[Contentful] ITT we write down our dreams. [Serialization] [Thoughts] (395)

1 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 20:39

In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.

2 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 21:11

UH

3 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6700 22:44

>>2
grabs dick

4 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 03:54

Now where have I seen this thread before.

>>3
Suck my cock, dude.

5 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 05:48

That dream sucks, OP

>>3-4
FAGGOTS

6 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 07:22

>>3-4
Back to /jp/.

7 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 17:43

I had a dream where an alligator snapping turtle climbed down a tree and bit something, causing it to split in two.

Then, I had this dream where some guy with a 1980s Chevy Class C RV was trailing my car by 3 feet. We both stopped in the same parking lot and I confronted him. He gave me some bullshit story, and I raged when I saw that he also had a Chevy Cruze. I told him how much corporate welfare pisses me off, and he got someone to tow my car away, because I don't have an American car. I discovered that the tow company didn't tow my car properly, so I got ready to sue them. Then I woke up.

8 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 19:09

Okay.

I'm in this old, stately house with lots of ornate filigrees and complex moldings. It's well-lit and pretty.

Someone is warning me not to snoop around in here but I keep having to go deeper for one reason or another.

I meet a girl on the second floor. I talk to her for a while about what it's like outside and promise to come see her again.

Later, I notice that I can't touch things. It's like everything I'm seeing is just being projected in front of me.

At that point, someone starts getting upset with me and I know what's happening.

She isn't a person, and never was. She is some kind of monster that usurps reality by substituting its own identical copy. I start being able to grab things again.

I messed up by telling it about the outside world, so now it knows about it. It somehow got stuck in that house and I set it free.

I run back upstairs to try and beg it to stop until I realize that it can't stop, and that I no longer exist. I'm the monster, I've over-written the guy who set me free.

9 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 19:36

I can't remember specific dreams, but I do have a whole generic fantasy/harem setting in which I battle goblins and dragons and all that jazz. It's pretty lame, but the dreams are semi-lucid and very consistent. I could probably write ten novels' worth of the stories and settings I've encountered.
I only wish my imagination was this active while I was awake...

10 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-6701 22:14

I don't dream.

Unless I take melatonin and diphenhydramide after a period of sleep deprivation.

11 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-7042 13:14

Last night, I had a dream which took place on some grassy dunes near the sea. I was aware that, somehow, everybody could now wish for whatever they like, but the wishes couldn't contradict one another or be reversed. So, obviously, I wished to be a little girl. And I was.

I wandered down the hill/dune and found a girl sitting on one of those swing bench things. She was a little tomboyish, and, after talking to her a little, I said that she should totally try wishing to be a man, or at least to have the appropriate genitalia. She said she's consider it.

12 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-7103 13:54

I had a dream where talking bears lived in a condo complex and kept deer as pets. At times the deer would not behave properly. I gave them advice and it worked. The next time the deer misbehaved, I told them what to do but I was ignored. What the talking bears did was not effective. Each time I told the talking bears what to do, the bears would just say "We are superior to humans."

That sounds too much like the stupidity that happens in my life.

13 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-7105 11:26

I dreamed that my chemistry teacher from secondary school gave me a vial of some kind of cyanide complex, like this sort of thing. I kept the vial on a chain around my neck. Later on, I climbed a mountain and I kept seeing a man in a suit, just standing there staring at me, but nobody else could see him. Then there was something to do with aborted foetuses. Then somebody gave me lots of postcards with pictures of butterflies on them, which made me happy.

14 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-7110 12:27

I had a dream in which I posted something on DQN. I don't remember what I was posting, but my captcha was inositol.

15 Name: ( ˃ ヮ˂) : 1993-09-7279 17:44

I was working in an office. No idea what it was we did, but it was some kind of creative endeavor. Helen Mirrin worked upstairs, and I heard her say "What is this tripe? This is ridiculous." A moment later she starts belting out some 60's rock song about Thundercats in a perfect Grace Slick impersonation.

My immediate thought was "Damn, I've GOT to get her on my project somehow." I woke up just as I got to my corner office. Never did find out what my job was.

16 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7757 14:00

So I was in this restaurant in Beijing and sat down to eat a salad. The Chinese dude next to me watched me eat, then after I'd finished told me that it was someone else's meal, and I was in big trouble. I dismissed his worry, and asked him to fix my phone's Kindle app, which had decided to download Korean versions of all my ebooks over the English ones. I woke up just as the Chinese Food Cops were wall-jumping up the street in my direction and yelling at me to stay where I was.

17 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7757 19:43

A guy who didn't like me at school pissed in my orange juice so I stabbed him all over but no blood came out.

18 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7757 20:36

A guy fucked me in the ass and I woke up with a shame boner.

19 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7757 23:01

>>18
That wasn't a dream.

20 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7758 12:51

I met a guy I went to school with and said hello, but he completely ignored me. It turned out it was actually a robot version of him, created in order to act in a historically hyper-accurate play written and directed by one of my flatmates.

21 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7758 20:15

I just remember Volts = Watts * Seconds which isn't true since it's Volts = Watts * Amps

22 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7758 20:27

>>21
That wasn't a dream, you just existed in 2 time dimension X 2 space dimension space for a short time.

23 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7760 09:45

I had a really vivid dream last night, I was playing a GTA game, and I was in the top corner of the map where it was mostly water, I was on a dirtbike, and most of the land was broken boardwalks and walkways, and a big half-sunken ship. I was trying to get back to the land but I kept fucking up and drowning, and it kept respawning me on these boardwalks in the middle of nowhere, until one time where I managed to land on the ship. Pedestrians were spawning on the ship, and I had fun for a while walking into them so they fell through the gaps and off the side of the spiral staircases that went down into the bottom of the ship.

But then the next part of the dream was real life rather than in-game, and it was a mass funeral for all these people I'd killed pushing off the ship and down stairs and stuff. One of the people I pushed was a girl who survived, she somehow lost an eye. She was wearing a figureskating outfit. She was speaking in front of all mourners about how I'd killed her sister, and she was still going to take part in this big figureskating championship, for her sister. Everyone applauded her bravery but the other figureskating girls were also there, and they were mad because they knew that they didn't have a chance because this girl was going to get all the sympathy votes from the judges.

It was so vivid and so odd.

24 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7760 15:07

Dreamed I was in some weird X-Files episode where Mulder had gone into hiding and even Scully didn't know where he was, but I was being questioned like I would know something.

25 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7761 12:18

I was trying to explain Grignard reagents to my mother and sister, but I kept getting interrupted.

26 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7761 14:46

Dreamed my mom found my Fleshlight and had quietly put it with the dishes to be washed. Then later the dog crawled up in the chimney knocking down all sorts of dirt and soot, and I had to pull him out. Then there was more scrabbling in the chimney and I pulled out another puppy that wasn't ours.

27 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7761 17:08

I had a dream about making a steampunk fleshlight.

28 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7762 16:21

I had a dream where a microwave oven melted away into infinitely deep white space leaving me with a timer knob in my fingers. I guess I shouldn't have turned it.

29 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7762 22:11

One minute out of twenty.

30 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7762 23:23

I had a long and elaborate dream, but the only thing I really remember was the fact that I tried a face mask thing -- you know, the gel(?) stuff you put on your face, and then it hardens and you pull it off and your face is cleaner afterwards.
I thought it would remove the blackheads on my nose, but to my dismay, it actually left me with big warts, zits, and scars.
When I woke up, I immediately went to the bathroom and checked my face. It was fine. I then washed my face very thoroughly.

31 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7762 23:42

Many rooms, large cooridoor
giagantic double doors
small monorails dumping clothes

32 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7763 02:10

>>31
was that a haiku

33 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7764 00:08

I dreamt that I was a student at a special-ed school. Our teacher was cute and I was slightly infatuated with her. Everybody else was warm and welcoming and I felt a really strong sensation of belonging.
I don't know how to feel about this dream at all. Realizing that I dreamt I was literally retarded doesn't leave a nice after-taste, but the dream itself was so pleasant.
Maybe I should've been born retarded, then I'd be able to justify my mediocrity, sloth and general pusillanimity.

34 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7769 11:26

I dreamed that I was browsing the internet - I think it might even have been DQN I was browsing at the time - and noticed an annoying piece of adware I had a while back had shown up again. "Oh no," I thought to myself, "I thought I'd gotten rid of that!" Then I remembered I had gotten rid of that, and successfully deduced that I was dreaming. Instead of proceeding to have a fun lucid dream, living out fantasies I could never achieve in real life, I unfortunately found that I was simply stuck in one position in front of my laptop, chin on hand, unable to move at all. Then I woke up.

35 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7769 14:13

It had something to do with a hamster I used to have. I was holding the hamster and it was squirming around like hamsters do, and I was a bit worried it would bite me, but it didn't. Someone was complimenting how soft the hamster's fur was.

(In before Legend of Raggot references)

36 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7771 14:45

There were vampires. The cops were questioning a guy who'd recently turned, he was trying to tell them this isn't what it looks like, then he pulled a shotgun on them.

37 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7772 16:53

I had this dream where Freddy Kruger and Pedobear were fighting each other. The winner of the fight was to be declared the worst nightmare a child could ever face.

38 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7772 17:43

>>37
So who won?

39 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7773 01:58

>>38 I woke up before the fight actually started.

40 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7781 14:39

I dreamed last night that the fabled moderators returned to these boards and along with making some site renovations, banned me.

41 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7797 23:42

I had this dream where I was playing something that looked like a first person shooter. Unfortunately, no matter what button I pushed on the controller, I could only shoot arrows or throw tomahawks.

42 Name: DoaE : 1993-09-7801 10:45

Today I have dreamt that I'd stroll through a huge shopping mall.

When suddenly a businessman, obviously in a hurry but so determined and steeled by many years of doing business appeared professional, if not even slightly unfriendly. He said he's in dire need of an USB stick and if I had one to give to him.

I said i ahve one, but it's 32GB and filled with data, save 1 GB. I appealed to him not to go through my data, although I know, I said, that he could still do it. I wrote my email address on a piece of paper while saying: I am not from here, so you'll have to mail it to me. Doing you a favour I hope for a kind return. incidentally I am a student and looking for part-time work in entry-level engineering or business, if he could offer him something?

I gave him the stick and my email-paper. He complained that the "i" dot was too far to the right to be readable and quickly walked to some stairs upward, presumably where he'd do business of some kind.

Then I dreamed that I'd accompany a friend to an interview. I'd wait in a room with other people, reading a magazine. I wore a marriage ring, but even though it was a dream I knew that I only wore it to project some maturity, success in life and to shield myself from being chatted up by young people. My friend than entered the waiting room and told me he wants to show me something: it was a new poster with his face on the side and a silly quote he made during the interview. Above it "We congratualte our newest colleague for joining our team!". I found it to be a funny gesture. Then a medical doctor approached us, saying he'd like to discuss the results with my friend. I said I'd wait for him downstairs.

I woke.

43 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7802 00:16

I was part of some project to colonize the sea floor and everything looked kind of like that underwater level on Manaan in Knights of the Old Republic, and then something about Koreans and some kind of alarm was going off. I dunno, I woke up halfway through it.

44 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7802 09:28

>>43
I think by definition you woke up at the end.

45 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7802 18:26

>>44
What if his dream continued without him? All the Koreans standing around in expensive costumes looking nervously for a prompter. "He woke up, what do we do now?" "Can we just reuse the backdrop for the next one?" "Maybe he'll come back, just wait a few more minutes." "Somebody, turn off that alarm!"

46 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7802 20:40

I dreamed that a female friend of mine was tickling me. She was wearing a skirt and after she successfully tickled/wrestled me to the floor, I noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear (or very skimpy one, maybe a micro-string) and I think I began to press my face into her vagoo.
I woke up before it escalated.

47 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7811 21:35

An attractive blond young woman cuddled with me. I held on her waist, which felt wonderful through the soft and fluffy plastic sweater she was wearing.

48 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7822 05:29

I was driving down a four-lane street. Suddenly I found I had to make a left down a side street, but I was in the right lane of my side of the road. Instead of waiting to pass or proceeding down the street and making a u-turn, I cut straight across the left lane and ran into the fronts of two other cars. I ripped the hood off of one somehow.

After considering whether I should just drive off, I stopped and got out, thinking things would go badly for me if I just left. The confrontation with the other drivers went badly. They weren't yelling at me or anything, as you'd expect in real life. In the case ofthe couple driving one of the cars I'd hit, the husband was silent, and his wife (who I judged was the one driving) seemed weirdly delighted that I'd sideswiped her. She started talking about how I'd be paying for her next home improvement and her daughter's college tuition. I started really fuming at her and told her that, if I did have to pay for anything, it sure as hell wouldn't extend beyond the damage to her car.

After that I woke up. I was still almost yelling as I awoke and was throwing my fists and arms in the air. It took me a few seconds to realize I hadn't really gotten into an accident.

49 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7822 15:44

>>44
I think it'd be more apt to say I was "woken up".

50 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7822 16:26

>>45

> What if his dream continued

The dream collapses in a stupidly overblown way like in Inception and all the korean people drown to death.

51 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7822 17:12

I had a really weird dream where I was watching a movie in the cinema and then it stopped and some cute girls that sat nearby performed a musical act from it on stage (???) and then they were wearing cute fursuits (partial: heads, gloves, boots – ?!) and then some other fursuitters joined (full suits?!?!) and then the movie resumed and I complimented those girls as they returned to their seats. Then I was walking down the street in my hometown, drinking a green coloured soda drink in a transparent bottle through a straw. I sat down on some railing. Then I met a German guy who turned out to be Japanese and he had a fursuit packed in a slim (?!) backpack.

52 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7834 14:05

I had a dream where I had a HUGE dick. Then I woke up and was severely disappointed.

53 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7836 13:40

I had a dream about getting malware. My computer had a weird virus that redirected all my searches to some ad-infested search engine and there were ads in my browser history whenever I would start to type a URL.
I woke up and turned on my computer to find that I didn't actually have any malware.

54 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7923 13:56

I dreamed I had moved to Japan, and when I went to the bank to open an account the teller was a really cute and nice girl who spoke perfect English. She taught me how to make Japanese curry (there was a fully equipped kitchen behind her desk for some reason) and wanted to introduce me to her daughter and then some reporters came and started taking pictures and interviewing people about something, and then I woke up without even having gotten to open my bank account.

55 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7923 14:57

>>54
The first half of your dream could be a commercial

56 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7970 18:14

Many years ago, a schoolteacher of mine was a health fascist. He scared all of us from even questioning his ideas.

15 years later, I researched where he lived, so I could call him a coward for intimidating 8th graders.

I discovered he died prematurely, and I enjoyed discovering that more than I am supposed to enjoy it.

57 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7970 18:49

I dreamtI had been setup as a school shooter by CIA agents masquerading as legitimate employees of various institutions. One of those fuckers made me drink my own piss while I laying in bed at the hospital. The creepiest part about the whole ordeal was that I could actually taste the pee. WHAT THE FUCK, right?!?

58 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7970 18:52

I dreamed I went to an offline meetup with people I know from IRC, but that their real forms were just floating text with names attached in meatspace as well.

59 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-7970 19:55

>>58
Last night I dreamed I got banned from here and was considerably more distressed than I would have expected.

60 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8029 00:42

I was back in middle school gym class, and we were playing dodgeball. I had been hit and was "out", and was sitting in the bleachers. I had to pee really badly but the teacher wouldn't let me go until I finally told him I was about to pee myself. Then when I was in the bathroom peeing, another kid came up behind me and startled me and made me pee all over myself anyway. I got really angry and started slapping and beating him but he just laughed and the harder I beat him the harder he laughed at me. Then I came out of the bathroom and was talking to a girl about glaciers, and she said something about the "eight great glaciers" and I said that there were only seven great glaciers, and she said that a new one had been discovered in the northern ocean and that it was very mysterious, and might even be on a collision course with our town right now.

61 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8029 06:16

>>57
How did you know that the taste was piss-taste?

62 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8029 07:44

I want to become a cyborg loli and have lesbian lolisex in space.

