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.
UH
Now where have I seen this thread before.
>>3
Suck my cock, dude.
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.
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.
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...
I don't dream.
Unless I take melatonin and diphenhydramide after a period of sleep deprivation.
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.
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.
I had a dream in which I posted something on DQN. I don't remember what I was posting, but my captcha was inositol.
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.
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.
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.
A guy fucked me in the ass and I woke up with a shame boner.
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.
I just remember Volts = Watts * Seconds which isn't true since it's Volts = Watts * Amps
>>21
That wasn't a dream, you just existed in 2 time dimension X 2 space dimension space for a short time.
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.
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.
I was trying to explain Grignard reagents to my mother and sister, but I kept getting interrupted.
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.
I had a dream about making a steampunk fleshlight.
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.
One minute out of twenty.
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.
Many rooms, large cooridoor
giagantic double doors
small monorails dumping clothes
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.
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.
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)
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.
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.
I dreamed last night that the fabled moderators returned to these boards and along with making some site renovations, banned me.
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.
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.
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
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!"
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.
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.
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.
> What if his dream continued
The dream collapses in a stupidly overblown way like in Inception and all the korean people drown to death.
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.
I had a dream where I had a HUGE dick. Then I woke up and was severely disappointed.
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.
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.
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.
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?!?
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.
>>58
Last night I dreamed I got banned from here and was considerably more distressed than I would have expected.
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.
I want to become a cyborg loli and have lesbian lolisex in space.
Oh shit I did not read the thread before posting please ignore >>62 thank you.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!".
( ß -ß) it wasn't very different from a normal, non-dream round.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My coffee filter had shrunk.
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.
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.
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.
>>91 Brilliant, I hope you don't mind if I tell that joke at parties!
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
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.
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.
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.
Shinku, from Rozen Maiden, possessed a laptop which then started moving around the table trying to kill people.
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.
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.