I just found this in my diary from last year.

September 2005
I guess this dream took place in 2010 or so, the library was "modern" (like a book store) but also old, run-down, and overflowing with unsorted books. It was snowing outside and I was glad to come in. I looked around in the Japan section, and next to the usual travel guides and history books there was a phone-book sized guide: "Hikikomori (Revised Edition)". I started flipping through it, it talked about how you should find your Hermes to set a good example for other otaku, and how Key fans had petitioned to build a statue commemorating Ayu in central Tokyo. The book was huge and overflowing with everything that had been written about otaku and hikikomori. I started reading from the first chapter...

Oh look, here's my old thread from General in the Google cache.

1 Name: Anonymous 2004-11-30 17:32 ID:nvaUjzEQ

Last night I dreamt that I was living near a lake.
Nevada-tan had got out of juvie, but her Japanese citizenship had been revoked.
She had been sold into slavery, and the mean landlord who owned the lake had put her in a cage just to show her off.
There was a racetrack around the lake being run by the landlord; I took it over and freed Nevada, and made her the judge of the race.
She was older, like 14 maybe, but she still had her Nevada sweatshirt, and she was very cute and sassy.
Some people might say I'm reading 4chan too much, but I'd love to dream of Nevada every night.

3 Name: 1 2004-12-01 15:04 ID:Dw3B31UA

I dreamt of Nevada-tan again last night.
I dreamt I was with my family in Japan at a high school soccer game. A Japanese girl recognized me from her American elementary school. She was only half-Japanese, and her father had donated ten million dollars to the Bush campaign.
I dreamt we went to a Disneyland which bordered Japan and Canada. (Dream logic.) My little brother was angry and broke one of the rides. We rode a creaky monorail to the Canada side. At the end of the monorail was a Canada-themed restaurant. The waiter there greeted us and said, "Hisashiburi", but we had brought no money to eat there.
It was raining, and the restaurant leaked. They collected the rain in buckets and cans.
While we drove home, we picked up a drenched hitchhiker. It was Nevada. She came home with us. As we walked up the steps to our house, she tripped and fell.
She went into the bathroom and stripped down. "Let me wash them," said my mom. "There's no blood!" said Nevada. "But didn't you trip and fall? Did it bleed a little?" asked my mom. "There's no blood!" cried Nevada, hysterical.
Suddenly, I was in the bathroom with her. I looked on the bathroom floor at the Nevada sweatshirt she had shed. Was there blood or wasn't there? Something invisible was wetting the shirt. Then it disappeared, and the shirt was clean and dry. Then it was both at the same time.
I woke up, and it was 7:00 AM. I was late for school.
In a hurry, I didn't remember my dream until first period.
Nevada-tan, how could I forget you? Is it true that you spilled blood again, or is it only a ghost of the past events that haunt you forever?

4 Name: Anonymous 2004-12-10 05:23 ID:wS01UGRg

your sick

5 Name: Anonymous 2004-12-11 18:57 ID:Heaven

I wish I would dream about nice things like Nevada-tan. Just right now, I had a crazy dream that was very unpleasant. There was some kind of bar in which the bartender spoke to another employee of the place. Then the employee foolishly mentioned something about ice cream over which the bartender flipped out and became very scared. Rightly so, because in the next second a giant, mad baboon was standing in the doorway.

He was mad because about something like the bartender having eaten his ice cream or some bullshit. Anyway, he preceeded to rape him, very violently. He intentionally did it so that it hurt the most. The baboon fucked him so forcefully, that he literally turned him inside out, the bartender screaming all the while.

The violence increased and increased until there weren't even bartender and baboon anymore but only body masses and piles of skin of which the one would force the other into all kinds of cruel, sadistic and torturous shapes, all with the means of rape, while it wasn't entirely too sure what the sexual part was and what the torture part was.

Then there was me, shocked by this, standing in a forest with my family and friends. We were all trees and looked like something out of Yoshi's island, very funky-weird and simplistically shaped. Everybody told me to accept it, that this was just another level of reality and that I couldn't overcome it without accepting it first.

Then I woke up. I didn't remember my dream at first, but I knew it was really scary to me and because I was curious, I closed my eyes and tried to get back to it, and thus I remembered. I wonder if me going back has anything to do with accepting this horrible reality.

6 Name: hk0!0khonVgaHI 04/12/13(Mon)22:21 ID:R4pp2NXf

I dreamt I had sex with Skuld.