63 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8029 07:44

Oh shit I did not read the thread before posting please ignore >>62 thank you.

64 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8054 18:33

I had gone back to my old middle school (which was demolished several years ago) to apply for a job as the principal. Me and the other applicants were writting essays on why we'd be best for the job as part of the application process, when the person overseeing the test told us "no Hanzi!" and I was confused because I had been writing my essay in English and don't know any Chinese anyway, so I stopped to ask the instructor what she meant but while I was talking to her about it everyone got ahead of me and I never finished my essay. Also, one of the people taking the interview with me was a girl I haven't seen since elementary school whose dad was also the prinicpal at the school we both went to. I haven't seen or even thought about her in probably fifteen years but I was able to perfectly remember her name and face in my dream.

65 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8057 09:43

I was sitting with Hideo Kojima on a rocky outcropping overlooking the sea, and we were drinking vodka mixed with yellow highlighter fluid so our drinks glowed in the dark. There were fireworks but they were spelling out words in pixel letters.

Then I went inside a nice house and everyone inside was drinking glowing vodka too but it didn't glow as brightly because the lights were on. Someone came back from the store with a plastic bag and proceeded to unload way more bottles of alcohol than could have conceivably fit in said bag.

I put one of the bottles on the floor and then woke up.

66 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8058 15:24

I dreamed that Bashar al Assad had moved into my apartment complex and was very physically scary, he would eavesdrop on people using listening equipment and threaten them with things he had heard and had a couple big mean dogs and when he talked he used that kind of perfectly enunciated autistic serial killer English that made you think that you would be in a garbage bag at the bottom of a lake soon.

67 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8059 14:28

I was inside my car on the parking lot of my high school when suddenly there was an earthquake. First it was trepidatory, but then it became oscillatory and then the earth under me was tilting, so my car was sliding around the parking lot and crashing against all the other parked cars, and I was unable to control it.
After a minute, it stopped. I stepped out of my car to see the damages. Then a curious schoolgirl approached me to see how much damage my car had suffered and after studying it for a bit, she recommended me a body shop to fix my car.

68 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8059 17:47

I knew keeping a dream jounal would help me shitpost one day

I am in my highschool's indoor fieldhouse, It's surrounded by a hallway on three sides, and the hallway has no entrances or exits, except those leading into the fieldhouse. There is some sort of dance going on, and everyone is dressed nice. I'm with a friend but quickly lose him. There is an announcement for a "pink dance" and everyone is in a conga line and suddenly in tight, pink 80's clothes. I'm walking the opposite direction that the congaline is going, look around, and notice that we're surrounded by ocean. I look over the edge at the platform we're on and see lots of thick cords and wires, the more I look the telephone and computer stuff I see. I start walking around, and one time I pass a pissed off janitor pulls a bundle of wire out of the ocean and says [piece of equipement] my ass!

69 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8059 17:52

>>68
anybody else keep a dream journal

70 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8060 05:57

>>69
I used to, but I stopped. I should start again.

71 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8063 19:52

I was the Japanese team leader of a Rising Storm match and all the riflemen kept running around suicide-nading everything while micspamming "ALLAHU ACKBAR!".

( ί -ί) it wasn't very different from a normal, non-dream round.

72 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8064 05:57

I often dream about being naked in public. Sometimes I'm embarrassed and try to hide, sometimes I'm not sure whether I should be embarrassed, people's reactions vary and I kind of half-heartedly try to hide, and sometimes I don't give a fuck and neither does anyone else. There's never anything sexual about it and I don't have any particular desire to get naked in public irl. I think it has something to do with being comfortable with my own identity.

73 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8070 08:32

I went with my father to the top of a very tall hotel building. I had heard rumours of cultish activity, which would explain the cheap room rates, but I had never taken it seriously.

We received some kind of weird electrical device that seemed like a Lenovo tablet, but seemingly with custom firmware. We ended up at some kind of cult meeting and my dad looked suddenly brainwashed. I thought there must be something in the air, or some kind of electric signal from the device.

Fortunately I was immune, so I hurried back to my room to try to hack the device, but I found there was an alarm system on it and I was worried the alarm would go off and the cult would find and kill me. I was about to go online and post asking for help on 4-ch but suddenly my dad was there along with a sinister young man repeatedly sticking a needle into my forehead and saying, "Tranquilizer. Tranquilizer. Tranquilizer." Every time he said it I got sleepier and sleepier...at first I struggled, but then thinking quick, I pretended to be totally knocked out, letting my body go completely limp, and he stopped stabbing me.

I lost consciousness for a bit, but soon regained consciousness earlier than they had probably intended. I was in a room with a mirror in front of me. I could see in the mirror that nobody was immediately behind me, but I could hear a man talking in the next room. I looked around for weapons and decided on a large heavy flower pot. There was another man like me in the room helping me for some reason at this point, so he took the pot and went into the next room to smash our captor over the head, giving me a chance to escape.

Things didn't go as planned. The man came into the room, and instead of smashing him over the head, my partner in crime just tackled him to the ground, seeming too scared to actually kill him. So I grabbed a pair of scissors and slit the captor's throat. He continued to talk about cult stuff in disgusting gurgles even as blood, bile and his stomach contents squirted out of his neck hole.

"Oh god, now I've done it," I thought, then I woke up.

74 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8070 17:46

I dreamed that I was in Australia and I was trying to establish a city. I wanted to name the city Salzburg just so I could get people to confuse Austria and Australia.

75 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8084 21:39

I dreamed that I worked for one of the television news channels. I was investigating to see if cram schools and private schools led to premature death or becoming a mental hospital patient.

76 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8085 17:23

I'm late to work because I was having this fucking awesome flying dream at a seaside resort on another planet and kept dropping back into sleep to enjoy it.

77 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8087 17:49

Some scientists, one of whom sounded like Liam Neeson, took over my top floor studio apartment to test some high tech ant killing gear. I found out about the experiment when walking up there with a chicken Caesar's salad. They rudely grabbed my salad and spread it all over the floor as bait, and, as if on cue, ants poured out of cracks and holes in the wall and rapidly flooded the place. As I booked out of there, they were flying little toy RC drones around with tiny freezing gas guns blasting away at the rivers of ants on the walls and floors.

78 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8124 00:46

I dreamed that I was playing F-Zero for the SNES, but it was next to impossible.

I was then told that the guys who created Kaizo Mario ROM hacks decided to start hacking other SNES/SFC games.

79 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8124 02:28

I was with a friend and my boss and we were driving to my friend's two story house. In the house, my boss went to a small back room where the flooring was gone and there was just concrete and various industrial trash. My boss then began telling us how him and some people from his past had put 30 grams of marijuana into a single brownie. My friend asked if my boss could get him some brownies. My boss looked offended and said no. I gave my friend a nudge to indicate I could hook him up. And my boss winked at me to show he knew what i was up to. We left and my boss became a robot girl at some point. She was taking commands while my friend was driving. I told her to imagine Barack Obama fingering his anus. She sat there in silence supposedly imagining it, so I told her to express how horny it made her. Then she began to moan very loudly, so I told her tone it down and begin describing what she was thinking.

80 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8145 23:06

I was getting prepared for an elaborate and time-consuming Coming of Age ceremony that had an oddly 50's Americana quality to it. There was choral singing, match making and a formal dance involved. While two fairly mousy girls were suiting me up in a garishly colored tuxedo and tacky jewelry, I flipped out, ran out of the building and jumped on a flying motorcycle and blew the fuck out of there, but not before grabbing a bulky, overly elaborate wind instrument that looked like several different-sized saxophones welded together. Flying police motorcycles were chasing me and then I woke up.

81 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8146 10:06

A lot of stuff happened, but all I can remember is that me and my mother were sitting at one of those small café patio tables drinking wine and I was explaining the significance of the number four in Chinese culture to her.

82 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8147 17:34

I remember encountering Alex Jones. I told him that people who build mind control machines have heard of tinfoil hats for many years. Their solution was to build a machine that uses tinfoil hats as an amplifier, much lite a satellite dish.

I also remember jokes about making hats out of copper because tin and aluminum have already become too common.

83 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8150 00:38

I was recording a short video at the beach with two other friends of mine. One was holding a piece of plywood with a picture of Noriaki Kakyoin drawn onto it by a five year old. The other one was humming part of the soundtrack for Stardust Crusaders. I dunked my left forearm in paint and started to record myself punching a hole through the plywood plank while screaming KORE GA ZA WARUDO DA

Then I woke up.

I wanna make that video now.

84 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8151 14:09

I went out to dinner at a pizzeria with MC Ride as the head chef. People kept asking about their meals and he would poke his head out and rap a response.

85 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8167 17:01

In the dream, I was trying to remember the details of another dream where I had to clone myself and apparently harvest the clone for spare parts so I could go on living, but I had to hide the clone from everyone since cloning was illegal, so I'm wandering around with my clone in a duffel bag and in the dream I kept flipping between that never happened and when did I do that and I asked somebody in the bus station if anybody had won the powerball yet and woke up.

86 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8167 21:04

I was reading an illustrated picture book version of Lolita. I happened to open the book at a part where the protagonist convinces Dolores to ride a bicycle in the nude.

87 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8172 13:43

I dreamed that humans went through metamorphosis, and the first stage was a tiny red buglike thing. A relative came to visit me with her newborn bug baby. While she was in another room I dropped it and couldn't find it.

88 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8173 10:42

My coffee filter had shrunk.

89 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8176 03:01

I was in the passenger seat of a car and my mother was driving, she was on her cell phone arguing with my grandmother because her and my grandfather (who is dead but I guess he was alive in my dream) wanted to move to Guatemala and become tomato farmers. My mother kept telling my grandmother (who is 75) that since she was pregnant she had to think of the baby. I was trying to tune them out and look out the window, but every time I looked up I saw Ron Paul waiting to cross the street, wearing a military dress uniform and holding an American flag folded into a triangle (like they give to the families of dead military veterans) and looking really despondent.

90 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8177 17:21

I was eating my (non-narcotic) medications like candy, on accident. I'd forget whether I'd taken one for the day when I went to the bathroom. Then because they taste slightly nice (true irl) and I don't have any candy in the house (also true irl) I'd just take another one and chew it up and eat it (ordinarily one would swallow without chewing).

I don't wanna spend money on candy still though.

91 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8177 17:22

A Latvian woman was telling me a joke:
A grandma is hanging out with her kids and counting: "97, 98, 99, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3..."
One of the kids goes: "Grandma, why did you stop counting up?"
And grandma goes, "Well, I'm not playing a fucking gig!!"
It was funny in my dream.

92 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8177 18:23

>>91 Brilliant, I hope you don't mind if I tell that joke at parties!

93 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8177 20:11

Brenden Fraser was a slave of Robin Williams who controlled Brendan with a knife that has red energy coming from it. Brendan had had enough and got his own non magical knife and attacked Robin. They were around a large tree that Robin Williams was hiding behind. Brendan stabbed Robin's knife from around the tree which drained all the magic powers. Brendan used his newly gained powers to cause Robin Williams to be wrapped up in film (like from a reel) from head to toe in a Hellraiser fashion and slowly squeezed until crushed to death

94 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8180 03:34

Someone had come up with the idea of using dead bodies to generate electrical power to replace fossil fuels. In practice this involved shoving leads up the anuses of human remains.

95 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8180 16:48

Myself and a couple friends were going through a series of dungeon-like rooms with deadly challenges. We came to the Sun Room and entered cautiously, guns at the ready. To our surprise, it was just a bare room with a carpet lit by sunlight through curtained windows. I had a sense of great danger.

Suddenly, the carpet started moving, and trying to knock us off our feet!
"Get off the carpet!" I shouted, and we struggled to escape as the carpet continually knocked us down. Eventually I made it to the edge, off the carpet, and thought, "Given it's the sun room, I bet we have to let the sun in to burn this carpet."

I struggled to open the curtains as my team managed to make the carpet fold back on itself over and over. Eventually the carpet had folded over until it was about the length of a person, so one of my teammates laid down on it to flatten it completely. Meanwhile, I was finally able to untie the curtain knots and pull open the blinds, and let the sun come streaming in. But it had no effect.

"We need to flatten it more!" shouted my friend, who was struggling to stay on the bucking carpet. I rushed over to help, and noticed some writing on my friend's body. It was a secret message from a man who had told us not to enter these dangerous chambers. I tried to read and decrypt it, it said we would be forced to face our greatest fears, and then said something cryptic about St. Matthew's Cathedral. I couldn't understand the clues. That's when my great-aunt showed up with a Christmas ornament of a cathedral.

"No, no, no, this isn't helping at all!" I said. Then I looked up and realized: my great-aunt had come through the door on the other side of the room. It had been unlocked the whole time.

This whole room was just a distraction. There was a bomb in the next room, about to go off. I could hear the beeping getting faster and faster. I started to rush over, but I knew it was too late. I turned back around and tackled my friend, shouting "I love you!!!" Then we all exploded.

96 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8197 14:28

I'm near some cold Midwestern lake watching Al Gore speak. I'm sitting next to a cute girl. Al tries to demonstrate an app for poor people that shows you free and cheap food nearby, but all he's finding is grass. He keeps trying to find coconuts, but gives up and just skips the segue into the next part of his speech: plugging a brand of environmentally friendly fur coats made of coconut hair. The girl next to me is offended by this and threatens to break up with her politician boyfriend if he buys them. He buys them anyway. I plan to put the moves on her.

97 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8198 03:30

A strange incident of forgotten particulars, possibly demonic in nature, occurred in a workplace. After the incident, all the workers misspelled every word when they wrote or typed.

98 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8202 10:14

Shinku, from Rozen Maiden, possessed a laptop which then started moving around the table trying to kill people.

99 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8217 18:05

I dreamed that I was about to have sex with a beautiful woman, but I couldn't get an erection. I then asked numerous men if they could sell me one Viagra pill. Nobody had any Viagra or some similar drug.

100 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8217 21:52

I gathered I was on training to go into space, so I updated my Internet Profile job title to say "NASA Space man" and, after receiving a glare, reluctantly added "in training".
Then I made a life-size bronze statue of Bender sitting in a bean bag with an almost-depleted cigar, and someone asked me "Did Moe Szyslak marry the pig, or just buy it?" over Quora. To refresh my memory, I walked down the street and looked down an alley to see Moe with his pig. I don't think I ended up answering the question.

101 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8218 00:25

102 Name: i* L_T`j : 1993-09-8218 18:32

I was driving in what looked like NYC even though I live across the country. I saw a black girl on a motor cycle so I smiled at her and she smiled back. I put down my windows and told her I want to see her again and she felt the same way. Despite not exchanging any information she showed up at my apartment and then we had some dinner and chill. We had to cut the chill portion short and get dressed because there was someone at the door. It was my friend and under a large blanket a 6 or 7 year old kid that was apparently the little brother of this guy I knew a long time ago. They arrived at the door independently from each other but happened to arrive at the same time. The kid was some kind of retard not really talking and sitting on my coffee table under his blanket. I had to maneuver the girl out of the house without my friend seeing her so he wouldn't tell my girlfriend which led to a Benny Hill meets Scooby-Doo scenario. He also got me some kind of plate set.

103 Name: i `_TLj : 1993-09-8222 11:29

I was presented with a small maze-like arena, and had to defeat a rush of thousands of enemies of the same type (I could choose before they came out, and kept changing it from the default of goblins to spiders). I tried to make it easier for myself by balancing on the walls so they couldn't reach, but it was actually harder because I'd keep falling out, which reset the challenge without despawning all of the current enemies, and subsequently falling in, which meant I was overwhelmed with more enemies than there were supposed to be and could only get back on the walls by losing.

Anyway, at some point I decided to play it straight and it wasn't so hard. Then the boss with three health bars came out. It was a giant blue blob about five times larger than me. It was the basic pattern of boss runs at you, you jump out of the way at the last moment, boss bashes its head on the wall, stun, hit, repeat. After the first health bar, it hardened and became incredibly difficult to harm, until I realised I had more weapons than just the second red gun from Jak 3. I don't think I defeated it though, and woke up with the same feeling as after a nightmare, except it wasn't particularly nightmarish.

