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General Category => Entertainment => Topic started by: taiko on March 18, 2009, 09:07:01 AM
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This thread will be a place where people can share weird dreams that they've had.
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This morning, I dreamed that I was watching a video of a sock puppet baby vomiting up bags of heroin. In the dream, it had gotten over 3 million hits.
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I dont dream, I do.
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I dreamt I got drunk on St Patricks day
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Ok I'll play.
I had a dream about a week ago.
I dreamed all the cars were driving around without drivers and with malicious intent. But then things turned even more sinister. Me and another person were trying to get across town by running from building to building and hiding from the cars when we ran into another group who were being attacked by some very strange and video game like weapons of some sort. I watched a couple of heavily armed guys get blown away by something coming from outside the door I was close too. So I peeked around and there was a little girl heading my way. She apparently was the source of the attack.
Perhaps if you have ever seen the game F.E.A.R. you would have an idea of what she looked like. Not cute in the least. She was already too close for me to try and run away. So then I realized I had this old cap & ball pistol in my pocket that only had one shot and I pulled it out.
Just as she arrived at the door I stepped out and fired point blank at her face. The gun misfired as these thing have a tendency to do and she grabbed my other arm and started spouting some kind of freaky shit which I expected was some form of incantation or spell, possibly whatever she had used on the others but she now had a firm hold on my arm and there was no escape.
I re-cocked the gun and fired again, another misfire and again, and again almost in a panic by now. On the fourth try the weapon fired and she stopped talking and got a puzzled look on her face. There was no visible blood or other obvious indication that she had actually been hit. But a few seconds later she simply said "Huh, milliseconds." then fell flat on her face seemingly dead as a board.
The others in the group who had been hiding from her came out and thanked me but I never did know if she was actually dead or simply knocked out. C & B weapons are a little on the puny side compared to modern weapons and I wasn't sure that the bullet hadn't simply bounced off her head and knocked her out since there wasn't any blood.
But at least the immediate threat was over.
It was very strange, obviously influenced heavily by the games I play. But also could possibly make an interesting short story.
I don't know what she meant saying "milliseconds" but I think she was commenting on the delay it took the weapon to actually discharge after the hammer fell and the cap went off. Or she could have been commenting on how long it took for her to realize she had actually been shot. Either way it seemed a strange thing for her to say.
I never did find out what the deal with all the cars was either.
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Last Saturday, while I was trying to sleep off Friday night, I kept dreaming that God was sitting on the end of my bed telling me the my job was stupid and I should be doing something else with my life.
I knew I wasn't happy with my job, but I don't need deities showing up in my dreams telling me that I'm pissing my life away.
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I dreamed I was watching a Zeppelin launch yesterday. It was really exciting in a super nerdy sort of way.
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I still had a dream. It was a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I had a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I had a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I had a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I had a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I had a dream today.
I had a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I had a dream today.
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I had a dream that there was this evil tree with evil red roots that kept growing and trying to spread it's evil via it's roots. That's all I can really explain about it, that in itself was hard enough for me to put into words and I REALLY simplified it. All my dreams are usually too fucked to explain.
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A couple nights ago I had a dream that I was friends with a woman (played by Paris Geller from Gilmore Girls, for some reason) whose family owned an old House that was rumored to be haunted or cursed or some such shit, and that no one who'd ever stayed overnight in the place had lived through to morning. For some unexplained reason she invited me and a bunch of other people to stay there, and for some even further unexplained reason we all accepted and took the trip to the place. We started looking around, and then Paris disappeared, and the shit went down. Everyone in the house was then stalked and killed by their own personal horror movie villain. Mine was apparently Freddy Kruger, and he never managed to catch me, but as I ran through the house I saw the others being chopped up and dismembered by Jason Voorhees, the people from The Hills Have Eyes, and I think even the girl from The Ring, among others.
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A couple nights ago I had a dream that I was friends with a woman (played by Paris Geller from Gilmore Girls, for some reason)
Christ on a cracker, I totally forgot you were in love with that televised abomination. Did you have pseudo-witty unrealistic fast-paced banter with her about your preference for Tampax tampons?
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Wednesday night I had a wet dream. I dreamed that I was sucking my own cock! Haha. I think it's because earlier in the day I was talking with my co-workers about this and we discussed how we would never leave the house if we could do this.
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Gotta say I'm down with Paris.
Dreams? You probably have to sleep more than I do to dream...
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Wednesday night I had a wet dream. I dreamed that I was sucking my own cock! Haha. I think it's because earlier in the day I was talking with my co-workers about this and we discussed how we would never leave the house if we could do this.
I've had the sucking-my-own-cock dream a few times before.
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Wednesday night I had a wet dream. I dreamed that I was sucking my own cock! Haha. I think it's because earlier in the day I was talking with my co-workers about this and we discussed how we would never leave the house if we could do this.
So the idea of sitting around the house all day with a cock in your mouth is appealing? Interesting...
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agree with si.
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If it's mine, fuck yes.
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If you had a clone, would you and he 69?
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Oh man. I had a dream the other night that I had this really sweet fuckin' handlebar moustache! I remember thinking "Damn, I'm totally gonna shave off my sideburns now to let this moustache have total domination of my face!". Then I woke up and there was no moustache...sooooo sad.=(.
Portland is really fucking me up.
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Wednesday night I had a wet dream. I dreamed that I was sucking my own cock! Haha. I think it's because earlier in the day I was talking with my co-workers about this and we discussed how we would never leave the house if we could do this.
So the idea of sitting around the house all day with a cock in your mouth is appealing? Interesting...
well, i mean... you stroke your own cock when you masturbate.
and think about it.. when you watch porn, do you want to see tiny penis? no. you want monster cock. you like the big cock. you're a little bit gay too. admit it.
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I'd rather watch tentacle porn...
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when you watch porn, do you want to see tiny penis? no. you want monster cock.
okay, ron white...
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I had a dream last night that I was watching a movie with Parker Posey. She was angry at some guy, and she was like "UNLOCK YOUR CLOSET, SO I CAN GET MY BUTTPLUGS!!!" And when she opened the door, it was literally a canvas shopping bag FULL of sex toys.
Another dream I had last night: I was trying to get hired by a small company, but they said I was too "clean" for them. So, I broke into their offices the next day to see what they were working on. It turned out to be a super powerful LASER, but that it wouldn't hurt people, only things. So, I spent a little time blackening asbestos-laden ceiling panels, melting furniture and floor tiles, and such. It would heat up my shoes, but not melt them.
Final dream this morning: I was visiting my friend who recently lost his job and, as he was walking from the "sitting room" to the "computer room", his pants fell down and he fell over sideways. I woke up laughing!
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You left out the part where you then fell down on top of him and his cock went right into your mouth and then his dick turned into a Krazy Straw and you were drinking a delicious vanilla milkshake out of it!
Then you woke and saw some crazy pantless drifter flee out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone with your pangs of sorrowful solitude.
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You left out the part where you then fell down on top of him and his cock went right into your mouth and then his dick turned into a Krazy Straw and you were drinking a delicious vanilla milkshake out of it!
Then you woke and saw some crazy pantless drifter flee out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone with your pangs of sorrowful solitude.
it was MY dream, not YOUR life.
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You left out the part where you then fell down on top of him and his cock went right into your mouth and then his dick turned into a Krazy Straw and you were drinking a delicious vanilla milkshake out of it!
Then you woke and saw some crazy pantless drifter flee out of your bedroom window, leaving you alone with your pangs of sorrowful solitude.
That happened to you too??!!??
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It happens every time I'm at Lucas's house. I love sleep overs there.
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I had 1.5 hours of sleep last night. I hate you fucking dreamers. I used to be good at it. I genuinely love sleeping.
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I sleep 7-8 hours a night... can't function without it
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I used to be able to make do with just a few hours a night. Not these days. Now I NEED 6 hours, minimum. I'm fucked the next day unless I get 6. 7 is even better, and 8 is for days I can sleep in. More than that and I'm groggy for ages once I wake up.
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I can get up and be active immediately, no matter how little I've slept. I feel pretty shitty by about lunchtime though.
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Well do another line just before lunch then.
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I exist so I can be on that show Grumpy Old Men.
I have the grumpy bit down, mostly because I dont sleep more than a couple hours a night.
I got the old bit down.
Now I just need to be some pseudo celeb.
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Well do another line just before lunch then.
Oh man, that brings up some fucked up memories. Up all night, then more in the morning just to get going, then more in the afternoon to stay awake... and hey presto it's night again let's par-tay!
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I barely ever dream, and I have bad problems with insomnia. I have a hard time getting to sleep, and when I sleep I don't sleep well, and I have nightmares. On my bad insomnia fits that come along once every two or three months I'll be up for days on end.
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being tired from physical exercise will help with that
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I hate sleeping myself, it just seems like such a waste of time.
Except for the one or two times I had a lucid dream, and I turned my arm into a big ass sword.
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being tired from physical exercise will help with that
No, it doesn't. Not for actual insomnia. Not my kind, at least.
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I can get up and be active immediately, no matter how little I've slept. I feel pretty shitty by about lunchtime though.
same.
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I had a dream that I was walking through a deserted 1950s city. There were all kinds of old signs around, and I told my dad (who was suddenly there) that they'd be worth a lot of money. My mom (who was also suddenly there) decided to go into a building to look for a bathroom.
I was like "wtf, abandoned town, mom!" but she was already gone. In the interim, I pull up a wooden post from the ground; it has nails in it.
a minute later, i hear a metal-on-metal screech, and my mom comes running out of the building. A second later, I see a short man in a full tuxedo (with tails and tophat) and a fine cloth sack/mask over his face run out the door behind her. the cloth mask has evil eyes, an evil grin, and an evil curly-q mustache drawn on it.
he stops in the middle of the street, gets into a goku-ka-meha-meha stance, and the metal shriek happens again. just before i turn to run (my parents have already booked it), I throw the wooden post at him, and it EXPLODES when it hits the ground.
in the dust, i turn and... wake up.
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Yeah, I probably shouldn't do this, but screw it. Because of my nightmares I've been keeping a dream journal for a year or so now. If you like reading weird dreams and don't mind the disjointed way I write when trying to remember them, here it is:
http://somnimiles.livejournal.com/ (http://somnimiles.livejournal.com/)
I'd recommend going back a page and starting from the beginning. I really thought I'd written more than what's in there.
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yeah, johnny has weird dreams. i have known this for a while.
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i had a dream where this thread was interesting
not really but i thought i would be nice
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so last night i dreamed that mosh lived down the road from my grandpa for some reason. i don't remember the rest except i think there was some making out.
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Was I making out with your grandpa?
Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my thing.
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Was I making out with your grandpa?
Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just not my thing.
no, but that would've made the dream extra extra weird.
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being tired from physical exercise will help with that
No, it doesn't. Not for actual insomnia. Not my kind, at least.
I don't buy it. Maybe some physical exercise wouldn't do the trick, but if you tire yourself out sufficiently your body will shut down eventually.
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being tired from physical exercise will help with that
No, it doesn't. Not for actual insomnia. Not my kind, at least.
I don't buy it. Maybe some physical exercise wouldn't do the trick, but if you tire yourself out sufficiently your body will shut down eventually.
Then you've never had chronic insomnia. Staying up an extra couple of hours because you had a coca-cola at 9 o'clock is not insomnia. During the bad fits I'm up for days. Extra exercise just makes me feel sore while I stare at the ceiling all night.
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OK.
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I had a really weird one last night. The only time I seem to remember them is if I am woken suddenly by a loud noise, etc.
This one involved my scientologist friend's dead 500 pound father, and Balor. It's even too weird to write it all out. But basically I was at my buddy's dad's funeral in some HUGE cathederal or something and Balor was there with his cane.
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so anyway i've had like three dreams about mosh but not any about you other assholes.
but the other night, amidst dreams not involving sir ian, i dreamt of a dolphin who ate paper and understood sign language. obviously he couldn't sign back to me because of the lack of arms/hands so he just communicated by sending thoughts directly into my brain.
at the time it seemed a perfectly normal thing to be happening, though i did wonder why i was able to hold my breath for so long.
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so anyway i've had like three dreams about mosh but not any about you other assholes.
O.O
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I know, it's really weird.
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I dream every night, I go through periods where I remember all of it every night and then periods where I don't remember them at all. My most fucked up dreams are probably the ones which involve sex but they happen rarely.
K, one of my weirdest dreams was last year. I dreamt that our whole year had been awarded a trip to a mansion as a reward for hard work. So we went, basically what we got to do was just slide around on the banisters etc. and piss about. That was it. Well to cut a long story short, me and my friend went to the very top. She wanted to slide down the banister there but I was too chicken, per usual, so she went down. Unfortunately what she, nor I, had missed was that the banister had an average slope for a little bit and then dropped very sharply, very steeply. Basically she plummeted down and went splat.
