This was the first dream I had in a while that was clear enough to remember. Perhaps I have to thank (or blame) an extremely unhealthy dinner for that. Alright, here it goes:
I was in a train station that looked familiar, the skies were gray and most people looked poor and depressed. A blond man wearing a dark uniform with silver decorations tells me to follow him, or we would miss the train that would've lead us to the war.
The train was on the other end of the station, so we had to run. It was an old 19th century train, weathered by time and pulled by a steam locomotive. The captain, an old mustached man wearing a French uniform from the Napoleonic era, was already on the train, which was starting to move.
The Captain yelled at me to ditch my backpack or I wouldn't have made it. It was my old backpack full of school textbooks and notes, pretty odd considering my RL school career ended over two years ago, but I was convinced it was of the utmost importance.
As I got onto the train lamenting the loss of my backpack, the Captain's pet macaque laughed at me.
Meanwhile, me and the blond officer got informed about the state of affairs. The war's first stages put a heavy toll on everyone, entire armies were wiped out. The only ones left with some military preparation were roving gangs of re-enactors, like the Captain's. They travelled the world scavenging what little weapons were left, recruiting volunteers like me, and fighting a yet unseen Enemy.
We finally got to the HQ, an abandoned and ruined shopping mall, that for some reason included a train station. Here I saw the weapons at our disposal: mostly prop guns converted to chamber whatever projectile and explosive our warband could scavenge: rocks, ball bearings, firecrackers, nailgun blanks, you name it. In the mall's parking lot, our main force was conducting drills. They were young men wearing gas masks and Soviet-era uniforms, wielding century-old rifles.
One of them saw me, and yelled "AH NUU CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE". I felt relief, knowing /k/ was on our side. There was hope.
Suddenly, the Enemy attacked. They were reenactors and hapless idiots just like we were, dressed as Taliban and World War 1 British soldiers, charging at us with knives, flareguns, and tossing very angry waterfowl at us. In the midst of this bloodbath, a Canadian goose lunged at my face and I blacked out.
I regained my senses on a boat, calmly sailing on a lake. The war had ended in a draw, the skies were sunny again, and there was peace. I turned around and saw the blond officer from the beginning, chatting and laughing with a Napoleonic soldier, a STALKER, and a Taliban, feeding bread crumbs to adorable little ducklings.
TL;DR, what did I dream about last night? I have no fucking clue, but it was oddly awesome. This is what happens when you dine on pizza and pickled vegetables, and wash them down with vodka.
someone threw a half-smoked pack of cigarettes on the ground and i picked it up and put it in my pocket. later, a friend and i find a box sitting in an alley full of all sorts of tobacco product. we then checked our score for any sort of tracking devices or shit just in case this was some sort of sting, then walked away
[editline]28th January 2016[/editline]
i think we were homeless
A big white wooly dog growling blues music, he was really wobbly.
Oh, and he had a really long tall head.
i played the new Star Wars Battlefront and it was actually fun
odd dream
[editline]29th January 2016[/editline]
quite a few vidya geyim dreams lately, i probably don't play games enough
A commercial for a comedy/edutainment animated series based on The Incredible Machine. Apparently part of an episode was Professor TIM doing something scientific, while the other part was "wacky, yet educational" hijinx starring the mouse, the cat, the little man and the alligator. Its tag line was "For the most incredible laughs EVER, catch The Incredible Machine!"
i sat down on the toilet and began to shit. the force of the expulsion kept propelling me in the air. i couldn't stop shitting. the toilet began to overflow yet i could not stop. right as the watery shit began spilling all over the floor and myself i woke up
My english teacher threatened to beat me up because she though that she heard me call her something nasty and after i tell her something along the lines of "do it fgt" she turns around, goes to the computer and starts playing shitty flash games with the projector on.
I'm really confused about this one :V
Oh and in the same dream i was reading some rather interesting non-existant history/geography books which i remember to be quite detailed for a dream. The clearest memory is of two pages which had illustrations of an european and an asian looking castle with some sort of description for each in a gothic font.
I am a man working with a woman named Celena. We are fighting a thug in a red hoodie outside of a large red brick building. We are knocked to the ground and the thug is gone. I tell her that the man we are following, who is an assassin, must have gone into the brick building, probably by climbing up a long pipe which reaches to the top floor of the structure. I resolve to climb the pipe to the top whilst Celena runs inside to take the stairs.
Once we reach the top floor, we enter Celena’s family’s apartment. They are the target. The man isn’t there. Celena’s family, rather unmoved by are sudden entrance, are all sitting on sofas and couches around the living room. Celena decides to take this opportunity to introduce me, first to her mom and dad, then to her sister, Susan. Suddenly, I see a red hoodie through a half-circle window above where Celena’s parents are sitting. I whisper to her as loud as I can “Window! Window! Gun!” But she does not hear me, Susan hears the last however, and pulls out a pistol, shooting dead the would be assassin.