I am releasing this dream to the public domain if anyone wants to make an incredibly generic adventure game.

104 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8227 10:28

My niece was pupating in a big white, filmy chrysalis. She came out as just a slightly larger version of herself.

105 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8227 13:10

>>96 those kinds of girls aren't worth it. Trust me.

106 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8227 19:47

I lost my cat in the house again. Just turned up nonchalantly as if she hadn't gone missing for the past several timespans. Cats.

107 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8230 07:01

I was talking to my friend who is chinese and something made me really angry and I said a chinese swearword real damn loud and I didn't know what it meant but she did

108 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8231 18:11

Mr. Rogers was still alive, and he was chasing me with a shotgun through a big scary house with independently rotating floors out in the middle of a huge wheat field. No idea why he was mad at me.

109 Name: i L_T`j : 1993-09-8231 18:49

I was riding my bike around town doing errands when I got lost and somehow ended up on the highway. I pulled over to the shoulder to look at the GPS app on my phone but it turned out not to be my normal smartphone but an old flip phone. So I tried to call my dad and ask him for directions but he wouldn't pick up. I sent him an SMS instead but he would only answer me with something about how the current price of green peppers was at an all time high and now was the time to invest. Then an army dressed in vaguely Soviet-esque uniforms overran the highway and made me and all the people in cars their prisoners.

110 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8232 20:42

I only remember the very end of it, but here's a dream I had the other day.

It appeared very much like a movie, with the "camera" angles being like that and everything. A middle-aged woman was escorting a couple of young people around, hiding them from something. It too place during a Trump presidency. The part that I remember, near the end before I woke up, had the woman and the young people hiding in a movie theater, blending in with the crowd. Everyone else in the theater was wearing a Trump MAGA hat, except they were all medium-light blue instead of red. At some point, the woman got a phone call, and during the course of this call it was revealed that the young people she was escorting were tax evaders. All the other people in the theater heard this, and immediately restrained the woman+guests and called in the authorities to execute them. I woke up right before the actual execution took place, but it was going to be a beheading and was being held right there in the theater, only a few minutes after the authorities arrived.

111 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8242 20:33

My younger brother had a 2" tall baboon in a cage. It was hopelessly aggressive, and I told my dad it was probably a bad idea to have a wild ape in the house, no matter how small it is. He agreed, but went back to reading the paper instead of doing anything about it.

112 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8245 21:55

Some youngish (13-15 or so) kids and I were having a gunfight in what appeared to be a hardware store. Apparently it was for a school project, the teams were divided up by sex and there was someone who looked like a teacher at the door. I got there late so when it came time to issue me a weapon they only had an old revolver for me. I ducked behind a display and started shooting at the girls, when one of the girls outmaneuvered me and put her gun to my head demanding I become her prisoner. Instead I quickly spun around and pistol-whipped her across the face and shot her while she reeled. The boys seemed to think it was a great move but the girls erupted in protest about how it was unfair. That was the point where I woke up.

113 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8246 10:43

I met a group of beautiful people in a moonlit park.

114 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8247 06:01

i was walking down a dark street when two people walking ahead were discussing a topic of interest to me (i forget what)
i interjected only for it to turn out that one of them was a friend who randomly stopped talking to me a few months ago, who immediately acted like we were friends again
for many minutes i had to stop myself replying with anything that indicated i was upset they stopped talking to me in the first place and unsure if i wanted to speak again because i hate conflict.
the second person evidentially disappeared and i can't remember what happened next.

they still don't talk to me.

115 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8247 12:33

Donald Trump decided he wanted to have sex with my grandmother. I taped up a pillow so he wouldn't hit his head while they were banging so hard, and in exchange he gave me a $73 check. I tried telling a friend of mine about it later but she was distracted because she was being stalked by ghosts.

116 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8247 16:34

Recently I have had nightmares about tax collectors. I have paid my taxes on time, but I still have dreams about tax collectors chasing me or doing horrible things to me.

117 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8249 08:07

I had a dream about Ben Garrison.
It was a very, very bad dream.

118 Name: (L„tMG) : 1993-09-8257 17:27

My dream had no plot, it was a lot of harsh noises and flashing colors. A lot of voices from people that stress me out, and I felt my regrets and shortcomings fall upon me. I woke up in a bad mood with a headache, which wasn't nice because I live on my mom's couch and she's been getting ready for work very loudly because she's upset with me. I had dreams like this often, does anyone have any input on why I might be having these dreams?

119 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8257 20:24

Some grill from an engineering department wanted me to explain to her what a reproducing kernel Hilbert space was and I was like nah

120 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8257 21:23

>>118 it might be because you live on your mom's couch.

I mean, I don't know your situation, but that's not usually a thing to be proud of.

121 Name: (L„tMG) : 1993-09-8258 00:45

>>120
I'm definitely not proud of it, but I got out of a very bad personal situation and lost my full-time job, house, friends, and all. My mom is only letting me stay here for a short amount of time until I get all my pieces together. Regardless, these dreams have been happening for a few years now, in cycles.

122 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8258 17:50

>>121 Been there... what to do is bring a prostitute home and fuck really loudly on the sofa, your mom will find a new respect for you, and get ready for work more quietly

123 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8258 18:43

I was on a walk with my father through a freshly ploughed field, when a butterfly landed on his head. I said "Wow, it's a Camberwell Beauty!" to which he replied "Don't be stupid, it's obviously a Black-veined White." I thought that's ridiculous; they look nothing like one another and my father knows nothing about butterflies anyway, but when I looked back at it he was right and I felt very stupid.

124 Name: (iœjΔͺͺͺ²iœj) : 1993-09-8258 19:15

I was trying to kill a door-to-door salesman named Carlos with my shotgun that I have in trunk of my car, but I was trying to avoid having him find out that I was about to kill him. While he was doing his sales pitch in my room, I was thinking of ways of getting to the car without raising suspicion. I finally told him that I'd buy some of his merchandise if we went out to get my wallet from the trunk of my car. When I moved some stuff around and got out the firearm, he took a shotgun of his out out from his trunk (luggage). The tension kept rising until Carlos' homies started rushing the parking lot which prompted me to grab the rifle and ear plugs out of my trunk (vehicle) and try to take them out. Now the reason I hadn't already shot Carlos before his homies poured into the area was because I was not wearing any hearing protection and feared I'd damage my hearing. I took out his hombres leaving Carlos. I can't remember the rest, but I hope I got that bastard good.

125 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8259 07:26

I dreamt that I was constantly losing things and that everyone could see I was losing things to the point where people would follow me around to pick up the things I was losing and then I woke up at 6 AM and couldn't fall back to sleep.

126 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8260 02:58

There were other parts I couldn't remember, but I was in my living room (it wasn't my actual living room but the living room of the house I lived in in the dream I guess) very late at night, talking to a desolate-seeming German guy. The reason he was so upset was because it was New Years day of 2014(in my dream, but I just had the dream like an hour ago), and 2013 had come and gone completely without any kind of earth-shattering event happening. He said that, and I said something like "well that's true every day, the only reason I'm alive today is cause no one killed me yesterday. Right?" That seemed to comfort him but after that every time I would try to say something else to him my mom would answer from the other room, thinking I was talking to her and not to the strange German in the living room. I yelled at her that I was talking to our guest and not her and she came into the living room and we started arguing and when I looked over the German fellow was gone and I woke up.

127 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8260 12:07

I dreamed I joined the high school wrestling club and then Billy Herrington came to our club and made me suck his dick. He came in my mouth and it kind of tasted like beef broth.

128 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8260 18:22

I had this dream where I made an agreement with a competitive eater. I agreed to pay her $1000 to film her for 24 hours a day for one whole week after the event. I also negotiated a deal to sell the film, but I was only able to get $100 for it.

129 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8261 12:32

I was watching a show about someone in high school. He was trying to join the soccer team so that he could get close to the female goal keeper during during team pictures. Then I was him. I asked the photographer about whether the goalie would even be taking pictures at the same time, but she was more interested in getting me to pick between two flavors of green Gatorade. I sampled both bottles for a while, then they turned into bowls of vegetables, then rice. I made a decision and the photographer was kind enough to let me keep both samples. I left to go home.

130 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8265 09:19

I was being badgered by a fellow I didn't trust the look of while walking home. He was asking a lot -- my name, where I lived, other things you wouldn't tell a stranger -- but I answered everything truthfully, as you would in a dream. I didn't let him know of my home when we got to it (we walked along while talking, like the strangest of friends) and I carried on with him, planning to peel off later and circle back around.

A friend of his joined us. Light-haired and a little skittish. He seemed nice. He stopped and gestured as we passed an alley, appparently recognising the three dark-clothed lads there. It got violent, but my first acquaintance was unusually strong. He threw one of them on top of the nearby bins with a single punch to the jaw. The other two met a similar fate, and we checked their wallets. Within one were several photos of me, some from my childhood, all unsettling. I somehow knew these three were hired to deal with me, but didn't know why. I took the photos and hid the wallet under the guy taking a nap on the bins. Time to go home.

My apartment was three floors up in a five-storey building with no elevator. Panicked, I took the stairs two at a time, not counting the floors, and ended up with nothing more to climb. What? I should have recognised my door by now. I went back down. Pinned to my door was an eviction notice, but dated several months old. How long had I been out? More worryingly, it was messily covered in white-out and marker. Reason for eviction redacted. Issuing office redacted. Even the signature. Time to leave.

My escape was reversed when I heard a pair of smart shoes walking up the stairs, and the light-haired friend convincing them that going straight to the fifth floor was a better idea than checking any of the doors on the third floor. Thanks, but no thanks, because my apartment was locked, this guy coming after me already knew that, and the landing didn't exactly leave anywhere to hide. As quietly as possible, I strode back up the stairs, but the sound of footsteps only intensified.
I caught glimpses of the smartly-dressed official through the banister. He had a gun. I had a plan, sort of. I waited halfway up the final staircase as he ignored the third floor. If I could somehow get behind him, I could be on my way out before he knew what was going on! He was halfway to the fourth floor, so I readied my plan by, uh, climbing over the handrail. Landing on stairs from a one-and-a-half floor drop shouldn't be too hard, right? Fourth floor. Now or never. I took a breath, let go of the handrail, and woke up.

131 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8265 14:19

I was working at the top floor of a tall office building that had windows on the roof. Suddenly, I heard a loud tapping on the roof. A giant fucking red ant (like maybe twenty feet long and apportioned otherwise like a normal ant) was tapping its legs on the glass. Everyone else in the room I was working in lost their shit and started screaming, and people started to escape down the stairs to the bottom floor while I debated whether to stay in the building out of a fear that there would be more giant ants outside.

Next thing I knew I was watching the news in a house that I recognized as home, even though it looks nothing like my own home. As it happened, animals all over the world had grown to massive sizes somehow and many were attacking and killing humans. I got in my car and started to drive to find my family in a nearby city and sped past a giant bear and a series of massive insects. As I drove by the coastline, I noticed that huge waves were hitting the shore and that the ocean seemed to be rising.

Finally, I someone ended up with a group of strangers (who I assume were also fleeing the chaos) in what they described as a "safe place" - a beautiful piece of country, rolling hills and everything, the sun setting in the distance. There were no giant animals around. Just before waking up, I wondered how long we'd survive in this place before dying of starvation or being killed by invading animals or waves.

132 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8266 12:21

>>128
That's a pretty roundabout scat fetish onii-chan.

133 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8267 16:05

I had a dream about a baby. I don't remember the details, but there was definitely a baby.

134 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8269 17:38

>>132 I'm guilty as charged.

135 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8271 12:13

I was visiting the queen. I gave her a tangerine, but it had a tear in the skin so she haughtily threw it in the bin. Then my father and I discussed the political situation on Mars.

136 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8271 16:48

>>135
what a fucking queen.

137 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8278 16:29

So after I skimmed through the post about lucid dreams in the post your thoughts thread, I went back to sleep. First my dream was about meeting up with some friends to go to the movie. I got to the theatre, but for some reason, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't park within the lines. I realized I still had some time left before my friends would arrive (it was ?:10 and my friends were arriving at ?:30), so I gave up and went to a nearby gas station to get some snacks.

While looking for a parking spot, I realized I had accidentally entered the store with my car. It was really embarassing until I realized that would be impossible and that I was actually just on feet. I looked for some dr. Pepper, but I couldn't decide if it was normal to buy a 2 liter or a 20oz for individual consumption. I realized that was a stupid question and I only needed a 20oz. So I got it and a small bag of garditos.

By the time I went to check out, the line had gotten too long. So I left without buying, and went to get a hotel. Once I was in my hotel room, I kind of understood that I was in a dream. I heard some faint barking, and I wondered if my dog irl was barking at someone out the window. That's when I decided I wanted to fuck someone in this dream. I left the hotel room, which was now located in some neighborhood. There was a nice house across the street. I walked towards it, and I looked at everything and thought about how real it all looked. I hoped I wouldn't wake up, and I hoped that I wasn't wrong that it was a dream and that I'm not about to invade someone's actual home (although I was pretty sure it was a dream).

I entered the house hoping that there would be some women. Of course the first thing I see is an asian father and son. In my dream, I thought to myself that my brain always does this kind of shit. Then I see by the son a mother. She was a bit older, but I'm into asian milfs, so I approach her. She was still smiling while I did this which just confirmed for me that I was in a dream. I pull down her shirt to see her somewhat small boobs and I begin sucking. Then after doing that for a while, I woke up.

138 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8281 14:02

A bully from my childhood had a mental breakdown in front of me while waiting for a massage in an airport waiting lounge.

139 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8286 15:53

I was at work. I was very tired and couldn't focus on anything. My boss started talking about something on the inside of my mouth, and then she reached in with some sort of tool and started scraping it away. I noticed that she was suddenly very ugly. I left work and started driving away from my house. It was dark and my eyes wouldn't stay open. I turned on the headlights, and that helped a little. I came to the first stop sign, pulled out to the middle of the road, and noticed another car coming, but I didn't have the energy to back up.

140 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8289 17:17

I was at some kind of political rally. It turned out to be a bunch of people supporting Vegeta from DBZ for president. They later found out that he was ineligible to be president since he is a space alien and not born in the US.

141 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8289 17:43

I remember I sold a book called "Hangul For Men With Yellow Fever" and I was on tour signing autographs. Guys were sharing all kinds of stories of success with Korean women.

142 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8290 02:39

I saw some big bullshit

143 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8290 12:35

I was moving into a new house. It was a large, old, two story farmhouse in a forested area, overgrown with ivy. I was late and all the good rooms had already been taken because I found a tiger at the front gate and stopped to give it a tummy rub.

144 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8291 21:13

Remember the "Guess that Pokemon" segment on the TV show?

Somebody created a similar segment called "Guess that Touhou"

When the image was filled in by about 50%, I said Reimu and I was right.

145 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8291 22:22

>>141 Write that book and I'll buy it.

I remember flying, and the closer to the ground I was, the faster I could go. I was rocketing along these grassy hills, and then got on a highway and brought myself down to half a centimeter off the road and almost broke the sound barrier when I had to suddenly climb to avoid traffic. I ended up about 20 stories up and barely able to go forward. It was frustrating.

146 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8292 13:22

I dreamt I was in a simulation which was oxymoronic

147 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8299 02:59

I was working on paving a driveway when someone in the house yelled "hey (*߁[ί) who's that behind you?" and for some reason I answered in Japanese: "’m‚ι‚©H“­‚©‚Θ‚«‚αIh(who cares? I have to get back to work!). But then my middle school crush who turned out to be a lesbian appeared behind me and was gushing over how it had been so long and we should exchange phone numbers, so we did, and then she gave me a hug that would have been uncomfortably long if it had been from anyone else even though I didn't have a shirt on and I was all sweaty from working on the driveway. Later she kept texting me faster than I could respond about some crap I didn't really care about.

