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I am standing at the top of a steep ridgeline. The side of the mountain is filled with the black asphalt of raceway as it zigged and zagged and hairpinned back on itself. Dividing the black is a thin ribbon of green grass and then deep cliff. A race is taking place and I was some sort of coordinator spectator person. I have a walkie and was giving updates. You can hear the roar of engines as the cars race through the valleys and upwards to the top. Also running the track is a motorcyclist. Miles ahead, the motorcyclist races through the turns and seemed to be winning. Just as it reaches the road directly below me, it loses control and crashes. The motorcycle flips over the rail and disappears. The motorcyclist lays injured in the middle of the roadway and seemingly trapped. A 10 foot cliff to reach me at the top and a 50 foot cliff down on the other side of the road way kept the motorcyclist from getting off the road. The motorcyclists removes helmet and I see its a woman. She silent lifts her arm in my direction. She needs help. The roar of the incoming cars is nearly deafening. I jump down. Drag her to the edge of the 10 foot cliff. She jumps, I lift and she reaches the edge. She pulls herself up and turned to look at me. We made eye contact. The cars are rounding the edge of the nearest turn. I look back at her and then back to the cars. Just as they are about to hit me, I wake up. Yay.
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Here's a couple of dreams from last night: Dream One: Just a short scene where I'm watching the family from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (Uncle Phil, Aunt Vivian, Carlton, Will Smith, Ashley, Hillary, Geoffery the Butler), either on TV or I'm there in the room with them. They're making small talk with a male guest, who I guess is Hillary's date. Then suddenly someone informs the others that he's a sex offender, and Uncle Phil chases him out. Dream Two: Lady Galadriel, or a character like Lady Galadriel, is spurned by an elf lord whom she loves, and she starts making life difficult for him. Can't remember the details, though. Then it turns out that I'm taking a test, translating elvish into English and/or vice-versa, but I have a sheet that gives me the answers. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to have the sheet, since I don't think this is an open-book test, so I hide it. Suddenly this whole scenario turns out to be a novel written by George R.R. Martin, the latest in his Song of Ice and Fire series, which now involves Tolkien-esque elves. I skip ahead and read that these events lead to the formation of a small kingdom that is quickly destroyed, followed by an afterword by Gurm promising that we'll see Tyrion, Daenarys, etc. in the next book. This other dream I had the night before last: There's more to this dream but I'll just tell you all about this one part at the end: I go into my garage and I see a HUGE funnel-web spider lying on its back on top of some boxes. It doesn't move as I get near it and examine it, but I can't tell if it's fake, dead, or just sleeping. I back out slowly and close the door which leads to my kitchen. I peek through the shades of the door and see that the spider is gone, and I think "gently caress! It was real", so then I decide to sneak in and get some bug spray and kill the fucker, because I have a young neice and nephew in the house, but as I'm about to open the door I hear a hissing noise. I look and I see the gigantic cat-sized spider rearing up and hissing at me through the window. I'm trying to back away from the door and get back up the small steps that go to my kitchen, but I'm afraid I'll accidently open the door by doing so (like maybe pushing on it as I try to back away). Pleasant dreams, goons. Quality_Guaranteed fucked around with this message at 08:19 on Jan 27, 2013 |
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I was in a classroom with a whole bunch of teenagers. Apparently, I was a teenager as well. We were working on our biology notes when I noticed that our teacher was Dick van Dyke. So obviously then we started singing songs from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang as duets, dancing around the room and giggling. Everyone else was confused.
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I had a dream last night that I was hiking across a salt pan in Death Valley where it was blazingly hot and I could barely see because of the blinding sun. The really weird thing was that in the dream I had gotten sunburned and when I dreamed that I pressed down on my arm to see how bad it was, it hurt. I thought you weren't supposed to be able to feel pain in dreams? I think that's the first time I have, it was really strange. I've also occasionally been able to smell things in dreams, which I've also read isn't possible.
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Dreamt one of my family were marrying into royalty. I attended the dinner afterwards (which was held at my Auntie's very small house). I remember one conversation where some upper-class person was explaining how guns will eventually become legalised if the recession continues. At some point there was the sound of a glass being tapped and it was announced that a game was about to start. The scenery changed to this tropical desert landscape. All the guys lined up and were split into two teams, and within those teams divided into the weak and the strong. Some posh guy started explaining the rules; I wasn't paying full attention as it was all directed to the 'strong' section, when he did address us it was something like "grots will be reinforcing". I woke up at that point and didn't get to see what the game was.
