachuted out but pulled the cord far too early and lost control. Fortunately I landed in an ornamental pool, and went to B. My new room was small but cosy and well-furnished, but the last person living there had left everything, including bed sheets and underwear, so we had to throw everything out (people were helping me, which was lovely of them). I woke up halfway through the cleaning operation, to my non-cosy room and a world where strangers won't fly me by helicopter or help me clean up other people's dirty linen 
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Feb 10, 2013 16:50
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I sometimes dream in movies. I had a dream last night that Nicolas Cage made a movie about being a middle-age Army officer working as a high school coach during the '80s. He's married and has kids, but there's a part I can remember that While taking his family out to some harvest festival, there's some sort of nuclear incident. Since it's the '80s, everyone thinks it's World War III. There's a shot of the high school's upcoming games and it's now completely blank "in case of WW3", with another shot of Cage alone in the locker room waiting for students to show. Another scene is when the Cage comes home to await the "allcon", explained to be some sort of massive mobilization call, with some of his Army friends, complaining if this keeps up "beer is going to get a little sparse". Eventually, the Russians invade Canada and there's an amphibious invasion by the Atlantic fleet through Lake Erie, which is now covered entirely in an oil slick spanning the Great Lakes region. I can remember little escort boats screaming away through the black filth and then suddenly flipping over from the viscosity of the spill, as destroyers struggle through the mire. The last bit has the Cage swimming through the oil to the shores of Canada. Another part of the dream had me in a big box clothing store shopping for clothes. I think as a continuation of the "Cage movie" part of the dream, I'm interviewed by a reporter about the nuclear incident and rumors of war, and I respond in this false Limbaugh impersonation, complete with blaming everything on the Commies. Later, it gets hot and I take off most of my clothes and run around the store. I get tired and go back to pick up my bundle of clothes. As I pick them up off a rack shelf, a raven-haired, heavily-made-up woman in a green blouse and slacks (think "Desigining Women" Delta Burke or Sherilyn Fenn) appears, sitting in a waiting chair and smoking, asks me what I'm doing. I tell her that I'm putting my clothes on. She asks me my taste in music, in which I say "all types", but she presses the issue and I say "'70s prog rock". She claims that seems a bit old for my age. I turn around and when I turn back around, a redhead in a purple blouse has joined her in the next chair and begins quizzing me on whether or not I've seen a movie or mini-series "about women serial killers". I tell her that she appeared very quickly and before I can think of an answer to her question, I awake. Young Freud fucked around with this message at 17:38 on Feb 10, 2013 |
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Feb 10, 2013 17:30
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I was about to go into surgery. My body was mostly paralyzed. I could hardly move. When my surgeon started cutting me and overstretching my right arm, I noticed that there where three people having sex on the end of my 'bed'.
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Feb 10, 2013 17:35
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A touch of backstory- since my last two fillings, I have become real conscious about my dental hygiene because my teeth are sensitive and eating my favorite foods is painful now. Needless to say I've been really diligent about brushing after every meal, flossing every day or every other day depending how my gums are holding up to it, and using mouthwash all the time. I also have sores, the not so disgusting but annoying white little guys we all get when we bite our lips. Somehow stress has caused me to get one on the roof of my mouth towards the back near my tonsils. Last night I had honestly one of the most unabashedly worst nightmares I have ever dreamed up- so bad I was proud of my imagination when I woke up. I poo poo you not. It goes like this: It escapes me what I had been up to but while doing so my teeth begin to feel "looser". The sore on my throat isn't where I can see it, which no doubt helped fuel the madness. So I'm opening my mouth looking for the sore in my dream mirror- and a rear upper molar just falls right out revealing the canker sore had been under it. I realize all of my back teeth have the sensation of being about to slip out. I grab one with my thumb and index finger and pop it free in horror, revealing a matching companion sore and no tooth root or gum cavity whatsoever. Quickly I put it back before doing a convenient scene change to a dentist's chair and equipment. I was in a hurry, the chair and it's big overhead lamp are rendered in the lobby, though only myself and the dentist are present. Even with all the lights are on, the room is oddly dim. A sick vignette lingers foreshadowing the tone of my imagination. At this point