God damn it Krosius stop that

I had a dream once. When I was... probably 10 or something. Where I had taken on the role of "the rebel" in the family. So they sent me to Barney detention camp. To teach me a lesson. And everyone was all like, "Hey, put on this hat, it has Barney things on it" And I was all like, "Fuck That" Then a car burst through a brick wall and threw a skateboard and a rope at me. Then it pulled me down the highway while I ollied over oncoming traffic and swerved around and junk. Then they were all like, "Get that kid!" So they drove after me, And they were chasing me down the highway as I was being towed on my skateboard, and these two cars swerve at me simultaneously, But then I ollied, like, 20 feet in the air and they crashed into each other and exploded. Then I woke up. Awesome dream. hahahah

dang, Shank those friends of yours must have been pretty drunk or stupid or something it was the drunk, mostly I asked my friend "wouldn't hitting my head real hard and then immediately passing out be at all worrisome to you?" apparently I popped up so fast and was laughing it off so well that everyone figured they just had been mistaken about what happened? I dunno I was a little disappointed that someone didn't say "heyyyy waaaaait a minute" Christ man, don't they have mandatory seminars on this at universities?

No, they do not.

Damascus: Prophet? Nah. I did predict the coming of Spongebob though. Had a dream Bugs Bunny and I were playing volleyball with a giant square sponge below thirty feet of water or so. Marth: Uh, I was mostly just weirded out. I just kinda thought over the dream a lot so I would remember it. Ok, so one more. I mentioned this before around here, I think. I had just been messing around with my dreams. I had heard about lucid dreams, and interested in the science, attempted to induce them. These never really turned out well, honestly. Anyway, my second attempt began with walking through a baffling corridor through gray somber caverns. It seemed only a few moments I spent walking before I suddenly found myself forcibly shifted into a low-lit room, cramped with many reclining chairs, each of these occupied by cloaked and masked men. These figures regarded me from behind their large tribal masks with a sort of confusion and hostility, they spoke in a strange and quick tongue. Truly, it was as if they spoke without tongues and simply grated out a short message with an audible grinding of their teeth. I was powerless to move, and simply waited, trying to puzzle out what they may be, or represent. Suddenly, one sitting directly across from me adorned with long blue mask threw a dismissive hand towards me, accompanied by a sharp grind of teeth. Abruptly I was upon a flat plain at the foot of the mountains, standing silently behind me. All was monochrome. The melancholy clouds gliding silently across a dark sky, a full moon providing the meager light allowed. Before me stood a windmill, stark against a sudden lifeless grasslands, where a figure stood, golf club in hand calling me over. For a better look I brought into being a flash-light and approached the figure. He said he was my conscience, that he enjoyed playing golf despite there being available only this one mini-putt hole. We spoke for a while, but it was long before the clouds above obscured the moon. At this my conscience became very distressed. He quickly retrieved his ball, patted me on the shoulder with a parting wish of good luck, and set off at a dead sprint for the mountains. I started at a sudden sound. Spinning quickly I shined my imaginary torch into the gloom of the grasslands. Something moved out there. I was sure. The wind blew softly, and I watched as grass parted in direct defiance of its gentle decree. The light caught the glint of something among those twitching, lifeless sheaves of grass. And at my shock, the thing rose and came at me in a horrifying, hobbled run. Gangly, grey, its damp hair clinging to its atrophied body sickly. Its jaw, distended a maw filled with needle-like teeth. It eyes. Gone. In their place simple inch-wide circular mirrors. It was uppon me suddenly and I wrested myself from the dream with the aid of my utter revulsion at the sound of my own flesh being torn in the jaws of that loathsome thing. And then I woke up! I would be terrified if I was not so enthralled at how well written this post is. That is some seriously descriptive nightmare fuel, both literally and figuratively.

dang, Shank those friends of yours must have been pretty drunk or stupid or something it was the drunk, mostly I asked my friend "wouldn't hitting my head real hard and then immediately passing out be at all worrisome to you?" apparently I popped up so fast and was laughing it off so well that everyone figured they just had been mistaken about what happened? I dunno I was a little disappointed that someone didn't say "heyyyy waaaaait a minute" Christ man, don't they have mandatory seminars on this at universities? on identifying the type of head blow and behavior associated with a concussion? nope, that's EMT kinda stuff