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Jan 27, 2013 16:53
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I was a game show. Not, "I was the host of the game show", or "I was a contestant". I was the game show. I was a disembodied ominipotent god. I determined who got called down to play. I determined the prices, the rewards, the games, who won, who lost, the cameras, and the sounds. I was the voice in the host's earpiece. They were my willing subjects. Now that I think about it, it was kinda dark...
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Jan 27, 2013 17:05
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I dreamed my pet rat was still alive and healthy. I miss my pet rat.
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Jan 27, 2013 17:11
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I dreamt I had to go and get my hair cut but for some reason I had to borrow my friend's face first. Which is extra strange because we don't even look the same or have remotely the same kind of hair (mine's short, thick and dark, hers is long, fine and blonde). So we had our faces carved off and swapped just like in Face/Off, after that it was pretty much just a regular boring trip to the barbers. Also the whole thing was set in Saudi Arabia. Never been so my mind just made it look like Tunisia instead. Then we swapped faces back and went back to the UK. It seemed pretty natural at the time but it was really disturbing in hindsight.
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Jan 27, 2013 19:57
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I dreamed I was at work and a tornado formed so my coworker and I alerted the rest of the workforce and then went to the storm shelter, which is apparently a glass room on the very top of the building.  I then started discovering security badges that belonged to other people in my pockets and the people I had to alert were both from my high school, neither of whom I've interacted with or heard about at all in at least a decade. Brains are weird.
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I had a dream where I could breath underwater, but only freshwater. In the dream I had a house on the bottom of the ocean, the house was filled with freshwater, and had a massive saltwater aquarium. Natalie Portman came over, (she could also breath under water) and we got really high. We started to watch the fish in the aquarium while they started to leave trails and shift colors. Time started to flow at different rates depending on how far things were away from the fish. We started to take the fish out of the aquarium to make sure that we didn't get too far away from them and stop time. Natalie got really sad that the fish would just fall to the floor when taken out of the tank rather than float through the air like they were falling if they were taken out. And for some reason there were sharks in the back yard.
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Jan 28, 2013 03:08
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Dreamt that I was walking around the other side of town in the middle of the night, down a residental street on a hill and then through a semi-abandoned old shopping center that was torn down some time ago. I was wearing only a thin t-shirt, panties and socks, and I was trying to stick to the sidewalk and hurry to a more well-lit area. One of the stores was actually open and operating, but I couldn't tell what was inside (I could partially see through the window an empty corridor with a brick wall.) There was a car pulled up along the sidewalk by this store, and inside was a big black dude and a skinny white dude with a soul patch and gross hair arguing in the front seat. I climbed into the back unnoticed and huddled under a blanket, and fell asleep. I woke up sometime later (in dream time, the clock said 4:00 AM or close to it) confused about what was going on, and the two dudes looked in back and were genuinely bewildered and shocked to see that I was there, so I guess they didn't do anything to me while I slept. They offered to drive me back home, and I agreed, saying something about my dad killing me or something that I can't quite remember, and they took off around the curve and down the highway to where I live. At the big intersection between the highways there were these two dudes randomly playing poker at a makeshift table in the middle of the road and someone else by a truck pulled over on the side, and the black dude yelled at them through the window and cursed them out. We drove off, and it sort of faded out after that.
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Jan 28, 2013 18:17
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Another dream about smoking a cigarette for me. It's been about a month since my last one.
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Jan 28, 2013 18:32
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I had a one dream last night in which sarcastic wedding toppers (those bride and groom figures on top of cakes) would constantly interfere with a wedding invitation cake business. The wedding figures rewrote invitations and announcements; fingered the icing of the wedding cake leaving weird patterns and hieroglyphs on the sides of the cakes; commit ritual murder-suicide on top of cakes during the wedding reception's cake-cutting in full view of the bride, groom and their guests. The wedding figures would also use an empty gift box as hideaways to mess around with each other or for games like ice hockey and hide and seek. A large toy that looked like Groundskeeper Willie would loom around and torment them by forcing them to do yard work while he sneaked off to have sex with the gift box. Groundskeeper Willie terrorized the other figures by catching them in the box and saying the most obscene things while he humped away at the air. An intervention is held for Groundskeeper Willie when one of the figures who played hockey went missing after a penalty (who was later found in Willie's room tied up under the bed). The wedding figures who have been using the box for hockey, hide and seek and secret rendezvous are horrified to learn the gift box has been Willies sex toy for months. They then locked Willie into the gift box and set it on fire, burning him to death.
