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monolith94
11-02-2007, 02:25 PM
So last night I had a very vivid dream. I was in a foreign country - it felt European, continental. France or Germany or Belgium. And I was in a large indoor market, waiting in line to get to a bakery's counter. They were selling cakes, and I needed one but I couldn't decide which one I wanted and they were all too expensive. There was a darjeeling limited-themed cake. That confused me. I wanted to try a slice of it, but people were getting upset because I seemed to be going through the waiting line in the wrong direction.

It was weird, and then my parents woke me up because I had to go move a chair into our basement. Sad: I wanted to see how it ended.

Rowland
11-02-2007, 06:10 PM
I had a dream the other night where a bunch of people and I were hiding in a multi-story library surrounded by a forest as the world was presumably being taken over by those aliens from The Thing, only they could turn quicker and their morphing powers weren't as powerful. Some of us tried to make a run for it into the forest, where we were ambushed and lost about half the group. Back in the library, people started to wander off and reappear without us being sure if it was really them or not. At one point I remembered that I left a backpack in one of the back aisles, so I went to get it alone and found myself surrounded by darkness, knowing that they were lurking where I couldn't see. It was profoundly scary, and yet I made my way back to the group before someone morphed into this giant monster. The rest of us who were left ran downstairs to one of the lower levels as things started crashing through the windows (which were all church-style windows for some reason), and right around the point where it felt totally hopeless, I woke up.

monolith94
11-02-2007, 06:15 PM
Ah, an adventure dream. I have quite a few of those. I can really picture the image of a library surrounded by forest. One of my most meaningful dreams took place inside of a monastery in a thick pine forest.

Sven
11-02-2007, 06:38 PM
I had a dream where I smashed a Brad Pitt made out of Cinnabuns in the head with a jar of apricot marmalade. It's very strange, now that I think about it.

monolith94
11-02-2007, 06:44 PM
Was that a genuine dream, or are you just making up something that sounds weird to be funny?

Sven
11-02-2007, 06:45 PM
Was that a genuine dream, or are you just making up something that sounds weird to be funny?
It was very real. I've been having very vivid dreams lately due, I think in part, to the massive change my life is undergoing.

monolith94
11-02-2007, 06:57 PM
You'll have to forgive my skepticism; a brad pitt constructed of cinnabuns is the sort of surreal thing that just kind of sounds made up.

In fact, I wouldn't blame you for questioning my own "darjeeling limited" cake.

megladon8
11-10-2007, 03:25 AM
I keep having dreams where I make some silly mistake - say, making a joke that someone happens to find offensive - and it causes every single person in my life to loathe me.

By the end of the dreams, the people won't even acknowledge that I exist. I'll shout at them, scream, cry, throw things, and they'll just look at me, then turn back to whatever they were doing.

It may not sound like much, but I always wake up feeling incredibly depressed.

Duncan
11-10-2007, 06:36 AM
Someone called me this morning while I was still sleeping, then left a message because I was too lazy to answer my cell. I fell back asleep and dreamed I listened to the voicemail, except it turned out to be a video-mail. This team of Olympic athletes from somewhere in Africa was standing around a bar playing pool in their athletic jumpsuits. Then, one guy takes a wild shot, the cue ball goes off the table, hits another guy in the head, and the guy dies. Then I closed my cell phone.

The End.

monolith94
11-10-2007, 05:20 PM
Boy, I was having some very complex dreams this morning: dreamt about two people from college getting in a relationship, dreamt about driving on a highway that abruptly ended, so on and so forth... I wish I could remember all the little details.

Mysterious Dude
11-10-2007, 05:27 PM
Here's a dream I had from a few months ago.

In the dream, I was working at a library, a brick building that had walls with unusual angles. A skinny, middle-aged African American woman walked up to me and said that at her old library, she used to hold town meetings, but that library was closed, and she wondered if she could hold town meetings at this library. I wasn't sure, so, as I often do when I can't answer a question, I look for a higher authority. It just so happened that Dick Cheney was there, whispering to what looked like a secret service agent. I thought he would be a good person to ask. Before approaching him, I considered how I should address him, then walked up to him and said, "Mr. Vice President?" He ignored me and walked away. I looked back at the woman, hoping she wasn't getting too impatient. I went to Dick Cheney again, but he was now preparing to play a game with a sled. There were people lying on the ground, in three rows, all close to each other, and Cheney was going to sled on top of them. I had the woman lie down at the end of the row of people, so when Cheney got to her, he might notice her. As he was sledding over the people, he was crushing them and, I presume, killing them. On the other end of the sled, there seemed to be some kind of deflated air-mattress on the ground where the rows of people had been. Cheney seemed not to understand what he was doing, and was laughing and having a great time. The woman, meanwhile was getting upset and by the time Cheney got close to her, she was crying and cursing herself for being so stupid. She crawled away and then Cheney stood up. He seemed to feel bad and went over to try to comfort her.

soitgoes...
11-15-2007, 10:35 PM
I remember a little snippet of a dream I had last night. I had moved to West Virginey. I don't remember anything else but that. I think its safe to say it was probably a nightmare though.

monolith94
11-26-2007, 06:12 PM
Boy, I had a really weird dream this morning.

I dreamt that I was part of this outerspace military unit in deep space, and it was like Event Horizon - we were trying to stop a black hole that was being used as a gateway from hell itself to our universe. We were able to stop it, but at the cost of us being sucked into hell.

So then, there we all were in hell, which actually wasn't bad, because the demons were all lazy. The torments were pretty bad, but not really because, again, the demons didn't really care. Very apathetic. In our off hours, we, the military group, spent our time in an old abandoned warehouse attempting to build a black hole gateway that would send us back to our home dimension and also further back in time to prevent the whole thing from happening in the first place. It was kind of funny because we were all marine-types, but dealing in advanced physics concepts. I guess that's what you do when you have eternity though...

MadMan
11-26-2007, 10:02 PM
The previous night I had a dream where I was wandering through an endless wave of hallways, all leading to classrooms in this strange, extremely large school. I was trying to find my way out and back to this teacher's office that I needed to go to, but I kept getting lost and even more confused. After walking for what seemed like an eternity I finally made my way to some game room. Where I played Kevin Bacon in ping pong and beat him. Oh the teacher I was trying to see looked like my film history teacher from the community college I went to and transfered from to UNI. After defeating Bacon I woke up wondering what the hell that was all about.

There was another strange dream I had the night before that night, but I forgot about it. Perhaps I should start writing down my dreams after I wake up.

Sycophant
11-26-2007, 11:14 PM
I had a dream where I decided to start smoking while on vacation in some tropical place. The cigarettes were packaged in an opaque bag and I had to pay six dollars for them. I was really upset to discover only four cigarettes inside.

SpaceOddity
12-20-2007, 08:25 AM
I dreamt a bloke I like metamorphosed into a python.

*shakes fist at symbolism*

transmogrifier
12-20-2007, 12:46 PM
So I'm grading a lot of papers these days.
So last night I dreamt about grading a lot of papers.



Exactly as I do in real life, with no cool dream stuff like a naked Naomi Watts turning up, or Liverpool finally winning a league title. All I did, all night, in my dream was grade.


:crazy:

transmogrifier
12-20-2007, 12:47 PM
I dreamt a bloke I like metamorphosed into a python.

*shakes fist at symbolism*

You're worried he's going to swallow you and regurgitate you at a later, unspecified, date?


Or am I taking this too literally?

transmogrifier
12-20-2007, 12:49 PM
I had a dream where I decided to start smoking while on vacation in some tropical place. The cigarettes were packaged in an opaque bag and I had to pay six dollars for them. I was really upset to discover only four cigarettes inside.


The numeral 4 is a Korean symbol for death.
Cigarettes can kill you.
Tropical places have, like, malaria and stuff.

You're screwed.

KK2.0
12-20-2007, 05:49 PM
One of the best dreams i've had was last year, and i still remember the images vividly since they were amazingly unreal.

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I was in this huge library that, in my head, was located at the downtown area of a city that's a recurrent scenario where several of my dreams take place. I remember wandering around rows of bookshelves that stretched from floor to ceiling until i reached a large room where a group of people seemed to gather around a table. I was on the second floor actually, and i noticed as i walk down the stairs, that was a man in the center of the attention.

As i grabbed my spot to see what was going on, the man opened what i remember vaguely to be a box, he didn't acted as a magician, he was more like a teacher and the curious people a bunch of students perhaps, then i saw something that i can only describe as belonging to a lovecraft story, a creature crawled out of the box, something hard to describe, a viscous blob with a bunch of tiny legs or extensions that rolled around the table for the amazement of the group, the man seemed to speak something while the show was going on but i can't remember a thing. The monster suddenly stopped and it started to morph, his extensions grew like tentacles and his size started to increase a bit and to my horror, a human face emerged from it.

My memory is a blur at this point but maybe terrifyied, i started to move away and leave the library, i don't remember if anyone else followed me, but i do remeber to see water dripping from the ceiling as i approached the exit, and i realized that the library was underground, the exit was a hole that emerged in the middle of the city. The streets were flooded with water from a huge storm, then i grabbed the fence that surrounds the hole so my body wasn't dragged by the strenght of the water.

I woke up at this point.

monolith94
12-21-2007, 11:50 AM
This morning's dream! Starring:

http://www.rumrill.net/brian/pics/pics5/pics5/DarthVader/darth_vader_closeup.jpg
Darth Vader!

and

http://www.ghostofaflea.com/archives/KateBushWithSkewedGravity.jpg

Kate Bush!

Duncan
12-21-2007, 12:04 PM
I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do I'm always disappointed by how literal they are. I wish my unconscious was more creative.

KK2.0
12-21-2007, 01:16 PM
I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do I'm always disappointed by how literal they are. I wish my unconscious was more creative.

I used to have some pretty crazy dreams regularly, and draw or write comics based on them. Today, they're rare, and i hardly remember them, the one i described however was so intense that i never forgot.

Philosophe_rouge
12-21-2007, 03:27 PM
I had another Battle Royale style dream, and it's really not as fun/ny as the movie.

Melville
12-21-2007, 06:05 PM
I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do I'm always disappointed by how literal they are. I wish my unconscious was more creative.
Yeah, me too. My dreams, on the rare occasions that I remember them, are usually about people I know and anxieties that I'm well aware of. Apparently my unconscious is pretty useless.

Boner M
01-02-2008, 10:14 AM
Last night I closed my video store after re-stocking the porn section, and fell into a brief sleep as soon as I arrived home... during which I had a dream that wasn't - as it usually is - a bunch of stuff that happened or even a bunch of images, but rather one single image that has invaded my train of thought all day: it's sorta like an abstract art take on a John Holmes-ish 70's pornstar complete with the 'stache and mini-'fro, resembling something like a twisted balloon animal, complete with a clownish face sporting wild eyes and an ecstatic smile, and a massive phallus that resembles a baseball bat hanging to the side of him. Anyway, he's lying in a bed and there's a big red splash of blood behind him like he blew his brains out, only there's no wound on his head or a gun anywhere in sight... he just resonates as this contorted blob of disproportionate, shapeless limbs and exaggerated features; I can't describe the expression and do it justice, but it'll likely haunt me for the rest of my life. Kinda wish I was a painter or something right now, cos this would probably be a lightning bolt of inspiration rather than just really really fucked up.

