Last night I had a dream that Marty did a television commercial to announce something. He said, "My name is (his real name) and I've just begun to pupate."
Wake up with a scream I did. :yeah:
I always mute commercials.
Martinus growing up? I find the prospect intriguing but unlikely.
:moon:
It was scarring. Mentally.
What's pupate?
:yucky:
Quote from: Siege on September 26, 2011, 05:44:13 PM
:yucky:
I lied. It has something to do with insects. Either when they change from a larva into a pupa or from a pupa into a...whatever.
The day I dream about Marty is the day I jump off the Missouri river bridge.
I had a dream that a Russian girl I dated in DC was now working for the KGB and had been assigned to seduce me. She seduced me by making me feel sorry for how fat she was now. Then her boss Vladimir Putin, who looked just like Rick Perry, asked to borrow some of my neckties.
I was fucking around with Hulu last night on my new HD TivO, fell asleep while Danton was on, my dreams were all in fucking French.
I had an epic dream last night that I got shot twice. Prosecutors and judges didn't want to believe I had actually been shot, so I had to go into a gang-controlled area of the city to find the one witness who had driven by when I got shot. He was freaked out that his gang would off him because I wasn't part of the gang, so he gave me the gang mark (scarring welt from a cigarette burn, then tattooed over) in the car on the way to the courthouse. A friend who managed to check Facebook while he was in jail for some stupid reason busted out by putting together a Lego train and was greeted by police as soon as he opened the courthouse door. Punch was served.
Thankfully, last night's dream was a lot more normal than the other night's, when I fell asleep while watching the Rifftrax for the Star Wars Holiday Special. Falling asleep during the Jefferson Starship segment was a huge mistake.
I don't remember many dreams but I was having a weird one right as I woke up this morning.
I was with some woman who needed protection from some evildoers nearby. We ran into BA Baracus and Face from the original A-Team in a parking garage. They were armed with some sort of automatic rifles and were shooting at bad guys but wouldn't listen when I was trying to tell them that being in the middle of the open garage was a bad idea, we needed to get our backs to a wall at least. I looked out the window and saw a squad of armored SWAT type cops/soldiers with attack dogs headed towards us but I wasn't sure whose side they were on. I woke up before I found out.
Quote from: Admiral Yi on September 27, 2011, 03:46:50 AM
I had a dream that a Russian girl I dated in DC was now working for the KGB and had been assigned to seduce me. She seduced me by making me feel sorry for how fat she was now. Then her boss Vladimir Putin, who looked just like Rick Perry, asked to borrow some of my neckties.
I have the same dream last night as I have had every night for the last 15 years. :mellow:
Quote from: DontSayBanana on September 27, 2011, 11:16:49 AM
Thankfully, last night's dream was a lot more normal than the other night's, when I fell asleep while watching the Rifftrax for the Star Wars Holiday Special. Falling asleep during the Jefferson Starship segment was a huge mistake.
That's a great Rifftrax.
Anyway, I used to have dreams where I got shot, a lot. Syrians figured heavily for some reason. These days, I hardly remember my dreams at all. I assume they're as livid and unpleasant as ever, though.
I once had a dream I fucked Hitler's daughter in his garage. Right on the hood of his VW beetle.
I had a dream last week were i was the best man at a wedding were every guest save the bride, groom, and myslef were babies.
Quote from: HVC on September 27, 2011, 12:53:02 PM
I had a dream last week were i was the best man at a wedding were every guest save the bride, groom, and myslef were babies.
So you got an invitation to Grey Fox's wedding, big deal. Maybe I didn't feel like going anyway.
Quote from: Ideologue on September 27, 2011, 01:02:02 PM
Quote from: HVC on September 27, 2011, 12:53:02 PM
I had a dream last week were i was the best man at a wedding were every guest save the bride, groom, and myslef were babies.
So you got an invitation to Grey Fox's wedding, big deal. Maybe I didn't feel like going anyway.
:lol: Actually my best friend is gonna be a baby daddy soon. it was his fictional wedding in my dream :D
I had a dream where my in-dream girlfriend and I were at an airport, going to fly to some random place. I think the idea was to try to snag some first class tickets really cheap because of cancellations or whatever. Well, we ended up going to Hong Kong and meeting up with Mono. There was some discussion about how to handle meeting up with his wife, I remarked that I couldn't really do a "Canadian" accent. Jump cut(or maybe I just forgot some parts), I'm talking with Mrs. Mono and she says "You're from Languish, aren't you?" :lol:
Quote from: Ed Anger on September 27, 2011, 12:04:45 PM
I once had a dream I fucked Hitler's daughter in his garage. Right on the hood of his VW beetle.
Did she have a little mustache as well?
Quote from: Razgovory on November 09, 2011, 06:03:12 PM
Quote from: Ed Anger on September 27, 2011, 12:04:45 PM
I once had a dream I fucked Hitler's daughter in his garage. Right on the hood of his VW beetle.
Did she have a little mustache as well?
I would have blown a load in my pants then.
I had a very disturbing dream a couple days ago.
Normally I wake up screaming about once every two weeks or so, which is an improvement.
Ussually I don't remember the dream.
One thing though, at least the dreams I do remember, are never the same.
I would think it would be very weird, and I would take it seriously, if I were to dream the same every day.
But then, I ussually don't remember my dreams.
Last night I dreamt that some Angry Kid was bitching about the world and Languish. He said that Admiral Yi had been a POW for decades before finally betraying his country.
Admiral Yi is only mildly similar to John McCain.
Man that was a weird dream. It involved espionage, dating some chick and having a mob kill a sketch artist.
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on November 09, 2011, 05:53:38 PM
I had a dream where my in-dream girlfriend and I were at an airport, going to fly to some random place. I think the idea was to try to snag some first class tickets really cheap because of cancellations or whatever. Well, we ended up going to Hong Kong and meeting up with Mono. There was some discussion about how to handle meeting up with his wife, I remarked that I couldn't really do a "Canadian" accent. Jump cut(or maybe I just forgot some parts), I'm talking with Mrs. Mono and she says "You're from Languish, aren't you?" :lol:
:hmm:
She already knows about this place, man. I saw it in my dream. :lol:
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on February 06, 2012, 10:29:44 AM
She already knows about this place, man. I saw it in my dream. :lol:
Tonight, make a dream about me getting rich. I order you.
If Eddie can grant wishes, I'd like to be sane. Also have a job and a girlfriend. Though I think the last two will come fairly naturally from the first, I'd still like it all in the bag.
I am merely a prophet, I can see the future, not make it. :sleep:
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on February 06, 2012, 11:31:22 AM
I am merely a prophet, I can see the future, not make it. :sleep:
What do you see in my future, Eddie?
Pain and suffering. :(
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on February 06, 2012, 11:48:48 AM
Pain and suffering. :(
Yeah, that's what's marked in my calender for all of next week. I think I may have an opening for "More pain" though. I learned something this week. I can take a
lot of sedatives at once, and still be fine.
No dream of mine has ever beaten the one where I was an alien during the invasion of Earth. That was some weird shit.
Last night I dreamt I put up a poll about who was the most missed vanished poster of the Tri-Fora. Perhaps I'll do that.
I dreamed that I was somewhere in a tropical setting, not quite a vacation resort. That was when the nukes started going off. Our island was largely unharmed except for the occasional bits of fallout later on, but there were over a dozen mushroom clouds rising majestically on the horizon. We determined that some of them had to be in Japan and China. We somehow made it to the mainland, but people there seemed puzzled by our observations. I looked up the news sites, wikipedia etc., but there was no mentioning of the event. We returned to our island with the feeling of huge conspiracy/cover-up (something I usually laugh at, which I pointed out in my dream) - how did anyone not notice all those nuke blasts? Or how was this covered up? And by who? Before the plot could thicken, I woke up, though.
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on February 22, 2012, 07:30:48 AM
Last night I dreamt I put up a poll about who was the most missed vanished poster of the Tri-Fora. Perhaps I'll do that.
Hamilcar. Vinraith second place, but I knew Hamilcar pretty well.
I do know that he's doing fine, at least professionally, we just don't talk anymore. :(
You should change that Ides.
I dreamt I taught and lived in a tree house. :hmm:
i had a dream last night that i was in my old house playing some sort of PS2 game with CdM, Sheilbh, and either dps or derspiess (wasn't sure who in my dream). It was surreal to say the least lol.
I better not appear in your dreams, you pervs.
You looked really good in that thong. :lol:
:(
Quote from: Ed Anger on February 27, 2012, 09:38:06 AM
I better not appear in your dreams, you pervs.
You know that it hurt just a little that you weren't in my dream :console: :P
Yes. Hurt. Quite.
I wish I wouldn't dream about Melody several times a week. :(
Quote from: Iormlund on February 06, 2012, 12:43:07 PM
No dream of mine has ever beaten the one where I was an alien during the invasion of Earth. That was some weird shit.
Tell us the dream. Now I am curious.
Please be as detailed as possible.
I had a dream I was back in high school. Was hanging out in the smoking lounge (we had a "senior lounge" that was a de facto smoking lounge--the cleaning crew even cleaned out our butts) with some very rough trade. For some reason my high school was transplanted to Quebec. I didn't realize it was in Quebec until a knife fight broke out. When the cops showed up they were dressed in speedos.
Last weekend I've dreamt that we were hiking in the mountains with the kids and my son fell down a ravine :cry:
This happens *every fucking time* I'm having a mountain holiday with the family, usually during the first night spent there :mad:
L.
My painkillers have been helping me have some weird ass dreams. One, I was Elric and I was awash in everybody's blood and another I sat on a throne of gold and was issuing death sentences to people I have hated over the years.
Quote from: Ed Anger on March 06, 2012, 09:39:32 AM
My painkillers have been helping me have some weird ass dreams. One, I was Elric and I was awash in everybody's blood and another I sat on a throne of gold and was issuing death sentences to people I have hated over the years.
Don't you do that anyway?
I wish. :(
Last night I had a weird dream, that seemed to just continue no matter how many times I awoke, it resumed as soon as I fell back to sleep. it was like being in a movie, and there were fish fighting a guerrilla campaign against demonically possessed sharks in a drowned city.
Quote from: Ed Anger on February 27, 2012, 09:38:06 AM
I better not appear in your dreams, you pervs.
You did. Many years ago while KAPland was alive. I still remember it because it was so strange. I was doing my old paper route and ran into a bunch of you in Lowell, Mass.
We are supposed to go to Las Vegas.
I don't wanna go to Vegas.
Look, I'm gonna be Randall Flagg. You are coming with us.
I wish I had gone to KApapalooza now.
Today's nap dream:
I was Hitler's Librarian and to get the books out of Berlin, I loaded all the books into a Me-163 and took off to South America with them.
No boobs in the dream. :mad:
Boobs on a Komet would not have been aerodynamic.
Quote from: PDH on June 24, 2012, 02:45:44 PM
Boobs on a Komet would not have been aerodynamic.
Depends on how pointy they are.
I had a medieval dream. A duchess invaded my dukedom, and the dream was full of gnarly cool fighting. My mind fucked me over when it came to the end. My troops stormed the castle, and I ravaged the duchess in revenge.
This food network bitch,Alex Guarnaschelli:
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Dammit. You are damned right I awoke in terror.
My wife is banned from watching cooking channel and food network at night. BANNED I SAY.
:lol:
Quote from: Ed Anger on August 07, 2012, 09:36:17 AM
I had a medieval dream. A duchess invaded my dukedom, and the dream was full of gnarly cool fighting. My mind fucked me over when it came to the end. My troops stormed the castle, and I ravaged the duchess in revenge.
This food network bitch,Alex Guarnaschelli:
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Dammit. You are damned right I awoke in terror.
My wife is banned from watching cooking channel and food network at night. BANNED I SAY.
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A 2 parter:
1st part, I found additional rooms in my basement. I kept digging, and found a huge cavern of rooms filled with 70's decor and living cats. Ok, not weird.
4 am Piss break. Fall aback asleep and....
2nd part, The newly excavated part was filled with Aliens. The black nasty ones from the movies of the same name. So I kept sending nationally known democrats heavily armed (to save the 70's decor) and they keep dying horribly. I finally send down a Republican and they kick ass and take names. Before I woke up, Condi Rice was taking her uniform off and..
I woke up. :(
My brain is FUCKED UP.
I'm not convinced that your dreams are real.
Of course they're not real. Now whether they're creations of his subconscious or his conscious mind is a good question.
I think they are a product of whoever makes Vicodin.
I had some truly fucked up ones, only one I remember is going around my house and the walls were falling apart.
I like my cannibalism ones. The flu fucks me over hard.
