I have a recurring dream where my eyes keep falling out. I keep pushing them back into my head but eventually they deflate in my hands like two tiny beach balls.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
One I've had on and off for years is that I am in charge of carrying a huge cake for an important event, and I drop the cake all over the ground. I try to sorta.... Scoop it back together, but its hopeless. But then, everything rewinds and the cake is intact! Oh my god yes another chance thank you Jesus and godDAMNIT I dropped it again. Repeat 3 to 5 times with the same sense of relief and devastation for each loop.
More recently, I dreamt that someone replaced every slide in my intern presentation with shitty 90s clipart and gifs.
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FishmanPut your goddamned hand in the goddamned Box of Pain.Registered Userregular
I dreamt the forums last night.
Some new poster asked where they could find the new JLaw nudes.
Some slightly less new poster answered "Reddit".
...even in my dreams I don't get to see JLaw naked.
That's unbelievably cool. Your new name is cool guy. Let's have sex.
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ceresWhen the last moon is cast over the last star of morningAnd the future has past without even a last desperate warningRegistered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
I had a dream that I woke up one day and I was in a strange apartment. My ex was there and I could remember how I got there. There was a baby I assume was mine and I recognized as mine, younger than my son. Maybe 3 months old? I asked what he was doing there, and he said we had decided to give it another go on a trial basis. I did not remember the conversation or getting to that point at all, and figured something must be affecting my memory. I cleaned up, did the dishes, did normal things.
I forget what I did, but at some point he got really mad at me over something pretty trivial, and then went outside. I went out to say that if he was still doing this he was going to have to leave. He said that actually he was much better than he had been and he'd stopped himself from doing anything drastic, and he'd said we were there to give him another chance, so I said okay and went back inside.
Later that day I went out and came back, and everything in the kitchen had been completely rearranged in a way that made no sense, including the fact that the baby seat was resting across the sink (so the baby's legs would hang into it) and his computer was on the low counter where he was nonchalantly browsing the web. I asked what happened, why he would arrange things that way, and he said they'd always been that way. When I pointed out that I was certain the baby seat hadn't been on the sink he started to get a bit defensive. I apologized, said I had just forgotten, but asked if he minded if I rearranged things in a way that made things more accessible and freed up the sink. He looked really annoyed, and got up and left. I started to put things back, and I found evidence all over the place of the way the kitchen had been. I felt a quiet vindication I knew I'd never tell him about, and started to make dinner.
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
I had had two different conversations during the day yesterday
One was about housesitting, and how I never want to be entrusted with that task
The other was about throwing a sexy party while being in my parents' house without them around
So I had a dream last night that I was housesitting for James Deen and he left a big list of all his porn star friends' phone numbers and got really mad at me when he got back and found that I hadn't called them all up and thrown a sexy party in his house
I have a recurring dream where my eyes keep falling out. I keep pushing them back into my head but eventually they deflate in my hands like two tiny beach balls.
Had a dream last night I was walking around my childhood neighborhood at night. Ended up sitting in a tree in someone's backyard. Jumped a bit when the old dude that owned it came out and started really throwing around language. Things went a little side-ways when he said he was going to sic his birds on me (the implication being death). So, I jump up on his roof and keep an eye out for wherever these things are gonna pop out.
A couple black shapes fly out his front door and quickly resolve into what look like a cross between rooster and raven with bright, glowing blue eyes. They catch sight of me pretty quick and I leap off into the street and start booking it. I keep my speed up pretty good, but they hang in the air just a few feet behind me. When I hit the main road/intersection I meet up with some other young folks in various states of distress and we team up to beat up some birds. With the fowl business done, we get to talking and apparently kids are getting rounded up by parents, neighbors, and teachers for some unknown and likely grim reason.
We keep low and stick to the bushes when cars pass. Following traffic, we find there's a big gathering going on in the part of the neighborhood that's still pretty wooded. Sneaking in there, we find a big community sermon underway with normal-ass suburban families sitting on folding chairs under strung-up lights, holding knives of carved flint. Well, it wasn't long until we were spotted. And when the commotion started, a lot of the zealous kind started to go ahead and kick off whatever blood-rite they were working up towards and start slitting throats.
