• What did you dream about last night?
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i dreamed that i had a dream and was stuck inside this dream for a whole year. i could go anywhere and nothing made sense and it was really confusing being able to walk through a door into a house then turnaround and end up somewhere else. Most vivid one i have had for ages.I think it was lucid but i cannot remember if i had any effect on the dream.
Before I forget... lets see. I was in some weird school place, and there was some ancient helicopter that I needed to escape it, since I was being shot at by some guy. It was broken, but I fixed it somehow. Then I was flying around in it. But, as usual with my flying dreams, I couldn't fly very high because all of the stupid power lines being in my way. For some reason my dream jumped to me being in some weird beach place, then I flew to some park place. For some reason my little cousins were there shouting "FUCK YOU!". My uncle heard and gave them all a lecture and yelled at me for some reason. After that, I was at some shopping center where I saw my friend. I have no idea what happened but for some reason we had sex in the helicopter. That's all I remember. :v:
I tend to have very cinematic dreams. [QUOTE] It was dark and damp, I was with my brother, and we were sneaking through the grounds of an old apartment complex. Meandering about were dangerous men, our enemy, we could not let ourselves be caught. All I had on hand was an old Makarov pistol, but that wouldn't be any help in staying quiet, so we continued with our unspoken mission with utmost care as we entered the building and crept through the narrow halls, peeking around corners and through cracked doors to see the armed men chatting and sleeping. It was at the latter we opened the door slowly and found on the nightstand a lovely "gift," a fully loaded and suppressed Colt 1911 just waiting to be swiped, which I did quickly but quietly. As I admired my new gun I realized that my brother(whom played no small part in getting this far,) was unarmed and I couldn't in right mind give him the unsuppressed Makarov. So I handed him the Colt, offhandedly remarking how I liked the feel of the Makarov more anyway, and we continued down the hall. It was a dark room, which made sense seeing as how someone was sleeping in it, this someone also had what we were there for, but strangely they had it strapped to then, determined not to give it up. My brother was guarding the door as I sat and ran through my head how I was going to get it off this portly man, lightly mimicking the motions I would have to do when suddenly he would roll over or mumble incoherently, our hearts skipping a beat each time. At last I decided that the best course of action would be to disassemble the parts of the harness that held what we needed rather than try to take the whole thing off the sleeping man. I got to work immediately, grabbing wires and pulling them apart, untwisting the knots and cutting straps, it took longer to think of it than it did doing it. Just as I was pulling the object off the harness, the sleeping man rolled, springing a thick metal wire that was still stuck, making a rather noisy twang and positioning itself to spear the man as he rolled over it. My hands moved before my mind did as I bent the wire to the side and retracted my hand before the man could roll over either. Hearts still racing my brother and I grabbed our spoils and left, the man grumbling incoherently as he slept. After completing what it was we were there for, it was time to leave, myself and my brother weighed down by our spoils knew we probably wouldn't get out without gathering attention, and thusly a fight, but we tried anyway. I had since found a suppressor for my Makarov and we stalked down the halls and rooms in relative silence, but that would not last, as we rounded the corner to the main room and exit a chill ran down my spine. Standing before us were four guards, up to this point we had gone through undetected so thankfully the guards were a bit slower as well, or perhaps it all just felt slower as I pulled my gun out of its holster and leveled it upon them. Perhaps I hesitated, for what felt the longest was when I pulled the trigger ...and felt nothing happen.[/QUOTE] Phew, that was longer than I anticipated, I [I]may[/I] have taken a bit of artistic license to make it more interesting to read, but it more or less happened like that.
Oh man, here we go. I spent an entire dream dedicated to my morning routine getting ready for school. Then i wake up 20 minutes late. Nothing pissed me off more than knowing that i was ready for school with an hour to spare only to realize that i actually woke up 20 minutes later than i usually do.
Last night i dreamt of having an internship at a daycare, there was this cokcy kid that kept staring at me. I told him that it's not polite to stare then all of a sudden i'm in some Warhammer-esque battle. It was nice to wake up.
Last night I had a dream that I got approached by someone I've had my eyes on for a while but haven't found a good opportunity to talk to. It was going really well until I woke up. It was depressing as shit then.