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I had a dream that my town was being overrun by werewolves, and I was watching Mr T escort a little girl to safety. The thing is the werewolves didn't look like the wolfman or anything, they just looked like black people with really bloodshot eyes and big teeth. I'm worried I might be subconsciously racist 
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Jan 29, 2013 20:37
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Circuit analysis and zombies, in the vein of "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies."
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I had a dream last night that I was on a boat coming back from Iceland to New England and there was a TV on of a "Barney Rebel" music video. While I was in the dream I was like, oh yeah, I've heard of this guy, but reality he didn't exist. It was a new electronic musician with the same popularity Fat Boy Slim had. In the dream I even remembered seeing the music video before but not the whole thing. This time I decided to take it all in. This is what really freaks me out about dreams because it was so vivid and real. The track was so original and completely fleshed out with all kinds of layers, even strings. The music video was also awesome. It was just a guy break dancing in a small room, but when the music did a certain thing (hung on a note) he'd spin on something impossible continuously like his chin, elbow, palm of his hand or finger. When I woke up I'm like, this guy has to exist. But then it started dying and out and I got worried. I knew there's a "Barney Rubble" but a "Rebel"? There is. But it's this guy  http://www.reverbnation.com/barneyrebel/song/13737506-double-cup-penthouse
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A couple nights ago, I dreamt I was paying some kind of scavenger hunt game that had me going different places just to pilfer cigarettes. I climbed into the cockpit of a deserted plane which was STILL FLYING from the air duct of a convention center just for two Marlboro Reds. And I haven't smoked in weeks, nor am I craving anything. ...wait, since typing this post I'm craving a smoke now. 
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Jan 31, 2013 18:45
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I read the thread about the isolated Siberian family and dreamed I was Dmitry. It was so awesome and I loved it. Then when I woke up I was all disappointed with my frail woman body.
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Dreamed I woke up and picked an eye booger the size of a fingernail out of the corner of my eye, and it had a big spot of dried blood in the middle. Woke up feeling like I was still pinching it between my fingers and when I realized it wasn't there, I was worried it was lost in my bedding for a few seconds.
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The city in New Zealand where I live was damaged by earthquakes so the government replaced the most severely damaged part with the contiguous United States. I had to drive all the way across it to get home from work. I got lost almost immediately, while looking for a petrol station in California. I got out of my car because I thought it might be easier to find one on foot and a woman grabbed me and dragged me into a building. She wanted me to record a statement saying the video of her crying over her young son's disappearance was totally not faked, but in the video it was obvious she was dripping the tears onto her face from an eyedropper and the snot coming from her nose was just green pieces of paper she'd stuck up there. I agreed to record the statement anyway because she was probably a murderer and I didn't want to die but I tried to put in a secret message saying I was lying by overemphasising certain syllables. She kept noticing and making me start again.
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I was at some kind of cosplay convention and for some reason I'd shown up as Arlene Rimmer off that one episode of Red Dwarf where they go into a parallel universe. A cute guy dressed as the Fonz was singing "Don't Stop Believing" on a stage for some reason, and he called me up on stage to dance with him, and I said "gently caress yes!  ".Then everything went quiet, and we were all asked to leave and the convention was banned forever from all nearby venues because I said "gently caress". The whole crowd of cross and disappointed nerds, some with tears in their eyes, all rounded on me and I woke up.
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Me and my buddies (all men) were all sitting around in a restaurant with these huge conical hats like you see princesses wearing. Just huge party hats basically. Only mine had a long ribbon from the top. And my friends all turned to me and said, "Why are you abandoning the traditions of our fathers?"
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I dreamt about my cat that passed away recently, I found myself in a big grass field staring up a gigantic tree, and up there was my cat, I called him and he came down and played with me, he was super happy to see me and kept smashing his head on my leg like he did when he was alive. Then I woke up. At least he's happy where he is.
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Feb 2, 2013 18:41
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My brother (also a goon) reports dreaming of Kate Ceberano last night. He was at a school assembly and Kate Ceberano was the guest speaker. At some point her speech turned into an instruction to the cheerleading team to join her in what he reports to have been a 'slutty dance'. Apparently he was so outraged that the rest of the dream was him 'shouting at her, really having a go'. I can identify with this, she's poo poo. My dream last night was pretty good too. I dreamed of a party in a shabby old house. It was a sort of extended family affair (not my real family though the family was 'mine'). 'My' wife was talking to a gaggle of old women about why we'd decided never to have children. At the back of the room, several men were slaughtering slightly smaller men and chopping them up for sausage meat and I woke up with the word 'kielbasa'... 'kielbasa'... 'kielbasa'... ringing through my mind. Made for some great writing through the morning 
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Had a dream where I went back home (to the humid, humid south) and dealt with spiders. Lots of spiders. Maaaaan I hate them. All I can remember thinking in my dream was 'GO BACK NORTH WHERE IT'S FREAKING COLD'. Seriously there was a part where someone sprayed like 20 of them and just told me to just go to sleep. The weird part was no one had a problem squishing these hand-sized spiders, except for me.
