I still remember this sad excuse for a nightmare I had when I was about 6.
My mother was dressed in a crayon suit and shoved ne into an oven all while laughing hysterically and eating a baby (:raise:) oh yeah, then I turned into a sausage :buddy:
Now post whatever your fucked up imagination creates!
I remember my first dream where I could control it.
I spawned a beer can in my hand and a hot blond in front of me. Then we proceeded to have sex.
I'm not trying to be funny, by the way. I'm just kinda disappointed that I didn't do something better like... fly or blow up a city.
My uncle and cousin were on top of a gigantic bulldozer (at least 40' tall) and chasing me while I ran on an absolutely perfect flat white surface.
I was a cute cat but an old woman kept hitting me with a broom...:frown:
Okay, I'm not even makin this shit up lol. I don't know why I remembered all of it, maybe because it was so weird.
It started out as me and the freakin power rangers shooting silly string at each other beside a building. Then I crawled into this little window, and grabbed onto a rope that was hanging there for some reason.. The floor was really far down, and as I was hanging on the rope it started to move down a hallway. There was some chick hanging onto a rope beside me, and her's was traveling down the hall just like mine... until we came to this giant man stirring something in a gigantic pot. Her rope turned left down another hall, while mine went straight towards the giant. And as I got close to the man, he looked up at me and started SWINGING HIS GIANT SPOON AT ME! I was freakin out and trying not to get hit, while my rope was doing circles around him.
I think he hit me, causing me to wake up.. because I don't remember anything past that point.
Also I had the same dream quite a few times before.. I was driving a race car and I pulled over to look in the hood. Right when I open the hood... thousands of mini race cars come flying at me and I wake up.
I had a dream I fell into this pit full of mexicans next to my house and I kicked all their asses.
I had a controllable flying dream, haven't had one in YEARS. I really want a lucid fly dream.
My first wet dream.
So...many...girls...
I thought I was in the ocean. I dislike [b]deep[/b] water (300 feet or more).
I had sex with this chick in a yellow shirt :smug:
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and then i ran in a building, appeared in the changing room at my school to boast about it
I had a dream just then, a dream I couldn't possibly forget.
It was in the 1930s-40s I imagine as everything looked like it did during WW2. (Bear in mind I have never played COD so I don't relate the two). The dream started as I was on one of those large helicopters full of fellow soldiers. As the helicoptor was taking off my girlfriend (The love of my life, in my dream) was waving me off. I began to shout down out of ther helicopter to her "SARAH I LOVE YOU" Thoughts were racing through my mind. What was I going to war to? Regret and sorrow filled my head and overwhelmed me. Tears came down from my eyes as the girl I planned on marrying on my return was shrinking in the distance below me, through the dark gray smokey fog she was gone. I began to cry.
I then regain consciousness and I'm on the ground, I see that I am a sniper, with a pretty basic rifle. Where am I? I'm not sure, it looks somewhere like Vietnam, but I'm not against the Vietcong...Maybe this is just the landing and we've ran into some people who don't want us here. An easy situation to deal with. No matter what, though...I needed to survive, but I wouldn't quit to do so. (I was unaware of what country I was fighting for, it doesn't matter). Surrounded by trees and stacks of sandbags...I ran into a "building". Looking through my window I shot a few people, but it looked like it would take more than one bullet to put them on the ground...Why? They looked just like other people, I think. I couldn't see their faces, even through my scope...was really foggy, remember? Their silhouettes remained human.
[sp](The emotional part)[/sp]
Time passed on and the battle was won without too many friendly casualties. We were in a room without a roof and 2 corners on the same (length) side were missing. Vegetation had began to grow through and around it. Shelves in the centre of the room were creating a four parallel rows. A fire was shot. The fog was no longer over us, either we had moved on or it had dissipated. Which ever method the fog chose to leave us, I would soon be in close-engagement with my enemy. Bullets were flying all over the room. A figure ran at me, without a gun. I shot it (About four times in the torso) before it fell to the floor. I managed to gather whatever little time I had to quickly examine the body. It had no eyes, no ears and no mouth. (Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil [as the saying goes]). Whatever it was, it wasn't human. I stayed in close quarters with my brothers and sisters (Women were also fighting). I had obviously come to the conclusion by now that I was in a zombie outbreak, and I'm first response, sent to control, contain and destroy them.
