If only…
I can’t help but laugh at your avatar Trigger
I had a dream where everything was melting :fffuuu:
That’s the best dream ever…
I had a nightmare where the German entry to the Eurovision song contest won.
I hope you didn’t want the British entry to win…
Did anyone?
I was hoping for us to get nil point again. That was a victory in my eyes.
Us brits can hold that bottom spot better than anyone
I had a dream that an Eastern Bloc country did not win Eurovision…
Represent!
I was being attacked by the Evil Dead, and my axe wasn’t cutting off their heads like it should have. It was barely even scratching them. They were beginning to overwhelm me when I woke up.
To bump it up a bit, I got a new dream…
[i]I am in a city.
I stand on a brick road. There is a small stone wall to the left, behind which is an endless ocean. to the right of me are large houses made of bricks. They all have large staircases leading to their entrances. No one is around and the weather is grey.
I enter the first staircase to my right and see that I am entering some sort of news studio. The room is made of bricks and is lit in a yellow light. A lot of people are walking around here and the news reader talks about a shawarma place in the area having really bad food.
I walk up a staircase and down a long hall until I find the shawarma place in question. The place has the same look as the news studio(bricks and yellow light) and is also very busy. What I see though is that the owners of the place are secretly trying to buy the news studio that criticized them. They successfully do so and immediately fire everyone at the studio that openly criticized it.
Then I go back to the news studio, I notice there’s no news reader anymore. See some people in suits, probably fired, walking around. The news studio is now working on a skeleton crew but it’s still busy with the people who don’t work there walking around.
I finally exit the building through a back-door and end up in an alley between two large brick houses. The ground is grassy and there’s quite a few shrubs around. I also notice a large number of kids standing in a group. One kid with a walkie-talkie walks to the exit of the alleyway, to the road where I started the dream. I go there too. I notice him talking into his walkie-talkie in a language I do not understand, but he says my name(Thomas) in multiple instances. I figure the guy who he’s talking to is also named Thomas.
As I exit the alleyway and go onto the street, the kid stops there and talks some more into his walkie-talkie. When I’m quite a distance away from him I hear him shout “WHORES!” in a noticeably terrified way. He and the other children are then overrun by a huge horde of blood-thirsty scarcely clothed women. I don’t seem to care a lot, though, because the last thought in my dream is me wondering what time it is in real life. I then wake up and looking at the clock to see it’s around 11 AM.[/i]
I was having a nightmare about the end of the world. Nothing like zombies, WW3 or nuclear apocalypse though, everyone had just gone mad. Lost their mind, gone savage, raping murdering and thieving. I was still sane, and had ganged up with another sane person. We were walking in an alley when we saw a horde of madmen roaming towards us from ahead, so we went into a building next to the alley. A narrow corridor, loose wooden plank floor, white stained walls with blood on them, two big rooms at both ends of the corridor. While going for the other end, the creaky floor alerted the horde outside. Ran to the other room, but was a dead end. When running back, I realised the horde would get between me and the other room before I would get there, so I hid in a closet in the corridor. But it only had room for one. The other guy tried to get in, begging and crying. I held the door closed from inside, I remember that force of the other guy trying to open the door very clearly from the dream. There was a gap between the door and the frame, I could see his crying eyes. Then the horde came. He backed away from the closet, fell on his backside, and started crawling toward the room where we came from. I could see everything from the gap between the door. They slit his throat with a knife. I felt really horrible, but I wanted to live. That’s as far as I remember.
That wasn’t a dream.
And I thought I had wierd dreams
Flying Houndeyasuarus ftw!
That’s a sad dream!
I kind of enjoy my nightmares. I like the scare. This is mostly because I can “stop” my dreams at any moment. So if it gets too hairy, I just hit the imaginary ESC. I can also control my dreams, lucid dreaming, but that doesn’t work for nightmares most of the time.
So you didn’t find it too bad when the guy got locked outside and killed because of you?
i keep dreaming that the package containing the synthesizer i’m having shipped from Kansas has arrived. In one dream some of the keys were broken, and in another one the wrong synth was shipped to me, it was some weird circuit-bent modular. I wouldn’t complain if that actually happened.
I had a dream a few nights where a guy from my class, who is probably the person I have personally met that I want to kill the most, was sitting infront of me in one of those really old trains where you have small rooms n’ shit. Apperantly, we had been rowing a boat earlier in the amazon river, wich apperantly in my dream was in Chile, and he had been bitten by a bug in the inner tigh. He showed me a chart behind him oh the insides of his legs, and in there were yellow bags of slime inside him where the bugs had bit him. And that yellow slime had some way made him pregnant.
“Victor” was the father somehow.
Nono, I felt genuinly bad, but whatever feelings I have are only during the dream, I like to analyze them and go through them once I’ve woken up. Just dreams bro.
I think Samzala should play less L4D2.