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I don't remember many of my deathless dreams. Those are mostly boring.
Let's see. Went to school with no shoes on, lived in a swimming pool, fell off of a mountain, chased through the woods by a guy in a dune buggy, old factory with Escher stairways and floating head sentinals.
Is 'giant mass of naked people' a common dream?
You imagine yourself as a fox, seperating yourself from other humans and painting yourself as a creature to be ignored at best; killed or hunted for sport at worst. You find no interest in the goings-on of normal human life, finding it to be repulsive and "low": ironically while you spend your time lurking in back alleys and abandoned areas, focusing on your own whims instead of contributing to society.
The dead drunk is the embodiment of a horrible truth about yourself, and his friend is your realisation of such. As you spend more time alone, finding no interest in normal human behaviour, so the drunk's friend slowly realises that things will never be the same for him again.
You're gay.
I love that the conclusion isn't even connected to the argument. Laffin my arse off.
All I remember of it now is something about moving into an apartment with my ex from about a year back, and then things were briefly sexy, and other than that I just remember a lot of awkward conversation. Around the end we were standing in the doorway speaking to a friend of mine who walked away right as I woke up.
All I know is that I woke up depressed as all hell, but took it as a sign to start speaking to her again, which has gone fairly well. I'm currently apartment hunting with said friend, so there's some relevance there. Apparently I'm to betray him and run off with somebody I know he despises..
WoW - Wildschwein [Draenor] | XI - Weissritter [Carbuncle] | Steam - Wildschwein | The Backlog
Grappling Hook Showdown - Tumblr
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G4htosoLsJI
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So yeah SightTDW, you're jus' lonely. You're gonna get back with your ex and it is going to suck. :mrgreen:
@Wazza, thats pretty nuts. How often do you get that?
Emotions repressent I am very tired. D::zzz:
So dream:
A chat with my dead grandfather, he liked my speach at his funeral. Blank hours of sleep. I'm fourteen in the collosal gang we had back then, like thirty of us sat on the school field listening to bad music. Some kind of wall-crawling "changelings" in a rustic cottage. Me and my friends dressed as Blur in the late 90's. Flickers of sex scenes with girls I'm just friends with. Then I just slept.
Long work hours.
Perhaps once every other year or so, typically when I don't sleep well. About 2 years ago I imagined an animal about waist-high pacing back and forth next to my bed, staring at me. Prior to that there were no dark figures, just the sensation that I couldn't move/breathe.
there was this chick who was probably in her late 30s
my friend described her as "skeezy"
I hit it.
Thank god this is not real life
analyze that!
So me:
I'm in white, much like the characters from A Clockwork Orange, reading a book that reminds me of House of Leaves.
I remember reading the line "And the angel smiled, and his smile was horizon" which is quite a nice line I suppose.
I put the book down on my dining room table and it slides off via some sideways gravity and slams against the wall. I try and pull it off but it slowly moves towards the back door. I keep side stepping with my finger nails on the back of the book, trying to get it off. Inevitably it stops in the center of the door.
While all this is going on there is someone there with me, tall and gaunt, just behind my head it feels like.
The door opens itself and I walk through as the book drops.
I wish I could say something more coherent but the rest of the dream was me, with longer limbs and a much stronger body parkouring (flying?) around a heavily rusted construction site/bombed city, of near endless proportions. I vividly remember the amount of crows they were, which is a stolen memory of all the crows that live on this pig farm I drive past most work days.
I have a feeling I'm going to see a lot of this book in my dreams, just a guess.