Anyway, the weirdest 'dream' I've had in a while... maybe ever.

bac0n
01-02-2008, 02:57 PM
Last night I dreamed that I was the President of the United States and that I was in Moscow to meet with Soviet Premier, I mean Russian President Vladimir Putin. His office had very loud classical music playing, and the walls had this weird lavender shag carpeting on it. He had several bookcases with some very old books. I couldn't make out the names of the books, but the author was Dostoevsky. He had a very nice desk, silver, sleek.

So, the first order of business was to get some food, so Vlad & I headed down to the cafeteria, chit-chatting the way down. All I remember of the conversation was remarking how many staff we presidential types need to do our jobs, which got a good chuckle out of Vladimir.

I must say now, that the Kremlin is a very busy place, kinda like the skyway floor of a Minneapolis office building. Many people shuffling around, going about their business, and none of them too impressed that two heads of state were among them. The floors were very shiny and clean.

When we got to the food line, Vlad asked me what I wanted, and me, being rather indecisive, said, "I'll have what you're having", so he grabbed another tray like his, which had some sorta onion thing on it. It was then that I noticed that I didn't have any cash on me. Vladimir was magnanimous enough to pay for my food as well - what a guy! - and pulled out a roll of American dollar bills. When I commented on this, he joked that rubles can't buy much these days, not even in Russia.

As crazy as that dream was, it's probably the most sensical dream I've had in years. Usually in a situation like that, I'm buck naked.

jesse
01-04-2008, 03:37 AM
I had a dream the other night with Nick in it. I got a new job at a hotel where we had a staff meeting in which Nick was complaining (I don't recall what about) and generally seemed out of it. Somebody said something along the lines that he must be hung over; turns out he was just tired and pissed because he had just spent ten hours in line waiting to see an art exhibition.

I laughed when I woke up.

I also had a dream with Ali (kamran) in it, but I can't remember what it was about.

First time I've dreamt of MCers, funny it was only about a or so day apart.

kamran
01-07-2008, 01:22 PM
I got a new job at a hotel where we had a staff meeting in which Nick was complaining (I don't recall what about) and generally seemed out of it.

Sounds about right.


I also had a dream with Ali (kamran) in it, but I can't remember what it was about.

Also very fitting.

;)

NickGlass
01-07-2008, 06:20 PM
Sounds about right.

Listen, just because I was a boozy, cantankerous, loopy, MoMA-attending nutso the weekend we hung out doesn't mean I'm always like that.

Just frequently.

(Having never met me, I'm shocked Jesse could have such a clear picture of me in my prime. I blame Ali.)


Also very fitting.

;)

Well, I'm sure you were being quiet and very polite. Certainly not forgettable.

jesse
01-08-2008, 06:09 AM
Also very fitting.

;) Awwww... it's not like that, really. The dream with Nick is an exception... I remember maybe 1 out of every 10 dreams I have. In your case I woke up and could vaguely recall you had been in the dream, but that was it. That's how it usually goes--so definitely not a slight!

kamran
01-09-2008, 03:19 AM
Awwww... it's not like that, really. The dream with Nick is an exception... I remember maybe 1 out of every 10 dreams I have. In your case I woke up and could vaguely recall you had been in the dream, but that was it. That's how it usually goes--so definitely not a slight!

You know me - when there's a chance to make a self-deprecating comment, I go for it!

No worries, I know you didn't mean anything by it.

:pritch:

MadMan
02-19-2008, 05:41 PM
Last night I had a strange dream that was very vivid. It started with my family and I looking out the window of a restaurant and noticing that zombies were outside. We didn't want to get bit so my dad and I ran outside quick and pulled the van around for the rest of the family to get in. We had to quickly shut the doors to avoid getting bitten and infected. After we drove home I suddenly went outside and saw my friend driving one of those hoover cars from The Fifth Element around, and he was being chased by dozens of hoover car police cars. I then wandered around, noticing that hundreds of people were outside. Somehow I obtained a Budweiser and then I proceeded to sit down next to a tree and drink it really slowly while I watched my friend and the police drive around. After that I got up, tossed the empty bottle aside and walked around, when I noticed a friend and some people who were in my graduation class in high school sitting around. I stopped by and chatted with them for a bit about some stuff, and then I proceeded to walk on by. As I noticed that somehow we were on some kind of a roof or something (I have no idea how I got there) my alarm went off. I woke up wondering what the hell that was all about.

origami_mustache
03-09-2008, 01:24 AM
I had a dream it snowed in Hollywood and I frantically had to record the different sounds of snow crunching, being shoveled, being driven over, etc. before it melted. :lol:

Rowland
03-09-2008, 01:38 AM
I recently had a dream where aliens and predators attacked my childhood neighborhood. It's all hazy now, but I remember a group of my friends and I scattering about as aliens chased us and predators jumped tree-to-tree zapping lasers everywhere. I hid in a little schoolhouse (that was definitely not in my actual neighborhood), where there was a detention being held by Paul Gleason and Michael Ironside. They forced me to join even though I was frantic about the invasion. Suddenly the kids in the detention pulled out a bunch of guns and started blasting apart the room as desk fragments clouded the air. I crawled across the floor and darted out of the door. As some of the kids with guns chased me, an invisible predator hanging out next to the door from the outside impaled one of them with his spear and lifted the kid into the air, which the others responded to by shooting at the predator, allowing me to escape. I managed to make it home, and then lots more weird shit happened that I can't remember vividly enough to recount.

Sycophant
03-26-2008, 06:28 PM
My sex dreams are always tempered with heavy emotional and relationship problems. And sometimes there's not really that much sex.

Sycophant
06-23-2008, 05:41 PM
My apocalyptic science fiction dream this morning exhibited remarkable internal logic.

origami_mustache
06-23-2008, 08:22 PM
I dreamt there was a nuclear war as indicted by a world map and Nintendo Wii tanks located on different countries firing at each other. I was in a prison in Hiroshima panicking after the news that we were about to get bombed was delivered, but everyone else seemed calm. I grabbed a barred window and watched as the bomb hit...then I began to levitate while holding the bars still. I looked at my feet and they began turning to ash, and slowly my legs, torso etc. crumbled into ash as well until nothing was left except my face which fell to the floor in tact. Then someone kicked it and I woke up. :crazy:

megladon8
06-23-2008, 08:40 PM
I had quite a dream last night.

Using my X-Box 360 controller, I was able to log on to a live Q&A session with Edward Norton and Liv Tyler. My controller ran out of batteries twice in a row, right before I was about to ask my question.

It turned out Liv Tyler was a close friend of my family, and she came by my house and picked up my question for Edward Norton.

He was impressed by my question, and ended up recruiting me as production manager for a new film he was exec producing, and it starred Michael Pitt. It was a haunted house movie, and no one realized that the house we were filming in was actually haunted, and so we had to deal with random ghost appearances and bleeding walls while trying to shoot the film.

I was actually kind of disappointed when I woke up and realized I didn't really have a job on a movie set.

monolith94
06-24-2008, 05:22 AM
A couple of nights ago, I dreamt that I was teaching in a school, where a young dude I used to work at a bookstore with was one of my students. After class ended, he had to go off with his friends because he had to get an "enormous donut". This sounded appealing, and he invited me to come along with him. So me and his greaser buddies, we all got into the car and headed off. I felt a little uncomfortable because they were my students (and yet older/the same age as me?) and we had such very different styles. I was acting uptight, while they were all relaxed and chummy.

When we got there, my old chemistry teacher was the manager of the donut shop, and I asked him how his retirement was going. Stupid question to ask, considering he was working, dur. Anyway, the dude got his enormous donut, and I wanted one too, but I felt that I had to make sure I could afford such an enormous donut, so I asked the people there what the price of one was. They kept telling me that the price was on the bottom left hand corner of the donut display case, but it wasn't. It was all very disheartening, and I wound up just giving up on it.

megladon8
08-04-2008, 09:18 PM
I had another one of those dreams last night where it's so affecting, you wake up and spend the whole day feeling kind of melancholy.

Sven
08-06-2008, 12:20 AM
I had a dream where Travis Tritt did the theme song to a Jaws sequel. The song was called "Jaws Sucks Balls". It's still hilarious when I think about it.

megladon8
08-10-2008, 06:03 PM
Last night I dreamt that I had an eyeball growing out of my nose.

The actual eyeball was hanging down around my chest, but the tendons and veins that it was attached to stretched up and were attached to the inside of my nose, like nose hair.

It was pretty gross, and I tried several times to yank it out fast like a hair, but it hurt so damn much.

Sycophant
03-16-2009, 04:21 PM
A recurring motif in my dreams is impulsive marriage to fictitious (concocted for the dream) women I don't know very well and are very reluctant to marry me. Had one of these last night and the dream didn't even bother to set up any kind of pre-marriage thing, suddenly I was just married. These dreams always seem to linger with me and I can't sahek this one.

Mara
03-16-2009, 04:38 PM
A recurring motif in my dreams is impulsive marriage to fictitious (concocted for the dream) women I don't know very well and are very reluctant to marry me. Had one of these last night and the dream didn't even bother to set up any kind of pre-marriage thing, suddenly I was just married. These dreams always seem to linger with me and I can't sahek this one.

I have a similar reoccuring dream.

In it, I find out that I am engaged to be married to a man I don't know. Except, in the dream, I know him, I just seem to have forgotten him completely. I become very embarassed and try to politely extract myself from the wedding, which infuriates my family, who have spent a great deal of time and money preparing the wedding.

The man I am supposed to marry loves me, and cries when I try to break it off. He keeps asking why I hate him, and I keep explaining that I don't hate him. I just don't know him.

I always start off the dream feeling guilty, but end up feeling mad. I refuse to marry someone just to avoid confrontation.

Sycophant
03-16-2009, 05:13 PM
I refuse to marry someone just to avoid confrontation.

Way to assert yourself, even in your subconscious!

number8
03-16-2009, 08:22 PM
I just had the weirdest fucking epic dream last night.

I dreamt that I was reading a comic book by Mark Millar in which the entire Marvel universe is having a cosmic disaster than sends the superheroes to another world. It is revealed to be the doing of an evil league of supervillains led by The Punisher.

To my surprise, the Marvel heroes--along with Batman, Nightwing and Robin too for some reason (Mark Millar's shitty writing)--end up in the real world, in my house, all equipped with Green Lantern rings. But they don't know what to do in our world so they go out and get jobs. Hulk ends up as an actor on a TV ad selling skin cream or some shit.