I think I was starting to get lucid. I make a dream journal of what I dream and read it before going to bed, and practice meditation before sleep with the intent of achieving lucidity if I dream. Lucidity is awareness that one is dreaming while remaining asleep. It is a common misconception that this would allow one to guide their dream, in my experience the opposite has been true. Try to "do" anything or acknowledge you are asleep in passing, and you wake up. Unfortunately getting good at this has apparently made me more apt to linger in nightmares that would otherwise snap me awake immediately. My curiosity gets the best of me, in other words. So then I get to the real shocker that does snap me out of it. I'm already in the dentist chair when he leans over, looking into my mouth. he tells me "it's no big". He tells me Something about [...] obfuscation [...] teeth retention being turned off. Forgot to [...] last time you were in. He says it's a simple fix and without warning grabs my head. One hand on skull the other my jaw, he pushes the two together in a circling motion with the force of some industrial machine. I don't stop him because I trust him. I don't even struggle, the dentist knows best. For a few seconds I imagine my teeth are ground away. Pain, like every tooth being drilled at once. More [...], the dentist explains it's okay, this way they'll stay in. It must be done. As he releases me, terror. From nowhere he produces a small circular hand mirror a barber would use. I take it. My teeth don't feel loose anymore, but as I open my maw only sharp, pointed spades remain, the work of some disturbed body modifier. IMPOSSIBLE! I wake, quick to rise with a shiver down my spine. BRUUSH YOOUR TEEETH Divine Disclaimer fucked around with this message at 00:14 on Feb 11, 2013 |
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Feb 10, 2013 23:58
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I had a dream Friday night that I lived in the future and a very high-tech corporation ruled the planet and things were peaceful enough but lots of citizens (like me) weren't content and wanted them toppled. I was to go live with a distant uncle, who was sort-of Hunter S. Thompson (he looked just like him) character and wrote lots of subversive pamphlets about people banding together and fighting for freedom and whatnot and he was going to teach me the ways of a revolutionary. For some reason he lived at my Grandpa's house on a little, long, lake in Northeast Indiana (the lake is literally called "Little Long Lake" and actually exists)and the headquarters of the High Tech Corporate Overlords was right down the road. The area looked almost like it does today except... nicer. All the other cottages were gone, though, and my grandpa's old house was the only place up there besides the High Tech Corporate Headquarters and the grass was really, really green and there were flowers everywhere. The headquarters place looked like a giant, glowing wheel. It was probably several hundred stories tall. Uncle Hunter S. Thompson was showing me around and pointed at The Wheel and said "So, young revolutionary, what do you propose to do about that?" and I said, all serious-like and completely unlike me "If it is a wheel, then it must roll." and he looked at me for a while and began laughing. "Very smart! We will roll it into the lake and it will topple! Then we shall be freeeeeeeeeeeee!" and I was like "gently caress YEAH! THIS IS TOTALLY AWESOME" which is more like how I actually think but I felt like I should keep looking serious and wise so I didn't say anything and just tried to look intense instead. So thus begins Operation: Roll The Giant Illuminated Wheel Building Into The Lake. To celebrate, he has a bunch of other revolutionaries over. Most of them are young women who are really, really, really, quite good looking. I feel that they were brought here as some sort of secret test and I have this feeling that I should stay away from them. Uncle Hunter S. Thompson says "This may be our last meal, so tonight we dine like kings!" and he whips out these ridiculous, thick, perfect-looking steaks. He puts them on the grill and just grills them ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY. They are the best looking steaks I have ever seen. I LOVE steak. So, naturally, I am really excited and I totally cannot loving wait to devour them. Then Uncle Hunter S. Thompson picks them up and starts scraping the perfect cross-hatched grill marks off of them with the edge of a knife. "WHAT THE gently caress ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?!" I yell, "Those were GREAT! Don't do that! You're messing up the steaks!" and he just laughs and his eyes are all wild because he's probably on some sort of drug and he keeps scraping at the steaks until they are completely flat, grey, smooth, and completely unappetizing slabs of what now appear to be clay. "I'm not joining any revolution that doesn't know how to cook a good steak", I say. "Ladies? Who wants to go for a boat ride?" We go out into the lake and climb into the boat, and, no joke, I put on aviator sunglasses (I don't even own aviator sunglasses (I don't even own regular sunglasses either)) and drive into the sunset. I look at the giant, illuminated corporate wheel and think "At least you give me the freedom to cook a steak properly." Then I wake up. I felt relaxed and satisfied. Seriously, this is one of my favorite dreams that I have had in recent memory. Except I wish I could have had some of that steak. nominal fucked around with this message at 04:13 on Feb 11, 2013 |
