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Star Man posted:Any of you ever get the craving to listen to a piece of music because you dreamed about it? I woke up singing Aztec Camera's "Somewhere in my Heart" one morning. Last time I heard that song had to have been in the 80s, but I woke up singing it and knew every drat word. edit: Same thing with "Big Country" by Big Country. Remembered every word.
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I once had "My Life" by Billy Joel stuck in my head all day because I'd heard it in a dream the previous night.
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Jun 21, 2018 17:10
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Last night I dreamed I was in this college class on human sexuality taught by a lady who was probably in her seventies. The way she taught was through the use of porn movies. The old kind, on tapes. But first we as a class had to come to a consensus on what kind. Some Finnish lesbian thing I think we decided on. Okay, so now I had to go retrieve the tape from the rusty old office archive where they were kept (in filing cabinets) and as I went down the hallways I passed some more old people playing shuffleboard with mops. They were talking about the thirties and how they'd hidden stuff from Hitler during the War (specifically from Hitler himself, apparently) in this very building but now they were too old to find it.
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Jun 23, 2018 04:41
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I just woke up from a dream in which I had posted a huge image of a rainbow trout in some thread, I don't remember the context, and saw the the next post was someone quoting that image and saying "there should be a randomizer for watching knife reviews on youtube" That's it, and that's verbatim.
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Jun 23, 2018 14:01
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Dreamt that I had a friend whose boyfriend was an octopus. At some point a coworker of mine got a hold of it and was throwing it around. Throwing it at me and generally abusing it despite my pleas to stop. Eventually I was able to wrest the octopus from his clutches. I was then stuck carrying the injured critter for some time as I continued my dream. I got to my destination to find that he had died, or was on the verge of death. I laid him on the floor to try and administer first aid, but my dog came and ate him. I was doubly worried that he might not be dead and my dog was killing him, and that he'd kill her in a flurry of tentacles in her throat. Fortunately for my dog he actually was dead. Thanks for being a meal for my dog at least I thought. RIP octopus boyfriend.
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Jul 2, 2018 14:42
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dog nougat posted:RIP octopus boyfriend. Could you say that he became... dog nougat?
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Jul 4, 2018 08:43
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I had a dream I was texting a coworker about my rear end hurting (IRL I slipped on a sock and hurt my tailbone and it hurts like hell) and he was like “lol omg stop I’m laughing so hard.” I must have been sleeping on my back cause I woke up and it hurts. Welp, I’m off to the doctors’, again.
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Jul 4, 2018 12:47
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I'd just got off a plane, and airport security pulled me off to the side for a random check. A young woman asked me fairly reasonable questions for some time. At the end she said okay, there was just one final test she needed to put me through, I'd need to get an autograph from William Shatner. Shatner was sat in a small room nearby. He wasn't actually a part of the security proceedings, he just happened to be giving autographs that day in the arrivals section, but they must have decided to incorporate him because I guess you can't be a terrorist if you get his autograph. Maybe William Shatner is haram. He had a whole merch table set up with DVDs and posters, but there was nothing you'd immediately associate with Shatner or had his name on the cover. There was a short queue, and I kept looking at stuff like Rocky and thinking "oh hey, never knew he was even in that." Not a single piece of anything Star Trek related in the whole room. When it was my turn I asked him if he'd sign something for me. I wondered if I should tell him it was for a security check, but I thought maybe looking like you wanted it for yourself was part of the test. He said sure, just hand him anything and he'd be happy to sign it. However, all I had in my hand luggage were some books I didn't particularly want William Shatner's autograph on, so I had to buy something. The security lady was politely keeping in the background but watching closely what I was doing. I asked her if it wasn't a little unfair to expect me to make a purchase just for the security check, and she said not to worry, the government would foot the bill. Fair enough, I thought, but it was still all stuff I didn't really want, so I stood there for about ten minutes thinking about what I didn't want the least. Finally I got a bit fed up with the whole affair and decided I'd just let the security lady deal with owning an unneeded DVD, and asked her what on this table she personally wouldn't want. I caught her off guard with that, but she just kinda dodged the question, so to teach the government a lession about foolish security checks, I said I'd simply buy the most expensive thing on the table, which was the original drawing of Venom's first appearance in Spider-Man ("never knew he had a hand in that"). That spurred her into action and she settled on the Rocky DVD, I got my autograph, and we celebrated the fact that I'd finally made a selection and could enter the country. Shatner reached into a shelf and pulled out a tray of drinks that looked decidedly like dishwater, but I didn't want to jeopardize the transaction on the home stretch by rejecting the offer.
