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I had a dream that a giant pack of large coyotes with docked tails were chasing my landlady's beefalo down the hill in the rain in the dark. Looked like Silent Hill on a farm. I mean, I do live on a beefalo ranch at the top of a hill and the current herding dog is a Rottweiler, but I have yet to see the coyotes.
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My mind created the last few minutes of an Outer Limits episode last night. Basically, it involved Beau Bridges and two other men whose lower torsos were trapped under some mechanism in a ruined lab. Then it was revealed that not only were the three men fused together, their legs had fused into one graboid-like mass. Lots of screaming/freaking out. Fade to black, and fade back in to the fusion of the three men are crawling away from the ruined lab. The other two men have gone feral, randomly reacting to nearby things. Beau tries to eat a plant, and gets this sick/sad look on his face, and begins to rotate his monstrous form for a trip back to the lab. I've lost the Outer Limits Speech, but it had something like "all men must consume the fruit of his endeavors, even if they have lost what makes them men."
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Any of you ever get the craving to listen to a piece of music because you dreamed about it?
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My Lovely Horse posted:Tonight I pulled an Inception and had a dream that I was sleeping and dreaming. And what's more, in that nested dream I was having terrible difficulty getting out of bed in the morning before I "woke up", realized it was morning and I had to get out of bed, and was still so tired that I couldn't. Then I woke up for real and jumped out of bed because I'd had enough of that bullshit.
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A couple weeks ago I had a dream where my fiance had his back turned to me and was crunching on something in his hand. Accusingly I was like " Are you eating cat food?" and then he looked at me guiltily and responded "No!!! .....Okay, yes" and I think I woke myself up laughing so. That was that.
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I had a dream that Jessica Chastain hired/asked me to set up a Nintendo Switch over the headboard of her bed. I was struggling to find the HDMI input, because of the odd positioning of the TV (flatscreen, flush with the wall), plus having to stand on a bed to do it. As dreams tend to do, things changed. Now I was setting things up on a tall dresser drawer I had as a kid, which was on top of a computer desk I once had, and the TV was one I had growing up. Despite the height of this, I managed to set everything up... before the TV fell down and shattered. I was so upset and worried that I had broke a famous actress's TV, I woke myself up.
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I had a dream that DC Comics was courting controversy with a shock storyline in which the Joker captured the Wasp and made Batman watch as he pulled her wings and limbs off one by one and eventually tore her apart in the middle. Controversy and a lawsuit, I suppose, since Wasp is Marvel. I don't know if it goes to my credit that one of the first things that went through my head as I lay there half awake was "how would they follow that up anyway, he goes after Ant-Man with a magnifying glass?" e: it was actually moderately disturbing because they made it extremely graphic, and I also remember I only read about this storyline in my dream and, comics being what they are, wasn't even very surprised they'd go there. My Lovely Horse has a new favorite as of 13:15 on Nov 14, 2017 |
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This morning my friend excitedly told me that she had a dream where my dad was talking to her about his testicles and he referred to them as "my two husbands"
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OK, I woke up an hour ago and I've been replaying as much of this in my head as I could so I didn't lose anything. This might be disjointed. It'll probably be long. The dream started in a K-Mart; I was wearing a t-shirt, underwear, and nothing else. I couldn't remember how I got there, or even where "there" was, apart from "inside a K-Mart, somewhere." I decided the best thing to do would be to act confident, like I knew exactly what I was doing and that there was nothing weird about it, and I headed to the men's clothes to try and pick out some pants, etc. On my way there, a security guard started following me; he was at a distance at first, but his pace was quickening, and he was gaining on me, because I knew speeding up would make it sound as though I knew that the increasingly strident calls of "sir? SIR" were, in fact, aimed at me. Finally, he caught up to me, and grabbed me by the arm. I said, "I'm here to buy some clothes," which, I mean, to look at me, you could tell I wasn't lying, at least. He snapped the price tags off a pair of basketball shorts and a pair of too-small sandals and told me to take them and leave. I put them on, and I did. After wandering down the highway for a while (a two-lane with gravel shoulders out in the apparent middle of nowhere), I came upon an old-style motel, the kind they used to refer to as a "motor court." It was surrounded on all sides by a high fence. I'll draw a map of it and label the stuff that becomes relevant:  There were a lot of people milling around in the parking