That's it.
7 Name: Random Anonymous 05/01/04(Tue)14:28 ID:20o/bnBr

Hi, it's 1 again. I can't remember my New Year's dream, but last night I dreamt I went back to my old summer camp.
After being introduced to the shitty counselors, we went to lunch. The stupid cooks had made some delicious desserts but had covered them in ice as if they were soft drinks. I took a soggy brownie before it dissolved.
I found some of my old camp "friends" and sat down next to them. Suddenly they all broke out into a grotesque song, which I can't quite remember but went something like this:

Whenever I wake up, I see you, Jeeeesuuuus
Because I carved your name into my eyeballs
Oh, I love you Jeeeesuuus
I opened my heart up to you, Jeeesusss
And I opened up my intestines too
Oh, how I love you Jeeessuuuuus

I remembered the tune to this when I woke up, and I sang it all the way to school (it was pretty catchy), but now I've forgotten it. Oh, well.

8 Name: Random Anonymous 05/01/12(Wed)22:20 ID:Heaven [Del]

>>7 You have very disturbing and scary dreams, I myself do not have many dreams but next time I do I will post them!

These are a lot better than the usual dream-logs. Where people just vomit out a huge paragraph of boring text.

A few nigth ago i dreamt that i was in a town walking in a mall.
Then i walked out into a old industril town and there came some combines from Hl2 and walked besides me , i think i where on some sort of transportation think with wheels.
Then i took a rigth turn and came to a large dumpster with a old car and a strange blue little car.
Then a huge carrier or destoryer apeared in the air and the combine with murdoc from macgyver came running.
I got on the carrier that was now on the sea and climed up in a construction tower(the one that lifts stuff) and trew then driver out and got in.
Then i climed down and started trowing stuff at murdoc that was trying to get onboard the carrier and finally killed him with some TNT.
Then i went into the carrier and met some japanese nija types , and found some japanese books.
Then i sat down and ate bread and found a book in engrish that sayd that there where som aliens there.
Then the aliens that where like ghosts came but got eaten by large worms and then both turned into solid matter.
Then i walked to a door and saw a alien machine and the door got closed.

Anyone get this "WTF this is just a dream" in their dreams.
Next time i get that i will do everything i can possibly think about.

12:49 PM 3/26/2005

I was in some kind of Japanese airport with my dad, and it seemed like we were here to pick up a Japanese stuardess and then head out. There were 2 pilots, I don't think either was my dad, a navigator (probably my dad in this dream), and the stuardess or w/e who just happened to sit beside me in the cockpit.
We started to drive around town in a van, and it wasn't until we went up this big ramp to the sky that I realized it had turned into an airplane. Right before we went up the ramp, I saw our motel, and it was interesting because I recognized it from the dream at an earlier time. I figured it was the big type of airplane such as the Airbus, but when we started taking all these sharp turns, the Japanese stuardess was somewhat frightened, and everyone else was in disarray.
The pilots were swearing, and my dad was saying out orders/navigations who knows. We had as lot of close calls with death, and it was when the view zoomed out to 3rd person I saw we were in a fighter plane. We were dodging what the pilots were calling "fucking flies" - it was another airplane sent out by the airbase to test the pilots reactions by presenting emminent collision. It buzzed around and made all these erratic and impossible movements for an airplane, although it was shaped like one. The buzzing sounded just like a fly.
Long story short, we lived.

7:28 PM 4/2/2005

I had another airplane dream of some kind. I can only remember that it was odd. Is this a fear of airplanes; what does this recurrence mean?

2:10 PM 4/3/2005

Last night I was feverish and sick while dreaming, my dreams were especially clear.

I was in an amusement park that was shaped like the strip of a mall, in fact the entire thing may have been contained indoors. I was alone, and wandering around by myself through this park. I couldn't ride on any rides because I was sick. But I could however eat food.
In my dream, I visited many food vendors that were on the street. I ate my own hand-made sandwich, then I visited a Mr. Sub shop and ordered a meatball sub. I went with the flow and got them to put toppings on it other than cheese. But halfway through the process I told the teenage guy working there to remove the pickles, and then to remove the tomatoes. Yet through the overhead view I saw, he snuck individual tomatoes etc into my food.
I devoured the sub nonetheless, and then I remember saying to someone that "no matter how much I eat, I still am hungry" I think I had visited McDonald's earlier in the day too.
I then walked through someone's back yard and onto [CENSORED] Road. There was some nonsensical meandering around here, then I believe I went back to the amusement park.