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Jul 5, 2018 07:29
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My Lovely Horse posted:I'd just got off a plane, and airport security pulled me off to the side for a random check. A young woman asked me fairly reasonable questions for some time. At the end she said okay, there was just one final test she needed to put me through, I'd need to get an autograph from William Shatner. Sounds great. Lost it at the dishwater drinks bit. Keep dreamin 
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Jul 5, 2018 07:53
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I've got a problem. I had to move back home to Wyoming at the beginning of last year, two months after I finished my undergrad, because my dad died and my cheap place to live in Denver got sold. I keep dreaming about an old flame from high school all the time. We remained friends after school, but I seem to have made her mad about something and haven't seen her in over a year. I'm not completely clear on why and don't think I ever will be (something like I seem to not want to be around her, though I keep a safe distance from women who are friends that are in a relationship or married) and they've been married for four years. It's driving me loving crazy and I want it to stop. I think I dream about this person because they're familiar to me and because I'm just by myself all thevtime because everyone I know is married and has a litter of kids and it's hard to meet new people where I live. Everyone I meet who is single is a single parent and I am not into kids. I'd feel better if I dreamed about some crush I had in Denver instead.
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Jul 5, 2018 15:01
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Last night I dreamed that I was talking to my little sister about someone, and for some reason I was reminded of a song, but she'd never heard it. So I started trying to sing it, but I couldn't remember all of the words and I really sucked. I tried to google the lyrics but it wasn't working, because it kept auto-correcting "Led Zeppelin" into strange and bizarre things. I think one of the results was for Cate or Caitlin ((Lastname)). It was super frustrating, and I was staring at the screen trying to make sure I spelled everything right, or trying to use different search terms but nothing worked. Then instead of a phone I had my laptop out, and a ton of porn popups started taking over the screen. We were back in our old house, my sister was a kid again, and dad walked into the room as I was frantically trying to fix things and pleading with the popups to go away. I was terrified that he thought I was looking at porn but he just laughed and walked away. In a panic I just shut the computer off and hoped I could fix it later. Then I realized I could have just looked through dad's CDs for the right one and it would probably have the lyrics (nevermind actually listening to the drat song..) but all of my Nintendo Switch games got in the way. There were dozens and dozens of game cases for multiple Nintendo systems, even though I've never owned most of them. Eventually I found the right CD and I was checking the track list, but that was the end of the dream. After I woke up I realized the song was actually by Pink Floyd. 
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Jul 7, 2018 03:49
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I had a dream where I was riding the bus and some guy called me a human being and tried to cut my hair with a bowie knife but he ended up scalping the back of my head and I lodged a metal ruler in his head.
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Jul 9, 2018 05:34
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Had one the other day in which my mother and I were talking about the possibility of aliens, and I said something like 'maybe there's real evidence out there but no one will ever believe the person that has it' and her response was to tell me I should always believe someone, and show me a picture on her phone from her cousin's Facebook page: apparently back in 1976 or so (when said cousin would have been about ten) she took a photo in her living room of these little round creatures with brown fur and orange eyes. No limbs at all; they were hovering a few inches off the floor. These, apparently, were aliens. Mom came across the photo when looking for makeup tips (said cousin is not into makeup at all) because she had some kind of new face powder that now wouldn't come off after she applied it (it was graphite-colored) and I offered to help. Apparently the solution was to put toothpaste on over the powder and it would then come off, so I tried to help her put some on her face but I missed and smeared toothpaste into her hair behind her ear instead.