First thing I remember, I was shooting wads of trash into a basket. For some reason, there were a lot of people watching me. Then the basket turns into a truck and there's some argument over whether everybody will fit. Then I was on a schoolbus. It wasn't my ordinary bus, but it was heading on the same path. I sat up front so I could tell the driver when to stop. Somewhere along the way, the bus turns into a car and I'm driving. I have the feeling I'm being followed. I drive through a narrow tunnel and then I have to stop because there's no space left ahead. I'm facing a cliff, and my car is now a plane. I'm looking for a place to park my plane, but find out I'm in the wrong place. I shouldn't be on the outside of the mountain, but under it. A pretty blonde stewardess comes in to calm the passengers(and me). There is mention of the Ukraine for some reason. Just when I'm ready to fly the plane to the proper spot, I wake up.
I had the nicest dream. I was in place where they giving out free seafood. Lots of free seafood. It was all so tasty and good!
I was supposed to meet friends and coworkers in town (not any town I recognize). On the way I meeting a rich guy in the park. Obviously not being able to handle his dog. Got in a talk about science(?), and he seems to have read a book or two on the topic, so he invites me home and we talk. He's also running the elite school's hockey team, a team that stinks. I volunteer to take a look at the team stats, and suggest he should let a guy called Les play.
His wife is home in America, for genealogy research, I think. They have two sons, one is a goody-tow-shoes rich son, while the other is a rebellious gay guy. When he comes out, the father throws a big fit and nearly beats him to death with a hockey stick.
The rich dad repairs his fancy boat and nearly ruins his garden while reversing the trailer. Also, the boat topples and he needs the neighbors' to put it back up. We go to a fancy restaurant - but all meals are finished, and no table has been cleaned up. I to the toilet which has two bowls overflowing with piss that I can hardly flush, while people repeatedly try to open the door.
The family takes the boat to America. For some reason, it looks like rural Sicily, old farmers with donkeys and all. In an old farm they meet the mother. And then the END CREDITS roll. No kidding.
I wake up for a moment and think, "What a bit of crap!", then fall back asleep, with this epilogue:
The rich father beats the dog up in the park because it won't follow him. He tried to hide that streak from public, but finally he can't do it anymore. He gets arrested on animal cruelty charges, and I adopt the dog. On TV, the families of the kids shot in Newtown are gifted new cars by Oprah, and I think that it's inappropriate that the parents are so happy about it, less than a wee after their kids were shot. Also, members of the school hockey team approach me and I think they want to beat me up for putting Les on the team. However, they cheer me, because Les became their MVP and they won the championship.
Throughout the whole dream friends and coworkers tease me in a friendly way about my new connections to the rich guy, how I'm part of the Upper Crust now etc.
The End.
This sounds like a mash-up of several movies I watched, I think. :lol:
Have you seen "Beginners", by any chance?
Not that I know of. :unsure:
Oh ok. The main plot is a story of an old guy who comes out to his son when he (the guy, not the son) is 73, after his wife dies. When the father eventually dies the son inherits his dog. I thought that's what could have inspired the old guys/gays/dogs part of your dream, as I was talking about watching the movie two days ago in one of the threads, but I guess it's not it. :P
You dream about going to the bathroom, but then don't actually need to go when you wake up? :hmm:
Ok.
Last night I dreamed I had some kind of issue with my dick. So I put some cream on it overnight. When I woke up I had to pee, but the cream had congealed around my pee hole and i couldn't pee.
Gross.
I had a dream that I was in China to see a concert for some reason when I was mugged and knocked out. I was given shelter by some people on some river on their fishing boat, except the river was about as wide as one of the canals here in town. Just seemed to float around with them for days before going back to the US.
Last night I was being chased by these fucked up deformed vampires who yelled at me a lot and liked to burrow below the ground.
I dreamed I saw knights in armor coming, saying something about a queen. There were peasants singing and drummers drumming, and an archer split a tree. There was a fanfare blowing to the sun, that was floating on the breeze.
No raping the queen? Weak. :mad:
Nein. But Mother Nature was on the run, and it was the 1970s.
Getting on the plane this weekend to come home I heard the airport PA paging a girl. Later when I got in my seat on the plane, I glanced over and noticed the name on her boarding pass and it was the same name. I mention it because that's the reason I remembered her name in my dream later.
So I doze off for maybe ten minutes and dream one of those dreams that seems to move smoothly from the real world to the dream and you sometimes can't tell where one ends and the other begins. I dreamed that the flight attendant gave her a drink and then she started having this violent allergic reaction. Like throat swelling shut panicky bad. So I went over there and called her name, asked her if she went by any nicknames, etc. She was surprised I knew it, having never told me but it distracted her from the "omg I'm dying-can't breathe" panic. I had to calm her down enough to ask if she had an epi pen, she said it was in her purse in the overhead. My wife found it and gave it to me. I used the epi pen on the girl. The whole time, I'm talking to her to keep her calm. I finally got her taking slow deep breaths, and I started considering that I shouldn't give her any water because she's probably in shock. Then I woke up and only then realized it didn't happen.
Yes, the girl was extremely hot. Looked a lot like Olivia Wilde. Yes, the part where I had to stab her with a phallic-shaped device is not lost on me. :P
For some reason I always get stuck sitting next to fat old ladies or swarthy young men dressed like wiggers on planes. :(
When I'm on a plane, the seat beside me is always empty.
Empty, that is, until the final moment, just before the door closes, when the fattest, smelliest person in the world gets aboard.
Incorrect. The fattest, smelliest person in the world is somebody who's incapable of getting off the couch.
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on January 02, 2013, 10:08:56 PM
Yes, the girl was extremely hot. Looked a lot like Olivia Wilde. Yes, the part where I had to stab her with a phallic-shaped device is not lost on me. :P
Good man, means you're healthy.
Since I have caught that lung shit that is going around, I had a psychotic dream last night. In a dystopian future, I was in charge of killing all third worlders, as they were a drain on the first world.
My brain: racist.
I had this weird dream that as child a little girl named named "Malice" or possibly "Alice", had a crush on me. She was like a witch or something, and I found her creepy and had completely forgotten about her as an adult but met her her again, (after some redneck ran me off the road and my car crashed into her haunted backyard).
I used to have a recurring dream of being a spy on the run in Havana.
But recently my dreams have gotten really lame. Like last night I dreamed I was putting together a birthday party for my son and all the senior management from my company showed up & bitched at me that I was doing it wrong.
Quote from: derspiess on January 22, 2013, 11:57:47 AM
I used to have a recurring dream of being a spy on the run in Havana.
But recently my dreams have gotten really lame. Like last night I dreamed I was putting together a birthday party for my son and all the senior management from my company showed up & bitched at me that I was doing it wrong.
Most of my dreams seem to be my unconscious telling me that I made poor choices.
So I had a weird dream. Real weird.
In the dream I am driving (seemed like my morning or afternoon commute) and I feel a long nose hair tickling my nose. We older ones know about this. So anyway, I grab the offending hair and give it a good yank, I expect pain but instead find myself pulling on a real long hair. Another pull and I end up with a foot long hair! From my nose! In my dream I am shocked/freaked out so I stop in the emergency lane to do the right thing, take a picture with my phone to post it online LOL. Then I woke up.
:hmm:
Had a dream a couple nights ago that our friends managed to get us to watch their kids while they went away for a couple days. So we decided to take their kids and our kids to an amusement park. To accommodate the 6 of us I borrowed a school bus and somehow my buddy's 5 year old ended up behind the wheel on the way home. He plowed through my neighbor's flower bed before I could take over driving, but I got us home okay. Then I took apart the school bus (parts of it folded up like a tent) and took it back to the school.
Quote from: lustindarkness on February 13, 2013, 10:31:46 AM
so I stop in the emergency lane to do the right thing, take a picture with my phone to post it online
:lol:
Last night I dreamt that Seeds and garbon, among others of you, were players for the Red Sox. I saw him at apress conference and his uniform actually said CountdeMoney. I was hoping that since I knew all of you you'd autograph a ball for me.
Seedy on the RedSox?
HE IS DEAD TO ME.
Nobody ever dreams about me doing cool things. Including myself. qq
My dreams are usually full of hopelessness and futility. In this case it was the vain hope that you people would remember me when they hit it big.
Quote from: Ed Anger on March 14, 2013, 07:38:01 PM
Seedy on the RedSox?
HE IS DEAD TO ME.
I'd be the one infiltrating the team in the fake David Ortiz uniform actually hiding a TNT suicide vest, rushing the mound to take out Jon Lester.
And that's a lot of TNT, man.
Me and HMBOB were hanging out with Clint Eastwood in NYC when an evil Clint replicate/pod person tried to arrest us. The real Clint gunned him down along with his cop minions and a bunch of innocent bystanders. We fled upstate in a black Camaro in the middle of a blizzard.
I dreamed Obama named me Secretary of State instead of John Kerry. :huh:
Thankfully I woke up before committing any diplomatic blunders.
I was Welsh James Bond and trying to save a Breton girl I've had a crush in for years. It was cool.
I was living in a decrepit cluttered house. It seemed to be perpetually pouring out and humid. Cal, Princessca lived next door and were always frantically cleaning their house. Cal wanted 25 bucks to help me clean mine.
Tim seemed to be a permanent fixture at their place, except he looked like a washed out drunk. Cal kept trying to get me to help them move furniture and I suggested Slargos help, since he lived nearby.
I had disturbing dream. I dreamt I was some sort of soldier out fighting a war, killing people etc. When I got back people told me that I wasn't actually fighting a war. I wasn't a soldier and I wasn't under orders. I was just doing all this stuff by myself.
Okay just woke up and I had to get this written down so I don't forget it. I dreamed:
Barrister and Caliga lived in two halves of a semi-detached house. The wall they share is also the border between the US and Canada. The back yard contained fruit trees and oil wells. Princesca and little Tim were marching around the back yard between the trees and rigs while she was teaching him to play Stars and Stripes Forever on a sousaphone. In Cal's driveway was a sweet '67 GTO. Barrister had a Subaru and wore a Mountie hat.
Then I woke up.
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on May 26, 2013, 11:11:51 AM
The wall they share is also the border between the US and Canada.
Cause Cal's a Yankee. :yes:
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on May 26, 2013, 11:11:51 AM
Okay just woke up and I had to get this written down so I don't forget it. I dreamed:
Barrister and Caliga lived in two halves of a semi-detached house. The wall they share is also the border between the US and Canada. The back yard contained fruit trees and oil wells. Princesca and little Tim were marching around the back yard between the trees and rigs while she was teaching him to play Stars and Stripes Forever on a sousaphone. In Cal's driveway was a sweet '67 GTO. Barrister had a Subaru and wore a Mountie hat.
Then I woke up.
:lol:
Little Tim does like to march.
I don't know what the deal is with the cars. Cal has never mentioned having a GTO and I'm pretty sure beeb drives a Tacoma. Also, beeb should have been wearing a sweet powder wig. :(
The whole thing had an Odd Couple vibe. With Barrister as Tony and Cal as Oscar, of course.
I had a long series of dreams the other night, interrupted by frequently waking up. A series of weird post-apocalyptic scenes over millennia, which eventually moved to a partially hollowed out moon as societies rose and fell.
Could they get up?
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on May 26, 2013, 11:11:51 AM
Okay just woke up and I had to get this written down so I don't forget it. I dreamed:
Barrister and Caliga lived in two halves of a semi-detached house. The wall they share is also the border between the US and Canada. The back yard contained fruit trees and oil wells. Princesca and little Tim were marching around the back yard between the trees and rigs while she was teaching him to play Stars and Stripes Forever on a sousaphone. In Cal's driveway was a sweet '67 GTO. Barrister had a Subaru and wore a Mountie hat.
Then I woke up.
Have you met Princesa or seen a picture of her? :hmm:
OMG she's not his boat or something ridiculous like that?
Quote from: Admiral Yi on May 26, 2013, 03:23:56 PM
Have you met Princesa or seen a picture of her? :hmm:
Was she wearing a feather headdress?
Quote from: Admiral Yi on May 26, 2013, 03:23:56 PM
Quote from: MadImmortalMan on May 26, 2013, 11:11:51 AM
Okay just woke up and I had to get this written down so I don't forget it. I dreamed:
Barrister and Caliga lived in two halves of a semi-detached house. The wall they share is also the border between the US and Canada. The back yard contained fruit trees and oil wells. Princesca and little Tim were marching around the back yard between the trees and rigs while she was teaching him to play Stars and Stripes Forever on a sousaphone. In Cal's driveway was a sweet '67 GTO. Barrister had a Subaru and wore a Mountie hat.
Then I woke up.
Have you met Princesa or seen a picture of her? :hmm:
Nope. She was dressed like a drum major and I couldn't see her face anyway in the dream. I know what Cal and Barrister look like, of course.