Had my first lucid dream! It was crazy I was in a Business Center of sorts and then suddenly realized I was in a dream and well now I know what would happen if I had super powers. I instantly started blowing shit up and causing panic and chaos in the world and became the ruler of the universe.
I had yet another continuation to the series of dreams. Seeing how I'm compiling them into a codex of sorts, I turned it into a diary entry of sorts. I was in the body of the main character of a novel I stopped writing (biggest writer's block ever killed my motivation). [quote]How many have I felled? There was a time when I was younger, nothing but a recruit being evaluated for possibly becoming a Hand. I was blinded by propaganda and felt nothing but hatred to all things alien. That same hatred led me to be recruited by Hands of Wrath. It wasn't a big surprise to my friends, after all I was always cursing and insulting aliens at every party. The anger gave me purpose. It gave me direction, motivation, power. I could feel like I belonged to something. My fellow Hands commended my fervor as I became more and more known. I wasn't even close to Wrath himself, but I felt like I was doing something meaningful. But slowly, yet surely, it waned. No flame burns forever...and my hatred was no exception. My lust to kill mankind's enemies steadily crumbled until nothing remained. I felt no accomplishment, no satisfaction, no hatred for killing a demon, no sadness when another Hand was slain by an angel, no mercy for outsiders whenever they would get caught in the crossfire in urban combat. I believe this was where it began. Certain entities took notice of my change. I had forgotten that the city always looks at us, even if we don't look back. Today...I was at home. I got a weekend off to recuperate before the assault on Sahara's Hell rift. I felt uneasy, as if something constantly nagged at my mind, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Nobody else was in the apartment, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone. If only I had known. The guest room's balcony opened by itself. I rushed into the room, filled with confusion, adrenaline slowly starting to seeth into my blood flow. The room was vacant, yet somehow the door was completely opened. I felt a chill as I crossed the room, something unnatural, different from what the arctic climate could ever make me feel. It was filled with dread, as if I was about to die. That was when I managed to pinpoint the source of my uneasiness. I turned around, ready to parry a strike. What I saw was not an enemy...if it was, I am in great danger even when I write this. I instantly recognized the standard issue armor used by all Hands, regardless of which Embodiment they serve. It wasn't occupied by a Hand of Wrath, however. Instead of piercing, burning red, the eyeholes of its skull-shaped helmet were black, bottomless pits of darkness. I felt like I stared at a statue, something inanimate and lifeless. When it took its first step, I recoiled. A million thoughts stormed through my mind as it stopped in front of me, looking down into my eyes. I wouldve guess it to be at least two meters tall, easily thirty or so centimeters taller than me. When it spoke, its voice gnarled at me from my achilles' heel right up my spine. [I] "You have begun the transition. The spirit of Wrath is leaving you, leaving nothing behind but the void and the death that accompanies it."[/I] I didn't know what to think. Its words were cryptic and the adrenaline was oversimplifying everything down to two thoughts: punch or run. I knew either choice would likely make my situation worse than it already was, but I knew not the intruder's intentions. Frozen by its presence, I couldn't formulate a reasonable response. I can only assume it took this as a sign to continue. [I] "The process is nearly complete. Soon the only thing you will ever seek is death; for others or for yourself, it matters not. The Embodiment of Death accepts you under his rule. Wrath has lost his authority over you. From now on, the only path forward is under the banner of darkness." [/I] I began to understand. My apathy hadn't gone unnoticed. The warrior speaking to me was no other than a Hand of Death, a feared servant of the most infamous Embodiment known to be a merciless and undistinguishing harbinger of desolation. Even Hands of Wrath, known for their burning zeal and inner bonfire of hatred paled whenever Death and his Hands were mentioned. Now they had noticed my lack of hate and seeked to recruit me into their ranks. Reputation aside, Hands of Death are known to be some of the most effective, pragmatic and deadly fighters in all of Kargaus. I wasn't sure whether to be flattered, terrified or angry. Flattered that someone saw me skilled enough to be a Hand of Death, terrified that I was now destined to be part of this fearsome division or angered by the claims that I was unsuitable to serve the Embodiment of Wrath any longer. [I]"I...accept. Tell Death that I will join the Hands of Death."[/I] There, it was done. There was no going back from this point onwards. I doubt I had any real choice to begin with, but the illusion of free choice gives my mind some respite. As abruptly as the Hand had shown up, it swiftly turned around without saying another word, left the room and entered the corridor. I followed it only to find myself alone. The uneasiness that plagued me the entire morning was gone, but another kind of dread filled my mind. I have no clue what to expect of Death. So much of him and his code is unknown, even other Embodiments either refuse to speak of it or they don't know. This is most likely the biggest change in my life so far. A Hand of Death...if that's my future, nothing is impossible. I'll need to talk to some people after I'm done writing this, there is a lot on my mind that I need to sort out.[/quote]
I dreamed that I was at my grandma's house alone in the guest room I stay in. My cat had it's own room next to mine and I was just chilling. I heard a door opened and stayed quiet. I look out the window to see that a stranger's car was parked out there. He stealthily walked around the house, taking things and smiling. I hid under my bed in my room with my grandma's handgun and shot him in the leg as he walked by. I got out from underneath my and beat the shit out of him with shoe and tied him up. I shot him again, this time in the arms and dragged him into the cat room. He was still alive, so I fed him cat shit, then called the police. The police were fucking surprised at what I did. I have fucked up dreams.