And then my roommate bakes Rice Krispy treats for the kids in Prezbo's class from The Wire season 4.

number8
03-16-2009, 08:23 PM
I swear to God, you all might think I made that shit up, but that was really my dream last night. I told my wife the minute I woke up this morning and she cracked up.

Sycophant
03-16-2009, 08:26 PM
No doubt here, number8. That sounds exactly like a dream to me.

Rowland
03-16-2009, 08:39 PM
I recently had a dream that involved being lost in an arctic wilderness with Bill Clinton, Hillary, and Jon Stewart. It ended with Bill shocking Stewart nipples with jumper cables while I fucked Hillary from behind. :confused: I told my girlfriend about it, just to see how she'd respond... we're still together.

number8
03-16-2009, 08:40 PM
No doubt here, number8. That sounds exactly like a dream to me.

BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

Sycophant
03-16-2009, 08:45 PM
I recently had a dream where I was having sex with Hillary Clinton, too.

Sycophant
03-16-2009, 08:45 PM
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

That you like Marvel and DC and have been watching The Wire?

Mara
03-16-2009, 08:47 PM
I don't have politician dreams very often. Although, before the election, I dreamed that my family went to the Obama's wedding. (I think they were renewing their vows.)

Also, years and years ago I dreamed my mother was having an affair with Los Angeles Mayor Villaraigosa. (This is before we found out he was actually having affairs with journalists.)

megladon8
03-17-2009, 04:54 AM
I keep having...um..."weird" dreams involving girls I went to high school/college with and never found attractive in the slightest.

Interspersed with a couple of dreams that Jean Claude Van Damme moved in with my family and kept hitting on my mom at dinner.

monolith94
03-19-2009, 08:59 PM
I have a similar reoccuring dream.

In it, I find out that I am engaged to be married to a man I don't know. Except, in the dream, I know him, I just seem to have forgotten him completely. I become very embarassed and try to politely extract myself from the wedding, which infuriates my family, who have spent a great deal of time and money preparing the wedding.

The man I am supposed to marry loves me, and cries when I try to break it off. He keeps asking why I hate him, and I keep explaining that I don't hate him. I just don't know him.

I always start off the dream feeling guilty, but end up feeling mad. I refuse to marry someone just to avoid confrontation.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1hvP5JwsKs

Mara
03-19-2009, 09:47 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1hvP5JwsKs

I just watched that whole thing. Interesting show, and an interesting take on the "nightmare wedding" scenario. In fact, it might replace my top slot of worst wedding scenarios... which is currently held by the Torchwood Episode "Something Borrowed," where Gwen is bit by an alien the night before her wedding and becomes massively pregnant overnight with its flesh-eating spawn.

BirdsAteMyFace
03-20-2009, 12:01 AM
I used to have this recurring dream for many months a few years ago that played out like the film Nothing But Trouble, except with less of a comedic twist. It always had me waking up exhausted at the very moment I was about to die. Bizarre.

Lately, my dreams have been either work-related or the product of sexual frustration.

Mara
04-09-2009, 05:49 PM
Cutting and pasting this massive write-up from another forum, because it was so strange and I'd like feedback from anyone willing to wade through it.

This is a big one. The strangest thing about this dream is that other than the extraordinary premise, it's pretty realistic. I was thinking clearly in the dream (not in my normal "dream logic.") I knew who I was, where I lived, what my job was, etc. I was thinking rationally, to the point where I even did some math, something that I can rarely do even when I'm awake.

In my dream, I was going to the pet store to buy a bag of food for my pet mice. There was only one bag left on the counter, so I took it. A sales lady was standing nearby, and so I asked her if I could buy the food. She said, "Yes, but if you buy the bag, you also have to buy that," and pointed at the shelf.

Sitting on the bottom shelf was a little toddler. He had blonde hair and was wearing a red and white checkered shirt, and little-kid khakis with elastic around the waist. He was humming to himself and looking bored.

I said, "What's that?"

She said, "That's Josh."

I was confused. I said, "But, pet stores adopt out pets, not children."

The saleslady then told me a long story about how the child got shipped to them with a delivery of other items, but that he isn't in their inventory, so they can't keep him. So, they're bundling him together with the bag of food. I said, "That's crazy. You can't force someone to adopt a child when all they want is a bag of food. I'll just go buy it somewhere else."

The saleslady shrugged, and I started walking away. Then, I turned back and asked how old he was. She said he was thirty months. I was annoyed that she answered me in months, so I did the math in my head. (Spoiler: it's two and a half years.) I said, "What are you going to do with him if I leave him here?"

She said they would leave him on the shelf. They didn't have anywhere else for him to go. I asked if they would feed him. She said yes. I asked if he had any toys or a change of clothes. The woman started getting annoyed and said no.

I began to explain at length why I could not adopt this child. I have a job. I can't afford day-care. I'm single. I want to go back to school. I was also concerned that the child was too old to bond with me, and that he wouldn't like me. The lady listened with a bored, glazed look.

I looked at Josh, and decided I was not leaving him there. I dismissed all the qualms I had and decided that I would take him home. (I thought, "Oooh boy, my parents are going to kill me.") I decided I would put a little bed in my own room and take care of him. I would stop going out and watching movies all the time and make the finances work somehow. I simply refused to leave him there. I actually started getting excited about certain things, like deciding what adorable little tots from my church could be his friends.

I picked up Josh and went to the checkout. Although the adoption was mandatory, they charged me separately for him-- $23. I took my receipt and left.

The parking lot of the pet store was huge, and I had a long walk to my car. Josh fell asleep against my shoulder. As I walked, I got to thinking, and it occurred to me that this didn't make any sense. I knew-- KNEW-- that you couldn't adopt a child from a pet store. I hadn't signed any papers. I didn't even know the boy's full name. I didn't know if he was potty trained, or had had his vaccinations. I didn't have his birth certificate or social security card. I had nothing to prove that he was mine. I thought that in a couple years when I had to sign him up for kindergarten, this was going to be a problem.

So, I turned around to go back to the story to clarify this, although I reminded myself fiercely that I wasn't letting him go, that I was keeping him. I just wanted to understand what was happening.

Back in the store, I couldn't find the lady who had helped me. All the people that worked there would look at the boy in my arms, look alarmed, and tell me, "No returns."

"I don't want to return him," I kept saying. Finally, someone pointed me over to a customer service area where they could answer my questions. The customer service area was manned, oddly enough, by a girl from my high school. (This was, by the way, not a friend. I'm not sure I ever said hello to her in my life. I don't even know her name. I just remember her face.) I thought, "Oh, crap. It's that girl from my high school. I hope she doesn't recognize me." I thought it was odd and unlucky that a girl I knew ten years ago in Michigan was now working at a pet store in Maryland.

She looked at me with a sleepy, bored look, and said, "No returns."

I explained again that I didn't want to return him, and tried to express my concerns.

She said, "Do you have the receipt?"

I dug the receipt out of my purse, while trying not to wake Josh. She looked at it, and said, "That's all you need to prove ownership." I explained that you can't sign a child up for kindergarten with a receipt.

That's when I woke up. It was about 4 a.m. and I lay in bed and thought about the dream for a long time. (Actually, I had an odd little addendum to the dream when I fell asleep again.) Anyway, isn't that strange?

Ivan Drago
04-09-2009, 08:18 PM
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN?

It means you think about superheroes. A LOT.

D_Davis
04-10-2009, 02:29 PM
This morning I awoke from a dream in which the members of Duran Duran were flying around my house on Green Goblin-like air-skiffs whilst taunting me and threatening to steel my router and modem.

Mara
04-14-2009, 02:34 PM
Totally dreamed about Sycophant last night. Dreamed I took him to my high school reunion, and I was pointing out everyone I remembered. Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone there I actually wanted to see, except my old friend Cammie, who was sulking in the corner.

Mara
04-15-2009, 02:11 PM
I slept poorly last night, and had fragmented dreams.

In real life I ran into a nun yesterday, which made me happy. I like nuns for no particular reason.

Anyway, in my dream, I ran into another nun, except, instead of being middle-aged and cheery, she was very young and looked despondent. I thought about her as I walked along the street and decided to write a children's book about her called The Saddest Nun; or, How She Learned to Stop Worrying and Love her Wimple.

Sycophant
04-15-2009, 04:31 PM
Totally dreamed about Sycophant last night. Dreamed I took him to my high school reunion, and I was pointing out everyone I remembered. Unfortunately, there wasn't anyone there I actually wanted to see, except my old friend Cammie, who was sulking in the corner.

Oh, man. That's what I expect most people's high school reuinions are like--except I'm not usually there. What dreary dream material.

Hope I was pleasant company.

Mara
04-15-2009, 04:34 PM
Hope I was pleasant company.

Sure. As long as you don't mind that in my head, you look like an anime princess.

Sycophant
04-15-2009, 04:37 PM
Sure. As long as you don't mind that in my head, you look like an anime princess.

I don't know what it means that I'm okay with that, but I'm okay with that.

Sycophant
04-15-2009, 07:06 PM
If this is, in fact, the effect my avatar is having, I think I might never change it.

Sycophant
04-18-2009, 06:42 PM
As part of my otherwise surreal dream last night, there was a very mundane sequence in which I went to a grocery store and bought Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Pebbles. This morning, I was like "Hey, I'm gonna have some of those Fruity Pebbles I just bought" and then realized it had all been just a dream. I'm still sulking in disappointment.

megladon8
04-18-2009, 08:22 PM
As part of my otherwise surreal dream last night, there was a very mundane sequence in which I went to a grocery store and bought Fruity Pebbles and Cocoa Pebbles. This morning, I was like "Hey, I'm gonna have some of those Fruity Pebbles I just bought" and then realized it had all been just a dream. I'm still sulking in disappointment.


I frequently have dreams like that.

The worst are ones where I dream I'm in NYC, then wake up in my bed in Canada at 3:45am, and realize I'm late for work. :|

Sycophant
04-20-2009, 04:40 PM
Battlestar Galactica-fueled apocalyptic dream last night in some dense, dystopian, futuristic city. Humans vs. other humans. Several waves of attacks. Some major action set pieces. Lots of explosions. May have been directed by Michael Bay.

megladon8
04-27-2009, 08:53 PM
Last night I dreamt I met Brandon Routh (who was in a Superman costume) and had a total nerd-gasm telling him how awesome he was as the Man of Steel.

He was so appreciative that he granted me the power of flight for a full day.

He also gave me my own Superman costume.

origami_mustache
04-28-2009, 09:59 PM
…a car drops me off at my parents house. It is evening and the ground is covered in snow. All of the neighborhood homes have elegant Christmas lights. I think to myself how gorgeous it looks and wish Sadie was with me to see it.

(fade out)

(fade in)

I arrive at a party or bar of sorts. I am dressed in a suit that fits me better than any other suit I’ve worn in real life, and have on a pink tie. Sadie is with me, at least I assume it is her, although it’s hard to tell as everything aside from myself is obscured. She is wearing a ugly colored blue dress that looks like something from a High School Prom. Someone gives me shit about being dressed up for no apparent reason. Someone else slap my tie to the side and makes a remark about it, but I just laugh. A friend asks why I am wearing a suit, and I reply “I just like to look nice.”

