The Awesome Dream Thread
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Captain Beard
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Viking Bastard
derek
Grey Eminence
I keep a post-it wall beside my bed of "dream notes" most of them are utterly indecipherable. Gary Sinise and spaceships are recurring themes, as well as the finding of alien bodies.
Malergion
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ScientistOfDarkness
a prophet in cosmology
I had a horrible dream Thursday night. In it, I was trying to find a new place to put the hamsters so the cats couldn't get them. I decided to NAIL THEM to my bedroom door up high so nothing could hurt them. I nailed one to the front and three hamsters to the back of the door. Then I left for work and came home and thought "hmm, that probably isn't the best idea" so I got a screw driver to pop out the nails. When I approached them, I saw the hamsters twitching and writhing on the door. I took out the nails and put peroxide on the tears in their skin. Then I woke up.
That was fucking awful, I still feel absolutely terrible when I think about that dream. I woke Peter up because I was so disturbed, I was upset all day. Ugh, such a bad dream.
That was fucking awful, I still feel absolutely terrible when I think about that dream. I woke Peter up because I was so disturbed, I was upset all day. Ugh, such a bad dream.
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During one of the brief moments of sleep I got on the living room couch this morning, I dreamed that I was talking to Liverslapper & Det Som on instant messenger, only I was half-asleep and typing like I was drunk. I kept trying to apologize but I couldn't even get that typed out 
Last night's was weird...
Set in a strange half detached house/half small castle built on a woodland hill, I was the fictional character Patrick Bateman, working with a bunch of other youths to defend our fortress, if you like, from sprinting, relentlessly aggressive zombie mutations.
It culminated with me being one of few survivors, because, being Bateman, I was resourceful and egocentric enough to sacrifice others. I was working swiftly to switch off all the lights before dusk, since the lights attract the zombies, and killing many from the castle towers with a cross-bow and single bow and arrow. Perfect aim. But I forgot to the hit the lights in the utility area, so one of the fuckers ran in, and I tried in a fury to hold the second door shut while grabbing an arrow-
Not sure what happened after that.
EDIT: Also, the night I saw Down in Glasgow, I had a disturbing nightmare, with intense realism, about... malignant tumour... week to live... that sort of banter. I wakened early with my left eye stuck shut and some tears falling from the right. lol what the hell?
Set in a strange half detached house/half small castle built on a woodland hill, I was the fictional character Patrick Bateman, working with a bunch of other youths to defend our fortress, if you like, from sprinting, relentlessly aggressive zombie mutations.
It culminated with me being one of few survivors, because, being Bateman, I was resourceful and egocentric enough to sacrifice others. I was working swiftly to switch off all the lights before dusk, since the lights attract the zombies, and killing many from the castle towers with a cross-bow and single bow and arrow. Perfect aim. But I forgot to the hit the lights in the utility area, so one of the fuckers ran in, and I tried in a fury to hold the second door shut while grabbing an arrow-
Not sure what happened after that.
EDIT: Also, the night I saw Down in Glasgow, I had a disturbing nightmare, with intense realism, about... malignant tumour... week to live... that sort of banter. I wakened early with my left eye stuck shut and some tears falling from the right. lol what the hell?
Lord Foul
I don't spank men
I don't remember my dreams, ever. I wonder if they are as bizarre and interesting as all of yours.
Det Som Engang Var
Viking Bastard
During one of the brief moments of sleep I got on the living room couch this morning, I dreamed that I was talking to Liverslapper & Det Som on instant messenger, only I was half-asleep and typing like I was drunk. I kept trying to apologize but I couldn't even get that typed out
Det Som Engang Var
Viking Bastard
I dreamed I was laying down with my best friends sister and she like, rolled over onto me and I put my arm around her and it was the happiest moment of my life but then she dissapeared.
I also dreamed it was Chicago Powerfest and Laura somehow talked Will into drinking and he was wasted.
I also dreamed it was Chicago Powerfest and Laura somehow talked Will into drinking and he was wasted.
Lordlucid
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I had a dream where I lived in the same house I do now, some buddies came over to hang and I told them that I had to go do a job but they could relax if they wanted to. I ended up walking to the back room, teleported to the past (or some fucked up world). When I got to the past It was dark and there were people fighting. Not like an army but at the least 30-40 people. I told them that I was a great and Powerful Necromancer and that if they didn't stop I was going to turn them into skeletons to do my bidding. They appeared to not even notice me, So I made their bodies explode exposing bloody skeletons. Then I went to invade a castle somewhere, but instead they brought me out a cart full of milk (the small containers, like the kind you used to get back in elementery school) I drank one then went back home. weird.
Lordlucid
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BTW, best avatar ever
Thank you, t'was a spur of the moment thing.
I often find I do my best work without planning.
Det Som Engang Var
Viking Bastard
Let's see...what happened.
I was...doing drugs of some sort then Liverslapper showed up. He said c'mon it's time to go to Chicago. I was like wtf no it's not. But then it was some how. So...we went. To Chicago and it was about to be time for Iced Earth with MAtt Barlow. Oh, first The Pearl Room was fucking weird I know what it looks like but in this it was really narrow and out doors and like a garden in the middle of an apartment complex but a big one. Anyway one of the shitty metalcore openers were playing.
I was...doing drugs of some sort then Liverslapper showed up. He said c'mon it's time to go to Chicago. I was like wtf no it's not. But then it was some how. So...we went. To Chicago and it was about to be time for Iced Earth with MAtt Barlow. Oh, first The Pearl Room was fucking weird I know what it looks like but in this it was really narrow and out doors and like a garden in the middle of an apartment complex but a big one. Anyway one of the shitty metalcore openers were playing.
Not an awesome dream, but I have this sort of dream fairly often. I was back in high school, knowing good & well that I had already graduated, so I was all confused. I was about to go back after having been on Spring Break, and realized that I hadn't read the book for English class that I was supposed to read, and there was going to be a big test on it. It was so real haha, I was thinking to myself that I wouldn't even have enough time to read the Cliff's Notes! 
So I had my mom call and report me as sick for the day. Then I decided I just wouldn't go back because I'VE BEEN DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL FOR SIX YEARS WTF.
So I had my mom call and report me as sick for the day. Then I decided I just wouldn't go back because I'VE BEEN DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL FOR SIX YEARS WTF.
derek
Grey Eminence
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Too lazy to go into details, but my dream two nights ago included a scandinavian forest, a mushroomcloud, swarms of various birds, bloodred skies, alien like creatures made of wood that threw shovel-sized arrows at me, decapitated animals (giraffes and elephants, among others) and humans, AND I was able to morph myself into a chair.
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