My dreams always come true.
I don't know if it's Walking Dead withdrawal or the recent WWZ trailers, but I had a zombiepocalypse dream last night; escaping with my cat, I find myself trapped in a restaurant or store of some sort, diving into a large closet, but the door won't close all the way...they're in the hallway and I think they smell us, I'm trying to keep the cat quiet because the little shit doesn't like to be held and I can't reload my revolver (LOLZ sez the board Glockheads). As they get closer to the door, I have no choice but to toss Gangsta out in the hallway as a diversion; hopefully she has the presence of mind to haul ass and take them with her, so I can reload and get out. I break out of the building and see Gangsta running, so I'm chasing the cat, and the zombies are chasing me. I eventually catch up to her and the zombies catch up to us, and I wind up doing us both, and then it's morning.
Last night I went with some friends to a Hyundai dealership because one of them (who is a cheapskate) insisted that if you test drove one of their cars they'd give you a free gourmet dinner. This despite the fact that we seem to have gone there multiple times before and had to avoid salespeople that we got food from on other occasions. The food was kind of disgusting. They were also selling aquarium supplies including what they called root Beer Fish, by Reeses, which was apparently just freshwater trout fry.
Eventually I left the dealership and ran into Lando Calrissian who introduced me to some crazy person who insisted that Hyundai was attacking him with EM waves and needed wooden shielding to stay sane. he had a pizza peal behind his chair and if it moved he started screaming. Lando was filing a class action lawsuit for a few hundred dollars against Hyundai for driving people crazy. He asked me to deliver the notice to them since I was going back from my car anyway.
I found Berkut in the waiting room and told him about what was going on, and he said it was a great idea and wanted to get in on the lawsuit so long as the payout was increased. Then I delivered the notes to a sales woman and we talked about classical music for awhile before I finally got away. There was some other stuff with robots or something, but that is all I remember.
Quote from: CountDeMoney on June 02, 2013, 11:17:21 AM
I don't know if it's Walking Dead withdrawal or the recent WWZ trailers, but I had a zombiepocalypse dream last night; escaping with my cat, I find myself trapped in a restaurant or store of some sort, diving into a large closet, but the door won't close all the way...they're in the hallway and I think they smell us, I'm trying to keep the cat quiet because the little shit doesn't like to be held and I can't reload my revolver (LOLZ sez the board Glockheads). As they get closer to the door, I have no choice but to toss Gangsta out in the hallway as a diversion; hopefully she has the presence of mind to haul ass and take them with her, so I can reload and get out. I break out of the building and see Gangsta running, so I'm chasing the cat, and the zombies are chasing me. I eventually catch up to her and the zombies catch up to us, and I wind up doing us both, and then it's morning.
hiding in a closet huh? what do you think the dream was trying to tell ya? :D
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on June 10, 2013, 07:02:53 AM
Last night I went with some friends to a Hyundai dealership because one of them (who is a cheapskate) insisted that if you test drove one of their cars they'd give you a free gourmet dinner. This despite the fact that we seem to have gone there multiple times before and had to avoid salespeople that we got food from on other occasions. The food was kind of disgusting. They were also selling aquarium supplies including what they called root Beer Fish, by Reeses, which was apparently just freshwater trout fry.
Eventually I left the dealership and ran into Lando Calrissian who introduced me to some crazy person who insisted that Hyundai was attacking him with EM waves and needed wooden shielding to stay sane. he had a pizza peal behind his chair and if it moved he started screaming. Lando was filing a class action lawsuit for a few hundred dollars against Hyundai for driving people crazy. He asked me to deliver the notice to them since I was going back from my car anyway.
I found Berkut in the waiting room and told him about what was going on, and he said it was a great idea and wanted to get in on the lawsuit so long as the payout was increased. Then I delivered the notes to a sales woman and we talked about classical music for awhile before I finally got away. There was some other stuff with robots or something, but that is all I remember.
You really have the greatest dreams ever. :D
I kept thinking (during the dream) that court papers really should be served by someone other than a guy who was just afte rsome free food. And that summons should be a pile of seedy looking receipts and wrinkled papers all stapled together.
I dreamt that the Cylons were invading, and the Brady Bunch was somehow trying to protect the Earth by moving it out of the way with giant rockets. Except for Greg who was collaborating with the Cylons and helping them kill hippies.
I dreamt I was shopping in a Canadian supermarket last night. EH EH EH ABOOT ABOOT ZED ZED
I had a weird one, but I forget most of the details.
Another dream featured our Tabby Cat Gusto as one of the detectives on Law and Order. His meowing broke suspects will to resist questioning. :(
I keep dreaming about work. while not weird, its damn annoying.
I have at least one a night now. I'm on a Gordon Ramsay cooking show and he insults my fried spam sandwiches.Or I'm trapped in a shopping mall of only Anercrombie and Fitch stores.
Kill me.
The mall thing must suck.
Just woke up from a nap where I had a weird dream Mayor Ford (of crackhead fame) was a manager of a supermarket who tried to frame me for stealing fruit. He pulled out a gun on me while calling the cops and had a nervous break down and made me call his mother on his phone. then the cops arrived and tackled him and I woke up. Colds and naps do not mix.
I had a dream it was legal to buy these kits to make the equivalent of a mini-nuke from Fallout. I had some people over and was showing them how it worked-- my finger was nowhere near the trigger but it shot across the street and blew up in my neighbor's backyard. Thankfully the radiation didn't reach my house, but it was a little embarrassing having to explain to my neighbors.
Quote from: HVC on September 15, 2013, 05:10:08 PM
Just woke up from a nap where I had a weird dream Mayor Ford (of crackhead fame) was a manager of a supermarket who tried to frame me for stealing fruit. He pulled out a gun on me while calling the cops and had a nervous break down and made me call his mother on his phone. then the cops arrived and tackled him and I woke up. Colds and naps do not mix.
Frame you? You are an eggplant and therefore guilty.
Quote from: Ed Anger on September 16, 2013, 07:05:44 AM
Quote from: HVC on September 15, 2013, 05:10:08 PM
Just woke up from a nap where I had a weird dream Mayor Ford (of crackhead fame) was a manager of a supermarket who tried to frame me for stealing fruit. He pulled out a gun on me while calling the cops and had a nervous break down and made me call his mother on his phone. then the cops arrived and tackled him and I woke up. Colds and naps do not mix.
Frame you? You are an eggplant and therefore guilty.
:lol: I'm more disturbed that he made me call his mother. That was just really odd.
Quote from: HVC on September 16, 2013, 07:07:19 AM
Quote from: Ed Anger on September 16, 2013, 07:05:44 AM
Quote from: HVC on September 15, 2013, 05:10:08 PM
Just woke up from a nap where I had a weird dream Mayor Ford (of crackhead fame) was a manager of a supermarket who tried to frame me for stealing fruit. He pulled out a gun on me while calling the cops and had a nervous break down and made me call his mother on his phone. then the cops arrived and tackled him and I woke up. Colds and naps do not mix.
Frame you? You are an eggplant and therefore guilty.
:lol: I'm more disturbed that he made me call his mother. That was just really odd.
I'm just disturbed that you dreamed about Rob Ford. :mellow:
Tonight's fun one:
I'm trapped inside an old style toys r us. The game aisle is full of old wargames from the 70's. A leprechaun shows up and tells me I need to use my Geoffrey bucks before they expire. Then the asshole chases me through the store. The dream ends in a toy lightsaber duel and he bashes my brains in.
I wake up.
You must be making that shit up.
I was walking outside and around three dozen light planes come roaring into view flying low, crisscrossing each other and doing all kinds of loops and stunts at close range, it looked really dangerous. I think for some reason that the Red Sox have been kidnapped and are on these planes, but I find out as I swim to my mother's house (turns out I'm on a series of hilly islands) and the planes begin crashing around me into the sea and shore that each drone piloted plane has star players from an NFL team on it. One crashes in front of me turns out that it had Falcco, Ray Rice and Ray Lewis on it. Then I woke up. :huh:
Last night I was talking to some truly fucked up people about the old Star Wars Hoth battle sets with the die cast figurines (http://www.ebay.com/bhp/star-wars-die-cast-hoth) and then it swithed to watching a messed up Empire Strikes Back. The storm troopers, Darth Vader, and Boba Fett were engaged in a wild melee with Han Solo and some other guys outside the rebel base. They were hurling syringes at each other's heads.
Julie Andrews (with her Sound of Music haircut) was making a fruit salad, and she sang a song about each of the fruits as she was chopping them up.
Peach on every felon
Slice each nectarine
Plum every depth
Until you find your dream.
Was in an elevator with a woman and another man. It opened up into interstellar space. The man got sucked out, me and the woman hung on and managed to stay inside, but we started to suffocate/freeze to death. Just as I was losing conciousness I woke up.
Was she hot?
I dreamt I was in a massage parlor. You know, the ones with the happy endings. I sat in the waiting room.
THAT WAS THE DREAM. MINDFUCK!
Let's see if I can remember all this...
So I'm making a TV show about someplace in the midwest, probably rural Ohio--there were broken down barns and cornfields and kids smoking pot in the cornfields everywhere. It was basically the dukes of hazzard, big ten version. I was not starring in the show, but I was responsible for making it. Somehow. Like telling people what to do and how to film things and whatever.
The Dukes' (they were called something else) car was a 1974 AMC Eagle. I know because I was looking at it and thinking wtf is this car? So I looked at the label inside the door where the vin number is and stuff and that's what it said. There is no such thing as a 1974 AMC Eagle, afaik AMC began making cars in 1980. But this car looked exactly like the Eagle would look if it had been made in the peak of muscle car days. It was dirt brown with no adornment whatsoever. Just a brown car. No cool Union battle flag on the roof and it wasn't named the General Sherman or anything, sadly.
It had the sort of slightly lifted suspension with wheels just a little bigger than they ought to be that the Eagles usually had. I was having fun instructing the stunt men to drive it through the corn fields while we filmed them essentially churning up the fields and flinging stalks of corn fifteen feet in the air behind them. I don't know why that was so important. It was a big part of the show's premise though.
Oh and they jumped it over collapsed barns all the time too. The fields always seemed so soft and absorbed all the impacts with flinging dirt and corn. They chased a lot of high school kids in pickup trucks through the fields. Usually the people in the pickup trucks were smoking weed.
Somebody came to me and demanded I put some werewolves and vampires in the show. I refused in order to preserve the show's creative integrity. I did agree to put some pretty girls in though.
The show's soundtrack was mostly Souza marches, but there was a recurring theme song for field chases that I must have made up. Have you ever composed musical scores in your dreams? Sometimes I do that. I wish I had a way to record them.
Anyway, after the producer who wanted the vampires left I got in the car to see what the heck was up with it. It looked like a standard Eagle on the inside except it was a wagon. Bigger on the inside.. I had a friend with a wagon version so I guess that's where that came from. All brown. Brown dash, brown seats, all the same color brown. There was a CB radio under the dash and even that had been spray-painted brown, but it worked. When I turned it on it was some emergency channel and cops and firemen and whoever else were frantically chattering about some terrorist attack in progress. So I turned it off.
I got out of the car and everyone had gone home from the set, which was on one of those country roads that the county paves with a soft asphalt and gravel coating and it's about the width of a normal road in a European city but what most Americans consider only one lane wide. It was a white house with a short driveway on the right (north I think?) side and the brown car was kept parked there. Where the driveway met the one lane road there were two white concrete posts. Bollards. They are actually illegal to put there because the easement requires anything that close to the road must be able to break away if hit by a car. That's true, btw.
So there are two illegal posts and the telephone/power poles run down the road on the opposite side as the house. One of the posts is immediately opposite the driveway, and it has a transformer on it where the post meets the crossbeams at the top. An owl sits on that all the time, even in the daytime. I think it's real and not plastic.
I began doing calculations on how much cornfield we had wrecked and how many more episodes of the show we could film before planting more corn.
Too long; woke up before it ended.
Had a dream I was in a bar somewhere arguing the correct pronunciation of "Rakoczy".
I had a dream that I met Obama. A group of friends and I had drinks with him and then we went to Wendy's to eat. It was like a restaurant like Wendy's that had all these unusual things on the menu. Obama actually turned out to be a non-dickish, down-to-earth person and at one point he gave me his direct number.
:lol:
Guller's gonna be so jelly.
garb's dreams have been co-opted by the MSM.
So I was dreaming that I was curling. Not a full team, just throwing one rock back and forth with some other, nameless, guy. But everything was made of ice (not just the ice itself). The rock, and I think the walls, were ice.
Okay, not so weird.
But for the first time ever, I actually realized 'hey, this is a dream'. And so I thought I should try and make myself dream of something more interesting.
