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All I want to do is [Dream] Thread
Darth Waiter
Elrond HubbardMordor XenuRegistered User regular
Elrond HubbardMordor XenuRegistered User regular
So, my dad's family hosted a sixteen year-old Korean dude last year, right? The Korean kid come back this year and he had such a great time that he convinced his sister to be hosted at the family next door. Within just a couple weeks, the sister has already gushed to her family about how awesome both families are and lo and behold, we've all been invited to a badass Labor Day vacation in Motherfucking Seoul, Korea! Shit's amazing, there's a super-amazing-rich-tastic uncle who paid for all the flights, hotels and transportation. All we had to do was take a ferry outside of Seoul to his bitchin' personal island!
So, we all get to the ferry and luckily it takes Visa, so all I have to do is snag a ticket and ... oh, shit, I don't speak Korean and this automated ticket dispenser doesn't have an English option.
Shit.
Okay, just punch the same buttons everyone else did, they just followed the directions on the little piece of paper ... wait, what the fuck? Where's my paper? Why didn't I get instructions? Shiiiiiiiiiit. Okay, think, it was *that* button and then *this* button and .... fuck, wrong order. Okay, let's ask this guy behind the ... salad bar? Why is there a salad bar at a ferry landing? Hey, guy, do you speak English at all? Great! What buttons do I push? What? MY FAMILY LEFT FOR DADDY-WARBUCKS ISLAND WITHOUT ME?!?
WHAT THE FUCK, DAD?!?
And then I woke up one minute before my alarm to get up and go to work, frustrated that I had missed a magical Korean vacation in Slumberland.
What the fuck did I eat to prompt that dream?
....
Dreams are amazing, yo.
They can elicit some powerful emotions, scare the ever living shit out of us, unlock beautiful memories and just plain make us ask, 'Da fuq?'
Dreams can be amazingly surreal and break the laws of physics every other second or they can be hyper-realistic and make us feel like we're wide awake and everything is actually happening.
Dreams can reveal our hearts' desire or they can be a random string of concepts and ideas, just our subconscious minds dumping out all the useless information of the day and categorizing the rest.
Dreams can be full of portent and meaning about our future and our past or they can be the mad ravings of a pepperoni pizza with magic mushroom slices.
Tell me your dreams, SE++.
p.s.
As much as possible, this should be a judgement-free thread; if your dreams are about slathering chunky peanut butter onto a porterhouse steak, feel free to expound about your mad cravings for beef and peanuts, just don't let it get too lascivious. As has been mentioned before, this is a 13+ forum, so if you have a hot-and-heavy dreamtime recollection that you absolutely must share, keep the graphic nature to a minimum and respect the young folks. Finally, if you have some mad-scary nightmare that refuses to let you sleep properly and you found the perfect creepy picture to showcase exactly what it was, it's just like this, you guys, look at how fucked up this thing is ....
... show some fucking decorum and put that shit in a NSFW spoiler or whatnot, we don't need anybody losing their jobs, not in this economy.
So, we all get to the ferry and luckily it takes Visa, so all I have to do is snag a ticket and ... oh, shit, I don't speak Korean and this automated ticket dispenser doesn't have an English option.
Shit.
Okay, just punch the same buttons everyone else did, they just followed the directions on the little piece of paper ... wait, what the fuck? Where's my paper? Why didn't I get instructions? Shiiiiiiiiiit. Okay, think, it was *that* button and then *this* button and .... fuck, wrong order. Okay, let's ask this guy behind the ... salad bar? Why is there a salad bar at a ferry landing? Hey, guy, do you speak English at all? Great! What buttons do I push? What? MY FAMILY LEFT FOR DADDY-WARBUCKS ISLAND WITHOUT ME?!?
WHAT THE FUCK, DAD?!?
And then I woke up one minute before my alarm to get up and go to work, frustrated that I had missed a magical Korean vacation in Slumberland.
What the fuck did I eat to prompt that dream?
....
Dreams are amazing, yo.
They can elicit some powerful emotions, scare the ever living shit out of us, unlock beautiful memories and just plain make us ask, 'Da fuq?'
Dreams can be amazingly surreal and break the laws of physics every other second or they can be hyper-realistic and make us feel like we're wide awake and everything is actually happening.
Dreams can reveal our hearts' desire or they can be a random string of concepts and ideas, just our subconscious minds dumping out all the useless information of the day and categorizing the rest.