So by this point I was so very scared, I looked down and saw her and three other people. There were teachers all around her and paramedics n stuff. I completely freaked. I ran away and I saw my friend, with this kid that used to follow her around. They were in the dining room just outside the tallest point. I asked her where another of my friends was and she said she didn't know, I started crying and I was wishing that said friend was there but she never did turn up.
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...though i did wonder why i was able to hold my breath for so long.
Well you must just have not noticed then, you were the little mermaid !
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I've been having really realistic, day-to-day life-type dreams recently. It's really kinda disconcerting, cuz I have whole conversations with people who then have no idea we've had this conversation when I make reference to something that was said in my dream, which seems just like a regular memory to me. And this has been going on every single night (and day - I've been napping on my days off recently, which is very unlike me) for a couple weeks now.
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I've never actually had a dream about any of you. I've had plenty of dreams about drugs though. And lakes. And flying. And flying through drug-lakes.
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I've been having really realistic, day-to-day life-type dreams recently. It's really kinda disconcerting,
I started having those when I was taking Mirapex for RLS. I almost crashed my car one day because I started daydreaming, and the dream seemed so real and common place that it replaced reality for a bit. Then I bounced off the lane divider and woke up just in time to stop from crashing into the stopped car ahead of me.
Blue Pill Red Pill ...
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Mirapex, eh? I got some Requip in the bathroom drawer.
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Yeah I wanted Requip by my health insurance would only pay for Mirapex.
It's some fucked up shit.
Opium would be 1000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times more effective.
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Requip makes me really fucking tired (not the good kind of tired like a tranquilizer or antihistamine though) and makes me feel strange physically, like I just went swimming. So it ends up making me cranky. It also gives me a stuffy nose. And I don't have RLS, I got it a long time ago when my doctor was trying me on antipsychotics, he gave them me to counteract the side effects. I keep them around though because they help with amphetamine comedown and make orgasms really good.
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i dream in the colors of LOST nowadays.
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There was a spider, and I had to kill the eggs to save everyone else. There were other insects too, I don't think any humans though. We were on an island, very leafy; there was tonnes of trees and greenery but we were in a small clearing. Standing on a moss covered rock. The spider was huge, she didn't mind as I killed her eggs, she could talk. She didn't say anything though, she just watched, and I think I might've Okami Celestial Brush slashed them but without stopping time.
Then they were all grouped and it turns out I didn't have to kill them afterall.
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I forgot to mention that along with my scarily realistic dreams, I've had dreams where I was posting here. FML.
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I forgot to mention that along with my scarily realistic dreams, I've had dreams where I was posting here. FML.
Now that's baaaaaaaaad
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I finally dreamed about another one of y'all!!
It was wildly inappropriate and I'm not saying who it was.
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Hahahaha, well.....I can make an educated guess considering you talked to me right before you went to sleep and the last thing we talked about was my cock.
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I love a short story.
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last night I dreamed that I was posting drunk online
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Actually, it was during my nap today, not my sleepy-times last night. So, ha ha!
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Do we get a hint sarah ?
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Sure! It was a guy.
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That explains the "wildly inappropriate".
I'm going to guess..... ummmm. eitje.
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Can you just give us one more hint? How about you tell us who it was.
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I'm going to guess..... ummmm. eitje siko.
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I'm going to guess..... ummmm. eitje siko.
Well yeah, that was my first guess, but its not weird enough. Dmoth is still my fav for this. Ms. Mascara didn't say it wasent him, her post just just about when she slept.
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I'm guessing danzig or thrash.
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Sure! It was a guy.
Did he call you a dirty girl?
A very bad, very dirty girl?
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I finally dreamed about another one of y'all!!
It was wildly inappropriate and I'm not saying who it was.
DUMPED!
I suck.
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I had a dream about a society where everyone was a pimp or whore, and your relationships between people were defined by who owned you and who you owned.
In the dream, there was a rock band who wanted to improve their image. They'd found a really great girl to be their lead singer, but she was owned by a bar owner who wouldn't give her up. He never made her dance or work or anything (I remember that being a point the owner made during some discussion with another dude). I think he loved her, but this society didn't have that kind of thing as a concept.
That's all I remember.
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Did he call you a dirty girl?
A very bad, very dirty girl?
Did you have sex with katie?
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Did he call you a dirty girl?
A very bad, very dirty girl?
Did you have sex with katie?
katie's boyfriend, actually. he doesn't look 35!
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I had a dream about a society where everyone was a pimp or whore, and your relationships between people were defined by who owned you and who you owned.
In the dream, there was a rock band who wanted to improve their image. They'd found a really great girl to be their lead singer, but she was owned by a bar owner who wouldn't give her up. He never made her dance or work or anything (I remember that being a point the owner made during some discussion with another dude). I think he loved her, but this society didn't have that kind of thing as a concept.
That's all I remember.
You could write a book about that.
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Dude, FYI, opiates greatly exacerbate sleep paralysis. I get it once in a while but I ALWAYS get it when I try and sleep on opiates. It's horrible.
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I first got it as a child, was hospitalzed 4 times for it, it took them along time to ifigure out what was feaking me out.
Imagine being a lil kid and having Freddy Kruger in your room, not to mention every other scary movie thing you can imagine, along with some that dont even exist. Twice a week.
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I couldn't imagine getting SP when I was a kid, I've only had it as an adult. That must have been fun.
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That must have been fun.
hospitalized
....psychiatric, 4 months worth all up. lucky it didnt fuck me up more than the sleep disorder now i think on it.
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I first got it as a child, was hospitalzed 4 times for it, it took them along time to ifigure out what was feaking me out.
Imagine being a lil kid and having Freddy Kruger in your room, not to mention every other scary movie thing you can imagine, along with some that dont even exist. Twice a week.
Wow, that's pretty bad. I've always had the joy of sleep as an escape... Not that I need one.
My cousin told me she dreamt that she went to Hogwarts and I was her room mate. This was a few weeks ago, then last night I was her room mate! Just not in Hogwarts.
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I've experienced SP, but only on a few occasions and never for more than a few seconds.
It sort of freaked me out the first time but I realized what it was after that and didn't let it bother me.
I think I was about 10 or 11 the first time.
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Mine is always +5 mins. last time was two nights ago. it happens about twice a month. how i deal with it depends on how stressed i was that day.
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Do Australians dream of electric sheep?
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Yes. But the best electric object I had durring an episode was a solar powered guillotine.
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That's pretty fucking badass......and green.....even though a normal guillotine doesn't need to be powered by anything but gravity.
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Blades gota get up there somehow......
and yeah, "normal" dont exist durring those times. That time my bed turned into the guillotine base and things were standing around waiting till morning so it would power up and the blade would drop.
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God Danm. 5 minutes is a really long time
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5 is on the shorter end. I have gone a full 20. and that meant to be as far as you can go, but ive heard of more from the docs. science isnt an exact science.
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I had my first LG dream last night..
So I was on the computer and my brother was reading over my shoulder. I was skimming as quickly as I could so he didn't see which username was mine but he could still read the posts. He read something by Homeless joe and laughed, saying "I got that!", very happily. Then I clicked on a thread in Entertainment and FAH-Q said to me something like 'you bludgeoned your response sweetie, you have to keep it open'. Basically saying I had cut people from the conversation and I needed to make my replies more open ended. I thought of a response but I don't know what happened then.. Next thing I was outside on the street and it went onto the next bit.
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Man, siko, why do you have to be such a dick to the new people?!
Seriously... they made the effort to come here, and you're talking shit to them? IN THEIR DREAMS?!
Not cool, man.
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She thinks her brother is gay !
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I do dirty things to people in their dreams. They usually wake up with wet spots. Sorry.
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She thinks her brother is gay !
I don't get it. If this is because I said 'open ended' he was gone by that point.
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I'm just interpreting your dream.
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She thinks her brother is gay !
I don't get it. If this is because I said 'open ended' he was gone by that point.
I think it was more complicated than that.
Imagine if homeless-joe was making a joke about himself, based on your brother's reaction and a general "theme" that you've identified within the LG boards.
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I think it was more complicated than that.
Imagine if homeless-joe was making a joke about himself, based on your brother's reaction and a general "theme" that you've identified within the LG boards.
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That actually makes sense.
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It should cause its what I was thinking.
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I think it was more complicated than that.
Imagine if homeless-joe was making a joke about himself, based on your brother's reaction and a general "theme" that you've identified within the LG boards.
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That actually makes sense.
There's a grain of truth in every joke.
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It should cause its what I was thinking.
fag!
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Youre setting me up in skype, I can feel it.
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Youre setting me up in skype, I can feel it.
nah, just bringing the joke back full circle. :)
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Thats so gay.
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Man, siko, why do you have to be such a dick to the new people?!
Seriously... they made the effort to come here, and you're talking shit to them? IN THEIR DREAMS?!
Not cool, man.
It's in my nature, sorry.
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It's in my nature, sorry.
You were very nice in my dream though.
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Unlike real life, eh!
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such a rude boy, our siko.
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/me skanks
(http://www.geocities.com/parka_kings/images/skanker.gif)
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Speaking of:
http://eventful.com/melbourne/events/the-specials-30th-anniversary-tour-/E0-001-020993406-8 (http://eventful.com/melbourne/events/the-specials-30th-anniversary-tour-/E0-001-020993406-8)
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I'll be upset with you if you don't catch that.
Fuck, man.
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I dreamt about LG again last night. *confused*
It's never been this close to another dream like that before.
I also dreamt about being chased, RT people, skype and this weird canal-venice style skating thing.
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We need more details before we can mastubate.
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for all the time I waste on here I'l glad to say I've never dreamed about this joint
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Black Rain is starting to get into my dreams, Nick.
I dreamed last night that tricky & I landed in Japan, only to find out that some kind of war had started. Ian had been detained in London as a draft into some military service. Nick was telling all of this to us at the airport, and then he decided to sneak us into the country (of Japan).
Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking! So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up). She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more. When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."
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Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking! So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up). She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more. When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."
Hot! Why can't I have dreams like this?
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Later, I was in the backseat of a car and this girl would just not stop talking! So I spit in her face, which really turned her on (but did not effectively shut her up). She said she wanted to go back to her offices and have me degrade her some more. When we got there, the psychologist from the TV show Bones walked in the door and said "this is not healthy."
Hot! Why can't I have dreams like this?
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Did he call you a dirty girl?
A very bad, very dirty girl?
Did you have sex with katie?
katie's boyfriend, actually. he doesn't look 35!
funny ;) and it's true; he doesn't! how was he? sometimes he can get rough. your bum was probably nice and red.
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We need more details before we can mastubate.
It's not really a wankable dream.
It was kinda lame. Bagman was there, talking about sex or something, he was saying about puking and farting (wtf?!) whilst having sex. Then he talked about how fun it was being a jerk. Then it was in a darkish room, around midday, curtains closed but light coming in, Indian summer was sitting on a bean bag. There was a record player on and she joined in the sex conversation. She wasn't happy and complained about her friends. Then someone added me on skype called 'Don__' and I thought it was bagman but it was actually Odon! And I talked to him about some things.
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This dream comes in 3 parts.
Part 1:
In the first part, my neighbor asks if I'd like some help on planting a few plants in my front yard. I accept his offer, and then go inside to get some tools. When I come back out, he has build this concrete sidewalk monstrosity that looks quite a lot like an escher painting. it has a weird "security feature" at the front door, where i have to walk down some steps, then up some steps, then up some more steps (at a right angle to the other steps), and then JUMP to the other side to get to my front door. Which is now, by the way, about 8 feet in the air.
Additionally, he has put in pylons and created a sidewalk that goes all the way around the house, but up above the rooftop. It's insane! But I thank him for it, because he plainly put in a lot of effort. I question the sidewalk up in the air for not having any railings, and he says he'll get to work on them. I start to walk into my house (down, up, up + 90o,...) and I'm shifted through time.
Part 2:
I find myself in a room with several other people. We're apparently refugees in time, and this particular spot in time is kind of the tide pool of time. It's where all of the trash w/o a time-destination gets dropped. So, we're kind of milling about, and I find a few things in the room we're in (like some porcelain dishware, some kind of tablet computer, some magazines and colored pens - this was a lot clearer when I first woke up). I get the idea that the next room over is some kind of interrogation room, and decide I want to check it out.
Side story (knowledge I had in the dream):
Travelling through time ends up giving you a distorted view of what could be at a given time. So, you get these snapshot memories of possible other "futures" mixed in with your memories. And, because you're still completely covered in time, sometimes you end up switching between the times without knowing.
Part 2 (continued):
So, we lock the door to the room that we're in, and i have a guy at the door turn off the lights in the room for 4 seconds while i peek through the window that's shuttered into the other room. I just get a brief glance but, it appears that the next room over is a room much like ours, with peope much like us. When the lights come back on, the shutters are in place again, and I decide to get the hallway.