So I had to start and cross the ice, except it melted and now I was in water. I was wearing some kind of old school diver's bell helmet, but it started to feel like I was sinking. This wasn't what I had wanted to dream about!
Then I woke up.
Quote from: derspiess on October 11, 2013, 01:52:42 PM
Had a dream I was in a bar somewhere arguing the correct pronunciation of "Rakoczy".
I had a dream where I was arguing with a client who thought it was legally impossible to get fired from working in the Amazon.com warehouses, no matter what. Then some dipshit only heard part of the conversation and weighed in that you didn't automatically lose your Prime membership if you lost your job, and the whole argument got even more convoluted.
I've dreamed the worst zombie apocalypse TV show ever.
If it was a zombie show - the only deadly creatures showing up were packs of wild dogs. But the cities were deserted, scavengers roaming about etc.
It was weird, because I didn't participate in the dream, I just watched others and in fact it kept switching between characters. Two brothers team up with a girl, they mistrust each other, and scavenge for supplies. They stay at an abandoned apartment (which looked a lot like my last place in Germany). They're made out to look like survivalists and smart guys, but I thought to myself, "If they're so smart, why do they leave the apartment doors wide open when they go scavenging?"
I also thought that it was unrealistic that in this apocalyptic future the electricity was still on. Near the end of the dream dozens of buses with other survivors arrived and I thought, "Well, that's not really much of an apocalypse, is it? What's going on?" I then sat down (I seemed to become part of the fictional environment then) with a couple of black dudes who had just arrived and who wanted to convince me to join their religion. I politely declined, and they were not very happy but accepted it.
Then I woke up.
I was drinking Orval and Playing First Edition D&D in the office during work hours. Fear my Trappist half elvish Fighter-Magic User-Cleric.
Had another violent midget dream last night.
I'm having lunch with Sir Ben Kingsley, prior to a performance in some sort of recorded show. It's a pleasant enough time, then we get up and go to the set. Anthony Hopkins is there and it also goes fine considering I'm sharing the screen with these two. After the scene they go "let's do some more" and suddenly there's this lit Weber grill between me and Hopkins, and Kingsley is standing on one foot on the grill dressed as Gandhi with the Maori face tattoos from Ender's Game. Oh, he's also blue like one of the Avatar natives. Hopkins is Hannibal Lector forcing Kingsley to "explain his madness", despite the fact that Kingsley's foot is starting to sizzle and blacken. I'm getting rather hysterical, and worried that they'll accuse me of overacting.
After far too long Kingsley calmly steps off the grill and embraces me about the neck, giving me bits of advice about life and acting, as well as saying goodbye. I'm too distracted by a big piece of snot that's hanging off the end of his nose.
I had a weird one that I was playing some screwed up version of Civilization, except that the monsters and such were real. Then I was wondering around an island that my scout found, and it was full of alligators and crocadiles and turtles. Whenever one tried to bite me I'd grab its jaws and force them shut. But it was annoying, and I knew it was only a matter of time until one successfully bit me. It turned out it was just a garden in someone's back yard and I had to help figure out why the water was full of chemicals.
Had a dream last night I was on vacation on some south Asian tropical isle.
Of course it couldn't stay nice and relaxing, soon I was running from cannibals and drug/gunrunners. <_<
Seems like whenever I have a stressful day I dream more vividly. Last night I had a dream Anna Kournikova was practicing tennis in a huge room in the upstairs of my buddy's dad's house. I asked if I could join her & she couldn't have been nicer. She had her hair dyed black so people here wouldn't recognize her as easily. She then let me film her walking around town, going shopping & whatnot, which I made into a short film that won a couple awards.
Quote from: derspiess on November 26, 2013, 09:08:38 AM
Seems like whenever I have a stressful day I dream more vividly.
Of course you do. That's your brain not shutting off.
Take 3mg to 6mg of melatonin an hour before bed, helps tell your brain it's time to close shop for the day.
Quote from: CountDeMoney on November 26, 2013, 09:14:18 AM
Quote from: derspiess on November 26, 2013, 09:08:38 AM
Seems like whenever I have a stressful day I dream more vividly.
Of course you do. That's your brain not shutting off.
Take 3mg to 6mg of melatonin an hour before bed, helps tell your brain it's time to close shop for the day.
But then I'd miss Anna Kournikova :(
Last night's Neurontin dream was that I kept getting thrown into snake pits. Over and over.
Then came the scorpion pit. Then I woke up.
Neurontin dream of dreams:
I was fucking Rachel Maddow. That's it.
I dreamt that JR was live-posting on Languish from a North Jersey police station as his friend was processed for drunk driving; they had both had too much at a wine event, but after driving sloppily for a while, JR convinced his friend to do the driving instead.
I had a dream someone gave a really nice set of golf clubs last night.
edit: Also had a dream recently (though it feels more like a legit memory) that I was in a bar trying to explain to several people where Tyrol is.
I got to hang out with James Brown in a dream the other night. It was awesome. We were in France or maybe northern Italy, and we stayed out all night going to cafes and bars shooting the shit and greeting different admirers. He'd given up drinking alcohol recently for some reason, and so was smoking joints periodically, and would exclaim "Ooh, that weed's really hittin' me" in inimitable JB style. :elvis: :smoke:
I dreamed that I was swimming...a lot.
I rarely remember my dreams, and I haven't really gone swimming in probably 8-9 years. But my dream had me swimming about half the length of Lake Washington (from back home, between my hometown of Bellevue and the city of Seattle), and enjoying every minute of it. :hmm:
I had a dream that I was in a rundown fucked up house and ran into a lost Primarch from the Warhammer 40k universe. He had tons of different ant colonies and told me that ants were warriors of order, and could hold back the Ruinous Powers. Also, that I should be careful because a lot of the ants were venomous.
Last night I dreamt that I was travelling around to different planets trying to hide from space zombies. They lept from planet to planet and we had to stay one step ahead of them, and after the plague had burnt itself out we had to start over, kind of like a Civilization type deal.
I just had a strange dream. I dreamt I was back in highschool, but lived under a totalitarian communist dictatorship. I had to join an after-school club and for some reason ended up in the Nazi party club. However, I was the only person there so I just did my homework in there and was happy that everyone was leaving me alone. As I was technically president of the 'Young Nazis" club, I got a letter from the school saying that all clubs had to give up at least three members to the government for treason. Since I was the only member of the club, I had no one to inform on so I was going around the school trying to get people to join my after school club with the express purpose of turning them in as traitors.
The dream was odd in that all the parts of it were logical and that I operated quite well in a totalitarian dictatorship.
I dreamt that I was watching a series - it was ten to fifteen minute episodes, a dozen of them or so. At the same time I was in the series - kind of like being an observer on a holodeck or whatever.
It starred David Duchovny and Samuel L. Jackson and seems to have been inspired by the movie Dark City and the original V series from the 80s.
Anyways, it took place in a fairly non-descript city (actually, I was trying to figure out where it was 'filmed' because it wasn't entirely European or American). Mankind has been taken over by aliens, though they're never really seen. Instead they operate through agents, and most people seem to be unaware that aliens run the show.
Agents are recruited by taking a promising candidate and implanting a chip in his brain. The agents lead normal lives, but they're regularly called away by missions. Duchovny's handler who would assign him tasks and summon him etc. is Samuel L. Jackson.
Anyways, Jackson is part of a resistance movement, and he tries to recruit Duchovny to the cause. There's missions to fulfill (which seem mostly like mundane or nonsensical tasks that have nevertheless far reaching implications). And while trying to undermine the aliens' efforts (it turns out they use humans mostly as cattle, keeping them somewhat sedate and well fed) they mustn't tip their hand.
The season ended on a cliffhanger - there was a shortage of supplies or food or something, and Duchovny is tasked with taking a large swathe of the Earth, or 1 bllion people, "off the grid". Which led to the dilemma of having to choose to kill a billion people now, openly resist (in which case another agent would do it), or sabotage it (and risk killing all of humanity or large parts of it, because the aliens retaliate).
I didn't say that the plot made any sense. :P
Tonight, I had a two. First, I was assaulted by Chinese ninjas. That was what I get for being a security guard at Kohl's. There was an epic battle of katana vs Walkie Talkie. I got run through.
2nd was I was searching for weather girl Erica Collura's lucky blue panties. The location? The Unreal Tournament map with the two castles on a floating asteroid. I fell off and was floating in space.
Then I gave up trying to sleep.
Just woke up from one.
I was feeling hungry, so I turned on reading lamp. It didn't work. Turned on the overhead, it didn't work either. I walked downstairs, none of the lights worked. Then I started floating in the air in the kitchen. At this point I woke up from the dream.
I was a little freaked out so I turned on the reading lamp. It didn't work. I turned on the overhead, and i didn't work. This time I noticed the ceiling fan was working, so it wasn't he power. :ph34r:
I walked downstairs and noticed the front door was wide open. Before I could process this a short white guy in a red tshirt said "knock, knock" and pointed a gun at me.
Then I woke up again. This time the reading lamp turned on. So I came downstairs to smoke a butt and write up my dream.
The end.
Or is it?
I had a dream I broke some dude's jaw in a bar fight. He was a big dude so I had to hit him like 4 or 5 times to do it. Turned out later he was a mental defective of some sort, which I guess I should have gleaned from his nonsensical ramblings. He was like half a foot taller than me and a lot bigger and had me pinned in a corner so I had to fight him to get away. After I broke his jaw, he ran away crying. And for some reason the female bartender (whom he had been sexually harassing) got all mad at me for it.
So anyway since he was crazy or retarded there was a big lawsuit and I had to hire a couple lawyers. It also made the news & stuff. Things started to get boring when I was sitting there with the lawyers preparing for a deposition-- at Chuck E Cheese. I hate Chuck E Cheese, so I decided to wake up.
As annoying as the dream was (I hate the feeling you get when you get in trouble for something), I felt strangely well-rested when I woke up even though it was just 4:00am.
I had a dream tonight that my cat had an accident.
I woke up to see that my cat was doing his usual tour of the bathroom during the night and plunged into the bathtub (where I left water in) so he was all wet and mad.
Am I: prophetic. :ph34r:
Every time I have a dream, something stops me from succeeding. It takes me hours to finally get to sleep and then I get this shit. There is a consistent theme in my dreams. I am powerless. If I dream my house is invaded in the night, my gun will misfire. Last night I dreamed I was part of a British expedition to an island with the intent to terraform it. We were to burn it all and then introduce new plants and stuff. It turns out the island had a colony of spiders who made underground nests and were awakened by the fire. They kept shooting out of the ground and killing everyone. Every time I fall asleep, I fail. And it's my own brain doing it to me. Some of my dreams would make great Michael Chrichton novels, though.
I dreamed I was in the middle of an early Simpsons episode last night. :wacko:
Quote from: Barrister on September 29, 2014, 09:56:17 AM
I dreamed I was in the middle of an early Simpsons episode last night. :wacko:
I miss Lionel Hutz. :(
I have a rather embarrassing one, which I'm not sure I should post.
I had a dream that celedhring posted his dream, and it was about vampire stripper ponies.
Sadly, it's about zombies.
What a loser. Let's beat him up.
Ah what the hell. I'm going to regret this.
So, there's these two girls I'm seeing, and I have been pondering for some time if I should go serious with one of them. I like them both quite a lot, but for reasons I'm not ready to divulge, turning it serious would have some consequences. But well, there's the matter about which one should I try it with.
So I had this dream where we were amidst a Zombie Apocalypse, and me and these two girls were among the survivors. We were crossing some strange industrial/abandoned area, with lots of fences and abandoned buildings. The zombies attacked us several times; one of the girls was quite capable of fending them on her own, while I had to protect the other one a lot, she was paralyzed by fear the whole time. The dream finished before we got to our destination.
Pretty sure this has some deeper meaning besides the fact I'm a mug?
It's the classic anthropological choice between the high estrogen mate that will bring you status in a resource rich world, or the high testosterone mate that will help you survive in a resource scarce one.
Quote from: Admiral Yi on September 29, 2014, 11:16:44 AM
It's the classic anthropological choice between the high estrogen mate that will bring you status in a resource rich world, or the high testosterone mate that will help you survive in a resource scarce one.
Probably, their attitudes in the dream reflect their positions in real life; one has a high-earning job in the financial industry, while the other is an artsy girl without a stable job (but she's way hotter).
I had a dream some friends & I were driving back from dinner and we were split up into three cars. My best friend was driving a couple cars ahead of me and some of our other friends were driving in the car behind me and for some reason my daughter was in the car with them instead of in my car (which was empty except for me).