lot; they all seemed to know each other and the mood was genial. I came through the entrance gate, and shortly a man in a dark corduroy suit came up to me and said "you finally made it! Welcome! I know a couple of people who are going to be very happy to see you." He gestured towards two women who were standing and talking: one of them was wearing a plain, knee-length brown dress, the other was wearing some sort of standard brown highway patrol uniform. They didn't notice me until I was about a few feet from them. The woman in the dress broke out in a grin when she saw my face and immediately embraced me; the other smiled genuinely but more reservedly, and took a couple of steps back, as if to give us space. I knew instantly that I was happy to see them both, too; with one arm, I gestured the woman in the uniform to join us in a group hug. I still had no idea who they were. There's a lot here that's fuzzy, so I'll paraphrase: we got to talking, among the three of us and with other guests (this was some sort of convention). I explained my situation. The man in the suit who'd originally greeted me took us out through the west gate and showed me a blue VW Beetle in an apparent state of disrepair. He told me by morning, someone would have it running again, and that I could take it. Eventually, the sun set, and we all went to the amphitheatre around back of the motel. There was a big concrete wall separating that structure from the motel itself, and on that wall, a movie was projected. I don't remember what we watched. I think it was a comedy. The mood was celebratory, and there were a lot of smiles. I sat between the two women and the body language was not that of lovers but of old friends who were comfortable with one another. When the movie ended, it was completely dark, no stars or moon in the sky. The only light came from the parking lot lights. It was then I noticed the "broadcast trucks," for lack of a better description. Big white panel trucks with satellite dishes on their roofs had been moved into a position to block the gates leading out of the parking lot. It would have been impossible for a person to even squeeze through, and you could forget about climbing the fence. I started to fret a bit. The two women and I went to our motel room; we had only just been given our keys and room assignments after the movie. The domestic arrangements were very spare; the majority of the room's small space was dominated by a big TV set hooked up to several old playback devices (VHS, Betamax, U-matic, etc). I'm a little bit of an old A/V technology dork IRL, and this carried over into the dream: I found this all extremely neat. There was also a big cardboard box in the middle of the floor, and yeah, sure enough, it was full of styrofoam cases that contained old tapes. The only indication of what might have been on any of them was from their worn labels, and from the titles, I guessed that a lot of them were pornography, which I found extremely weird. We decided on one that seemed "safe" and I put it into one of the A/V decks. The moment I slotted that tape into the deck, I had this vision of a ball of white light being pierced like a soup dumpling and streamed into an even blacker circle against an already-black sky. The world went white and then black. And then I was talking to... an angel, I guess. It seemed that the devil had conspired to destroy God (who existed, apparently, but had abandoned its creation and took no active part in it, other than sustaining it by sheer virtue of its existence) by proposing a reconciliation. This was to be a betrayal, of course, the moment God let its guard down in order to properly forgive the devil. Something about the arrangement at the motel, the configuration of everything, was like a circuit, and all of us guests putting those mysterious tapes into those decks out of curiosity was the thing that would complete the circuit. Then things were reset to just after the movie, except the sky was as light as noon. The bodies of the other convention guests turned into white light and streamed into the sky. The two women and I burst into flames, and opened the doors of the U-Haul truck that had been parked in the lot the whole time. Inside were exact copies of the three of us, naked, with huge knives. There was an expression of sad envy on their faces, and they went to stab themselves in the heart, but we reached out and touched them and they burned to ashes, and then I woke up.
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please tag your Twin Peaks S4 spoilers
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I had a racist dream night before last. And I don't mean that I, or anyone in this dream, said or did anything racist, but that the dream itself was an ableist representation of a certain ethnic group. Basically, in this dream world, it was just a given fact that Asians could not see circles, due to the shape of their eyes. This was clear to me as I watched an Asian man desperately look inside a barrel for something he dropped, but as soon as he began to look through the top, the barrel became invisible to him. It was confusing.
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garfield hentai posted:This morning my friend excitedly told me that she had a dream where my dad was talking to her about his testicles and he referred to them as "my two husbands" I once dreamed a conversation with a woman who used the phrase "laying eggs" as the female equivalent of sowing one's wild oats.