I sometimes dream that i am on a edge of an high building and suddenly get sucked down over the edge.
I don't remember every detail, but I recall me and my girlfriend running into a shop. There was an ogre with a pricetag on him, doing a dance. The store cashier wanted us to pay with a bundle of minotaurs. The fact that I'd watched Harry Potter right before I went to bed probably explains some of that anyway.
I was in a space airplane (looked like a 747) near a black hole, and there was another space ship near us. We started to get close to the black hole because it started to feel a shift in force. Everyone started to go to the ship to escape because it had powerful thrusters. The pilot was the last one after me trying to get on, but then I saw him seize and he started to get dragged and then he got sucked in. Everyone else freaks out and the ship pilot was clueless how to operate so he slowly started to get the engines going. But he was too slow and we got sucked in. Now I woke up typing this.
Am I the only one here that feels like a camera in my dreams, watching over all the action, rather than me? Almost all of my dreams have been like that, minus my lucid dreams.
School.
[QUOTE=FurrehFaux;44066339]Am I the only one here that feels like a camera in my dreams, watching over all the action, rather than me? Almost all of my dreams have been like that, minus my lucid dreams.[/QUOTE] Sometimes. I've exited my own body in dreams before and it feels really awful.
I had possibly one of the strangest dreams I have had in a while. The weird part is that it felt so real. I was at my Grandpa's house. I was getting ready to drive my sisters to a concert which was in another state. I was going to leave at noon, but while I was getting ready, I found something happened. There was a snake which killed another snake. The snake then went inside the dead snake. All of a sudden there was a slit, right beneath my balls! The snake slid right up the slit and stayed there. I was afraid to pull the snake out, in fear that it might damage me. It wasn't uncomfortable or anything. Somehow I knew the snake was laying eggs in the slit. I couldn't do anything about it, and I was too afraid to ask anybody about it, so I told my sisters that I was ready, only to find out that it was two in the morning. When I awoke, I was afraid to feel beneath my balls in fear that the slit was still there.
Last night I had an awful strange dream. Everything was abstract and bright colours and pianos on ceilings and weird sloppy mud outside where ever I was.
I was in a massive orgy with some fellow classmates inside of a dark endless room....I expected to wake up in a cold sweat.
[QUOTE=FurrehFaux;44066339]Am I the only one here that feels like a camera in my dreams, watching over all the action, rather than me? Almost all of my dreams have been like that, minus my lucid dreams.[/QUOTE] I sometimes dream in perspectives similar to video games I have played, usually Grand Theft Auto.