Later on I was in a warehouse, climbing on scaffolding. There was a bucket with little things falling out of it, and when I reached in and picked one up I saw that they were nuclear/microwave bomb things that fit in my hand, wired to a timer that looked just like my alarm clock. 0:06, 0:05, 0:04... I threw it around the corner of a nearby wall and ran to the other side. There had been another one that had fallen on the ground near where I threw it, so they both went off and blinding light flashed from behind me. I went back to inspect the scene of where they had blown up, and for some reason I expected to hear a Geiger counter. Instead it just felt like the air was warm and radiation was seeping through my skin. That's the second radiation dream I've had in a little while... I haven't even been watching movies or anything with that shit in it. o_O
Then my sister said "theres no such thing as queen bees" and I got angry at her stupidity.
I am... confused by this dream
Midway through the concert a black wolf jumped out of the grand piano. Almost immediately after, my cat (who we brought with us in a picnic basket obviously) jumped out of his basket and confronted the wolf. The two then chased each other in circles around the piano as the pianist played furiously.
I then decided I needed to go to the bathroom. In the bathroom I ran into my father. My father had 4 - 6" flesh colored thorns/spikes growing or protruding from his body. He also seemed to be shedding them as there was a pile of them on the floor and he was sweeping them up. He said hello to me, but I don't remember if we had any actual conversation before I woke up.
Reminds me of my childhood dreams. I had a recurring one that took place in my school, where burglars broke in and everyone rushed to the library for safety. It's a long one but suffice to say that at the end of it I always ended up in my friends garage, and he had turned into a giant demon almost exactly like the 'Lord of the Pit' Magic card. I've actually kept that card in my wallet for years now because that dream recurred so many times over the course of 2 years or so (I think when I was 10-11 or so) that it stuck in my head. But like yours it had elements of transformation with the demon-like thing that I knew, before it was a demon it had been a pail of water that spilled and the water transformed abyss style into the demon. But all along I still knew it was my friend somehow.
For some reason that creeps me out, perhaps it shouldn't. I believe you win the thread anyhow. Or at least, my heart.
I used it to bang a chick...which made me feel horrible in the morning because in real life that would be rape-city.
Recently I had a dream which I rap-battled some guy and got whooped. He was really good. This then got me mad in the morning because I realized that all his awesome rhyming insults to me were actually my own mind. Like, there was no possible way the other guy could be better then me, since I was coming up with his lines!!
PS: This is coming from a 25 year old white male who has never rapped or battled in his life.
There is an MC inside your soul yearning to break free.
But a lot like Fallout 3, I can Alt-Tab or ESC out.
I literally, make the same hand notion of a Alt-Tab or mash the escape key whenever something bad is happening in my dream.
When I was a kid, I had a dream where I booted up a videogame, got to the menu screen, saw some sort of creepy old robot stomping about in a apartment, decided "Fuck this" and hit escape.
Playing way to many PC Games as a child may have impacted my life more than I thought it has.
That sounds an awful lot like the Calvin and Hobbes strip where little men inside Calvin's head played unlabeled film reels while he slept.
There are little men inside your head playing computer games, you see.
Just last night I had a dream that there were terminators everywhere.
Except I managed to evade one by having a friendly conversation with it in a bar (?)
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- I've had a few nightmares where I woke up, went into the living room, and my family told me about the hordes of zombies wandering around our house. Eventually they make an attempt to break in and that's when the dream typically ends.
- I was watching the news, and some lady is interviewed who is talking about the world ending soon. She was on the news, so it carried more weight to it than it normally would. I said something like, "She can't be right....Can she?" and then I slept. I woke up about 6am the next morning, and looked out my window to see all the cars on my street burning. I look down, right beneath my window, and see a zombie standing there, looking at me. He leaps up and the dream ends.
- Another one was a really long one involving, of all things, bigfoot. And he was monstrous - 14-15 feet tall, only vaguely ape-like (he was covered head-to-toe in fur, no discernable facial features, except for two glowing eyes and a gigantic mouth full of dagger-like teeth). I was in a group that was doing some kind of study into bigfoot, and I was the cameraman (I think...there was one, at the very least). We're just wandering around in the forest when we just stumble into it, and it's pissed off. It starts tearing people apart, and there is blood absolutely everywhere. It was one of the most realistic moments I've ever experienced while asleep.
