[QUOTE=murple;46206379]
Later on I was in bed and then I saw a flashing yellow light illuminating from the outside of my bedroom door and window with my mum yelling out to me then this black shadowy figure ran in my room and went for my head I immediately woke up then[/QUOTE]
They're heeeere
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I dreamt I was at a camp where there was a guy who would break kids legs and keep the kids in his house. It felt real.
I was fighting some female assasin. When she tried to hit me i blocked it and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Well, she didn't like it so i started to step dance to run faster
It's not from last night, but ... I once dreamed that interdimensional beings were abducting humans into a twisted dimension; something similar to Dali's paintings, but simpler. The place I was in looked like it stretched as far as the eye could see. Most of the structures/objects were transparent. In some places time had literally stopped and that's where the abducted humans were taken to. The way they were arranged resembled a grid. One notable object was a grandfather clock that had stopped working. For some reason I felt the urge of crying on it, but I was not able to. I had to think of something nostalgic before just a single tear would drop on it. I think that's the way I managed to escape that place, but I'm not sure. I can't remember anymore.
I almost choked my cat to death for some reason but my heart hurt and I felt bad so I stopped choking my cat and let her live. gr8 dream right?
Some kind of disaster happened and everybody in the US got evacuated to a weird futuristic, neon-lit, Bladerunner-esque city in the South Pole. It was constantly snowing, hovering cars were everywhere, and gang violence was a major problem.
I didn't dream any but I tripped balls on mushrooms and that kinda counts
[QUOTE=Elecbullet;46217217]I didn't dream any but I tripped balls on mushrooms and that kinda counts[/QUOTE]
what did you witness?
I was having a normal dream until Boone from FONV kept appearing everywhere.
"Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me.
Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me.
Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me.
Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me. Fine by me."
I had quite a scary and lengthy dream last night. I was in an apartment watching TV. The channel I was on suddenly switched to an emergency broadcast system which warned of some kind of infection and to stay away from those infected at all cost. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like people running and I looked out my window. I saw all these people attempting to run from these very fast, very smart, and very coordinated zombies. The zombies leaped onto all those people and viciously mauled them, instantaneously turning them into zombies. I saw that the zombies were running inside buildings, including my apartment building! So I shut the windows, closed the blinds, turned off the TV, locked the door, and waited. I could hear the sounds of the zombies breaking into the building and the screams of those caught by them. I was terrified, but stayed still and quiet.
After waiting for a bit, I looked under my door and saw the feet of various zombies right outside my door. I knew I had to escape, so I quietly grabbed a small backpack and put some supplies in it. I climbed out of my window and moved along the ledges of the building. During this I looked down to see all these zombies walking around casually in the streets. I managed to climb up onto the roof of my apartment building and I sat down and thought about what I was going to do next. I looked over to the building next to me (these two buildings were [I]really [/I] close to each other) and saw a girl in a window who was motioning me to get over to the building. I climbed into one of the windows and met up with her inside. She wasn't alone, there were a couple other survivors with her. She told me about a plan that her group came up with, that would lead us to safety. She said that there is some kind of rescue operation being conducted by the military on a beach not too far away from our location.
We all gathered up and headed outside. We were sneaking around really cautiously, when a rouge zombie walked right into our hiding spot and gave out this shrill cry. Every zombie in the area was alerted and quickly rushed towards us. We ran as fast as we could to escape from them. The girl told me that we had to make it to a shelter, which gives us a shortcut to that beach. As I ran, I looked around and saw the zombies literally [B]pouring [/B] out of buildings. A couple members of the group tried to stay back and shoot at the zombies, but their bullets did nothing at all and they were tackled by the horde. Me, the girl, and one other person made it to this shelter and shut the big metal door to it. The zombies were beating on the door brutally, at one point making a dent in it. The girl led us through this short tunnel, which opened up into a suburban neighborhood.