(fade out)

(fade in)

My mother says to me “so I hear you like girls with pigtails.”

“What? why would you say that?”

“Vincent Gallo told me you have a crush on a girl who wears pigtails.”

(It is implied but never said that Vincent Gallo works with my mom as a middle school teacher in his spare time, sort of like Kenny Powers in Eastbound and Down.)

“Well, I do think they are cute on girls, but how the hell would he know.?”

(fade out)

(fade in)

Sadie and I are at a nice restaurant when I begin to recount a story about a fictionalized basketball legend from my hometown who overcame incredible obstacles to become a champion. As I tell the story I begin to get very emotional and choked up. I’m really embarrassed and try holding back tears. I’m totally confused by my reaction since I don’t know the guy, and then realize that the story I told Sadie was actually an exaggerated allegory of events from my own life.

(fade out)

(fade in)

I am younger now, probably about 12. My brother is also with me; he is 9. An anonymous adult is supervising us, as we stare into two dirty buckets of water. My brother looks into my buckets and scoops out something that resembles a paramecium and puts it into his bucket. Immediately it causes a strange reaction, and the dirt in his bucket begins mutating into various shapes. Tadpoles begin forming and swimming around. The tadpoles transform into eggs, which quickly hatch baby alligators. There is also a corn stalk now for some reason. I look back into my bucket, and see thousands of microscopic outlines of different animals. They sort of resemble the crude graphics of the animals in Oregon Trail when you go hunting. The animals begin rapidly multiplying and growing as we freak out and run for our lives.

(fade out)

(fade in)

I am with Sadie again, still dressed to impress, as we arrive at what resembles the patio of a French cafe. Looking around at the other tables, I begin to notice coincidentally the other patrons happen to be my friends, family, and everyone important in my life. Even my dead relatives are present. I notice my grandpa, who died last year, and give him a big hug. In my dream this is the happiest moment of my life.

Mara
05-05-2009, 03:00 PM
Dreamed about KF last night. (Spending too much time on Match Cut? Probably.)

He was training a horse to ride in the Kentucky Derby, and I was along to help with paperwork and busywork. I got kind of excited about the race, considering that I don't think I've ever seen a horse race in my life. Anyway, KF's horse wasn't expected to win, but I was rooting for a come-from-behind spectacle like the one that I heard happened recently.

Didn't work, though. The horse came in fifth, which KF was perfectly happy with, but I was disappointed.

Also, in my dream, the Kentucky Derby was only held every five years. This morning I googled to see if that was based on reality. (It's not.)

Wryan
05-05-2009, 03:04 PM
I cut in front of a cop car that was hauling ass and made it flip over and skid. It was like a holistic animal entity cause it righted itself like an agitated terrier. I thought it was pissed and was gonna chase after me, but it didn't...I think.

Mara
05-14-2009, 01:51 PM
Last night I dreamed that I was passionately arguing with someone that Jim Carrey's performance in The Mask should be ranked as high as those in The Truman Show and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

Now that I'm awake, I'm not so sure.

MadMan
05-15-2009, 12:40 AM
My latest dream had me first preparing for war and going into battle against some nameless enemy. But I had to go and get married first, and my friends and family were at the reception. Yet suddenly I found myself wandering through one of those old shops where they have old records and collectors items for sale, and they were going out of business. So I bought some poster, but I have no idea what was on it or why I even purchased it. Shortly before I greeted a friend of mine (who had red hair instead of his actual darker brown hair), I woke up wondering what the hell that was all about.

Thirdmango
05-15-2009, 09:05 AM
I made out with Evangeline Lilly last night in my dreams. Funny thing is I never really had a crush on her, that is until I was making out with her.

Thirdmango
06-11-2009, 01:16 AM
I was on a bus with some of my friends including Sycophant and Sven and suddenly I realized I was dreaming so I turned to Sven and told him I was currently in a dream, he looked at me excited and said, "You should turn this dream into a musical!" So for the next little bit on the bus we were in a musical about us being on a bus. Well then within the dream I woke up in my bed and quickly ran to a pen and paper and tried to write down as much of the musical within the dream. Then I actually woke up and realized I didn't write anything down, and it made me sad.

Spinal
06-11-2009, 07:21 AM
... so I turned to Sven and told him I was currently in a dream, he looked at me excited and said, "You should turn this dream into a musical!"

:lol: Awesome.

MadMan
06-12-2009, 03:11 PM
Another recent dream, this one where my friends and I were samurai warriors fighting this army first, and then battling together some badass singular warlord. At the end, one stabbed him, and then I beheaded him. Why the hell I dreamt this I donno, as I haven't seen any sword movies in recent memory :confused:

Thirdmango's dream reminds me of how back on RT Barty would often interrupt dreams in a hilarious fashion.

Sycophant
06-15-2009, 03:14 PM
I love dreams that reference an alternate past you had, that you remember perfectly. I went back to work part-time at the JCPenney I left (actually) four years ago today and moved in with a bunch of my former coworkers and some new ones. Returning apparently reawakened the ability for me to turn myself and others into shapeshifting dragons at night, in this giant field behind our house. It was vaguely erotic. Then I recovered the memory that transforming myself and others got me beheaded last time, which was the real reason I quit.

Then I shapeshifted into a black cat and fought this other black cat that was trying to kill this girl I was falling in love with, who had major family drama.

monolith94
06-18-2009, 04:18 PM
I enjoy shape shifting in my dreams. Once I dreamt that I was an absolutely enormous bird of prey.

Sycophant
06-18-2009, 04:55 PM
Probably as a result of playing Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne right before bed, I had a dream last night in which I was trying to get my friends to fuse with me to form a more powerful demon.

Then I had trouble getting reasonable airfare to Hawai'i.

Mara
06-22-2009, 12:44 PM
I was dreaming while sleeping lightly last night, and so I knew I was dreaming. I came up with what I thought was the best idea for a screenplay ever, and was going to start writing it as soon as I woke up.

The plot would center around a homesteader from the 1800's who pisses off a witch, or something, who curses her to skip forward several reincarnations, so she wakes up in the modern world, where she is baffled and frightened by things like alarm clocks and shaved legs. She figures out what happened, and spends the first half of the film adjusting to modern life, but then becomes disgusted with the shallowness and decadence and decides to try and teach the world something about simple values and conservation and stuff.

I woke up and thought, lame.

Sycophant
07-06-2009, 04:37 PM
Had a dream last night that Meg just started posting again. That's the only thing I remember dreaming last night. Dreaming about message boards.

Sven
07-06-2009, 04:38 PM
I woke up and thought, lame.

Wise.

Sycophant
07-06-2009, 04:44 PM
I was dreaming while sleeping lightly last night, and so I knew I was dreaming. I came up with what I thought was the best idea for a screenplay ever, and was going to start writing it as soon as I woke up.

...

I woke up and thought, lame.

I have several pages of these kinds of dreams that I scrawled down notes on. One was a Victorian murder mystery/incest drama that struck me as impossibly clever while I was dreaming it up. I woke up, had to go to work, and so still very tired, I wrote down everything I could remember about it.

On my lunch break, my thoughts returned to it, and I realized it was severely retarded.

Mara
07-06-2009, 05:22 PM
One was a Victorian murder mystery/incest drama...

Angels and Insects?

Kurious Jorge v3.1
07-07-2009, 04:17 AM
The strangest dream i ever had was that our cat got half eaten by a coyote and we rebuilt his hind legs with an elaborate pully system and used lots of rubber bands to do so.

Ivan Drago
07-07-2009, 04:36 AM
Recently I had a dream where I was at this very strange but super high-class, aristocratic society-like gala event and butlers were everywhere holding trays with what looked like ibuprofen pills on them. Because I had a headache, I took one. The pills turned out to be acid.

The freaky thing is...I woke up as it was kicking in...

Mara
07-07-2009, 12:27 PM
I had a long, rambling dream last night that probably isn't interesting enough to warrant the typing. At one point, though, an old Mexican lady and her young granddaughter were showing me how they made a gourmet cheese that they sold to local delis. They melted butter in a pan, and then stirred in chunks of glycerin to thicken it. They then salted the mixture, poured it in wax molds, and voila!

Now that I'm awake, I am 70-75% sure that's not how you make cheese. Maybe American cheese.

Mara
07-11-2009, 11:52 AM
I dreamed last night that a spy was coming to live with my family for a few weeks while she was on assignment. It was secret, and at first I was excited. But then it turned out I had to share a room with her, which was no fun. Somehow we squeezed another bed into my room, but all our stuff was overlapping. (In an unusual note, "my room" was actually my current room in my dream. Almost always when I dream abut "my room" or "my house" it's in the house where I grew up, in Michigan.)

The woman herself was totally wacky, although she kept changing appearance. Sometimes she was around forty, awkward and angular, with flyaway hair and a pointed face. That avatar did strange things like put random things on her head as hats and breathe into an oxygen mask when she was nervous. In her other incarnation she was more like eighty, with huge glasses and kept forgetting things. Either way, I thought she didn't look like a spy. Then I wondered if she didn't look like a spy on purpose so that nobody would suspect her.

Sycophant
07-22-2009, 05:07 PM
Last week, I had an incredibly vivid, terribly disturbing dream, in which I was made into a human bomb and forced to detonate in a hospital. Twice.

trotchky
07-22-2009, 05:44 PM
Last night I had a dream where I did coke with a guy and girl older than me and then we smoked pot and had sex.

Wryan
07-22-2009, 06:40 PM
Had a dream wherein I was stuck in a school shooting. Small handguns were snuck in via brown paper lunch bags. As soon as they came out, havoc. It was so terrifying I can't justly put it into words. At one point I was sitting against a long hallway wall with many other students, a chorus line of possibles. I closed my eyes fearing that I was about to be shot in the head. Could hear others being shot near me. I didn't know whether I would be killed.

Hearing about school shootings before made me sad and mad and sympathetic. Now I'm going to feel the empathy side of it from now on and it already feels agonizing. God I'm so sorry for anyone involved in such an event.

Sycophant
07-22-2009, 06:42 PM
Minds, huh?

Wryan
07-22-2009, 06:44 PM
So fascinating.

trotchky
07-22-2009, 08:47 PM
School shootings are pretty fucked, yeah. I also find them endlessly fascinating. Children killing children, man. Something tells me it'll take more than Zero Tolerance and metal detectors to get to the root of this fucking catastrophe. "[Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold] were the canaries in the mineshaft of Western Civilization" is a little much, but still probably a lot more than your average jackass on the street realizes.

trotchky
07-22-2009, 08:48 PM
Unrelated to the above, but I went back to sleep and had a dream where I was truly free.

Mara
07-27-2009, 03:08 PM
Awful nightmare just before I woke up, and therefore is unresolved.

