I dreamt that I was a wealthy man with a family living in a small village. During a feast, a stranger came to me and told me he was a seer, and that our town was going to be attacked the next day. If the raiders were from one group, I would be able to trade my money and valuables with them and escape with my family, penniless but alive. If they were from another, they would not allow me or my family to live regardless of what I gave them, and would slaughter the village, razing it to the ground. I woke up before I could find out which group it was.
i dreamt i was at some kind of water park with fancy waterslides and the likes so i went down one then ended up in this grassy field that reached out as far as the eye can see then this old lady walked past and said "water smells funny" in the most stereotypical old lady voice you can imagine then i ended up in the living room of my old house except there was a giant pirate ship crashed through the lounge-room wall and my mothers bedside lamp was dancing on the coffee table
I dreamt that we got the NBN, also I had this epic girlfriend..
It was a pleasant experience until the killer car arrived.
I had a dream where I was alone in a small empty room for what felt like hours.
Damn it was boring.
I convince a friend to trade his SNES Doom cartridge for Final Fight, but he kept get distracted by stuff so I never got the game.
I was some guard at a concentration camp during WWII, and we were building these huge walls to stop the North Koreans from flooding and invading our position. They managed to get past the first wall but not the second one.
Then I remember somehow they were inside the camp already and trying to break down the wall from the inside and the only weapon I had was a sickle so when I saw someone trying to cut the fence/wall down I'd go over and slice heir hand off. It didn't work the first few times but then I got better at it so eventually it only took one try to completely sever someone's hand.
Then suddenly I see hitler himself trying to break down the wall so I go over and slice his hand off. He just sorta started walking away then and as he walked away I took off his hat as a souvenir. Then I see Joseph Mengele cutting the fence/wall and I cut off his hands and took his hat too. On the inside of his hat it even said "Mengele" which was pretty cool.
I must've went to the bathroom or something because I remember hitler laying dead in one of the stalls. I went in and took his nazi robe thing, another hat and some other stuff he had as souvenirs. It sucked though because I had so much cool stuff to take but not enough pockets and hands to hold it all in. On my way out from the bathroom I see Mengele again, this time he's sitting in a chair. I walked up to him and said something like "sorry man I had to cut your hand off but we're still cool" and then I complimented his haircut saying that I wanted my hair to be like his.
The only way that dream could have been any more wacky was for Glorious Leader Kim Jong-un to show up and congratulate you for what you did.
i dreamt that i saw the sunshine station (station i use to get to uni)
*here's how it used to look like
[IMG]http://www.vicrailstations.com/Echuca/Sunshine/Sunshine2.jpg[/IMG]
well it was kinda in the distance and at night time and i suddenly heard someone shout "YOU KILLED HIM YOU KILLED HIM AT 8:43PM"
then it faded out then that's when i woke up
Weird dreams again, though this time mainly with food.
1). My mother and I were on the beach and she had her 50th attempt on the JD Wetherspoons honey glaze, on a saucer. The texture was right but the taste wasn't. I only licked it a little bit, turned my back for one second and the sauce was gone from her saucer.
"Where is the glaze?" I asked.
She replied, "You're right, where is the glaze?"
2). In my uni, I met the mash-up artist Sjoersje. He was in cartoon form and exactly like his avatar in the Mashstix forums. Then, somehow, he was killed and never seen again. :(
3). There was a pizza race. Basically, you run about a metre and take a bite of pizza. I did that and then I heard a song by the DJ of the event. It sounded a bit like the OSC2 remix of Snap's Exterminate but there was no melody at all.
More weird dreams:
1). Gosha (from the Russian sitcom Univer) hired a firm to dig up his dead dog from a field. He ended up with several boxes of tents and no dog.
2). I was going to go swimming and my mother set out my blue swim shorts. I wanted to wear my black speedo instead but couldn't find it. I only found two copies of my old small speedo and they didn't fit me.
3). I was playing TES 6 and it was set in Argonia. The graphics were the same as Silent Hill. All I remember was going inside a tent and fighting a mutated lizard.
dreamed last night that JJ Abrams was cleaning my kitchen and i was telling him to stop because it wasn't his kitchen to clean
JJ why are you so mysterious
Dreamt of lots of things. I'll have to jump in at the middle.
Two men were in an estate house, having sex with the bodies of two dead men they had killed before; who in turn were having sex with the bodies of men they had killed before they were killed themselves.
Then two more men arrived walking through the wall behind them, stunned at the scene before them as they entered. The original two men were scared at the arrival of these new men, and there was a sense that the house belonged to them.