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My dream last night was about watching movie-like footage of demons from outer space killing a spaceship crew. I can only remember what two of them looked like. One demon was a grey-blue torso with stumps right where the arms would attach to the shoulder and it had a neck but no head. It was suspended by wires and hoses above the floor in a room full of skinned humans. One of the cadavers was alive and walked around. Its organs were visible and didn't have a membrane or sinew to keep them from falling out but they remained in place. Though it did pull out its pancreas and started chewing on it. The other demon was nicknamed "Captain Communism." It was something like Skeletor from He-Man where it had a skull head, but the neck was also exposed bone. The bones were blood red. The creature was in full body armor and carried a big laser rifle on its back.
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Last night's dream was really disgusting, but I'll share it anyway because it involves a SA forums post. Some guy posted a thread in Ask/Tell about how his cat wouldn't stop loving his tools. The cat was neutered but apparently really liked the feel of cold metal, because he kept getting into the basement to gently caress the tools, and the poster was upset that he was "leaving his weak & sour sauce everywhere." Oh, and there were pictures of course. So please imagine a washed-out flash photo of one of those creepy hairless Siamese cats in a dark and grimy goon basement, humping a plumber's wrench.
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I was out in the desert, shooting a movie called Frankenstein Returns from the Dead. Of course, the Frankenstein in question was actually the Monster, but you know how it goes. The main thrust of the movie was that the Monster was actually well-spoken, thoughtful, and generally gentle (I've never read the book, but I feel like I've picked up that character outline sort of osmotically through cultural exposure), but had for years been under the control of a parasite, about the size of a medium-sized dog, whose fore- and rear legs were wrapped around his neck and torso. The parasite fed off of negative emotions (I think?) and caused the Monster to go on destructive rampages, but the Monster had enough sense to drag himself in some forsaken desert cave, and went into some sort of symbiotic coma w/ the parasite. Eventually the parasite wakes up, leaves in search of a new host, and shortly thereafter the Monster wakes up, realizes what has happened, and decides to pursue and destroy the parasite before it can hurt anyone else. Of course, the trouble here is that the authorities are after the Monster due to the aforementioned rages. This backstory was all that sort of pre-loaded dream context, like you know how most dreams sort of start in medias res and your mind just automatically knows enough of what's going on so that it's not really at all bizarre. The only scenes I remember actually shooting were: (1) the Monster leaving the cave (2) a weird high-kicking musical scene with government agents in black suits (3) the scene in which the Monster actually kills the parasite by stabbing it in both its bulbous, shoulder-mounted eyes with syringes full of poison (?) and (4) the scene that was most interesting to me upon waking, involving a subplot in which an alien was found wandering in the very same desert by a couple of small children and was answering their questions. The alien looked like a handsome human male of about 18-20 years of age, was covered in downy white hair or fur, and had some sort of nose/mouth protrusion, like a snout or a beak, that he wore double-layers of a painter's mask to cover. I seem to remember the intention being that the alien would end up helping the Monster in some way. This was all out of order, and my perspective, as is so often the case, kept switching between me doing things in first-person, me watching myself do things in the third, and finally, watching the goings-on of this nascent movie as though they were actually happening. That's it!
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Double-posting to resurrect this thread because it's a topic close to my heart and y'all need to get in here and post some dreams. One thing that especially interests me is recurring dreams, or recurring themes in dreams. I'll give you a (pretty sad) example: Every few months, I'll have a dream that my guinea pig, who died ten years ago, is actually still alive. What makes it so heartbreaking for me is that I always find him in an disused storage room, or attic, or some such space, and he's been alive but completely forgotten and neglected all along: wasted down to skin and bones, shivering in a corner of an absolutely filthy cage. Somehow, he held onto life, waiting for me to come back and take care of him again, and yet... I don't know what this says about me that I don't already know, though.
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I completely forgot about Blue Stubs and Captain Communism until this thread got bumped.
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Pastry of the Year posted:One thing that especially interests me is recurring dreams, or recurring themes in dreams. I'll give you a (pretty sad) exaEvery few months, I'll have a dream that my guinea pig, who died ten years ago, is actually still alive. What makes it so heartbreaking for me is that I always find him in an disused storage room, or attic, or some such space, and he's been alive but completely forgotten and neglected all along: wasted down to skin and bones, shivering in a corner of an absolutely filthy cage. Somehow, he held onto life, waiting for me to come back and take care of him again, and yet... I've had many nightmares similar to this, where I suddenly remember that I have a pet that I've neglected or mistreated for years. Pets who have been dead for years, pets I currently own, and ones who only exist in the dream. I found out earlier this month that my wife is pregnant, so I'm sure these dreams are only going to get worse.