It was a very dreamy dream, in that characters in the dream changed appearance and (sometimes) gender fluidly. I was sometimes the main girl in the dream, and sometimes I was simply watching.

The dream began in a house, but inside the main room of the house looked like a lakeshore. There was sand, and water getting gradually deeper until it reached the other wall. The house was owned by a murderer/rapist, and he would torture his victims on the shore, and then push them into the water, where black creatures would devour them. I was trapped in the house, and I watched him rape and kill several girls before he got to me. (One of the black creatures from the water was holding me immobile, half in the water.)

When he got to me, he raped me, but before he killed me I managed to get free and flee the house. This part I don't remember too clearly, but I ended up with a companion, who was sometimes a man, but occasionally looked like a very tall woman. He was compromised, like I was, because the killer had seen his face, and so we were on the run together. We knew that this man would track us down and kill us, and we were so frightened that we wouldn't go to the police or anything, just kept stealing money and vehicles and running as far and as fast as we could.

The bulk of the dream was our flight. We hid in mountain cabins and under bridges. After awhile, we began to feel invicible, because we'd evaded him for so long. It was strangely freeing to be tied to nothing, but just to keep running.

The last part of the dream, however, was not so nice. We'd been on the run for so long that some person had made a film about the news story of our escape. (The police had found the house and conducted an investigation.) It was real trashy stuff-- all serial killers and girls-on-the-run. My companion and I were torn between wanting to see the film and being afraid to stop running, even for two hours. Finally, our curiousity got the better of us and we went into a theater.

The killer, though, who was hot on our trail, wanted to see the film, too. He ended up in the same theater. (After changing appearances several times in the dream, he looked, at this point, like a very young man: late teens, scrawny, with acne.) He was still wearing, however, some sort of outfit particularly associated with this killer. A number of people in the audience of the film were making fun of him, assuming that he was dressing up as the killer because he was some sort of deranged fan.

When I saw him in the theater, I became frozen with fear. I wanted to sneak out, but I was too frightened. I was wearing a baseball cap, and I tipped it down to hide my face, while I tried to figure out what to do.

The film started, and it was horrible. I saw my own rape reenacted on the screen. I began to panic, but then the film paused and the man running the projector began to have some fun with the audience. He had a spotlight, and he started shining it on people, calling out "Oooh, are you scared, are you scared?" He pointed it at the killer, and made fun of him for dressing like the man in the movie. The killer looked embarassed and awkward.

The man with the spotlight then shone it on me, and made fun of me for being so frightened. I was terrified that the killer would see me, so I ducked my head down and hoped my hat hid my face. The man with the spotlight said, "Oooh, look, she's so afraid that she's hiding from me. Don't hide from me!" The person behind me laughed, and knocked my hat off.

At that point, the killer leapt to his feet, and I tore out of the theater and started running. I could hear him behind me, and I thought, "It's too close, he's too close, I'm not going to get away this time."

Which is when my alarm went off and I woke up. That's going to ruin my entire day.

Mara
08-13-2009, 12:53 PM
A reoccuring theme in my dreams is my teeth falling out. I fear this.

Anyway, in my dream last night I was back in my childhood bedroom-- pink, if you can believe it-- in Michigan. I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticed that all my teeth were loose. This made me nervous, but I fought the urge to wiggle them, because I was afraid they would fall out.

They did. One by one, all my teeth came out. At one point, I actually removed a bridge of five or six teeth. Underneath, instead of just gum, I actually had scattered, worn-down, mutant-looking teeth that stuck out at odd angles and pressed against my tongue and lips.

I was very upset and started calling people to come and help me. Not until a group of friends and relations came in did I figure out what had happened. I had accidentally woken up in the wrong body. These weren't my teeth. I had slipped into my cousin's body.

You'd think this would freak me out, but I was actually profoundly relieved that my teeth weren't fallen out. At this point in the dream, I started to see myself as my "cousin," who was, inexplicably, a middle-aged black man. My friends and relations were trying to figure out how to get me back in my own body. Meanwhile, I really had to go to the bathroom, but I was embarassed by the thought of seeing my cousin's body naked. I was also nervous about the idea of peeing standing up. But then I wondered if returning a body that needed to pee back to my cousin would be bad manners, like borrowing someone's car and returning it with an empty tank.

megladon8
08-16-2009, 09:51 PM
Science really has to pinpoint what happens in our brain while we sleep that can make time speed or slow in our dreams.

Last night I woke up and looked at the clock at exactly 2:00am. I fell back asleep right away and had an incredibly long, vivid, epic dream. It covered several days.

I woke up again thinking "jeez, that was so long, it must be like mid-afternoon now", and when I looked at the clock it was 2:15.

Ezee E
08-16-2009, 09:55 PM
Science really has to pinpoint what happens in our brain while we sleep that can make time speed or slow in our dreams.

Last night I woke up and looked at the clock at exactly 2:00am. I fell back asleep right away and had an incredibly long, vivid, epic dream. It covered several days.

I woke up again thinking "jeez, that was so long, it must be like mid-afternoon now", and when I looked at the clock it was 2:15.
Hate that. Even worse is the reverse in which a dream begins, and you wake up and its time to go to work.

Dead & Messed Up
09-12-2009, 06:18 PM
I had my first lucid dream in a while last night.

My key to "waking up" was asking someone a series of perfectly logical yes-or-no questions, and her answers kept digressing into other random thoughts. Once I realized, she changed into someone much more attractive, and we had sex.

I've heard of people mastering the art of lucid dreaming, and it seems so cool. The key seems to be not only "unlocking" it, but keeping it unlocked. Because after a while, the dream logic starts to take control again.

ledfloyd
09-12-2009, 07:21 PM
i had a dream on wednesday that completely devastated me. i went to a family reunion, and there were a ton of people there that i wasn't related to. strangely, thinking back on it, they are all people from the same neighborhood. anyhow, i ran into an ex girlfriend there. she seemed really excited to see me and asked me if i would help her read lines later for a play she was in.

we laid in bed together and read the scene to each other. i can't remember the specifics but there were alot of references to sex. she kissed me and then her parents came to take her home (when we dated i was 19 and she was 18 and her parents were very protective, i always had to come in and talk to her dad before taking her out). she said she wanted to see me again and i asked her if she wanted to go see my friend's band this weekend with me (which i'm seeing tonight). she seemed enthusiastic about it and there was a look in her eyes that she wanted to be with me again.

then i woke up. the first few minutes i was awake was like reliving the end of the relationship and the break-up all over again. still thinking back on that look of longing in her eyes kinda breaks my heart. fucking dreams.

ledfloyd
09-14-2009, 07:53 PM
last night i had a dream that hou hsiao-hsien made a film about a 9 year old that killed himself. his dad was a sailor and had fell overboard and drowned. his mom took him to the beach shortly after that and he swam out and drowned himself.

i went to japan to find the beach where this happened, i swam out and laid under the water and tried to imagine what it was like. i couldn't swim up. but the tide went back and the ground was all that cheap astroturf you see at mini golf courses. there was a mound near where i was and it ended up being the kid's grave. there were a bunch of tamagotchis piled around it.

i went home and the next day i was trying to tell my friends about it but i just mentioned the film cause i realized they wouldn't believe i went to tokyo last night and was home today. then my cousins kid stabbed me in the leg with a plastic tube. it hurt.

Mara
09-15-2009, 05:53 PM
I really believe in dreams as a psychological scientific tool-- a peek into our own psyches-- but I'm not sure how I feel about dreams as a psychic tool-- as a connection to other people, future events, etc. I do believe, as a matter of faith (not personal experience) that dreams are sometimes entwined with religion, as a way of communicating with God or deceased persons.

But... I dunno. I had a really intense dream last night about a friend who I haven't seen in a year, although we chat by phone occasionally. I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but it felt important to call and tell her. As soon as I started telling the dream she laughed and said, "Oh, I know what this is about." And it directly correlated to something significant that just happened in her life.

:crazy:

ledfloyd
09-15-2009, 07:59 PM
I really believe in dreams as a psychological scientific tool-- a peek into our own psyches-- but I'm not sure how I feel about dreams as a psychic tool-- as a connection to other people, future events, etc. I do believe, as a matter of faith (not personal experience) that dreams are sometimes entwined with religion, as a way of communicating with God or deceased persons.

But... I dunno. I had a really intense dream last night about a friend who I haven't seen in a year, although we chat by phone occasionally. I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but it felt important to call and tell her. As soon as I started telling the dream she laughed and said, "Oh, I know what this is about." And it directly correlated to something significant that just happened in her life.

:crazy:
whoa. that's pretty crazy.

Mara
09-15-2009, 08:01 PM
whoa. that's pretty crazy.

To the point that-- no joke-- she is in the process of sewing for herself a dress that in my dream, I saw her wearing. (I described the dress as "peach" and she says it's "salmon" but that's pretty damn close.)

ledfloyd
09-15-2009, 08:11 PM
To the point that-- no joke-- she is in the process of sewing for herself a dress that in my dream, I saw her wearing. (I described the dress as "peach" and she says it's "salmon" but that's pretty damn close.)
makes you wonder.

Mara
09-17-2009, 07:53 PM
Last night in my dream, I used the word "scatology." Today I had to look it up to see if it's a real word. It is.

Dead & Messed Up
09-17-2009, 07:59 PM
The other night I woke up from an amazingly vivid dream at 5 am. I wrote it down and passed out for another two hours.

What I wrote:


Very rainy day interrupted by gargantuan monster. My house relatively unharmed. I phoned one or two friends, but suddenly lots of people came. Too many. First I'm helpful but then I get worried. One guy comes with two daughters. One parent comes with child stole from wife.

Rain keeps falling. How long will food last? How will people use the bathroom? Can we tunnel next door?

What's outside?

I gotta turn this into a short story.

megladon8
09-22-2009, 05:07 PM
Last night I dreamed that Raiders changed the banner to a .gif of his ass while he passes gas.

Posting took a nosedive.

ledfloyd
09-22-2009, 08:28 PM
last night i dreamt i was at some public library benefit thing. obama was there. i was looking for someone to take me home and he was in a truck with barney frank, glenn beck and bill o'reilly. i can only imagine the conversations they had on the ride home.

Mara
10-18-2009, 07:06 PM
I'm posting this to remind myself to talk about my dream last night, which included a number of Match Cutter cameos, including Spinal, Scar, KF, and Father Barry.

Too headachy to do it now.

Kurosawa Fan
10-18-2009, 07:17 PM
:pritch:

Ezee E
10-18-2009, 11:53 PM
I had a dream of a blizzard, being completely lost, and nervous because it was getting dark soon. There were apartments everywhere, but I just continued to stay lost. Very weird.

Ivan Drago
10-30-2009, 04:24 AM
Last night I had a dream where I was walking on campus, I had just gotten out of class, until I see this girl I work with. We see each other, say hello...but then we passionately embrace, and stay in that embrace for three minutes, which felt like ten. It felt like it would be the last time we would ever see each other. It also really felt like the end of Lost in Translation, and such an emotional moment, and then I woke up bummed out.