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Jul 9, 2018 13:25
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Astrofig posted:Had one the other day in which my mother and I were talking about the possibility of aliens, and I said something like 'maybe there's real evidence out there but no one will ever believe the person that has it' and her response was to tell me I should always believe someone, and show me a picture on her phone from her cousin's Facebook page: apparently back in 1976 or so (when said cousin would have been about ten) she took a photo in her living room of these little round creatures with brown fur and orange eyes. No limbs at all; they were hovering a few inches off the floor. These, apparently, were aliens.  But with eyes?
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Jul 10, 2018 16:07
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The cast of my dreams is like 95% baseball players, 4% family, and 1% friends, but in the past three-ish months I have had two sex dreams about one of my coworkers and I am perturbed. 
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Jul 10, 2018 18:27
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Every Friday night I drive to my Phil's, house in the neighboring town over. We goof off and play videogames until the wee morning hours. It's about a 45 minute drive. It's certainly lonely and a bit creepy at night, because I take the country roads to get there faster. In this dream, I'm driving to Phil's with Max, who's carpooling. He's an old highschool friend, and this drive is a bit of a reunion for us. It's a Friday night as usual. As pass by the small set of run down houses and boarded up stores, Max wants to get out of the car immediately and check to see if someone is there. He won't tell me who. I begrudgingly stop the car and I start following him around as he knocks on the doors of mobile homes. There porch and street lights are all off. No moon in the sky; it's much darker than usual. Max is getting impatient, and he finds a crowbar and starts wedging these doors open. Nobody is home in any of these houses. The insides are all abandoned and dirty. Max notices a mobile home in the distance, with a faint glow escaping a boarded window. We run over and see if anyone is in there. A short hispanic gal opens the door. The inside is lit, clean, and lived in. Some Pixar movie is playing with children watching. Max knows this girl, it's his girlfriend. He tells me to say put while they "talk" in the back room. No, they aren't doing that, they're actually just smoking weed. Two hours pass and I'm falling asleep on the sofa, watching whatever weird family movie is still running. Max tells me the trip to Phils is cancelled, because there's a disease being spread. We're safe, because we're hispanic. Its effecting people with low melanin counts. Something about the air is causing fair skinned people to burn. As Max and I leave the house, we notice countless people limping around on the street, all silent and looking towards the ground. Their skin is swollen, and they're almost twice their size because of it. Their clothes have ripped from the expansion, and their skin resembles albino beef jerky. We slowly make our way to the car, but these people don't seem to notice or care. They're essentially mindless husks. As we're about to leave, one of the people walks in front of our car and looks at us. It has almost no face left. It moves out of the way to let us pass. We make our way out of this small town, when a bunch of people in lab coats with hoods and torches block the road. They yell something to us, but we cant make out what it is. It's clear they want to talk to us, outside of the safety of the car. Their leader is masked with breathing tubes and a white hoodie. He tells us God is upset with the world and that we need to help them cleanse the disease. We're suggested/threatened into following them into this barn, where a world famous basketball player is being held. He's black. As such, he's not affected by whatever disease is going around. I'm not allowed to approach him, since it would create sin. I do so anyway. He tells me they're blaming him for the disease. Since he's the only one not affected, he must be the reason. They threw in some pseudoscientific religious mumbo jumbo into it. I know we're dead men with these hooded torch people, so I pretend to be some archbishop and claim that I need this basketball player with me to cleanse the world. All 3 of us need to be free, in fact. The strange men talk amongst eachother and let us leave, but want us gone before they change their mind. Somehow, we drive home without any issue. Everything else is okay with the world. The next day, I'm assaulted by college students wearing pink shirts saying something to the effect of "KILL THE HOMO MEN LIKERS". I throw pencils at these people in self defense, because my pockets are magically filled with them. There's another group I see knocking on my neighbors door, with signs saying "WHITE AMERICA". I throw pencils at them too. Both groups leave and a manager of a gas station gives me a warm sub sandwich. He was in the crowd too, but as an investigative journalist undercover. I eat the sandwich. yes, I write these dreams down as soon as I wake up so I remember the details.