Running around the corriors of this room I ran into some family friends of my parents. What they were doing there, I had no idea. I didn't have time to talk. What could I do? Tell them to come with us? It was too dangerous, they were unarmed. I had to tell them to wait there while we cleared the room, so I did. I eradicated every non-human I could see, assuming that if they came into contact with us, we ourselves would become 'infected'. The war had gotten to my head, there was no doubt about it. I was a killing machine. I approached a cupboard kind of furniture which had no doors to it. Inside, was a baby. A little baby, it was dirty. Very dirty. It was infected, there was no doubt about it. There was no way that it could still be alive during all of this fucking [B]mess.[/B] While it was still in the cupboard, I didn't look at it's face, I slammed its head against the side of the cupboard. Repeatedly, again, again and again...It then dawned on me. Like a tonne of bricks. What if the baby wasn't infected? What if the baby was put in there to hide while the mother fought to protect it, and fell to become one of them? Flashbacks ran through my mind, the day afternoon that I left Sarah...what I vowed to do...I had become a monster. Who was the better person? Me...or them...? I couldn't stop what I was doing...what good would it do? It would just be brain-damaged and in pain. Tears emerged from my eyes, like a waterfall. Thoughts raced through my mind, I should've given it to the family I saw before, I left them there,too! What has this war done to me? I thought. I needed out. I made sure the baby, infected or not was no longer moving. I hated this person I had become in order to just survive for my own selfish reasons. I had become a monster. I picked up the automatic-shotgun of a fallen soldier and moved to the next room (desperate to get through this and end it) where a female soldier was there looking up the stairs with an automatic-rifle aiming at the doorway (The door was gone, it was just a frame). I longed to be home. Filled with regrets, I wiped the tears from my eye and pulled out one last batch of courage. "It's up there" she said. I looked up and one of them poked it's white head into the doorway, but as I shot, it moved it's head back around the corner.
I woke up...
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:(
now that's one hell of a dream
Heh
when i was like 6 i had a dream that a man raped my mum
:saddowns:
I was sitting in a bar or something and betty boop came and sat next to me and i started to talk to her and all of a sudden she ate me and it was really gory. I had that dream when i was like 8? I recently dreamed it again. scary..
my dreams consist out of chain of emotions and very little visual data, so I can't describe them
I must have a really good memory.
I had this dream where I woke up and there was a big snail (sponge bob Garry size) with spikes on his shell, just hissing. Then I fell back a sleep.
I don't feel like explaining cause it would be aslong as or longer than cyphers dreams, But it was a dream where I pretty much experienced a piece of life from the age I was then. Found the girl of my dreams in a very romantic way, grew like 2 years older and then woke up thinking everything from the dream was real. I eventually split it from reality and realized it wasn't real.
I was sad for a while, more so cause I'm not that good with girls either :v:
Has stayed in my mind for quite some time
I know how th
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at feels shugo.
I dreamt I was in this basement thing having a massive orgy, while my family was being murdered in the next room.
[QUOTE=:smug:;17289444]when i was like 6 i had a dream that a man raped my mum
:saddowns:[/QUOTE]
Describe it, down to every last detail.
[b]NOW![/b]
[QUOTE=Cypher_09;17281553]*cool story bro*[/QUOTE]
That would make an absolutely epic game, imo. :haw:
I raped a girl.
[QUOTE=fear me;17293911]That would make an absolutely epic game, imo. :haw:[/QUOTE]
I thought that. I wish it would be.
Sigh. :v:
I was walking along in a generic flat grass place thing and then just randomly i ran into some chick. A wall of blue legos fell in front of me and started to box me in. Then i just kicked it and the wall fell and the chick was gone. Then some purple bananas where chasing me shooting lighting out of their nipples and when it shocked me in the face i woke up.
[QUOTE=sonnysonny;17299222]I was walking along in a generic flat grass place thing and then just randomly i ran into some chick. A wall of blue legos fell in front of me and started to box me in. Then i just kicked it and the wall fell and the chick was gone. Then some purple bananas where chasing me shooting lighting out of their nipples and when it shocked me in the face i woke up.[/QUOTE]
Rated box to scare you
I stood on top of a gigantic armchair, and I fell into a gigantic bowl of soup.
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