From my point of view it means you want sex but girls ignore you :V But of course this is coming from me
Who agrees that there is nothing better then when you can control your dreams? That is just awesome.
Well, in that situation you will pretty quickly find out whether you are a rapist at heart or not.
I dreamed I was laid off from work today…
I did that too. And turned out, I really am :awesome:
I just had a long, creepy dream so I figured I’d post it. Well, as best I can. It’s pretty confusing and not even I understand it fully, but here goes.
[COLOR=‘Red’]WARNING: FREAKING HUGE INCOMING WALL OF TEXT
First it starts out in a bank. Classy sort of bank, sorta looks like the hotel dream in Inception. Me and several of my friends/family seem to have some sort of plan to rob it, involving some of us pretending to be held hostage by others, but then we decide to shoot our guns in the air and run away in the confusion. However, I don’t run with them, so I’m left with the people in the bank, who seem to have forgotten anything strange was going on. So I leave and end up wandering through some sort of mall that was attached to the bank. It too was done in that classy sort of style, but I hard time figuring out how to get into any doors.
At some point here I’m transported to a wedding, which I don’t remember much of. Then everyone from the wedding goes to the airport. It seems we’re all going somewhere together. There was a guy sitting next to me, who seems familiar but I can’t recall who he was. I will refer to him as “that guy”. This weird shaped plane that shouldn’t be flying flies by, then another plane lands, except it’s less of a plane and more of a giant flying train, in the style of a plane. That guy tells me it has the largest cargo area of any plane in the world. Jin from Lost is sitting on one of those rolling cargo boxes and he’s angry at something, and yells back at us about how there’s a Korean plane that seats the most in the world. He seems to have a rivalry with that guy. Then the bride starts skipping by and the guy watches her go as she gets on the train-plane. It seems like he used to be in love with her or something. Anyways, so then we all get on the train-plane, in the last car, and the seats are like the seats on a schoolbus. So I just pick a seat and sit down.
Soon enough we take off, and I see the train-plane flying from the outside. It moves like a flying serpentine dragon, and every once in a while does crazy spins (which the passengers apparently don’t notice). Somehow I take control of the plane and I make it do barrel rolls and somersaults, and I laugh and point it out to that guy while I say stuff like “Do a barrel roll” and “Try a somersault” in Peppy’s voice.
Anyway, then I’m back in the plane and I get a bad feeling. I know we’re going to crash. Sure enough, I can somehow see the pilot in her seat, and she looks down at her controls and says “Hmmm”. Then the power goes out and we start being flung around in the dark as we tumble downwards. I remember thinking, “Of course. Wouldn’t be interesting if we didn’t crash.” Someone, I think it’s that guy, starts saying things to try and comfort everyone, and at the end he just keeps saying, “I don’t care if we die, I don’t care, I don’t care…” so I yell out “Fuck you, I care!” Then we hit water, and I look up at the emergency exit doors. I swim up towards them, and then divers come in through them and start helping people out.
Everyone gets out and we find ourselves on some sort of wet, deserted island, that seemed like it used to be a resort but had now fallen into decay. It was night. While everyone else stayed behind, my mother decided to follow this old winding path into the forest. Not wanting her to go alone, I followed her. As we’re walking, we run into a group of old people standing on the path. One of them asks us to stay and listen to their story. Feeling a bit scared, we decline and try to move on.He insists, grabbing my arm and forcing us to stay. They begin to tell us a story about the wolf-gods or something, and then a wolf appears, and they all look at it with awe. It becomes angry, and the old people scatter. Now there are many, many wolves running around the dead leaves in the forest. I realize I need a weapon, and I pick up this spike-like knife one of the old people must have dropped, and then another, longer one. However, the wolves seem not to notice me, and just run around in packs trying to devour each other. One, however, does find me, and I stab it multiple times, until it is hurt and cannot move. It lies whimpering on the ground. Feeling sorry for it, I kneel by it and stab it once in the heart, killing it. One of my nieces is now there, and she comments on my trained accuracy in that merciful act. I say I just stabbed it in the heart, I’ve never really done it before. Morning is now here, and I feel sure the wolves are gone now.