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I have a recurring style of dream. The details are always different, but basically it's this : I'm waiting for a boat flume ride, always indoors, usually a dark ride. Sometimes the dream is me looking for the line, sometimes it's me standing in line by myself or talking shop with the owners. Most of the time I wake up before the ride starts, but occasionally, if my idiot cats don't wake me up, I actually get to ride the drat thing. Lots of pretty colors and lights most of the time, with a bit of a Willy Wonka boat ride by way of Pirates of the Caribbean vibe. The rides generally don't make sense. Though I'm definitely in a boat with water splashing around me. One time, I was waiting in line for a ride because I was helping the cast of Leverage catch a bad dude. They needed someone in the inside. Another time, this most recent one, the hosts of Last Podcast on the Left were the people behind this ride and it was supposed to be ooky spooky, but I woke up before I got a chance to ride. I mean I like dark boat rides in real life, but this is a very frequent theme.
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I once had a dream that I was sitting in the bleachers of my old high school gymnasium watching a basketball game. The actor Skeet Ulrich was sitting behind me and he kept trying to grab and touch me. It was making me very uncomfortable, so I left. When I woke up, I was amused that I had a dream about a C-list actor rather than creeped out by the attempted molestation. One night after drinking too much vodka, I had a vivid dream (it was very movie-like) about a squad of soldiers in France during WWII. They were trying to find the girlfriend of one of the soldiers (think 'Saving Private Ryan' with a romantic twist). Then it switched perspective to said girlfriend, and she was making love to another woman in a barn. I woke up before the narrative finished, but it made me very sad. All of the characters would have a lot of difficult feelings and issues to resolve. I hope everything works out okay for the dream people 
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I walk into a taco place near my house "Hey, I'd like to order some tacos," I tell the guy behind the counter. "Sorry, we're out." "What?" "I'm sorry," He repeats. "We're out." There's an incredulous pause and a blank stare before I press further. "What do you mean you're out?" "I mean we're out." He says. "How can a taco place be out of tacos?" "Don't know." "You mean, like, no meat, no tortillas, nothing?" "Don't know." He says again. I glance at the counter he's standing in front of. There are a number of dishes on display, and apparently it's early enough that my brain figures they look like they were cooked recently. "Can't I just have those?" I point to the ones on display. "Sorry, not for sale." He shakes his head. "Why can't I pay you for those?" "Don't know." "These ones," I point to them. "Yeah." "These ones, right here." I say again. "Yeah. "I can't have them?" "No." "Can I talk to your manager?" "He's not here." I'm more than slightly annoyed now. "What do you mean he's not here?" "He's not here." He says again. "How can a taco place be out of tacos and the manager isn't even here?" At this point, a small crowd of some older people gather next to me to bear witness. "I don't know." He says. His blank stare hasn't changed throughout the whole thing. "Dude, I just want some tacos-" He cuts me off. "We can't help you." I wake up utterly annoyed and confused by all this. I just wanted to go back to sleep and hop back in this dream to confront this gentleman again, because I still demand some god drat answers. Had another dream where I wanted to get two dozen donuts all for myself from a donut shop. However, I was embarrassed by the amount of donuts I was getting, so I'm standing there, at the register, loudly acting like im talking on the phone with coworkers to play it off like I'm getting them for a meeting at work. "YEAH, YEAH, KATE LOVES THOSE CINNAMON ONES," I'm sweating bullets like I'm trying to talk my way out of a drug deal gone bad. "YEAH AND GET FOUR OR SO OF THE CREAM FILLED ONES, THE GUYS FROM THE OTHER OFFICE LOVE THOSE TOO." The woman behind the register is watching me like I'm a loving weird, crazy rear end in a top hat - warranted - and it just creates this feedback loop where I continue trying to act like I'm most definitely NOT getting two dozen loving donuts for myself so I just keep putting on this poorly thought out show before I finally get the loving boxes in hand and...I wake up. Tbh, I haven't had a "bad" dream or a nightmare in years by a lot of my friends standards and I feel someone guilty when my friends with anxiety problems tell me about their hosed up dreams and I'm like "yea, I dreamt I couldn't get my fuckin tacos, yo, poo poo was aggravating"