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^^^^ gently caress, you dreamt about Hunter S. Thompson last night, too? And you're also in Indiana? Fuckin' crazy coincidence. edit: Oh wait, you posted that yesterday, that means you dreamt it the night before last. Still, that's a coincidence. Lemme see, last night... Last night I dreamt that I was a person living on Cartoon Planet, which is apparently an extra-dimensional space where cartoon characters live in between sequels for characters from movies, in between seasons for characters from shows, and for either if their film series or tv had been cancelled, though there were a fair number of non-cartoon inhabitants as well. I was investigating the murder of Macauly Culkin's character from Pagemaster, and uncovered a vast, if nonsensical conspiracy to destroy Cartoon Planet. I guess I was a detective of some sort. I interviewed A.J. Bullock from American Dad, Dot Warner from Animaniacs (who was working as a Hooter's bartender, disturbingly enough), that purple hulk-like character from The Justice Friends from Dexter's Laboratory (who told me he was "last season's murderer" and was innocent this time), and Diego from Go, Diego, Go!, which I've only seen once when I woke up real early still full of cannabis cookies from the night before. Interestingly, it turns out all the characters from Go, Diego, Go! were not actually cartoon characters, but a group of affluent, young Latino-American businessmen who enjoyed role-playing as cartoon characters. Eventually I found out that the guys out to destroy Cartoon Planet were the actual Macauly Culkin and Jaimie Mantzel, who had built a giant spider robot to destroy the place. It was a pretty unimpressive giant robot since it was just four of the toy-sized spider robots that Jaimie Mantzel had connected together so they moved in a centipede-like way, so it was only a giant robot compared to the toy versions. Then I woke up and went to the bathroom. After I went back to sleep, I had a nightmare where I kept waking up and everything seemed totally real, like I was awake, but then something horrible would happen, like I would trip and break a bone or start having uncontrollable bloody diarrhea. Eventually I dreamt I woke up and called information asking for a doctor who specialized in that sort of thing and could make a housecall that night. My mom showed up at my house to yell at me for some reason I can't remember. Then my new doctor showed up, who turned out to be none other than Hunter S. Thompson, though he was acting quiet, civil, and like you would expect a responsible doctor to act. He prescribed me some restoril, which he insisted would make the nightmares stop. My mom grabbed the script out my hands, tore it up and screamed "He can't have that!" at Dr. Thompson. He began acting like he was famous for acting, calling my mother "pig-loving swine". I started running away because I became terrified for some reason, and looked back and my mother was chasing me, but she had vampire fangs. She caught me, tore my scrotum off through my bluejeans, and started drinking my blood through my carotid artery. I woke up screaming, awake for real this time (I assume). Nigmaetcetera fucked around with this message at 23:49 on Feb 11, 2013 |
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In my dream I was really big into genealogy and wanted to trace back my ancestry as far as I could. In the obscure stacks of some forgotten research library I uncovered a book that told me that my father's side of the family were descended from dragons. Thousands of years ago, they were the biggest and most powerful dragon clan in Ireland (where my family is descended from irl). They had an uneasy co-existence with humans and basically inspired the generic European dragon imagery; living in caves, guarding gold, kidnapping young maidens etc. As the human population increased - and especially as Christianity spread to Ireland - dragons increasingly became seen as evil and were hunted down. To avoid extinction, many of the dragon clans chose to transform themselves and live among humans. To this day, anyone who has my surname by birth is a half-dragon and can use some magical powers. (The bloodline is preserved through the name itself, because names are magic) Following an incantation in the book, I was able to transform into a hybrid human/dragon form (human size and body proportion, but with scales and claws and wings). The book called this a "drakonoid" and explained that it was the best I could probably hope for since I wasn't a full-blooded dragon. I couldn't breathe fire and I couldn't fly (only glide a bit) but my claws made me excellent at climbing, so I climbed up to the roof of the library, which looked to be part of a very old university. The rest of the dream was just climbing around the buildings on campus. I'm impressed by how narratively coherent this dream was. Usually they veer off in a completely random direction halfway through.