so it's night, the house is in darkness, and i'm opening the door of my room and i flick the lightswitch, but, though i can see the area around the lightbulb light up, the room is still pitch-black, it's like the darkness is swallowing the light up before it fills the room so i think "this is going to be a really shitty nightmare" and for some reason i walk into the dark room to turn on the light by my computer. i somehow find the switch and press it, and the light comes on for like a second, then both the lightbulbs go out, leaving me in the dark at this point the darkness coalesces around my dick and starts giving me a [i]really good[/i] handjob then my dream just kind of shuts off and i don't dream again for the rest of the night, i think it crashed or something
Last night I had two incredible dreams. The first dream I've had multiple times before but It's just me walking around inside of some large electronic/gaming store with PC's everywhere and everything that I love involving PC gaming and Computers. Here is the part where it turns weird, I go to the bathroom and they are both closed since the janitor is cleaning them, I kid you not, the janitor is Stone Cold Steve Austin This guy [t]http://thasportsjunkies101.files.wordpress.com/2014/01/asteve1.jpg[/t] Anyways I decide to not use the bathroom for now (I know it's a dream and you don't actually have to go but I wanted to see the bathrooms anyways to see if I can find anything interesting inside) I decide not to use the bathroom for now but as I am walking away, this black man wearing overalls steps up to Steve Austin and pleads to go the bathroom, Steve Austin just says "I'm telling you man you better leave now" The black man continues to plead but Steve Austin keeps advising him to go away, The black man pushes Austin inside of the bathroom and the two get into a fight, I don't see the fight but I just hear two shots from a pair of Dual Beretta's from Counter Strike (Probably shouldn't have watched a CSGO stream before bed) Anyways Stone Cold Steve Austin comes out of the bathroom, looks at me and says "You're next", I quickly run to the front of the store and he somehow magically teleports to the front of the store and starts laughing at me and he says "I was just kidding man!", I exhale a sigh of relief and the dream ends there. The next dream is actually one of my favorite dreams of all time now but here we go This dream starts off with my AP Human Geo teacher telling me that we are going to some beach to swim with Great White Sharks and Tiger Sharks. I look at her and pass her off as absolutely batshit insane but I decide to go anyways, I get onto some Red Jeep (think of the Jeep from Jurassic Park but minus any Jurassic Park logos) and my AP teacher drives while another friend from the class rides on the back of the Jeep with me. All of a sudden its nighttime and we begin driving down some endlessly long road that leads to a beach I can barely see in the distance, there is a full moon shining brightly in the night sky and there is not a single star in sight. We are surrounded on all sides by dense jungle, and we stay silent the entire ride. To be honest it was sort of relaxing, just hearing the sound of the Jeep driving down this long, endless road and seeing the full moon in the sky, and watching the campfires on the beach in the distance flicker softly. Anyways after about another minute or two of riding we reach the beach and disembark. My AP teacher runs off to god know's where, and my friend from the class is nowhere to be seen. The beach is filled with black patio chairs like this [t]http://existdecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/Outsunny-Zero-Gravity-Recliner-Lounge-Patio-Pool-Chair-in-Black.jpg[/t] And nearly every single one of them is occupied by some man or woman in their 30's-60's, some are just relaxing and staring off into the night sky, some are asleep, some are reading from their Nooks, and some are just sitting upright and chatting with nearby friends. There is also a gleaming white yacht on the water and it's filled with partying people jumping into the water and sipping fancy alcoholic beverages. I walk forward a tiny bit to see who is inside of the chair closest to me and it's some old white lady listening to her iPod, before I say "Hello" she says to me, "GIT OUT OF HERE YA *forgot what she says here*" I quickly just go away and stand idly on the beach and sink my toes into the warm sand. I look up at the sky again and the Aurora Borealis is in the night sky to the west of me, It looks absolutely fucking beautiful and I sit down in the sand and admire it for a few minutes. The Aurora flashes between red and blue randomly. At this point I feel incredibly relaxed, the night is cool, the sand is warm, I hear the sounds of waves crashing against the shore, and the sounds of conversation between people. After another minute or two I wake up in real life and look at my alarm clock and it's 3:00 AM, I start my day at 6:00AM so I just throw the blanket over my head again and go back to sleep. The End. This is basically a mockup of the 2nd dream below [t]http://i.imgur.com/772jHRw.png[/t] Excuse my crappy drawing haha. I can draw a mockup of the 1st dream and upload it later if you'd like.
I had a an odd dream where I moved into a new house and decided to hang up a really shitty painting I made of a world map but the canvas broke while hanging it up.