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I'm quite feverish at the moment from a chest and throat infection, and this morning while flitting in and out of sleep I had a dream about eating a meal of chicken and potatoes. There were shards of bone in the (delicious) chicken, and as I chewed they were cutting up my mouth; it turned out I'd been chewing on the sides of my cheek and tongue while dreaming, and I woke myself up by biting down pretty hard on my cheek to the point where I tasted blood. Not the craziest dream, but I like how it demonstrates the bland stupidity of my subconscious mind I've also had this dream where my teeth have fallen out, but when I hold them in my dream hands they feel as they feel when they're in your mouth when you feel them with your tongue, if that makes sense. I didn't feel any anxiety about losing my teeth though, just sort of like "huh, what are those doing out here?". It took place in this strange desaturated grey blue green concrete and glass and french art nouveau sort of architecture space with a strange cubist geometry, though that maybe be just because I have a terrible sense of perspective. One of the nicest fever dreams I've had was when I had the flu during exam season at university. I was a kid sitting in the back seat of a car on a sunny day, like when your parents take you out on errands when you're young but they don't take you in the store with them, and I was just staring out of the window at the blue sky and a sort of circular shimmering crystalline structure slowly came into existence floating there outside my window, made of countless individual pieces rotating in on themselves in and out of reality refracting the light from the sun and forming incredible patterns. It felt like I was watching it in a sort of calm awe for a long time, though that may have been one of those dream time illusions, but I woke up feeling pretty okay despite having flu and knowing I had an exam in 3 hours.
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cool kids inc. posted:I get recurring dreams where I get lost in the airport because none of the drat signs make sense. They usually point in circles and I end up in some weird suburban neighborhood and having to take a taxi back to the airport, because the terminal isn't in fact, in the Johnson's backyard. It's very confusing and odd. Hey there travel buddy For me it's trains. Trains I have to take to get somewhere. Most times with a ton of luggage that I can't load fast enough into the train. Or I'm missing money for the ticket or I can't even buy a ticket because the machine makes no sense. Also, I think my trains also drive to the backyard of the Johnsons. If you go in through the backdoor and leave through the front door, the outside is half your old school and half another train station/airport?
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I was being examined after a serious car accident. I seemed to be okay, until my eyes started watering and I started sneezing. Blood dripped from my nose, and I felt something - something hard and foreign - up inside my nose. I dug it out with a finger, and discovered it was the head of a transparent plastic zip tie. I kept pulling on it, and it kept coming out; it was a long one, and it was coated in yellow mucus and streaks of blood. I sneezed again, and felt another one come down into my nostril. Pulled that one out, same deal. I sneezed yet again; the next zip tie came down the back of my throat, in the way sinus drainage does. Every one I pulled out, I could feel uncoiling and sliding around behind my eyes, up in my sinuses. I was afraid that one would come out with actual pieces of my brain attached. This was all happening in an empty examination room, by myself - no one was there to see it happen, or to help, and for some reason I was terrified of actually telling someone, since I didn't know who had put them in my head or why. I think I ended up getting five out, but I could feel that there were more inside by the way my sinuses felt both emptier and still "occupied". Someone came into the room to tell me that my employer had called, and I'd be responsible for reimbursing them for half the blue book value of the destroyed car. That made me more anxious than the zip ties.
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I suddenly became a genius musician, creating melodies and harmonies like the world had never heard before! I toured the world with my new music and people filled stadiums to be amazed at my musicianship! I had one song in particular that was a massive hit and everyone loved it. Then I woke up and realized I hadn't actually written anything. It was 'Angels We Have Heard on High'.
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Apr 23, 2018 06:27
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I've been having a recurring dream where I'm a MCU character who was thrown into a lake where crystals grow in 1218 because the town thought I was a witch. The crystals in the water went into my body and now I'm immortal and can control water. This involves being able to walk or swim in the air by manipulating the water molecules in it and walking a thin line between good and evil by forbidding myself from creating slaves by taking over a person's blood. I'm constantly tempted to do so. I should contact Stan Lee.
