• What did you dream about last night?
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I argued with god for a good half hour because he was upset that I was killing demons instead of being peaceful and reasonable with them.
I made an assault rifle out of Lego and then had to hide it because the FBI (which is odd because I live in England) wanted to get me for having an illegal weapon
I dreamt about pissing in my shower [editline]10th February 2014[/editline] but also my toilet, from the shower
[quote] I'm a witch in a coven. I can blow air with a spoken spell, and levitate, and create energy blasts. I enter the non-witch world, where I see a strange structure, and to my right, an odd (and familiar) three dimensional water park, where one might fall off the side into a blue abyss. I discover I can perform my two spells (excluding the energy blast) in this world, and also discover another, which is a stronger and differently worded spell. I have inconsequential fun in this mysterious world. I jump in a pool with kids (and nearly cause it to tip, spilling them into the abyss: a parent advises me against it). I blast people with air, and levitate in a room with a few people. Then I ask the second-in-line witch, who might have been Cordelia from [I]American Horror Story[/I], why I can use my powers in the non-witch world. She says “Well, 'cause nobody's out there to stop you.” At some point, I levitate high in the air behind the coven and fall through the roof of the shack in the rear, revealing some sort of secrets. I resolve to continue furthering my powers in both worlds. At some point, I try to convince some girl in a dress something about witchcraft, and break into a house on the water, only to find a lot of ants crawling everywhere. I think about how Erowid has a page for ants, and think about their use as an aphrodisiac (and maybe high). Now, a section in the library. I don't remember much, though I was walking and saw [I]guy[/I]. I'm wearing a tie. Me and a group of kids smoke tobacco cigarettes in the library to rebel. Present is [I]chick[/I] and [I]black guy[/I] and perhaps [I]gay furry[/I]. I take the tie off, see it's tremendous and dirty, and decide to wash it – someone discusses washing method with me. I am passed a very short cigarette end and take one hit, which I blow out through my nose to avoid the smell. I see a smiling [I]guy[/I] on a high balcony to my right, I share a smile and peace sign. A library employee approaches the group, which has condensed into a line. It's a process they're used to as the employee smells each's hands for tobacco. He smells [I]chick[/I] and says “it wasn't you.” He smells my hands, and says “It was you”, though I dispute it. He and a few police officers lead me away. I pick up a random can and recycle it in a lopsided bin; I consider doing another but decide against, due to my arrest. I worry about Mom and how she just bought me a computer to be good. [/quote] [quote] I'm playing an Elder Scrolls game. A character related to Macy's is in the game, captured by enemies of various races. I enter silently and attack one; many more arrive and I attack them with melee and heal myself with magic; they cast lasting effect spells upon me in return. [/quote]
Had a dream that someone on FP thought it would be funny to impersonate all of us. They created usernames which were exactly the same as ours but with a period in the end. Needless to say, the fake accounts got all perma banned eventually.
I've had an idea for a radio play series for some time now. However I haven't really gotten around to writing anything for it. Last night I had a dream where I made it, but put absolutely no effort or emotion into it. The whole thing was terrible, and disgusted anyone who listened to it, but I just didn't care enough to do anything about it. Probably a call from my subconscious telling me to get off my ass and start making something before it's too late.
[quote] A black kid on campus offered me some hashish, from a rounded brick he had, for twenty dollars a gram. I scrape part of his block, place it on his scale, and have too much. I replace some, and now have .6 grams, for which I pay ten dollars (though I had over twenty). I attended a second CR meeting at Auburn; a first is referred to. I am scolded (“The least you could do...”) for not filling out a thank you letter to a USS ship which is my sponsor. I resolve to fix issues with the first CR meeting. I see [I]K[/I] on stair leading to my dorm floor and wave hi. [I]R[/I] from room 202 is backing into her with his behind, obnoxiously, on the stairwell. I go to my room and wait but she doesn't appear. My room is unusually large and long, with a significant space for my bed to be turned backward as it is. I smoke some Calea in the lobby, and blow smoke in front of [I]my RA[/I]. She doesn't know it's me, and curiously asks if anyone smells something vaporizing. I feel nervous, but she walks away and I flee. I attend a third CR meeting. [I]E[/I] was there; she may have been underclothed. Again, a sponsor. I don't think I excessively filled out the thank you note. I hear a voice narration saying that the RJ Reynolds company is seeking to split in two, and to have no CEO and only a CFO – this apparently has several benefits for the company. The ultimate decision is to perform the split and move their website. I pass by a classroom, and hear a woman mention this move and that it must be performed through the proper channels; this message is repeated on a chalkboard in front of me. I record the message to relay to the company. [/quote]
That my birthday was yesterday and we had no school and I got all my presents. Then I woke up and remembered it's at the end of the week. [IMG]http://i.somethingawful.com/forumsystem/emoticons/emot-smith.gif[/IMG]
Nothing, I don't dream often. Just peaceful black them snap back to reality.