In the next portion, I'm holding the hand-cam and telling the camera what's going on. It's been 6 months, and we've been running on foot the entire time. We have to stick to the thick trees, because out in the open, a bigfoot can find us easily (there's quite a few, as it turns out). The group is, of course, very stressed out and we're all fighting and panicking and what have you.
In the final portion, I recall being a child in a trailer park in the forest. My best friend is a girl my age, and we share some kind of psychic link. We're both sitting in our beds, which we can see across from each other, and I hear a loud, loud roar. I look at this girl, I don't say anything, but I'm telling her to lay as flat on her bed as she can and stay still, and I do the same. Bigfoot comes tearing through and destroys trailers and kills people.
I would be at the top of the stairs, then I'd leap to the bottom, but it would become more and more vertical as I fell and I would bodily fucking feel myself hit the floor and my heart would stop, as in really, then start again. Fuuuuuuuck.
EDIT: Sorry that is hardly discourse.
I do wonder after reading the computer game dreams post just how much we are effected by film and other media. As a quick poll, how many of you have dreams that seem like movies or cartoons or video games?
Also anyone ever have a dream about Super Mario? That would just amuse me.
I will tell you about one nightmare I had: I was on a crowded subway station waiting for the train. A guy was in front of me that wouldn't move once the train arrived, and I kept thinking that he seems familiar. I tapped on his shoulder and when he turned around I realized that it was me and he screamed "WAKE UP!" and I jumped out of bed. It was three minutes before my alarm clock was due to ring.
I have!
Ever play Secret of Mana? I was stuck in the Ice Continent in that game and couldn't find the Mana Seed for that area. Then that night, I dreamed of the solution, and when I played the next day, was able to find the seed and finish the dungeon.
I had a pong dream where it was literally a pong screen that I was playing in my dream, then I scored on one side and one of the paddles sort of stopped at an angle. In the dream it zoomed in and revealed that the paddle was a car, sort of like Tron and a guy ran out of it dressed in a suit. That's all I can remember.
My zombie dreams are, as far as I'm concerned, as close to reality as it's going to get. There's a psychological factor is watching dead people walk around trying to harm you that doesn't seem to connect with some people, but in my dreams it's a very real fear.
I've had another zombie dream where a group of people and I decided to spend the night on a trainstation platform (don't ask me why, that's got to be a terrible place to sleep). I slept for a couple of minutes at a time and would snap awake because of the constant drone of moaning zombies in the background.
you slept in your dream? How would that work?
Anyway, at the time I lived in a military town. Lots of kids moving in / moving away every year. On two separate occasions I had an elaborate dream where I was a secret agent sent on a perilous mission to save some maiden. In one of them, my dad was with me and the hidden base was inside a local liquor store. At any rate, in both dreams the girl I saved was a former classmate who had moved away. Then in 2 or 3 weeks, when school started back up, their families had moved back into town. I was so confused, especially the second time it happened!
SWTOR: Allanna (Shadowlands) / TSW: Sara-Luna
Exactly how it does in real life. You black out, you wake up, you know some time has passed.
Kinda weird now that I think about it. Sleeping in a dream...is that like dying?
Like, Roland Emmerich style apocolyptic scenes. Looking out of my 9th floor flat window and seeing a rolling, surging tidal wave/ocean where the city should be.
And collapsing societies/break down of government systems. For some reason my main concern in these dreams is always about the future of the videogame and film industry. "So.... is the next MGS still being released ...... ?"
I read an article a while ago that apparently there has been a massive increase in people dreaming about the end of the world, and this is a sign or something.
It made me go all goosey, but I know it's bullshit, obviously. But it was kinda creepy to read.
I woke up and was just like "seriously, self?" Apparently even in my dreams I wasnt getting laid. It was shameful.
Also, this was like 2 weeks ago