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I had a very vivid dream that there was a hidden door in the back of my closet that led into a cart being driven by the Baby from the television show "Dinosaurs" while an instrumental version of "I'm the Baby Gotta Love Me" played in the background. He would periodically yell out "again" and "gotta love me". Usually I say dreams are meaningless and it's dumb to think about them but this one has got to mean something important and I am pissed that it ended up not being real.
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this thread makes me very glad I don't dream
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LORD OF BOOTY posted:this thread makes me very glad I don't dream Thanks!
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I was either playing a video game or I was the player character, it kind of kept flipping, but I was fighting some mook skeleton enemy that was just about the most common one in the game. They had two attacks, one you could block and parry and one you could only block. This one grabbed me and leaned in for a kiss. I was extremely surprised in my role as both character and player, and I also gained a status effect named Lip Rot. Then I "woke up" into another dream where I was with my girlfriend. This was not my actual real life girlfriend nor any other woman I know, just some lady my subconscious came up with and attached the "girlfriend" identifier to. I started telling her about the silly video game dream and realized immediately I was still dreaming. I remember hearing myself say "oh poo poo this is a dream too, isn't it? Aw no. Please be real." shortly before I woke up. ... into another dream that I can't remember much about except I was at school, which was on the yard of a car dealership in my hometown, a business I have no particular connection to. If someone inceptioned me tonight, I can't begin to fathom what they want me to do, they're gonna have to spell it out for me.
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I keep a dream log because I sometimes have really intense dreams. Sometimes they're pretty short, but other times there's a really coherent scenario and I'm able to remember a lot of it. I'll post a few of them. Some of this stuff is really stream of conscious so forgive me if it looks like a chat log. quote:Holy gently caress I forgot to post about the dream I had last night. quote:I'm laying in my bed in the pre dawn hours. It's still dark outside, but the sun is slowly cresting over the horizon and light is creeping its way into the room. Deep orange sunlight starts coming in through the blinds and the rays are inching up the wall as the sun rises higher and higher. quote:I was on a military submarine with Hitler and we somehow turned him into "good" Hitler This one was a short thought. quote:I'm apparently the most sexually adept male in dreams but I can't cum so it's all for nothing. quote:I had a dream last night where I felt that one of my teeth was loose. Like there was another tooth growing up under it. Really glad I quit this job. quote:I had a rage dream last night where I broke a chair over my boss' back quote:I'm in this college town trying to pick up women. I meet this girl in a bar who is with a group of her friends and we hit it off. She agrees to go on a date the next day to this museum that's in town. This disturbed me a bit, but the entry was short. quote:Anybody get murdered in a sex orgy? Because I did in my dream last night. quote:I'm on a hill in a forested area. Kind of like a slope with sparse tree cover on it with a bit of dried grass covering it. The grass is a yellow color like there's been a drought for a long time, but the trees are green with all their leaves. quote:Dream from last night: Sometimes I can remember a lot of detail and other times I just remember the mood or feeling. These entries date back about 2 years. I've always had weird dreams but didn't start writing them down until then.
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Dreams where you can’t wake up from them. You try to wake up but you can’t. The first time this happened was when my husband got his new job that was 90% travel and he was leaving on his first trip. I kept seeing him leave and thinking “wake up” and then I would, only to look out the window and realize I’m still asleep in a dream. It was poo poo and felt like poo poo and not being able to wake up from a nightmare is the worst thing ever. The only time this ever happened again was when I had a seizure and when I woke up I thought I was in a dream and was trying so so so hard to wake up but I couldn’t so I asked the EMT if I was dead and he laughed and said (nicely) no you’re not. Made me feel better.
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I had a dream last night where I met a podcaster whose stuff I listen to. The oddities being that my brain decided to represent him as a little person (which I know he's not), set in some sort of convention that was also somehow a dingy back alley.
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An e-mail from my dad where he talked about going to a local elementary school to watch a cricket game "but it was just these West Indian kids." Also one of them kept yelling "I have a boner" and he wanted to know what that meant.
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I was having a job interview with my old boss to get rehired at my old company. At the end of the interview he said he'd like to hire me but "you're clearly just saying the things you think I want to hear." When I woke up I was still upset and confused about what else he wanted.