So, I dove into a nearby portable that looked like it had been set up for this 'event'. There were folks inside managing logistics. They had lists of students from the local school districts and were discussing which were present, which might be spared for one reason or another, and who was out of town. I'd pocketed a flint knife on my way in and waved it around acting all excited about how great what we were doing was and all that jazz. They bought it, and we had hot-chocolate and cookies some moms had made while I tried not to think about what was happening outside.
With the speed and agility known only to Shaolin monks and light-sleepers waking up from a fugue state, I trapped his annoying ass in my hand, fully intent upon taking him outside. But then he turned into an earthworm. And then the earthworm turned into a snake. And what was a grass snake turned into a cobra ... which bit me ... And then I woke up to myself strangling my sheets because I was being attacked by a the notorious 800-Thread-Count-Naptime-Cobra, the deadliest in the world.
When I regained full use of my faculties, I had to chuckle a little bit because I used to sleepwalk back in the day.
As the roommates would tell me after the fact, I would wake them up or walk past their rooms looking for chores or household tasks or conversations to have.
True story:
One of my roomies woke up to me sitting on the edge of his bed and we were picking up a conversation from earlier in the day. He was suitably pissed for about thirty seconds until he realized that I wasn't actually awake. Funny thing is that I was completely coherent, rational and compliant when told to go back to bed. Not long after that, another roomie came home to see me doing dishes at damn-near-dawn; the conversation was casual at first until the roomie realized I wasn't all there. It's supposedly extraordinarily humorous to have your buddy do a week's worth of dishes in an evening.
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ceresWhen the last moon is cast over the last star of morningAnd the future has past without even a last desperate warningRegistered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
Need a place to live, DW?
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
You're going to have to fight at least five of my buddies in Dallas who want a tidy roommate.
But I have faith in your ability to lay the smack down.
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ceresWhen the last moon is cast over the last star of morningAnd the future has past without even a last desperate warningRegistered User, ModeratorMod Emeritus
edited September 2014
I will cheerfully beat down an army in exchange for sleep-chores.
Like, you live here and we will pay you.
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And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
since i got on my last medication i've gone from rarely ever remembering dreams to having insane, vivid, super in-depth dreams. A couple of times i've even been able to land punches or run fast, its awesome
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MattitudePaste Pot PeteKicking The BucketRegistered Userregular
I've started having a new series of recurring dreams which involve getting back together with my ex from College/Uni and then waking up and being super bummed that we aren't still together.
It's like the dreams I used to have when I was little about getting the Turtles van for Christmas, and then realising it was only a dream. Except that was about a plastic toy I could probably grab on eBay and have within a week, not an actual, y'know, person.
Uuuugh spend most of my time not having dreams and then these ones won't go away.
I got this Tumblr and I don't know how to use it.
Decide on the next line by the rhyme when I choose it.
Also I put songs on YouTube
The musings of this lonely rube.
Had a sleep paralysis dream last night. Dreamt that I heard some banging sound outside and got up to look out the window. In the parking lot of my apartment I saw a car totaled into a tree, and very tall looking people slinking around like cats.
Then I woke up, unable to move, and watched as my bedroom door began to open. The tall person climbed lengthy hand over stretched foot into the room. Flowing like water, and looking like some tortured knot filling up that corner, all tangled in its own limbs. It stared at me for a moment with milky cataracts before surging forward.
Then I was free to sit up and it was gone.
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MattitudePaste Pot PeteKicking The BucketRegistered Userregular
Man, fuck sleep paralysis. I haven't had it for years, but when I did I was in the middle of an X-Files kick so it was abduction dreams all up in my brain. Don't why it started, don't know why it stopped. Shit is weird.
I got this Tumblr and I don't know how to use it.
Decide on the next line by the rhyme when I choose it.
Also I put songs on YouTube
The musings of this lonely rube.
Had a dream last night that I was having a 1957 Ford Fairlane restored by a mechanic; the car had been an inheritance from a really cool relative, bit I was struggling to find the cash to get it repaired in a timely fashion. My mechanic tells me that 'we can always work it out in trade, if you know what I mean.'
'I ... uh ... don't think ... uhhhhh ....'
'My bookkeeping sucks and I could really use a hand with getting up to date. Maybe some help with setting up a proper work computer.'
'Absolutely, sounds good to me.'
'Or we could have sex.'
' ... Mac or Windows?'
And then I woke up thinking it was a shame you don't see more ladies in trade jobs.