I had the weirdest dream that I actually had a turtle shell and so did everyone else. The shells could come off after we finished swimming and got to the beach. Everyone was naked and I managed to make out with a naked blonde woman on the beach. We didn't have our shells on. I don't know what the fuck that dream was but it was kinda cool
[QUOTE=Cureless;43878430]Nothing, I don't dream often. Just peaceful black them snap back to reality.[/QUOTE] sometimes i feel like i am all sleepy. i close my eyes for a few minutes, and then after that, my eyes open to the morning light.
I had this crazy dream last night. it began with me and bunch'a buddies driving a car race (similar to those in GTA Online), when all of a sudden I was in this weird post-apocalyptic world. Just like that. No translation or portal. I simply showed up there. It turned out that it was my hometown, but there had been some sort of war, and there were dictatorship and so on. It didn't feel very high-tech though, more like the 1940s. I then went to a bakery, and this black man stood behind the desk, asking what "I'd like for dinner today?". My in-dream self then "remembered" that racism and stuff was widespread, and that the shop was being spied on(for some reason). I had to leave the store, but the man told me to at least tell him what I wanted. I was about to tell him, but then he pulled out the "Frontier Justice" from TF2 and shot me in the face. I realised that it was [I]Trevor[/I] from GTA 5. Then I woke up.
I was in a nice house with my mother. There was another house close by which was open. I decided to go inside to "search for Susan". I couldn't find her. Suddenly, my mother stormed through the house door and I immediately went into no-clip mode. She didn't manage to catch me. I watched the sunset. It was getting late. There was no sign of Susan. I went back to my mother and she said: "So, have you found Shushan?" "It's Susan! And no." I said. Then, I woke up. Still don't know who Susan was.
Rescued a cat and got a job frying cupcakes. Frying cupcakes?!
in a post-apocalyptic world, i lived with the military, i searched the city ruins for loot and supplies, on the way back to base i encountered a group of marauders, at gun point they took me to their base where i found out that my Dad is their leader (knowing my dad, i was really shocked) cant remember more, but it was something like i became a double agent working for dad or something
I was fapping to someone and said 'I don't wanna fap to this help me' while crying
[quote] Several people publicly use something which could be easier if I provided materials. [I]Z[/I] was there. I see the female anatomy on a screen, being manipulated. [/quote] [quote] New dream. Go home, argue with Mom that I should take my newly ordered items home with me. A truck backs into the driveway and leaves many boxes. It's not clear why. [/quote] [quote] New dream – very lucid. A leaked Simpson's episode which is a protest against Vietnam. At a patriotic rally. After some nonsense is said, the Simpsons are shown being hung from a high place, surrounded by people. The children at the bottom,d at least, are hung in a non-fatal way, and verbally question their predicament. Flashback, perhaps, to Simpsons' home or similar. Calm discussion. They meet a familiar female Army officer (or similar rank). Homer notices his hand is losing ink color – this is the theme of the episode. [/quote] [quote] New dream. In public pace with several of dormitory crew. Ask [I]C[/I] for my laptop, he says something about “If I can get mine, you can get yours.” It turns out I'm sitting on someone's laptop, which I return to them. I also see what I thought was my laptop on the floor – it's an actual Macbook (maybe two of them). “More Than a Feeling” plays, and I want to sing, but when the lyrics come on, they're gibberish. I verbally complain “What version is this? I wanted to sing that shit!” to be scolded by [I]G[/I] because [I]S[/I] is sleeping. I also rub my hand on the wall to stop rocking my chair, out of respect. The lyrics to the song go “You see God's grace in me.” A sign on the wall modulates to show the fingering of the guitar part of the song. [/quote] [quote] In a Justice League of sorts in Columbia when a crisis occurs, affecting gravity and perhaps water levels. I ride a bus with some experienced Columbians. I see a plane embedded in a wall, I ask if that's part of the disaster, but they say it's a decoration that's been there a long time. We drive into water several feet deep, flooding the area – part of the disaster. Now I'm back in the League (had been there in the past). I am Superman. Nobody is doing anything about the crisis so I run out (briefly interrupted by a familiar girl – she sees I'm busy and lets me go on my way). I break a window on my way out and try to fly toward an ominous ship in the sky which is causing the problems. However, I can't fly more than a foot off the ground, and ask other flying heroes if they can fly – they apparently can. Everyone tries throwing candy at me to help me off the ground, but one person warns me about a “Want Wasp”, a near indestructible ball of insect which pops out a stinger at a random angle to attack whatever is threatening the thing it wants – in this case a piece of candy. The only way to destroy it is with fire, so I beg for someone to bring fire while I tap it randomly to avoid the stinger and distract it. [/quote]
I can't remember when was the last time I had a dream.
I became an FP moderator and in the mod section they would hold prayer meetings to Garry. Also there were porn ads everywhere despite having ad block installed.