148 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8299 05:30

I was playing some strange SNES political simulator game.
first, i was winning with Bill Clinton. i can't actually remember any of the mechanics except it showing their portrait and areas won as results came in. i was playing as bill for a while getting more and more obscene wins, and i think bill's sprite did some strange things like getting really drunk. i blacked out in-dream anyway.

Then when my memory started working again it turned out i had won an election either in 1981 or 1983 as Donald Trump. I can't remember how stylized he was, I think he was thinner but not younger than in our 2016. I won it so well that he even took Cuba as a district or whatever, which is apparently a US state in this alternate universe.

149 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8299 13:43

I was in some sort of college library trying to find a bad guy. I took an elevator that was actually a couch four stories up, but when I tried to tilt it to let me down I ended up lowering it again.

150 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8300 15:45

I guess I was living in the Scooby Doo universe, as a lot of it was run down and severely depopulated, and it was always dusk. I moved around from empty apartment to apartment as I worked for some agency doing something I can't remember. What I do remember clearly is I had the latest Samsung note phone and every time I picked it up, I'd accidentally bend it and the screen would crack all over, and it pissed me off that Samsung would build such a fragile product and sell it for $700.

Also, when it cracked, a thick crystal-clear gel-like fluid would seep out of the cracks.

151 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8300 16:44

>>150
Hey, I dream about accidentally breaking phones too. Weird.

152 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8300 17:49

take various chicken parts
add to pan with vegetables
add spices
bake
transfer contents of pan to large pot with rice and water
boil
eat

153 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8300 17:49

whups i thought this was the current thoughts thread

vc: hebe

154 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8302 03:07

>>151
I hate those dreams. Oddly, I've never actually cracked a phone screen yet.

155 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8302 17:24

I jumped off a cliff wearing nothing but a dressing gown, and glided around as though it was a wingsuit.

156 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8308 15:27

I was being chased by a man who was trying to slit my throat with scissors, although I also had a pair of scissors that I could block his with. I realized that I was inside a video game, specifically a vn set in high school created by 4chan. Also, the school had a team of an alternative sport (name written in unrememberable dream writing but it started with the letter B) which apparently was a meme on /asp/ when the game was made. Playing that game was one of the paths you could take in the game. (I don't think it was the path that I had taken though). But no matter which path you took, you would always end up with the scissors guy chasing you. Eventually, I reasoned that since this was a video game, getting my throat slit wouldn't hurt. At that point I was being chased by a fat teenager who was scissors guy's minion, and he had a wire coming out of his scissors. So, having realized that it wouldn't hurt, I stopped resisting and let scissor minion fat kid prick my throat with his scissor-wire. Then I woke up, but not really. I ran around my house a little while, thinking of it as also fake and a video game. Then I woke up for real.

What do you think it means? It seems rather Gnostic to me...

157 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8308 17:57

There was a music festival coming up, and as a promotion Subway was selling special sandwiches based on the songs of one of the bands - each day they had a different sandwich. My friend and were really excited, so we went every day and got every sandwich, but when the festival actually came it sucked. There was only one band, and they only had one show, and they didn't even play any of the songs the sandwiches were based on.

158 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8315 03:05

>>150
>>151
>>154
I just cracked my screen. What a bummer.

159 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8315 16:10

I had this bad dream where the CP spammer of image boards took over the entire internet.

160 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8315 18:40

I had to get to an airport in Cloud City and the only way there was a terrifying curvy road high up in the air. I drove there and decided that next time I would choose a different airport.

161 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8323 08:23

There was a movie based on a true story about a large American Christian family that created a worldwide scandal by turning nudist. It was presented as both a comedy and a drama, kind of like Boogie Nights. In an iconic turning-point scene, the whole family had now adopted a daily ritual of climbing up and down a flight of stairs in a circle, intimately embracing each family member as they passed, sometimes kissing them, and asking them some hippy question about how they were doing. It wasn't intended to be sexual but looked pretty bad from the outside.

During this scene, an instrumental hip-hop remix of Final Fantasy "prelude" music played. It was really good and I could swear I had heard it before, but after I woke up I searched all over the internet for something like it and couldn't find anything good.

Anyway, during the staircase scene, a child that was part of the family's booming daycare business stumbled into the unlocked house early. She cried out, "Mommy, what are they doing?" Mommy came in and saw everything, and was appalled. As mommy announced she was going to tell the world and began to storm off, the mother of the Christian nudist family shouted after her, "Sure, go ahead and tell everybody! And forget all about what our family did for the Jewish community during the war!"

162 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8325 09:00

I was in a library. In the next room over, Nanahira was signing autographs and I really wanted to go get one and to talk to her, but I was too nervous.

163 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8325 10:22

I had a dream I had enough money to buy a case for my phone.

164 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8325 22:38

I was in the neighbourhood I grew up in. First, I was at the shop. I can't remember what I was doing there. I walked down the street into a grassy area down the side of the neighbourhood. I was wearing metal roller skates or had a bike or something. [I don't think the dream kept it consistent, it was something "special" though, so don't exist. My memory is fuzzy but I may have stolen them with my father within an earlier part of the dream.]

A kid who lived near me as a kid appeared behind a fence and being a sadistic little child, pointed a cruise missile at me. I ran away until I had reached a wall to a different area of houses which kids used to climb on when he fired the missile. I managed to take one metal thing off, threw it aside and ran again. The missile crashed short of the metal thing in the grass, then flipped onto it's nose. I think I ran into some trees when the engine came back on, but speeding through the grass it lost control and went away.

Then I talked to my father. I can't remember what about, but it was in the front garden of our old house. I walked along the road a bit past some parked cars, and then went up past the houses to a [much expanded from real life] grassy area. Actually, everything was expanded, roads were longer and wider, etc, but everything was in proportion. [so no giant houses.]

165 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8330 19:55

I had a dream where I was the star of a movie. This movie was similar to Smokey and the Bandit and Dukes of Hazzard. I drove a 1997 Camaro and a 1987 Mazda RX-7.

166 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8338 16:10

I was at some kind of supernatural lake area. There was a giant squid and an unidentified sea monster, but both were frozen in the lake. I drove a semi truck with faulty brakes backwards through the woods for a while before ending up at a girl's house and talking to her through the window. She told me not to offer to take her to the lake, so I didn't, and she looked disappointed. Then she told me not to ask to use her shower. I caught on and asked her. The dream ended with me in the shower.

167 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8338 18:31

I had just gotten a new job working directly with the millionaire owner of some nebulous business along with a bunch of suckups. This millionaire dude had a flair for the dramatic, and on hearing that two of his other employees were getting married, put all us newbs to work to make that wedding the most romantic thing possible.

Everyone else put out, hiring the horse & buggy, finding the perfect band, and all that shit. He was elated with all of them, and then asked me what I did. I said, "My job." and pointed to a wall of screens showing off a new, fully automated web security system fending off a huge cyberattack from somewhere in China.

Fucker fired me for not being a romantic like him. I woke up as I was on my way out to burn his mansion down.

168 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8338 19:05

I had a dream I was at an arcade, and at the back of the arcade there was a hockey themed slot machine. After using the machine multiple times I won a magical hockey stick. It was a glowing radioactive green, and was incredibly heavy. The next thing I knew I was in a hockey arena, and was playing hockey with the stick. I scored a lot, and all my goals involved me doing some sort of trick. After the game I ate some bad cheese and crackers, and got food poisoning.

169 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8349 16:02

I had this dream where I was making fun of Two-Face from Batman comics. I created a Joker with half of Ceaser Romero's face and half of Heath Ledger's face.

170 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8351 17:42

I was attacked by a flock of undead geese. They were the Dwarf Fortress variety, that is to say, they were just white "g" characters. They must have been from before the zombie nerf update because they killed me almost immediately.

171 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8353 16:31

My dog was sentenced to life in prison for premeditated murder.

172 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8353 17:58

I dreamed that I had listened to a song from Batman vs Superman on some streaming site a while ago, and this gave a telemarketer access to my cell number. The caller ID gave him away, but he would say things like, "Hello, is Mr. Anon there? This is his boss. It's urgent." And then when I told him it was me, he said, "Seen Batman vs Superman yet?" and I made fun of him for advertising a failure of a movie. I tried to google it to see if this was happening to anybody else, but my keyboard had pictures of arms instead of letters and I couldn't get the whole thing typed out before waking up. My boss is a woman, too.

173 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8354 10:56

My home was converted into a debtor's prison, where I was held for failing to pay a debt that I didn't remember incurring. All the other prisoners were my age or younger. I joined a group of them trying to get through a crowd to put a specifically colored box in a specific place, then the wardens made us sleep outside in the rain.

174 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8356 15:37

I was wandering around an office or high school or similar building and met Carlos Santana's daughter, who had one arm and still managed to rock out on electric violin and we talked about some charity she was fronting. While she did that, I wrote out a little jazzy melody that worked with the secret Carlos Santana Chord Changes for her. She loved it. Later in the dream I heard her playing it on Sirius XM and found out she'd make millions off my song and sent me nothing.

I wish I could remember the melody now that I'm awake.

175 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8357 07:57

There were so many butterflies in my room that they started forming little piles on the floor.

176 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8357 08:37

I went to the supermarket and ran into a bunch of old classmates. One of them had written a two act play called Donald Trump's Drumpgrilms about a colony of pilgrims who act like Donald Trump and get themselves in trouble for it. The others assured me that it was very funny.

177 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8357 15:19

I lived in a city where instead of bike lanes there were kayak lanes, people would kayak to work and try to catch fish on the way to eat for breakfast.

178 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8357 20:10

There was a new AAA Bionicle game released to the public, which I managed to get my hands on. It played a whole lot like Armored Core 4.

179 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8364 16:08

I was back in college and was feeling extremely tired and thought about how I still had years ahead of me before finishing, but then I felt the sensation that it was going to be so worth it once I finished, since I would receive my master degree, and also I was actually enjoying studying once again. And despite the long, sleepless night that was ahead of me, I smiled at the setting horizon thinking that what I was doing was good and fulfilling.

Then I woke up and realized that I had a long day ahead doing shit I hate and felt just as tired as I was in my dream but a lot less motivated.

180 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8364 16:40

I dreamt I was helping my ex shop for new furniture, and we were looking at TVs, and there was this mad Sega TV for sale; it was pretty big and black, and the back was all chunky ridges a bit like the Japanese Mega Drive cartridges, and it was backlit with dazzling blue light. It had a big Sega logo on the front, as well as big sort of handrails/pipes. I woke myself up saying out loud "so what kind of TV are you looking for" but she wasn't there.

181 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8364 19:04

Dad came by and told me he loves me.

Woke up feeling pretty good after that.

182 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8382 17:17

There was a baby elephant in the back garden and my dog and it were chasing one another around gleefully.

183 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8393 09:21

I was receiving vigorous anal sex while dressed as a girl.

Woke up with an erection.

184 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8420 16:17

I dreamed that I was in Manhattan NY. I was in a taxi cab. I was naked and looking for any clothes I could find in the taxi cab. The cab stopped and I woke up at that moment.

185 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8420 16:56

I keep dreaming about my ex ( ._.)

186 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8420 17:27

I dreamt I was walking through a corridor in a church parish hall. I passed by a room where children musicians were practicing. There was a violinist, a bassist, and a pianist. They weren't virtuosic, but it was very easy to believe they would attain virtuosity in their adult lives. I began to wish, in the way you can only wish against reality in a dream, that I would go back in time and start over with the knowledge that if I only practiced as a child every day, I could have been a good violinist.

187 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8423 18:35

I woke up in the middle of my nap to a buzzing sound. When I rolled over, there was a small RC helicopter in the shape of a cube on my bed. I grabbed it and realized that it had been recording me for a while. It tried to get away, so I pressed a button that turned the rotors off, then pressed the button again and let it go. My roommate walked in a few minutes later and I asked him, "Did you fly a drone into my room to watch me sleep?" He said, "Yeah." I asked why. He laughed and said, "Just think of what we can learn!" I wanted to interrogate him further, but he glitched out of the room.

188 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8424 16:39

I had a dream my bed was trying to hit on me and had a female text to speech voice and said it was gonna wear lingerie and stuff. And there was like a sexy nightgown thing on laying on the bed.

189 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8425 07:29

A game that I backed on Kickstarter in 2012, which drained all of its budget away with poor management and staffing, leaving it funded out of pocket and still not released got a release date announcement trailer.

190 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8425 11:48

My apartment building installed some metal grate which could only be opened from the inside and nearly left me locked out.

Then I met the Counter Strike dev team.

191 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8427 21:27

I was swimming in the ocean with my family, when I was attacked by a great white shark. It came up from underneath, swallowed me legs-first, and bit in deep around my midriff. Then it dragged me under the surface. I struggled but the teeth were sunk in deep and my movements were somehow sluggish and weak. I realised that I was going to die. Without the slightest hesitation, I just accepted my fate and stopped struggling.

192 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8428 02:47

A bunch of pale, lifeless, naked bodies, some covered in blood and most were dismembered, they were lining a house. I was there, and people were taking pictures. I think it was an art exhibit.

193 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8428 16:00

I was going to post on DQN but my alarm woke me up before I could make a post. I wonder what I was going to write?

194 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8428 16:56

>>193

prolly ''deez nuts lmfao''

I had a dream I hugged a cucumber and then fell down a flight of stairs. Odd.

195 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8429 10:49

A dream where I was being choked, then I was humping someone against the locker I had in middle school. Dreams where I'm having conversations that I plan on having in a few days.

196 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8429 12:08

I was breakdancing at work, I did the worm.

197 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8431 08:28

I had a nice satisfying dream about feeding my dog and doing the dishwasher.

198 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8431 12:44

I was at a christmas party at my grandma's house. I was trying to fall asleep on the couch but some loud niggers were there so I went outside to try to sleep on the porch swing but the niggers followed me there. Then I was playing League of Legends and it was being narrated by the loud niggers. In my dream they kept saying that it was LoL but it looked suspiciously like Warsong Gulch from a really old version of World of Warcraft. I'm not sure if the "LoL" match was a dream within a dream when I finally fell asleep in my dream or if it was taking place within the same layer of dream and was just a random venue change.

199 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8434 03:33

I've been dreaming a lot about going blind.

200 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8443 17:45

I had a dream I was reading a sort of autobiography written by an ex before she killed herself. (She is probably still alive IRL.) It read more like an inventory, and the last thing I remember reading was the first two lines from a section titled "Sexual activity."

201 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8451 17:47

I had a dream where I witnessed the creators of My Little Pony ask the staff of DC Comics to give them all epic origin stories.

I wondered how they could do it, given how many origin stories are based on huge tragedies.

202 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8468 17:11

A sadistic old cat slipped into my home and would act friendly and then try to bite my fingers off. Meanwhile, a small horde of rapidly mutating bugs were devouring everything in the kitchen and getting bigger by the second.

I woke up while I was out looking for a can of gasoline so I could burn my house down and kill those gross-ass fucks.

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204 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8472 12:55

I was some kind of Cory Doctrow billionaire character who had nothing to do and just rented things to entertain me but never really held on to anything. I went to New York to see the unveiling of President Trump's first cloned T-Rex.

205 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8482 15:37

I remember making a documentary about Chinese women. It was a discussion about fresh off the boat vs westernized women.

206 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8483 21:05

A strong breeze picked me up and blew me away like a leaf.

207 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8507 18:10

I had a dream where I was at some comic book convention. Someone was selling genuine Usagi Tsukino style school uniforms. I wanted to buy one, but it was $345, and I couldn't afford it.

208 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8515 21:27

I made myself a Christmas card full of pictures of my face and posted a short video of it on Facebook:

>"Who could have gotten me this thoughtful card?"
>open card, revealing note from myself

209 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8519 22:18

I got a job as a gun runner, but instead of something cool like delivering guns to rebels in Africa or some PMC I would deliver guns and ammo to old people who were too sick to leave their house. They would call me and tell me what they wanted and I would go to wal-mart and buy it and deliver it to them.

210 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8519 22:29

I was back in school and had forgotten to study for a computer science test. The test was in latin and I had to conjugate some verbs for some reason but I didn't know how to conjugate them. I knew I was going to get a 29% on the test.