We walked around right in the open, and there was no one at all. No sign of people or zombies anywhere. So we continued walking and the girl said that the beach wasn't too far away now. As we were walking, we heard a loud rumbling sound coming from behind us. All three of us knew what it was and we quickly went into the backyard of a random house and took cover in a hedge bush. We saw the massive horde of zombies running past us with full intent on getting somewhere. While the zombies were running by, we escaped through a broken fence post behind us and rushed into the woods behind the house. The girl pointed out a huge lookout tower and said that's where we need to go. The other guy volunteered to stay behind and keep watch for us, if the zombies came this way. Me and the girl entered an elevator that would take us to the top of the tower. During the ride we talked about us being the last ones alive in the group and if there would ever be a cure to the infection. The elevator reached the top and gave us a beautiful view of the beach.
There were military battleships on the ocean and there were soldiers and tanks all over the beach. We thought we were safe, until that rumbling sound came back. Suddenly, the horde spread across the entire beach in this huge river-like formation. The soldiers shot at the zombies with their assault rifles and rocket launchers, but the weapons did nothing at all. The Tanks fired relentlessly at the zombies, but the shells also did nothing. The soldiers and tanks were overwhelmed and decimated by the zombies. The zombies rushed into the water and swam very quickly towards the battleships. The battleships fired desperately at the swimming zombies, but their artillery did nothing. The zombies somehow climbed up the walls of the ships and made it on deck where they very quickly dispatched the crew. Me and the girl sat there and watched the carnage happen. We could hear the zombies climbing up the tower and we knew that this would be it. I remember hearing sad music at this point. She told me that she didn't want to become a zombie, and I agreed with her. Both of us stepped onto the ledge of the tower and watched the zombies pour across the landscape and climbing up the tower. As the zombies were rushing towards us, we stepped off the ledge. We fell all the way down to the ground where we instantly died and I woke up.
That’s what I would call a 10/10 dream. I wish all my dreams would have a plot and characters.
[QUOTE=murple;46217231]what did you witness?[/QUOTE]
Ego death, 3D spaces. Before my mind totally fucked itself I wrote a goddamned beautiful guitar song.
Had some weird dream about becoming a billionaire and buying a new bike. Also used the dosh to save the world somehow and got crowned king of the round table
I don't remember I was probably fucking bitches n shit like a pro
But for real, I wish I remembered.
Fuck, I dream so often that I oftentimes find myself spontaneously remembering things - and then not being sure whether they actually happened or if I dreamed them.
I have the most vivid memory of accidentally setting off the sprinkler at my dorm. Obviously it never happened because I would have caused thousands of dollars worth of damage with the water and had to pay for it.
I had a dream where I jumped off a AT&T building and I fell into a black hole. Then I was in space and floated towards to some freaky looking face that kept giving off a ton of expressions and flashing lights to give 1,000 epileptic kids seizures.
End of Dream.
I was in a dayz like zombie apocalypse and some random survivor walked to me and i wanted his Hk-417 if i give him my Mk-17 but he refused because my gun didn't have a grenade launcher so i tried to kill him but i was shooting BB's
Was at a sports hall and got attacked by a Sports Bear, it was basically a bear that could run 100 km/h. I blasted it back with my magic powers which defeated it. I then got attacked by a giant spider which had spikes at the end of its legs, and could rapidly stab me with them. I turned my body to steel, which made the spikes simply dent me, and I was able to blast the spider away.
I had a dream that me and my family were defending from the zombie apocolypse from my gran's house, but I had to take her dog for a walk, so I grabbed the leash and a baseball bat and headed out. Then we ran into a zombie dog and I tried to hit it with the bat but I was slow as fuck and it didn't hurt it (like when you try to punch in a dream)
I was sad when I woke up because her dog died a couple of weeks ago and I miss it :'(
I didnt have a dream last night but saturday night I dreamed that I had a bit too much to drink, drove to the convenience store with my cousin still sober. Once i got there I was having hard time finding a particular candy bar and my drunken stupor kicked in and i got angry. Started to yell about how there was no candy bar and my cousin tried to calm me down. I eventually said "FUCK IT", Went outside to my car and drove leaving my cousin in the store.
[sp] I never got drunk in my life :V [/sp]
There was a group of children who were left behind by their parents. They decided to eat at a Romanian restaurant and stay there for the night.
Sadly, they were woken up at 3am by the owner who said that they needed to get ready for the inspection.