2:55 PM 4/4/2005

Another weird dream, I'm still sick. Ninjas... Tons of them. The premise of the dream is unclear. Somehow, when a bunch of us gathered together, we could Mijin Gakure. With bubbles. Something weird like that. I kept waking up in the middle of the night and feeling my forehead, I supposed I did not want to go to school the next day. My crazy dreams somewhat related. There weren't real ninjas. There was some kind of fault line. A bunch of the ninjas lined up on the line, then my dreams became cloudy.

12:29 PM 4/7/2005

A jock called me fat today in my dream, although that is hardly true. I am the skinniest person IRL. I had like 4 layers of clothing on, it was a weird dream and very short. I showed him the layers...

I also once had a dream that I was masturbating this rubber chicken; a hot girl told me to apply it to your hair like hair-gel, "it's the hottest new fad!", so I did. It was very disturbing.

In another case, I had a dream that a friend whom I suspect might be gay was making out with another friend. In real life, someone ELSE mentionned that they had a similar dream involving the same people, out of jest, it seemed like too big of a co-incidence. Since he is a joker, I couldn't tell the group that I had this dream at the risk of looking gay. It was a truly cosmic moment.

I do not want to question my sexuality >.> lol

I keep having dreams about girls i hate, i wonder if thats a sign for something....dreams where, theyre nice to me. I think thats damn weird.

one dream i got married to this girl i know and we both lived alone together, and many hijinks ensued and such. im pretty sure thats a sign that i've been watching WAYYYYYYYYYY too much anime havent i lol

Everything turns light green and it feels good. I wake up.

I dreamt something and thought I should post it here.
Then I forgot it.

>>14 yeah that happens a lot

It´s a big race. First price is the black car. It´s really fast, but I´m right behind it. When we break for lunch I run as fast as I can and when the door to the restaurant is locked I kick it open. People tell me to calm down.

Last night I had a dream that I was doing something in a place near my old high school, but down the hill a few blocks. It was fairly dark outside and must have been 6 or so in the afternoon. The thing I was doing had just ended, so I had to go home.

I thought about calling someone to pick me up, but I only had my keys in my left pocket, and not my cell phone. It appeared I would have to walk home, as long a walk as that was. I knew if my parents were aware I was walking this far alone in the dark, they would say it was dangerous and disapprove, but I kind of laughed off the risk.

Walking home was apparently going to require a most unusual route. To start, I walked up the hill, away from home. Along the way I passed by a McDonald's and was disgusted that people would order such atrocious food. I was on the sidewalk next to the McDonald's, and someone came out the door holding food, so I had to move to the side to avoid hitting them. I was careful to avoid moving my head away from the sidewalk area, in fear that a car might strike me if I stuck it out too far.

Farther up the hill, there was a large parking lot spanning several stories. I turned right and entered a grassy wild area, with a stream and some rocks. It was now bright like daylight. I decided I would have to climb the mountain, so I went to the end of the stream where there was a waterfall, and began climbing up the rocks.

I thought again about the supposed dangerousness of this journey. Would it be in the news how I died a terrible death trying to climb Mt. Clarendon? No way, right?

At the top of the waterfall was a dense forest. It was rather dark in here despite being daylight outside, due to the unceasing shade. I saw three dogs ahead of me on the path. One was a small, cute harmless puppy. The other two were tall upright dog beings, looking almost human.

Afraid of being attacked by the dog beings, I stayed back, but I couldn't even retrace my steps without being seen. Eventually I stepped out and started walking past them. I wouldn't die, right? Right?

The dog beings were startled. "You!" one of them said. "But you're dead!"

I tried to ignore this remark and make a joke of it so it wouldn't scare me. "Yeah," I said, "I'm from the past so right now I'm dead! Ha ha! I'm dead! Wheee!"

Then I woke up, thoroughly shaken. It was about 5 in the morning.

I had a dream I ate a giant chocolate covered pretzel that was really really yummy. It was one of the best dreams ever.

I had a dream last night that I was swimming around in a lake when a bear appeared. I swam slowly away, trying to make grunting noises to scare the bear away. I think it might have been slowly swimming after me. Slowest chase scene ever~

A teacher once told me that a person usually has 3-5 dreams a night but only remembers 1 or 2.

I had this dream where I ended up watching the eighties TV series "V", except this one featured Jesus riding around in some sort of cool car with a big machine gun.