211 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8533 18:26

I was playing scrabble with a Japanese girl. She misspelled "Antarctica" as "Anticarpenter".

212 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8535 17:01

I was driving at breakneck speed down this dry riverbed with my little brother in the passenger seat. He's poking away at his phone when I notice this huge wall of water coming down the riverbed behind us. As water starts to fill the river, I'm yelling at my idiot brother to roll up his window and he's just going "why?" over and over specifically to piss me off. "Suit yourself" I say as I climb out of the car and jump to the riverbank and watch him get swept off to sea.

Never liked that little asshole anyway.

213 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8535 19:46

I remember meeting a group of people trapped in a building. Someone of them said to me "We have to use magic." My response was "Do I look like Harry Potter? I don't know magic."

214 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8541 22:20

This enchantress type broad had a guy tied to a big wooden pole on a beach. She was squatting down in front of him, drawing an elaborated pattern in the sand and placing small weird shaped metal objects on the pattern. I suggested to the guy that he not look at the pattern and he said he wouldn't, but all three of us knew he would, so I palmed one of the metal thingies and hid it.

She got all mad about it and chased me around yelling until I woke up.

215 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8542 03:59

I was trying to make some kind of light up disc invention. I couldn't get the pieces to adhere together and the lighting implements were too dim and unreliable.

216 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8544 20:29

I remember seeing a news video about a revolver with a square cylinder which held 4 cube-shaped bullets. My only thought was "How is that supposed to work?"

217 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8544 21:24

My family and I were walking down a street at night. I saw three marbled whites on a hawthorn bush and insisted that we all stop and feed them marshmallows.

I love butterfly dreams, they're the best.

218 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8545 08:01

dreams about burgs all the time and im vegetarian, or dreams about lolis

219 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8545 11:16

While trying to befriend some kittens I happened to meet a childhood friend I haven't seen in years. His imouto hugged me and kissed me on the forehead, and then he and I took a bath together in the hull of a canoe that was at the side of the room while he talked about how hard it is to get a bathtub installed.

>>218

> Dreams about lolis

I'm jealous.

220 Name: (iœjΔͺͺͺ²iœj) : 1993-09-8545 16:17

My research group and I were making fresh spaghetti.

221 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8547 13:41

I remember being in the passenger seat of a 1996 Corvette. I couldn't see the driver, but I could see that we were going 180 MPH.

222 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8547 23:45

I had a dream that I was living with a German family through some exchange program, and that they had a bunch of completely bizarre unspoken rules that they were very strict about enforcing, and that weren't written down anywhere. I'm not talking about the usual stuff you hear from Germany, I mean arbitrary shit like "don't use a computer at specific times of the day", which, come on, nobody is going to be disturbed if I use my laptop in the middle of the day. I can't really remember any specific examples other than that one, but the basic premise in itself stuck with me.

223 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8548 09:55

I dreamed that I was sucking my own dick, I sucked really hard and my bladder collapsed. I woke up having to pee urgently.

224 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8574 16:50

Mark Zuckerberg was giving a speech somewhere about how awesome globalism is for everybody but white people. He was wearing a pink bunny suit and had grown a fairly obvious hitler 'stache. Someone in the audience, might have been me, yelled "But you're white!" and he got mad and said "NO I'M JEWISH AND RICH YOU IDIOT GET HIM OUT OF HERE" and then continued his speech.

Then I was alone in the back seat of an old station wagon careening dangerously down an empty expressway and thinking I should probably get up front and drive this thing.

225 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8582 12:15

My mother told me about a recent piece of research claiming that you should aim to have at least three hugs per day.

226 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8588 07:04

I was a high ranking Nazi officer/Hitler's personal pilot. At some point, Hitler wanted to throw a cat out the back door of the plane, and I wrestled with him until he changed his mind. Later we were sitting in a two-seater variant of the Su-47 (with a tiny forward window instead of a proper canopy) and flying to a farm, where he wanted me to meet my future wife. We landed outside the farmhouse but as I approached it, it caught fire, and we helped evacuate the residents.

227 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8588 08:29

>>223
I've had dreams like that, except my bladder didn't collapse and I woke up wet and sticky.The worst part was realizing I couldn't actually suck my own dick.

228 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8588 15:13

229 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8590 17:22

I had a dream where somebody left several snakes outside my front door. They were blue and looked like they had sapphires for scales. I turned around to get away from the snakes, but I found that there were more sapphire snakes behind me. I didn't know where I could go to avoid the snakes and I was afraid of getting a deadly snake bite when I would try to escape.

230 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8591 17:11

I came across a large tank of water in an upscale building of some sort, and decided it needed fish. So I added a bunch of goldfish first, then random fish from nearby ponds and rivers. I swam with them while the water was still clean. I went out to get fish food and when I came back other people had thrown in even more fish of all types and there were huge clumps of grass and mud floating on the water surface. That made me mad and I yelled at some little kid then woke up.

231 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8595 16:10

I was inside a building that needed to be demolished. I didn't have any explosives or heavy machinery, so I had to do something different. I collected several microphones, amps, and big speakers. I pointed the microphones at the speakers, ran from the building, and remotely turned the amp to 11. I didn't see or hear if the building was demolished.

232 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8630 17:11

I was reading some french texts that blended into each other, and someone told me: "you are allowed to overcome things"

233 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8630 20:32

>>227
You're not missing much except for having a dick in your mouth, and it's not somebody else's. It feels bigger than it looks.

If you want to try, do it at the end of the day rather than just after waking up, and start by letting gravity do the work: lie on your back, then throw your legs over your head, resting mostly on your shoulders with your elbows only propping you up (hands on hips, helping keep your ass in the air if needed), and try to keep your legs close to the floor without touching it. After a few minutes you'll have adjusted to the stretching and will be able to get your dick closer to your face, because for some reason that's what you want. Uncurl yourself slowly. Do this several days in a row for more effect. Don't fart because it might not just be gas with this level of thoracic compression.

234 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8634 23:28

In real life last night I saw a pic my ex posted being lovey-dovey with her new boyfriend. Then I had a dream that I met her at a shopping mall. She introduced a nerdy Asian guy and said, "Meet my boyfriend, Wee Ping." I thought "haha, that sounds like small penis!" I woke up within the dream and told her about the dream on Facebook. In response she sent me a picture with a list of the "Top 10 OK things" about our last month together as a couple, alongside a picture of a 2D girl comforting a guy between her boobs. But they weren't just OK things, they were all really sweet and she clearly still had feelings for me. I felt like crying. She demanded I tell her 10 OK things in return. I wanted to do it right then, but my wife was around and I couldn't risk getting caught so said I'd have to reply later.

Then I woke up for real, left with the reality that my ex's new boyfriend is actually super hot, and I'm sure she is not thinking about me nearly as much as I'm thinking about her, even though I'm the married one.

235 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8638 17:12

I dreamed that I really needed to pee, but Yui Igarashi was sitting on my legs and said "Not until I give you permission." She said "Igive you permissions now" and she left me alone. I immediately woke up and peed.

236 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8640 14:08

>>235
You have dreams about specific JAV actresses? I'm slightly jealous.

237 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8641 19:29

I was at a Japanese high school and I was playing basketball with some of the kids out in the yard. For some reason no one found it odd that a white guy in his mid 20s was there, but they all thought I didn't understand Japanese. Later we went inside to watch a video for class and had to sit cross-legged on the floor, I accidentally bumped shoulders with one of the male students and without thinking I said "ah, suman" and suddenly they all started crowding around me like "UWAA SUGOI GAIJIN-SAN HONTOU NI NIHONGO SHABERERU?".

238 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8645 17:55

I had a dream where I was in a video game arcade and I was playing the coin pushing machine. Someone left the arcade and forgot to take their tokens from another coin pushing machine. I used those tokens and got a $750 USD prize.

239 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8646 09:05

Most dreams I've remembered for the past seven years or so follow the same formula. I dream that I am in some place from when I was much younger, (high school, my dormitory at university, the house I grew up in, etc.). I have to interact with someone somehow - speak to a classmate, send an email to an acquaintance, whatever.

But I left all these things behind because I couldn't stand them. The people I must speak to are always the annoying ones, the emails I must write are always to people I hate.

I thinkgHaven't I already done this? I already left this behind. I don't want to do this any more.h I wonder if I'm dreaming, but I can't be sure. So I decide to play it safe and do whatever thing I'm supposed to do. After all, if it's real, I must satisfy my societal obligations.

And then I wake up, and I go to my job, and I have to sit next to the fat vegan who laughs too much in a high-pitched voice, and I have to talk to the guy who goes to the gym and thinks he's informed about politics, and I smile politely when everyone won't shut up about the Palestinian conflict. I wonder if this, too, is a dream.

240 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8666 02:21

Met up with a bunch of imageboard nerds and it turned out they were all 16-ish instead of twenty-something. They all kept spouting some House related meme.

241 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8666 14:52

>>239
I also have had recurring dreams for several years. However, the situation is always me being naked in a crowded city and trying to find clothes before getting arrested for public nudity. I would often use optical illusions used in Austin Powers movies to hide my penis from the public so I wouldn't get arrested.
>>237
I would sometimes dream that I just got off the plane in one of the airports in Tokyo, and some men would ask "Nikushoku Danshi? Soshoku Danshi?" I would always be unsure about how to answer that.

Does any man really care if some tourist is a herbivore man or not? I'm sure there are women who might like to know, but I am not sure if men care if tourists are herbivore men or not.

242 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8669 21:30

I had a dream where I was with BBC's Top Gear crew in an Australian desert. We were beating the hell out of cars that we hated. One of the cars that I hated had a robot voice chip in it, and when I crashed the car, the robot voice stopped. It felt really satisfying.

243 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8678 12:41

I was in a futuristic dystopia city. My mom and some other people were trying to protest by graffitiing a museum exhibit several times, but eventually they got caught and arrested. I felt like something was suspicious beforehand and bailed, so I didn't get arrested. Doppelgangers of several people were showing up, and my dad's invited me to take a walk and smoke a joint as we tried to figure things out. As we were walking my friend commented on a gangster's murder saw thing. He overheard and threatened me with it. I think there was a rich mermaid.

244 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8678 21:28

I was playing one of those dull-ass click&wait town building mobile games, except it was taking up a bunch of floor space and all the townsfolk were tiny genetically engineered cartoony mice who were trying to steal my pizza and cheetos puffs. When they started building a suburb in my bedroom I went Godzilla on the thieving little fucks

245 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8685 11:22

I was walking up a steep street in my home town. I passed a shop which had printed on the window, in small letters, "NATIONBLOB NATIONS NATIONY".

246 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8694 14:28

Everyone in my house was arming up and in a quietly paranoid state, certain that the Enemy (whoever that was) was just outside and about to break in. I snuck out of the house and looked around. Not only was there nobody else around, but there was just a vast empty plain in the unnatural blue moonlight, with the occasional couch or table scattered about. The grass was giant sheets of green crafting felt.

247 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8694 16:35

I was walking alongside a river in a canyon. The Angel of the North of was just visible over the horizon. I entered a café and this song was being played inside.

248 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8700 20:31

I had a dream where I was having sex with a cosplayer who had huge boobs. She was cosplaying as Sailor Jupiter and she didn't take off all of her costume to have sex, and that just made it even more exciting for me.

249 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8701 02:18

I had a dream that every cute girl who ever smiled at me came back and confessed her love. One was my friend's wife and I thought it was pretty fucked up considering my friend was standing right there.

250 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8701 14:54

I had a dream I could interpret dreams and I should stop reading introductory guides to Lacan already.

251 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8701 21:26

>>248
I fucked a girl in a Snow White costume once. Quite the ride.

252 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8706 18:14

I was an advisor to a king or some kind of nobleman, the land he was ruling over was recently conquered and there was still a lot of unrest and an active insurgency going on. The setting kind of resembled Caesar in Gaul, the king and his men were very "Romanesque" and the conquered people were some kind of tribal forest-dwellers. I was also a member of the conquered tribe and held some secret sympathies for the insurgency but I also felt that the rule of the new king would be for the best. There were some kind of magic users from the tribe that could control animals, and one of them possessed the king's dog and made it do a funny dance and then run off into the forest. I laughed at it when I saw it and the king got offended and almost had me executed for laughing but changed his mind when I reassured him that if they had meant actual harm they could have just made the dog attack him.

253 Name: (iœjΔͺͺͺ²iœj) : 1993-09-8706 20:52

Norm MacDonald was racing for Toyota

254 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8706 21:05

>>251 That's nothing, I once fucked seven dwarves at once!

255 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8707 05:03

I had a dream where I was transformed into a magic girl. My arm magically changed shape and a glove then appeared over it. I was terrified and was glad I was able to wake up.

256 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8723 20:39

I received an email to say that I was one of two candidates accepted for interview to an internship. They said that both of us were probably better suited to a career in politics, but they were willing to give each of us a chance. They also wrote that they thought it was very unprofessional of me to have written "I have a big penis" in my application.

257 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8726 10:40

>>253
I'd watch it

258 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8741 20:35

Had a little fadeout at my desk which involved some knockout black actress sidling up to me, caressing the side of my face and whispering "kick my ass" into my ear as she curled into my lap. Coming to and seeing my computer sitting there waiting for me to get back to work was... disappointing.

259 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8742 00:27

I went to some sort of space station that was actually an amusement park. The premise was you went into the sewers to hunt Tyranids. They lowered you in through a manhole cover with two guardsmen and two Space Marines along with weapons and supplies. I wandered around a lot but didn't see any Tyranids but I noticed one of the Space Marines was lost. I was going to look for him but one of the attendants told me all the guardsmen and Space Marines weren't real. So I left the sewers and then I was in the casino part or something like that. I got bored and woke up.

260 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8742 13:15

DQN-kun waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were tyranids in the sewers. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warning to (*߁[ί) were not listenend to, and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.

261 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8749 15:39

I was walking past a church and trying to work out some mathematical problem in my head. It had something to do with factorials, maybe about how factorial numbers are distributed? I feel like I was on the verge of discovering some deep mathematical truth when I was rudely woken up.

262 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8749 23:25

I dreamed that I replaced everything with a Boston Red Sox or Chicago White Sox emblem with a Shimoneta SOX emblem. Soon afterwards, baseball stadiums were crowded with people wearing the Shimoneta SOX emblem.

263 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8750 02:13

>>261
Ir^2

264 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8750 07:38

>>261 Freaky, I was thinking about that as you posted it, about feeling close to a great discovery but what is the feeling that you feel when you think you're close to something? I get something like that from huffing nitrous, everything splits and splits and splits and splits to almost infinity, but never quite getting there. Like the distance between fingertips in The Creation Of Adam, or being 0.999999999... and it not really feeling quite like 1. I read a book recently, The Humans by Matt Haig, which is about a professor who cracks the Riemann Hypothesis but is then killed and replaced by aliens, because humans couldn't handle the power that would come from his discovery. Maybe this happens often

265 Name: (iœjΔͺͺͺ²iœj) : 1993-09-8750 17:33

Got nuked

266 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8751 22:48

woke up and there was a bunch of colorful Sleestak costumes in my closet and then I woke up again

267 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8778 07:22

I was running late for work and dashed out of the house to find the world in a state of perpetual twilight. I got on a different bus than usual. I didn't recognize the number, but I was in a hurry and pretty sure it was going the right general direction. As I was trying to figure out where the bus was going, a young beautiful Chinese girl grabbed me by the arm and said, "we need to get off here."

I let her pull me off the bus and then saw why she had done so. The walls were about to go up. In the distance, a line of majestic steel walls began to shoot up toward the heavens, accompanied by fireworks. The walls stretched farther than the eye could see, and were tall enough to reach space.

So, this was the new great wall of China. This was a historical moment that I would never forget. I knew these were not walls built to keep out Mongolian invaders, but to protect us from the sun which was increasing to deadly temperatures.

268 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8778 13:06

I dreamed that the sickle in the hammer and sickle is actually the tentacle of the Red God that communists worship.

269 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8780 08:59

God I fucking wish.