We stopped at an intersection and a big gunfight erupted between some cops and the guys in the car just in front of me. And it was a bloodbath. More cops appeared and but every time you looked around there were more criminals firing back at them. The criminals' numbers finally won out. I got out of my car but couldn't decide whether to run forward to help my buddy get out of the area or run back to see how my daughter an the others were doing. Finally forced myself to wake up to avoid having to make the decision.
All very vivid & real, except that the gunshots made a softer "pop" rather than the deafening bang that they should have made.
So it seems 90% of nightmares I get for some time now are about home invasion. Any idea what that could mean?
Quote from: Martinus on December 16, 2014, 03:08:57 AM
So it seems 90% of nightmares I get for some time now are about home invasion. Any idea what that could mean?
You're afraid of Russian tanks driving into Poland.
I was gonna make a comment on anal sex, but that would be too lo brow.
Ok, I had a really strange dream this morning - although not in terms of the content/narrative but my thought process.
I was at some sort of a meeting/gala/event - wood panelled walls, people in suits etc. I walked to the nearest guest and noticed he had tentacles in place of his face - and when I approached these tentacles sorta lunged to grab at me. I then started to notice that other guests are also "monstrous" - I felt mildly uncomfortable but not in a really serious way, not panicky etc.
And then I thought "I think I should wake up now. This is clearly a dream and the situation is probably going to deteriorate into nightmare, and I will have a bad time."
But I couldn't.
Then I thought "Hmm, serves me right for kicking my cat out of my bedroom earlier in the night. Now he would have probably jumped on my pillow and woken me up." (He does that occasionally - sometimes when I am having bad dreams :ph34r: )
Then I walked to a window in the room and saw that we are high, some 20 or 30 stories about ground (tall, windowless, concrete building, with concrete far down in the street). So I stepped out and thought.
"Ok, I guess I will jump out. Once I hit the ground I will wake up."
And I jumped.
As I was falling I had a thought. "Hmm, what if this is not a dream and I just jumped out of the window? Then I will die, surely."
And then I hit the ground and woke up.
Ed Anger, school disipline officer. Bad kids go to hell, courtesy of two shots from a silenced 9mm.
BEST DREAM EVER.
One of these days I'm going to try to log in, but won't be able to do so and only get a message "This site is closed pending a federal investigation".
Quote from: Razgovory on May 04, 2015, 08:38:29 AM
One of these days I'm going to try to log in, but won't be able to do so and only get a message "This site is closed pending a federal investigation".
Is there a federal law against silencers?
I believe there is.
Ok, so here is my latest dream experience. Let me preface by saying that I have been running a "dream journal" for the last couple of months, trying to remember and write down my dreams (don't ask :ph34r:).
I have not been very good at it, though, and remembering only snippets and the like.
So last night I have some dream, the details of which are not relevant (it involved some of my coworkers, and the guru guy from the second season of "True Detective" at some picnic, that later turned weird). And then the really weird part happened.
I dreamed that I woke up and remembered my previous dream, so I went to my dream journal to record it (which I managed to do). I also dreamed that the journal contained some numbers and figures and I remember myself thinking quite clearly in my dream that these were messages from my higher consciousness.
I then went back to the "dream in dream" and it continued for quite a while. When I finally woke up I remembered everything, although I could not recall the numbers and figures from my journal.
Or have I really woken up? :hmm: :tinfoil:
Damn Marty you are indulging in lots of woo spiritual things lately. You are crossing over to the Valmy side of the force.
Yes. :sleep:
Quote from: Martinus on July 01, 2015, 10:07:13 AM
Ok, so here is my latest dream experience. Let me preface by saying that I have been running a "dream journal" for the last couple of months, trying to remember and write down my dreams (don't ask :ph34r:).
I have not been very good at it, though, and remembering only snippets and the like.
So last night I have some dream, the details of which are not relevant (it involved some of my coworkers, and the guru guy from the second season of "True Detective" at some picnic, that later turned weird). And then the really weird part happened.
I dreamed that I woke up and remembered my previous dream, so I went to my dream journal to record it (which I managed to do). I also dreamed that the journal contained some numbers and figures and I remember myself thinking quite clearly in my dream that these were messages from my higher consciousness.
I then went back to the "dream in dream" and it continued for quite a while. When I finally woke up I remembered everything, although I could not recall the numbers and figures from my journal.
Or have I really woken up? :hmm: :tinfoil:
Project MARTINUS, Specimen 46, Vat 7
Activity Recorded M.Y. 2015.22467
TERMINATION OF SPECIMEN ADVISED
Quote from: Tonitrus on July 01, 2015, 11:54:40 PM
Quote from: Martinus on July 01, 2015, 10:07:13 AM
Ok, so here is my latest dream experience. Let me preface by saying that I have been running a "dream journal" for the last couple of months, trying to remember and write down my dreams (don't ask :ph34r:).
I have not been very good at it, though, and remembering only snippets and the like.
So last night I have some dream, the details of which are not relevant (it involved some of my coworkers, and the guru guy from the second season of "True Detective" at some picnic, that later turned weird). And then the really weird part happened.
I dreamed that I woke up and remembered my previous dream, so I went to my dream journal to record it (which I managed to do). I also dreamed that the journal contained some numbers and figures and I remember myself thinking quite clearly in my dream that these were messages from my higher consciousness.
I then went back to the "dream in dream" and it continued for quite a while. When I finally woke up I remembered everything, although I could not recall the numbers and figures from my journal.
Or have I really woken up? :hmm: :tinfoil:
Project MARTINUS, Specimen 46, Vat 7
Activity Recorded M.Y. 2015.22467
TERMINATION OF SPECIMEN ADVISED
:lol:
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I dreamnt I need to buy a console to play Fallout 4, but when I went out to buy one it turned out to be a large turtle. It still worked as a console, but it needed to be fed, walked around, stank and tried to bite me. I felt that for the asking price, 1500 dollars, it was not a good deal.
Bioengineering ain't cheap.
So, since I started to write down my dreams they are getting more elaborate. Here's a sample from the last two weeks:
Dream 1: I am cycling through the streets of my home town and take a turn into an unknown place. It is most fantastic- I pass by an Arabic refugee shanty town of tents, minarets and bazaars. There I am accosted by gypsy children who asks whether I have a gift for them and I take off and give them my red and blue head band. Then I find myself cycling through corridors of an old hospital. It is foreboding, with only flicker of green light illuminating drab walls. I come out through the main gate and onto the drive way. The drive way is blocked by a toll gate which keeps going up and down. I yell at a woman operating it from a nearby booth and she goes into hysterics.
Dream 2: I am at a convention aimed at uniting the Polish left (sic!). Everybody is gnashing their teeth and I understand there is apparently a connection between the left's inability to unite and everybody losing their teeth. Finally I lose my tooth as well but when I take it out, it looks very alien, like a complex plastic construct, with only bits of metal and bone sticking through at some places.
Dream 3: I am a young woman running through a sea, towards the shore, chased by three shadowy thugs. Then as I approach the beach, I turn into a bird and fly away, while a tidal wave sweeps them away.
Dream 4: I am a young woman wearing a 30s' style fur coat and participating in a picnic on a Boston river waterfront, with a perfect view of the Boston city sky line. My companion is another, similarly dressed woman. She is holding a mirror. I look into her mirror and realise she is dead. Then I look past her and see a long line of gaunt, emaciated, grey men and women in antique clothes behind her and realise these are her long dead relatives and ancestors.
Dream 5: I am a vampire fighting an older vampire in the streets of some town. Finally he ambushes and kidnaps me. He takes me to his home and introduces me to his wife, a blind woman named Willma Blake (sic!). He tells me he is going to teach me all the vampire tricks.
I really need to get hold of some shrooms. :hmm:
I dreamt I was in Chicago. The incessant toddlin' drove me nuts. :(
I had a sex dream last night with a named but fictional partner. Her name was Gina. I don't think I've ever had one of those before.
Had a pretty vivid dream last night about attending a very drunken wedding in London. No idea where that came from.
I had a dream where I guess I was both the author and the main character. I knew my "friend" was gonna try to kill me, yet I didn't know because he hadn't revealed his hand...
I had an odd dream last night.
I only remember part of it clearly. I was in a parked van. The van's ceiling was made of tent-cloth and painted with a seemingly impressionistic random design. I pulled on some ropes, which raised the ceiling into a tent - and the random designs became a beautiful mosaic rendering of the Passion of Christ. However, I could only see it if I kept pulling on the ropes, and it was really tough - I had to strain every nerve. I went out of the van to get my kid. I wanted to show him the pattern, but when I pulled on the ropes they came loose. Then he pulled on the ropes, and said 'this is really cool' - but this time, the ceiling was a sculpture of dinosaurs.
Quote from: Malthus on November 03, 2015, 04:14:43 PM
I had an odd dream last night.
I only remember part of it clearly. I was in a parked van. The van's ceiling was made of tent-cloth and painted with a seemingly impressionistic random design. I pulled on some ropes, which raised the ceiling into a tent - and the random designs became a beautiful mosaic rendering of the Passion of Christ. However, I could only see it if I kept pulling on the ropes, and it was really tough - I had to strain every nerve. I went out of the van to get my kid. I wanted to show him the pattern, but when I pulled on the ropes they came loose. Then he pulled on the ropes, and said 'this is really cool' - but this time, the ceiling was a sculpture of dinosaurs.
Life is what you make of it
Last week I dreampt that the Muppets were in the Oval Office with the lady president from INdepdence Day and the Muppets were raping people on national television while the president cheered. :(
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on July 08, 2016, 02:38:03 PM
Last week I dreampt that the Muppets were in the Oval Office with the lady president from INdepdence Day and the Muppets were raping people on national television while the president cheered. :(
It's time to stop taking hits of peyote right before bedtime IMO.
I had one that woke me up this morning (like 3 minutes before my alarm went off <_< ) about being in a plane crash. It was weird, we were flying into some dream airport and looking out the window, there was another plane RIGHT next to us with people like...looking out the windows at us/me. Close enough that IRL the planes would be touching in some places. Anyway, so we're landing, but the approach is between buildings (flying like the damn Blue Angels the whole way), then they have to like...jump...to the left right after the last building in order to line up with the runway.
So the plane lurches over to the side, then just drops down onto the runway, then suddenly I'm like, looking straight ahead over a blue/yellow artificial horizon at a bigass wall straight ahead of us (E: it was like the racing video games where you can change the view so there's nothing in front of you, just with that one instrument), with the runway lines passing below me. We can't stop, so we just go into it with everyone acting totally normal, and then I woke up with a serious case of the WTFs and remembering just about all of it.
:unsure: Weird shit man.
Just woke up from a very vivid and long dream.
I'm visiting the Harvard campus, possibly in connection with some kind of job interview. I'm eating lunch with a bunch of people on tables outside. The president, who is a black man, is at my table. Then a big fire breaks out in one of the school buildings, but this turns out to be a red herring.
I and some other Harvard people end up on a boat, like one of those glass topped observation boats you take scenic city tours in. The boat gets hijacked by Cambridge townies, who are angry because Harvard has been dumping some toxin, like dioxin or something, into the water, and all the locals have been getting sick and developing deformities. One guy with stumps for legs gets up in my lap and digs his very pointy stumps into my legs.
They yell at us, and tell me they're going to kill me. I get to make one last phone call. I pull out my little phone number book, show it to a cute little townie girl, and she runs away with it, buying me a temporary reprieve. Then one townie terrorist says "hey, these people are not so bad." Everyone else agrees, so they let us all go.
The end.
You know what kind of dreams can go get fucked? Getting lost. I get these eevry couple of weeks or months or so:
It usually starts in an environment that - in the dream - I should know, or at least feel familiar with. A small town of some sort, mostly, though the context can change (private, work related etc.). In the dream I find that I have a good "mental map" of the place and know it by heart. I go wandering a bit, but when it's time to return (to get on with a journey, to meet an appointment or whatever) I end up not quite finding the way. I feel I get close, but not really, and end up wandering around like a moron.
I don't panic, bust mostly get annoyed with myself. Additionally, I refuse to ask for directions and instead insist on finding he way on my own, "because I know how to get there" and want to figure this out for myself.
I dreamt I was a moth. This particular moth was blind and flying, so it was quite disconcerting. On the other hand there was lots of information coming through my antennae which was hard to interpret, what with me not really being a moth and hence not used to it. I think I was flying along some clifftops with scattered trees, grass and flowers; but I may just have been circling a lightbulb..........it is hard to say :hmm:
Second leg of the Bayern-Real Madrid UCL semifinal. Santiago Bernabéu.
