To be honest, I can’t remember if it was a perfume bottle or deodorant.
Let’s see, my last dream was so totally random…
I was driving down the road when a woman I used to know showed up on a 4-wheeler next to me. I stopped for something to eat and got a bowl of pizza, and then found out that Howard Stern used to be the admin for 3d Action Planet over at Gamespy.
Random dream…
O_o
Exactly. Three slices in a large salad bowl that I was trying to eat with a fork. It didn’t make any sense at all.
Ah. I assumed it was some food I was unaware of. My mind was taken to a breadbowl filled with pizza sauce with various pizza toppings mixed in, and topped with a layer of cheese.
Hmm…doesn’t sound half bad. 
Real men use the blood of their enemies for antiperspirent.
I once had a dream I killed some guys in a boat by crushing them to death with a deep-fried whale
Ever have a nightmare that you cant get rid of years later? One that still has you wanting to vomit at the thought of it? Even though you had it so long ago?
I do. I wish I could scrub my brain so that it would never come back. But I cant.
I tend to be more fascinated by my dreams. After years and years of analysing books, plays and poems, I tend to do it with everything else. Nightmare’s are scary for me now, but only in the way that films can be scary (although they don’t feel like films).
wait till you have children. they become chilling
I’ve never had a nightmare 
I had an long and very detailed dream last night:
[i]A bald white supremacist with a moustache taught me how to access a different unreal world through some sort of magic. So we went into it and found ourselves in a jail cell. The supremacist immediately knew how to get out and was able to destroy weak pieces of walls to get through the jail faster. He pushed some guards down and eventually destroyed a wall that lead to outside of the prison.
Now the alarm starts going off and he tells me to follow him. I do so but he runs too fast and I lose him. I am now running past the huge amount of police buildings by myself with cops coming from every possible direction. They don’t manage to get me though, because I’m running almost as fast as a car! Eventually I get out of the police area and find myself at a roundabout.
It seems to be dawn so there is a nice red glow coming from the sun. It reaches everywhere but the prison/police area. There is a blue-ish grey tint there. As I look around I see that the roundabout is surrounded by a lot of large colourful Latin-American style houses except for 2 areas, the jail where I just came from and the slums on the other side. The roundabout is full of cars and in the middle there are plants.
Anyway, the cops are still after me and the alarm goes through the whole town. I see the supremacist steal a car and drive away with it. I do the same. The cops are now coming after us with generic cop cars. I again lose the Supremacist as he drives onto one of the roads with large houses on both sides of it and I drive into the slums. I race through the slums with cops everywhere but I manage to lose finally lose them and the alarm stops. Now civilian cars are coming back to the streets(they weren’t there when the cops were coming after me). I see the supremacist in his stolen car aswell.
I flash back in the ‘real’ world for a second where I am sitting in the back of the car with my sister next to me and my dad driving. While my dad parks the car my sister talks to him but I don’t understand what they’re saying.
Again in the unreal world I drive around a bit and look at the city. I remember thinking it all looked really nice. But then…
I woke up(in my dream) into the ‘real’ world again in my old bedroom. I look at the time and it’s 8 PM… I see my mother in her study working on stuff and I ask her what’s going on. I tell her I don’t remember anything of what happened today. She tells me I should go back to bed and that I only slept for 2 hours today. Her face seems very serious. Now my dad comes downstairs with the supremacist behind him and they talk. I ask my dad what’s going on, he says nothing but both my parents now walk into my bedroom while the supremacist stays in the hallway.
Now the supremacist sits in the hallway and starts throwing green apples at us. My mum goes into the kitchen(which is somehow connected to my room and her study) takes some fruits and throws it at the supremacist from her study. Now my dad comes up behind him and punches him knocking him out.[/i]
Then I wake up.
I think this is my best-remembered dream ever. It also has a lot of elements of things I did that day. I played GTA Vice City where I drove through the Haitian slums with cops coming after me, I saw the last half of the movie Avatar(the lead character there goes into different world aswell) and I watched a documentary on Discovery Channel about an agent who went undercover at a white supremacist group.
I think the message is that however nice a dream is, you always have to wake up. The part with the fruit throwing was a bit silly, though.
I had a dream where I and -some non-descript friend that I don’t remember the name or the appearance of- had a time machine. We would go back in time and uh… do stuff I don’t recall, and then go back to the present time. Or something.
Then I asked my friend: “If we can go to the past and to the present again, can we go into the future?”. Then he said yes. Then I said “Cool. Let’s go.” Then we stepped into the time machine and went into the future.
We went into the year 2100. When we arrived, I saw some sort of a dark-gray metal pyramid, with a huge golden monolith in front of it that slowly moved up and down. I remember there being people bowing around the pyramid. All that was near some sort of a highway, on which we were. My friend for some reason decided that we should go 7 more years into the future. We did so, and we started going down the highway. I saw a counter in the cockpit that counted from 2100 to 2107, and I noticed the world changing through the years. When we arrived, I saw a city with a bunch of really high buildings. I remember being scared of the massive heights of the buildings for some reason.