270 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8780 15:34

A guy joined an initiatory order devoted to some form of Eastern mysticism. Eventually, he realized that pretending to be a hedgehog was not his final goal, but only the beginning of his journey.

Verif: gobeable

271 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8782 00:11

>>270
Gotta go fast?

272 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8785 22:04

Tokiko was a guest at my house, but he was very ungrateful. He wouldn't drink any of the beers I had, opting instead to complain about the beverage choices while feeding his Venus flytraps in the corner of the living room.

273 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8786 12:29

>>272 I had the same dream! I woke up and my bedsheets were all wet and sticky!

274 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8833 15:32

I was hanging out with an old friend, and we ended up in some kind of really laid back military training situation. As the newbie, I was told to go to the end of the line, but everyone was just spread out around this big room, lounging on all sorts of chairs, couches and benches. On a TV, two guys in King Kong and the Lost in Space robot mascot costumes were beating up on each other WWF style.

275 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8837 11:24

Blind guy with youtube loading spinners for eyes

276 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8844 14:17

I found an apple that had gummi worms in it.

277 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8846 04:40

>>271
Yeah my subconscious was likely making a Sonic reference.

278 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8850 12:57

I was watching a focus group pre-screening of some new movie. An attractive, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl was running through an African jungle with a flamethrower. Natives were trying to stop her but she'd just burn them down with the flamethrower, along with any trees and foliage that were in the way. Later on she was back home in some highrise apartment and her friends came to visit, one of them was Jason Alexander. When they asked me what I thought of the movie I said that some people might find the opening scene in the jungle kind of racist and uncomfortable but that what had offended me personally the most was George Costanza out of nowhere.

279 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8850 18:11

I was crawling up a grassy hillside with vibrators strewn everywhere, while explaining to someone why I didn't want to emigrate to the US.

280 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8851 23:10

I was flying through the air, or more sort of gliding really, jumping from one rooftop to another across a small town on a lakeshore, while wearing the cute frilly dress I bought a few weeks ago. The sun was shining and I felt so light and free. It was genuinely the happiest I've felt in quite a while.

When I woke up, I suddenly realised that everyone below me would've been able to see up my skirt and was quite embarrassed, before remembering that they don't actually exist.

281 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8852 08:23

I was a mercenary adventurer travelling with a vampire loli in a fantasy world. She hired me to help her kill her father who was king of the vampires or some shit. She recruited me by saying that things would be better under her, since even though she planned to continue in all the cruelty and sadism of the previous vampire king, it'd be a cute ageless loli doing it and not some old man.

282 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8852 08:26

I was bummed out for like 3 hours when I woke up from that dream and discovered that it wasn't reality.

283 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8852 13:56

I ran a bath and forgot about it, when I thought "why is the cat running a bath?" I ran upstairs and discovered I'd left all my towels in the bath so they were soaking wet. It was a very exciting dream.

284 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8855 12:43

Had a dream I was travelling to china for some reason. When I woke up, I was really relieved that I wasn't going to china, but I'm not sure why.

285 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8858 03:43

>>281
This neeeds to be a manga.

286 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8862 13:48

I was in some sort of acting crew and for some reason I had been tasked with re-performing Gwyneth Paltrow receiving the oscar for her performance in Shakespeare in Love. I spent a good while trying to get into character and practicing a surprise gasp and tearing up (for which I recieved some strange looks from a couple of passerby).

When it was finally my turn, I put on an extremely poignant performance which left everyone in awe, but when I thanked Harvey Weinstein, I was interrupted. "Did she really thank Weinstein?" I was asked, with an accusatory tone, as if I was taking the issue really lightly, to which I responded "Yeah, I watched the whole thing on Youtube."

287 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8889 22:46

some sort of salad with a spicy dressing, can't remember what the ingredients are

288 Name: (iœjΔͺͺͺ²iœj) : 1993-09-8890 05:48

DEENK DEENK DEENK

290 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8893 17:26

Buncha old black dudes with white hair and beards standing around. When I got closer to them, I saw that it wasn't hair, but bubble bath foam.

291 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8900 16:20

I was getting people to place a bet on who would win this fight:
Usagi Tsukino
Usagi Jojimbo

292 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8937 20:59

I was with at the all-you-can-eat diner with my friend, when he pointed out a stranger with exposed erection, pointing out he had one too. He coaxed the stranger over to our table and the stranger to give him a handjob under the table. He then promptly left giving the stanger a grab on the ass as he left, only to return quickly to give his name to the stranger. I then found myself at dj gig, where the djs were a bunch of black kids. I went to buy some snacks off some guy. Who offered me a piece of paper as well for some reason.

I woke up to find myself paralysed (not through sleep paralysis but through fear of a dark shadow in my room I believe.)

293 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8937 21:35

I was a crow, standing in a grassy field. There was a small bundle at my feet, which I unwrapped with my beak to find a battered and slightly dented tin teacup. I picked it up in my beak and then flew downhill towards a river, with the intention of filling it with water. I landed on a narrow concrete walkway on the riverbank, just below a weir, but then saw that the water was an unpleasant greenish colour and had odd little yellow patches of scum floating in it, and decided not to fill my teacup with it after all.

294 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8946 11:04

It was a hot, sunny, late August afternoon, the first day of school after the end of summer break. The school was my childhood middle school, but in my dream it was a high school. I get my class schedule for the year and walk around the school for a bit. After that the school day is over and I'm walking home. The road home runs through the more closely packed houses and apartments of the suburbs and all the way to the end of town where the outlying farmlands begin, and where my school is, and despite being fairly busy there's no sidewalk in some places. It was kind of a mix between the street I live on right now and the similar street that led to my childhood school.
I'm walking home and come across a black frog. I almost step on it because it was so well hidden but it hops indignantly out of the way with a loud croak at the last second. Then a skinny, shaggy black dog appears in front of me, standing between a few trees. I notice she looks kind of wild and doesn't have a collar on. I approach cautiously and try to walk past her without alarming her, but she runs over to me, jumps up on its back legs and gently, playfully nips me on my left wrist, then sits down and cocks her head at me. I'm still trying to ignore her and walk home but she starts following me. I start yelling at her, banging on fences and trees, slapping her a bit on the butt and snout, trying to get her to stop following, but she thinks I'm playing and starts running along with me, running back and forth, bending her front legs, snapping playfully at my ankles. She ends up following me like that all the way home, which looks exactly like my mother's current apartment but with the backyard from my childhood house.
The dog comes inside with me. I give her a bowl of water and decide that I'll ask my parents if I can keep her when they get home. I decide to start trying to train her a bit. She tries to nip me again but I say "ah, manners!" and give her a gentle flick on the snout, she gets the idea immediately and quiets down and sits down at my feet. I pat her head and call her a good girl. At this point my older brother walks in, irl I'm an only child but I recognize him as my older brother in the dream. He's in his late teens and just graduated school that year. He sees the dog, says something like "haha, mom and dad are gonna be pissed" then starts playing with it. The two of us lean on the sill of the window that overlooks the front yard of the apartment building, where someone is working on their car in the grass. We watch him for a bit and chat about what I planned to do after highschool . I say I'm thinking of joining the army, he says it's a good idea and I should talk to the school counselor about it. We take the dog out back and play with her on the lawn for a bit. A car pulls into the parking lot, it's my (our?) parents. We show them the dog, I show them that I've already trained her a bit, and they say that we can keep her. I wake up.

295 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8946 11:05

it was a really vivid dream that went on for basically the entire night

296 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8947 18:36

I had the same dream! A truly vivid shade of black, like I had lost consciousness for at least 7 hours. The ending was a mess though.

297 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 01:03

An attractive woman began massaging my big toe. She massaged from the cuticle up, slowly pushing out all the grime underneath my toenail, and also pushing out my ingrown toenail so it was cured. It felt good.

Then she took the grime that she had pushed out and ate it. I found this both disgusting and arousing. She repeated the process with my other toes. I woke up feeling slightly horny and disappointed that I still had ingrown toenails.

298 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 01:11

I flew across the ocean, ostensibly to see my old friend, but really because I knew my ex was going to be there. Sure enough, she appeared with her new boyfriend and when she saw me she squealed and immediately pounce-hugged me. We fell underneath the table, and hidden by the tablecloth she kissed me. Then we got up and had to act like it didn't happen.

Later that evening her boyfriend was sleeping and she was awake and looking at me with longing eyes. Hidden beneath the covers she kissed me again and started crying. I wanted to tell her I had always been thinking of her but I didn't want to speak for fear of being overheard.

When I woke up I felt pretty depressed once I realized it was just a dream. I will probably never see my ex again because she lives in a different country with a boyfriend, plus I'm married now. I don't regret leaving my ex for my current wife but I also miss her terribly. Why isn't good ever good enough? Why can't we just be content with what we have?

299 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 01:59

I was in the house I grew up in with my older brother. Somehow, bees had completely filled the area between the first and second floors with beehive stuff and honey, and the ceiling was rotting out in huge chunks. My brother said "Let me get the bee spray" while I tried to find a way out.

300 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 13:30

I took a higher dose of my sleeping pill than normal but one of the side effects is vivid dreams. It actually made me wake up more instead of helping me sleep. I woke up 6-7 times last night instead of my usual 1-2. Most times, I had a separate dream or nightmare.

Instead of going into the details of all of them, I wonder: do you have multiple dreams/nightmares per night, or just one? Almost every time I woke up, I remembered a different dream.

301 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 14:19

>>300
I sometimes have several, yeah.

302 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 17:47

>>300 Apparently you have lots of dreams every night, but your brain doesn't remember most of them.

303 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8989 18:34

It's your nipples that do the remembering, usually.

304 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8991 18:29

Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev was giving a press conference regarding the fall of the Soviet Union on Fox News, wearing a white t-shirt with merely the word "Gorbachev" written across the chest in black Arial font. I got up, went into the bathroom, and angrily shaved my beard in protest.

This morning when I looked in the mirror I realized I hadn't shaved my beard and that Khrushchev has been dead for 46 years.

305 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8993 16:42

I was studying abroad in Australia. But instead of it being a solid land mass (like the continent actually is), it was a bunch of tiny islands next to each other. My gdorm roomh was a tiny islands and I had to drive a boat to get anywhere. The island was only as big as the dorm room itself.

I capsized my boat because of turning too quickly. I tried to flip it over, which caused it to sink. It was close enough to my island that I was able to swim back to it. But when people I knew heard about it, they got upset and wanted to dive into the ocean to retrieve the boat. So we put on diver gear and went underwater, which was very scary for me.

There was a huge school of fish that looked like a combination of fish and octopi. The boat was somewhere nearby but I was too freaked out by being in the ocean with lots of fish and also not knowing what was in the rest of the water that I couldnft see. Then a big shark came by. I donft remember if it attacked anyone or not but I wanted to get a harpoon for safety. I did indeed get a harpoon but then the shark bit and bent the harpoon, making it useless. It was about this time that I started to regret living in an area without solid land.

I am not going to be studying abroad in Australia, but I will be going to another country soon. Maybe this is a reflection of my subconscious dread about the trip. It will be fun but it will also be intensely different from my current country and it might be stressful to get used to it.

306 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8993 19:33

Post in a thread. Knowing how it works enables winning. Losing means the board gets slightly worse. That's how to play the textboard game.

307 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8994 06:44

>>305
You are going to die on that trip,

308 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8994 16:32

>>307
god I hope so

kill me now, it hurts to live

309 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8995 14:15

I had a dream where the world was mostly water and it rained all the time. Thunder and lightning was really hardcore, to the point that it could destroy buildings, so this dream world had different construction design, centered around rain and protection from lightning bolts. Lots of reinforced metal, gutters, flood relief zones, almost no windows, and big lightning rods to attract lightning away from smaller buildings. Instead of having separate shelters, buildings themselves were the disaster shelters. And you couldnft go outside during the really bad weather.

In the dream, I decided to be edgy and go out during one of the hardcore storms. I donft really remember what happened because then I woke up.

310 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8995 14:57

69ing a hot scoffing dominant manga girl

311 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8995 15:51

>>309
Thats some pretty elaborate world building for a dream.

312 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8995 16:58

>>311
I take a sleeping pill that makes dreams more vivid. It can be good or bad. Dreams are better but nightmares are worse.

313 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-8999 16:10

I had a dream where lots of shit happened that I forget, but what I did remember was that an alien creature was attacking me and I had to pour milk on it to get it to leave me alone. The milk hurt it somehow. However, I only had a gallon of milk, so eventually I ran out. It knew I had a finite supply of milk. Then I woke up.

314 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 13:42

I don't remember too much of it, but my family was operating some sort of inn/hotel with a very quaint interior layout where I had some minor position. For some reason I had three different handguns in a drawer in my room, which was a dangerous situation because they were highly illegal.

315 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 14:39

>>314
Guns should be legal. Gun control is all about disarming law-abiding citizens and dies nothing to stop criminals. The government wants passive citizens who canft put up a fight if the government decides to become an authoritarian regime. Only soldiers and police will have guns, but they are acting in the best interests of the state. Sure, criminals will still have guns, but there arenft very many of them. Governments see maintaining their power as a higher priority than allowing civilians to protect themselves from criminals or totalitarianism.

316 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 14:41

>>315
no one asked you

317 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 14:43

>>316
Are you upset because this goes against the indoctrination youfve received in liberal academia?

People donft like to think critically about their beliefs. But sometimes, you really should.

318 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 16:12

>>317
No, I am completely indifferent to your political opinion, which is worthless in a dream thread and even in context is still worthless. Why I am even responding to low hanging fruit from a sociopath like yourself is what I should really be thinking critically about.

319 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 22:20

>>318
If you disagree with someone, call them names. That'll show 'em. People will listen to you when you insult them. Cool.

/dqn/ is a SAFE SPACE. NO DISCUSSIONS ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN SAFE TOPICS ALLOWED. SJIS ART AND FORCED MEMES ARE THE ONLY THINGS ALLOWED HERE. NO CRITICAL THINKING.

320 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9003 22:29

god fuck off already

321 Name: >>319 : 1993-09-9003 23:52

just kill yourself already

322 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9004 00:23

>>320-321
There is no need to be upset.

323 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9004 04:59

So people here used racial slurs towards me and told me to kill myself. But I'M the problem.

Do any of you have any self-awareness at all?

324 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9004 05:34

There's no racial slurs here, so you're just dragging drama over from somewhere else. You're not a victim, you just like attention on an Anonymous site. Just join Reddit or something already, this site isn't meant for you.
vc: fefe

325 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9004 05:44

And in an ideal world no-one would have responded, so there was nothing for you to grab onto and it would appear it was just one person in an echo chamber, but oh well. No doubt you would have just sockpuppeted until someone latched on.

326 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9004 12:34

>>319 It's not about "safe spaces" or "critical thinking", I just don't need any more trite edgy opinions recycled from the dregs of other sites. It's embarrassing.

327 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9005 18:18

This morning I remembered that I had drawn a somewhat substantial comic a couple years ago, except as I got to a more lucid phase I slowly realized I didn't remember hardly any plot or art details, a single line of dialogue, nor where I had squirreled away a single sheet of it.

mfw somewhere in the back of my head I believed a previous dream or series of dreams in which I'd drawn it, but only when I was asleep.

328 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9005 18:56

>>327
I've had similar experiences, such as waking up and calling out to the qt I was sexxing, only to realise there was never a qt at all

329 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9005 19:44

>>328
It's actually the most frequent kind of dream I notice, where some sort of epic mythos has accumulated over the space of months of dreams aaaand here is where you forget it all, lel

This one just hurt particularly bad because it wasn't even memories of something exciting I was losing, but of a laborious process that had I actually done it I might be pretty good at it now.

330 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 00:29

I dreamt that a big scandal had broke about the new god of war game being a 1 for 1 ripoff of minecraft.

331 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 01:26

I once went to get the ice cold coke I was sure I had stored in the fridge only to realize it was a dream and my fridge is actually empty.

332 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 01:27

I was the only guy in a college music class full of attractive college girls. For some reason the next exercise required everybody to be naked. So everybody stripped and it was extremely hard to keep my eyes on my notes as I was surrounded by hot naked women writhing around. The teacher, who was more my age, came over and stuck her boobs in my face and seductively asked me what I thought. I thought, man, is this gonna lead to what I hope it leads to?