[quote]Something like a video game, resembling Runescape. Find two cats in a neighborhood and pet them. Not the first time. Now I'm working for a club about Warheads candy, which I have founded myself. For whatever reason – perhaps I am considered a terrorist – I am pursued around the city relentlessly. Today I hide in a few abandoned rooms nearby a café area, with blinds nearly closed. I see [I]D[/I] through a window. He's somehow involved. I have at least two guns: a shotgun, and one that drops pebble-sized explosives. Once again I am discovered, and I embark on a high speed chase through the city streets. It resembles Saints' Row. I am attaining more and more wanted stars. I enter a barricaded gang's territory, and am pursued by a gang-affiliated version of the police car. I find myself out of my car (possibly due to a wreck) and shoot the enemy car to its destruction with a shotgun as countless people pour out. Now I have more than six stars (with more vacant spaces for stars on either side) and I turn around to see hundreds of tanks packed into the city's streets. I try to steal a few tanks, but they're locked. I also try dropping bombs on the tanks. Now I am jailed, and I have a few minutes to discuss my case with people I know. Rather than try to help my defense, I find [I]chick[/I] and ask her to take my place in the chain of command for the club. She is excited. The dream ends as we see a cartoon of [I]chick[/I] attempting a “su” or “sue” command (perhaps she is changing to the name “Sue”) and discovering a host of girls on my computer, becoming comically enraged.[/quote]
I dreamt I was I pilot rapping over the tannoy about how much I hate justin bieber. I'm not normal am I.
Haven City Palace being destroyed and swimming in a nice pool. The first one was scary and the second one was nice.
i piloted a helicopter to fight evil soldier guys, but not with guns or missiles but with ARMS the helicopter had ARMS, and i was controlling them from the cockpit as if they were my arms there were two guys standing on a small island wearing balaclavas, and i flew down and grabbed one by the shoulders and slowly shook him to death (i knew this was happening because the red circle next to him was getting smaller) suddenly, i knew that my allies were in DANGER, so i ignored the other guy who was barely alive on the ground, got out of the armcopter, and ran into the shed that was suddenly behind me, where all i found was some bald guy laying on the ground who didn't know what happened to his butter i then ran back outside, and the near-death guy hijacked the armcopter and flew away, which made me sad. the dream ended somewhere around here
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I was at my grandma's place,and then I looked out the window. And there were dinosaurs,and water,and those kind of dinosaurs that live in water. Naturally,because fuck logic,I jumped in to swim...So did my grandma..... And bellow the water i saw cars... That was weird!
I had possibly one of my weirdest dreams. I dreamed of some sort of zombie-apocalyptic setting, a woman that takes up pills before heading to bed while she tightly cinches around it. The door gets kicked in, loosely hanging from the hinges as soldiers run in to examine the apartment. At some point, I [B]randomly[/B] appeared inside, I don't recall how, and laid there while hugging the woman mentioned. Most noticeably, I was a woman. Either way. The soldier glared at me for a moment and for some reason I decided it was a good idea to flash myself, and it worked; the soldier left. The dark room lit up with a white light and the door was closed again as the female me and the random woman proceeded to scissor each other. I dream weird shit.
Uhhh, I don't know, don't eat pretzels before bed I guess: I was in my school, and there were robots and remote controlled people, every teacher was really nice except this one whose office had a yellow filter on, and she was wearing sun-glasses and everything was really creepy. Then I saw this girl I know in real life crying, when I went to comfort her she slapped me and ran off, when I turned around to chase her, I was in this village where my cousin lives. In this village I was sitting on a roof eating a sandwich, while watching a movie on a big-ass projector, while all around me an army was getting ready for war. At one point a werewolf got up on the roof, walked up to me, and took a sandwich from a plate next to me, howled and everyone cheered. Then it was time for war, and I used a console to give everyone overpowered weapons, and we went to some kind of spaceship to fight stuff. I remember rescuing Miranda from Mass Effect and having Pearce from Saint's Row use Force Powers (from star wars) to push Diablo from the ship into a sea of acid. Then I woke up, and holy shit what is this.
i was racing in some kinda coastal road, firstly with cars, later skiing
breaking up with my gf. it actually came true this morning... hold me. :(
I was somehow kidnapped by something. I don't know what, exactly, but it started living my life in my place. It acted really calmly, always used literal speech instead of slang and that sort of thing. The most lawful good guy you can ever imagine. It woke up at the exact same time every morning, did the exact same routines every time, did good at school, was generous and forgiving to others... My mother was creeped out at first and continued to be slightly worried because of the sudden change. Then, somehow I broke out and it turns out that I was locked in the sewers. So, I get out, break into my home and confont the other me in the living room. Somehow, I'm ejected from my past self into a third me which is watching the other two: the current me and the lawful good me. They're both looking at me, arguing which one should be chosen. The lawful one says: "Look at who you were. You couldn't retain a proper sleep rhytm, you didn't fulfill your duties, you didn't love your close ones. You barely even loved yourself. I would be a good and productive person and be a loving husband and father to a good family. He, however, might turn abusive and would cause many heartaches." The past one yells: "That's bullshit! This guy is a fake and you know it. Only a robot would choose this guy over the real thing. Yea, I might have issues...but my value is infinitely higher than his if I overcome them! Think about this, man. Do you want this fucking husk of your past self that only exists to please others or you, the real you who people can actually love and be loved back in return?" I ended up choosing to become the past me. The lawful one stepped aside peacefully, saying I'd regret choosing that.
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