Then the dream 'switched' and there were blobby monsters. There ensued a battle of 'who can beat who' with these monsters and the men from the previous dream, which all culminated in a bloody battle on the dance floor in front of a large set of red curtains. Ultimately noone won, as the curtains reeled back to reveal a horrible cuboid dinosaur monster with the power to smash all the participants to jelly with the simple move of one of its limbs.
Next thing I remember, I myself was riding home on a train cart, feeling somehow like I was at the end of a story, a book, and this train cart was 10 inches from the ground and I was reclined in it and cycling, like a kids toy with pedals.
In the distance ahead I could see the said monster from before, and all the other characters riding along with it, off to the horizon in the same direction as me - but faster.
I tried to shoot the green dinosaur monster with the gun I had in my hand, but nothing came of it - it didn't even notice me, pedalling so far behind.
Then I fidgeted with the pocket knife in my other hand, checked that it was still loaded, but the contraption didn't work quite right.
Then in the next dream I was alone with a girl at work at night in her room, and we were having bed talk, and we ended up kissing...it was quite passionate, but she had to leave...then a moment later she came back and now it was clear she was drunk, and so I suggested we go to sleep - at which point she curled up on the ground like a cat (perhaps even WAS a cat at this point), and I felt bad that she was sleeping on the ground when she should be sleeping in her bed.
This is what happens when I go to sleep early.
last night i dreamt Groot was added to ultimate marvel vs capcom 3 as free dlc at gamescom
he looked like this [IMG]http://spinoff.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/groot-272x600.jpg[/IMG]
then i relised it was just a dream because of a bunch of contradictions
1.capcom updating marvel 3
2.im pretty sure they aren't leagaly clear to add updates
3.capcom giving something for free
i woke up after that
Sorta a recollection of my first dream at the age of two... Make out of it what you will.
The first memory I have of actually seeing and being alive in this current body was after an instance in which I was in what I believe to be a van. I'm not sure exactly what occurred before this dream, but what I do know is this - I had to have been shot.
The left side of my body was bleeding terribly from a bullet wound, and I remember reflecting on this to a man sitting next to me who was crying and begging Jesus and the Lord to spare me. I told him, "Jimmy, quiet the hell down, I'll be fine" and then reflected to the driver named Alex that I wanted him to put my body in a bathtub, and once I was dead, they were to slit my wrist upward, and make it appear as if I had committed suicide.
I blacked out once we reached this Victorian era house, with Jimmy balling his eyes out and praying, and all I remember afterwards was waking up in a bathtub at the age of two with my mother washing me. At the age of two, I remembered reflecting on what had just happened, and I was in shock and confusion. I still was capable at the moment of forming rather complex sentences in my mind, as well as questioning how was I in this bathroom, why was I a child, and just overall... Like I said, I was very, very confused.
Even into this day, I have experienced roughly four dreams akin to this. I had a dream where I remembered landing on a beach in the Pacific ocean in September 4th, 1944. I remember I was a medic, I believe I had an M1 Carbine, and I was behind a man by the name of Danny. Danny and I appeared to be really good friends, and as we were going up this beach which someone commented on saying we didn't land on something "Green beach" and that we'd have to link up. Well we go out of our way to accomplish this so we are with our strike force, and the next thing I know I hear CWHACK, and it becomes relevant that we are being shot at. I duck for cover, but see that Danny who I had been following up that point had been hit in the shoulderblade, and was bleeding out rather quickly.
I began working as fast as I could to keep this man alive, and I was in clear distraught and shock, witnessing a good friend dieing, and realizing I couldn't do anything about it. Now the odd thing about this story isn't so much the dream, but rather that while I was dreaming this, I was literally re-enacting the entire sequence in a sleep-walking state. I had walked out into the living room, and at first I tackled my sister shouting something about "Ericson, get the fuck down!" and that we needed to get into a foxhole immediately. That the foxhole was life or death. This went on, and on until two Japanese soldiers approached me. I shot one, and then the other I jumped at and started to beat the shit out of before I was hit by a nearby machine gunner.
While this sequence was playing out, outside of the dreamstate, my father was taking the brunt of me attempting to kill his "Yellow jap ass" for "killing Danny and Ericson" and I remember waking up the next morning tied down to a fucking chair. It was a really weird thing to wake up in a chair with my father having a blackeye, and clearly pretty pissed off.
I don't know exactly what occurred on September 4th, 1944 but yeah... That was a really weird fucking situation alongside my first memory.