[ETM]
10-30-2009, 04:39 AM
I had a really powerful dream last night... the stuff leading up to what I'm gonna describe was totally random, involving people in dark passages and tunnels, numerous film references, including movies with whites in Native American makeup and WWII references. Somehow all of that lead to a group of us coming out to a large plateau overlooking a bay. I know it was somewhere far up north because I saw elk walking between the trees below, there was snow and it was really cold. It was a gorgeous sunset. I went to the edge and looked down... and just started crying. I cried because it was beautiful. I swear, I have never, ever cried like that in real life - I was unable to stop or speak. It was like this absolutely perfect moment, and the beauty of it all combined was so overwhelming that I knew in my dream that I need to let go and just let it all out of me or I'd burst. People kept coming up to me and asking if I was okay, and I could just point to the beauty below, unable to speak. There was also this amazing music in my mind at the time, and it stayed with me long after I woke up.

lovejuice
11-01-2009, 08:51 AM
last night i dreamed i met ang lee.

Mara
11-01-2009, 08:23 PM
Crazy dream during my nap this afternoon. I was controlling the dream because it was a story I was writing about a little boy, called "Aaron and the Els." Actually quite beautiful and sad, I might try to write it up for real. Wouldn't actually work as a children's story, though, since the sweet little boy freaking drowns at the end.

ledfloyd
11-01-2009, 11:40 PM
i had a dream during a nap this afternoon that i was 12 and building a fort with my friend that died this summer. it was strange cause i knew he was dead, and i wanted to tell him all the things i wished i had told him before he died. but i couldn't.

Yxklyx
11-10-2009, 02:33 AM
I've recently begun to experience Movie Dreams. Has anyone had these? They're not like ordinary dreams - I'm detached and watching it instead of being in it and know that I'm watching a movie, but not one I've seen before in real life.

Mara
11-10-2009, 12:40 PM
I do that.

Yxklyx
11-10-2009, 03:45 PM
Had a bizarre dream about witches in England (ala The Devil Rides Out or Night of the Demon). Witnessed The Devil being summoned. He was driving a small compact car which I and a few others were in. We drove around this underground cavernous setting round and round in a loop of caves and occasionally someone in the car would get caught on a part of the terrain and get whooshed out of the car to their death.

When I got out of that part I was trying to telephone the aid of some good witches but they had all been taken over by the bad ones. Some weird character who kinda looked like John Carradine came by but I didn't trust him - eventually I figured I had to reach The Blue Wizard who was somewhere in Wales and I had reason to believe his identity was the real Sean Connery.

Mara
12-31-2009, 01:10 PM
Intense dream just before I woke up. I don't remember every bit, because it covered a long period of time.

At the beginning, I was in a body of water-- lake, maybe? And I was reaching under the water for something when my left arm was severed, about three inches below my wrist.

I freaked out and grabbed the severed arm with my right hand, and I climbed out of the water, and a friend drove me to the hospital. I was extremely concerned that something dirty or infectious had gotten into my arm from the lake. There was no blood but-- eh, this is so gross-- but there were things crawling in and out of the stump, like bugs and maggots and worms. I kept picking them out, sometimes digging into the mutilated flesh with my fingers, and once pulling out a worm with a pair of tweezers, which really upset me because I was afraid that the tensile stress would cause the worm to break, and that the part still inside me would wiggle deeper and I wouldn't be able to get it out.

Anyway, I finally got to the hospital and they took my severed arm piece and said they couldn't reattach it, for whatever reason. However, they agreed to freeze the piece in case the technology changed.

My dream fast-forwarded here for a bit, because eventually it was a couple of years later and I'd just been living with the stump, which had healed over, when the hospital called me and said that they'd figured out how to reattach my hand. I was really excited, and I went in for the surgery.

Afterwards, my left hand looked okay, except for a very deep, disturbing circular scar where they had reattached it. However, the hand was numb and sore and swollen, so I couldn't really use it. I was supposed to be gentle with it for a while and see how it healed. So, I kept wandering around holding my left hand and arm against my body with my right hand. I was so excited to have my left hand back that I treated it very gently, stroking it and playing with the fingers.

Meanwhile, I became extremely hostile with anyone who I feared was trying to hurt my hand. Like, if I was talking to someone and they brushed against my left hand, I would yell at them and pull away, because I was afraid they would interrupt the healing. I wouldn't do anything that required two hands, like driving, because I didn't want to overstress it. Some of the people in my dream kept brushing against my hand or trying to touch it, and if I really wanted to freak them out, I'd push up the sleeve of my shirt and show them the disturbing scar, which always made them stop.





Okay, seriously, what does all that mean?

Derek
02-19-2010, 09:32 PM
Had a strange dual dream last night. They were completely unrelated yet both vivid and seemingly occurring simultaneously. In one, a friend of mine was trying to sell me his condo for $90,000. He was going to sell it to his grandmother first, but wanted to give me first dibs for some reason. Ellipsis. He ended up showing me the place, but I would have to share it with his grandmother. Still, for $90,000 near downtown LA, I'd probably share a condo with anyone's grandma.

The other part was frightening and apocalyptic. I remember believing I was in the White House, although being 10 stories up and looking out a large glass window, I'm pretty sure my brain was pulling my leg. There were a lot of buildings on fire and missiles being fired through the smoke. A spaceship was shot down and then a shitload of at-at walkers from Empire Strikes Back (or rather, vehicles resembling those) came out of nowhere to tear shit up and eventually blew up the building I was in. Dying in your dreams sucks.

Ezee E
02-20-2010, 12:53 AM
I had a dream with Megan Fox in it.

I blame Match Cut.

But she was quite pleasant and didn't blame anything on the sexist media, and she did not mention how she keeps it real.

Derek
02-20-2010, 02:04 AM
But she was quite pleasant and didn't blame anything on the sexist media, and she did not mention how she keeps it real.

Subconscious fail.

Thirdmango
04-12-2010, 08:50 AM
I had to post this here.

I had a dream last night where for some reason Qrazy was on every forum I frequent including ones which were with just friends. Somehow apparently he knew everybody I knew and yet I still hadn't found out who he was. So I was trying to go through everyone I knew in real life and figure out which one of them could be Qrazy.

Spinal
10-14-2010, 06:13 PM
Had a whopper last night involving dogs battling in slow motion, Disneyland, an extremely rude little girl, walking through Seattle past an open-air MGMT concert, being attacked by a moose and trying to buy circus peanuts from a convenience store clerk played by Fred Armisen. Not much of a plot. Just typical feelings of being lost and disoriented, but boy, been a while since I've had one that strange.

Mara
12-10-2010, 12:50 PM
Had a dream about an MCer, oddly enough.

In my dream, KF an his whole family were moving to Baltimore (Federal Hill, good choice) and I was trying to help out. I was annoyed because they were using this awful, young Realtor who didn't know what he was doing and kept messing up the paperwork and I kept recommending MY Realtor instead. Also, KS had dyed her hair brown, and I decided it looked really good.

In addition to their boys, KF and KS had a little girl who was just Cora's age and the two of them kept making mischief for everyone else, especially the Realtor. I found this amusing.

Kurosawa Fan
12-10-2010, 01:12 PM
:cool:

And KS has brown hair right now.

Mara
12-10-2010, 01:20 PM
:cool:

And KS has brown hair right now.

But no daughter, right? Because that's where it would get weird.

Kurosawa Fan
12-10-2010, 02:20 PM
But no daughter, right? Because that's where it would get weird.

We don't speak of such things.

Mysterious Dude
01-19-2011, 01:49 AM
So it's a few years after Battlestar Galactica ended, right? The colonial humans have pretty much taken over the native population and are forcing them all to wear clothes and go to school to learn English. The school reminded me of the mission in The African Queen, because the natives were compliant, but it was clear they weren't really learning anything.

Meanwhile, Adama has decreed that Sylar (Zachary Quinto from Heroes) will be released from prison, which may not be good for him because many people are still angry at him for what he did (I have no idea what he did) and want revenge. So as soon as he gets off the train (yes, the train), he pulls his hood over his face and walks quickly through the hobo camp.

He ducks into a building where there is some kind of religious service going on, and most of the people attending are women. He takes a seat in the back. The women are chanting something about becoming one with nature. One bookish-looking woman seems to be leading the service. Suddenly, every person in the room turns into giant flowers with faces (like Alice in Wonderland). They all run out of the building, trying to figure out what went wrong (they did say they wanted to become one with nature). Then, Sylar, who has also become a giant flower, jumps out and tries to attack the main girl, but he is quickly subdued by the crowd and brought down to the ground. As he dies, he looks up at the woman he loves, and she looks down at him in shock.

MadMan
04-20-2011, 07:07 PM
Just before I woke up, I had this really wacked out dream where I'm suddenly at NASA control, at least I think its NASA. Anyways, it turns out that its an alternative reality where the place is run by young toddlers and little kids, and that some evil young girl is really controlling it all. I'm with the Doctor, only instead of it being the 11th its the 10th Doctor, and him, me, and some other companions are forced to play virtual chess where we are the pieces. Her chess pieces though are composed of these killer robots, and just as they were coming towards us, the dream ended. WTF, man....Series 6 can't come soon enough, I suppose :lol:

Ivan Drago
04-20-2011, 07:18 PM
Dude. When you dream, you dream epic.

MadMan
04-21-2011, 08:21 AM
Most people have happy dreams where they get laid, or at least fun ones. Me, I have batshit crazy dreams that often scare the ever living shit out of me. Good times :lol:

Wryan
04-22-2011, 12:21 PM
Nuclear bombs were going off during a Hunger Games-like competition in which the players had tiny little fish familiars who were really good at packing suitcases.

Mara
04-23-2011, 12:05 PM
Okay, in real life my company owns two office buildings right next to each other. I used to work in one, but my job changed and now I work in the other. I rarely cross the parking lot to visit my old co-workers, but I still like them.

In my dream, the two office buildings were two "islands" that were out in the ocean together. In actuality, they were more like ships that were floating out at sea. When I got to work, my boss told me she had spoken to the police that morning, and they were concerned that at the other building, someone had called 9-1-1 fifteen times the night before, but hung up. My boss sent me over to investigage.

I took a little boat over to the other building. I was talking and chatting with my old co-workers, very glad to see them. I checked the security system and spoke to the people who had been the first in that morning to see if they'd seen anything weird. Everything seemed fine. The receptionist, Sherry, asked me what I was looking for, and I explained about the 9-1-1 calls.

Sherry's face fell and she started to cry a little bit. She slipped into another room, and then came back and handed me a tiny little baby. And by tiny, I mean alarmingly small. It was about the size of my hand. I cradled it in my left arm, very concerned. (I enjoy babies, but newborns freak me out. They're so fragile.) I said, "Sherry, this baby is too small. What is going on?"