The hallway now has soldiers in it, which makes me realize that I've slipped sideways in time; the guys that picked me up before were very kind chinese folks, and these are latin guerilla-looking soliders. When I look back into the room, as well, it only has one other person in it - the dude that was operating the light switch for me. For some reason, we're both holding things from the last time-space; me, the tablet computer, him, a cup. I think that's why we slipped through time - force exerted on us from these objects.
So, we sneak out of the room.
Part 3:
We're in a garage, and we plan on shifting time again. But I want to take something valuable with me. There's a hacksaw and a few vehicles, so I get to the process of stealing the mufflers, for the palladium in them (??). The valuable part of the mufflers turns out to be in some weird brown bags inside of the mufflers, and so we grab those and I pick up the tablet computer (which turns out to be a time-slipping device).
I press a few buttons with my fingernail, ...
and that's when I get a text message from Mello and wake up.
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I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).
Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.
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I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).
Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.
Wow.
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and so we grab those and I pick up the tablet computer (which turns out to be a time-slipping device).
I press a few buttons with my fingernail, ...
and that's when I get a text message from Mello and wake up.
Proof that your brain can detect and has learnt to recognise the packet with your phone number transmitted to your phone. ( If you woke up just before the message and not woke up due to vibe or sound of messge recipt)
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If I set an alarm, I always wake up 1 minute before it rings. It doesn't matter if it's 5am or 9am
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My latest dream is so fucked that I won't even type it out here. Let's just say it was rather taboo.
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My latest dream is so fucked that I won't even type it out here. Let's just say it was rather taboo.
At LEAST PM it to me.
Krsna: Thanks for the LOL.
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Noooo. It's embarrassing.
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speak it
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No way!
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You let Eddo tentacle rape your pooper?
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How did you know??
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You know I'll enjoy it tricky.
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How did you know??
I can see inside your head
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This morning, my dream's character (3rd person dream) was in some kind of prison. It was modelled to look exactly like a city, but it was all fake. Like, no cars, but still a blacktop street and a separate sidewalk. The buildings all looked only about 2-3 stories tall, but their exteriors were designed with "windows" that went up for 10-15 stories. So, standing next to a "building", you felt 4 stories tall.
In the dream, the character woke up and got out of bed in my "room", which was in a cul-de-sac. He started walking, and he realized all of these things: that it was all fake. Which led me (dreaming me) to realize that something must have happened, because the character is SUPPOSED to believe that all of this is real.
So, he walks around for a while, and eventually finds what I can only describe as a rigged casino. And as the character looks around, this dude with crazy curly hair (white dude with a 'fro) comes over to my character and is laughing about how he'd just won some game. Around this time, we switch from a 3rd person to a 1st person perspective.
I notice over the fro-guy's shoulder that there's a really big door in a place i'd never seen before, and that it's opening. No one else is paying any attention, not even the fro guy. That's when it hits dreaming-me: I really am in some kind of weird prison, but that's a door out of it.
So, I walk over to the door. Some guys are walking into the game room with suits and briefcases. I look down, and I happen to be wearing a suit as well (no one else in the place has had anything like that on). So, I walk straight by them.
Past the door, there's a short hallway, a small reception area with a security guard behind a desk, and then a bank of glass doors with sunshine coming through them. I walk straight out those doors, and I'm standing on a real street, with real cars (futuristic-seeming), real people, and a police officer writing someone a ticket.
I turn awway from the police officer and start walking.
(there's a lot more to the dream, but the rest is pretty jumbled).
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Side story (knowledge I had in the dream):
Travelling through time ends up giving you a distorted view of what could be at a given time. So, you get these snapshot memories of possible other "futures" mixed in with your memories. And, because you're still completely covered in time, sometimes you end up switching between the times without knowing.
That sort of sounds like a pretty good description of dreams themselves.
I didn't read that, sorry (I'm about to go do some work).
Last night I had a dream that Danzig uploaded a video of himself showing us how healty he's living his life now. It started off with him revealing that his right leg was a prosthetic that attached to his thigh stump. Then he went over to some girl's house he was friends with to show us how he works out on the stripper pole she had in her bedroom. He was really serious about it, and he wasn't doing a very good job at it.
Hahahahaha!
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Thursday night I woke up and I was in Tahiti. I was standing on some volcanic rock formations, looking down at some spotted eagle rays swimming around in a mini-lagoon. My whole immediate family, as well as many of my friends, were there with me. It seemed to be some sort of big group vacation, and everything was pretty cool. We were staying in some sweet-ass beach house/villa type things, but unfortunately, since I knew this wasn't a dream, I couldn't really enjoy myself. I couldn't get past the fact that I had no recollection of how I'd got there, or even how I'd gotten onto the volcanic rock formations where I'd woken up. What made this all the more bizarre was that nobody I was there with found it weird that I didn't remember anything about the trip.
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Oh well this took me by surprise. I had a dream with an L-Ger in it.....a dirty dream. The funniest part is WHO it was.
.....tricky. Yes, I do not lie.
Other than that, in a separate dream, I remember swinging on a swingset in the dark singing Psychedelic Sacrifice by Electric Hellfire Club:
They say the Devil is alive and well
In Northport, Long Island
A sleepy town turned upside down
By a little Satanic violence
Ricky was the Acid King
A heavy metal fan
Leader of the Knights of the Black Circle
Satan's Left-Hand Man
A bunch of teenage loners
Looking for some thrills
Fucked-up, drug-crazed stoners
On the highway to Hell
Drugs, death and the Devil
A psychedelic sacrifice
For the love of Satan
Someone had to pay the price
They took him down to the killing ground
Where no one could hear his cries
Screaming for his mama
While Ricky tore out his eyes
Say you love Satan
All the drugs you've taken
Were a sacrament in his name
Say you love Satan
Claim him as your savior
Let yourself go insane
Ricky was the Acid King
He said that he could do anything
In a prison cell between heaven and Hell
He made the angels sing
Drugs, death and the Devil
You will never understand
A psychedelic sacrifice
Because Satan is my main man!
Say you love Satan
All the drugs you've taken
Were a sacrament in his name
Say you love Satan
Claim him as your savior
Let yourself go insane
Tricky gives really good head
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This is a dream I had the other night that I woke up right at the end of and immediately wrote down:
It all started when a family decides to go to a cabin set within a bunch of cabins
that they have been going to for years, and previous family members
have been going to for years.
When they arrive, they find that the other three cabins set near their cabin
that are usually inhabited at this time, are empty. All except one. They
go to the cabin, as a family, to introduce themselves, and it begins. As
they knock on a door they notice a man sitting alone staring at the
opposite end of the rooms side in complete blankness. The mother
and father of the family walk through the screen door to intorduce
themselves to the man, and as they do they notice a set of extremely
charred extremities. They ask the man who the extremities belong to
and he says the rest of his family. As the mother and father turn to
leave, the man catches the mother by the arm and asks her if she wants
to know how it happened. She replies that she does not, but he shows
her anyway. As the man holds the womans arm she is taken back to
another time, but the same place.
It seems as if she is taken to some year in the 1980's. But she and the man
are not watching the past scenario he asked her if she wanted to watch happen,
happen, the man is a real man, and she is a real woman, or so she thinks. He turns
to her and asks her again if she wants to see what happened, and she has
nothing left to do but stare at the man in blank horror. He leads her up the
steps to his family cabin, and yells for his family members in come outside.
The mother, and the son come outside and ask him what it is that he wants.
He says he wants them to go into the chicken coup by the side of the
house and put the chickens in for the evening. As they go to check
on the chickens, the man calmly goes inside of the cabin and retrieves
a can of gasoline, a stick with a cloth wrapped around the end, and a lighter,
from behind the couch that in the other dimension he was previously
sitting in. As he calmly walks back outside of the cabin the woman reaches
for the man in order to restrain him for doing what she can only imagine
is burn his family alive, but as she reaches for him she realizes that
he is nothing but a ghost, she cannot do anything about what is going to
happen, like he said, she can only watched what happened. So she
decides so that she does not anger this ghost of a deranged person,
to follow him.
When they reach the chicken coup the woman stops slightly outside of
the door as the man walks through the door and yells for his wife and son
to come out and help him build a fire to cook dinner on. As the wife and
son walk through the door of the coup the man quickly douses them
both in gasoline and commands them both to go stand about five yards
ahead of him next to a set of trees. Shaking and screaming, the both
of them do as they are told, and as they are walking to the predetermined
spot the man has told them to go to the man lights the stick and runs over to
his son and wife and sets them both on fire. He then yells to the woman
who is watching this madness all happen and asks her if she wants to
see what happens next. She doesn't answer which angers the man
and as if the woman and boy are in a trance he tells the boy calmly
to stand where he is, and for his wife to go over and stand next to
the woman. As she strolls over to the woman the woman is shaking
as she stands there. When the wife is getting closer to the woman,
the woman picks up a stick to jab the burning wife with so that she can
see if she is real or if every part of this is a bad dream, and when she
finds a stick she jabs the woman with it and finds that the woman is real
but cannot be hurt by the stick. So the woman turns and runs, and as she
does she fins that no matter where she turns to hide to the man appears
right within her sight and sends another burning family member over
to her to show her how to happened. The woman then decides to try and
touch the wife just so she knows that this is a dream. When she reaches
for the mans wife, the woman opens her mouth and as the woman
reaches in, she touches the back of the womans throat and realizes
that the opening of the womans mouth is the end of her throat. This
wife, this creature isn't a living person, it's a thing. When she takes her
hand back from the woman she is now right in front of the man. He says
to her, you have seen all that you will see, and she is transported back
to the time where her husband and and her are standing inside of the
doorway to the mans cabin.
Her husband turns to her and says that he guesses that they were wrong
for thinking that there was someone here, since the entire cabin is
abandened. The man then turns to his wife and says that he guesses
they should go outside and get the kids since he said they were
playing in that old run down chicken coup and they needed to set up
camp at their cabin anyway. Completely confused, the woman shakes
her head and follows her husband outside. When they reach the chicken
coup he goes inside and starts yelling for the kid and when he does he locks
himself inside the chicken coup. The woman then sees her husband reach
for a gas can, a stick and a lighter and grabs her children and douses them
with gasoline, and then he douses himself. The woman realizes that this
is real and not a dream and starts shaking the door to the chicken coup screaming
for her husband to stop. He then flicks on the lighter and lights the stick
and lights himself and their two children on fire. Her son then turns to her
and says, but mommy we would rather show you what happens when we
die then let you die before us. She then feels a tap on her shoulder, turns,
and finds the man standing before her again. He then douses her with
gasoline and sets her on fire.
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woah, that's a pretty good story.
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Yea, heroin is one helluva drug.
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i always have a lot of sexual dreams (wet dreams) but not WET i guess orgasm dreams? and i always have war-like dreams like where i see a lot of fucked up aircrafts attacking us and i see a lot of rockets and missiles and esp blue and white hotizontal striped missiles or some shit that looks like em... and im always in danger.
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or some shit
how the fuck old are you, 20? grow up. you write and dream like you're 14 and angsty because you're mom's brother raped you last year when you got little boobies and he told you not to tell anyone.
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(http://www.gambling911.com/files/publisher/cat-fight-032609L.jpg)
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yes, this is a serious catfight.
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GET IN THE JELLO, BITCH!
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or some shit
how the fuck old are you, 20? grow up. you write and dream like you're 14 and angsty because you're mom's brother raped you last year when you got little boobies and he told you not to tell anyone.
Shut your fucking mouth you god damn douche bag full of vagina juice! I have not had little boobs since the 6th grade, and my uncle would fucking throw you off a 150 story building, then you couldn't live to talk shit. By the way, kill yourself. Do the world a favor. I may be 20, but that is irrelevant to my mentality, and you can be any age and have any kind of dream. You are just upset because you probably cant get it up anymore, not even in your dreams. Don't be jealous because I'm still young, and can get my nut in.
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you are so right. i can't even get my penis hard when my brain swims with thoughts of you and rihanna going at eachother's boxes til they're both oozing with blood and girl cum.
i am such a pathetic excuse for a man. i deserve to die. tell your uncle i'm ready for his wrath.
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(http://www.ifilmdb.com/Crunchyroll/Pictures/ArguingOnTheInternet-Special%20Olympics.jpg)...therefore, i will just let you continue on by yourself. :-*
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Hmm, Yeah this argument was worse than the 'your face' arguments I have in science.
Anyway, so the night before my lit paper I had a crazy perverted dream. Two new girls joined our school, both like 11 years old, extremely clever. Oriental asian looking, don't know which kind. Probably chinese/japanese since those are the two my subconscious is best with. Anyway, so they were sitting the tests with us and we had a special room to prepare in before the exams started. One of the girls was in there and did a pretty damn good picture on the computer. Then we were all like woah. She was cool.
Then my english teacher came and sent a note to the head saying, I'm going to marry those little girls. He also blew raspberries on my friends bellybutton earlier in the dream. He like, bent over her and she was giggling so much, it was weird. She was on the table. No one thought much of it.
