Dreams

[Sonata]

I'll be sure to try that Gratheo.

Last night, I dreamt that I was engaged in a fight to the death with my sister using the powers of Sin, Cos and Tan, and a lone kitten hiding under my bed. I some how had to use the kitten while doing trigenometry, it was wild.

I may have dreamt this because, before falling asleep I was stressing about my Trig homework, I still haven't finished. My sister was also being a real bitch yesterday, so perhaps that's why I ended up fighting her in my dream, and lastly I fell asleep to the sounds of my cats meow's. Weird.

 

[Venetia]

I've had a lot of dreams about chasing my cats around or finding them accidentally poisoned or trapped outside or something. I think it's because all 3 of them gather around my door at night, every night, and cry and paw. It's cute but damn it's annoying. I'm not hurt you dumbasses, I'm sleeping!!

Who here dreams in 3rd person? I only dream in 1st person, and people I've talked to think that's strange; they all dream, looking down on themselves, as if they're watching themselves on television. I can't seem to do that, I only dream, looking through my own eyes. Nightmares are a lot scarier that way :x

 

[mawk]

From the little that I can recall, I think I do a little of both. I'll be walking through a sterile white hall with Doric pillars lining the place, seeing quite clearly through my own eyes, and then I'll be watching myself dolphin kick through a gazebo filled with what appears to be a mud bath.

God, you guys have got me wishing I could remember more of my dreams. Maybe I should keep a notebook by my bed or something. :x

 

[Grathea]

I usually dream in a mix of perspectives. Sometimes, it's third person omniescent, other times it's first person.
I've even had the odd dream where I dream in second person - looking at myself through others' eyes. Pretty trippy experience.

 

[united washcloth express]

Dreaming is fun in third person. It's really fun when you are someone else in a dream. I've been the guy who kills me in a few dreams xD

 

[American Hero]

Well, in another one of my Terminator dreams, I was Superman...But I couildn't remember how to use my powers. I was fighting The female terminator from the 3rd move. I was super strong like superman and pretty resistant to attacks. But I couldn't fly and I couldn' shoot lasers or anything. I fought the Terminator in what seemed a pointless battle. She wouldn't stop coming at me no matter how broken she became. This whole scene took place in a huge garage/factory. I finally beat the robot and exited through a nearby door. I was now in a huge hallway. It seemed to be endless.

Thousands of people were marching all in one direction down the hallway. I proceeded upstream until I seen a exit sign on a door perpendicular to the hall. I exited through the door then awoke.

 

[Grathea]

American Hero, you have the weirdest fucking dreams. Seriously.

 

[united washcloth express]

My favorite reoccurring dream was the one at the circus of death. I would walk into a tent and a creature would spring from under a wall, drag me in, and eat my head. This happened around 6 times, and then I got bored. I started to walk to the tent, just to get the dream over with. That's when the creature started talking to me.
Creature: What's wrong? You don't yell like you use to.
Me: Meh. I'm just getting bored with the same old thing. I walk in, I know what's coming, and then it ends.
Creature: ...Well I can kind of see how that gets boring.

We continued to talk for a span of 12 dreams. I found out that he had three children and went through a divorce with his wife, and that he dropped out of college to become a professional head eater. I also found out that his name was Leroy Ortega. After this, we both joined together to massacre everyone else at the circus.

I miss dreams like that, where you interact with things and find out stuff about them.

 

[mawk]

Yeah, getting to know your inner demons is always fun.

Especially in a literal sense, I suppose.

 

[Luminier]

The best dreams are dirty ;P

Fixed that for you

I'm inclined to agree.

I often dream that I'm falling from a high place above the ocean. It scares the crap outta me, usually. I believe I've been having those types of dreams since I was very little.

One dream in particular, which I can actually recall involved my father's truck, seals, and the color pink. But dreams aren't meant to make sense, I suppose. :/

 

[Yggdrassil]

Lummy you... you posted twice!

But I have trouble remembering any normal dreams of mine. I remember nightmares fine, but dreams? Nah.

Though I seem to recall a dream years ago about a silver magicarp in a fish bowl... I wonder what drugs I was on then.

 

[Hevendor]

I can only recall one recurring dream (a nightmare, at that) that I had a few years ago, when I was a kid.

I dreamt that some big ugly monster (can't remember details, but it was much larger than me and had horns) was chasing me through an amusement park and I ran into several shops and what not on the nearby street to try and get away from it. In every single one of them I went into, and after explaining my situation to the owner/employees, they all turned out to be copies (or the monster itself?) of the same monster that was chasing me. Eventually it caught me and grabbed me. I tried to reason and bargain with it to let me go, using the strangest of arguments, but never knew what happened after; I always woke up after that.

I've no idea what it meant, but it's probably the combined result of watching scary horror movies as a little kid and being very, very jumpy/paranoid.

 

[Dawne]

One time I had a dream where I was laying in my bed and my room was filled with a bunch
of people all pimped out in chains and such. They were all cheering me on and I was looking at my mom
who was standing at my doorway. We were in the middle of a dissing war I guess, I don't remember anything
prior to this. Anyways, I look at her smugly and say "Hey Mom, your wiskers are showing!" and everyone in my room
set off into loud "OOOOOOO!"'s and "OHHH SNAPP!!!"'s. I had her beat!
Then suddenely she give me this great big grin and says "Hey Dawne, your alarm's going off."
The crowd went into a frenzy as if that was the best diss they'd ever heard.
There shouts slowly turned into my alarm beeping as I woke up.