I'm a steward, standing near the Bayern goal in the dying minutes of the second half. Result is 0-0 which gets Real Madrid through. In the distance, I can see Bayern throwing everything at Real Madrid's goal, although I can't really see the action. Suddenly, a commotion in the stadium. Goal! Bayern have scored! I jump in celebration and run to hug Manuel Neuer, who hugs me back. But Real Madrid make a quick kick-off and Cristiano Ronaldo tries his luck from midfield. Neuer - still distracted by me - isn't unable to run back to the goal and Madrid score. They are through, and it's my fault. :(
But the nightmare doesn't end up here. Ronaldo runs to celebrate to the stands near Bayern's goal, taking off his shirt, muscles glistening. Suddenly, he takes notice of me. I congratulate him, with pained voice. He watches me and says "remember you have to name your son after me".
Then I woke up, sweating.
:lmfao:
Quote from: Richard Hakluyt on February 16, 2017, 05:11:48 AM
I dreamt I was a moth. This particular moth was blind and flying, so it was quite disconcerting. On the other hand there was lots of information coming through my antennae which was hard to interpret, what with me not really being a moth and hence not used to it. I think I was flying along some clifftops with scattered trees, grass and flowers; but I may just have been circling a lightbulb..........it is hard to say :hmm:
I don't need to ask, do I?
[spoiler]What have you been smoking? :D[/spoiler]
I had a rather vivid dream last night I was at some sort of outdoor event, and Kurt Cobain was eating a plate of wings at my table. I was trying to get on his good side, so when Courtney Love showed up I started telling him how one day she would be in the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame :huh:
I'm such a kiss-ass sometimes.
I was hanging out with an old college girl friend, when Shaquille O'Neil showed up with a big OJ-style posse. Shaq shook my hand (he knew my name too) and said, "sorry, but we're going to steal your girl friend." I met up with her later and she told me how she had been really into this slimy real estate developer type in the posse. It was very depressing.
Don't mess with the Diesel.
So, I had a dream that I was living in an apartment that was just one very, very large room. I mean, there was a kitchen, and a large living room, and a really big rec room, and several bedrooms, but there were no actual walls or even partitions separating them. There were closets that had regular walls around them and doors to them; I'm not actually sure any bathroom(s). Anyway, I had a wargame (I think it was Fire in the East) set up in the rec room part, but all the light bulbs in the apartment started burning out, and I didn't have any light bulbs on hand to replace them. Fairly quickly I was down to just one tiny lamp with a 40-watt bulb to light this huge living space, but I found a candle to light. Well, one little emergency candle didn't help much, and then just a few moments after I lit it, it turned into a snake. Somehow I knew that it was a very poisonous snake, and I was terrified of it even though it was only about 4 inches long. But I knew I could freeze it and then safely dispose of it if I sprayed it with a fire extinguisher, so I started looking through the closets for fire extinguishers. Why fire extinguishers would be kept in the closets, I don't know. Interestingly, I even questioned that within the dream.
Quote from: Admiral Yi on September 27, 2011, 03:46:50 AM
I had a dream that a Russian girl I dated in DC was now working for the KGB and had been assigned to seduce me. She seduced me by making me feel sorry for how fat she was now. Then her boss Vladimir Putin, who looked just like Rick Perry, asked to borrow some of my neckties.
This is interesting in light of recent events.
Raz, how frequently do you read through 5 year old posts. :huh:
Quote from: Admiral Yi on July 22, 2018, 11:20:17 PM
Raz, how frequently do you read through 5 year old posts. :huh:
He has a database I think
I don't know. A KGB honeypot seducing Yi into a pity-fuck on behalf of Rick Perry is something worthy of being remembered.
Quote from: Admiral Yi on July 22, 2018, 11:20:17 PM
Raz, how frequently do you read through 5 year old posts. :huh:
Damage Per Second bumped the thread. I looked at the beginning of the thread to see if there was any weird dreams I remember.
Quote from: Syt on February 16, 2017, 03:47:05 AM
You know what kind of dreams can go get fucked? Getting lost. I get these eevry couple of weeks or months or so:
It usually starts in an environment that - in the dream - I should know, or at least feel familiar with. A small town of some sort, mostly, though the context can change (private, work related etc.). In the dream I find that I have a good "mental map" of the place and know it by heart. I go wandering a bit, but when it's time to return (to get on with a journey, to meet an appointment or whatever) I end up not quite finding the way. I feel I get close, but not really, and end up wandering around like a moron.
I don't panic, bust mostly get annoyed with myself. Additionally, I refuse to ask for directions and instead insist on finding he way on my own, "because I know how to get there" and want to figure this out for myself.
Last night I actually had a dream where I might have gotten lost, but I used a navigation app and found my way. :)
Quote from: Razgovory on July 23, 2018, 08:43:45 AM
Quote from: Admiral Yi on July 22, 2018, 11:20:17 PM
Raz, how frequently do you read through 5 year old posts. :huh:
Damage Per Second bumped the thread. I looked at the beginning of the thread to see if there was any weird dreams I remember.
Derspiess actually.
Last night I had a dream I was hastily assigned to teach a 100-level college Math class. I was totally unprepared, so on the first day of class I borrowed a syllabus from a buddy of mine who is an English prof. Nobody seemed to notice.
Weird dream woke me up last night.
I dreamt that my body dissolved into thoughts, and each thought was an ant. The ants were building a nest on my pillow out of garbage they found lying around, in the shape of a giant ant head. Meanwhile, my wife was trying to catch the ants in a jar, to force them to combine into me again.
Quote from: Malthus on March 08, 2019, 09:06:16 AM
Weird dream woke me up last night.
I dreamt that my body dissolved into thoughts, and each thought was an ant. The ants were building a nest on my pillow out of garbage they found lying around, in the shape of a giant ant head. Meanwhile, my wife was trying to catch the ants in a jar, to force them to combine into me again.
You fear married life is dissolving your personality?
:P
Quote from: mongers on March 08, 2019, 09:09:46 AM
Quote from: Malthus on March 08, 2019, 09:06:16 AM
Weird dream woke me up last night.
I dreamt that my body dissolved into thoughts, and each thought was an ant. The ants were building a nest on my pillow out of garbage they found lying around, in the shape of a giant ant head. Meanwhile, my wife was trying to catch the ants in a jar, to force them to combine into me again.
You fear married life is dissolving your personality?
:P
Isn't it the opposite, Mr. Freud? :hmm:
Quote from: Malthus on March 08, 2019, 09:06:16 AM
Weird dream woke me up last night.
I dreamt that my body dissolved into thoughts, and each thought was an ant. The ants were building a nest on my pillow out of garbage they found lying around, in the shape of a giant ant head. Meanwhile, my wife was trying to catch the ants in a jar, to force them to combine into me again.
You have been having unpure thoughts about a women not your wife and your subconscious is warning you about what would happen if you no longer had your wife around. The good news is she would still try to save you. So, worth a shot?
I had a dream last night in which I boxed Donald Trump. It took place in a ranch home. Most of the dream was preamble, him gaming me and trying to distract me, but eventually we got laced up and squared off. Then the gloves magically disappeared. In the dream he was cut up, nice sixpack, and was considerably taller than me (though I'm 6'1") and had a reach advantage. Still managed to get some good head shots in and he didn't touch me. He might not have taken a swing. After about six of my punches we both fell on the floor exhausted. Then we shook hands and congratulated each other on a good fight.
I had a dream last night I was in some Palestinian Authority area with my son and we stopped to eat at some halal food truck that served non-alcoholic craft beer (IPA, Amber, and "German lager") and what turned out to be some really tasty paninis. My son's panini had ham in it but neither of us dared say anything. The beer definitely tasted like it had alcohol in it, and the people working there got really nervous when I told them so.
Nightmare last night. I often have involved nightmares with paranoid features.
...
I dreamed that there was a plot hatched by the owner of a fancy restaurant to resurrect the Pharaoh Akhenaten and put him in charge of the world forever.
All the world leaders were to attend a banquet at this restaurant, where they were to be poisoned and their juices extracted by a sort of blender in the kitchen to fuel this resurrection. In a secret room under the dining hall, there was an Egyptian temple with the mummy of the Pharaoh Akhenaten surrounded by gold ritual objects.
I was the only one who knew this secret plot. To foil it, I had to gather a sack full of rats and let them loose in the restaurant. This would attract the attention of the health inspectors, who would investigate and discover the poison, giant blender, and mummy room.
The rest of the dream was about chasing the rats and putting them in a sack - I had to chase them through endlessly branching subway tunnels and sewers-- and they kept escaping and biting my hands. At last, I had a sack with several rats in it - I was really worried if there were enough rats.
Finally, I had a full sack, and was going to the elevator banks to take the elevator to the restaurant. Only, it was during the day, and I kept spotting people who may or may not be Egyptian priests dressed as business people. They had suits on, but some of them had jewelry with Egyptian motifs - an Eye of Horus on a gold watch, or Ankh earrings. Gradually, I noted that the closer I got to the restaurant, the more Egyptian motifs I spotted.
Plus, everyone was looking at me funny.
Then I realized people may be looking at me because I was wearing pyjamas and slippers, filthy from crawling through subway tunnels and sewers, and carrying a squirming sack filled with live rats.
I got on an elevator up to the restaurant. The elevator was full of businessmen. One businessman in particular looked at me with anger. He looked like a mummy--he was bald and ancient, his face a mass of wrinkles. He looked like he'd been dead a few thousand years, but his suit was immaculate. He asked "why are you dressed like that?!"
I said "It's casual Friday".
He said "no, it's Thursday".
I knew he was right, I had screwed up the days and something terrible was going to happen. "You aren't properly dressed for Thursday. Let us help you".
Then everyone on the elevator seized me. My sack of rats was taken away and from somewhere the businessmen produced yards of linen bandages and began to swaddle me in them. I screamed for help but no one was there to hear. The elevator was covered in gold decorations and I realized it was shrinking and becoming the inside of a ceremonial coffin. I was swaddled up so tightly I could not move at all.
Then I heard the Egyptian businessman's voice: "This is your reward: a kingly gift. You will serve the Pharaoh Akhenaten forever.
Now for your punishment, for daring to oppose the god."
A hatch was opened and the sack of rats was emptied onto my face; then the hatch shut again.
You win :mellow:
That was too logical to be a dream.
Okay, so it's Good Friday, a stat holiday. I get up with the boys, get them their breakfast, then lie down on Josh's bed. The boys have playdates, but one of the things I needed to do this morning was get some money from the bank machine for them.
Anyways, I start dreaming I need to get money for the boys. I'm with my wife at the mall. We go to a bank. I try to use an ATM, but the ATM is more like some kind of weird video game. I stand in line, but then they insist I need to open a new account.
Then I realize my wife isn't around. I try to go back through the mall to fine her, but it's turned into some kind of weird American Gladiator-style obstacle course. I think "this is stupid. I must have fallen asleep at the bank and am dreaming. I need to wake up".
And then I did.
Weird - I don't think I ever realized I was dreaming while dreaming, and I definitely never willed myself awake like that before.
I pretty frequently realize I'm dreaming. What I usually do in those cases is try to fly. I used to be a lot better at flying but recently the best I can do is lie on my back and kind of float.
I'm such a light sleeper a lot of the time that I can make myself wake up-- particularly if the dream starts going a way I don't like. Conversely, if I inadvertently wake up from a good dream, I can occasionally go back to sleep and continue the dream.
Quote from: Malthus on April 19, 2019, 11:10:24 AMI dreamed that there was a plot hatched by the owner of a fancy restaurant to resurrect the Pharaoh Akhenaten and put him in charge of the world forever.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056875/?ref_=tt_rec_tti
"An Egyptian caterer kills various women in suburban Miami to use their body parts to bring to life a dormant Egyptian goddess, while an inept police detective tries to track him down."
:hmm:
I had the weirdest nightmare over the weekend.
I was an IT guy and I was called into the white house to help Trump work out an issue on his computer. It was like being in one of those ironic hells that they showed on the Simpson, his very stupidity was maddening. :bleeding:
Dreamt we were under night attack by Soviet paratroopers, most of them arriving in waves of propeller aircraft, many of them biplanes landing to disgorge the soldiers. One of the biplanes crashed between the houses. :hmm:
I dreamed that I was delivering furniture, and I had a whole delivery van full of furniture that was going to Cdm's apartment, which in the dream was a nice duplex. Just as I was pulling into the parking lot there, it started snowing very heavily. Seedy was supposed to be home, but wasn't for some reason, and the other guys working with me wanted to just unload his furniture in the parking lot. I argued that he would be mad if we left it outside in the middle of a snowstorm, and asked his landlord (who was just standing in the parking lot for some reason, and who I just somehow knew, in that strange way you sometimes just know things in a dream, was the landlord even though I'd never seen him before) to unlock the door so we could put the new furniture inside. Interestingly, the landlord also knew him as "Count de Money" which, even within the dream, I found odd. We put his new furniture inside, but pulled all of his old furniture out and just left it in a heap in the parking lot.