I don't remember much else. Only my mother, a desert, running through an Arabic city called Necrom and someone apparently praising one of my mods (though he was actually asking why are there two Dragonborns in one of Skyrim's achivements).
I was maintenance robot 361B in a military chemical plant somewhere in the middle of Europe in a forested area. There was a chemical spill and I jumped into a large vat of acid to seal it. I was successful, but the acid made my legs stop working. Then some general arrived and promoted me to a ranger, and gave me new legs. I became the first robot android to get a human rank.
In last night's dream I put a small explosive charge in my computer and was then surprised when it no longer functioned. Spent the rest of it attempting to repair.
There were ghosts in my room. That's all I remember
-I was windsurfing (actually just flying at a fixed height) over a beautiful lake. Once I finished, one of the people told me to cover up. I looked down and I saw long light brown hair, a fit body and a blue plaid bikini. So I took a robe and covered myself.
-I went with my girlfriend (this time, a blonde) to a holiday resort by train. Unfortunately, it terminated at an unknown station in an Ebola infested town :(
-I was trolling on Facebook and got the troll account banned, but my main account was A-OK.
-And then I was contacting my friends in uni via uni email. They suggested to talk to them via their personal email as the IT Office monitor all emails. And one user who was perma banned from one site in real life, actually came back and starting trolling again.
I had a normal day instead of being sick.
[B]So this is what I dreamed this night. Tried to write it as a story, forgive me for grammar mistakes.[/B]
[i]I fell asleep, woke up in my dream and found myself in a cafeteria with my friends from school (Knilleboii and Goho). It was the usual day, we were drinking coffee, eating cinnamon buns while talking about our weekly problems with the driver's license and relationships. It was 12:00 in the morning and we were having a break from class. We sat and chatted for 10 minutes til our class started. We went to class, listened to our teacher for an hour, then we walked out from the classroom, heading for the entrance, waved goodbye to each others, then went seperate ways home. While I was walking home I was thinking of what I were supposed to do that day. Do some editing, or play some GTA. When I open my door to my house, I'm used to my dog barking in curiousity. But he didn't do it this time, so I assumed my dad was outside taking a walk with him. I walked through the hall to get to the kitchen. I opened the door to my kitchen and I found my dad, my mum (for some reason) and my dog sitting there and looked at me once I walked it. My father was holding a white paper while some tears were lightly flowing from his eyes. He told me to take a sit in the chair next to him. So I did, and once I did, he gave me the white paper which read something like.[/i]
[quote]Hello, Fredrik.
This is Peter from the youth reception. I assume you remember your visit here about your chlamydia about 1 month ago from now. We have some rather sad and personal information for you, but it is not about the chlamydia. It's urgent, we need you to get here as soon as possible.
//Peter.[/quote]
[i]And I said
"So what, it's something about my penis, it's no biggie, what's with the urgent..?"
My father stopped me hastily and said
"Actually, we read your letter and once we saw it was urgent, we decided to go to the youth reception to see what the fuss was all about. We got this from Peter."
My father handed me another white paper with black writings about an unknown cancer.
"Why are you giving me this?"
He took a deep breath and collected the courage to say something to me
"It's because they found the disease inside of you. Cancer."
My eyes turned wide open for a second and my heart skipped a beat.
"Wh- What does this mean..?"
My mother suddenly jumped into the conversation and teared up and said
"It means that you only have another three days to live."