I tell Celena I want to go back and do it again. I don’t know why, perhaps to find out why the assassin was sent. The same events take place, however when I see the assassin again, I tell Celena to hand me her pistol, she does and I take aim at the man. I pull the trigger but nothing happens. The man, realizing he has been discovered, runs across the roof, through a door, and down some stairs parallel to the apartment. I give chase. He peers through a gap in the wall and fires his own weapon through the small gap. I finally pull back the slide on my pistol, loading the first round. I shoot him once and he falls, fooling me, for he quickly gets up again and fires through the wall. I hear Celena scream for her parents, before I finally shoot him dead.
Celena asks me why I made her relive this. But I don’t know.
This was hardcore. It actually made me really upset when I woke up.
In the beginning I was in medieval England where they were building a large wall and gate into a harbor, blocking off all water routes except through the gate. It was late at night and there were divers all around looking to loot corpses and find bits of metal that had fallen into the water and sunk to the bottom. I had some mission to accomplish (although I don't remember what it was) and the guards had just noticed that I wasn't one of the regular divers and were firing their crossbows at me while I was in the water. Of course, crossbow bolts are pretty harmless if you dive so I dove towards the finished harbor gate thingy and found a lever. I pulled the lever and felt cold water rushing through to the harbor pool and assumed they had tried to replace the harbor's water with fresh water and I ruined it all.
Later I was fighting abductors in this super-white and sterile looking modern apartment complex in a high-rise. I had probably dispatched a dozen with my knife alone when this annoying looking ginger dude stepped in and beat me.
I had been transported to some small office building storage room in front of a pile of cardboard boxes and laser printer cartridges. He told me that I had to take black powder from the printer cartridges and use it to fill small, round holes in the cardboard boxes. The powder could be formed into semi-sold clumps by rolling it between your fingers but it was very fragile. I was told I had a very limited amount of time to "fix" maybe 40 boxes, and that he was holding my mother hostage and would kill her if I couldn't accomplish the task.
I filled a few holes with the printer dust but realized it was an impossible task. The ginger dude had left the room and I peeked out of the door and saw him chilling and talking to someone I couldn't see next to a fire. I retreated back to the room and tried to find something to help with escape.
I noticed several bottles of cooking oil and tried combining it with some other chemicals and the printer dust. The mixture quickly started fizzling and boiling so I figured it was pretty dangerous.
I filled a flower vase with the mixture, ran out the door and tossed it all on the ginger dude.
He started screaming in pain as the mixture burned him and I grabbed the baseball bat that he had attached razor blades to from his hand and started beating him to death. I broke his knees, his elbows, his shins and was working on his thighbones when I suddenly realized I had seen this guy somewhere before.
I combed through his memory and realized he had beat me in several videogames before, I had no idea of his name or face but I somehow recognized it (at the same time realizing I was in a dream). I hesitated, wondering if I was just such a sore loser I'd kill a guy over it and was about to start breaking his bones again when I woke up.
Had a dream where I was playing a live set at some kind of electronic music festival. Currently writing an EP, probably its a sign? I hope so
I dreamed that i had a good dream woke up and realised i was trapped in a dreamception
My dream last night was that I woke up to a text from a girl I know that had something to do with her dad. In this dream i was like why the hell is she texting me this early so I went back to sleep in the dream.
I'm still not sure if it was a dream or if I just deleted the text.
I was in a hotel room and saw a sign that said "No Smoking" so I said "Fuck you sign, I smoke where I want" I then lit up a cigarette and smoked it the wrong way, I then smoked the rest of the pack for the remainder of the dream.
I have never smoked before.
Last night i had the most intense dream in years.
It all started in white old car which i was driving to some party in woods. It was like a party with relatives, some significant birthday party i think. I had few drinks but didn't feel like partying too much. Day turns to night and i decide to leave, as i go outside i notice that all my car windows are shattered, then some middle aged guy who arranged the party comes and tells me they have cameras recording so we can see what happened.
At this point it all starts to get weird.
I watch the recordings and see that police chased some robbers with airplane driving on the road, concorde type plane. As they were having the high speed aeroplane car chase the wings hit my car and shattered all the windows. I hop in the car all angry and drive home.
At home i get message to my phone that i must come to this address (didnt see any address or dont remember) or something bad happens. Im very start to get very anxious and drive to the place given. There waits gang dressed in black, in black hoods. They have tied and beaten a woman in a chair. they give a pool stick and tell me to hit her. I start hitting her and the pool stick goes apart leaving sharp stick in my hand and then the woman in chair watches me tears in her eyes takes the hold of the sharp stick and says end me. At this point i had the most horrible feeling i have ever had and felt like crying for what I've done. I yell "What has she done to deserve this!?". The woman stabs herself with the stick in my hand and i get panicked and say tell them i didn't want to do this. They pull guns and point me, give me a gun with one bullet, then say kill her or kill yourself. I see her in pain beaten and coughing blood because of the stick she stabbed herself with. I shoot her. I cry and ask again grabbing one of the guys "WHY, WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THIS!!". The guy i grabbed just says "Welcome to the club!". After all that i go to home.