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just try to spell "there" correctly next time.
you write and dream like you're 14 and angsty because you're mom's brother
Fail.
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just try to spell "there" correctly next time.
you write and dream like you're 14 and angsty because you're mom's brother
Fail.
Haha! Basically.
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Quite welcome! :o
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You should totally suck hip's cock. She would love it.
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word?-- she would?
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W3rd
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Last nights dream was like a game.
I was running away from Anne Robinson. It was night, and creepy.
Was in the garden, there was a big rusty truck there and someone else. A man.
I had money on me and I had a coke bottle. Big litre bottle. Half filled.
Snuck into this big house. Robinson followed me.
I got caught in the main room since I didn't know here to hide. Then it reset. Second time round I went into the bathroom.
Then I woke up.
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I enjoy those kinds of dreams, when i think about them the next morning.
I wonder if they're a step towards lucid dreaming.
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you're
i might want to cut back on loaded-gunning after nights of heavy drinking. i'm ashamed of myself.
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For shame!
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I enjoy those kinds of dreams, when i think about them the next morning.
I wonder if they're a step towards lucid dreaming.
I either remember straight after I wake up or not at all. If it's interesting enough I write it down.
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i always have a lot of sexual dreams (wet dreams) but not WET i guess orgasm dreams? and i always have war-like dreams like where i see a lot of fucked up aircrafts attacking us and i see a lot of rockets and missiles and esp blue and white hotizontal striped missiles or some shit that looks like em... and im always a nigger.
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Almost, Snausha, not quite:
(http://onlyfunnyjokes.com/bestoftheweb/wp-uploads/ducklings1.jpg)
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i always have a lot of sexual dreams (wet dreams) but not WET i guess orgasm dreams? and i always have war-like dreams like where i see a lot of fucked up aircrafts attacking us and i see a lot of rockets and missiles and esp blue and white hotizontal striped missiles or some shit that looks like em... and im always a nigger.
always a nigger? really? there's only one person whiter than me, and that's Michael Jackson. I wonder if his dick is white too.
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Only you would wonder that. You and Bagman.
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I keep having dreams with Mariska Hargitay in them. It's not a bad thing either. I had one dream with her, and it took place at a school library. Someone came up to me and hugged me or something, and Mariska was lookin toward me, and behind the persons back hugging me I gave em a weird look, and she laughed. I kept flirting with her and hitting on her, and it seemed to work cuz she kept smiling. for some reason we got in her car and went to her place, and I seduced her somehow. she kept saying she can't do it cause shes 45 and im 20. I kept whispering in her ear so what who cares, and she gave in.. and that night (in my dreams), I had sex with Mariska. --- there was other dreams with her too but nothing really good. one where she gave me a big hug, and another she drew me an inapropriate picture. idk. Yeah, it's random, but not for me cause I have a real big crush on her. ask anyone who knows me.
(http://images.askmen.com/galleries/actress/mariska-hargitay/pictures/mariska-hargitay-picture-5.jpg) ....Just incase someone didn't know who she is. :D
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Mariska is from MILF City.
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she better be a MILF. Her mom was a famous sex symbol, and her dad a famous bodybuilder.
With a mom like this
(http://www.catalogs.com/info/bestof/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/jayne_mansfield.jpg)
and a dad like this
(http://www.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2009/5/15798987_123125449928.jpg)
i would think the result would be a MILF
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an ILF of some sort, I'm sure.
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(http://4gifs.com/gallery/v/PronGIFs/Naughty_grandma.gif.html)
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eeehhnnn.....eeehhhnnn.....
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Okay, just got up from this one!
I had travelled to a country that I thought might have been in the UK, but there were lots of Chinese or Japanese people around. I was with someone (and an old asian tour guide/business man kind of dude), and we'd stopped at some kind of weird fast-food outdoor cafe to eat and ask for directions. There were a few strange places near us - one looked like an Indian food/drink place (it had Chaat in the name, I think?), another place looked like some kind of strip mall, and in the strip mall was a really sleezy hotel-looking thing.
While we were sitting, we heard people in a restraunt near us (with big glass windows, in the middle of a pond) shouting "*something something something* SAKE!" over and over. In an effort to figure out what was going on, I picked up a menu from the table, which had a blue side (in a foreign language) and a red side (in English). I realized later that this menu was a trap, since picking up & reading the red side indicated to bad guys that you were a tourist! It was at this time that I noticed a skinny asian dude sitting at a table near us, and paying close attention to what we were doing.
Anyway, the menu explained that the "sake!" place served sake, and had three different types of girls available: ones which would read poetry to you, ones which would sing & dance for you, and ones which would do anything for you. I turned to my companion and said "Rather than going where we were intending to go, we should head to that place!!"
Just then, the skinny asian dude stands up and starts talking to the old business man tour guide. I can kind of understand that he's pitching the idea that we should actually come to HIS establishment, which turns out to be the sleezy hotel. He says he can beat the prices they're offering at the other location. To prove it, he asked the old asian guy what kind of girls we like, and the old businessman tells him "smart, but not too pretty. the pretty ones think too highly of themselves."
He brings over this girl about 5 seconds later that looks like a DUDE in a wig. She recites a poem for us (which no one understands), after which a long, uncomfortable silence follows. So, I decide to clap a little, and the skinny asian guy kind of looks at me weird. Then he takes out a little metal plate, and passes it to the person I'm travelling with, who immediately passes it to me.
I get the impression that I'm supposed to tip the person, but I don't have any chinese/japanese money. So, I put some American quarters on the plate, and pass it to the old man.
Some other things happen that I can't remember.
The end of the dream is filled with very short, very ugly japanese-/chinese-style demons in green and black armor trying to steal things from me. My friend (who is now a big black dude) discovers, however, that if you pretend to be blind or deaf, then they leave you alone... except for trying to prove that you're not blind or deaf. Eventually, one of them ends up trying to steal a stapler, and some paper, and so we say "I wonder where the stapler is? I wonder where the paper is?" and the little demon puts them back.
But then the little bastard steals the paper that we stapled together, and takes it apart, looking for a secret.
That's when my alarm goes off!
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He brings over this girl about 5 seconds later that looks like a DUDE in a wig.
...
Some other things happen that I can't remember.
...or prefer not to remember, perhaps?
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maybe!
but i think it was just dream-travel, where you're magically in a different place and your dream-self is okay with that.
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I had two dreams last night.
The second one I was in a hall. Loads of people. I went to the crowds at the front, grabbed a seat. Started watching. Songs were coming onto the screen - the song I remember most clearly was supposedly by the Bloodhound Gang.
They started rapping about the guy who got the band together in the first place. They were all dressed like punks, this guy was wearing loads of green. Had spiked up green hair. Then he walked to the front, and suddenly his clothes went square and started twisting around. Had japanese/chinese writing on it. They were basically singing about their friendships and one line had something to do with TVs in it.
Then a while later I was trying to find someone so I could show off that I knew all the lyrics to the Prince of Bel Air theme tune. But I was awoken before I could do it.
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Iiiiiiin west Philadelphia born and raised.....
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...On the playground is where I spent most of my days... :P
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....chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool, shootin some b-ball outside of school....
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The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air Theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4BQxpXYPk8#lq-lq2-hq)
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I was hosting a BBQ at my house, and some guest someone had brought (who I didn't know) was really drunk, and out of the blue ran over and kicked my dog Mojo.
Mojo (understandably) got pissed off and bit him back, and then before I could even cross the yard to chill things out, the dude picks up a big chunk of brick wall (which is weird cuz there's no brick anything in my yard, and why would it be detached anyway?) and throws it onto Mojo, crushing his hind legs and back and leaving him dying in serious pain.
By this time I'd made it over to that side of the yard, and I grabbed the guy by the throat, somehow picked him up (this was a big dude) and choke-slammed him onto the ground, then beat on his face for a while with my fists, then stood up and kicked his head into complete oblivion, sorta TYB/Hartigan-style.
Then I ran and grabbed Mojo and held him as he died, and sobbed uncontrollably until I woke up.
That was pretty fucking disturbing. I was glad to find Mojo in perfect health when I woke up. He gave me one of his looks, like, "dude... the fuck's wrong with you? relax!"
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I really wanna share my dream from last night but all my weird dreams are always way too personal.
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eehhhhhhhhnnnnn ehhhhhhhnnnnn eeeeehhhhhhhhhnnnn
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Then I ran and grabbed Mojo and held him as he died, and sobbed uncontrollably until I woke up.
:'(
Good recounting of the dream, though!
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Last nights dream, I totally forgot about it and then people were talking about a science teacher who featured in my dream.
Basically there was this hotel like place. We lived in it, for every year you got older you moved up a floor.
Well, for some reason I was going down the stairs and then the little boy in front of me slipped and fell down.
He fell without touching the stairs and crashed into the wall at the bottom of that set. [the stairs were the style that go over each other so there's two sets down].
I freaked out and started crying and my previous science teacher was there. I started to go to get help but he stopped me.
He told me to stop crying and listened to see if the boy was still alive. I thought to myself where's the blood?
He said that the boy was alive and breathing although it was gettiing weaker, so I should stop crying.
Then I just stood there for a while, and he said something like "he's alive so go get help then!". So I went to the bottom to get help.
Then I was in the bottom of the science block. There was more but I can't remember. I don't get why I had this dream now either, no sense at all.
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Last nights dream was awesome!
We had a bull, I don't know why but it was a large, black bull with cheap gold plastic horns. The type that if you scratch the gold comes off and it's black underneath. We were looking after it for some organisation.
It stayed in the garden and every time it saw a person then it'd charge. It charged into the glass door but didn't break/scratch it. It also charged into the back door and it actually broke it's horns and made a hole in the door. That's when I saw the horns were made of cheapo plastic.
Our garden was much more wild than it really is so it had food. I tried to give it water twice, once it attacked me but glass and water distracting it saved me, the second time was in the night and I just chucked it into the garden from the upstairs bathroom. It slept on it's feet and snored really loudly.
Then I went down the stairs and there was absolutely tonnes of snakes. I was freaked.
It was a good dream, it was like a game. The snoring bull kinda like that sleepy bear in Okami.
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So this is the second, smaller, part to my dream the night before last. It involves LG.
I was watching a TV programme (except I was watching after filming, as if I was there at the filming, if that makes sense..?) Anyway, it was about a crazy lady who turned her life around. She used to be a LoadedGun Addict and they showed a list of what she'd wrote before as like her priorities or her routine and she'd basically written Loaded-Gun all over it cept for a few other things.
Anyway, I wanted to freeze it and then take a screenshot of the piece of paper so I could post it here but then I woke up.
Then I realised I couldn't take the screenshot, then I felt annoyed.
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Last night I dreamed I was off playing golf. Man that was good
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there were peaches all dancing and playing music. and a frog played the piano but it fell asleep. it was folk. near a tree. nice place. castle in the background. sweet
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And then tricky ran up from behind, smacked you upside the head, and called you a nigger?
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Hey Yaar, ever dream about a song that has never been sung?
I have, but just try remembering it. That's the bitch.
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Man, I've dreamed and halluninated some bad ass music. It's usually like, a full orchestra.
Then when you come to, you can't remember it for shit.
When it happens, I swear I can hear each different section. Strings, brass, percussion, etc, clear as a bell.
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THat reminds me...
A friend of mine once had a dream that he was pretty embarrassed about and blamed on all the weed he smoked over the years.
He saw everything like a cartoon... and he was in the grand canyon and these sideways flying bats were flying towards him
but there was this 80's butt rock in the background and the words were:
"Only humans will survive"
Oh god it still brings tears to my eyes. i wish i could sing it to you. He had remember segments of the melody and all
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Man, I've dreamed and halluninated some bad ass music. It's usually like, a full orchestra.
Then when you come to, you can't remember it for shit.
When it happens, I swear I can hear each different section. Strings, brass, percussion, etc, clear as a bell.
That happens to me every day when I'm sober. I make up the awesomest shit ever in my head. Only one song has ever "stuck" which I can still remember and sing to myself occasionally. My head-songs rule.....but I'm bad at letting other established songs take over, because I listen to so much music I'm bound to start thinking up some awesome song and realizing it's turned into an actual song by an actual band.
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And then tricky ran up from behind, smacked you upside the head, and called you a nigger?
It's how all my dreams end.
Hey Yaar, ever dream about a song that has never been sung?
I have, but just try remembering it. That's the bitch.
Yep! This was the latest one I remembered:
I had two dreams last night.
The second one I was in a hall. Loads of people. I went to the crowds at the front, grabbed a seat. Started watching. Songs were coming onto the screen - the song I remember most clearly was supposedly by the Bloodhound Gang.
