• Sleep and Dreams Megathread V3
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I had a dream about my ex again. Dammit.
I had a dream, not very interesting. Someone I know was in my dream home (in the literal sense) and was being loud, making my family stare at through two open doors. I said "wow, you really X. K. O., which stands for extremely noisy". Then I gave him a stick that said "X. K. O" in white, round text on a black diamond. What.
I just sat in the back of a truck with a camper shell for 15 hours on a road trip. Plenty of naps. Had a dream I was being cut apart slowly and "upgraded". Steel ribs, electronic implanted muscles, steel rods in my bones, steel skull, camera in eye, and chip in the brain, along with numerous organ upgrades/replacements. And I was awake during the operation. The funnest part was the brain surgery, because I didn't feel it. [editline]21st May 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=ZenX2;29978577]I had a dream, not very interesting. Someone I know was in my dream home (in the literal sense) and was being loud, making my family stare at through two open doors. I said "wow, you really X. K. O., which stands for extremely noisy". Then I gave him a stick that said "X. K. O" in white, round text on a black diamond. What.[/QUOTE] Sounds like the ugly stick.
I love being drunk. Best feeling ever. You should try it )if you're of age, of course) Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
[QUOTE=Eonart;29982795]is that a PUI I see?[/QUOTE] I assume that stands for posting under intoxication, in which case yes. Thank god for spell check auto correct.
[QUOTE=Eonart;29982851]So can I report you? [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] nah i wouldnt[/QUOTE] dgaf I can drink all day if I want why would you report me you bitch fuck you I run this theaad it would suck without me an you know it Vodka makes everything better
[QUOTE=Eonart;29982929]fuck no i hate vodka in fact i hate most alcoholic beverages[/QUOTE] im not a fan either I'd rather have jack d but I dont have that I just have Seagrams But it tastes really really good with cherry coke
[QUOTE=Eonart;29983044]you know what i think i just dont like alcohol[/QUOTE] Your loss But good for you anyway, standing by your beliefs
[QUOTE=Eonart;29983214]i got the same reply posting my opinion of MLP in the chat thread[/QUOTE] you watch your goddamn mouth about mlp I'll beat your ass boy
[QUOTE=Eonart;29983682]My Little Pony Is :siren:[b]OVERRATED[/b]:siren: :slick:[/QUOTE] Oh boy, here we go.
[QUOTE=Eonart;29983682]My Little Pony Is :siren:[b]OVERRATED[/b]:siren: :slick:[/QUOTE] get the fuck out of my thread you dickhole I need another drink
Funny how people call it overrated yet people despise it as a shitty show without watching an episode. Hello there, bandwagon. You sure are overloaded nowadays.
Fucks sake, this is a Sleep and Dreams megathread. Don't bring your shit here. Cheers!
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;29983873]get the fuck out of my thread you dickhole I need another drink[/QUOTE] Keep your pony shit to your circlejerk thread. This is for sleep and dreams.
[QUOTE=Eonart;29984099]Except I watched an episode. On-topic: Do the weekends ruin anyones recall? I never remember dreams on weekends.[/QUOTE] My sleeping pattern and sleep in general is totally screwed over on a weekend.
[QUOTE=B-hazard;29984013]Keep your pony shit to your circlejerk thread. This is for sleep and dreams.[/QUOTE] bitch I run this thread on topic I still hate my ex and wish my brain would cut the shit fuck I'm lonely :smith:
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;29983873]get the fuck out of my thread you dickhole I need another drink[/QUOTE] You maybe drunk, but you should remember I rule this thread. Please, enough with the flames. [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] Why are you drunk so early in the morning anyway?
[QUOTE=Oblivious1;29984165]You maybe drunk, but you should remember I rule this thread. Please, enough with the flames. [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] Why are you drunk so early in the morning anyway?[/QUOTE] I know more about this subject than you. You may have made the thread but we all know I'm the higher authority here. It isn't early in the morning, it's super late at night.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;29984219]I know more about this subject than you. You may have made the thread but we all know I'm the higher authority here. It isn't early in the morning, it's super late at night.[/QUOTE] Zin, please take a rest. It's early in the morning.
[QUOTE=Zinayzen;29984219]I know more about this subject than you. You may have made the thread but we all know I'm the higher authority here. It isn't early in the morning, it's super late at night.[/QUOTE] Sorry Stephen LaBerge
I just looked through all my ex's Facebook photos. What the fuck is wrong with me.
PPHHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAA zin you silly drunk. [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=PyroCF;29984281]Sorry Stephen LaBerge[/QUOTE] lol I get it [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] Anyways, I had two memorable dreams last night. In the first one, I was a stuntman in a action movie. The director told me I was the most likely to get killed on the set. While we were filming, a cable snapped, sending an armored car plowing through the set, flipping cars and doing crazy awesome shit. I saved the day, and it turned out the cameras were rolling the enire time, and we made the best action scene ever. 2nd dream, I was locked up in a stone prison staffed by witches. I was in the cell with 2 friends, and the 2 ugliest most retarded chicks at my school. IT WAS FUCKING TORTURE. Anyways, I escaped by breaking a deadbolt with my own bare hands, shorting out the huge doors with redstone, and jumping out the window. Only thing was, the ugly fatass jumped out first, setting off all the alarms and ruining my chance of escape. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
I had a really interesting dream last night. In the dream I went about 3-4 years back in time. Seeing everyone I know how they were back then, all in our early teen years. But what was special about it was that me and some of the people still had our memories from the future (present). So there I was thinking that this is a chance to use my knowledge from things about to happend and my more evolved mentality from me in the future to improve myself in the past. Starting regular exersices 3 years earlier to take advantage of my fast metabolism at the time. Also being more outgoing and cutting my hair shorter.
Okay, time for my disturbed buddy Waltz to take me in his twisted mind...sub-mind...thing, fuck I don't know. Anyway this shit was his dream and somehow I got in it last night. It was uncomformtable to say the least and I want to hear your opinions about it. So I start off in a room. It has no decorations, just a concrete box with a dead guy in a corner. He has a blue shirt, charred face and a broken stick in his hand. I observe him a moment before I hear a door open behind me. My first reaction is thinking about the fact two seconds ago there were no doors. I turn around and see something that looks like a zombie charging at me. As it runs at me all it's skin and parts of it's flesh fall off to the floor. I stick my fingers in it's eyes and twist it's head 360 degrees clockwise. The creature drops dead on the floor and I get a look at the room it came from. It's a prison corridor. There's four cells, two on each side. The bars are completely covered in fresh blood, some are dropping from the ceiling and the floor is covered in what looks like creepily fresh innards, not sure of what creature. I step out of the clean room and step inside the dark prison. The door closes itself behind me and disappears before I manage to turn around. I keep going forward until I step in a wide hallway. It's not much cleaner, but the floor is just covered in blood. No intestines or anything. There's random humans nailed on the floor and the cells are filled with dead animals and people. Some zombies are lumbering around but seem to completely ignore me. I walk past them all and go up a set of stairs. I come up to a control room. It has another of those fucking DOOM 3 Hell Knights. I jump in it's back, thrust my fist in it's back and [U]rip it's pumping heart out.[/U] It roars once before falling on the floor. I drop the still pumping heart and walk to the control panel. I decide to open all the cells. I watch through the window as bodies just flow out of the cells. Eventually they get mushy and become blood. The blood seems to freeze and becomes solid. I walk out of the control room and see the ground level is a lot higher now. I have to crawl for a bit before getting to a taller room. In this room some zombies are half stuck in the solid blood and flail around desperately. I walk around the room until one of the walls just splits. Not like it's torn apart but it looks organized, the tiles moving out of the way by themselves. A very tall gateway appears where a concrete wall was just a moment ago. I walk through and arrive in a pitch black hallway. I reach a light switch with my hand and switch it. The light only stays on for 7 seconds but I manage to see an endless stream of bloodied cells and murky floor with broken sewer grates. I need light to not fall in one of the sewer holes. I flip the switch again and start running. I advance a good 30 meters before they get shut again. That instant I start hearing sounds all around me. I get grabbed from behind and apparently some creatures from the cells grab my legs and arms with countless arms. I wrest myself free, tearing apart the creature's arms off their bodies. They still keep their grip but I don't care. I yell for Waltz but he doesn't appear. I keep walking in the dark, completely blinded. I hear quiet, raspy breathing in front of me. I raise my hand to feel what it is. Apparently a zombie again. I [U]dip my fingertips inside it's skull like the skin and bone would be pudding.