I had a dream where a team of guys that were very clear on not being a GIjoe,Transformer and thundercat travelled to a world where the *ahem* hug a bunch bears had lost their god and their tears flooded like 40% of the earth. Humanity then sealed them up in crystals and took their cloud kingdom to live in until the tears evaporated.
Then they met a bear born after the event and added him to the team.
I have a podcast now. It's about video games and anime!Find it here.
I had a dream where a team of guys that were very clear on not being a GIjoe,Transformer and thundercat travelled to a world where the *ahem* hug a bunch bears had lost their god and their tears flooded like 40% of the earth. Humanity then sealed them up in crystals and took their cloud kingdom to live in until the tears evaporated.
Then they met a bear born after the event and added him to the team.
I had a dream last night in which I was climbing a tower made out of video games - I climbed holding onto individual DVD boxes as if they were rungs on a ladder. There was a spaceship on the top! And a blind raccoon offered me a job with the Australian police force.
I got in touch with the raccoon because I was phone-selling Jihad-brand telephones. Big, clunky 70s things. In my dream, the company would go out of business in the 90s because it was set up to fund the jihad.
I probably am on it because of what I used to do
I tell people it's scary to know some people coming back from the war on terror know how to build a IED out of common household items and are not well adjusted people
I had the dream where I really did have the questionable Chinese food you know the real stuff
Now I crave it but I know I cannot get it
But oddly enough I had that dream again where I am a werewolf.
Just woke up from a dream where I was vacationing in a place next to a tropically-forested island chain. I had my dog with me but I took his leash off and he ran into the jungle to chase something. I figured he was fine and forgot about him. Then a few people I knew (nameless dream friends) and I were going out into the islands to study nature when The Predator began hunting is. We found that we could see through the active camouflage if we submerged ourselves in water so or eyes were halfway under the waterline. This helped us avoid getting ambushed but now we were vulnerable to alligator attacks.
At this point the dream shifted to us hunting alligators to cook up into delicious meals at the place where I was staying which had now become a culinary school. Gators were full of meat that tasted like marinated, boneless chicken breasts.
It ended with us becoming really good at stealthing around the little island chain by swimming through the water like alligators and finding other young people to sneak up on and scare. Just before waking half the island area had been replaced by gleaming-white, marble bricks and a large walkway dotted with street-lamps. I started climbing the street lamps and doing flying somersaults into the river with other people before I woke up.
I wish I was even I've tenth as athletic in real life as I am in dreams.
Last night I had a dream that I was working at a hospital and Scott Aukerman was there for some stupid accident where he ended up getting hurt. The weirder thing was that Greg Grunberg was actually who I was physically seeing. So Greg Grunberg was playing Scott Aukerman who somehow knew me and kept trying to talk to me and get me in trouble while I was trying to work.
And it was like "Scott. I can't hang out right now. Also you have a pencil stabbed into your arm. Why is that not bothering you?"
I had a dream where a team of guys that were very clear on not being a GIjoe,Transformer and thundercat travelled to a world where the *ahem* hug a bunch bears had lost their god and their tears flooded like 40% of the earth. Humanity then sealed them up in crystals and took their cloud kingdom to live in until the tears evaporated.
Then they met a bear born after the event and added him to the team.
I don't think I've seen that tumblr.
Link?
Some of my dreams do cross that weird fanfic line.
I had one that was this narutoesque wizard battle. The guy/me was fighting a person using ice duplicates to narrowly avoid punches so he/I called for the cloud from Mario bros 3 warped to an island where he/I learned to make our arms stretch and warped back. then I used my long arms to.play a dogbone drum ( saturday night was the song)that summoned the dog from wacky races who shrank the other wizard and ate her.
I wrote that shit down the second I got up. Though its stayed pretty vivid
I have a podcast now. It's about video games and anime!Find it here.
Not long after that, another roomie came home to see me doing dishes at damn-near-dawn; the conversation was casual at first until the roomie realized I wasn't all there. It's supposedly extraordinarily humorous to have your buddy do a week's worth of dishes in an evening.
I used to have a roommate who routinely sleepwalked. Only instead of washing dishes, he once peed in the recycling can in the kitchen.
Don't get me wrong — it was hilarious. But I still rather he had washed dishes instead.
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I was telling the phlebotomist about it; he asks if it was an alien trying to steal my blood.
"No, giant lava shrimp."
So that's a conversation I've had now.