I dreamt that inside some skyscraper, there was a portal to Romford. Only, you could access it if you have the stamp PA in your passport. I didn't but my mother had.
I ran away to the ground floor and waited for her. In the meantime, I was playing a side scrolling game which involved a conveyor belt and some toys.
[QUOTE=JoeSkylynx;45714110]Sorta a recollection of my first dream at the age of two... Make out of it what you will.
The first memory I have of actually seeing and being alive in this current body was after an instance in which I was in what I believe to be a van. I'm not sure exactly what occurred before this dream, but what I do know is this - I had to have been shot.
The left side of my body was bleeding terribly from a bullet wound, and I remember reflecting on this to a man sitting next to me who was crying and begging Jesus and the Lord to spare me. I told him, "Jimmy, quiet the hell down, I'll be fine" and then reflected to the driver named Alex that I wanted him to put my body in a bathtub, and once I was dead, they were to slit my wrist upward, and make it appear as if I had committed suicide.
I blacked out once we reached this Victorian era house, with Jimmy balling his eyes out and praying, and all I remember afterwards was waking up in a bathtub at the age of two with my mother washing me. At the age of two, I remembered reflecting on what had just happened, and I was in shock and confusion. I still was capable at the moment of forming rather complex sentences in my mind, as well as questioning how was I in this bathroom, why was I a child, and just overall... Like I said, I was very, very confused.
Even into this day, I have experienced roughly four dreams akin to this. I had a dream where I remembered landing on a beach in the Pacific ocean in September 4th, 1944. I remember I was a medic, I believe I had an M1 Carbine, and I was behind a man by the name of Danny. Danny and I appeared to be really good friends, and as we were going up this beach which someone commented on saying we didn't land on something "Green beach" and that we'd have to link up. Well we go out of our way to accomplish this so we are with our strike force, and the next thing I know I hear CWHACK, and it becomes relevant that we are being shot at. I duck for cover, but see that Danny who I had been following up that point had been hit in the shoulderblade, and was bleeding out rather quickly.
I began working as fast as I could to keep this man alive, and I was in clear distraught and shock, witnessing a good friend dieing, and realizing I couldn't do anything about it. Now the odd thing about this story isn't so much the dream, but rather that while I was dreaming this, I was literally re-enacting the entire sequence in a sleep-walking state. I had walked out into the living room, and at first I tackled my sister shouting something about "Ericson, get the fuck down!" and that we needed to get into a foxhole immediately. That the foxhole was life or death. This went on, and on until two Japanese soldiers approached me. I shot one, and then the other I jumped at and started to beat the shit out of before I was hit by a nearby machine gunner.
While this sequence was playing out, outside of the dreamstate, my father was taking the brunt of me attempting to kill his "Yellow jap ass" for "killing Danny and Ericson" and I remember waking up the next morning tied down to a fucking chair. It was a really weird thing to wake up in a chair with my father having a blackeye, and clearly pretty pissed off.
I don't know exactly what occurred on September 4th, 1944 but yeah... That was a really weird fucking situation alongside my first memory.[/QUOTE]
Past lives my friend.
Anyways, in my dream last night I beat the shit out of this guy who was insulting and beating up my boyfriend. I went to bed angry last night, maybe that's why. It was totally lucid by the way, so I felt everything.
We were at the parking lot in the strip mall, but it was late and we wanted to get some food. All of a sudden this big kung foo guy shows up and starts insulting us. I distinctly remember yelling at the guy, "why the fuck would you say that to someone you don't even know", at which point the guy came right up to my boyfriend and knocked him out and started beating him. I wasn't gonna take any shit from that bitch, so I went up and kicked him in the face to get him to stop. He then recovered and broke my nose, and then I gave him a few nasty slugs, but then he broke one of my ribs by throwing me to the ground, and then started slamming my head against the pavement.
He did that about 4 times, until I pulled my knife on him, which made him back off a bit. The fight continued on for a good 15 minutes. For some reason I was still able to stand, so I roundhouse kicked him in the face, which broke his jaw. At that point my boyfriend woke up, and was just watching us fight, because he was too hurt to do anything. Anyways the guy got tired of fighting me and drew a gun on my boyfriend and was about to shoot, so I went in with my knife and stabbed him in the arm, so he dropped the gun. I then did one really good uppercut on him with my fist, which ripped my knuckles open and knocked him out finally. The rest of the dream is kind of vague, but my boyfriend was saying that it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and then I remember driving like crazy because there were witnesses, and since the kung foo guy had friends they were gunna call the cops on me or something.