After the sentence was said, my brain started to melt completely and my eyes started to lose focus. My hands were cold as winter and I was unable to move. Suddenly I passed out and the last thing I saw in my head for the next 2 hours was my mother crying.[/i]
[B]DAY 1[/B]
[i]I woke up. Laying in my bed. The house was so quiet. I instantly went up from my bed and went in to the kitchen. Nobody was there. I started to look around in the house and calling for my parents, but noone was home. I went back into the kitchen and saw a note from my father that I missed the last time I went into the kitchen.[/i]
[quote]We're at the hospital, digging up information. We're going to take care of this. It's all going to be okay. We'll be home in 3 hours.[/quote]
[i]I had no idea when they left, so I was unable to tell when they were coming home. I don't want to be alone. I could need a friend for a change...[/i]
[i]I was laying in my bed. My dog sleeping on my stomach. I was just staring at the roof all frozen. My life was passing through my eyes. My first kiss, my first girlfriend, my baptism, me and my dog playing in the garden, my first computer, my first grades. The images were circulating in my head. I turned my head to look at my computer to see what the time was. It was almost 8 'o clock. I turned my head again and looked up on the roof again. Why me? Why did this have to occur just me? I have so much to live for. My journey can't end here. While my never-ending thoughts were just popping up in my head, the stress and the horror made me fall asleep in the end.[/i]
[B]DAY 2[/B]
[i]The next day I woke up and the first thing I was was a full-packed green bag. Just moments later my dad walked in and told me
"Get up. We're going to America."
Then he closed the door again. America? Why are we going to America? I won't even make it to America. What's the point of travelling now? Are we going on a last vacation? To cheer me up? So I can die happily? Nothing can cheer me up at this point. Not even to be Hugh Hefner for a day. So I rolled to the edge of my bed to sit down for a moment. Usually this is when I'm planning my day for work or school. Having a little smile on my face while i stand up and walk towards the bathroom. But not today. Today I was just staring down on the floor waiting to die. Once I stood up I walked to the kitchen and my father was cooking some breakfast to me. He was smiling. He was happy. Why is he happy? Suddenly he said
"Sit down, son. I have some great news to announce".
Great news? Suddenly I was happy for a moment. Maybe it's about my cancer! Did someone find a cure? I sat down and awaited the news. My dad served me the cooked eggs and bacon and took and sat down himself.
"There's this hospital in America. Three others in America has had the same disease this week. Two of them are healthier than ever!"
Then I said
"What about the third one?"
"He.. or she.. didn't make it in time."
"What about me? Will I make it?"
My father decided to not answer that question. Instead he stood up and said
"The plane is going in thirty minutes, grab your bag and get into the car."[/i]
[i]I was sitting in the car, looking out from the window, terrified and excited at the same time with a little hope folwing through my body aswell. Maybe I'll survive. Maybe I won't. I tried to make some positivity out of the shitty situation, thinking of things such as the life after death. How will death look like and how will it feel? Does grim reaper really exist? There's no visious proof of it. Once we arrived to the airport, we walked towards my plane, through the tollgate and people. My father stopped at the plane entrance and I stopped aswell and looked back.
"You're not coming?"
"I'm sorry, I can't. Your mother is going crazy and I have to look after her. I wrote down a paper, this will tell you exactly where to go and what to do. The hotel, examination and surgery is already paid. Have a nice trip and make sure to return."
"I will. Bye dad."
My father walked away, I kept looking at him while he walked away. I didn't know it then, but that was the last time I ever saw my dad.[/i]
[i]I was on the plane, waiting to land, I'm stuck on this place for 9 hours. Time is running out. What am I supposed to do. What is anyone supposed to do when they are sitting on a plane awaiting if they're going to die or not? Sleep, I thought. At least try. I succeed to do it before the good news, so why wouldn't I be able now? As hard as I tried I couldn't. The feelings were worser now. If I were to die, I would die alone. Far from home. Without anybody next to me. The thought is horrible, so was the situation. I'm all alone now...
Once the plane landed, I looked at the note that my father gave me. It told me to check into a specific hotel in California, where the hospital was located. I took a busride to the hotel to check in. What I should have done was probably to walk around and discover the city and culture as I've never been in America before. But I decided to stay inside the hotel the rest of the night, I didn't feel like doing anything the last hours I had. The note said that my surgeon was located at California Hospital Medical Center the next day, early in the morning. Day 3. I went inside of my room that I checked into, threw the note on the first table I saw and put my bag on the bed that was in the same room, to open it. I found my laptop, some money and clothes. I took up my laptop, put it on the table where I put my note on.
It's late night. It's 23:00, one hour til midnight. I was sitting and browing Facepunch for some funny articles to get other thoughts and browsing Facebook. I told noone about my condition, not even my best friend. I didn't want to stress or upset anybody. The Facebook world was the usual, local bitches that I hate were complaining about their lives and people sharing Ask.fm links. It all seemed so different now, for some reason.