They started rapping about the guy who got the band together in the first place. They were all dressed like punks, this guy was wearing loads of green. Had spiked up green hair. Then he walked to the front, and suddenly his clothes went square and started twisting around. Had japanese/chinese writing on it. They were basically singing about their friendships and one line had something to do with TVs in it.
Then a while later I was trying to find someone so I could show off that I knew all the lyrics to the Prince of Bel Air theme tune. But I was awoken before I could do it.
Excluding the peach music.
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That's kinda funny considering BHG used to recommend A-S on their links page. Also, didn't one/some of them used to post back in the day?
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Really? haha.. That's kinda cool.
Last nights/this mornings dream was pretty, I think. I was outside, in one of the streets nearby.
It was sometime in the morning, autumn, all the trees were orange and the sky was clear, if not close to it.
Our house was the one you'd see directly straight when entering the street. It was bigger than this one.
My room was on the top floor and I started off in there, well, what I remember started off in there.
I was doing something, i don't know what. It failed so I came outside.
Anyway, a few minutes after being outside I realised that the top of the house was on fire. My room basically. Caused by whatever I was doing earlier.
Anyway, so it took me a while to actually realise I should do something. I ran into the house and went to phone 999.
I started to tell them the situation but then my dad was there and he was shouting at me. He was at the top of the stairs.
They were putting out the fire themselves, he told me to hang up so I did. I think I told the woman we didn't need their help afterall.
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This morning I dreamed I was in a back yard somewhere, I heard a vehicle drive by and then saw a flash and heard a loud bang. A moment latter there was someone knocking on the door so I wanted to go see what was going on but there was a big black bear eating grass in the yard and when I walked by it decided it wanted to play with me by grabbing at my hands. I know it was basically playing because at one point it had several of my fingers in it's mouth but didn't bite them off. Then I got past it into the back door but I couldn't get the door locked and it kept forcing it back open. Even though it was playing I was afraid it might just get carried away.
Then I woke up and never did find out waht was going on out front.
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I had a dream the other night that freaked the fuck out of me.
It was a town near a mountain. Me and some villagers went up to this mountain cave. Inside the cave were these weird dudes who had every single one of the villager's children as hostages. In the middle of the cave was a giant translucent glass bubble. One by one, they made the villagers children walk up near this bubble and then the children would enter some kind of strange trance. They would suck a smaller glass bubble out of their own wrists, and then it would float and merge with the larger bubble and the child would proceed to get younger. I watched one kid go from what looked like a pre-teen, and then turn into a toddler, losing about 2 feet in height and lots of body mass.
What the fuck.
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That does sound weird!
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Last night I dreamed I was at the beach. FML
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Last night I dreamt Hojo was shouting at me on the phone for accidentally endangering his 18 month old baby.
After I hung up I got a call from my dad and suddenly I had 3 phones in total and the other two were going off.
It started raining and I couldn't hear my father at all and the other phones were still going off.
Then I started packing stuff into the car and.. yeah. I don't know. That wasn't fun. I dont even remember what happened to my sweetie.
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I don't know that BHG ever posted on AS, but they liked Rhubarb. They going to wear Rhubarb shirts in one of their videos but the shipment didn't get to them in time, so they wore them on The Tonight Show instead.
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what was Rhubarb before?
last nights dream involved Zoomie, Fy, Brian, a bunch of RTers and someone posting a blurry picture of their boobs in RT.
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Well? Hojo? What happened to you?
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He can't come online because he's wanted in Australia for crimes against the elderly.
Fortunately, the whole lot are desended from criminals anyway so they'll probably get over it soon.
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I can remember yesterdays dream pretty well. Probably because it was rather long.
The point at which I can remember is when I was in a limo with this guy I haven't talked to in years (he added me on facebook) and I was talking to him.
Then I got dropped off at my street. Something about my new shoes and a skirt. Hm..
Then skip a bit and I remember a huge mansion, it was dark and thundering, I think. Looked like your average stereotypical mansion really.
I was on the second floor with someone else. I can't remember who but I don't think it was someone I actually know.
Then a monster started to emerge, not the boss but the head minion. Like whispy black fumes.
And the guy that I was with was talking to me, I can't remember what but we knew we couldn't take the head min on.
And I think we tried once, but it didn't work. So we reset to the point at which the monster was emerging.
This time we jumped out the window. And went crashing down, only I cant remember how we landed or anything. I just remember jumping.
After that I was in the forest nearby. And it was creepy only I wasn't scared at the time. There was a huge monster, this guy was the boss I think.
He had roots everywhere, huge tree roots. I needed to chop some down only I kept running to find one that would be easily chopped.
Then I found one, and I started to hack at it. There might've been someone with me, I don't think so though.
Then he realised what I was doing and came at me. In a human like form, but really more like an ogre. Or an Orc.
So then I tried to fight him. I threw punches but they didn't hurt him. I tried everything. He just laughed at me. Nothing was actually damaging him.
Then he hinted at what I should really be doing - kick him in the groin. So I did that, it was very quick but I actually caused some damage.
And he crumpled in the pain. I panicked at this point, he was down and I needed to hurt him quick to get as much damage as possible because the kick didn't actually do that much.
But I don't know what happened there next. The next section of the dream was in some cloud like palace place.
I remember this one slightly better but I should scoot now so I'll just post it when I get back.
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last nights dream involved Zoomie, Fy, Brian, a bunch of RTers and someone posting a blurry picture of their boobs in RT.
Oddly enough I have a blurry picture of my boobs. But not one of Fyre's. Someone should do something about that...
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You need help to delete your pics ?
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I was trying to get into a room and the only way i could get in was by jumping onto a small ledge and then opening the door.
It was a very posh building, looked like the inside of a court room seen on TV. All furnished in mahogany and there was a painting on the wall.
Anyway, I wasn't alone. I think my brother was there too but he'd already gone in, and I saw him go on. I went to follow him but the door shut.
So I had to jump it myself, only I'd never done it before - he always did it.
And I don't know why but there was loads of spiders, and I had to try and kill them. Like I was in a game. Again.
But I didn't kill them all, I tried and failed.
And I didn't get through the door. I jumped to the ledge, fell off, and had to do it again. Second time I made it but couldn't open the door.
Then I woke up.
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Sounds like
(http://www.empire-of-the-claw.com/files/Donkey%20Kong_640.jpg)
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Woah, it's like you were there!
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he was, just not in the dream.
...but definitely in the room.
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SHHHHH!
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he was, just not in the dream.
...but definitely in the room.
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That explains the crazy monkey running around.
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Last night/this mornings dream.
I was going to get my hair cut, it was in a big hall, an attic.
Knew that because there was stairs down and the ceiling looked like an attics.
Was wearing bright purple tights and a skirt. Dont know about the top/shoes etc.
Was sitting on a chair with my parents close by.
There was 1 other person sitting on a chair going to get their hair cut too.
I didn't see them up close, didn't talk or anything to them. I don't know what gender.
There were 2 hairdressers. Both male, older, one was probably around 40 years old, the other 30.
The younger hairdresser was for the other person in the room.
I realised at one point I had rips in the tights and my skirt had ridden all the way up. (No proper skin showing though).
Anyway, then we had to keep moving the chair around since the older hairdresser was pissed off at us because the hair pin was taken out of my hair.
Only, it can't have been my hair because I got there after everyone and never had a pin in my hair..
So I was sitting there all confused. And my parents were bitchin' about the hairdresser who kept storming around angrily.
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Forgot to post this yesterday. One of my dreams, the only one I can remember, had me playing a game.
I was at the top of a mountain, and I had to get an object, small shiny, kinda looked like a knife but wasn't one. Might've been glass actually..
Getting the object was pretty easy, I grabbed it from the air/side. It might've been on a stand but I don't know.
Once I had the object all the people around me (farmer like hicks in horse and carriages) started to chase me.
The game was to get to the bottom of the mountain without any of them catching me. Simple enough.
I was like a shadowy black figure, (makes me think of Bartimaeus if anyone read the trilogy, although I doubt it).
Anyway, so I started off at the top of the mountain. I panicked, didn't know which way to go but luckily there were not many and I managed to start my descent.
I messed up sometimes, didn't know where to go, I knew i had to be quick because it would get a lot harder at the end.
I got stuck at one point and had to go round a loop twice (I was constantly moving, had no choice about that).
Realised which way I had to go and managed to jump the carriage in the way.
It was down a mountain but this part looked like it was out of a cowboy game.
I was switching between watching myself do it and actually doing it.
I never got to the bottom of the mountain though, I woke up before that; I only managed to get like halfway.
Probably good though, means I managed to 'quit' the game before it got too hard. I suck at computer games, I always panic when it gets harder.
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You're not much of a regular drinker, huh?
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Normally I just wake up and wish I hadn't
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When I drank the other night I had another nightmare. I seem to have this same nightmare over and over again. My twin sister is trying to kill me in a different way in each dream. One time she tried to kill me with a chain saw, another time by drowning me, and the last time by bludgeoning me.
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I like a good snuff dream.
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You're not much of a regular drinker, huh?
Sadly not.
I had another game related dream, like Okami, but with dusty shops and savage wolves.
In that my brother got us killed when we were trying to escape.
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I had a dream that I banged my friend`s mom in the ass. A few days later in the real world I hear from her that she likes anal. I smiled to myself.
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Dude... Your friend's mom is like 60.
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50
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What's the difference, you sick bastard?
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I think it's significant. 50 year olds can be smokin'
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yucky.
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The first note that kicks against my optic nerves are Evan's knees closing down hard on the bum's shoulders, pinning his arms like two pulsing tubes of processed meat. This is the first note in that my eyes are beginning to focus for the first time weeks, at least that I can recall. A new composition is always exciting. Very exciting.
We practice on abandoned train platforms. We use the homeless, turn them into zombies, (Yes, that is our work.) We are also science fiction writers. We smoke Bali Shag. Bugler and Kite are always too dry; Joker and Samson have stems and bird's eyes that tear through the paper. We always give money and smokes to the homeless.
The second note: My hands gripping a pair of scrawny legs that seem plastic through the torn wind-breaker's fabric. I almost stumble out of focus again and the whole damn composition would have had to be begun all over from the start at some later date, but Evan has the presence of mind to hurl an irritated "FUCK!" that punctuates in perfect nuance the icy tinge of my whiskey-soaked blood and body. I become aware.
I hear the clank of the Folger's Crystals can as Evan sets it down with purpose onto the slick pavement and rifles through the pockets of his navy blue pea-coat for a tube of white facial cream. So much color in this composition despite itself: Skin and brushed concrete white as snow, folds of cloth blue as midnight, combat boots and dress shoes as black and shiny as the mountains of filthy ice outside. The bum is breathing heavy, though he makes little more noise than someone in the midst of an unsettling dream, a dream not quite the full on, full bore nightmare that might wake him. (The best part of waking up...)
We should be models, but we have bad teeth and clothes never fit us properly. Evan looks like a Greek god that just escaped a labor camp, his hard shoulders threatening to tear the fabric stretched tight across his back, his belt loose even after I've watched him put at least two new holes in it over the past month. I look like the figure of Death from a medieval woodcut Calvin-Klein ad. I can picture myself, scythe in hand, chasing Fionna Apple through well-appointed Manhattan apartments, one-thousand thread count designer robes flapping behind me like morphine dreams. Our one attempt at making money off our looks, fueled as it was by Evan's desperate desire to buy his last lover a ring before she ran off, did not end well. We cannot be trusted under the influence of whiskey, wine makes us manipulative, beer makes us silly and unconvincing, and all three results the photographer sobbing threats of legal action amongst the ruins of an after-party.
We love Latin women, Persian women, Mediterranean women. We love them long-legged, olive-skinned, dark-eyed, Daddy-issued. We adore our dominatrices, our pole-dancers, our recovering runaways. We never go looking for them, but they find us. They find us, and they come at us mood-swinging. They keep us on our toes. Like all women they seek to manipulate, but only these stray-est of kittens make it all worthwhile.
We always dream as strangers watching ourselves and people we know. We ALWAYS dream as strangers watching ourselves and people we know...
We identify each other in the murk of smoke-blackened bars by way of a secret handshake called Delirium Tremens.
We want to overthrow everything so we don't have to pay for anything, unless it's with blood and fear.
Our blood.
Our fear.
At work, we have employee evaluations. I am told my work is exemplary. I'm a big asset to the company. In three years I have never called out sick or been even a minute late. They express vague concern at the fact I have never taken a vacation. I will be receiving a twelve cent raise. Times is rough. They tell me I should be happy to even have a job...
"Hey! No meditating! This is hoodoo-time!"