Back story for dream: There's a girl in my class which I have a crush on,but she (probably) doesn't have a crush on me. She got 3 roses at valentine's day (but how many of those roses are from girlfriends is unkown). There's one other guy in my class who told her she likes her. He got horribly rejected (but to be frank he's an asshole and quite ugly so w/e). She stared at me often around Valentine's Day but that might be because she thought one of the roses were from me (I planned to give her one but I pussied out). Let's call her Lisa (not her real name) for convenience. ANYWAY DREAM TIME [QUOTE]I was in a store and Lisa was behind me. I had a flower which was pink-ish with a yellow bit in the middle. I threw it behind me in the direction of Lisa so she would catch it or something. I walked away fast because i'm beta as fuck. Like a minute later Lisa comes back to me and gives me 3 small gifts,some liquid soap,parfume (IIRC) and I don't remember the 3rd gift. It was quite romantic and there were some sparks and then I woke up.[/QUOTE] When I woke up I felt legitimately angry. This dream just gave me false hope,that's all. I'm still a bit pissed actually.
This is a rather long story about several Facepunchers going to a cabin in Finland for a summer vacation. Includes cameos from two moderators and a couple of my FP friends. I'm lazy so I'll just post the Steam log where I explain this to one of the people involved. [quote]ミズグリ-00: It was Cabin Facepunch ミズグリ-00: except it was only people I knew Samiam: Leaning on someone? ミズグリ-00: for whatever fuckin' reason ミズグリ-00: It was on this one cabin I've been at IRL ミズグリ-00: Got one reasonably sized three room cabin, an outhouse, a campfire area, a lake right next to it with a small drydock and a sauna ミズグリ-00: It's surrounded by forest and shit. ミズグリ-00: In the dream I had set up mosquito repellant smoke spirals everywhere because y'all foreigners were bitching about getting bit by insects. ミズグリ-00: I had covered myself in tar lotion that made them just buzz around me, furiously looking for a place to land. ミズグリ-00: I smelled like smoke. ミズグリ-00: But anyway, some of the FPers were bitching about the bugs. ミズグリ-00: Let's see if I can remember who were there. Samiam: What fpers were there Samiam: Jiggu, at least ミズグリ-00: Yup. Samiam: And ミズグリ-00: You. ミズグリ-00: Me. ミズグリ-00: That one artist...uh ミズグリ-00: GastricTank ミズグリ-00: Dai ミズグリ-00: JohnnyMo1 visited once but he was staying at the farm along the road ミズグリ-00: thatnewguy was there ミズグリ-00: That was about it. Samiam: Woo im part of greens cool kids club ミズグリ-00: Dai didn't talk to us much, he was usually just curled up at the sofa or sitting at the table drawing shit on his weird portable tablet thingamajig ミズグリ-00: Gastric was, for some reason, trying to cook and failed miserably ミズグリ-00: so me and Jiggu tell him to get the fuck out ミズグリ-00: and we both put on aprons ミズグリ-00: and it was kind of homoerotic in hindsight ミズグリ-00: because we were singing along to some People's Village song Samiam: No homo ミズグリ-00: that wasn't YMCA ミズグリ-00: while cooking Samiam: Village people ミズグリ-00: Right Samiam: Not peoples village ミズグリ-00: Muh bad ミズグリ-00: You were... ミズグリ-00: I don't know where the fuck you were most of the time ミズグリ-00: To be completely honest, I just thought you were...around ミズグリ-00: Anyway, we get the ingredients prepped, then we carry them in a giant pot to the fireplace, you're there tending to the cinders. ミズグリ-00: We drop that badass mofo on the cinders directly because that's obviously a great idea ミズグリ-00: And then start slow cooking the fuck out of that stew ミズグリ-00: Everyone comes over and I pass them bowls of delicious chicken stew ミズグリ-00: Dai says something about this being better than restaurant food, you're surprised at how good of a cook I am and I'm pointing at Jiggu, saying he did most of the work. ミズグリ-00: Ironically he's doing the same to me. ミズグリ-00: Eventually we look at each other and both claim "It was all me, to be honest" ミズグリ-00: Gastric is enjoying that shit too Samiam: Characteristic modesty ミズグリ-00: Then we organize sauna shifts ミズグリ-00: And you know how this went ミズグリ-00: Dai, Gastric and JohnnyMo went first ミズグリ-00: then me, you and Jiggu ミズグリ-00: Seriously. ミズグリ-00: Jiggu and I were all cool ミズグリ-00: You were going "oh jesus christ this is too hot" and were bent over at the top level ミズグリ-00: And not bent over as in your ass was sticking out ミズグリ-00: But bent over as in you had your stomach on top of your thighs and your head was closer to your feet than the roof ミズグリ-00: Me and Jiggu are laughing and keep