I cant sleep and next morning im going to work which is for some reason being firetruck driver. I cant do anything, im so shocked from the all that happened so i end up driving to wall and i wake up.
As I woke up i was so happy that it all was a dream but I've had this guilt feeling from a dream the whole this day. And i feel like something in my mood has changed, like im less depressed or feeling just better after all this. I have no idea how is this possible.
In the dream I was a B-17 side gunner. Our plane got riddled by a messerschmitt and I had to bail out. Landed in Switzerland. I ended up building a space rocket using alien technology and flew to Earth orbit.
[QUOTE=Orkel;49670694]In the dream I was a B-17 side gunner. Our plane got riddled by a messerschmitt and I had to bail out. Landed in Switzerland. I ended up building a space rocket using alien technology and flew to Earth orbit.[/QUOTE]
"I've had enough of this shit, cya later shitlords"
Last 3 nights dreams consist of me eating chocolate from a minifridge.
Literally all I dream about now is eating chocolate.
[sp] Yet I'm on a bet to eat no sugar for 2 weeks so that's probably why [/sp]
i was in a bathroom that has been a recurring location in my dreams. i set my backpack, which had a few pill bottles of weed in it, under a sink and go into a stall to take a shit. while in there, i hear a couple guys come in and start talking quietly. i think i hear something about how they know there is weed in my bag. i get anxious and decide to leave. i open the stall and see two cops talking to each other. i quickly grab my bag and speedwalk out. the dream ends there
this is partially based on an experience i had in reality except it was a friend rolling a joint in a public bathroom stall and a cop walked in and we both sped the fuck out of that mall
I always have recurring dreams that I am at school, an old house, or some sort of skytrain terminal and I am dodging in and out of hallways finding secret passages. Sometimes I get the feeling that I am dodging security. Sometimes I get vague memories of feeling armed, as if I am in a battle.
Something was hunting me out in the snow and I had tunnel vision.
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I was at some college and I ended up fucking a teacher, we ran around campus trying to find somewhere we wouldn't be seen.
was she hot?
[QUOTE=theevilldeadII;49687553]was she hot?[/QUOTE]
Hell yeah
I returned home from work, having left my PC unlocked. I noticed the cursor moving on the screen and someone accessing my steam account via what I assumed was remote desktop. I got annoyed that I had somehow allowed such a virus to get to my system and got even more pissed when I thought of how much stuff I had to reinstall.
later a friend of mine was visiting finland, and we had recently adopted a law that allowed non-citizens to go through conscription to gain citizenship. For some reason I convinced him to try it out, but it didn't seem like he enjoyed it and he quit after the first day.
In another dream I was escaping from something in a literally who-tier small finnish town when I ran to the main entrance of a supermarket and saw some local travel advertisement. I tried to take a picture of it with my phone since it looked so dumb but three 11-13 year old kids appeared tried to beat me up. I managed to get them down without hurting them too much, but they got so pissed they said they'd call their parents to beat me up. Woke up some time afterwards.
Pretty amazing and vivid dream about traversing a labyrinth, where I met a demon. He gave me half his powers, and I felt pain on my back. Then two giant wings, like an angel's but pitch black, burst out from my back and the demon told me that "True freedom is being able to do whatever you like, both good and evil. The angels stop your freedom of evil". I flew with the wings and it felt great, it was so easy to control, like an extra pair of arms. The world below was lush and green. I woke up later.
i was outside in my garage when a range rover with a fucked up drove through a fence and into my yard. a 15 or so year old kid got out, and i asked if he needed help. he kind of mumbled and i lead him into my house to calm him down. he started freaking out and crying and i realized this was probably some kind of distraction so i roughly dragged him out of the house. i saw an suv backed into my garage that i didn't recognize and i knew someone was robbing me. there was some lady grabbing some of my dad's tools so i grabbed a crowbar and stormed at her. she flashed a gun at me and i took cover. next moment, i was back inside. i knew that they were still here so i went to get the shotgun. i loaded it up with the only 4 shells we had and went out there. missed 2 shots but winged the lady and the kid with one shot before they drove away with nothing.
next moment, i am at work. the deli department is an absolute mess and there's weed paraphernalia everywhere. i go to work hiding it, realizing there really aren't that many hiding spots. i then, for some reason, have to go to the back to get something. there was this giant oversized bed designed to look like a chair. i ran and jumped into it, nearly knocking it over. a coworker who i have never seen before started complaining at me that i shot her brother, saying he was too smart to get shot. i told her that being smart had nothing to do with it.
there was stuff before and stuff after, but i really don't remember it
Some rich douchebag (who might of looked like Martin Shkreli, I don't fully remember) bought the rights to Cave Story and replaced the official paid releases with something that opened a screamer and spammed gore, Rule 34, and flashing lights. Steam forcibly downloaded the "updated" game leaving Steam users SOL. Valve didn't give a shit and Nintendo removed Cave Story from their stores. The only version I had left was on my GCW-Zero since it was a fan port.
Dream about an airsoft match, nothing special happened. It was just airsoft.
I dreamt last night I went to Finland to see a girl
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