Evan squeezes the tube of facial cream which blobs out cooly dotting and dabbing the man's greasy black face. He begins to flail. He pisses himself. Down the alley three boys in matching black muscle T's pass by with a drunken girl in tow. She attempts to climb onto a bicycle chained to a metal post, laughing, too impressed with her own little escapades. It occurs to me I have to work in the morning. It occurs to me that this was my idea. (Uh-huh--Uh-huh)
Evan smears the cream over the bum's face. The bum's head moves side to side. For a second I feel like I'm in some back ally street spa--making this man over (and over). Evan slips the cream back into his pocket and grabs the coffee can, removing the lid and placing it over the bum's mouth. The bum's breath enters this short, tin tunnel with a soft, metallic moan. Evan looks at me sharply and squarely and at this cue I find weird jumbo crossing through the slur of my speech. My spine becomes an electric eel, and I commit to it whole-heartedly: "OOO-WHA-MAU-MAU-OOO-WHA-MAU-MAU-ZOWI-ZOWI-MOO-MOO-MAU-MAU--". Evan, streetlight pale, bald head kind of bobbing to the jumbled word-sounds, looks down at the can. It occurs to me that we are both grown men and very, very dangerous children...
Evan slaps the top back onto the can quickly, sets a calling card for "Lethe Staffing Solutions" neatly onto our mark's heaving chest, and is on his feet quick as a switchblade. We have a train to catch. I have to work in the morning.
In the weird, yellow tint of the subway car a man begins a gospel sermon with, "I don't want to scare anyone... I'M NOT! TRYING! TO SCARE ANYONE!"
Outside a hispanic couple fights like two dueling machine guns. I could listen to these two all night, though. They are screaming with life.
At home- I open my hall closet which I have christened 'The Evidence Room'-- micro-cassettes and mini DV's stacked in no particular order, a small box filled with scattered notes written on scraps of paper. I draw one at random. It reads: YOU ARE JASSY PARDUCHI. YOU ARE A PORN DIRECTOR FROM THE 1940'S. YOU ARE KNOWN AS 'THE KING OF STAG'----
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TLDR
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She is 50 with the body of a 30 year old.
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my daddy didn't love me enough
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She is 50 with the body of a 30 year old.
Who wants that? Srsly.
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She is hot.
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and barren.
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And old.
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And hot!
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And old.
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with the body of a 30 year old!
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That's old.
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and illiterate.
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That's old.
What can I say, chicks that dig anal turn me on.
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Yucky.
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|Name: Daddy |
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|Leagues: Loaded-Gun |
| NAMBLAforum |
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|Position: Ass Man, 1987-1992 (Rookie) |
| Breast Man, 1992-2002 |
| Hole Man, 2003-2009 (Little League) |
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|Game Song: Anything Kid Rock |
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|You Will Know Him By: The Boldness of |
|his Skidmark, Funk |
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|Last Dated: Kyle's Mom /
| Kyle |
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|______________________________________/\___|
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|Name: Daddy |
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|Leagues: Loaded-Gun |
| NAMBLAforum |
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|Position: Ass Man, 1987-1992 (Rookie) |
| Breast Man, 1992-2002 |
| Hole Man, 2003-2009 (Little League) |
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|Game Song: Anything Kid Rock |
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|You Will Know Him By: The Boldness of |
|his Skidmark, Funk |
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|Last Dated: Kyle's Mom /
| Kyle |
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|______________________________________/\___|
I am so not a Kid Rock fan who doesn't wear underwear, except assless panties.
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I remember the field, there was my old geo teacher. I was looking down on as if i were flying over them (ha!) and they were in the field of my primary school. Very pretty it was. The colours all golden and pretty.
Then there was my friend, whom i miss, making something in the snow. I think we were in the courtyard type area of my current school. It's like a rectangle, there's some archways and there's a tree on the left. Exit opposite it on the right. There was a bench, it said something like 'jizz horse' and two other words i can't remember. His mother was there (she taught me when I was 8 years old). I remember thinking I can't let her see the bench but I don't think she noticed.
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I had a dream with snow at a school as well.
Someone was doing a research project regarding BEARS and CEMETARIES, and I'd set up the electronics to support the project.
There was something wrong with one of the cameras, and water (!!) was spewing out of it (!!). When I went out to check what was going on, I couldn't find a problem, even though the camera still showed water coming out.
There was lots of snow, and I was running in slacks.
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I have no dreams, just crushing reality.
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I dreamed a dream in time gone by
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I'm kinda starting to remember dreams again (touch wood).
I woke up at 7am, remembered my dream, went back to sleep, had another dream and then consequently forgot dream 1.
Then I slept in the middle of the day but I can't remember that one either...
Anyway, dream 1 and dream 2 were about the same person. I know that much.
In my second dream I was on skype, talking to them. We had our usual stupid like conversations.
I think marriage was mentioned, in a joking way. Then someone else came online. Tofun, to be precise. From RT.
He totally spammed me. Kept saying 'jai' again and again, insanely quickly. Then it became skewed, kept saying gibberish.
And after that he said 'I feel the same way about you'. Only, I didn't realise it was him.
I thought it was still the first person I was talking to. So I began to type a response when I realised who it was.
I got annoyed.
The other thing about the dream I remember is falling asleep whilst talking to the first person.
The thing is I have fallen asleep talking to people online before. It's sad and pathetic, but true.
Only, that was at 1am. In my dream the sun was shining, the colours were very pretty.
My room was reorganised too. Currently sitting at my laptop the window is to my left.
In the dream I was at a computer and sitting directly in front of the window, so I could see out.
I was also higher/the window was lower.
I fell asleep in the dream from 4pm - 4.30pm (i checked in it). And I apologised.
That's all i know, I don't know which section happened first but I do know I spent WAY too much time online.
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I'd returned to college, but it was a military college (partially). I was there to review some training configurations, as well as implement changes in various protocols.
My name was Major Anders (all I saw from my badge), and I had a Lieutenant working under me whom I called, at some point, Anton. I'm not sure if that was a first or last name.
Anton at some point asked me what position I'd played in football; I responded that I'd been a fullback.
It took about an hour or rapid-fire question-answer for to me work through some of the current policies with Anton. I identified some improvements that needed to occur, but left them alone. We dismissed, and headed to lunch.
At lunch, we met a girl with big boobs (she had on a tight pink shirt) and a hawkish nose. She talked about how she was having an easy semester so far, but it was just because she took alternating years (and then moved her hand up and down in a pits & valleys kind of aerial graph). She asked why we weren't talking much, and I explained that I'd just run Anton through the wringer about some things, and he laughed.
Then, the girl complained that she shouldn't have eaten what appeared to be some kind of shrimp lettuce wrap, and that she was now feeling fat.
This is when I woke up.
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Anton at some point asked me what position I'd played in football; I responded that I'd been a fullback.
Were you actually?
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Anton at some point asked me what position I'd played in football; I responded that I'd been a fullback.
Were you actually?
No, that's the weird thing. I was an Offensive Guard.
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I got called ugly. I had my photo taken. I argued with a pretty boy I hate.
I went to a safari park. And saw the giraffes. Their enclosure was called 'fondu and pendi'.
I talked to a woman, janine from eastenders. Only she was nice. And we discussed the safari park.
I had a different bag too. My bright green quiksilver bag was inside another bag and I didn't want to use it.
Anyway, then I had to leave. I was late, people were annoyed.
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High above the sky is burning bright, all orange and yellow of a dancing flame. I myself am burning something hotter, burning from within, my blood on fire, my heart the pounding inferno of Dionysian savages set about a sacrifice. My legs will barely support my weight, for they are febrile, too feeble to straighten. My cane, a pitch-glossed blackthorn, tapping against the cracked concrete, echoing across and re-crossing the street, bounding from the crumbling brick and shining steel that walls this barren canyon. Those walls, those buildings, standing over me in judgment, their faces darkened by their own short shadows. I do not slacken my pace in their condemnation, I do not slack my pace for the sake of my lame leg, my bent back. Click clack, click clack, I drive myself faster, faster than those few others traveling my way, passing them by with hard shoulders coiling like serpents beneath my rough black shirt, serpents hard and hissing like the grave.
Women, the young girls who once cried out their love for me, they come the other way every now and then through this endless noon, passing me in their swirling skirts, their lazy summer dresses, their sweat-sculpted tresses. My own red-gold locks are long since shorn, my face baked as lean and Quixotic as that of a wooden Indian, yet it is not this which keeps my secret. Most of all, most of all, it is my crooked gait, my bowed head hiding those protean, Promethean eyes, it is the bending of the back which once stood strangely tall. By this they do not know me, though their wombs do still remember. I feel it in the air between us, even as I watch them only as the coursing hound watches the briars as they fly past. I feel their gate slacken as their legs widen almost imperceptibly, as their pelvises tilt, as they wonder at their own sudden loss of grace. Their hems wave to me in siren semaphore, and then they are passed, left wondering at this dark stranger as they would a fevered dream lost to the morning routine.
I arrive at length before the wrought iron gates, and as I touch their artful convulsions, their beauteous black contortions, they burst open, crying out in ecstasy and adoration.
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I was walking through a forest behind some apartments in another state in my bra, panties, and cowboy boots. Then a sexy ripped guy comes after me while I am giggling and running away. He catches me and pushes me against a tree and takes his belt off and takes my hands and ties them behind my back around the trunk of the tree. Then he pulls my underwear down, picks me up with one arm, strangles me with the other, and fucks me hard against the tree. Then he makes me crouch down and give him a blow while he is holding my head and ramming his cock in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes he blows his load all over my tits and lets me go. Then he picks me up and carries me back to his apartmemnt.erg.dsf.g...... wait.. this wasn't a dream, it was real life!
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I had a dream that danzig called me and told me how he'd been dating a girl for 4 weeks, and that he was really happy.
Then there was a long uncomfortable pause, which I filled with "Have you killed her yet?"
Danzig said "Uh... I gotta go."
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hahahaha
I had a dream last night that I had to cut off my hands to give them to my unborn child so that he could recreate me via DNA. Then some scientists ripped the child from my womb, cut off my hands, and killed me. It was weird.
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I had a dream where a co-worker asked me "so, which one is your favorite?" while I was reading LG.
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Did you have this dream before or after the 2nd cock pic was posted ??
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my and my brother needed to give this guy a parcel.
it used our birthnames, and thus was very dangerous, but i think it was a spa set.
anyway, we tried to give it to the guy but when we found it we hid from him.
i don't know why. he was going to attack us or something.
unfortunately, when we hid i went under the windowsil but my head was still visable.
he found us easily.
and then it started a big battle.
and i was trying to do magic but i couldn't. so i just made the explosion sound effects in the hope that it would help my magic making abilities.
and i remember his apartment was on floor 3 and me and my bro were like, hey, let's go to the top floor!!
after that i was at school. but this was not the new school i am at currently, this was different. the school was actually in our house.
anyway, cut a long story short.
there was this weird asian dude who thought i had a crush on him when i was trying to be nice.
there was a guy from my current school there who made neat smalltalk.
him: so how's it going?
me: fine, it's just fine, everything's fucking fine, everything's always fucking fine, even the word fine is fine!!
-pause-
you?
him: he smiles and shrugs.
zoe was there with a greenday folder
the weird asian dude was competing in the olympics (oh yeah, we were hosting the olympics).
and i messsed up my speech again.
i wanted to say something beginning with p and ended up saying presentational. i don't know how.
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this one does not even make SENSE...
i had a dream that 3 Indian girls were fighting over me. Then, one of them called my girlfriend from high school, threatened her, and asked why she (the caller) was not allowed to date me.
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I had a dream I was cuddling and making out with a friend of mine. We were naked and in my bed. My wife comes in and says it is time for her to go but tells me that I can get with her tomorrow. I fucking wish.
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I had a dream that I woke up and got laid. Then I woke up and got laid.
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I had a dream that I was living in a dystopian soviet-bloc country of steel and ice. I dreamed that I had become the leader of a throng of street urchins and we were starting the revolution. I would rally them onward and we would overcome great difficulties, but always there would be one or two poor saps who got caught up in the gears of the machine. There were two kids who got pinched in the hinge of some massive metal door and as I tried to extract them the party advanced. People were shouting for me to resume the lead, and everyone had abandoned these kid who were begging for help. The door finally put an end to their miserable lives right before my eyes. A little further on, I'd asked two boys to climb up these tanks to get a good view of the area ahead so we would know what we were up against. One boy made it fine, but the other had begun climbing a poorly-insulated tank of liquid nitrogen. Sitting on the roof of the tank, he froze his legs clear to the tank and began to freeze to death as I implored him to just rip his flesh to extricate himself.
I kind of half-awoke at this point, and I was in that state where I could have gone back to the dream if I'd wanted to (e.g. if the dream was about a hot threesome or whatever), but I decided I'd seen enough death and misery for the night.
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I dreamed last night that I cloned a giant cock and then gave it to Kyle. My dreams give me excellent real life ideas.
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A few nights ago I dreamed that spiders had eaten my cock. I've never had a happier morning.
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I had a dream that Sasha cooked pancakes for me. I woke up and she was there in my kitchen flipping her flapjacks in just an apron. The pancakes were good, too.
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I don't understand how you people have dreams about each other. I picture you all as looking like your avatar.