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Jul 12, 2018 00:26
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buglord posted:
I need to start doing this cause I always have crazy dreams that, when I wake up, I want to post here (yes I am lame) but then when I fully wake up I have forgotten them. I still have the feeling I had in the dream though which is weird. The one I’m thinking of is a positive feeling in my stomach. No I have not eaten a big meal. E: poo poo! That made me remember one I had last night! I was at a restaurant with presumably family and got an egg on top of some bread(?) it wasn’t normal bread but more that weird, gross Ethiopian spongy bread, but it was toasted, and something else (bacon?), and I was like, “now THIS is a proper breakfast!” I know this dream came from the fact that a few days ago, in real life, this restaurant was advertising their “great complete breakfast only $4.99!!!” but it was just eggs and hash browns and toast, and I was driving by thinking, “wtf kind of ‘complete’ breakfast isn’t eggs hash browns toast and BACON OR SAUSAGE?!” Why would you just have the eggs and potatoes? ...... I wish there was a legit breakfast place around me, now. 
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Jul 12, 2018 13:50
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I just had a time loop dream and it pissed me off enough to bed-post. There was a group of 5 of us staying in the same place. Each loop a guy we didn't know would bust in 28 days later style and kill some people, and the first person he infected would be infected the next time, until there was just me and one guy left at the beginning. I convinced him to help me shoot the other friends before they could kill us and we started to drive off victorious only for the first dude we didn't know to pop up in the back seat and bite me in the neck. First of all that cliche is bullshit. Theres no way we didn't notice him and zombie people do not do planned ambushes. Second of all that was an annoying way for my brain to tell me i was sleeping on my neck wrong and that spot is sore as hell now.
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Jul 13, 2018 01:07
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Mike Tyson and I were standing in my kitchen, and I heard the air conditioner kick on. It occurred to me that I had no idea how air conditioning actually works, so I asked him if he knew. He looked me right in the eyes and said "I write a letter to Spock. I'm thankful."
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Jul 14, 2018 22:29
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Just woke up from an entire rhymed poem about celebrating Christmas with my vampire boyfriend and my family adjusting to it (they gifted him sheep and cats and dogs that were dressed like sheep, because apparently he only drank sheep blood?) They also remarked on how 'pretty' he was.
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Jul 15, 2018 16:32
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Astrofig posted:Just woke up from an entire rhymed poem about celebrating Christmas with my vampire boyfriend and my family adjusting to it (they gifted him sheep and cats and dogs that were dressed like sheep, because apparently he only drank sheep blood?) They also remarked on how 'pretty' he was. I love it when my dreams do poo poo like this because in the dream the poetry seems so profound but then I wake up and recall the poem and it was mostly poo poo like 'little jimmy went to town / little jimmy had to sit down' anyway I dreamt I was back in highschool despite being 24 and the school gave out plastic wine glasses for kids to put... water?... in, to celebrate school being back in session, and after watching my old programming teacher take his shirt off for some reason I pulled out some white wine ("they won't notice, it's clear like water") and filled that plastic cup up and walked around my old high school getting wine drunk I got so drunk, I could fly.
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Jul 15, 2018 16:42
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Killingyouguy! posted:I love it when my dreams do poo poo like this because in the dream the poetry seems so profound but then I wake up and recall the poem and it was mostly poo poo like 'little jimmy went to town / little jimmy had to sit down' White wine is yellow-ish...
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Jul 17, 2018 09:50
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Thin Privilege posted:White wine is yellow-ish... Dream logic!
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Jul 17, 2018 12:32
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I was stuck in a state of almost-sleep, where I'm just starting to dream but still aware of my surroundings. I tried troubleshooting why I couldn't sleep in my dreams and found I couldn't ping the domain controller so I start going through the firewall logs for VPN issues because obviously I need a connection to the datacentre to sleep. I defy anyone to have more boring dreams than me.
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Jul 17, 2018 12:49
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Nah, that's a pretty interesting one actually. I love when the brain attempts to rationalize dreams with dream logic. I wonder if David Lynch was touching on something similar to your experience in Mullholland Drive, with the reoccurring theme of unanswered phone calls.
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Jul 17, 2018 23:23
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I dreamt that I discovered some kind of Donald Trump sex cult, told someone that I knew about what I discovered, and then they started getting freaky with some dude right in front if me. Nap dreams are weird.