Sherry explained that the baby was her grandchild, the child of her son and a prostitute. The prostitute had shown up the night before, heavily pregnant, and had told Sherry that she needed to take care of the baby. The prostitute already had two little boys and didn't want a third child. Sherry was ashamed that her son had both impregnanted this girl and abandoned her, so she agreed to take care of the child. The prostitute had given birth right at the island (actually, a "water birth" right off the side, in the ocean.) That was when the 9-1-1 calls started, because Sherry was concerned, but kept changing her mind and hanging up because she didn't want anyone to know about it.

I said, "This baby needs a hospital. It is too small." Sherry cried and agreed. I was still holding the baby and fumbling to get out my cell phone, which is always in my left pocket, and was hard to reach while holding the baby. I was trying to figure out if I needed to call my boss first, to explain what was going on, or if I should just call the hospital. I was standing in front of a set of windows, that looked out at the open sea.

Just then, however, I saw a monstorous wave coming at us. It was huge-- many times the height of the building, and dark. People started screaming.

I thought, "I'm going to die. I'm going to die, and there's no way to save this baby, because it is so small."

The wave crested right as it reached the building, and was so large that it began to crash on the other side. I could see the curl of the water above us as it collapsed, getting nearer and nearer. But it took absurdly long, as everyone ran around screaming and I clutched the baby and thought, "If we have to die, I wish I hadn't known about it first."

That's all I remember.

[ETM]
05-04-2011, 07:32 AM
I had a dream where I had just bought a brand new, insanely thin laptop. I was showing some video on it to my mother, and when she returned it to me, she had bent it the wrong way! I mean, instead of closing the lid, she had somehow bent the keyboard and the screen sideways.

I'm never buying one of those now.

Fezzik
05-04-2011, 12:48 PM
I had a dream last night where me and a friend of mine worked at Sacred Heart hospital (the one in Scrubs), except that the interior of the hospital looked like my old high school.

I promised Dr. Reid that I'd help her get a bit of an expensive drug needed for one of her patients, only Dr. Kelso heard me and threatened me with suspension.

Then the hospital was hit by an earthquake. Which is weird because I've never been in one.

Mara
05-23-2011, 01:23 PM
Two celebrity cameos in my dream last night. That's rare for me.

So, as a little back story, I only figured out in the last few days what Preakness is. I'd been seeing ubiquitous billboards and ads and references but they were so vague and cracked out that I thought it was a marketing campaign for a new centaur-themed bar, or something. Turns out it's a horse race. Who knew.

Anyway, in my dream I was attending Preakness, but it was a really strange horse race. Each horse raced individually, and then they compared the times at the end. Each jockey would come out before his race and do an elaborate individual good-luck ritual, which the crowd was really excited about. I was bored, of course, and just sort of wandering around. I was excited to find out, though, that Prince Harry (apparently an avid equestrian) was entering and riding one of his own horses.

As I was wandering, I ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and was right near the track when Prince Harry came out to do his elaborate good-luck ritual, and he pointed me out and made me come out to him.

The awkward thing was that Harry wouldn't speak, supposedly because he thought it was bad luck. However, he expected me to know how to do my part of his ritual, and I didn't, and nobody would help me. So, an entire racetrack full of people were watching me and I didn't know what to do.

Harry handed me a pack of cards, and I kind of looked at them, and thought maybe he wanted me to shuffle them. So, I cut the deck and went to start shuffling, but Harry looked horrified and the whole audience went, "OOOooooOOOOooooh." So I stopped shuffling and just kind of looked around, at a loss.

Then the viewers roared in approval and I saw that President Obama was loping out on the field, waving at the spectators, with his best I-got-this, Mr. Fix It smile on his face. He came over and took the cards from me and frowned a little bit. He said, "Should we shuffle them?"

And I said, "No, he hated that." So I was standing in the middle of the track with the president and Prince Harry and suddenly the whole thing just struck me as totally ridiculous and funny. I stuck my hand out and said, "By the way, Mr. President, it's nice to meet you. And happy birthday!" Because I guess in my dream it was his birthday. And the president laughed and shook my hand and I thought, say what you want about his politics, Obama is a pleasant guy. Unlike Prince Harry who was (let's face it) being a little bit of a dick.

Anyhoo, the president figured out what Harry wanted (there was one card in the deck with a different colored back, he wanted it taken out and tucked in his jockey hat) and we left the track.

Lucky
06-04-2011, 02:18 PM
I just woke up from a dream that I was cast in a Woody Allen movie with Minnie Driver, Peter Sarsgaard, and Dustin Hoffman. We were filming a scene where Minnie Driver and I were in the backseat of a car and she had a long monologue that my character kept interrupting with witty one-liners.

I want to revisit this dream...

Dead & Messed Up
06-05-2011, 05:29 PM
The Dalai Lama was evil. He planned to summit a skyscraper and open a cross-dimensional rift. He had an army of mutant monks and Sith warriors at his command.

It was up to me, friends like Charles Gunn of Angel, and my coalition of Jedi friends to stop him. As I raced to the building on foot, a bunch of my old work friends stopped me on the street and asked if I wanted to hang out. "No," I said, even though I wanted to run away with them. “I can’t. I have a job to do.”

I met up with my friends at the base of the building, and our army of loyal Jedi, but the Sith warriors lept down and charged. So I had to order our Jedi (too young, too inexperienced) into battle. It was a slaughter.

There were too many mutant monks on top of the building, and I wasn't sure enough of my Force powers, and I couldn't think of a way to fight. I hacked at the building's foundation with my lightsaber, but the sword’s power was decreasing. It was out of fuel.

The slaughter between the Jedi was over, all of them dead, and I rescued the few lightsabers I could, but only one had a little juice left. With no alternative, I grabbed it and scaled the building. But I was too late. The Dalai Lama opened the rift right before I reached the top.

He turned toward me, and a gust of wind pushed me to the edge of the building. Hanging on, I dropped the lightsaber, and I saw his mutant monks, enormous simian arms and puppet-like faces, gathering below. And more, on the roof, slouching toward me, and more still, climbing along the sides of the building, and there was no hope. I was going to die. I had to let go.

So I did.

And I floated. Somehow, my Jedi powers were strong enough for me to Force-float. The mutant monks stared in awe, as I hovered up the side of the building. The Dalai Lama turned around, sneered. He got into a van, gunned the engine, and I held out my hands. The van stood still.

I closed my hands and spread them apart, and the van’s sliding door opened, revealing a shuddering, terrified Lama.

Mara
06-05-2011, 06:15 PM
Ooh, I love the visual elements.

Mara
12-28-2011, 12:31 PM
A series of horrible nightmares last night.

The one I remember most combined two of my common nightmares-- tooth horror and bureaucratic stymies. In my dream, my teeth began to break and shatter in my mouth, one at a time. I was spitting out pieces of tooth, along with things that shouldn't have been in my mouth, like little pieces of hard plastic and metal. I kept obsessively running my tongue along my teeth trying to see which were left, and finding sickening holes where they should have been.

Meanwhile, I was at the dentist's office, trying to get them to help me, but was frustrated by the receptionist and the doctor, who both refused to treat me until they could find my file, and they kept getting bored and wandering off for coffee while I was spitting out teeth.

It was really upsetting. I woke myself up, finally, at about 3 a.m. and spent ten minutes touching my teeth to convince myself they were fine.

Thirdmango
12-28-2011, 04:28 PM
I dreamt about skyrim last night but the thing I liked the most was there was a part which I just couldn't figure out how to do and then I woke up in a bit of confusion. But I quickly went right back to sleep and when I did in my dream I looked on the internet and found out how to solve the problem I had and then I did it.

MadMan
02-26-2012, 09:04 AM
I love this thread. Really more people should post in it.

Well last night I actually had a dream where I got laid. But of course it being my head and the fact that I'm crazy, none of what happened was normal. Nope.

The dream started out with me and a good friend of mine in my car. We pick up this woman-a really adorable red head who looks like no one I've ever known-from her workplace. This workplace turns out to be a place I used to work at, Ruffalo Cody, which I despise greatly. For no apparent reason whatsoever, I proceed to not only speed out of my parking spot, but I tear around the entire parking lot, doing donuts just to impress her. The fact that I hit several cars does not concern any of us, whatsoever, until I finally lose control and the car flies into the air. It comes crashing back down in front of the building, and is completely totaled. Somehow we are not dead or injured.

A man suddenly comes out the same building, and looks at the car. The front windshield is completely smashed, the car is crushed, and its beyond ruined. He tells me that I will have to work to pay this off, and that I have to come back to work at Ruffalo Cody, since I quit. I tell him that I would rather work fast food or anywhere else, and walk away. Next thing I know I'm in his office, and the same red head and I actually do it on top of his desk. We hide before he busts in.

Now in a moment brought to you by Inception, I have a dream within this dream. I suddenly dream that I am in a completely different office, but this time another friend is with the red head, and she likes him, so they're on the couch. In this dream I assume I am in reality, when in fact I'm in an even more fantastic dream due to the fact that Santa Clause breaks in to give us toys. Yet I know he is not real, and just as I am coming to this conclusion, I wake up.

Man do I like the nights when I don't dream. Those are best.

Dead & Messed Up
07-12-2012, 10:15 PM
One of the most vivid nightmares I've ever had in my life last night. So bad I actually woke up in the middle of the night, something I never do.

Technically, it was two nightmares, but the same premise. I was in Hell. I'm not talking about cartoony pitchforky hell-with-a-lower-case-H. I'm talking the kind of Hell that'd make Clive Barker sick to his stomach. I actually left out the second half. I kept trying to find an indirect, vague way of putting it, but it's just too awful.

Part One: I was hanging out in my old house with my family, when suddenly the floor erupted, and every color in the spectrum went red. The bodies of the damned covered the ground, naked and bloody, draped over each other, a mound of them at my feet, like a Gustave Dore woodcut come to life. The floor started drooping, me going down with it. There were two female voices, one to each side of me, and they were alternating screaming, and both of them screamed the same two words, one after the other, over and over, voices getting higher and higher until I thought my eardrums would pop.

"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"

Part Two made Part One look like Toy Story.

Lucky
07-13-2012, 01:58 AM
http://unbornmind.com/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/abandon-hope-all-ye-who-enter-here-e1285714292550.jpg

Ivan Drago
07-13-2012, 02:12 AM
That puts the Messed Up in your screen name, yo.

Dead & Messed Up
07-13-2012, 04:09 AM
http://unbornmind.com/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/abandon-hope-all-ye-who-enter-here-e1285714292550.jpg

Yeah, part of me's happy that my brain gives my nightmares a nice allegorical sheen.

MadMan
07-13-2012, 07:56 AM
http://unbornmind.com/myblog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/abandon-hope-all-ye-who-enter-here-e1285714292550.jpgHey that's my dreams down to a tee :lol: :sad:

Spinal
07-13-2012, 11:44 PM
"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"
"NO HOPE!"