So, we were driving through the city in our time machine, and I remember seeing a billboard telling to make donations to Lithuania because of some newly discovered disease epidemic or some shit. We stepped out of the time machine. We saw some some old brick buildings, but they were all made out of some futuristic style bricks.
Then I remember there being a lot of people on the empty street. Then…
There was… uh…
Orgies… rooms… tours… something…
Me feeling good…
Uh, that’s pretty much where it ended. At least that’s all I can remember.
You could be the next Nostradamus!
Why wait for the year 2107?
I just took a nap after playing TF2 and lo and behold, I had a dream about being in TF2! Then in the same nap, I had another dream about some sort of family reunion, with some of the people there being my real family, some being just people I have seen before (for example, Jack White was a relative with marital problems). Some stuff happened that I don’t really remember much of, but I remember thinking that it had happened before. And then something completely horrible happened which I will not describe to you in detail. I will just say that…ahem…my junk came apart. Yeah. Needless to say I was overwhelmingly relieved when I woke up.
Oh, I also remembered that I had a dream I had written down before, so I went and found it. Here’s what I wrote:
[i]The desert. People are screaming in the red valley. I look around and see that they are being carried away. There is a flowing blue and white river that moves with a mind of its own, and it sweeps them away. I look closer and see it is made of tiny little intelligent particles; it is like a swarm of locusts. I am only twelve, but I am not carried away because there are only a few of the little things moving around me, and by planting my feet firmly and taking long strides, I am able to stay standing.
The strange river passed, and now in the setting sun I see a large group of armed men galloping towards me on horses. They are shooting their guns in the air. There is one truck among them, and inside I can see him. It is the same man as before, wearing a turban and glasses. His eyes go wide as he sees me. They are the same group as before.
I am in his truck. We are traveling down a smooth road in the dark, with the headlights on. We are escorted by other vehicles, and we pass more large trucks on the road. They have a military look about them, green camouflage. Everyone in the truck with me seems tense. The man in the turban, the one driving the truck, explains to me that I need to fix his section two computer. I agree.
There is a deep whumping sound, and everything goes dark for a moment. I think we have been hit, but then everything comes back and we are still driving. It happens again, and then the third time one of the large, green supply trucks explodes in a ball of fire on our right. The driver steps on the gas. There is shooting and explosions all around. I realize we are the target.
A ramp leading up into some sort of tunnel is ahead. I brace myself as we hurtle up and inside. There are still more explosions, and everything is getting tossed around. Lights are flashing, and metal rending. There is a smaller doorway ahead. Everything goes black and I am outside the truck, unharmed. I am on a winding stairway with a straight drop down the center. The truck is somewhere above or below me. Either way I know I am in danger. I try to hide, things are crashing, finally the truck must have fallen down, because I am no longer afraid of it and things have settled down.
I am on the stairway. It is lit with a sickly green light. Flickering fluorescents make me shiver and scare me. I try going down the stairs, there is a metal door—it is locked. I keep going down, looking for a door that is open. I see down some sort of hallway. There is an old woman, American, wandering around a filthy place in an old nightgown. I am afraid that she will see me. I go back up. I go up past where I was before. Now there are large glass windows that let me see into other rooms. I see some disturbing things in the windows.
A man with a thick beard and long hair, chained to a wall by his neck, shoulders, and waist, is dead. His arm and head seem to have been broken away in an attempt to escape. He is drenched in blood. On the other side of the room is a woman, shivering with wide eyes. There is blood on her face and clothes. I keep going up. There is another window and I cry out. A row of dead people, slumped against a wall, with eyes shut and bullet holes in their bodies. I go past a small bar in the window, and see another man. He is dark-skinned and bearded. He is still alive. He looks towards his shoulder as a small head begins to wriggle out of the neck of his shirt. I fly back down the stairs, past the shivering, staring woman, trying all the doors. Somehow I make it into a theater room. It is just a room full of normal people, watching cartoons from the forties. No one looks at me. I leave and see an American, a black man, a police officer, examining some wall in the place where I saw the old woman. He sees me and turns towards me.
I throw myself on him and beg him to get me out of here. He comforts me but informs me that he still has to take care of the computer. I remember now that I was supposed to do that. We go upstairs and find the computer room. His assistant, a young woman, is already up there. There are two computers, each hooked up to a monitor. I try fiddling with the one I was supposed to work on, but I don’t know much. The man know much more than I do and inputs a number of commands excitedly. The dream ends. [/i]
I think you left the matrix and the officer put you back in with the computer codes. 
Well, his avitar is talking on a banana… A glitch in the matrix?.. A glitch in the matrix?
“Nothing… just had a little dejavu”
/me defibs thread
So I had a dream in the victorian era. I was the manservant of Viv and Spooks. Viv beat me to death with a rod of some kind. She was angry about her low FPS in the SC2 beta.
Oh and she was wearing a green victorian dress and hat.
pics nao.