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.
>>300 Apparently you have lots of dreams every night, but your brain doesn't remember most of them.
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.
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 roomh 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 couldnft see. Then a big shark came by. I donft 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.
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.
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 couldnft 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 donft really remember what happened because then I woke up.
69ing a hot scoffing dominant manga girl
>>311
I take a sleeping pill that makes dreams more vivid. It can be good or bad. Dreams are better but nightmares are worse.
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.
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.
>>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 canft 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 arenft very many of them. Governments see maintaining their power as a higher priority than allowing civilians to protect themselves from criminals or totalitarianism.
>>316
Are you upset because this goes against the indoctrination youfve received in liberal academia?
People donft like to think critically about their beliefs. But sometimes, you really should.
>>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.
>>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.
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?
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
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.
>>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.
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.
>>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
>>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.
I dreamt that a big scandal had broke about the new god of war game being a 1 for 1 ripoff of minecraft.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I had another dream about getting choked. I woke up out of breath. I think I have sleep apnea.
>>334
Weed isn't dangerous.
Married a shark
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.
>>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.
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.
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".
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.
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."
Licked basically all the dirty walls. All of them, in one streak. Don't even ask me how that works.
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.
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.
>>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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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..
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.
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.
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.
>>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
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.
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".
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
>>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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
I was in prison being chased by a massive woman, and I stepped barefoot in chocolate and licked it off my foot.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I had a dream where I encountered a fake D.VA
She was called D.V8
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
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.
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.
>>391
Be more thankful. That cat just saved you and you don't even know it!
>>360
Some do say that persistence of consciousness is a myth
I dreamed that a bunch of wild west movie fans argued whether John Wayne or Chuck Norris had the best movies.
All I remember (apart from something about it being set in a video game world made by Danes, inspired by Europe but with very weird place names) was that I got a girl pregnant and very shortly thereafter she gave birth to my son. While I was boasting about him on the internet, he died and upon noticing this I switched straight over to humorously passing it off as an "unfortunate mishap". It turned out that my cohabitants, all of them middle-aged but retired workers, had commissioned a Chinese CIA wizard to kill him by making him stand up in bed, t-posing and falling off (because they were jealous of me?). I spent the final part of the dream flying a helicopter over some tropical sea dotted with islands, occasionally throwing one of the cohabitants out of it.
vc: pain
I dreamed that, too embarassed by his son's impending wizardness, my father hired me a prostitute.