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Jul 18, 2018 02:53
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I was at a job interview for a job I was wholly underqualified for. Not in a “back at school, surprise finals” way, I had applied, somehow got an invitation and thought I might as well try my best. It was some sort of high-ish level movie production job. The office was packed with candidates, and I thought, I don't stand a chance, but they called me in. It was a very nice, very expensive office. Not modern, lots of wood and bookshelves with leather-bound volumes. There were four interviewers. I can’t remember what the first two said, but I think I did okay, all things considered. When the third interviewer spoke, she had such a thick dialect that I didn’t understand at all what she was asking me. Now, I sometimes have trouble hearing clearly when there's noise from outside, so I asked them if we could close a window and if she could repeat the question. They were very understanding, but I still didn’t get her at all. We kept looking for and closing windows in this room, in increasingly unlikely places, and the interviewer repeated her question four or five times. Finally I understood the first half of her question and got so embarrassed at the thought of having to ask again that I simply thought of a question that fit what she said, and answered that, on the off chance it would be what she'd asked. By the amused looks on the interviewers' faces, it was not. I'd gotten it spectacularly wrong and delivered a complete non-sequitur. By that point I thought I’d best politely finish the interview and get out of there, it wasn't leading anywhere. The fourth interviewer got ready to do his bit. Very serious, distinguished director type. He introduced himself: “My name is Filmmaker, and I make films.” I completely loving lost it. Just nothing but hysterical laughter for a minute, thinking, okay, now we all know this isn’t working out, thank them for their time and leave. Surprisingly they kept me on and gave me a practical test. They had these cards with still images from four or five different film scenes, about ten cards each. My task was to identify the one shot from each scene that, as the director put it bitterly, “makes the scene work and is therefore the one the producers will insist on cutting.” As I went through the cards, I started seeing the associated scenes, but I only remember one. There was a couple taking their friend to the hospital in a taxi, who’d been in a very serious accident. They kept yelling at the driver “go faster, we’ve got Mozart dying in the backseat here” although they must have meant it like “the next Mozart.” At the hospital you could see the full extent of his injuries. All his limbs were burned to the bone, except it turned out he had robot limbs, not even realistic ones like in Terminator but large iron bars with simple joints, like a child would draw a robot. From the whole scene you got the strong idea he wouldn’t survive, and indeed, after some dramatic last-ditch efforts, poor robot Mozart died in the arms of his friend. Going through the cards, I suddenly realized the real test: he wanted me to pick completely unimportant shots, but sell them as the essential ones, because the job was actually bullshitting the producers. And I woke up realizing none of the other candidates would get that.
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Jul 18, 2018 12:04
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bitterandtwisted posted:I was stuck in a state of almost-sleep, where I'm just starting to dream but still aware of my surroundings. I tried troubleshooting why I couldn't sleep in my dreams and found I couldn't ping the domain controller so I start going through the firewall logs for VPN issues because obviously I need a connection to the datacentre to sleep. Yeah I dunno, I have pretty mundane dreams about trying to go to bed. Like the most remarkable thing about those dreams are how normal they are. Just climbing into my own bed, pulling up the blankets, going to sleep, then the sudden realization that I actually am asleep and goddamn I must be tired. Probably the weirdest thing I can remember about dreams like that is sometimes they take place during the day, but even that's not really odd since I work late and keep strange hours. Killingyouguy! posted:I got so drunk, I could fly. I am having the best time imagining what this would be like, both as a dream and real-world concept. It sounds like the best/worst story of how you could end up in the ER.. 
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Jul 18, 2018 13:01
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Last night I dreamed that my friend who's really into stoner/doom metal invited me to see a band named Blackheads of Sepsis. Don't remember anything else, unfortunately.