Dreams can be full of portent and meaning about our future and our past or they can be the mad ravings of a pepperoni pizza with magic mushroom slices.
Tell me your dreams, SE++.
p.s.
As much as possible, this should be a judgement-free thread; if your dreams are about slathering chunky peanut butter onto a porterhouse steak, feel free to expound about your mad cravings for beef and peanuts, just don't let it get too lascivious. As has been mentioned before, this is a 13+ forum, so if you have a hot-and-heavy dreamtime recollection that you absolutely must share, keep the graphic nature to a minimum and respect the young folks. Finally, if you have some mad-scary nightmare that refuses to let you sleep properly and you found the perfect creepy picture to showcase exactly what it was, it's just like this, you guys, look at how fucked up this thing is ....
... show some fucking decorum and put that shit in a NSFW spoiler or whatnot, we don't need anybody losing their jobs, not in this economy.
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Other assorted and random dreams from dream notes, from when I would keep my iPad next to my bed and write stuff down immediately upon waking:
"Maybe time travel. Fighting with dad, kept saying fuck you, he got really mad. "dont ever say fuck you when you're holding a bird""
"Cat exorcism, green goblin glider that used to have different symbols on it. Nano swarm. Flickering light make someone remember. Glee casts fight. Pregnant"
"Aliens took over planet. Had. To sleep in beds that cooked you and dumped you into a food tele porter, then you were cloned. Also chairs that cooked you. Fought back, escaped. Made escape preparations by pretending we really wanted to see a musical "
"Matt smith and captain jack guy at an event and were homoeroticising on front of me, I knew them both"
"At college? People protesting by fire "save the butts", tried to get them down, set fire underneath them with friend to get them down. Later grabbed barbed wire. Then later dream, graduation or something. Volcano went off, lava, tried to save people. Protomen dream"
Then, sometimes, it's just a dream where you're at your job, doing your job like normal. Then you wake up and you have to actually go to work, and you're like, "Ugh. Even in my sleep I don't get any time off."
i wonder what dreams may come of this
I also dreamed about being a rubbish detective who didn't stop a small child being murdered.
Well done me.
The downside is the recipient had no way of knowing about a delivery, so you had to be very alert when going about your daily business in case you needed to catch a package that popped out of thin air in front of you
I seem to recall also the system either malfunctioning or being abused and people having large boxes/mailing tubes fall on their heads and such
it's a pretty dope book
lots of stuff about how dream books were sold as a sort of low-class entertainment during the victorian age, and how before that dreams were interpreted in tsarist russia and medieval europe
But Vin Diesel was: 1.) very bad at packing and needed a lot of handholding (he kept messing up the packing tape dispenser and dropping things behind other stuff), 2.) Very interested in trying to sleep with my girlfriend (to the point that I kept having to say "Vin Diesel, stop trying to have sex with my girlfriend, you have to finish packing," and 3.) spending a lot of time worrying about how clean his garage was for the next tenant.
He was wearing the Riddick goggles the whole time and the entire duplex was bathed in this weird Scooby-Doo-esque dark blue tint.
When I do, I'm usually dreaming about work.
So, I dream about work, then my alarm goes off and I go to work. It's the worst.
it was built on top of a cliff not unlike wayne manor, and there was some sort of dinner party going on
and suddenly the guests began to disappear and be murdered
i discovered that the house was full of zombies and I dove off the edge of the cliff into the suburbian outskirts below.
the rest of the dream was me searching homes and killing the shit out of zombies with my partner
this guy
Publish some novels/be a novelist
maybe write some other stuff - games, comics, scripts, whatever
be an awesome person
Aww, man, we just all thought you changed your mind and didn't want to go...
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
If/when we ever get the chance to do a meet and greet with said Korean siblings, you absolutely *must* translate that story for me. I think they'll get a big kick out of it.
Dreams are strange like that.
Then I woke up and I was pulling on the side of my mattress.
And usually about zombies or living in a post-apocalyptic world where zombies set it off.
The last one didn't even involve them directly I just knew they were there and the constant fear. It was the people were the real monsters, way too triggering to post here. I woke up sobbing and couldn't shake the metal replay of it for days.
Why can't I dream about ponies, meadows and cute things?
Okay its bedtime I should stfu
Like a week ago I dreamt about cardboard boxes all night.
It's like you don't even read my posts.
Your dreams about needing to poop sound great! Tell me more!
(Please don't)
frig. Love that opera.
My dream is hey tube get me a job at the place where you work