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Feb 4, 2013 15:12
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My mother, sister, and I had moved to some big city to run an Asian-themed restaurant out of a tiny house. One of the customers I waited on was a lady and her two young sons, and when she asked for the dessert menu she also requested a Brillo pad to remove the crust from her eyes.
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Had a dream that I was walking a trail trough dense piney woods. There had been something interesting found here that had to do with the heavy rain- I rounded a hillside and there it was: a huge tree had fallen and the ground had sheared away to reveal huge prehistoric creatures sticking out of the earth as if they were bursting free. They were slightly mangled, but otherwise looked like they could've died recently. There was a giant horse that looked like it was struggling to get free and some other kind of massive ice age quadruped. All of them were covered in reddish mud. There were a few equally boggled park rangers and volunteers milling around in rain ponchos. I spoke to them as we examined it from every angle. It was agreed that somebody should hike out to find a signal and call someone, but nobody wanted to leave. Then later I had a dream about bugs coming out of the trash and woke up suddenly.
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I dreamt that I was playing a demo of a new Bioshock game in a virtual reality and was amazed about the graphics. The game took place on a 19th century passenger ship (At first, it was played like a murder mystery detective game on the ship) and the ship, at some point was blown to smithereens and I had to escape and eventually I was left floating in warm water, amidst floating debris and burning ship parts in a dark, endless ocean. The demo kept ending with me in the sea, until I found a secret demo level, where instead of leaving me in the sea when the ship was destroyed, the ship got stranded in Greenland or something and I had to hide from mutant russians in a snowstorm.
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Last night I dreamt I was under the spell of a beautiful, dark haired woman. We danced through the countryside, burning peasant villages and killing everybody except the children, who joined the murderous procession instead. Weird dream.
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Feb 5, 2013 11:42
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^ sounds like a great dream 
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Feb 5, 2013 11:59
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Last night's dream started in third person, as some ex mafia guy, who was worried about getting offed. And then was immediately killed. Then it moved on to first person and another hostage situation in a huge building where a bunch of characters off Bold and the Beautiful or one of those ridiculous daytime soaps, along with me and a female asian friend I know, were the hostages. Some of the guys holding us hostage got close and then me and said asian friend decided to hide in the bathroom, but then she needed to use the toilet so I politely left, only to get caught by that Ronaldo soccer player guy. He gave me a choice of death or letting him give me a haircut. The haircut was TERRIBLE and I was rather upset because dream logic dictated gay people give awesome haircuts. And then we were on a train in the London Underground, when it was robbed by two bandits.
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Feb 5, 2013 12:15
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I drempt I was batman. I fought the joker in a burning building and grapnel gunned out with the hostages. The Joker probably burned to death but gently caress him, that blokes a oval office.
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Feb 5, 2013 12:17
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There was a big violent street brawl going on, deadly and quite terrifying. But not as terrifying as when giant psychic bugs (like the ones in Starship Troopers) joined in, tearing up and eating all the men fighting. That didn't stop the guys fighting each other.
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Feb 5, 2013 12:41
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STONE OF MADNESS posted:^ sounds like a great dream Yeah, thats what I get for reading and drawing from the Grimm fairytales at night. It was more freaky than horrifying, I was under a spell after all.
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Last night I had the dumbest, least eventful dream. I was driving, and I pulled into the parking lot of a Postal Sorting Facility. I couldn't quite understand how you get back out of there, so I stopped into the building itself. It was much smaller than you'd expect, but it seemed totally normal in my dream. I also had an actual reason to be in there, like I was picking up some paperwork for work or something. I proceeded to get very unhelpful directions on how you drive out of the parking lot and back onto the main road. The main road was Pike Street from my home town. I woke up both irritated by the menutiae of the dream and the menutiae in the dream. Why is my brain wasting my time with more boring details of the day while I'm trying to sleep?