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I was in a big white, sterile-looking room with about a dozen other people. I feel like several of them were members of the cast of The Office (American version) but I can only remember two specifically. There was one entrance to the room, a big metal double door that was elevated above the floor of the room, you had to walk up some stairs and across a metal catwalk to it. Dwight says "That's it, I'm going to wake them up" and myself and other people urge him to stop, but he pushes a button on a console that causes these large clear containers to open up. Inside the containers are Kzinti (science fiction catlike aliens) in suspended animation. Myself and others start running up the stairs to the catwalk leading to the door, but it's seeming to take much longer than it should. Kelly Kapur is right in front of me in an orange dress. I turn and see that one of the Kzinti is standing up, and he says "You humans changed your flag! Did you not like your old flag anymore?" in a mocking voice and I know he's talking about the U.N. flag. I'm terrified he's about to pounce on me and tear me to shreds, and I wake up. I'm doing laundry in a mobile home. The trailer is crowded with people sitting and sleeping everywhere, even in the small laundry nook. This happened because my wife invited a bunch of Chinese people to come live with us. I'm frustrated and decide I'm going to go for a drive. I go outside in time to see someone in a SUV crash into a white van parked in front. In the dream the van is my vehicle, and it's a rental. A fat older man and his old wife get out of the SUV and are looking at the damage and being apologetic. I run back into the trailer to get paper and pen so I can take down their information, and I'm frustrated by all the Chinese people I have to step over. When I get back outside with my paper and pencil the SUV is gone, and I'm even more angry, so angry I wake up mad.
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Feb 15, 2013 05:15
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My boyfriend and I had a serious discussion about us last night, so naturally, I ended up dreaming about him and I getting into a big argument and him breaking up with me! A few days later in dream time, I was walking around and came across him leaving his campus with some friends, and I tried to run after him and take his hand, but he must have caught on because he deliberately pulled away without looking back at me and started walking faster. I guess I ended up entering his mind or something, because the dream ended up following him to this house where there were these two attractive naked women inside. He talked to the two of them, and one of them (who had shortish blond hair) agreed to have sex with him. He was really excited about it and ran into the bedroom to take his clothes off -- but then he looked and saw he had no condoms, and he started feeling sick to his stomach (though whether this was a genuine reaction from him or just my own worries projecting onto him is unclear.) I ended up waking up before he could decide whether or not to go through with it. I was so shaken up by that dream I ended up texting him and he reassured me that he loves me and that we were okay.  I feel bad.
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Feb 15, 2013 15:08
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Yellow Kirby had to impregnate Ralof from Skyrim so he could give birth to Superman in the future. Somebody bumped into the person carrying the baby, which caused his DNA to rub off on the fetus, and Superman became Spider-Girl. Having a miscarriage/stillbirth means that the man who supplied the sperm is a horrible person, like Hitler, and he's being punished by God.
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Feb 15, 2013 15:56
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Having sex with someone I love. In zero G. To the Moonraker theme.
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Feb 17, 2013 05:18
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Umm. Yeah I had a turtle problem. I lived in a warehouse with a giant room- sized tank that held turtles like tortoises but they had water in there? Also a giant tank of crocodiles. Both tanks were breeding out of control but people on craigslist wanted 16 turtles for $8 and 6 crocs for $12... and I couldn't make them understand that they were huge loving turtles and crocs so I couldn't sell them. Also there was a tame croc that roamed around, you could pick up his front legs and make him dance and he was cool with it. Overall I felt pressured to get rid of the animals and confused as to why I had them. Also there were scientists doing genetic research in the back. I have no idea. I don't know.