One I've had on and off for years is that I am in charge of carrying a huge cake for an important event, and I drop the cake all over the ground. I try to sorta.... Scoop it back together, but its hopeless. But then, everything rewinds and the cake is intact! Oh my god yes another chance thank you Jesus and godDAMNIT I dropped it again. Repeat 3 to 5 times with the same sense of relief and devastation for each loop.
More recently, I dreamt that someone replaced every slide in my intern presentation with shitty 90s clipart and gifs.
Some new poster asked where they could find the new JLaw nudes.
Some slightly less new poster answered "Reddit".
...even in my dreams I don't get to see JLaw naked.
I forget what I did, but at some point he got really mad at me over something pretty trivial, and then went outside. I went out to say that if he was still doing this he was going to have to leave. He said that actually he was much better than he had been and he'd stopped himself from doing anything drastic, and he'd said we were there to give him another chance, so I said okay and went back inside.
Later that day I went out and came back, and everything in the kitchen had been completely rearranged in a way that made no sense, including the fact that the baby seat was resting across the sink (so the baby's legs would hang into it) and his computer was on the low counter where he was nonchalantly browsing the web. I asked what happened, why he would arrange things that way, and he said they'd always been that way. When I pointed out that I was certain the baby seat hadn't been on the sink he started to get a bit defensive. I apologized, said I had just forgotten, but asked if he minded if I rearranged things in a way that made things more accessible and freed up the sink. He looked really annoyed, and got up and left. I started to put things back, and I found evidence all over the place of the way the kitchen had been. I felt a quiet vindication I knew I'd never tell him about, and started to make dinner.
One was about housesitting, and how I never want to be entrusted with that task
The other was about throwing a sexy party while being in my parents' house without them around
So I had a dream last night that I was housesitting for James Deen and he left a big list of all his porn star friends' phone numbers and got really mad at me when he got back and found that I hadn't called them all up and thrown a sexy party in his house
See?! I'm not the only one!!
A couple black shapes fly out his front door and quickly resolve into what look like a cross between rooster and raven with bright, glowing blue eyes. They catch sight of me pretty quick and I leap off into the street and start booking it. I keep my speed up pretty good, but they hang in the air just a few feet behind me. When I hit the main road/intersection I meet up with some other young folks in various states of distress and we team up to beat up some birds. With the fowl business done, we get to talking and apparently kids are getting rounded up by parents, neighbors, and teachers for some unknown and likely grim reason.
We keep low and stick to the bushes when cars pass. Following traffic, we find there's a big gathering going on in the part of the neighborhood that's still pretty wooded. Sneaking in there, we find a big community sermon underway with normal-ass suburban families sitting on folding chairs under strung-up lights, holding knives of carved flint. Well, it wasn't long until we were spotted. And when the commotion started, a lot of the zealous kind started to go ahead and kick off whatever blood-rite they were working up towards and start slitting throats.
So, I dove into a nearby portable that looked like it had been set up for this 'event'. There were folks inside managing logistics. They had lists of students from the local school districts and were discussing which were present, which might be spared for one reason or another, and who was out of town. I'd pocketed a flint knife on my way in and waved it around acting all excited about how great what we were doing was and all that jazz. They bought it, and we had hot-chocolate and cookies some moms had made while I tried not to think about what was happening outside.
also known as a Crane Fly ...
whipping and spinning around my face and torso.
With the speed and agility known only to Shaolin monks and light-sleepers waking up from a fugue state, I trapped his annoying ass in my hand, fully intent upon taking him outside. But then he turned into an earthworm. And then the earthworm turned into a snake. And what was a grass snake turned into a cobra ... which bit me ... And then I woke up to myself strangling my sheets because I was being attacked by a the notorious 800-Thread-Count-Naptime-Cobra, the deadliest in the world.
When I regained full use of my faculties, I had to chuckle a little bit because I used to sleepwalk back in the day.
As the roommates would tell me after the fact, I would wake them up or walk past their rooms looking for chores or household tasks or conversations to have.
True story:
One of my roomies woke up to me sitting on the edge of his bed and we were picking up a conversation from earlier in the day. He was suitably pissed for about thirty seconds until he realized that I wasn't actually awake. Funny thing is that I was completely coherent, rational and compliant when told to go back to bed. Not long after that, another roomie came home to see me doing dishes at damn-near-dawn; the conversation was casual at first until the roomie realized I wasn't all there. It's supposedly extraordinarily humorous to have your buddy do a week's worth of dishes in an evening.