Then my niece runs ahead, and I run after her, trying to get her to stop. We run along the path, which is now made of wooden planks and leads into a kind of village slightly raised off the ground, with wooden walkways and huts. We run past another group of people. Remembering what had happened with the last ones, I simply excuse myself and run past, determined not to stop. I finally reach my niece and grab her, turning her towards me. It’s not my niece. It’s her body, her face, but something in her eyes, in her expression, tells me it’s not her. It’s something wicked. She says something ominous which I can’t remember now, but then the old people start coming towards me. More come from other walkways. Then they turn into dusty, gray, decaying monsters, like zombies but with minds and evil intent. I use my spikes to kill many of them, but then another approaches, taller than the rest and clothed in a tattered white robe. As it approaches I can see it’s even less of a human than the others. It has a large round head, with many black holes where there should be eyes, and large sharp teeth. I fling my larger spike at it, but it opens up its giant mouth and swallows it. It grabs me with a long clawed arm, but I pull against it and get behind its back even while it holds me. I see a number of holes in its back too, running along its spine. I jam my other spike into the largest hole as deep as it will go. It cries out, and suddenly we are transported underground.
We are in a cavern that serves as a lair for a council of some sort. There are two levels, a top ring around the wall and a lower floor where many of the zombie-like creatures are, plus some others similar to the tall robed creature, but they seem to stay against the bottom wall. The tall creature I just fought is on a tall pillar in the center, and I am somewhere on the second level. The rest of the creatures on the bottom say that this one had not created anything in a long time, and they somehow destroy him. I jump and grab a golden medallion he dropped when he died. I also take a couple other talismans I found lying on a podium. The other creatures murmur, and ask me to make something. I jump down to the second level, and look at the walls. They are of dark stone, but luminescient drawings (similar to the figments from Psychonauts) of fantasy beasts are displayed on them, and they shift and change into other beasts. I look on the drawings, trying to decide which one I would need. The zombies start to doubt and heckle me. I finally saw one which I seemed to know was the right one - a giant octopus. I used one of the talismans to bring it to life, and it sprang out and bound the other tall creatures with its giant tentacles. I jumped up to the second level and saw a bunch of tapestries hanging on it, with luminescent text glowing on them. I used the medallion to rip the text off the tapestries, and as I moved from one to the next, it seemed to get more and more modern, and I realized they seemed to be contracts written by people to serve on that council. At last I came to a book hanging on the wall, written by one Pen Poole. It was the story of a guy in love with a girl, and in fact I think it might have been the one who got married in my dream. It looked like it had been written yesterday, but one of the tall creatures said it was from 2000 years ago.
The dream kind of faded there, so I don’t know what happened in the end unfortunately.
I’m not reading that. :hmph:
I have a phobia of sea creatures. I once had a nightmare that everyone was daring me to jump off this really tall boat, and I did, and while I falling in mid-air, I could see the figure of a fucking huge shark, and I screamed so loud I hurt my ears (in my dream.) I woke up before I landed in the water, just to find that I had peed myself. :fffuuu:
Fix’d.
Thanks andy…I guess. Yeah I don’t blame anyone for not reading it. My dreams usually take a really long time to explain in text, unfortunately. I didn’t realize how much I had written until I finished lol
That would make a pretty epic movie right there. especially the wolves and zombies and tall dude and stuff.
The ending just sounds a little bit like too many drugs, except for when it ties in to earlier with the wedding and lonesome lover, which was pretty awsome considering it was a dream.
actually, the flying dragon plane sounds a little like too many drugs too.
I was at a party and Mr. T was the DJ.
I realize only people who read five pages ago will get this but it has to be posted:
–Yer mum’s vagina
– You right now
–Yer mum’s vagina
That’ll be all.
Starts out in a basementy area of a school where every thing is made of white glossy bricks. A class is being held there. Suddenly, the men leave their seats and begin marching down the hall in a very unform manner.
“Women! Women! Women! Women!” they chant.
An equally large group of women are at the other end of the hall, standing in rows and pointing at the incoming parade.
“Men. Men. Men. Men.”
The groups collide in a very choreographed manner, like the The Art of Noise’s Peter Gunn music video. It’s a rapefest.