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I bought a new board game and together with a friend we tried to figure out the rules. The game came with about 6 game boards, primary-coloured plastic figurines of about every character in "Lord of the Rings", 3 different manuals, a system of simulating electronic circuits and weird plastic gadgets. Of course, every time I looked at the manuals they said something different, so we as hard as we tried we could not even tell what the game was about.In the end I had this discussion: Me: "Look, we are never going to make sense of this. We are just dreaming it, this isn't even a real game." My friend: "No, this isn't even deep sleep, we can figure it out." Me: "This is stupid. I'll wake up." And then I did.
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Feb 17, 2013 10:12
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I'm in the middle of an open field during some bizzare thunderstorm. There are several small, jet black twisters tearing up the ground all around me. I'm surrounded by all my family and friends and we run into a concrete pillbox sitting in the field. I look out one of the tiny windows and notice sombody's still out there, knocked down to their knees. Its dark and their back is too me so I can't tell who it is. I insist to the people in the bunker that we have to go help but nobody will budge. I force myself to go outside while experencing some of the worst dread I've ever felt. I compare it to what I've felt in real life during a car wreck. That second right before impact when you grit your teeth and clench your rear end in a top hat. Right as I reach my friend I look over and get blindsided by one of the death vortexes.
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Feb 19, 2013 09:48
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I usually have a lot of dreamgasms, where I wake up having on or two or three in a row, but since I started Zoloft a couple of months ago, my sex dreams took a nose dive even though my sex life itself was fine. I have been cutting down from the measly 50mg dose given. i was pleased when last night I had three gigantic orgasms in a row prompted by a dream of 1) an orchid dripping nectar and being touched by a strange thumb. As soon as the thumb pressed slightly, I came twice. And 2) I was holding a miniature version of myself, a Thumbalina version of me , naked, covered in gold powder, in the palm of my hand. As I ran a finger lightly over the tiny figure of me in my hand, she undulated, and I came. These were good dreams.
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Feb 19, 2013 10:05
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I was in the bathroom when Romney barges in on me saying how he would have legalized gay marriage if we had voted him in office. Dude would not shut up about it either.
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Feb 19, 2013 10:42
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I dreamt that Karl Pilkington was forced to run around on derelict, alien-infested space ships (basically, Dead Space) while simultaneously talking into his headset (because they had a radio show to make, you know). This was some kind of strange, new feature on the radio show Ricky Gervais used to make with Karl and Steve Merchant. Karl wasn't happy.
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Feb 19, 2013 17:49
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I had a dream that I performed some insanely aggressive cunnilingus on a coworker I had a lil bit of a crush on. No dream journal in this good husband's house, no sir.
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Just dreamed a few hours ago I was on Mars, in a similar research Facility like Doom 3. But gameplay was akin to Amnesia: The Dark Descent. No killing monsters, but running from them (Running from monsters in Amnesia was hard enough. But from Cacodemons and poo poo from Doom? gently caress ME) and standing on and putting obstacles in the way. Dream ended when I witnessed a HUGE demon monster - purple hide/skin, with gashes in its arms resembling fish gills pulsating and screaming for air, with huge "flower" shaped bulbs on its back like venus fly traps, with stems, that would furl and unfurl, fleshy red inside, opposed to purple hide on the outside - eat and devour whole another monster in the spotlight in the center of a huge industrial room, and then slowly walk towards my general area I was hiding and crying in a corner. Guess the shadows I was in didn't help. Wasn't too bad. I've had far worse. I think I might draw the scene.
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Feb 19, 2013 22:56
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I was supposed to go to LA for some reason (east coast) so after battling these strange large amphibious creatures who just sank our ship I swam ashore and took a helicopter to the islet nearby with an airstrip and a bunch of random fighter jets lined up along with some M1 abrams in a canal next to the runway. I took off but was outside of the plane riding it much like a motorcycle and the sunset was awesome but then I saw one of the creatures flying so I was distracted and another plane collided with me. I parachuted down and there were a couple other soldiers there and we had a shootout but I managed to escape after nearly being blown up by a grenade and detonated some c4 on the tanks which were actually amphibious. I proceeded to take off in a Sukhoi but not before consulting my father who gave me a compass and told me to fly east and a bit south, but mostly east. This obviously made no sense but I went with it anyway. I took off and flew for a while over a jungle but decided to land and take a quick break. Then it started to rain a poo poo ton, but that was actually my dog licking me awake. There was also a rocket launch mixed in there somewhere.