Quote from: jimmy olsen on April 22, 2019, 01:46:45 AM
I had the weirdest nightmare over the weekend.
I was an IT guy and I was called into the white house to help Trump work out an issue on his computer. It was like being in one of those ironic hells that they showed on the Simpson, his very stupidity was maddening. :bleeding:
Was he having trouble watching the Gorilla Channel?
Quote from: mongers on April 22, 2019, 07:24:27 AM
Dreamt we were under night attack by Soviet paratroopers, most of them arriving in waves of propeller aircraft, many of them biplanes landing to disgorge the soldiers. One of the biplanes crashed between the houses. :hmm:
Did you watch Red Dawn and some WWI film while asleep? :hmm:
Quote from: Duque de Bragança on April 22, 2019, 10:38:05 AM
Quote from: mongers on April 22, 2019, 07:24:27 AM
Dreamt we were under night attack by Soviet paratroopers, most of them arriving in waves of propeller aircraft, many of them biplanes landing to disgorge the soldiers. One of the biplanes crashed between the houses. :hmm:
Did you watch Red Dawn and some WWI film while asleep? :hmm:
No, nothing at all related to it, which makes it odd. :hmm: :ph34r:
It's just that it reminded me of someone who complained of having bad dreams during a nap, as somebody else was watching a WWII doc in the same room.
Dreamt of someone who hasn't inhabited my sleep in years, got up walked around, went to bed and the dream continued. All very vivid. :hmm:
was it swallow
My first ever Languish themed dream.
I'm talking to mono in his apartment and he says "Yi you need a haircut." So he starts cutting my hair. I complain when he starts cutting off an ear lobe. Then he tells me to pull my pants down, which I do, but when he reaches with his scissors to cut my ass hair, I decide that's too intimate and clench my ass cheeks in defense.
The end
Quote from: Admiral Yi on March 28, 2020, 07:39:26 PM
My first ever Languish themed dream.
I'm talking to mono in his apartment and he says "Yi you need a haircut." So he starts cutting my hair. I complain when he starts cutting off an ear lobe. Then he tells me to pull my pants down, which I do, but when he reaches with his scissors to cut my ass hair, I decide that's too intimate and clench my ass cheeks in defense.
The end
TMI?
Just enough
Quote from: Admiral Yi on March 28, 2020, 08:07:35 PM
Just enough
OK positive spin, there's no homo-eroticism or an actual weird sexual undertone, it just sub-consciously you're desperate for a haircut, but with the corona-virus shut-down you're unlikely to find an open barbers? :unsure:
That's the thing though, I don't need a haircut.
I think it's more a reflection of my opinion of mono. Like he's just the type of guy that likes to give people bad haircuts. Plus the fact he's odd.
You were okay with pulling your pants down but not with the ass hair cut. Therefore you were open to being pegged but not to the male grooming. This can only mean that you're gay, but also super lazy.
It can't be laziness, because he's the one doing the work.
I think the ass thing revolves around three points.
1. I've got a really hairy ass crack. Some clean up would be nice.
2. If a chick does it, she's looking at your nasty ass and thinks you're gross.
3. If a dude does it,, he's spending an awful lot of time right at your butt hole.
The dream is expressing the tension of that dilemma IIMO.
Your dream self is very obliging.
I had a really vivid dream last night (and I can rarely remember my dreams).
I was out to play hockey with my rec league team. Some people came into the dressing room to rob us. I wouldn't give them what they wanted (my wallet), and escaped to call police. When I came back in, the robbers had taken everything - my hockey equipment (that seemed important), my wallet, my keys, my phone, etc. I was left with nothing.
I had to borrow a really shitty car from someone (I think it was a Chevette), to try and get to the bank to try and get new cards, etc. But it was so terrible it would hardly drive.
I think it's a virus metaphor - that it took so much from me. But any amateur psychologists can feel free to have at it also.
I pretty much never seem to dream, or at least don't remember them past a few minutes after waking up, but this one time...
Dreamed I had been relocated to a base in Korea. Not one of the regular US bases there, but a giant arcology (such that it is big enough to have its own airstrip built in) in Seoul. Nothing super high-tech about it...the inside was about about the same crappy tech you might see nowadays. And some flirtatious talk with a local Korean greasemonkey-type girl with silver (dyed) hair.
Probably some latent anime (though I never watch any) trope and Wing Commander influences.
Apparently weird vivid dreams are a thing now. A benefit, perhaps, of corona?
I dreamed I was playing soccer. I played for some mid-level club and we were playing Real Madrid.
At half time we were up 2-0.
But then they brought on Ronaldo (yes, yes, I know). And it started to go downhill from there.
Have youse guys ever had dreams that referred back to old dreams?
Way back I had a dream I owned three cars. The regular car, a clunker, and a sporty rice burner, maybe a Mazda. I remember it was hard to find parking and I sometimes forgot where they were parked.
Last night the Mazda showed up in a new dream, one about traveling in a convoy cross country with my brother and mother.
I just had a variant of the "dream that you're naked in front of everybody" nightmare, but this time it involved not wearing a face mask :hmm:
I woke up screaming and kicking the night before as I was overwhelmed by a pack of flying, demonic monkeys! I shot several of them down, but there were just too many. :o
You just need to have a bucket of water on hand.
So, I had a weird one today.
I dreamt I murdered somebody, together with 2 others - which were all real life friends of mine. I, however, can't recall who the victim was. We disposed of the body by burning him and then dumping the remains on a river. We were also expected to get rid of the clothes, but I liked them too much (the jeans, in particular, I kept), and ultimately this got all of us caught when a police dog picked up the scent.
First time I remember dreaming of myself killing somebody :hmm:
Quote from: celedhring on January 22, 2021, 02:53:27 AM
So, I had a weird one today.
I dreamt I murdered somebody, together with 2 others - which were all real life friends of mine. I, however, can't recall who the victim was. We disposed of the body by burning him and then dumping the remains on a river. We were also expected to get rid of the clothes, but I liked them too much (the jeans, in particular, I kept), and ultimately this got all of us caught when a police dog picked up the scent.
First time I remember dreaming of myself killing somebody :hmm:
I had one like that a few years back. I dreamt I was on my paper route (from when I was like 14 but I was an adult in the dream) and I killed someone on the street, then was terrified of getting caught. I spent the rest of the dream trying to pretend everything was normal and finally woke up because I was so afraid of everything.
I dreamt that there was a historical classification of Union soldiers that went on to become engineers and scientists called "radicants". Even my dreams are boring. I was curious if there was anything actually called a "radicant". There is, it's a botany term. I haven't studied botany since 2002.
Yesterday morning I woke up well before my alarm (5 am or so) then when I couldn't fall back asleep right away went to sleep on the couch. Sometimes a change of "scenery" works for me, and it did this morning.
I fall asleep, but then dream that I wake up at Will Smith's house (?). Starts out okay, Smith's a nice guy, but then I realize I've overslept and am late for work. So I'm scrambling around Smith's house looking for all the stuff I need for work, then I leave his house and get caught in some kind of maze of underground tunnels (more like the corporate tunnels here in Edmonton between office buildings, not like a D&D dungeon). I'm getting later and later all until my alarm goes off.
I'm perfectly on time but it was hard to shake the feeling of being late.
A nightmare that I've had more than once these past months is being at place without a face mask and everybody looking at me accusingly. The "dream you're naked in class" Covid-19 version. :lol: :bleeding:
Quote from: celedhring on January 26, 2021, 11:00:51 AM
A nightmare that I've had more than once these past months is being at place without a face mask and everybody looking at me accusingly. The "dream you're naked in class" Covid-19 version. :lol: :bleeding:
Not nightmares, but three or four times, other people not wearing masks or getting too close has been a feature of my dreams. <_<
No joke I just had a dream I was back in highschool and Boris Johnson was the lunchlady.
I have a lot of dreams about being in college or high school or something, and it is the last week of Finals, and I realize I hadn't been to any classes, done any work, and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go or what to do.
I had one of those recently and my old high school was turning into this massive labyrinth, with sewing classes and stuff. I was trying to navigate through the increasingly weird interior, or going out to one of the other buiildings, and never getting anywhere closer to my exams.
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on January 26, 2021, 12:41:04 PM
I have a lot of dreams about being in college or high school or something, and it is the last week of Finals, and I realize I hadn't been to any classes, done any work, and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go or what to do.
I had one of those recently and my old high school was turning into this massive labyrinth, with sewing classes and stuff. I was trying to navigate through the increasingly weird interior, or going out to one of the other buiildings, and never getting anywhere closer to my exams.
Those dreams are universal for anyone who has been to university.
They didnt stop for me until I was in my 40s and then they were replaced by dreams of showing up to court without knowing what the case was about, in my jeans and T-shirt.
Quote from: crazy canuck on January 26, 2021, 06:56:39 PM
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on January 26, 2021, 12:41:04 PM
I have a lot of dreams about being in college or high school or something, and it is the last week of Finals, and I realize I hadn't been to any classes, done any work, and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go or what to do.
I had one of those recently and my old high school was turning into this massive labyrinth, with sewing classes and stuff. I was trying to navigate through the increasingly weird interior, or going out to one of the other buiildings, and never getting anywhere closer to my exams.
Those dreams are universal for anyone who has been to university.
They didnt stop for me until I was in my 40s and then they were replaced by dreams of showing up to court without knowing what the case was about, in my jeans and T-shirt.
:hug: I've had that same dream many times, except I'm standing OOD on the bridge of the USS
Berkeley and something happens like the captain has just told me to start the exercise, and I have no idea what the exercise is or what I'm supposed to do in it. I'm in uniform, at least.
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on January 26, 2021, 12:41:04 PM
I have a lot of dreams about being in college or high school or something, and it is the last week of Finals, and I realize I hadn't been to any classes, done any work, and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go or what to do.
I have those memories too. :sleep:
Quote from: crazy canuck on January 26, 2021, 06:56:39 PM
They didnt stop for me until I was in my 40s and then they were replaced by dreams of showing up to court without knowing what the case was about, in my jeans and T-shirt.
So you have dreams of being a poorly dressed public defender?
Quote from: grumbler on January 26, 2021, 09:39:27 PM
Quote from: crazy canuck on January 26, 2021, 06:56:39 PM
Quote from: Darth Wagtaros on January 26, 2021, 12:41:04 PM
I have a lot of dreams about being in college or high school or something, and it is the last week of Finals, and I realize I hadn't been to any classes, done any work, and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go or what to do.
I had one of those recently and my old high school was turning into this massive labyrinth, with sewing classes and stuff. I was trying to navigate through the increasingly weird interior, or going out to one of the other buiildings, and never getting anywhere closer to my exams.
Those dreams are universal for anyone who has been to university.
They didnt stop for me until I was in my 40s and then they were replaced by dreams of showing up to court without knowing what the case was about, in my jeans and T-shirt.
:hug: I've had that same dream many times, except I'm standing OOD on the bridge of the USS Berkeley and something happens like the captain has just told me to start the exercise, and I have no idea what the exercise is or what I'm supposed to do in it. I'm in uniform, at least.
Hopefully the right one.
So today's weird dream featured a couple languishites, so thought I had to share.
Sheilbh had invited me to some kind of winter holiday festival at some big British law school. It was held in an old, Howartsy stone hall. Minsky was also there. Actually, for some reason a lot of attendees were Jewish lawyers.
I was kinda afraid of being found out, since I didn't belong. But the people - in spite of being lawyers - were all quite nice. The catering was delicious.
The event began with a game where one of the students at the school dressed up as the Sars-CoV-2 virus and the others had to chase him around with brooms. I was a bit shocked at the viciousness of it, but Sheilbh told me this was a storied local tradition.
Then it was time for the Queen and Prince William to give a speech. However, William asked permission from the Queen to go fetch his hat, since his bald head was really cold. The Queen scolded him with the mike open, saying he should have thought of that before and now he had to go and give the bloody speech. Everybody laughed. William was embarrassed. Sheilbh wasn't around to hear that though, and I felt I had to tell him but I couldn't find him in the crowd. And then I thought "well, I'll just post it on the forum". And I woke up.
Malthus and Lemonjello: SNUBBED
Quote from: Eddie Teach on April 08, 2021, 09:52:30 AM
Malthus and Lemonjello: SNUBBED
Incidentally in the dream both Sheilbh looked like David Bowie and Minsky like Charles Ponzi, one of the reasons for Malthus' snub might be that his avatar doesn't really translate to a face :lol:
I had another weird one today. I'm quite stressed these past days and when that happens I usually have lots of strange dreams.
Not sure quite was happening in my dream, but I think we were playing a baseball-ish game or something (not even sure who "we" was).