throwing more water on the rocks just to fuck with ya ミズグリ-00: Eventually you go "you guys are the [I]wurst[/I], bunch of meatheads" ミズグリ-00: I go like "oh no he didn't" at that TERRIBLE pun Samiam: Urgh even i wouldnt make a pun that bad ミズグリ-00: So you walk out and go take a dip in the lake, eventually I decide to follow suite and Jiggu exits last. ミズグリ-00: I only dive in and then climb out from the drydock, Jiggu goes swimming like a fucking pro athlete ミズグリ-00: After some random bullshit banter that I can't remember anymore, the next memory I have is of us three at the top of the cabin ミズグリ-00: Like on the roof ミズグリ-00: all with our backs against each other, sitting there looking at the forest/lake/sky/sun/whatever ミズグリ-00: And I'm like ミズグリ-00: "You know, if this was a visual novel and I was a protag, I'd say I wish this kind of thing would last forever." ミズグリ-00: Jiggu calls me a scrub ミズグリ-00: It was the ultimate no homo bro moment ミズグリ-00: broment Samiam: And me third wheeling to the max ミズグリ-00: Yeah I had a gut feeling that you felt a little bit like an outsider ミズグリ-00: I tried to keep ya involved but I guess it didn't click as strongly ミズグリ-00: Poor you. Samiam: Not scandinavian Samiam: Gg ミズグリ-00: Then again ミズグリ-00: there was the three murricans ミズグリ-00: Who, by the way said they enjoyed the sauna ミズグリ-00: Granted, it was at like 60 Celsius ミズグリ-00: which is cold as fuck for a sauna to me ミズグリ-00: But still ミズグリ-00: Meanwhile ミズグリ-00: Me and Jiggu tortured you, the first timer ミズグリ-00: with 98 Celsius ミズグリ-00: hahahahahaha ミズグリ-00: At the end it was 102 Samiam: Oh gg ミズグリ-00: The washing water was almost boiling and we had to cool it down by dumping more lake water into it Samiam: Fucking boiling from the inside Samiam: Im surprised i didnt die ミズグリ-00: We didn't give you a chance for that. ミズグリ-00: Man, we were assholes to you in the sauna ミズグリ-00: I almost want to apologize for manhandling the dream you that much. ミズグリ-00: I mean your back was completely blaring red when you walked out, we kept slapping it every once in a while ミズグリ-00: :V ミズグリ-00: These dreams, man. Samiam: Oh come on ミズグリ-00: I fucking swear. ミズグリ-00: The funniest (and to some, the worst) part about the whole thing was ミズグリ-00: I think the dream you tried to make a few moves ミズグリ-00: But I was all like "YO BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" ミズグリ-00: and ignored them all ミズグリ-00: So you got friend zoned AND became a third wheel at the summer trip Samiam: Oh man [/quote]
I dreamt I was in an art lesson of my old school and we could choose what we wanted to draw. After long time of thinking I decided to draw a Sentry Gun from TF2. I also had a little LEGO reference but I kept dropping it to the ground and I rebuilt it in a different way everytime. I never started drawing. :v:
One of the good things about being at home: sleep in and have many dreams! [quote]Selling drugs out of Dad's office, which is on a high floor of a building, yet not accessible via stairs because some object crashed through. [I]guy[/I] from Northview texts and asks where I am, and I tell him. My phone's red light flashes and a Notification shows that my picture is being tampered with, and I am advised to change it. My picture had been of me holding three blotter sheets. Worry about law enforcement. Screw around in the streets. I watch a video about a religious figure in Mormonism before a white girl starts singing/rapping. There's an exposed vulva somewhere and graffiti on a sidewalk – I had seen similar graffiti in a different area. Some kind of cat thing walking, too. I watch someone holding a dead bird and also pick up a few stacks of coins myself, only to be amazed when they multiply in amount. I also pick up small strips of paper that say “twenty”, “forty”, perhaps also “calculator”. I wonder if they have monetary value, but they're just worthless labels connected to a trucking company. A wasp flies onto my back, and I am petrified. I can't move due to whatever exhaustion, so I struggle to get up without it stinging me. [/quote] [quote]About to fly a pickup truck home from my university, which takes the form of Troy University – I'm in a parking lot north of Adams Hall. I guess I moved a few things out of the truck: a stereo, a PS3, and various other electronics and cables. I meet the owner, who is a black guy named Siam, who explains he's in the Honors College. I offer to help return his stuff. The back part of the stereo pops out. There was a white LCD TV like The Sims 2. The point of all this eludes me. [/quote] [quote] At home, I notice there's a yard sale at Tom's, so large that it's spilled onto our driveway, and I see a newly placed bench on the southern face of our driveway. I go to take a look. I play in our driveway and among the border trees to the north for a while. I dance and pretend I'm a ninja, and try a backflip and fail. I look up. There are military planes, and also UFOs. The UFOs destroy the planes then come down to attack. I find a remote control similar to my RC helicopter's, which shoots thin lasers. I shoot at the planes repeatedly. It's not very effective, so I resolve to grabbing the planes and throwing them on the ground, perhaps sitting on them. I go inside, and a fat lady yells at me about the crisis.