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Feb 5, 2013 15:58
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I had a dream that my grandmother was dating this wizard guy. As in he had the pointy hat with stars on it, a long-rear end beard, robe the whole ensemble. Can't remember his name, but I'm sure he had one. Anyway, he was really rape-y and kept trying to feel me up and such. I tried going to my parents and my grandmother, but no one believed me. So I tried some home-alone type hijinks to get him to break up with my grandma, but they all backfired horribly, and lead to him casting some blackout spell on me. When I come to I am laying in a bed beside him. I know what happened, so I begin crying. I know it sounds kind of ridiculous, but the dream actually made me feel really scared and uncomfortable. Stupid subconscious.
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I just walked out of Burger King with a bag of food on a cool evening in San Francisco. I'm not sure why it was Burger King because their food isn't all too great, personally speaking. And I don't know why I was in San Fran. It was getting dark fast and I had to find a way to the hotel I was staying in. I wasn't sure how I got to BK or which route I took, so I started running through the completely empty and foggy streets in hopes of randomly running into it. I started hearing footsteps amongst the fog but every time I turned around, the streets were empty. There were a lot of alleyways occupied by a hobo or two. They would stare at me blankly from the darkness of the alleyway. I would try to dodge their glances and keep walking. The footsteps would come back and I actually found out who was following me. Some thuggish guy. He was pretty large and I caught him hiding behind a dumpster when I turned around. He tried to play it off as if he wasn't following me, but I broke into a full sprint. Then he did too. Eventually I lost him, but I was even further away from Burger King and still no hotel room in sight. I was in some industrial area now and night was falling. The food was getting cold and I was getting hungry too. Strangely I was just as focused as eating as I was finding the hotel. I found a little plaza with some trees and tables and saw a ragged Jewish family sitting down eating their Burger King. They're speaking in some language I don't understand but I wave and sit on the ground cross legged close enough so I could see them but far enough where I wouldn't be intrusive to their conversation. I just wanted to be safe. Surely a stalker wouldn't pick a fight with me and a family close by. And I was right. I saw the thugs creep back into the fog and go elsewhere. The family waves and motions me to sit at the table with them. I give them an awkward smile and sit down. They're surprised at how fast i'm eating my food. The smallest member of the family, a girl with an old toy doll, knows some english. She acts as the translator and we all have a little chat about something. She then gives me my smart phone, which I had left at BK. I use google maps to make a route back to the hotel, only to see I somehow wandered 3 miles away from it. I'd ask them if they'd be kind to let me follow them home and sleep in their garage for the night, since it was pitch black outside and there were even more creeps roaming about. That's where the dream ends.
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I was at home, with my brother. A car pulled up full of young people, and they started throwing firecrackers, but my brother, who was always into blowing things up when he was younger, had rigged up a derelict old fire truck in our driveway with a "large amount of chemical explosives." So I ran a distance, and they threw firecrackers under the truck. It exploded, and for some reason I remember the phrase "22 people were injured." Anyway, I get back closer, and notice my two (current) cars had been totaled. I was really mad, and figured I needed to call the insurance company. At this point, I woke up. What the hell? I have no idea.
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I had a trio of weird dreams last night. The first involved me wandering around an airport one evening, either to meet up with my boyfriend or fly out to see him -- I can't remember which. It wasn't a very big airport, and there were only a few stores and one restaurant to pass the time at, so I didn't have much choice but to wander in the meantime really. It wasn't very eventful, except for me peering through the door into one of the stores and seeing my former manager from work sitting there having a conversation with some unseen person. She spotted me and waved, then mouthed something along the lines of 'Why aren't you going back to [???]' (the last word escapes me at the moment.) I shook my head and ran off. This segued into the second dream, where Chris Farley and a bunch of other chubby dudes were in a kitchen clustered around this mountain of cookie ingredients piled up to the ceiling and chanting; there was sugar piled on top of flour piled on top of cookie mix stuff with a big old lake of butter, milk and eggs at the base. The chanting intensified, and Chris did a bellyflop onto the mountain, splattering everything everywhere. The third dream was vaguer than the others, and involved me trying to carry a baby through the house I recently moved to. I managed to get to the couch in the living room and sit before the baby tumbled out of my arms, but oddly it didn't seem to be distressed or anything, just giggling in some uncanny valley-ish way. I woke up before it could hit the floor.
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I've had three very similar dreams the last few weeks. They've all involved some pets that my roommate was "pet sitting". They jump up on my bed and I feel like theyre going to do insidious things to me and I wake up flailing and screaming. This morning I think my eyes were open and I was dreaming because one of them jumped up on my bed and I flailed it away and then "woke up" but I'm pretty sure I was already awake? It was very strange. E: Oh, and the other morning I had one where a gigantic crab/spider looking thing was crawling on my wall where again, I could have sworn I was awake and then I turned on the light and it was gone. I'm probably a very broken person
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