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May 10, 2018 15:35
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Say Nothing posted:Well, I think I've filled my quota. Pastry of the Year posted:I was being examined after a serious car accident. I seemed to be okay, until my eyes started watering and I started sneezing. Blood dripped from my nose, and I felt something - something hard and foreign - up inside my nose. I dug it out with a finger, and discovered it was the head of a transparent plastic zip tie. I kept pulling on it, and it kept coming out; it was a long one, and it was coated in yellow mucus and streaks of blood. trickybiscuits has a new favorite as of 16:18 on Jun 18, 2018 |
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May 11, 2018 16:28
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I don't know why last night's stress dream involved bicycling down the middle of a busy highway in the middle of the night to buy a mattress from the mall, and then bicycling it back home, but it was bad and I didn't enjoy it. drat bicycle wouldn't even go straight.
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May 18, 2018 14:43
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My wife hands me her phone to show me a YouTube video, and tells me to "watch the guy in blue." It's an outtake from a Saved By the Bell-type show. A girl wearing a heavy sweatshirt, with her arms crossed in front of her, enters an empty classroom followed by two boys who are stage whispering to each other, trying to figure out if she's concealing a pregnancy. The boy in the blue shirt is named Mark, and as the scene goes on it's increasingly clear that he has no idea where he's supposed to be standing, despite his desk having a name card and wrapped gifts that match the color of his shirt. I guess it's sort of funny that Mark can't find his mark, but I'm not sure why I'm watching this. As more people file into the room it transforms into an award-winning documentary called "Grooming for Bangladesh," about this group of charity workers who traveled to Bangladesh to offer services like haircuts and body waxing to impoverished women. Scene in which a group of pale, hirsute women with bone deformities from malnourishment are lined up, asked what their husbands want, and some of them are shaved like dogs. The camera follows them as they're led back home, which is a collection of stereotypical gypsy caravans inside a large warehouse that is also a Denny's. A view through one of the caravan windows into a red-curtained bedroom. The husband, a fat old man with a turban and a waxed mustache, winks playfully at the camera. I'm in bed in a college dorm room talking to a TA who may have been the sweatshirt girl from before. I ask her if there's class tomorrow, she says she's not sure, and I add that of course I haven't studied for that math exam I forgot about until just now, in reference to the many other times I've had that dream. Beside me is a big glass display case full of nerd stuff like painted Gundam models and sealed Magic: the Gathering booster boxes, with a sticker displaying the total value of the contained items on the front: $3,295. The case's owner, some gross neckbeard who may have been related to me, is arguing that everyone buys these cases pre-filled these days, and it's actually ironic commentary on conspicuous consumption in nerd culture. TA gets increasingly upset with him, and I take advantage of the distraction to duck into the other room, holding a jizz-soaked towel I'd been trying to hide. Their cat had recently given birth to a litter of kittens, and I decide to hide the towel in the kittens' bedding, but oh no! I didn't make sure that all the kittens were out first. So now there's this week-old calico kitten pitifully trying to claw its way out from under a jizz towel. Meanwhile back in the kitchen, the TA opens a cabinet and discovers that someone had stuck a bowl of duck sauce in there, where it had spilled and gotten the clean dishes all sticky. She starts angrily taking plates out and shattering them on the floor.
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Jun 10, 2018 17:57
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There are these crude silver bracelets with cryptic conversational messages (in English) etched into them, found throughout Europe and dating from as recently as the early 1800s. It had long been theorized that these were worn by Jewish assassins, and the Biblical references in the messages were coded information detailing the physical description and location of their targets, but this was only confirmed recently when one was found in a leather pouch along with the remains of a king's eyeball. I'm talking about this with my Palestinian coworker when he suddenly looks around to make sure no one else is listening, then he leans in and whispers to me: "You see, for better or for worse, they are a very clever people. A 45-year old Jewish woman, here? She is a friend to China. You will see." Edit: I've noticed a weird recent trend in my dreams where they're vaguely racist, in nonsensical ways. Rollersnake has a new favorite as of 15:31 on Jun 17, 2018 |
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garfield hentai posted:This morning my friend excitedly told me that she had a dream where my dad was talking to her about his testicles and he referred to them as "my two husbands" Star Man posted:Any of you ever get the craving to listen to a piece of music because you dreamed about it? trickybiscuits has a new favorite as of 16:22 on Jun 18, 2018 |
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