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Jul 19, 2018 21:20
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I was going somewhere at night and I needed to catch a bus but the stop was across the 4-lane street. I saw the bus coming from the right and I remembered in extremely vivid detail a non-articulated CTA bus. So I run and the bus is pulling away from the stop and I end up in front of it, but the guy waves his arms signifying NO cause I somehow found out he was going to the bus depot, even though he didn’t say anything. IRL, yesterday I saw a bus that said it was headed to the bus depot on its name display at the top. So, I stared walking and saw the bus turning onto a highway or something. I apparently needed the bus cause I was headed somewhere where part of the trip was through a super dangerous neighborhood. Some taxi driver saw me waking and stopped to give me a ride. The bus/taxi driver, who was Asian, I don’t know why that’s important (but I just realized he looked kind of like my psychiatrist, who I desperately need to see ASAP). Anyways, he was super nice and during our conversation about something I don’t remember right now, I commented on how every single house was boarded up and “not a single one has someone living in it”. It looked like those pictures of Detroit. Then, instead of stopping where I needed to go (I think my dad’s workplace? In real life I want to go visit him), this taxi driver kept going and at first I didn’t say anything, and also somehow the taxi turned into a yellow school bus; but then, I was like “he are you gonna stop? He gave an evil smile. In real life, yesterday I was telling my friend yesterday about how I had taken an Uber and the driver kept going instead of getting off the highway and at first I didn’t say anything because I wasn’t paying attention cause I was on my phone, probably on SA a and was super drowsy (it was 5 am), but then I was like, where are you going? Aren’t we supposed to go to [intersection] and the guy was super confused and started driving like crazy and super fast to that intersection (and IRL i thought he was drunk and probably was). Anywhoo, so the driver kept going and now we were in some neighborhood with a giant factory on the right side and I distinctly saw that we were going 25mph, and I jumped and rolled onto the street to protect myself like a stunt thing in a movie. The guy tried to follow me in his car, which was now a normal car and not a school bus, but I got away. Next, I was walking to my destination and was complaining to myself about how much I had to walk. I was walking through the UIC campus (I used to live around there as a kid), but the layout was absolutely nothing like UIC and more closely resembled DePaul University’s campus. The campus only had one student walking and I thought it was weird, and that there should be more people, but then thought to myself that they must all be in class. the big library, which only had a row of windows on the top floor, was on the right and this isn’t significant but I remember it. Then, while somehow still walking through the campus, Pennywise the clown showed up and I was one of the kids and me and the others were super scared. I then began, like in the movie, not being scared and yelling at him how stupid he was. I also saw the girl from the remake yelling at him. She, and also I, were now in the library on the top floor. This just skips around in the dream from me and the other kids yelling at him, her with an open book next to a bookshelf and him coming up to her and her teleporting somehow to a different part of the library to yell at him, to me accidentally pulling some books on a shelf and Pennywise appearing and me thinking, why isn’t he going to check out any books? Then I yelled at him some more and he was trying to freeze (stop my body from moving, not put in ice) me like in the remake where the girl was frozen and suspended in mid-air. I recently watched the remake in real life. Eventually after us yelling at him a lot, not together, but separately, Pennywise disappeared. I somehow also remembered the name of SA goon Pennywise the Frown and was thinking about it a few times to myself during this segment for some reason; not to scare real Pennywise, I was just thinking about the name. I guess this was happening cause yesterday I was reading some thread in GBS where Frown was posting a bunch of times. Then the dream ended. Thin Privilege has a new favorite as of 10:56 on Jul 20, 2018 |
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Weirdly, the forums - this subforum in particular - influenced my dream last night. A bunch of us were in a TV studio, shooting a game show; the closest analogue I can think of is The Price is Right, and how various little mini-games are brought out for each contestant. Each of these mini-games was based on a long-running thread: I remember there being signs for them, like those quaint old-timey direction signs with arrows with painted-on names nailed to a post, or whatever. I guess the anti-food thread had manifested itself in three dimensions as a sort of Double Dare-inspired thing: there was a slip-and-slide mat, and sprinklers/hoses/whatever, and naturally it was all very organic and unappetizing. A couple of us were getting that one set up for the next contestant, who was a celebrity actor (not anyone from real life) who I knew (a) had an imposingly tall, muscular build and (b) took himself and his "acting" very seriously, which is probably why we'd picked him for this one in particular. I think this was going to be the first episode, so all the contestants were celebrities, so as to build interest. "Hey, you'd better