The clock striked 0:00. This was the day. I were so tired. I decided to go to my bed and lay down for a moment, try to sleep again. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep. I mean, hell, who could? I was just laying there, rolling around like a fish on shore. The room was so quiet. Too quiet. I felt different. Things looked so unusual, life seemed unusual. It suddenly felt like I was born again. I had a bad feeling about it. The silence was buzzing inside my ear. It became louder and louder. It wouldn't stop. This was it. I left my bed, went to my computer, went to SuperFunTime's forum (It's a gaming community I'm playing on), made a new post in "Inactivity Board". It went something like this.[/i]
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[i]I shut down my computer. Sat down on the floor, staring down. Then I noticed a green box with toys inside of it. I found a blue toy car and decided to play with it, feel how it is to be a child again. While the world was starting to turn all black for me, I ignored my surroundings and continued to play with the car. My world was falling apart infront of my eyes. The world was pitch black. A tear was falling from my left eye as I heard "Far From Home by 5FDP" inside of my head. I looked up and saw nothing around me. A creaking brown door was opening slowly right infront of me. My heart stopped completely. My eyes started to fade out and the other side of the door was a glowing white light. It became brighter and brighter and my surroundings was all white, a windy storm was blowing in my face, then it turned all black.[/i]
[B]Goodbye world. My journey has come to an end.[/B]
I keep meaning to post my weirder dreams in here but when I finally end up on Facepunch I've forgotten them aaaaaaah
I was a sniper in someones house and we were shooting at Smosh crew. When my friend shot something we could hear "Hit" and we thought his mom was calling the hits. Then i looked through the scope and found out they werent dead so i shot one of them in the back and he just looked at me straight in the eye. The friends mom took an AK and started shooting through the rooms wall and hit my friends leg so we escaped from there and started running. We called 911 and there was some brasilian man answering the call. And my friend started talking how he was hit in the leg and he was a vietnam war veteran
My girlfriend and I were coming back to our vault from a long day's hunting. We first fast travelled to Vault 129.
"Oops, my mistake! Supposed to be Vault 89." She said, fighting off the raiders and Super Mutants. I tried to noclip but my girlfriend (her name was Katie) asked me where I was going.
"Well, I'm fed up of enemy after enemy!" I admitted.
"Please, it's the wasteland. Nothing you can do about it," she said.
We fast travelled back to Vault 89 and Katie had a plan to go to the airport. The plan was to fast travel to Caldera and walk there.
"Here's my invisible beer," she said. The bottle was like your typical beer bottle but with "invisible beer" in blue writing.
"I use it to hide weapons," she added. I didn't question how could bombs even fit into a small beer bottle.
Next, she took out the N Ants. "Tap them a little bit and their legs will increase by n."
I took one of the ants by the spine and watched its amount of legs increase.
"What are you doing?! You don't take them by the spine! What's wrong with you?!" She shouted at me.
The poor ant slightly kicked me and then died.
"I think I will handle the ants from now on," Katie said.
We packed everything and fast travelled to Caldera. The game crashed and a save was reloaded. Thankfully it was at the point just before Katie and I left for the airport.
The journey was short and sweet, and didn't need the invisible beer and N Ants after all. I met my mother and supposedly her friend Gosha. They both went to the same university, and they convinced me to leave Katie behind to go to a Moscow University. Of course I accepted.
I kissed Katie and told her that I will always love her, but I needed to move on. She cried in my arms and told me that she loves me too.
Before I went to uni, my mother showed me a picture of my grandfather's funeral. My grandma was sad but Gosha was dressed as a big baby in the back row.
The last scene had me move into campus in the uni and I got the names: Nadine and Mike. Nadine was cooking some pelmeni with vegetables.
"So, what are you studying?" Mike asked.
"How to play Daggerfall," I answered.
Mike pointed to the poster in the side of the room. "You can figure it out yourself. But if you want to spend five years learning it, then I guess we are going to be good flatmates."
I had cancer, and i had to tell my friends over a skype conversation, whilst playing dota2. It was pretty sad.
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