I kept trying to think why this sounded familiar. Then, I figured it out. I've said it on stage.

From Sarah Kane's 4:48 Psychosis:


I dread the loss of her I've never touched
love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears
I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak
I miss a woman who was never born
I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet
Everything passes
Everything perishes
Everything palls
my thought walks away with a killing smile
leaving discordant anxiety
which roars in my soul
No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope
A song for my loved one, touching her absence
the flux of her heart, the splash of her smile
In ten years time she'll still be dead. When I'm living with it, dealing with it, when a few days pass when I don't even think of it, she'll still be dead. When I'm an old lady living on the street forgetting my
name she'll still be dead, she'll still be dead, she'll still be dead, it's just
fucking
over
and I must stand alone
My love, my love, why have you forsaken me?
She is the couching place where I never shall lie
and there's no meaning to life in the light of my loss
Built to be lonely
to love the absent
Find me
Free me
from this
corrosive doubt
futile despair
horror in repose
I can fill my space
fill my time
but nothing can fill this void in my heart
The vital need for which I would die
Breakdown

EyesWideOpen
09-30-2012, 01:35 PM
I never have really rememberable dreams but last night I dreamt I went sightseeing in South Korea. For some reason my wife couldn't come and I called her to tell her I arrived safely when I got to the hotel. I remember everything about the hotel and walking around the streets nearby and being amazed that were far more white people then I would have imagined.

Mara
10-08-2012, 01:28 PM
I may have upped the ick on my patented body horror nightmares last night.

I was riding an open train (like a roller coaster, only slower) when my arm was stung by an insect that led to angry pustules and a weird sort of sagging and dripping of my muscles. I went to an infirmary, but they couldn't help me.

I hated the pustules and kept picking at them. When I picked them off, though, I would find ragged stuff underneath, like ingrown hairs, except these were very small plants that were growing out of my arm. Most of them looked like mini-chard, but a few up on my shoulders were full, tiny trees. If they grew completely, they were a couple inches big.

I was horrified by the tiny plants on my arms and kept trying to weed them out, but just like weeding a garden, if you pulled on them too hard or too soon the plant would break leaving the root inside my arm, when I wanted the whole thing out. When I did get them out completely, including the root, they would come out with blood and gore, but I didn't care because I was so relieved to have the plant out.

It was gross.

Dead & Messed Up
10-08-2012, 05:45 PM
Ewww. Very Ruins-y.

Dukefrukem
10-08-2012, 05:52 PM
I must be the only person on the planet who doesn't dream.

Mara
10-08-2012, 05:56 PM
Ewww. Very Ruins-y.

Just read the summation online. This is why I don't watch horror movies-- my brain comes up with enough perverse stuff on its own.

Though, in all fairness, it's not just horror films. The body stuff in Black Swan gave me a couple of bad dreams.

ledfloyd
10-12-2012, 05:23 AM
last night i was stuck in an endless maze of theater hallways teeming with poisonous snakes. the guys from monty python thought it was hilarious but i was beyond not amused.

amberlita
10-12-2012, 05:41 AM
I must be the only person on the planet who doesn't dream.

Pretty sure that isn't possible, but you may be the only person on the planet who doesn't ever remember their dreams.

edit: or perhaps you have some sort of traumatic brain injury?

Mara
11-19-2012, 05:54 PM
In my dream last night I had to create a movie trailer parody, and upon waking reflection, I still find it legitimately funny.

After an establishing shot of the woods, we see two rugged hunter men staring at the ground. The first says, "What kind of track do you think that is?"

The second, puzzled, says, "I want to say a bear, but... bears don't come in that size."

Very seriously, the first hunter says, "Apparently, they do."

Dramatic music swells as the camera pans down and we see a small bear print in the mud, about the size of a fingertip.

Cut to title card: "TINY BEARS."

Then, a montage of blurry images, of people running through the woods and small rustles in the grass and thin, high-pitched roaring.

We see a beautiful, disheveled, crying woman in a cabin, as a man tries to calm her down. He says, "I've locked the doors: I'm telling you, a bear can't get in!"

She screams, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW SMALL THEY ARE!"

Then dramatic music as she gasps and looks at the door, just in time to see a teeny little paw reach underneath.

Winston*
11-19-2012, 06:00 PM
I had a dream the other night that Eric Idle started spouting Ayn Randian philosophy and I was very disappointed in him.

amberlita
12-28-2012, 02:05 PM
I had a dream I met number8 in a dollar store and we went riding on a gigantic sting ray.

edit: that's not a euphamism. it literally happened like that.

Grouchy
06-14-2013, 10:34 PM
I had three very vivid dreams last night. I didn't write them down but I made a point of remembering them when I woke up. Now I offer them to the psychiatrists.

On the first dream, I'm back in high school with my friends. I'm in the patio where we had our breaks with my friend Alan when we see this group of homeless guys just laying around in camouflage clothes. We approach them and eventually we escape from the school grounds together. As we escape I get the distinct feeling that they're homosexuals after our asses and I try to tell this to Alan. Now the thing becomes blurred and it seems like time has passed and we're already part of the group. We have camouflage clothes ourselves and some kind of treasure map and we're eating from a bowl of very tasty soup and rice on the streets near where my high school was.

On the second dream I'm in the small flat on Miramar (the coast of Buenos Aires) that my family owns. I'm staying there with a huge group of women I know, most of them good friends and some only acquaintances. My girlfriend isn't in the house, which is probably why I won't tell her about this one in particular. We are about to leave for the beach and in my mind I'm already thinking that I want to have sex with one of these women, even though most of them are good friends and in fact two of them are a lesbian couple I know from work. A friend who doesn't exist in real life calls me and says that he wants to join us on the beach but that it'll take him about an hour to arrive because he has to go look for his cat. I say ok and I hung up, but one of my lesbian friends says that we'll miss the sun time and that the best thing to do is to leave for the beach inmediately. I agree and we all cram together into a car - I drive, even though IRL I don't. I can't remember anything that happens on the beach except that it doesn't look anything lke Miramar and more like a beach in Brazil I visited in 2009. But we come back and I open one of the drawers in the house and inside I find a huge plastic box (like the ones action figures come in) filled with live babies. The babies look alive but they don't cry or move, they only sweat a lot. I remember distinctly that there were 19 babies. I'm afraid that they are going to die because they've been in the plastic box inside the drawer for so long. Now my cat friend calls and says that he came by the house with his 19 babies, couldn't find us and so left them in there and went looking for us. The women, who are nursing the babies now, tell me with fright that they're all dying. I become upset and furious and tell my friend that he's a soulless monster. The babies are all obviously dead now.

In the third dream I'm with my dad and my sister travelling in a bus in the US - similar to the trip we took last year. It seems like we went into a crazy shopping spree because we're all full of bags. I have two huge suitcases filled with stuff. I don't remember most of this stuff except for a Hellblazer t-shirt with this drawing (http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/7/73958/2692983-john_constantine_middle_finger .jpg) and that most of the rest was comics and books. Through the window I see the Golden Gate Bridge, even though IRL I've never been to San Francisco. We step outside the bus and inmediately I realize that I've forgotten my suitcases. My dad and sister are angry and tell me that I ruined their trip (this argument actually happened for different reasons) and I tell them that I can reach the bus. I run after it and, impossibly, I reach it and recover my stuff, by my family is already angry and we come back to the hotel. Instead of looking like a hotel, though, this is more like an enormous apartment with glass walls and a great view of the city. My family goes to sleep inmediately and I find a bottle of Dewar's. I start drinking whiskey and a storm breaks. I watch the impressive storm and eventually the buildings start crumbling down, Fight Club style.

That's it. Even though I usually remember my dreams in the morning, there aren't often three separate long dreams and, besides, I remembered these through the entire day.

MadMan
06-15-2013, 07:04 AM
Since moving into my apartment I've slept great and I don't remember any of my dreams. I don't know what that means.

Dead & Messed Up
06-15-2013, 11:13 PM
I've been having some really vivid dreams lately. One series of nightmares, with a specter following me through otherwise discordant smaller dreams, woke me up at 3AM in utter terror. I needed to get out of bed and calm myself down. Two nights ago, I dreamt that a girl I had an uber-crush on six years ago was suddenly living nearby, working near me, remembered the last time we saw each other, and wanted to hang out this weekend. Waking up from that one was so disappointing.

I think this increased because I've been drinking a bit of liquor before bed to help me sleep.

Of course, I want to keep doing that now, because vivid dreams are awesome.

MadMan
06-17-2013, 06:10 AM
Booze always causes crazy seemingly real dreams to happen. That's why I often avoid it before going to sleep.

amberlita
07-23-2013, 02:09 PM
Had a dream Mara was teaching me how to bake some sort of cone shaped cookie-dough-and-reeses-cup-with-graham-cracker-coating concoction. Then the two of us went swimming with my sister and I was bit on the wrist by a bug.

Mara
07-24-2013, 12:16 PM
Another body horror dream last night.

In my dream, there were three things stuck in my stomach that I had swallowed by accident (or not?) I remembered the items when I first woke up, but have forgotten what they were except for one plastic tube that was bright yellow. What was really strange was that if I opened my mouth far enough in front of the mirror, I could see the items, and I was obsessed with getting them out. If I stuck my arm all the way into my throat, I could just brush the items with my fingers, but I couldn't get a grip on them to get them out. So I was taking things like crochet hooks and fishing line and shoving them down my throat to try and get the items out.

MadMan
07-25-2013, 07:45 AM
A recent dream where I'm in college and Craig T. Nelson from Coach is my math teacher freaked me out. I've been getting plenty of college related dreams lately, and most of them are full of me missing class by oversleeping or not getting classwork done. They are bad nightmare flashbacks, actually, and I don't know why the fuck they are happening. I wish they would stop.

Dead & Messed Up
12-20-2013, 04:05 PM
Last night, Lorne Michaels hated my skit ideas, but Sarah Michelle Gellar and I hit it off at a bar. Although she kept calling me Sky. I went along with it because, come on, Sarah Michelle Gellar.

Lucky
12-20-2013, 09:17 PM
Jealous.

monolith94
05-28-2014, 10:28 AM
Had a dream where I was exploring the ruins of an old house. I was on the top level, where it was mostly stone-work with some vines, no ceiling, some broken windows. In the corner of one of the rooms I found a talking-tina style creepy doll which still worked. I asked it questions about how this civilization met its end and it feigned ignorance. Obviously, as the only survivor, the doll itself was a chief suspect. I found some stairs down. Downstairs, the house was more wood than stone, and more in order. Few cobwebs. I went down a staircase where there were a plentitude of creepy paintings and photographs. Old occultists with thick, bulbous glasses and out of control beards. A grinning pan-like man. Portraits of figures standing together, one thin and grim, the other seated and equally grim. Satanic paraphenalia in the illustrations.. Talking tina doll describes the cause of the collapse as a combination of incest, in-fighting, and illiberality.