This came to me as I just woke up with a very strange dream. When you wake up, you may remember dreams or nightmares. Share it, if you wish to. I know I woke up today around 11:20 AM EST, but soon drifted back to sleep, and I awoke at 12:45ish but I had the memory of a dream I had between those times. First off, everything was like in an anime. I was in it as well, but anime-tized. I don't remember seeing one of you or someone I know in the dream. I was in some sort of group that was going to a mansion or a motel to solve some mystery. We split up to look for whatever it was, but I was caught, I think. I kept seeing between my eyes and in 3rd person. For some reason, I was suddenly thrown into a shower by a big guy (I assume he was part of whatever the mystery was) along with a girl my age who was in this group. Either me in the dream was dazed or I felt dazed, because I couldn't see clearly and I couldn't understand anything she was saying, because she was talking to me. Suddenly everything became clear. The shower was completely beige and the curtain was beige. I saw the girl for the first time and saw she was pretty. (remember we were both naked in here because some guy threw us in here) She started talking about sex (my view went into 3d person now) and we started having sex. A second or two later, I was viewing out of my own body and things looked weird as hell. Instead of looking at her, things were like a video game or something. I saw from a birds-eye view sort of like Mario Party, and I was in it. There were a bunch of arrows that I went to. I started going up but then the girl said something like "No, don't go that way. It hurts me." So I went back and went west because I couldn't go any other way. As I started to walk, I saw ninjas or something attack me. Still viewing in birds-eye, I toke out a sword and eventually killed them. Then, I woke up and saw it was like 12:45 and I slept for another hour. It was a fucking weird dream. I wonder if it'll continue tonight if I try to remember this one at night.
I've had some weird dreams. The best part of dreams is the people who can actually control what happens in them. A person can create, and alter the fibers of reality while sleeping. That's sweet. I've only been able to do that a few times. Sorry, no comment on the dream I had last night. I can't remember having one. Know I did, but can't remember it.
I had a dream once that the sun melted people. It was awesome. Even though I like, died. As far as dreams I actually enjoy, I had a sex dream a few months ago, and just as things got interesting, my cousin woke me up with a "WAKE UP MAN IT'S Isaac Newton's birthday." Oh, and I figure this is worth mentioning: I remember reading in one of those classroom science magazines last year, and it talked about this device that allowed you to dream about whatever you like. I forget exactly how it worked, but it had something to do with recording what you wanted to dream about on a machine, and then having it replayed to you while you're sleeping. Assuming it actually works, I'd say it's a fair investment.
I once had this dream that the world had been taken over by chocolate eating zombies and they wanted to kill me. Well, in a basement I found a vacuum and as soon as I turned it on they started to run away. I can't remember the rest but it was pretty weird >.>
Last night I had a dream that the world was being eaten by a troop of Roseanne Connors, and I chased them away with cans of whipped cream. I woke up kinda scared after that.
I had quite a few dreams the other night, and I woke up after each of them thinking, "what the hell?" The first one involved me on a giant cruise ship. Some people that I apparently knew ran up to me and told me that there was a huge storm coming, and urged me to follow them to a huge, dome-like room with a glass wall. Smart! So we're standing in this room watching all this lightning and stuff, when suddenly we see about four tornadoes. yeah, on the water. I'm not quite sure what happened after that, but I know that there was acid bubbling out of the floor, and everything was really sticky . The next one (that I remember) took place in my living room. I was standing at the back door while my dog was outside doing his business in the midst of a huge storm (storms again!). He had finished, and was just sniffing around the grass despite me screaming at him to come inside. I finally managed to get him in, but when I turned back around, there was a, uh, clone of him out in the grass. This went on for a while. And last, but definitely not least, I dreamt about carrots. I had an obnoxiously long carrot which I was planning on entering into a long carrot competition. Unfortunately, I was overtaken by a terrible hunger and took a few bites of this carrot. Realizing with horror what I had done, I began to worry that my nibbled carrot was now to short to win the competition. but he did Now that I think about it, that reminds me of mess and his ultra baby carrot.
I once had a weird dream where there was a new board created by Sear on Faggery Daggery Doo entitled "Shut Up" and as soon as I opened it, I found a list of all the Faggery Daggery Doo'ers that I didn't like at the time. Needless to say, I didn't see much connection with my dream.
I once had a nightmare Tingle did unspeakable things to me. He cut off my penis, Put it in a sandwich. Shitted on it. Pissed on the sandwich. He then forcefed me it. and Other Nasty, nasty, nasty, nasty things D:
I had a nightmare the other night about Jaws (y'know, the old shark movie)--the irony of which is, I've never even seen that movie and don't even know how it goes. Nor have I ever been particularly afraid of sharks anyway. Nevertheless, that movie gave me nightmares anyway.
Had a wierd dream last night that two people i know got married and i went to their wedding wearing a dinner jacket over a sweatshirt and jeans. I then had to leave to catch a train through the mountains to my house up a mountain. Fucked up...
I woke up from a dream not too long ago this morning. It was a dream unlike anything I had ever had, and I've had some pretty wild dreams before. Everything was just so vivid, and real. And it was the most perfect, wonderful dream I think I've ever had. I had a life that was not one I necessarily wanted, but I had everything I needed. I was happy. Happier than I've ever been in the "real world" for years. And I had the love of my life. But the whole time, there was this nagging feeling that none of it was real. That I was dreaming. When I voiced my opinion to my lover, she kept assuring me that it was real. I would reach out and touch things, try to smell, tried to test all of my senses, as I know in dreams they don't always act appropriately, but everything was in order. I still remember the cold, gritty roughness of the bricks when I ran my hand across the wall, and the muffled rusty clanging when I tapped a dumpster. It was all so convincing. But I still couldn't shake that nagging feeling. Finally, I decided I would try to cause myself harm, as physical pain almost always awakens one from a dream. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I asked my lover to instead. And in that moment, as if in some precautionary defense against me getting injured, my body woke me up. Woke me up to the blandness of my room. Of my life. Feeling a terrible remorse for the life I was tempted with and then aptly wrenched from. Now the colors all just seem drained from everything around me. Was that dream a glimpse of some other universe I was living, or a prophetic viewing of the future I could have should I choose to make it for myself? Or was my mind just fucking with me. Any way, I'm now seriously considering pursuing the means of placing myself in a permanent coma for the sake of trying to return to that place. In that brief time I was there, that place was more real to me than this world ever was, which begs me to question what "reality" really is, and whether or not I should trade one reality for another.
Holy crap shabs. Are you... Okay? Not, like, drunk? I once had a dream of having powers over air... I was fighting a bunch of black creatures in a giant warehouse. I woke up later and lol'd at myself because I slept under the air conditioning vent
Shab man, I wouldn't try to put yourself in a coma. Who knows if you could even get back to that reality? The only thing stopping yourself from being happy is yourself, you know?
Usually your mind fucks with you when there's an unwanted substance in your system, so maybe you're sick.
Problem solved, Shabs probably thought about the complicated story too much and then had a dream about it.