go find our next contestant," one of y'all said to me. "Okay," I said, assuming he hadn't gone far and was just chilling in a waiting room somewhere. "Remember while you're looking for him, he's probably wearing the skin suit." Oh, that's right. He was preparing for an upcoming role by going around wearing this "skin suit" and talking to people in character, etc. What it was, was a head-to-toe suit of some stretchable, vaguely flesh-like material, with real human hair sewn into it and the subject's entire body printed 1:1 on its surface. You actually wore clothes over it. What I was bracing myself for was that this actor was playing a role in a biopic, and the real-world person he was playing was actually much smaller and slighter than he, so the facial features, hair, etc was all pulled completely out of shape into an uncanny distortion. I think the eye holes were lined up right, but that was about it. I found him in some corridor scaring the hell out of some poor woman he'd cornered to practice his role upon, and convinced him to get out of the suit so we could shoot his part of the game show. THUS ENDS ONE OF THE DORKIEST DREAMS EVER RECORDED
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Jul 20, 2018 12:18
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The forums being in our dreams is interesting. Freud would say we want to have sex with the forums. Luckily he’s an idiot and proven wrong in pretty much everything he said. Luckily I haven’t dreamt about a shrimp on a plate as far as I know. Just Pennywise the Frown. But that’s honestly, when you think about it, is because I love the DGSW avatar because it’s silly and I had one for a while. Thin Privilege has a new favorite as of 12:24 on Jul 20, 2018 |
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Jul 20, 2018 12:21
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Thin Privilege posted:Freud would say we want to have sex with the forums. Luckily he’s an idiot and proven wrong in pretty much everything he said. Yeah, Carl Jung is way more fun. 
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Jul 20, 2018 12:37
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I really should write the post about the dream I had that not only involved a purple key for the purple car, but also the Coast Guard, a giant sack of money, the police, and anarchists.
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I had a dream about a competition to build cannoli eating robots/ais. There were 7 entries. They all looked the same, but their internal motivations were different. What they were I don't recall, but it all made sense in my dream.
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Jul 20, 2018 20:23
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Pastry of the Year posted:had an imposingly tall, muscular build quote:the skin suit 
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This is a lovely one. I wasn’t sure why I woke up at 1 am but IRL I went to the kitchen and I was petting a cat and remembered the dream that I had before I woke up. IRL my ex husband took 2 of my cats, a gray one and a black one. So in the dream I was taking care of them while he was out of town so they were in my apartment. At first, they were running around but then I realized that’s bad for cat introductions so I filled the bathroom with soft blankets and blankets kept appearing so I was thinking, “am I dreaming? Is this real? Why do these blankets keep appearing from?” In any case I set up the bathroom with a poo poo ton of nice, comfy, and different style blankets, a cat carrier with blankets in it, food dishes, water, and a litter box. At some point it teleports to me holding the black cat while I’m walking down the hall towards the bathroom and telling it “I love you so much” and kissing it. I really miss those guys. 
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Had a dream about a dog that was missing half it's face and had a rubber prosthetic face to appear normal. The owner wanted to clone it and took it to a dog specific fertility clinic. The inside of the clinic was austere and futuristic. A surrogate mom was going to be a 12 year old dachshund, who the owner wanted to have a puppy again, because it was suffering from postpartum depression. The doctor made a silicone fetus about the size of a baseball in a mold. The fetus looked like a human body with a cartoon dog head.
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dog nougat posted:Had a dream about a dog that was missing half it's face and had a rubber prosthetic face to appear normal. The owner wanted to clone it and took it to a dog specific fertility clinic. The inside of the clinic was austere and futuristic. A surrogate mom was going to be a 12 year old dachshund, who the owner wanted to have a puppy again, because it was suffering from postpartum depression. The doctor made a silicone fetus about the size of a baseball in a mold. The fetus looked like a human body with a cartoon dog head. 
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I had a dream that my cat was still around a few nights ago, and she was still happy and healthy. I remember trying to do math in my head to figure out how old she was, and came up with "at least 16" because my family moved to this city in 1992, and we got her when we lived in the old town. I was amazed that she was so youthful despite being kind of old for a cat, and then really amazed when I realized my math was off by like 10 years. Then I woke up and remembered I don't have a cat anymore, and even if I did, I'm deathly allergic and would have nowhere to keep her. 
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