Sasha is a chubby mexican dude, thrash and tricky are celebrity men, mosh is a gay-pride kangaroo, and si is si. Daisy mae and krsna have succeeded in confusing me through too much use of the mr.t, but krsna's slowly beginning to be associated in my mind with just a big cock.
Anyway if I was having a dream about Sasha it would be about the chubby mexican kid.
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Sasha is a chubby mexican dude, thrash and tricky are celebrity men, mosh is a gay-pride kangaroo, and si is blue.
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In my dreams I have bigger tits if that makes it better in anyway.....
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bigger tits make everything better always
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I dreamed last night that I was driving really really drunk and a cop turned on his lights behind me and I couldn't even hardly see I was so wasted.
Fucking scary.
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I had a dream that I was driving down the street and there were a couple hookers singing 53rd & 3rd by the Ramones. Weird, indeed.
The Ramones - 53rd & 3rd (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qllJOwLURNc#normal)
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I just had a dream that I was playing a new Team 17 game in my computer room, and that Mosh walked in and said "what're you doing?"
Then I woke up, and Mosh was going out for a smoke. (!!)
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Why was Mosh in your room, while you were asleep..hmm.. (?)
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I dreamed last night that I was driving really really drunk and a cop turned on his lights behind me and I couldn't even hardly see I was so wasted.
Fucking scary.
I dreamed last night that I was driving to Jolly Harbour to see my friends' band play. I'd just gotten out of town, into the country area, so I thought it would be a good time to spark the massive joint I'd rolled for the road. Two pulls in, I round a corner and oops, there's a fucking police stop just up ahead. Pinched the cherry off, stuck the joint in an empty beer can, crushed the can, stuck it under the passenger seat. Spritz of cologne, then the waiting game. Eventually I got to the roadblock, and all they were checking for was stuff like bad tyres, road tax, illegal tint, etc. Despite having lost the joint (the can wasn't quite empty, unfortunately), I was pretty relieved to get to the bar and see the band.
Oh right, that wasn't actually a dream.
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Dreaming that I'm absolutely shit-faced drunk is actually probably my most common dream.
My theory is that I often slightly wake up during the night and through blurry eyes I see the world as if I were incredibly drunk.
These dreams suck since I'm usually trying to do important things and the drunkenness gets in the way and is my worst problem in the dream.
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When I'm shitfaced drunk I can't go to sleep because I have these white lights that repeatedly flash in front of my eyes. I have to stop binge drinking one night a week.
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I dreamt this morning that I was in a world ruled by Vampires, and that my father had found a way to give all of the remaining humans leukemia. He died earlier than he expected though, and I had to try to figure out his notes without dying, myself.
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My brother bought high school musical 3 secretly, he had it delivered by van to the house, my parents got back early though and found out and got really mad at him for buying it.
I think this dream was inspired by a conversation I had earlier in the week; in the convo I said I wanted to watch HSM3.
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I think your brother is gay.
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I think your brother is gay.
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and your parents are on crack if they're upset about him buying that.
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Pssst! It was a dream.
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fuck this thread
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I dozed off on the couch and dreamed I was doing a Handstands for Christ benefit drive.
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Do not walk towards the light.
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I think your brother is gay.
this dream was inspired by a conversation I had earlier in the week; in the convo I said I wanted to watch HSM3.
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I think your brother is gay.
Pssst! It was a dream.
Pssst! I know, I was kidding.
this dream was inspired by a conversation I had earlier in the week; in the convo I said I wanted to watch HSM3.
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I had a dream where aliens had invaded the Earth. However, many of them were in malfunctioning vehicles... I think the implication was that their main ship had blown up, and all of the debris/escape pods just happened to land on Earth.
The aliens which were trapped were able to send out these psychic screams which would either make people insane, or basically just kill them outright.
Anyway, for whatever reason I was visiting Aaron and we were driving around someplace that was mountainous & cold. We were in his truck, and the radio wasn't working. But all of the sudden, it started to pick something up - whistling, like old style radio tubes would do under interference. Aaron was like "must be one nearby." and started to turn the truck around.
I said something about the radio, and he turned the dial just slightly and we suddenly heard an old style radio program. It sounded like science fiction from the 20s. And I was like "DUDE. This is ours. They're trying to communicate!"
So, we keep driving until we find the crashed alien ship, and it looks different from all of the other crap around it (and it's only slightly larger than the truck). We end up getting out of the truck and knocking some mud off of the ship, which allows it to free itself from the rest of the caked on mud and open the front door.
Aaron disappears somewhere, and I'm left standing in front of the ship when a caterpillar about the size of a mastiff comes out, looks at me, and then goes invisible.
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You're all making this up, everyone dreams of sex and hedonism
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i slept in the day.
i was in pizza hut, i had to go to the bathroom.
they were organised weird.
i remember seeing the ice cream machine, i wanted ice cream.
i remember no more than that,
i know last night i had a dream where i talked to someone on skype.
he said everyone knew and linked me to LG. it made no sense.
I think it was Lucas' post he linked me to.
and i had a dream with my family too...but i remember even less of that one.
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You're all making this up, everyone dreams of sex and hedonism
Sex dreams are extremely rare for me. My dreams are action.
I had a dream last night that my most-hated professor was under the suspicion of the cops for having done something terrible. The thing is they kept trying to get at him while he was teaching the class and he would have none of it.
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Most of my dreams are sexual in nature. Quite graphic and vivid, too. It's the most action I get these days.
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I dont have sex dreams much.
4 in 16 years.
3 of those were rape dreams from like a year ago,
And 1 I dont remember really.
I have a lot of forum dreams though.
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I have wet dreams sometimes. I also wake up and masturbate almost twice a day now.... ugh.
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I also wake up and masturbate almost twice a day now.... ugh.
I'm more surprised you're waking up almost twice a day. Do you get naps?
I'm supremely jealous.
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Ditto.
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Yea, I wake up after my nap at work and masturbate and then wake up in my bed and masturbate.
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I dreamt about LG.
About Katie, and I think Zoomie.
Fy was in it too.
And there was drunk posting.
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I keep dreaming about work, and fucking up at work. It's kinda disturbing, especially when I then have to wake up and go to work.
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When I worked 8-5 I would wake up at 9 on the weekends and shout, "ah fuck! I'm late!" Every single fucking weekend!
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I've been dreaming about a girl I had a huge crush on in high school & living in Idaho. It is incredibly depressing.
I wake up in the morning wishing I had never left the Rockies, with a horrible feeling that I don't belong where I am.
I cope much better with fire, brimstone, apocalypse, whatever fucked up shit I usually dream about than relatively mundane, pleasant dreams.
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Where are you living now, Emp? Are you on the East Coast?
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Emps dreams make me suicidal...............
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Yeah, I live in Baltimore.
I prefer the west. If the job market in Oregon/Idaho/Washington wasn't already shitty two years ago, I would've moved back after I got my MS.
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For the past two nights, I've woken up just as I dreamed of a hilltop on fire.
I have no idea what it means, but according to this (http://dreamcrowd.com/dream_dictionary/1425/hill) website (http://dreamcrowd.com/dream_dictionary/4139/fires), it means I need to find a new path because my endeavors are basically fucked.
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But you don't do anything so I don't get it.
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I had a dream this morning I actually remembered. It was about somebody stalking my family by looking at genealogical websites and searching for my last name. Completely random.
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I dreamed that the word "bale" was a curse word in other languages.
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I dreamed of Christian Bale one time and it was a sexy party.
(http://www.blogcdn.com/nl.cinematical.com/media/2008/10/christian_bale25new.jpg)
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I dreamt of a bed in a bathtub.
it was a steel bathtub, and the steel frame support for the mattress was suspended on castors inside the tub.
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1.5 hours sleep last night. I hate you guys.
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I slept in the afternoon, and I had a dream about a dream that I was sitting with 13 on a white couch with a blue light shining on us from behind, and we were talking about why i had to move away.
but then i woke up in the dream and came here and told you guys about the dream. the house i was in was really creepy, though, with tapestries and cloth hung all over the place, and not always straight against walls; sometimes, it was diagonal across a room or doorway. so, i got a little freaked out in the dream, and thought "man, i need to get out of this place, quick."
and then i woke up and thought "man, there's no way i can tell them about that dream now."
so, here we are.
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I never had the dreaming-you're-dreaming dream, but I did have the becoming-conscious-that-your-dream-is-a-dream dream. The dream people in that episode argued the point with me so emphatically that my neurotic nature surfaced and I began to doubt myself. So nothing cool happened: I didn't start to fly or get to have a threesome with anybody famous. I guess I learned something about my self-confidence levels, though.
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I've been aware I'm dreaming lots of times, pretty often in fact. The worst is being in a nightmare, being aware of being in a nightmare, and not being able to will yourself out of it. Part of Coraline (which I watched last night) reminded me of that.
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I had a dream a few nights ago that some guys carjacked me. I handed over my keys and phone and wallet like a sensible person, and told them that was all I had. The lead guy got all in my face and told me he wanted the two ounces of weed, too. I told him that I didn't have those anymore, that I'd had them several days earlier and had dropped them off.
The guy grabbed at me and told me to take him to where I'd dropped them off, which was my house (all this is pretty factual, by the way, apart from the actual carjacking). I was fucked if I was gonna let these fucks know where I lived, or take them back to where Amy was and let them steal even more shit, so I grabbed the dude by the throat with both hands and strangled the fuck out of him against my jeep. Crushed his windpipe (it went "pop" which may or may not happen in real life, I have no idea) and killed him on the spot.
He slumped down on the ground and his boys ran away, and I was left wondering what the fuck to do. I figured there was nothing wrong with me taking back my stuff, since the police would probably just steal all the money in my wallet and I'd likely never get the phone back either, so I went through the guy's pockets and got the stuff. Then I called the cops, and started worrying about how they were gonna react to a foreign white boy having just strangled a local to death. Then I started really freaking out, wondering if I'd gone too far and hadn't really needed to actually kill the guy, despite the fact that he had a gun and probably would've killed me if I hadn't finished him. Then I started worrying if I could prove that I'd been in mortal danger, etc.
Then I woke up all freaked out. Worrying like that sucks in a dream.
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Oh right, that wasn't actually a dream.
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If I don't have sex for a week or more I start having sex dreams. I hate them because I wake up alone in my bed after I have them.
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You sure they are dreams ?
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I guess they aren't dreams.
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I had a dream I was Face from the A Team and we were trying to recover stolen Cambodian gold from a psychotic scientist who looks a lot like Devin Townsend and hip was helicopter pilot dropping us off at our target. Odd.
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Oh yeah, I had a weird dream last night. I dreamed I was immortal, but that I was also paralyzed and couldn't move. I was conscious of everything in the room and I knew I would live forever so I regretted the fact that I couldn't move. I kept hoping someone or something would come in, but nothing did.
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Holy fuck, that's a depressing dream.
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i had a dream i left my school, went to another one less snobby posh one. but i was scared because i didnt know what they would be like at the new one. and if it turned out it was crap then i wouldnt be able to come back. the snobby posh one was beautiful though in the dream. it had like a main chamber sorta thing with loads of wildlife and birds and animals.. it even had a waterfall.
i didnt tell anyone i was leaving. i just went.
then later on i had a dream they were making a list for people going to this dance thing that took classics (a subject I took).
i watched them and they knew i was there but they never put my name down.
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the other night i dreamt i was being chased around tesco with a mouldy spliff by my friend.
welll.. shes not really a friend but we have the same circle of friends so eh.
anyway, she was doing that to try and get me high.
i squirted baby oil on the floor to stop her.
i kept trying to run fast but i couldnt, no matter how hard i tried and she was catching up to me.
it wasnt nice.
oh yeah and she got her mug shot taken in tesco, it was up on the screen.
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Kind of the reverse of my normal dream where I'm running open-fingered toward a spliff I'm chasing but the floor is covered in baby oil and I can make no headway.
j/k
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Kind of the reverse of my normal dream where I'm running open-fingered toward a spliff I'm chasing but the floor is covered in baby oil and I can make no headway.
j/k
Night terror!
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I often have dreams where I need to fight someone and am suddenly super-weak. It usually feels kinda like I'm trying to punch or kick while submerged in water.
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No, my real most common dream is that I'm too drunk to perform the activities I want to do. Same basic idea, though. Extremely annoying.
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I've had those, especially being too drunk and driving too fast and only barely not crashing dreams.
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I often have dreams where I need to fight someone and am suddenly super-weak. It usually feels kinda like I'm trying to punch or kick while submerged in water.
I've had a few like that too.
..but I'm always super weak.
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I dreamed I totally molested a friends wife ... and she didn't mind!
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I dreamed I totally molested a friends wife ... and she didn't mind! was powerless to stop me!