But unfortunately the dream changed then.

333 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 09:54

Once, as a child, I had a dream in which my grandpa brought all his donkeys through the living room, one by one, so I could feed each of them a carrot. There were dozens. The dream ended when one of them bit my dick instead.

334 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 13:12

I drove down to the mall to meet my younger brother who was hanging out there with his friends, and he have me what looked like a small mushroom cap but was apparently weed. Which was a dangerous situation because it was highly illegal.

335 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 15:21

I haven't had a dream, but I'm gonna have one soon!

336 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 16:38

I had another dream about getting choked. I woke up out of breath. I think I have sleep apnea.
>>334
Weed isn't dangerous.

337 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 16:44

>>336
Weed isn't dangerous, but the law is.

338 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 16:50

>>337
You're not gonna get caught. Lots of people smoke.

339 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 17:45

please at least wait a hundred post or so

340 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9006 18:58

341 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9008 05:22

Married a shark

342 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9008 18:46

Dreamed that my great aunt and great uncle died. I was super broken up about it, sobbing and crying and stuff. They're kind of assholes though, I don't think I'd be that upset irl if they actually died.

343 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9008 19:28

>>342
Everyone dies eventually. For some of my really old family members who passed away, they were kind of relieved when they were on their deathbed. Being old can mean having chronic pain, needing assistance to go to the bathroom, not remembering basic things, worrying about being a financial burden on younger generations, etc.

When you're healthy, happy, and successful, death seems bad. When you're old and miserable, death seems more welcome.

344 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9010 01:45

I was at some kind of talent school. I have absolutely no talent in anything, so I had been removed, but nobody knew and I stuck around for a bit, so they probably assumed that I was still signed up.

345 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9011 15:07

Schoolniversity dream.

Wake up in a lecture hall where school chemistry teacher promises all of us doom on an upcoming "optional" state-wide test on September 22, telling us to read the following, she then names elements and some authors whose books we are supposed to read - too quick, I don't catch it, one name repeats for a few of those. I try to look at the notes which an old classmate next to me has been taking, but she missed it either. There are only some details about the test and the doom that awaits us written neatly. I prepare to leave as the teacher interrogates/berates/checks exam or test of some unlucky guy. I pick up some empty wine glasses and go wash them, then put them on a desk and tell some girl waiting her turn that those belong to that guy.

I put my coat on as I go down the stairs avoiding flocks of primary school pupils, but decide to go to a canteen instead turning right (as I would in my school). The canteen is much bigger than it was (NB: I rarely went there at all) with much larger counter, restaurant-like tables and a very nice menu. It's largely empty, a few tables are occupied, another classmate is sitting there drinking his sorrows away (vodka?). There is no line, and I go to order some salad (cooking lady informs me that vegetable ones are gone and offers fruits instead, chopping some grapefruit and kiwi quickly). Some confusion ensues over buckwheat - there is a giant blob of it, a whole mountain - but in the end I get my cutlet, soup and a cup of tea and settle down at an empty table.

(Interrupted by alarm clock)

Still in the canteen, standing with two people. One guy is telling a story, making gestures excitedly, the other one is laughing. I leave their group thinking to myself, "Funny guy. But his badge is missing 'n'." I turn back to take a look. The story guy is wearing a red shirt with a red name tag on it saying, "Ed Times".

346 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9011 15:21

>>345
Oh no, the ending is cut off on the board view and it's the only part I liked!

I must add that "schoolniversity" is the only repeating setting that occurs and the one that I remember most often, as I "don't see" dreams usually or they are induced by thoughts. These take place in a weird mix of my school and my university (as if the former became one of its buildings) and features people from both.

There are some fantasy elements: some repeat like this cafeteria or an absolutely enormous hall in the main building with a large bookstore in the middle (where I found Japanese kemono doujins once and was very excited to get them - only to be frustrated when I woke up without my dream shopping bag) and some happened once, like a campus outside of a city. It even had a yacht club.

347 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9011 15:29

tl;dr

348 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9012 20:44

>>347
Should have watched, lol!

349 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9031 16:14

I had a dream where I was restoring an early 1970s Chevelle. It turned into a nightmare when I discovered that the car needed more repairs than I thought it would, and I was watching the bill get higher and higher. I then faced the question that many people face when restoring cars. That question is "Do I keep spending money on this car until it is restored, or do I just sell the car and accept that I wasted a lot of money on it?"

That kind of question was asked when my parents were having several problems with their cars a few years ago, although they weren't cars that attract car enthusiasts. Both my parents spent about $2000 on repairs before they discovered that they would need to spend much more.

After falling back asleep, I then had a nightmare that I was restoring an RV and being stuck in the same situation.

350 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9035 12:44

I dreamed I went to go see a baseball game and they had one of those events before the game where you can go up and meet the players and get autographs and stuff. When I got up there the only one there was a certain player who's known among the local media for being especially open and friendly. I tried to make some smalltalk about baseball with him but he just gave me the most dead eyed thousand-yard stare you've ever seen and wordlessly slid a signed paper napkin at me across the table. Then later I was playing baseball in a fancy hotel room with expensive pottery and dishes all over the walls. I was standing on a mattress with shards of broken ceramic everywhere, holding a bat. The pitcher, who wasn't one of <team>'s actual real life players like the guy above, just a random dream person who was throwing me the ball, comes over and is giving me pointers on which pitches to swing at and where he as the pitcher wants to put the ball vs where I as the hitter should wait for the ball to end up. I said back to him, "Oh that's cool, I never knew a lot of this stuff. I just play by instinct. Don't think, feel."

351 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9037 17:58

Licked basically all the dirty walls. All of them, in one streak. Don't even ask me how that works.

352 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9059 13:47

I had a dream where sinks were on the floor. I was in a massive maze-like skyscraper that interconnected with other skyscrapers in weird directions, kind of like a 3D maze.

353 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9063 14:11

I was going to the city by train. But the train station was very high-tech and efficient.

Rather than boarding the train car when it arrives, you'd board a car (not on a train) BEFORE the train came. Then, as soon as the train arrived, it would merely shift the passenger car onto the train. It would also move a car off which contained people who wanted to get off at that particular stop. Then it would leave immediately. No more waiting to cram into a car. No more wasted time.

It did seem like a lot of work just to save like 20 seconds, but in the end it did make things faster, even at the cost of extra complexity and more energy usage.

354 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9063 19:54

>>353
Interestingly that's not dissimilar to a concept of high-speed rail-based "personal" public transport by some futurist.
Cars fitting a couple of people would sit on a rail at your stop, like a taxi rank, and you'd get in the front-most one. Then it would get up to speed to join the main rail, merging with other cars going the same route at high speed. At your destination, it would simply switch off to the secondary rail again and halt behind the other cars waiting for passengers, and you'd get off.

355 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9070 14:39

I could fly very easily. It was as exhausting as running though, so you couldn't do it for really long periods of time unless you were really fit.

There were two kinds of techniques for flying. One where you'd move your arms and legs, kind of like swimming, in such a way that you'd stay at the same altitude. Also, the higher up you flew, the harder it got.

But the second way you could do fly was to put effort into swim-flying (best way to describe it) upwards until you were like maybe 50 feet above the attitude you wanted to be, then you'd glide forwards and downwards for a while, just keeping your arms and legs out and coasting downwards, so you could rest for a few seconds while that happened. So you'd go from low to high and back.

There was also a place where you could do laundry on the top of the roof of a couple of skyscrapers. You had to take all your laundry up in the elevators though. For some reason, flying was excluded from this portion of my dream. If you wanted to go to the washer and dryer machines, you had to take the elevators up from one building, then take a walkway from one building to the other. But it was at the top of the building, and it was open, so I got vertigo because you could potentially fall off when crossing rom one building to another.

356 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9070 14:41

Oh, and flying while tired was dangerous. Just because you could fly doesn't mean you could survive falling from a great height. At one point in the dream, I felt tired, and it was difficult to maintain altitude, and I didn't want to fall to my death, so I just stopped.

357 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9077 14:03

I was traveling. I eventually went to some lodge in the middle of nowhere. Saw some old high school friends, like a reunion or something. They were more successful than me and it made me feel bad. Then some people were leaving, but for some reason I didn't want to leave. I think there was a problem with my car, or something else that prevented me from going. Then, when most (or all?) people were gone, a creepy-looking tiny skeleton sprang up and was watching me through the glass door. I kind of danced and it imitated me. Then I played pattycake with it (through the door). I wanted it to leave so that I could get to my car to leave the building. I was concerned about it hurting me if I went outside. Then it started growing taller and bigger and started to grow flesh too, eventually turning into a person. It turned into Freddy Krueger. Then I knew I was fucked because they would be able to break the glass. I don't remember what happened after that.

358 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9086 16:41

First dream: I was doing a made-up sport called "free running" where you'd either run, or sit on a plank and push with your hands on either side -- in order to go down a hill. The hill/course for the free running had a lot of cool stuff. Ponds, rocks, trees, and overall, it was very pretty, like a garden. I think it was on a mountain.

Then I woke up, then went back to sleep again.

Second dream: I was in what looked to be an airport, or some other place where a lot of people were waiting in chairs. There was a snake charmer trying to get a snake out from somewhere. I dropped my glasses near an elevator, but when I was about to get them from the ground, security told me to go back, so I had to wait with no glasses for a while until they realized that I actually dropped them.

Dreams don't make sense.

359 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9088 19:52

I had a dream where I had to take a big trash bag full of spaghetti and pasta sauce up to the top floor of a building. Don't ask why. I really don't know. I was with some other people who were helping me.

The staircase wasn't like a normal building's one. Even though it was all in a building, it was more like this:
https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/long-stairs-to-reach-buddhist-temple-earth-heaven-steps-sky-86955078.jpg

And someone fell down when we were going up. I'm not sure what happened to them, because it seemed like the stairs went on forever. Also, at the top, the air was very thin due to the high altitude, and I couldn't breathe very easily. Then I woke up feeling out of breath.

360 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9089 04:39

I just closed my eyes at work, and suddenly had an intense 5-second dream where a wise old man grabbed me and shouted, "You were not always you!" I think I haven't been getting enough sleep lately.

361 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9090 01:44

I had a dream where I returned to my apartment, and I found it was even more of a shitty mess than it usually was, but I didn't really give a shit. I took a bath and noticed the walls around my shower were covered with greetings signed by at least 50 different people painted with lots of different colors. I thought they were messages from previous tenants that I just didn't notice before, so I didn't pay that much attention.

I finished showering, dressed myself, and then I found there was a girl detective(?) which told me a huge band of teenagers had broken into my apartment and started partying, and that was the reason the apartment was in such disarray. I figured that since the apartment wasn't really that much dirtier than usual, besides a broken laptop that some turd decided to smash against my desktop and the weird painted greetings in the shower, I might as well roll with it and blame the teenagers for my crappy house upkeep and told the detective that she ought to call the landlord to explain everything to her and to get someone to clean everything up.

362 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9093 02:53

I dreamt of being inside an infinitely large tower again. This time, it was some kind of shooting game. I found a weapon hidden inside the wall behind a large T.V..

363 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9093 09:10

I was washing all of my dildos. IRL I only have three, but I had more in the dream, including some more exotically shaped/textured ones. One was covered in this weird yellow goop and, even though it was washing off without much trouble, I was kind of apprehensive about putting it inside of myself again.

364 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9093 09:35

>>363

>I only have three

only? that's still 3 more than I have

365 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9093 09:44

>>364
Sounds like you need more dildos in your life, friend.

366 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9093 09:49

I had a kind of scifi-ish dream. But it was dystopian scifi. I was on some sort of scifi space port thing in the middle of nowhere. Like, it was a man-made building/ship thing, not a planet, just floating in space, far away from anything else. And it was like a slum. Very poor, high crime, etc. It was like a scifi version of a dangerous area in South America. Someone wanted to rob me so they had us to go to an ATM (they wanted me to withdraw money), but I was able to change into a tiny body to escape. Your soul or whatever was like a sim card, and you could easily swap it out into other bodies (like putting a sim card in a phone). I guess they were robotic. Or maybe you could just shrink down to avoid being seen? I don't know. It was weird. But I shrank down to the size of a fly to be unseen. I hid in air vents for a while.

There was no good ending or anything. I just spent the rest of the dream trying to avoid being robbed. Also, gravity was kind of weird. You could sort of float, and it was easy to jump effortless over things, because you were on some space thingamajig instead of a planet. But at one point I was close to the edge of the port and I was worried about falling off. There was nothing for a very long distance in all directions. I got the feeling that some people were stranded here, with no space ships, which was like the scifi equivalent to being homeless. There were a lot of restaurants and bars here too, though it sort of felt like one of those semi-abandoned malls in some places. I guess some people would stop here to refuel or something, but I think some of those people would be attacked/mugged.

367 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9101 20:21

ELAINE and KRAMER appear on an abandoned ship. The ship is slightly
tilted. Through a port window, we can see the ship is partially
surrounded by ice. ELAINE is carrying two phone books.

ELAINE: That's the last of them. Can we go now?

KRAMER: Yeah. Yeah, sure. But you did pick up my phone book, right?

ELAINE: No, these are mine. Kramer! Did you lose your phone book
again?

KRAMER: [Sputters] Maybe. Yeah. Definitely.

ELAINE: Oh, fine. Show me where you put it down.

KRAMER leads ELAINE down a corridor and pauses at the doorway to a
room. The room is wider than can be seen, and there is light from
what must be an open window on the left. A clutter of shelves fills
the right of the room (the tilt of the ship has caused them to
collect). A tattered phone book can be seen on the shelves.

KRAMER: [Pointing, distraught] It's over there.

ELAINE: And you want me to go get it?

KRAMER: [Sputters] Yeah.

ELAINE: Why can't you go get it? What's in the room?

KRAMER: [Pointing to the shelves in turn, clearly avoiding the left
of the room] There's the sink, and there's the phone book, and
there's a bed.

ELAINE: Enough. What's on the left side of the room?

KRAMER reluctantly steps back, revealing that just inside the room,
to the left of the doorway, is a short, humanoid-shaped figure
covered in black cloth.

KRAMER: This is Ms. [rapid Japanese]. She's Mr. S[unintelligible]'s
niece. He killed her, you know.

ELAINE: You're afraid of a dead woman.

KRAMER: Y-y-y-yeah.

ELAINE: All right. What killed it? [referring to the phone book]

KRAMER: Ms. [rapid Japanese]. She's Mr. S[unintelligible]'s niece.
He killed her, you know.

ELAINE: Yeah, I've got that. So you just want me to walk in, take
the phone book, turn around, and walk back out?

KRAMER: Y-y-y-yeah.

ELAINE: Uh-uh. I'm going in through the window.

ELAINE and KRAMER are now outside, on the deck of the ship. Much
of it is covered in snow and ice. The window to the room is on their
right. On the left is the edge of the ship. Beyond is a snow/ice
wall, with a small patch of water between.

ELAINE: I'm going to check out the fish.

ELAINE casts Polymorph Self. She becomes an octopus-like creature
and dives into the water. After a few minutes, she remerges.

ELAINE: Kramer! [Shoves him] Those fish are big! I was one of Mr.
S[unintelligible]'s tomato plants, and I was five feet in diameter,
and I got this! [She shows him a bite mark.]

KRAMER: Well. Huh. Do you want me to cast Cure Light Wounds?

ELAINE: It wasn't Ms. Nishi-whatever who killed it [the phone book].
She's been dead for centuries! It was a fish!

KRAMER: [Nervously] Well. What do you know about that.

ELAINE: And you knew!

KRAMER: [Sputters] Maybe.

ELAINE: Start talking. If you want me to get that phone book for
you, I need to know everything. Including why those fish have five
hit dice, and why you tried to blame it on Ms. Nishi-whatever.

KRAMER: Uhh...

[Dream ends]

I wrote this down as quickly as I could, but by the end, some parts were fading.