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Feb 20, 2013 00:22
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I dreamed I was interviewing for a software development job with an Indian mom & pop company. The husband and CEO was travelling so I had to interview with the wife. Somehow I impressed her with my ability to play Doom which was not actually Doom but some 2D game with Apple II quality graphics. When I saw how impressed she was I tried to leave because I didn't want to be hired on that basis without talking to the husband. She called the husband and gushed to him in an Indian language about my "abilities", then hung up and continued talking to me in the same language even though I said I didn't understand. Then she showed me some of the company's products, including a mobile phone version of Rummikub where the tiles were extremely poor art photographed using a plastic tablecloth as a backdrop pattern.
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Feb 20, 2013 01:10
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Grei Skuring posted:I dreamt that Karl Pilkington was forced to run around on derelict, alien-infested space ships (basically, Dead Space) while simultaneously talking into his headset (because they had a radio show to make, you know). This was some kind of strange, new feature on the radio show Ricky Gervais used to make with Karl and Steve Merchant. Karl wasn't happy. Sounds par for the course for how Ricky and Stephen treat Karl. I dreamt last night that a DEA agent was interrogating me about my drug use, and was completely ignoring the quasi-legal research chemicals in my freezer, the ayahuasca ingredients I ordered while black-out drunk and plan to throw away or return when they arrive, and the empty jars, bottles, and green-stained t-shirts used for mescaline extraction in my storage room, and instead focused on my set of Cards Against Humanity cards, at one point pulling a gun on me and pointing it directly at my face because one of the cards said "salvia" on it. loving terrifying.
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Feb 20, 2013 02:21
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I had a cool video game dream the other night. I was the game character in the game first person. The game was you get shrunk down to about a millimeter in size and have to fight bugs with big rear end guns, then as you progress you shrink again and have to fight microbes and smaller and smaller insects, but you get smaller too. As you get smaller the bugs get more exotic and hardcore, i think the final boss was the water bear thing. Also for some reason the battles took place on derelict space stations hovering above planets which didn't make much sense, but it worked.
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Feb 20, 2013 03:52
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My weirdest dream was that Saddam Hussein was my father, we went grocery shopping and then went to the beach for a picnic, nobody else in the dream seemed to care.
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Feb 20, 2013 03:55
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I had a foggy, 3rd person view of what looked like some rolling hilltops with plateaus or something. All green with rolling grass. The many hills were so high up, that the place was enshrouded in mist-like clouds. On one particular hill were two conjoined brothers rolling around back and forth on a flat cliff top. They were joined from front to back. The cliff itself was just wide enough that they could roll for about a good 5 seconds before getting too close to an edge. As they rolled, one would toss a red ball up in the air. He would roll over so his other half could catch it, then repeat by rolling the other way. They just kept at it, like some sort of eternal display to last through the ages as a visual reminder of...something I can't put my finger on. Just two conjoined brothers rolling together and playing catch on a grassy cliff way up in the mountains, amongst the clouds.
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Feb 20, 2013 04:20
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I dreamed that I was a speed runner attending Awesome Games Done Quick. I was only there to play QWOP and Surgeon Simulator 2013, but because some people were unable to attend, I had to run about a dozen other games instead. None of which I'd played before.
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Feb 20, 2013 11:35
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I had a lucid dream where I was sitting in a train carriage watching a starry sky out of the window, noting the constellations. I noticed two women sitting near me and turned to them to ask if they had realised that this was my dream. They said that it couldn't because they were clearly sitting on a train talking to each other - I declined to argue. I then turned to look at the map of stations on the wall of the carriage and noticed that this was a new London Underground line which doesn't exist yet. I watched the letters dance on the map, because this was a dream, and waited for them to stay still before I could catch a glimpse of the name of a station. I then turned to the women and asked them what year it was. They replied that it was 2026. Ah, I said. This must be the future, then. It was nice to meet you. Then I woke myself up. I love lucid dreams.