[/quote] [quote]At Sam's Club, I have lots of cold medicine in my cart/basket/bag, as well as cough syrup and no-name brand cold medicine. Twelve or so bottles of each, for $8 or some similar price. A lady in line confronts me, I coolly show her the no-name brand medicine and list the non-mind-altering ingredients (one is Doxylamine). I complete the purchase, then see Mom coming, so I leave the cough syrup there, hoping the cashier won't notice. In the car, Mom tells me about how she wants to buy me a computer, and I say no. She says she talked to an Ent, and takes me to the Ent, in a grassy parking lot. He takes the form of a fox, and is pained due to pollution. I pick up some litter and relieve another fox who happens to be trapped in litter, and the Ent feels better. He absorbs himself into my head. The camera is screwed up and I see some VHS recording words on the edge. I stumble about and into traffic – think of this as a video game with excellent effects – it now resembles LOTR or Oblivion in my mind, a new iteration in either series. I see a building on fire with two inhabitants outside on my apparent right. I hear from the Ent what the nasty plan is – all the “leaders” or similar are being killed. We fight back by killing lots of demons, and I talk to the Ent who comments on this. Now the game resembles Psychonauts or Ratchet and Clank. The controls are PC controls. A robot lady confronts me, pulls her mask off to reveal more robot face, and then sets her large minion on me. I am forced to run around a circular path with highs and lows: he speeds up logically with the hills. At one point I try to run up a mini ramp the wrong way, and fail to do so, and suddenly set off a drowning cutscene. To defeat this fellow I have to learn 3 abilities, and after seeing where I would use the first, I learn the first: a bottom bash by pressing P. I use it a few times in some underground area.[/quote] [quote]With [I]sweet girl[/I] and [I]awkward black guy[/I] in Lafleur home. [I]girl[/I] is delaying in some way. I go off myself to get something and when I return they've both left.[/quote]
I was at my grandparents house and all of the sudden, there was this MASSIVE thunderstorm that blew the roof off and then my grandma was yelling at my grandpa about how they should have had basement and random shit like that. But, it gets better. Out of nowhere fucking DINASOURS started chasing us and started to eat all of my family and then I woke up. The sad part is that doesn't even crack my top ten of most fucked up dreams. I have a very strange mind...
Michael Cera and Jason Bateman having gay sex in a men's restroom. Yeah... I really wish I didn't remember that one. God, I have weird dreams.
I dreamt me, my mom and my stepdad were out on the docks for some reason. Two guys (one of them with a short mohawk) started taunting us, so I told them to fuck off and flipped the bird. Immediately they pull out guns and start shooting at us. I go for the water and dive in, and start swimming at the speed of light. I go under a bridge and end up in swimming into a water-palace, with rides and a little "cave"-like pool. People seem to be generally enjoying themselves. I notice some windows overlooking the larger pool, so I find some stairs that lead me to an office-like area. I walk past a few cubicles, until a very muscular black man (I think it was T-Dog from The Walking Dead) steps out from one of them and tells me he'll defend me. I hide in the cubicle behind him. And that's all I remember. I also had a dream where I went to a hair salon and they put whipped cream and sprinkles in my hair and called it fashion. That's the height of weirdness for tonight, I think...
I had a really vivid dream of walking through a wheat field at sunset. [URL="http://i.imgur.com/aDwR89R.jpg"]Kind of like this. [/URL] I think there was a warm breeze blowing on my face.
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