Lol, good times :lol:

 

[e]

This topic is preposterous. Internet People have no dreams. They're not even people, as their name would seem to imply.

On the plus side, it means no nightmares; Cthulhu will be unable to assault your psyche this way, and Freddy will be powerless against you.

 

[united washcloth express]

Correct. We are all the illusions of a Schizophrenic. If you don't realize this, the Schizophrenic is you.

 

[shiroun]

Well, I have a dream journal from January 20th 2008 up to date... so I'll just do one of my crappier ones, to show how much input I have.

BTW, if anyone knows who these people are, let me know. That means you know me :D

March 15th: I felt as though it was a horror dream. I was strapped down in a room, no one around. For days all I did was lie there. Slowly I heard information being told, and understood I was in a mixed up psyche ward. Food was thrown at me to eat... I couldn't move. Slowly I was able to unlatch both latches against my body... how I don't know. A man came in, with an axe. He told me it was time to 'make room' for other patients. I got up, he flipped me against the covers. "Here, the light will be off to give you a sporting chance." He must have been psycho too, because the light was being flipped on and off. He pulled back, I grabbed the axe and cut him in the back of the head. I pulverised the door knob and got out. I made my way to the stairs, and started to dash down them. At each level was what seemed like a camera... but it was huge. I was at the last level, and my vision flipped over to another room.
"What are you saying he escaped? Why was he even here anyway? No one tells me anything..."
There was more chatter, then my vision flipped over. I bursted through the door, and a few people were startled. I ran outside to find a large... futuristic city. Next thing I know I was at my community, people were closing their blinds so I wouldn't see them. For some reason, before this, my vision had been distorted... I couldn't see well, but my hearing was amazing.
"Close the blinds, you don't know who's coming around now..."
I was at my house, and saw Dani Kellner, Alicia (the blond one), and someone else... Subject D.? waiting at their door across the street. I went over, and hugged Dani, talking with her.
"Whatever happened, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
My parents came over, not to ecstatic to see me. Eventually, I went back to my house. I was telling them how they had me on like 5 different drugs (My vision completly blurred at this point... don't know why). Moreover, I went to sleep. As odd as it may seem, I woke up to find myself driving with Kellner in the car. I started getting...snippy? I told her it was the backlash of the drugs, and that I needed to... at that point she interrupted me:
"You need space for a few days."
"Yeah. Those drugs are screwing me up."
"You aren't still on them are you?!"
"No, the backlash of it."
"Ok."
Things got harder to remember after this... I remember that the psyche people came, and I killed them. Not sure how thought, I remember a steel object... perhaps a knife?
After that, an alarm woke me up, and I don't remember anything.

 

[Luminier]

Lummy you... you posted twice!

Laggy internet makes rule breakers of us all.  :sad:

Shiroun, dream journals are for crazy people, and (Crazy)people. Just sayin'.  :smile:

 

[Phoenix]

When I dream, I dream of events that are actually plausible to happen in real life - for some reason, they never come true. So I dreamed that I would be shot to death yesterday, I know that's not gonna come true :3

 

[mawk]

'Kay, I actually remembered one this time. : D

I was walking through a crowd somewhere -- it could have been a mall, though I wasn't sure, and I bumped into my stoner buddies (who, incidentally, are in China at present.) I remember feeling like this had been a fairly common occurrence in my dreams recently, although I can't remember any other recent situations like the one above. So I followed them around for a while, and there was this... pole? People would grab onto it, swing by their arms until they were able to achieve a full rotation, then let go and fly in some direction. My stoner buddies went first, and I followed. I managed to do pretty well by curling and uncurling my body at the right moments. After that, we walked some more. I remember thinking that we were all being incredibly silent for friends who had just bumped into each other by chance. Then we came to this... place. It might have been a cafe or something -- there were a lot of rows of counters with stools in front of them, although these were stepped and they faced out across a very large field like bleachers -- well, it wasn't so much a field as it was a waterpark with slides and such. It looked like fun. We sat in the first row up top -- why it was the first row I'll never know, but the fact is that it was. Then something started happening -- I'm not sure what, exactly. A voice on the intercom proclaimed "oh, and there are some cute guys in the first row," and I think the entire setup might have flown. That's the point where I woke up, though -- I'd have loved to see the rest of it. ;-;

The entire time, too, I was reminding myself that I had to remember it so that I could post it here. I'm always glad to oblige my subconscious.

See just how odd my dreams are? If anyone's an aspiring Sigmund Freud, you're very welcome to check this out. I take it as an omen that I should (or subconsciously want to) hang out with my stoner friends more.

 

[nohmaan]

American Hero, you have the weirdest fucking dreams. Seriously.

I have lots of recurring dreams where I'm a dinosaur piloting a Su-37 in a squadron called Rex Force, and we're locked in an all out aerial dogfight with the Herbivores.