But I had to interrupt the game to say "where is that bird making all that noise"? So "we" looked around, found a bird nest on the roof of a nearby building.
Then sure enough my alarm goes off.
First thing I hear is the birds outside singing the same tune that I heard in my dream.
Strippers, walking in the rain, the Burneys, and a gigantic Asian family.
I think most people who have recounted their dreams understand that they are boring and pointless to other people. I'm not trying to entertain. It's just that this dream was so intense I need to get it off my chest to decompress and process.
I've spent a lot of time in strip clubs. One of my live in girl friends was a stripper, and I've hung out socially with a couple more. That's context.
So I'm walking down the street and I meet up with two ladies that I somehow know are connected to the world of stripping. They could be waitresses. We start walking together, possibly to their place of work? It starts to pour rain, and it's dark, and we are not sure of the way so we have to keep asking directions. This goes on for a long time. At one point I carry the cuter of the two on my back. She's wearing a short skirt and my hand holding her thighs is distinctly erotic.
More context. Growing up in Korea I was friends with the two oldest Burney brothers. Their dad was the Canadian ambassador to Korea. I remember me and some other guys would go to their house, spend the night, and drink up dad's official diplomatic booze supply. We always drank Mateus rose wine for some reason. Burney senior later became foreign minister and was instrumental in the negotiation of NAFTA. My brush with history.
Back to the dream, at some point we get to a house and I think it's mine and I say let's go inside and get dried off. The ladies turn on the TV, and I start making some toast. Then I hear a voice on some kind of house intercom saying to please turn down the volume. That freaks me out, because why is someone telling me to be quiet in my own place? Then in a tumble of realization it comes to me that this is the Burney house (though it's different than their house in Korea), that at some point me (and maybe my family?) had been allowed to house sit, and that I've blundered into it when I shouldn't have.
Then things get really weird.
For a flitting second one of the younger Burney kids (not one of the two I hung out with) shows up. But he dissolves pretty quickly and is replaced by a bunch of Asians. I understand in the dream they are a family. One starts yelling at me for using his bread to make my toast. This family keeps multiplying. I walk to a new room and there are like four more family members there, all angry at me for unspecified wrongdoings. The two ladies I came in with are hustled off into the pouring rain. At that point I am so overwhelmed with guilt, shame, and feeling ridiculous that I start sobbing uncontrollably, holding the oldest member of the Asian family, who might be the mom or might be the oldest sister. She takes pity on me and walks me out, and says to me don't worry, we'll smoke a joint on the way out. Then someone inside calls me back inside and shows me some articles of clothing that one of the stripper ladies (I think the less cute one) left their by accident. A vinyl skirt, a big belt, and some lace gloves. I can tell they are judging me for associating with strippers. Then I wake up, take a deep breath, and say out loud, "WHOA, THAT WAS INTENSE."
I think that was the most intense emotional reaction I've ever had in a dream.
I just dreamt that a friend of mine won the gold medal in the Olympics for technical drawing.
Spain could use a few more medals, even if oneiric. :hmm:
I woke up being genuinely unsure if a tram had been built nearby.
Though I can't remember any original dream last night with anything to do with this.
I think I've had an alternate timeline slip
Quote from: Tyr on August 11, 2021, 09:08:03 AM
I woke up being genuinely unsure if a tram had been built nearby.
Though I can't remember any original dream last night with anything to do with this.
I think I've had an alternate timeline slip
Agents on are on there way to fix this little episode. Soon you will not remember a thing. Everyone seeing this will have to be purged. But, meh, Languish is dying anyway.
So, another stressful time, more strange dreams :lol:
I was interviewing with a showrunner to join the writing team of her show - a big budget puppet lawyer show (yes). The woman was a redhead, although I wasn't attracted to her in the dream, it was purely a professional setting.
Anyway, the interview seems to go well, she's looking at my resume and sees that I've worked both in a lawyer and a puppet show, so I fit the profile. Anyway, she says she needs to ask me a very important question: "When you take notes in meetings, do you use a pen or a pencil?"
I feel like this is a trick question, and for some weird reason, even though in real life I use pen, in the dream I say "pencil".
The woman then stands up from the chair, angry. She says she can't work with somebody that takes notes with a pencil. I apologize, even though I can't understand what's so bad about it, but she doesn't budge, she asks me to leave the room. Then I woke up.
This one is PG :D
Again, lots of stress lately, which in me translates to lots of strange dreams.
This time, I was selected to be the goalie for the Spanish Olympic team. However, for some reason, the final was played in a narrow back alley. Apparently the rivals - England - were the hosts and this venue favored their preferred direct physical style.
I told the coach that I haven't played in over a decade, and that I have a bobbly knee, but he told me to go out there and honor my country. However, once out there, I did quite well. I was focused. Lots of big saves. The English squad was quite old-school, I had a pretty nasty run-in with Vinnie Jones, whom I kicked in the shin when he was through on goal (the referee refused the penalty appeals). We won 1-0, although I woke up before the medal ceremony :(
Great dream, I had a blast in it. It's made me want to play some football again.
Just noticed this thread again.
Had a dream back in February where I was young again. Teens or twenties. Running from the cops at first. Helicopters in the air. Then zombie apocalypse. Only saved by my power to turn dogs into living stone statues and to enlarge them to make them big enough for me to ride on.
My wife and I are traveling through Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We stop in Munising at a bed and breakfast which is run by... :unsure: James Joyce :unsure:.
(He ran a very nice inn; in case you were curious. It was neat and very tastefully decorated.)
Quote from: celedhring on February 01, 2023, 04:40:13 AMSo, another stressful time, more strange dreams :lol:
I was interviewing with a showrunner to join the writing team of her show - a big budget puppet lawyer show (yes). The woman was a redhead, although I wasn't attracted to her in the dream, it was purely a professional setting.
Anyway, the interview seems to go well, she's looking at my resume and sees that I've worked both in a lawyer and a puppet show, so I fit the profile. Anyway, she says she needs to ask me a very important question: "When you take notes in meetings, do you use a pen or a pencil?"
I feel like this is a trick question, and for some weird reason, even though in real life I use pen, in the dream I say "pencil".
The woman then stands up from the chair, angry. She says she can't work with somebody that takes notes with a pencil. I apologize, even though I can't understand what's so bad about it, but she doesn't budge, she asks me to leave the room. Then I woke up.
Your subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Quote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 01:49:14 PMYour subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Yeah, telling us that you weren't attracted to a redhead is an obvious lie.
Quote from: grumbler on March 16, 2023, 01:51:04 PMQuote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 01:49:14 PMYour subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Yeah, telling us that you weren't attracted to a redhead is an obvious lie.
:lol:
Quote from: grumbler on March 16, 2023, 01:51:04 PMQuote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 01:49:14 PMYour subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Yeah, telling us that you weren't attracted to a redhead is an obvious lie.
The redhead in the dream is somebody I worked with in a puppet show like 20 years ago (which makes sense in the context of the dream) - very nice woman, but she wasn't too easy on the eyes. :P
Quote from: celedhring on March 16, 2023, 02:21:52 PMQuote from: grumbler on March 16, 2023, 01:51:04 PMQuote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 01:49:14 PMYour subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Yeah, telling us that you weren't attracted to a redhead is an obvious lie.
The redhead in the dream is somebody I worked with in a puppet show like 20 years ago (which makes sense in the context of the dream) - very nice woman, but she wasn't too easy on the eyes. :P
I think we are getting closer to the true reason she was upset with you.
Quote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 03:35:22 PMQuote from: celedhring on March 16, 2023, 02:21:52 PMQuote from: grumbler on March 16, 2023, 01:51:04 PMQuote from: crazy canuck on March 16, 2023, 01:49:14 PMYour subconscious is telling you that you should stop telling little lies. :D
Yeah, telling us that you weren't attracted to a redhead is an obvious lie.
The redhead in the dream is somebody I worked with in a puppet show like 20 years ago (which makes sense in the context of the dream) - very nice woman, but she wasn't too easy on the eyes. :P
I think we are getting closer to the true reason she was upset with you.
Hell hath no fury like a (dream) woman scorned :P
So, this is a very short one that normally I wouldn't post. But I thought Languish would appreciate the theme.
I was flying over Ukraine on an F-35. After a run on Russian occupied Kherson I was meant to return to Khiv Rij (or whatever it's spelled). However, I couldn't find a strip to land, and ended up force-landing the plane on a field. Then I returned to base on foot - although I had miscalculated (the plane was so damn fast) and it would take me several hours. I was worried about the plane being safe, and that led me to wake up.
Wish I remembered details about the mission.
I will have what he is having.
I had a dream that I was in some family drama situation (like half involved iwth and half observing) and then had been lured into an underground bunker system. Then the world burned due to nukuler war or something and I came out to find a new civilization. Somehow thousands of years had gone by.
Quote from: Savonarola on March 16, 2023, 10:13:42 AMMy wife and I are traveling through Michigan's Upper Peninsula. We stop in Munising at a bed and breakfast which is run by... :unsure: James Joyce :unsure:.
(He ran a very nice inn; in case you were curious. It was neat and very tastefully decorated.)
Then I had a dream that my wife and I were at a bar to meet Molly Bloom. Mrs. Bloom has put on some weight since June 16, 1904, but, considering she must be almost 160, she was looking good. :)
I'm currently feeling a sense of loss because, in a dream, my motorcycle was stolen (never had one). :hmm:
Quote from: Eddie Teach on August 09, 2023, 01:53:44 AMI'm currently feeling a sense of loss because, in a dream, my motorcycle was stolen (never had one). :hmm:
hmmm......very odd.
No shit, I dreamt I was riding a skateboard to school (I haven't been to school in years) and my skateboard was stolen that day. (I never owned a skateboard).
Hmmm... I remember a recent dream where I stole a motorcycle and a skateboard. The skateboard was crap but the motorcycle was quite nice.
Damn you grumbler! :mad: :lol:
I was at a wedding or something in a big bland hall. Sat right at the back on my own chair seperate to the throngs of people.
Right in front of me was Biden, Obama, Bill Clinton, and some other guy I recognised as a US president but not who. I don't think it was Bush and definitely wasn't trump.
Biden was giant. Like 2.5 metres tall.
Obama and Clinton stuck closely together.
I wanted a photo of them all with my phone but just couldn't get the right moment.
At one point later there was a table where you could get a plate of roast beef. Biden was well into that and was scoffing it down with a friend of mine.
I was really rich but my friend was richer. Somehow. Though I'd probably done evil.
Nothing of significance happened.
I go to a place doing karaoke. It's not one of my usual hangouts. I want to order a drink but the bartenders are snubbing me viciously even though it's not very busy. I leave and decide to hit another bar. Next thing I know I'm walking down the street with three ladies and a Japanese dude. He reminds me of the exchange student in Superbad. They're talking to me as though we're best buds. I'm thinking to myself who the hell are these people?
We walk through a neighborhood I later recognize from another dream and I'm trying to get to a bar i invented for a different dream. the drink i order comes in this tall, narrow copper thing that looks sort of like a Moscow Mule cup, but narrower and taller, like a popsicle. i reach in my pocket to pay and among all the loose bills are a ticket to Live Aid and an instant photo of two of the ladies done up in blue body paint with something provocative painted on their chests, like "wanna fuck?"
I realize we've all been hanging out at Live Aid and I totally blacked out. But I'm not drunk.
I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something but I cant' begin to guess what it is.
Last night I dreamt I was watching a Warhammer 40k TV series. It started out amazing but production values got worse and worse until the Ultramarines were just normal scruffy guys in blue shirts and The Khan was this biker dude with a beard.
I often have dreams of looking for something that just seems to go on forwever. Like trying to find someone in a Mall that just gets bigger and bigger. Two nights ago I was trying to go home and was carpooling but the drivers would always fall asleep and we'd get lost in a parking lot.
I just remembered I had a weird dream.
I was sharing a hotel room -- and a king size bed-- with Donald Trump.
Not sure how or why that came to be. I do know Donny wasn't too happy about it, and was ignoring me all the time. At one time he was on the phone talking about Defcon 4, and I was like, "What's going on? Defcon 4? That's bad." And he basically told me to mind my own business.
:lol:
Quote from: Josephus on November 20, 2023, 09:22:31 AMI just remembered I had a weird dream.
I was sharing a hotel room -- and a king size bed-- with Donald Trump.
Not sure how or why that came to be. I do know Donny wasn't too happy about it, and was ignoring me all the time. At one time he was on the phone talking about Defcon 4, and I was like, "What's going on? Defcon 4? That's bad." And he basically told me to mind my own business.
Are you sure that was a dream? Sounds like a typical Tuesday for Trump.
I don't think Def Con 4 is too bad.