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I had a dream that a brothel opened up at a less than comfortable hotel and the code phrase for by the hour rate was "I would like the hot lunch." I had three hos with me who were all strippers from a local club. They sold out of rooms and then we looked for the ice machine. I then was woken up by a friend who called me. I was just a few moments away from getting laid...in my dreams.
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Last night I had a dream that Sasha and some guy she was friends with were passing through town and they were staying at my place for the night. For some reason in the dream I was still with the ex wife, and she got all pissy about the house guests and said something really nasty that made me punch her in the face. Her cheek was all busted up, so I spent the rest of the dream trying to not get caught by the po-po.
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Hahaha!
I didn't know you had a previous wife, dude.
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Well, it was a dream.
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I dream with lingering side effects
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Oh, I have an ex wife alright. She's a cunt.
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*yawn*
Whine to me when you have two.
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Two?
I have zero ex wives and am not entirely convinced that I want a first wife to be able to make an ex.
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don't want an ex.
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I used to tell certain guys that I dated that they would make really good ex husbands. Then they started proposing and I had to stop saying that.
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I'd make a good ex husband.
Of course, the same lack of emotional attachment would probably make me a horrible husband.
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When I get married I will make sure my fiancee knows full well I am not going to get a divorce, ever.
yesterdays dream i was in classics.
with loads of people from french.
we were reading the book.
but at the end it had loads of words missing.
someone had tried to write them in.. and failed.
theyd also tried to paint it.
and do shades to make it look pretty.
but also failed at that.
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When I get married I will make sure my fiancee knows full well I am not going to get a divorce, ever
Nobody goes into a marriage intending to get divorced. But shit happens. Relationships end.
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People today get divorced over the most trivial bullshit, though. If I were marrying, an above-average degree of commitment would be prerequisite. I don't want to waste my time under false impressions.
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Nobody goes into a marriage intending to get divorced. But shit happens. Relationships end.
No I mean it, I can compromise on some things.. but not divorce.
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Nobody goes into a marriage intending to get divorced. But shit happens. Relationships end.
No I mean it, I can compromise on some things.. but not divorce.
So what would you do if your husband wanted a divorce? Murder/suicide? There's not really a way you can stop them from just ditching the marriage if that's what they want to do.
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that's very strong coming from someone who's future life partner will be vetted, or more likely chosen by her family
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She always has the opition of being disowned. Saves a fortune on Aged care too.
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So what would you do if your husband wanted a divorce? Murder/suicide? There's not really a way you can stop them from just ditching the marriage if that's what they want to do.
They can ditch the marriage, sure, but I wont sign to divorce.
that's very strong coming from someone who's future life partner will be vetted, or more likely chosen by her family
My parents are against divorce too.
They're more likely to disown me for getting divorce tbh.
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So what would you do if your husband wanted a divorce? Murder/suicide? There's not really a way you can stop them from just ditching the marriage if that's what they want to do.
They can ditch the marriage, sure, but I wont sign to divorce.
I don't think you have to sign it. The court would grant it even over your protests. I know they do in the US & what I read online indicates that they will in the UK too.
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I dont know the rules about it.
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Well now you do.
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...and knowing is half the battle!
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Half ? ... You wont see her comming Si.
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When I get married I will make sure my fiancee knows full well I am not going to get a divorce, ever.
I still think this is a perfectly valid way to say what Sakhi meant.
If her husband ditches her and she refuses to sign the divorce papers and the court grants the husband a divorce over her refusal, I think it would be fair to say that the husband went to get a divorce. Or you could say that a divorce was imposed on her perhaps, or that the court acted to divorce her from her husband.
Still, using strict grammar construction I think she could say that she never "went to get a divorce" per se. She had never "gone to get a divorce."
Anyway, just saying...
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Why's it so tense in here?
(ETA emphasis)
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Is it tense? I wasn't trying to make things tense. I'm just into the devil's advocacy.
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think verbs, doorm.
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I stand by my ambiguous statement. Tense is a fact of life. It was incidental to my argument.
...or would that get me laughed off the stage? Hmm... Yeah, nevermind. In all honesty I was really just selling you clever Johhny Wordsmiths short. Heh, good show.
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In my dream I was speaking french.
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I dreamed of an alien robot take-over. They invaded by balloon, which was pretty neat.
I had dreamed this one before, though, so I didn't make all of the same mistakes when hunting them down. I already knew where the puzzles were, and generally how to solve them.
The only downside was that the "boss" was still masked when I got to him (since I got there so quickly) and I had to use an alien garbage disposal to kill him. This was a much less elegant solution compared to the pen laser I used in the original version of the dream.
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last night i dreamt i was doing biology, i didnt even take biology.
we were really behind with the work - we were making a presentation, like a poster or sumshit.
but then one of my best friends turned up, she was with her 2 sisters.
i had to get rid of her because i didnt want the teacher (who was ginger and tall) to find out she was here.
this meant i had to leave which sucked because, like i said, we were behind.
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I flew a spitfire in my dream last night.
in another dream i was in a theme park, i could describe it... if I understood it.
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I had a dream that I took this little black kid to a guitar hero game show taping, for black kids. Then a little black girl peed on stage and everybody laughed. I laughed too, and then I woke up.
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It started off fair enough, we used the horses. We were on the top of the hierarchy and then suddenly it changed.
From the horse stable area came an orange, striped arm. And they were hungry.
I grabbed a horse and we went away, thought its okay, just a few tigers but then suddenly the whole place was swarmed with them.
They killed and ate everyone, there was mass panic. We were lucky - we made it into a rich persons house and luckily they let us stay.
We locked the doors, made sure no supertigers (because they werent just tigers) would be able to get in.
We sat around the living room, fearful.
My father had to go somewhere, I dont know where or why, not now and I dont think i did in the dream either.
I talked to my mother, she told me to get my ID card, so when relief came I would be helped. Without it I wouldnt of been.
She kept telling me again and again, eventually it worked and I left the safety of the house.
Outside it was dark, and actually thinking about it this whole dream was in darkness.
I walked to the house quickly, when I got there all the cars in the street were being towed away.
I entered the house, the door was open anyway, quickly went up the stairs and grabbed my ID card.
Then I realised that was actually my library card and I grabbed my actual ID card.
In my room I felt safer than in the street or downstairs and so I thought I'd grab some clothes too.
Once I had done this I went downstairs, the door to the living room was open and the moonlight was coming in from outside.
There was a small puddle of blood on the tiles.
After this I half woke up, half kept dreaming, this meant I had more control over my dream and i went back and rewrote bits/thought of different things.
e.g. i worried about some e-people, wondering if they were okay or if i was ever going to see them. how to get to them.
then i realised/decided this was only in london (which totally makes sense) and not the rest of the world.
And i tried both running and walking back to the house.
I thought about what would happen if I died.
That was the worst dream I can ever remember having. Usually even if I have a dream in which something bad happens it is still a good dream, this one was not. Even the start when i was just hanging out with my friends was not pleasent. When I woke up I was so frightened that in X years to come this will happen to my children or my childrens children etc. Just not with super tigers, more lack of any energy and electricity and breakdown of society. etc.
Not only that but I'm pretty sure that puddle of blood was my fathers. I think there was a supertiger in the living room.
I'm pretty sure he never came back in the dream.
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(http://www.myaddchild.com/assets/tiggersmall.jpg)
yeah, really scary.
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learn to read, that's tigger not a tiger.
besides didnt you watch the movie? theres only one tigger.
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For some reason I kept reading "nigger" in your post.
Anyway... last night I had a dream that I was in an insane asylum or some place where I was being imprisoned, but allowed a small amount of freedom. I eventually broke out of the place but couldn't jump down this huge flight of stairs. It was weird.
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i dreamt i was watching a movie but it was really really boring.
then in it there was this plane and it crashed straight down into a skyscraper, like vertically down.
And it kept going down and down and there was a guy who could help, who could've stopped the plane...
...but he couldnt be bothered. He was just sitting around whilst it happened.
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I have had really weird dreams like the internet is a real world type place.
And that I'm back in school / uni
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I have had really weird dreams like the internet is a real world type place.
And there, my friends, is the root of the problem.
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True. But the problem is that many of the characters in this internet world could never function in RL.
Infact for some of them, InternetWorld IS the Real World.
Now I am sure that I'm actually in 1973, in a coma.
Or am I just thinking of Zoomie's fashion sense...
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Now I am sure that I'm actually in 1973, in a coma.
That's the plot to "Life on Mars" dumbass.
Or am I just thinking of Zoomie's fashion sense...
You just want to get into my pants.
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Now I am sure that I'm actually in 1973, in a coma.
That's the plot to "Life on Mars" dumbass.
I thought it was the other way around? in a coma in 2009, but thinking he was in 1973?
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Thank you for correcting me cheese brother. We need to talk some biz soon.
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it's a godawful small affair
to the Zoom with the mousy hair
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That's the plot to "Life on Mars" dumbass.
So is my mother really a Snoopy cockpuppet telling me to get out of that coma?
THis is REAL. Life on Mars ? Never heard of it.
Logoff = death.
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David Bowie - Life On Mars? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ueUOTImKp0k#noexternalembed-normal)
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Life On Mars - Sam Tyler tied up to bed (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8_tGKctDeg#normal)
Home video
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Unfortunately I only saw the first season and had it on DVD untill a friend ran off to the Carolinas with my copy...
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I was chilling with my friend/local bartender in a beach bar next to a big pasture, across from some houses. We saw a jet taking off from nearby at a funny angle, and all of a sudden it lost control and nosedived into the pasture, destroying several houses.
We ran up to see if we could help anyone cuz the plane hadn't exploded much, so we wanted to get people out of there ASAP. I wasn't wearing any shoes and kept cutting and burning my feet on various bits of hot shrapnel and debris.
There were lots of people burning, and it smelt like some kinda gross pork tenderloin, like off meat or something. At this point I woke up with a start and my feet actually sort of hurt for a second as I went from dream to reality.
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I dreamed I was at a beach party where beers were twenty-five cents.
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Sounds like Tortola.
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I went to subway to buy food.
there was a long queue.
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dreamed i was hanging out with si on a beach. plus i was taller and slightly thinner and looked better in a bathing suit.
woke up and realized that si is the only person whose drug use doesn't annoy the shit out of me.
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I dreamed that Danzig was going down on tricky`s huge dick. Then she came on his neck beard. And Emp and Zoomie were scowling the entire time while trading shots of whiskey.
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I use to have a lot of dreams involving lesbian sex with my mother.
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Emp and Zoomie were scowling the entire time while trading shots of whiskey.
We actually do this on occasion. Last time it was Midleton's Very Rare .vs George Dickel.
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dreamed i was hanging out with si on a beach. plus i was taller and slightly thinner and looked better in a bathing suit.
woke up and realized that si is the only person whose drug use doesn't annoy the shit out of me.
Sweet! :D
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My drug use annoys the shit out of me as well.
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I've been dreaming a lot recently, well remembering those dreams anyway.
I recently dreamt I was link from legend of zelda and I fell in love with... Link from legend of zelda, but the older version from after everything (I was the younger version from before everything).
I use to have a lot of dreams involving lesbian sex with my mother.
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o.O
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I use to have a lot of dreams involving lesbian sex with my mother.
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Can I be your mother?
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Mosh - anatomically correct.
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I had like 4 sex dreams in a row last night, it was like an unconscious orgy.
I think I need to possibly get laid.
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http://baltimore.craigslist.org/ (http://baltimore.craigslist.org/)
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Nah they're all spambots... I mean, yeah that might work!
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Drugmoth was in my dream the other night.
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dreamed i was hanging out with si on a beach. plus i was taller and slightly thinner and looked better in a bathing suit.
woke up and realized that si is the only person whose drug use doesn't annoy the shit out of me.
Wish I could find a woman like that.
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You'd like a taller, slightly thinner version of Sarah who hangs out with me on beaches and doesn't find my drug use annoying?
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Drugmoth was in my dream the other night.
Baha!
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Just as I was dozing off last night on my couch, I had a super vivid dream that I was driving along, and something by the sun visor caught my eye. I looked up, and saw the gnarliest, most vicious-looking, HUGE spider crawling towards me on the ceiling. I jumped back into the sofa so forcefully I woke myself up.
I often get startling dreams as I'm drifting off, but almost always they're the feeling of falling type. This one really made me jump.
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^ haha! Nice.
I dreamt of a little girl, was at school and I saw her, with blood runnin down her face. And a bit of brain visible. I was supposed to get help but I just kept getting distracted.
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My mum did weed. O.o
with a straw.
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She snorted it?
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Nope. I'm not totally sure how it works but she had a straw in her mouth and was inhaling using it.
I got really scared because the town we were in was very strict about weed, even though half the people we met were doing it.
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been having lots of dreams and actually rememberig a lot of them.
An Orc lady told me I wasn't cursed.
Sharpening your finger messes up your whole body.
I went to battle.
Told my parents I was getting married.
Was late for chemistry.
Made a speech and gave a prize away.