Viewpoint goes to me, a featureless red man among the group. I wouldn’t have anything to do with this rapistry, so I begin to leave the area.
Not so fast, because the men are now featureless and blue, and they’re in Hot Pursuit! My dude runs into the Library. The ceiling is at least 100 feet high, as are the shelves. There are hundreds of people there. Neither I, the blue men, or things we touch are affected by gravity in here.
Running around the library, knocking people over (this kills them), I grab books and throw them out in front of me to use as platforms to reach greater heights, and possibly a window through which to escape.
Because red and blue are quite contrary to beige, we can easily locate each other. Eventually there is a great zero-gravity brouhaha, and I win by way of sending one of the shelves toppling onto the group of blue guys.
The women are saved from a grim rapacious death, and they flock to me. I win the dream and wake up.
[COLOR=‘Lime’]FLAWLESS VICTORY[/SIZE]
I had a really awesome nightmere.
It turns out I’m an exorsist and I have a partner, this really wise old guy, atleast he seemed wise. We were having a conversation with a family, don’t really remember the talk, but I think it had something to do with this old woman living with them who sleeps all day, wakes up at midnight and attacks the other people in the house.
Next thing I remember is that me and my partner are outside heading towards a shack, turns out the family lives in a farm, all of this takes place at dawn and it’s raining a little bit.
In the shack I heard screaming and laughter as we reached the place. there is a really creepy clown there, very short and fat, with a huge shit eating grin on him.
During this part I freak out and grab a big hammer that’s hanging beside the wall and start bashing the ever loving shit out of the clown. Now that I really think about it, the clown wasn’t really trying to run away, just jogging lightly away from me and he didn’t get hurt the mother fucker, I pounded on him thousands of times before he finally fell down and then it took like another ten for me to smash his brains out. Also my partner’s appearently an asshole, cuz during this he didn’t help me at all.
Then he tells me to take care of the old woman in the house, while he takes care of the clown because for some reason it can resurrect itself, I do not know why the clown was there, I think they he was somehow related to the old woman cuz my partner told me, if I do not exorcise the old woman the clown won’t dissapear.
So there I am upstairs staring at the woman sleeping and for some reason I do not know why the last thing I remember is me with my clothes and the room messed up, my face full of blood, chocking the woman as she was struggling to scream “help”. And then the dream was over.
I think the demon jumped from her to you
eh, the last dream i had bearing in mind i was pissed half asleep on my bed at about 1am last night, for a brief like 15 seconds i went to work (part time job) to find fuck-loads of washing up had been left for us all that should a been done the night before, i was livid. then i fully woke up at 5am continued to get a pint of water for rehydration then went to bed and got up at 8am for work, between 1-5am i was half concious and dreaming it was weird.
I had another nightmare. I was walking around in my room and the lights were off and I was going to go to bed, but suddenly I bump into something and I think it’s a chair, so I turn the lights on but I dont see any chair, so I’m like “what the hell did I bump into?” And then I turn around and see that theres a grudge-like creature on the bathroom floor,
and I woke up before I had the chance to scream my fucking head off. lol
I didn’t know where I was, who I was, or what I was doing.
I saw a lakeside scene, with smooth ripples on the water and a full moon in the sky. I was staring straight out at a pier, almost like this but at late autumn dusk. The sky and distance were vague and became indistinguishable, but their contours hinted at the earth’s vast horizon. Upon the several meters of visible grassy shore in the foreground, to the right of the pier’s walkway, stood the woman of my heart’s capture, not the girl I laid beside the night prior. She stood gracefully, but solemnly, facing out to the water at the right of the pier. Her footing was pliable but indomitable.
An ethereal choir of angelic voices faded in to caress my ears, more beautiful than the simple scene demanded. It was omnipresent to the point of nonexistence, but I perceived it with certainty.
It vanished in a gasp, as my eyelids slumped back, gravity assisting in the impulsive open. The ceiling filled my view. The choir was interrupted by the demanding meow of a needy cat in the hallway wishing for more food to fill her bowl.
I realized I had been drifting gently off to sleep, not quite within reach of Morpheus but not lucidly conscious either. It all came and passed in twenty seconds. So this is what I see when I close my eyes.