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Feb 20, 2013 11:44
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My dream was weird as gently caress. It was an episode of Ren and Stimpy where they were trying to rob some cocky superbillionaire who kept palettes of cash behind a barred fence and lived in a hotel. At some point during the dream I went and played golf with some friends but ended up getting sidetracked because we found some big rear end blueberries like the size of golf balls, and later on, they were the size of pumpkins. I remember the blueberries specifically, because in the dream I ate them, and could taste them, and they were delicious. I woke up craving blueberries, but they will never be as sweet as dream-blueberries. I usually never have dreams where I am not the main point of view throughout the whole dream, and I haven't seen an episode of Ren and Stimpy in well over a year, so it was especially strange for me to be watching myself hang out with Ren and Stimpy. I also don't play golf or watch it (unless it is like a Hotshots Golf game) so that was also very strange that I had a dream about playing it. I do love blueberries though, and am currently in a botany class learning about plants and their fruits and such so that part of the dream made sense.
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Feb 20, 2013 14:25
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had a pretty awesome dream last night. The zombie apocalypse hit so me and my dad turned our 1975 Volvo 240 stationwagon into an indestructible zombie pulverizing tank, I then spent the rest of my dream driving around a ruined city at high speed smashing zombie cars with my dad exploding heads with a triple barreled shotgun
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Feb 20, 2013 21:10
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Weird one from a couple nights ago: I was was sneak killing generic grey soldiers on my way through some neon jungle type environment where the ground was even glowing some weird shade of brown and the leaves were all manner of awesome trippy colors. Then, out of freaking nowhere, I'm suddenly going through some bizarre hybrid of Basic training, Airborne school, and strangely while this was going on the Power Point slides from a class I took in 2012 (Organizational behavior in case you wanted to know) were on a screen. All of this was outdoors in the trippy assed jungle mind you. Obviously I had to get out of these classes, so I start sneak killing my way out, the whole time thinking "Didn't I just loving do this?" but instead of the knife I had the first run through I was hitting the generic soldiers in the head with a brick. Suddenly I enter a clearing only to be spotlighted by a helicopter, and hear over a loud speaker "You are in an unauthorized area and have damaged the property of the Disney Corporation! If you surrender now and return to the barracks no harm will come to you!" Naturally I responded with a hearty "gently caress you!" and threw the brick at the chopper, which bounced right the hell off. The pilot, naturally pissed off that I threw a brick at him, turned a huge Gatling gun on the bottom of the chopper towards me and as it began to turn, making the whirring noise they make in video games for about a half second before firing, signifying that I was about to get turned into a red wet spot on the jungle floor, I woke up.
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Feb 20, 2013 22:07
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Portal and ATHF. Frylock was trying to get them through a chamber, but Shake had the portal gun and was belligerent as usual. It was one of the rooms where a disintegration field and a wall stretch across the center of the room, so you have to fly across it with portal physics. Additionally, there was a basketball hoop on the other side that they had to get a cube through. Frylock tried to explain, “Shoot a portal on the ceiling, then one on the floor…” But Shake was babbling about how he couldn’t throw a cube that far (to the other side of the room)! How could they expect anyone to do this? Finally Frylock grabbed the gun from him, shot one portal near the top of the wall, another onto a rug on the floor. He grabbed the cube, jumped into the floor portal, and as he came down from the wall portal, grabbed the rug and flipped it over, changing the portal from orange to blue. This got him to the other side. Then he stood underneath the hoop and shot one portal straight up to the ceiling, another to the floor, and went through while holding the cube. Shake was in awe. Elder Scrolls. A Khajiit woman had to believe to put the lightrail trains on the right path and have them guide her home. But their current path was too eccentric and would never be fixed; she justified her lack of faith as “she was a local commuter, the trains are long-distance.” She entered the green line and shut it down to put it onto a normal path again, then tried to get home. But now the train gods were angry at her for her lack of faith, and the blue line that was supposed to take her home blew past her without stopping. She took the magenta line instead, but it began to zip over jumps and gaps in the path, and she realized that the green line had been a test of faith, which she’d failed. The magenta line crashed into another train perpendicularly and the dream ended.
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