[/U] It drops down and I walk on it's corpse to avoid the jagged sewer grates. I walk for what seems like forever, the zombies in the cells constantly moaning on left and right and trying to get a hold of me with their weak hands. Eventually I see light in the far distance. An open door. I walk towards it and the zombies get a lot more aggressive, throwing themselves against the cell doors in an attempt to get free. Some behind me succeed and start running behind me. I speed up and sprint through the door into blinding sunlight. I throw myself against the door and lock it just as the horde behind me slams against it. It's a thick door, almost 30 cm thick steel. They can't break it but keep slamming against it tirelessly. I turn around and see a much cleaner cell block. There's still a lot of blood splatter on the walls and the cell doors, but not as much as before. The windows have bright sunlight coming from them. Some dead nurse zombies walk around the block, sometimes stopping and looking at me. There are tipped over church benches all over the place. Some have a corpse or two under them. There's also someone crucified on the cross that's on the altar. Apparently this is the chapel of the prison. I walk past and go through another steel door. I arrive at another narrow hallway. There's a guy leaning on a bloody cell door. He reminds me of Dean, the guy in Supernatural. He looks at me and I see he's not a zombie. I walk towards him and he just raises his hand, telling me to stop. He points at the door on the other end of the hallway. "The door is fake. It always appears at the other side once you get to one end." "How can I help?" "Stay here. When I get to that side, we'll see which side it appears to. If it appears to your side, keep it open until I get back. Then we can continue. Now close the door." I nod and close the door behind me. Dim light bulbs above us light up and zombies appear in the cells. They moan inside and bang the cell doors. The guy sprints faster and faster but still seems to go disgustingly slow. One of the zombies whispers at me, telling me to leave the guy. They'll leave me alone if I do. It's what Waltz would do, but I'm not him. I've always had to keep that rule clear. So I punch the zombie's head into bloody mush. He gets to the door which vanishes. I feel cold steel behind me. I turn around and pull from the handle, opening the door into another room. I pull it all the way when the cell doors break. All the zombies pour out and rush at the other guy. I see his hand above the horde and his call for help. I know I can't plow through all the zombies and keep the door open. So I close the door behind me. Then I wake up. Not sure what the dream meant.
I just had the coolest dream ever but I can't remember it dammit
Been having some pretty strange and vivid dreams lately. I've been writing them down too. After my exams or when I get time I'll copy them down in the thread.
If I tried MILD and went Lucid, would I remember my dream when I wake up?
Another mostly normal dream last night. I was in my dream house yet again. I walked over my parents room and found a girl I know in there. I introduced myself. I don't remember much besides that. The other part I remember is the fact that my room was rearranged. [editline]22nd May 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Mikesword221;29999243]If I tried MILD and went Lucid, would I remember my dream when I wake up?[/QUOTE] Make sure you wake yourself when you finish, you'll remember it better.
I have decided to post my encounters with my anti-self. Note that these are not written as well as I normally do, for a variety of reasons. Lets start with number one shall we? My first encounter: A black room, in the centre a chessboard set to play, and 2 chairs. I sat in the chair that would be playing white. It sat in the chair playing black. It said “Welcome, to my humble abode.” Its voice was cruel. What is your name i asked. “It’s your move” it said. I looked at the board I had an abnormal amount of chess pieces. It laughed “It makes no difference, you have already lost”. I looked at it, and said i don’t fear you i don’t believe in you. “ That makes no difference, I am you. You’re just trying to tell yourself otherwise. You don’t need to fear me, Because I have all I need to exist. Within you lies a well, a sea of pain and despair. Consider it my food supply, and its self replenishing. Now think about all the good times we had?” I looked at the board again most of its pieces were gone, I decided to move in for the kill. “ Really you can’t remember all the fun we had? Oh I can, For I have seen your heart and it is mine. Remember Tripping that Jeff kid down a staircase and managing to push the blame onto another kid! The best bit was that kid was suspended.” I am not that anymore, i said. It smiled “Oh but you loved it, the cruelty. The sureness. The ruthless manipulation, Like the rumours you systematically released to break up a rivals parents, Shame it didn’t work..... the way you planned, I mean who would have guessed the rumours made her suspicious and catch him cheating!” Be quiet, I said. It looked at the board and moved a single piece, Checkmate. “Now I’m sure you will discuss this tomorrow with Mr. Todds so let’s make this Simple.” Suddenly I had fallen through Ice and was in the water drowning. It held out it’s hand to me, smiling. What is your name I spluttered.“ My name, Is !@($#, we can continue our discussion later, about time to wake up. Enjoy your day. And I woke up I will note that all of this is over for me, I am just posting these encounters so that others may profit from them. Some names have been changed, Others taken out as you will notice. Mainly for privacy reasons you understand. Also as you read this you will learn, that I was a cruel person.
I scrolled through what was once a proud thread, the Sleep and Dreams thread, hoping that there would be a beacon of light I know as Zinayzen. I wasn't even reading names, just idly looking at constant bitching and whining over My Little Pony. I figured Zinayzen would come in, Zinayzen's smart, right? He can cleanse this guy out! And then pony was zinayzen
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