But man that was an awesome fight, we pretty much matched each other in strength. :v:
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Well.. I can't really say if this is a dream or a vision, but whatever. Tomato, tomato.
[quote]I was standing outside on a really dark, rainy night, standing under a lit streetlamp, looking over at the only house in a neighbourhood that still has their lights on. It feels like I've been standing there forever already, waiting for something to happen. Something like if the owners of the house would open a window and call after me, or if they go out to talk to me.. hell, even if they'd call the cops on me for creeping, I'd still be satisfied. But no, they turn off their lights as well, and I stand there, under the streetlight, for a couple more minutes. Then I turn around, and walk down the dark street, until I wake up.[/quote]
[QUOTE=GamerChick;45719427]Past lives my friend. [/QUOTE]
It feels like that at points, but if we go off the concepts brought in Buddhism, that would mean that all my past lives have died violent deaths, and in this life, I am bound for the same.
i think i owned guns or something i dunno i forget
I got married to a pretty Russian woman - I was going to delay it but her father believes in no sex before marriage so I organised the wedding. We lived happily ever after...
and then I woke up :v:
i had a dream that someone on FP went around making a bunch of "personal army" joke posts and everyone went with it as a running gag but the dream made me really mad for some reason
I watched a dragon finger itself on TV.
Ok. Some time ago I kept seeing nightmares of computer viruses, with my laptop getting fucked with all kinds of YTP -esque shit... And it was terrible.
Now the nightmares are more related to something not-PC.
Also, I think I've seen atleast 3 dreams which all have this same kind of this veeeery long and strange school building, with the exact same layout every time. It's always filled with students, and walking to my class at the start of the "day" takes forever. It doesn't recemble anything I've ever see. Either I've really dreamed about it many time in a row, which it really feels like, or my brain is just getting raped.
And then I see dreams of me having a girlfriend. Nope.
I dreamt that, no matter what I did, I couldn't show up to class on time. Like, I was physically incapable of it. Even though I finished going to class in May.
I dunno, I just have this insane fear of becoming a NEET leech and dropping out of school and whatnot. It's sorta weird.
man, my dreams were pretty messed up last night
first I had this dream that I found this medium-sized spider, and I was trying to kill it by chopping it up with a credit card. Shortly after, it's death attracted this giant swarm of smaller spiders. I'm guessing it has to do with all the spiders in my place (seriously they're everywhere).
The next dream wasn't so bad; I was at a family rummage sale where someone had brought all my childhood shit without asking me. I'm really not that against the idea, but I still ended up going through it and grabbing stuff I thought I still wanted and pulling it inside. Then it started raining.
the last dream raised the bar to whole new levels of what the fuck
I was on some kind of field trip to a biological research center in the middle of a nature center. I went to the bathroom (which looked surprisingly normal compared to bathrooms in most of my dreams) and then the tip of my dick came off, I can't even remember why. I pressed it back up against the shaft and this weird foamy lifeform covered it and then squished flat, like a parasitic space-time warping cast. I was super embarrassed and didn't want anyone to know, but was also kind of worried. I think I know what this dream is supposed to convey (rather not get into it), but the whole thing is just really disturbing.
A crossdresser came to my old school because she was previously bullied. We all treated her fine and she came on to be a very successful singer. Though at one point, she hid in a bin full of salad which said "pick the toy and get a prize!". Only Corbin Bleu fell for it and got a scare!
Then, I remember walking in a field and catching a train. Some people missed it so it actually reversed back into the station to pick the missed passengers.
getting adware on my pc
I dreamt that I was playing a jak and daxter game, and I went into some kind of prostitute house and there were like these prostitute furries, and one of them was daxter showing off his vagina.
I dreamed was being chased by animals through the jungles of South America or Africa and I found a [URL="http://i.imgur.com/v4OZMLd.jpg"]lifesaver[/URL] and it saved me from being trampled.
Then I had a dream about a lady being tied up to her baby (face to face) with duck tape and stuff while things were mutilated in front of her giving off a terrible smell and she was force fed things that would make her throw up repeatedly onto the babies' face until it eroded away causing her to throw up more due to their close proximity. I don't remember too many of the details though because my mind is really good at forgetting "bad" things.
I told that second dream to a friend of mine while intoxicated and he said that I should probably keep my dreams to myself. I agree which is why I'm posting it on the internet.
Then I had a dream about an entire other full life I led. Sort of like that [URL="http://adventuretime.wikia.com/wiki/Puhoy"]pillow episode of AT[/URL] but completely different.
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