368 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9102 02:18

>>367
This is amazing. I would love to read an extended fan-fiction like this. Especially the first part is the perfect mix between creepy and comedic.

vc: vag

369 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9106 18:36

I was exploring a building which looked like a level from Quake 1. When I finally went outside, a teenage girl dressed in black came up to me, said "don't live in a dream world" in my language, then kissed me ten times.

370 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9108 19:36

I was in a Twilight Zone-esque horror movie called "You can't forget me" (I spent a lot of the dream trying to figure out how the title related to the plot). I played a travelling salesman who arrived at an isolated town, mostly surrounded by a forest. Everyone was warned not to go outside the town limits after nightfall. On the first night, a few people vanished, but nobody wanted to talk about it.

On the second night, I overheard a group of children arguing about whether they should go outside or not. For some reason, I was supposed to keep the worrying child safe, but she said she had to follow her reckless friends and try to protect them. We followed, then watched as larger, more adult versions of the children silently walked out of the woods. The children panicked and ran, but one by one they were caught and eaten (perhaps "inhaled" is a better term). We weren't able to do anything to save them. When we saw the adult version of the child I was supposed to protect coming for us, we bolted, with the replacements casually following us.

Inside the town, everyone had gathered together in the town square, with torches. They seemed to know about the threat, but had no real defence strategy. Older versions of everyone (not just the children) started appearing. At this point, I realized a few things were wrong with the movie, so I stopped paying attention for a while while the townspeople were assaulted by their doppelgangers, and instead I pondered what was "supposed" to happen. I'll get to that later.

Anyway, a bunch of people got eaten and we ended up preparing to climb on top of the tallest building and wait out the night. But as I was trying to find people to escape with, I kept finding the older duplicates instead. At this point, everyone was sort of milling around the town, either running from their older self, trying to hide from the doppelgangers in general, or trying to find each other. I think I ended up finding two or three non-replaced people. As we were pulling up the ladder, a background townsperson ran up, screaming "You can't forget me!". But he had attracted the mob, and we watched in horror as he was devoured by a hunched, gray-haired version of himself with a cane.

Anyway, the things that I recognized as being wrong with this movie:

1) The casting choices were extremely odd. Specifically, all the children were played by 2hus. So young, EoSD Marisa was eaten/replaced by sexy, busty fanart Marisa, and we had to spend the rest of the movie running from her.

2) I, clearly, wasn't supposed to be the star. This was obviously supposed to be about a child's fear of growing up, and of finally becoming old and feeble. My character felt shoehorned in.

3) The dopplegangers didn't know what they were supposed to be doing. As children's nightmares, they were perfect. They ate their targets and moved on to interact with the adults. But as an adult, I saw the second half of that. They sort of just walked into town and stood around. Sometimes they tried to act menacingly, sometimes they just looked smugly at people (but that might have been because some of them were played by 2hus), sometimes they tried to blend in and fully replace their target. At one point, I grabbed one and broke its neck. Nobody, not even the townspeople, knew how to react; they all just stared at each other, waiting for a cue.

4)I'm pretty sure "Don't forget me" was supposed to mean that a child's replacement had forgotten that child's friends. At the end of the movie, only one child would be left, completely alone, and they might decide that it's finally time to grow up. But all the children died halfway through, so that couldn't happen. It's as if the director threw up his hands and said "Fine, just have somebody say the title or something".

371 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9109 18:33

I was in some kind of office building trying to find my old heavily customized Atari 800 system, and everybody had these cheap looking remote control dinosaur toys. They had that ugly hacky airbrushed by chinese slave girls paint jobs over injection molded plastic, with old style pill-shaped red LEDs in their eye sockets, big obvious screws holding joints together and such, but they could run faster than dogs and cats and moved with disturbingly organic liveliness.

Someone threw a teddy bear into the hall and they all shredded it like a pack of hungry wolves.

372 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9110 13:23

I came home to my giant, long bed to find several people laying on it and watching TV. I laid down next to a girl who ground on my dick for a while and then left. Another girl started sniffing around suspiciously, which made me realize that I had cum in my pants. I was quiet until she pointed me out in front of everyone and I said, "Yeah, I came, I'm gross." I didn't mention the first girl because I knew she had a boyfriend. The only part that seemed weird was a white person on TV saying the n-word.

373 Name: AndreStrong : 1993-09-9112 11:22

Weed isn't dangerous. it just does so cool. I often drink tea http://www.cannahacker.com/weed-tea/ This is a very cool thing, respect your bro

374 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9112 15:51

It's like 7 years later and I still often have dreams about being back in school. In this one, I dreamed I was in the class of my 12th grade English teacher who I severely disliked. I had forgotten my book, she told me to go get it. I said "no, I won't". She told me to go and get it before the end of class or "there will be consequences". I said "wanna bet"? and she said "sure, $20". I sat there until the end of class without going to get my book, then grabbed $20 off her desk while I was walking out and left without saying a word to her.

Later on I had found a mysterious scrap of paper with a locker number and a combination on it. I was supposed to find the locker and open it and there'd be a legendary item inside, but I don't know how I knew that.

375 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9126 13:42

I was dressed in girls' clothes waiting on a bus with some strangers. I was wearing a frilly tank top and a skirt, but my top was on backwards so I pulled my arms in to turn it around and accidentally exposed my nipples for a brief second. I was feeling pretty cute and confident and was hoping someone would come on to me like in an ero manga. When the bus pulled in across the street and we were all running across the street to get to it. We finished crossing the street and ended up in a neighborhood I recognized, but that shouldn't have been there. Then I was dragged to one of the people's house instead. I say house but it was more like a shed or a shack, with a bare wooden ceiling and bare wooden walls with cobwebs everywhere and only two dirty rooms, the sparse sunlight filtering into the building seemed itself to become grungy and dirty by contact with the place and made it look permanently like the sun was setting outside.

One of the people held me down and undressed me and stuck his dick in my ass but then pulled it out and turned on the TV. Everyone suddenly became transfixed by the TV, it was some show about a creepy puppet that seemed to go on for several actual in-dream days while I just laid there naked on the floor. Then one of the people pulled down a big piece of clear plastic that had been covering the ceiling, revealing that it was covered in literally millions of spiders and centipedes and beetles and such. When he did that, all the bugs started falling off the ceiling and landing on me and crawling all over my naked wet body. The one who pulled the plastic down started ranting at me that the bugs had always been there but that they were his friends only they didn't know any better than to crawl all over your body and that's why he put the plastic up, his mother was up there too watching over us, and when I looked up at the ceiling again there was a dirty skeleton in a tattered and rotten dress hanging from the ceiling, staring back down at us with its eye sockets full of spiders.

376 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9126 22:04

>>370 That dream sounds positively amazing. Especially the bit about how it's basically all done in one take, and the scripts are vague and nobody really knows what they're meant to be doing.

377 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9128 16:22

A man or it could have been a woman was lying face down on the floor. He was naked and had a gun in his hand. He shot himself a few times in the butt cheeks and then shot himself in the asshole. Then he turned over a little on his side and shot himself in the head. Throughout he was making what sounded like moans filtered through a voice changer. It sounded like the moans from the Max Headroom hijacking video. It was kind of creepy and I'm glad I woke up.

378 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9136 16:38

Max von Sydow and I were reminiscing about our lives of high tech crime in a run down cyberpunk neighborhood. We laughed and drank a lot, and showed off various scars to a girl who'd been listening to us. Every now and then, we'd project POV holograms of our victims and laugh even more.

I was so damn disappointed when I woke up...

379 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9144 15:04

I had a dream where I had a combination jet pack (with wings)/laptop. As in, you could use it as a laptop, but then it could also change into a jet pack thing if you unfolded it.

I was being chased by Pewdiepie and he was trying to kill me, but he was trying to be playful about it. I don't know why he would be in my dream. I only saw one of his screaming videos on Youtube many years ago.

I was flying from city to city in order to escape Pewdiepie. I had to refuel my jet pack laptop thing at gas stations every now and then.

At one point, I was trying to impress a girl with my jet pack, but she thought it was dorky and tacky.

Later, I was getting tired of flying, so I found a river and there was a car-boat thing that looked like a 50 GMC combined with a boat (see: https://www.google.com/search?q=50+gmc&tbm=isch) and I just hopped in because the door was unlocked and I asked the guy if it was okay if I hitched a ride because Pewdiepie was following me and trying to kill me. The guy in the carboat thing was cool with it, but I noticed that he wasn't steering it or using the pedals, and he said it was a self-driving carboat.

At some point I managed to go to Chicago and I think a police officer was mad at me for flying around the buildings because of some FAA regulations or whatever, but he didn't arrest me and I just ignored him. I don't think I was qualified or authorized to be flying there, or pretty much anywhere, now that I think about it. At this point, I think I lost Pewdiepie, but the skyline was really beautiful so I was trying to take a photo from a certain angle. But the building I was holding onto stretched and fell over, so I couldn't get the angle I wanted for the photo.

The sleeping pills I take give me really vivid dreams for some reason.

380 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9146 16:15

I had a dream where I took a massive shit. I'm talking like a dozen times longer than a normal one, to the point that I had to break it off by clenching my butt and then flushed it multiple times before I was done. I woke up having to poo, and then I did.

381 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9148 18:54

I was in prison being chased by a massive woman, and I stepped barefoot in chocolate and licked it off my foot.

382 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9149 20:05

I was eating at my favorite sushi restaurant and my card got declined so I had to get my boss to cover me, then I woke up in a cold sweat.

383 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9150 04:43

I was taking a class on a bluff. I was nervous sitting toward the edge, so I moved closer to the center. Near the end of the class a boat flew by and knocked one of my classmates off. The professor called 911 and got in an argument with the dispatcher then hung up without telling them where we were.

384 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9153 08:48

I dreamt that I was really high. I went to bed in the middle of the afternoon. My girlfriend was talking to me but I couldn't hear her. Then I realized I couldn't hear anything. Everything was muffled except for a ringing like a fire alarm. I think she said there was someone at the door but I could barely understand her. She walked to get it and I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror and pulled a small paintbrush out of a pore in my nose.

385 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9155 17:14

I dreamed we were all in a farm house. We had been there before and every other time we died. Aliens were coming. There were donuts on the coffee table and I wanted to share a glazed one with sprinkles with my girlfriend. We had to run into the attic. A book or something laughed at us. You'll all die, it said. Someone went down and opened it. What do you mean? They asked it. Haven't you realized it? Every time an odd number of you has gone up there to hide, you've all died. One of you has to stay. We all climbed up anyway. It sounded like bullshit but the closer the aliens got, the less I wanted to risk it. I counted the number of people. 8. We were safe. Then I realized I miscounted, what I thought was a person was a pair of my old slippers. There were only 7 people. Someone had to go but I couldn't bring myself to make someone else do it. I said I would go down. Suddenly, Fox Mulder said he would be the one to go down. It's okay, I've always wanted to see what the aliens looked like. Now I will. He grabbed a camcorder and walked down the steps. We started pulling them up behind him. I was grateful but didn't want to risk him changing his mind. Now we would be safe. Another man, a film director, saw the camcorder and realized he wanted to film the aliens before all this was over. He grabbed his camera and ran out onto the roof. Dammit, no! I shouted after him. He slid a bit on the snow. He looked happy as he filmed the aliens coming across the wheat fields to our house. He tried to run back inside but it was too late. The aliens were already in. We were all dead. The aliens looked like hunchbacked scorpions with irridiscent beetle wings. They crawled on the walls with millipedes and chewed on whatever they could find. They turned towards the director as he climbed in through the window. The only person who survived that time was Mulder, downstairs with his camera and watching it all unfold with an expression of fear and awe on his face.

In another dream, I saw the donuts again on a coffee table in a department store. I really wanted to eat the glazed one. It was like 3 donuts stacked on top of each other. I knew I had to share it with my girlfriend though. A man behind the counter reminded me to share it with her. I found her in an aisle and told her about the donut I wanted to share. She stopped looking at things in the aisle and came over to me and hugged me, putting her head on my chest. She was soft and warm. Let's go split that donut, I said.

386 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9160 18:57

I was part of an archaeological expedition on an unexplored planet. We were searching for evidence that would lead us to Earth, which had been lost long ago. At first we were hopeful, but as time wore on we started seeing contradictions. There were fossilized ancient creatures inside buildings using materials that shouldn't have co-existed. We found corpses of people like ourselves among them. And no matter how far we dug, we never stopped finding artifacts.

We sadly realized that we were unearthing a series of ancient archaeological expeditions that had all died while searching for the same thing we were. I wondered if we were going to die as well, but I just woke up instead.

387 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9162 10:03

I was a girl on my way home from work, and upon entering my apartment bedroom I found some older guy sitting on my couch/bed, taking photos of me. He pretended that everything was normal and so did I, while going into the kitchen to fetch a knife. Luckily he hadn't been following me, and so before he could react I walked up to him and drove the knife into his heart. This did nothing, and we ended up fighting but I eventually managed to pin him against the fridge while chipping away at his skull until he succumbed. I had somehow called the cops while fighting him, but I don't remember if they arrived before the dream ended.

Which was a dangerous situation because it was highly illegal.

388 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9165 19:43

There was a rather large green-and-black-scaled snake on my head. Like, not constrictor size, around the right size to be multiple layers on my head, but too thick to get my hand around, which I wasn't fool enough to try. I was pretty concerned about this situation since I have recently picked up an ophidian Internet handle and was wondering if there was some symbolism here, but also I just didn't know whether this was safe.

Despite its size, it went in and out of my mouth once, while someone relayed to me that nah it's not venomous, which frustrated me because I'm pretty sure it did that on purpose to establish dominance and really I was more worried about whether it would bite. Oddly enough, despite being my anxious persnickety self in all this, I wasn't disgusted by how clean this wasn't, and more worried about how the hell was I gonna get this snake off me even though I bore it no ill will and acknowledging it might represent a facet of myself, since I could see it without it being in my eyes' lines of sight.

After all, snakes are traditionally symbolic of the unclean or the untrustworthy and many people revile them instinctually, but once you understand them they can actually be kind of cute. But not so much when they're invading an orifice you didn't even think was open. And I'm pretty sure I haven't lied any time lately. Anyway I forget how we parted ways, but I was already musing about the significance of the snake as I awoke.

389 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9166 19:00

I had a dream where I encountered a fake D.VA
She was called D.V8

390 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9168 15:32

A friend and I were messing around with this elaborate drone building educational toy, like Drone K'nex or something. We kept building huge elaborate drones with up to 30 rotors pointing in all directions trying to see if we could overload the control module, but each one flew perfectly. My favorite was a little one that looked like an Elite Cobra MkIII

391 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9170 01:07

My mother was reading a Vulgate bible aloud to herself. She got frustrated and gave it to me to read instead because she doesn't understand Latin(I don't either). Then her and my dad went to an outdoor concert and left me to watch the house. While I was alone a cataclysmic earthquake came and destroyed the entire town. The survivors were going to meet up at the local church, I was looking for my dress shoes because I didn't want to go to church in sandals. This was about the point when my FUCKING RETARD FAGGOT CAT came flying into my bedroom and jumped on my head and clawed the shit out of my face and woke me up.

392 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9170 07:25

There was a book I was half-convinced I head read once, not super thick and not really above 8th grade reading level (it had pictures okay) that had some really solid knowledge in it, but I couldn't find my copy, then I found pirate versions of the first chapters and printed them out, and had to ask my brother if I was going crazy because otherwise I could find no trace with not enough detail to go on and a fading memory, and maybe I'd been fooled by a dream, and clearly I'm awake now and I got to read this or I'll forget it.

The book doesn't really exist. If it did exist, it would be kind of lame; a McGuffin, let's say. I was, in fact, dreaming.

393 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9170 08:26

>>391
Be more thankful. That cat just saved you and you don't even know it!

394 Name: Bypel!dtoX7WoGz6 : 1993-09-9172 23:25

>>360
Some do say that persistence of consciousness is a myth

395 Name: (*゚ー゚) : 1993-09-9173 17:23

>>394
Those are probably just NPCs.

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