Reposted out of boredom, and because I haven't had a dream worth recounting since. My most recent dream worth remembering, from about six months ago: I head over to this island on a small rowboat with a bunch of rich pompous fruits, and I'm pretty sure I'm dressed like one as well but it's obvious that I'm not socially fitting in with their supreme pompousness. We get to this island and a movie starts with a bunch of hitmen -- one of them Arnold Schwarzenegger -- all dumped into a confined maze-like area (that also has a kitchen for when they get hungry) and this guy hands out sheets for us to fill out. It's like a hockey pool but for the movie; we have to pick which one of them will win. I, naturally, pick Arnold. So the movie goes on and weird dream stuff happens as is common in dreams and some fucking weird-ass characters are dying one by one (one of them was like a superpowerless version of Madame Rouge). We learn more backstory about this one guy with a giant nose who has an Anton Chigurh vibe to him and he starts telling Arnold all about his seven-year-old son who is also trapped in this setup. Then for some reason I'm back at home asking my father who I should've picked because I want to make sure I'll win the pool, and he says something like "Go with Arnold, he'll definitely win...unless there's a kid involved, then pick the kid. They're not going to kill a kid." And all I could think was FUCK, I messed this up. So I'm back at the island now checking everyone else's scorecards and seeing if anyone picked the kid to win (I've got Arnold and he's made it the furthest other than Chigurh-dad and son, so at the moment I've got at least a tie locked up if no one picked the runt and he pulls off the Arnold upset). Some guy who looks like the Monopoly Man has him picked and I start scheming ways to rip up or steal his scorecard before the movie ends that all don't pan out. Back in the movie, now, it's just the three of them left alive, and the guy's pleading with Arnold to take a hit and let him and his son go but Arnold's being all Arnoldy and is like "whatever, mang." In the end they turn a corner and the kid unloads a double-barrel shotgun blast into his chest, though I couldn't tell if he took the hit intentionally or not (weird dream perspective, etc). The camera pans down onto his face-up body and he exhales "this is my life" before the screen cuts to black and fancy violin music fades in. So we all get back on this small rowboat and Monopoly Man gets his winnings, which turn out to be a burlap sack filled with men's dress shoes. I contemplate pushing for the three-way tie, arguing that since we never saw Arnold actually die within the frame of the film then he might've survived after all, but then someone would just counter by saying that his final words were a poetic device used to signal that he did, in fact, die shortly thereafter...so I don't bother. The end.

hey grey ghost: i couldn't sleep so i just drew this

ahaha yes that is the adorablest thing

Man, you guys have some seriously in-fucking-depth dreams.

hey grey ghost: http://frank05.critter.net/images/doodles/greyghost.jpg i couldn't sleep so i just drew this yesssss well done, Beavo.

dang, Shank those friends of yours must have been pretty drunk or stupid or something it was the drunk, mostly I asked my friend "wouldn't hitting my head real hard and then immediately passing out be at all worrisome to you?" apparently I popped up so fast and was laughing it off so well that everyone figured they just had been mistaken about what happened? I dunno I was a little disappointed that someone didn't say "heyyyy waaaaait a minute" Christ man, don't they have mandatory seminars on this at universities? on identifying the type of head blow and behavior associated with a concussion? nope, that's EMT kinda stuff I mean just general ,"If you see this, don't let them do this, call some fucking ambulances." General health info. Beav: That is amazing!

Man, you guys have some seriously in-fucking-depth dreams. That's only one of maybe five or six dreams in my lifetime that's even remotely interesting and cohesive enough to tell in the form of a story.

Beavo, how do you do it also I am trying to remember a dream for you guys but I only seem to remember ones that are embarrassing to talk about

Man, you guys have some seriously in-fucking-depth dreams. That's only one of maybe five or six dreams in my lifetime that's even remotely interesting and cohesive enough to tell in the form of a story. see, I like hearing dreams with plots. They're rare, but they're fun. Otherwise, I treat dreams like photos of people - if I'm not in them and nobody's fucking, I don't care.

one time I woke up feeling like I'd slept a long time, look at the clock. it's 7 ish, sunlight's coming in the window and jesus fuck did I just oversleep ten hours why didn't my alarm go off took me like ten minutes to figure out it was the AM and I didn't miss my classes it was pretty awesome, cause then I kind of felt like I got to sleep in

hey grey ghost: i couldn't sleep so i just drew this Oh my GOD You are the BEST

my dog is sleeping in my room tonight but she's making stinky dog farts it's like, "come on, dog come on"

I have pretty bad ass dreams, but when I try to describe them I just can't. Like, I can't tell them the way they meant to me.

Heh Sometimes when I'm having a nightmare and I get scared enough to realize that I am asleep and manage to take control almost invariably the next thought is, "Good lord, it's time to have sex with ________," but at that point I'm waking up. My brain does not appreciate me trying to turn the tables on it.

i am glad you like it now i'm going to try to force myself to go to sleep

I remember a dream that I was rollerblading through the san diego zoo with my first grade class. I had this dream when i was in high school. I think it was meant to remember how free i can be if i wanted to. I think thats when my life changed.

Beavo's comic reported for awesome.

I've had a bunch of weird ass dreams over the years and none of them have really stuck with me besides one I had when I was pretty little I was strapped to the ceiling of this circular room of this alien spaceship, and down on the floor is this praying mantis like guy poking at stuff on a console and I know for some reason this guy doesn't have my best interests at heart so I'm up there on the ceiling and I'm like hey, this guy is kind of badass looking. instead of doing whatever he has planned he should turn me into one of him. so I tell him, and he's all screw off kid. I'm like no listen, it'd be so cool. for some reason dreaming little me thought this would work but anyway, I woke up. for some reason that dream's always stuck with me, and just now writing this I'm realizing the similarity to Spoiler: show spoiler hide spoiler

I am Bizzaro Stormy.