You're going to have to fight at least five of my buddies in Dallas who want a tidy roommate.
But I have faith in your ability to lay the smack down.
Like, you live here and we will pay you.
Because I spent five years learning that trade from junior high to high school.
I can literally taste the soil and tell you how you have too much alkali in your yard.
It's like the dreams I used to have when I was little about getting the Turtles van for Christmas, and then realising it was only a dream. Except that was about a plastic toy I could probably grab on eBay and have within a week, not an actual, y'know, person.
Uuuugh spend most of my time not having dreams and then these ones won't go away.
Decide on the next line by the rhyme when I choose it.
Also I put songs on YouTube
The musings of this lonely rube.
I made a thread once. It didn't end well for me.
My friend, Tommy, has literally gone to work asleep.
Including the drive there and and back.
He's also known to play magic the gathering while unconscious and is apparently a much bigger asshole about it than when he's awake.
Then I woke up, unable to move, and watched as my bedroom door began to open. The tall person climbed lengthy hand over stretched foot into the room. Flowing like water, and looking like some tortured knot filling up that corner, all tangled in its own limbs. It stared at me for a moment with milky cataracts before surging forward.
Then I was free to sit up and it was gone.
Decide on the next line by the rhyme when I choose it.
Also I put songs on YouTube
The musings of this lonely rube.
I made a thread once. It didn't end well for me.
Then a little after I woke up I had to go put down a snake that my dogs had injured in the yard.
Connection?!?!?!?
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'I ... uh ... don't think ... uhhhhh ....'
'My bookkeeping sucks and I could really use a hand with getting up to date. Maybe some help with setting up a proper work computer.'
'Absolutely, sounds good to me.'
'Or we could have sex.'
' ... Mac or Windows?'
And then I woke up thinking it was a shame you don't see more ladies in trade jobs.
Ray: I gotta get my own place, Gossie.
Gossie: Why? I mean you got free rent right now.
Ray: Like hell it's free rent...
Then they met a bear born after the event and added him to the team.
I don't think I've seen that tumblr.
Link?
I got in touch with the raccoon because I was phone-selling Jihad-brand telephones. Big, clunky 70s things. In my dream, the company would go out of business in the 90s because it was set up to fund the jihad.
I probably am on it because of what I used to do
I tell people it's scary to know some people coming back from the war on terror know how to build a IED out of common household items and are not well adjusted people
I had the dream where I really did have the questionable Chinese food you know the real stuff
Now I crave it but I know I cannot get it
But oddly enough I had that dream again where I am a werewolf.
At this point the dream shifted to us hunting alligators to cook up into delicious meals at the place where I was staying which had now become a culinary school. Gators were full of meat that tasted like marinated, boneless chicken breasts.
It ended with us becoming really good at stealthing around the little island chain by swimming through the water like alligators and finding other young people to sneak up on and scare. Just before waking half the island area had been replaced by gleaming-white, marble bricks and a large walkway dotted with street-lamps. I started climbing the street lamps and doing flying somersaults into the river with other people before I woke up.
I wish I was even I've tenth as athletic in real life as I am in dreams.
And it was like "Scott. I can't hang out right now. Also you have a pencil stabbed into your arm. Why is that not bothering you?"
"now".
Some of my dreams do cross that weird fanfic line.
I had one that was this narutoesque wizard battle. The guy/me was fighting a person using ice duplicates to narrowly avoid punches so he/I called for the cloud from Mario bros 3 warped to an island where he/I learned to make our arms stretch and warped back. then I used my long arms to.play a dogbone drum ( saturday night was the song)that summoned the dog from wacky races who shrank the other wizard and ate her.
I wrote that shit down the second I got up. Though its stayed pretty vivid
I used to have a roommate who routinely sleepwalked. Only instead of washing dishes, he once peed in the recycling can in the kitchen.
Don't get me wrong — it was hilarious. But I still rather he had washed dishes instead.
If your mattress isn't very comfortable, do yourself a favor and get a new one as soon as you can.
I let my bed deteriorate for years and it led to some back problems and a lot of troubles sleeping.
Even if it can get expensive, better sleep means better living. It's basically an investment towards your health.
I think @Darth Waiter is right my head is a tumblr