I woke up and remembered my awesome dream. Then I started thinking about gosu-rori vampires. 5 seconds later my dream was gone.

Such fleeting things.

I remember it a little. It had tentacle monsters which I tried to kill with a knife, and giraffes with heads on their necks.

>>23

I think I prefer the gothiloli vampires, personally. >_>

>>24
Don't be so "Koyy"! Ahahahaha. Hahahahahahaha.

>>25

You so funneh.

I dreamed some woman was in my house and walked by as I was masturbating. Then she asked my mom about if I masturbated and she said yes. Oh dear.

>>26
Oy.

Okay. I first dreamed that I was Pat Morita. o_o And I was going to meet the Pope... but not Darth Benedict that we have now. He was really old and in the hospital, and he had sheet music taped to the wall next to his bed - he could hear the music just by reading the notes. Then he died.

Next, I was in a casino, losing money playing blackjack with a dealer who looked like Jerry Garcia. The casino was haunted, and as you wandered around you would see pieces of the different ghosts' stories. I was hungry.

i've been having a reoccuring dream of dropping stuff and breaking them in a million pieces

I dreamt that I was Mario and Bowser was ominously on the verge of molesting me

>>31
lol

heh, I just had a weird dream earlier.

I was the commander of an Archangel class ship (it might have been the Archangel) and we were in the middle of space. Our main objective was to take down an enemy's assault ship, that for some odd reason we were currently in the middle of a ceasefire with.

I came up with the idea to send out two of our pilots in mobile suits, with a giant explosive device (about as big as both mobile suits put together) to go around the enemy's ship without being detected and position themselves so that then, once the ceasefire was over, on my command they could attack from behind, with my ship and the rest of the pilots attacking from the front.

I then also decided to send out one of my best pilots in our best mobile suit to distract the enemy by just standing in front of their ship. That way, the enemy would be too busy watching them, and also they could attack from that position once the ceasefire was over.

For some reason, I then had to leave to attend a meeting on earth. I took a while trying to figure out which mobile suit to take (I had sent out all of the good ones, and was only left with captured Zeon/Titan mobile suits and GMs. I thought the GMs sucked, so I didn't want to take one of those... and I thought friendly forces might mistake me for an enemy if I took out one of the Zeon ones...) until I decided on a relatively good, abnormally light blue painted Zeon/Titan mobile suit... although I can't remember which model it was.

After taking off in it I had two thoughts.

1. Why didn't I disguise the bomb or the bomb and pilots inside dummy asteroids? I then remembered that we were in the Gundam Seed dimension, and they didn't exist here. (weird... I know.)

and 2. Because of sparse Minovsky particles in our current location, if I tried to contact my crew by radio the enemy would probably pick it up. How can I tell them when to commence the attack?

So anyway, I land on earth and once the meeting is over, it's about time for them to attack. I try to figure out some way to tell them to start, but can't think of anything... until I come up with the idea to sing it out on TV, and hope they interpret my message.

So I start singing various songs on live TV with lyrics like "The time is now, go go go!" but my crew are too stupid to get the meaning behind it... after few songs I think "screw it, we'll probably win anyway" and practically just yell outloud "Start the attack!"

They finally figure it out, and start... and that was the end.

I woke up in the middle of the night with the intro to "Ace of Base - Waiting for magic" stuck in my head and I didn´t remember what I had dreamt, but I knew I had dreamt about Sofie.
Then I masturbated and fell asleep, again.

When I was a young child, like 8 or so, I had a dream where I walked through a tunnel of orange slime and emerged in an alternate world where things were dark and orange. It was just like the real world, here in this alternate world, except no one was there. I went to my house, but it was mostly empty. After being scared for awhile and some things I don't remember, I found the orange tunnel again and walked back out, eager to get back to the real world. I also remember eating a peanut just before I went through the tunnel so I wouldn't get too hot.

After leaving the alternate world, I was very happy to be back in the real world. Then I saw a sign advertising the "Nickelodeon" TV station, with its orange slime-ish logo, and that freaked me out because I was like, oh no, orange slime, that means it's not over yet! Maybe I am still in the alternate world or something! Then I woke up.

I had a dream where I had to buy a girl a smoothie instead of watching/particpating with my friends beat the crap out of each other.

I had a dream where I was in a hotel, having sex with a loli. But I was always in fear that one of my parents would walk in. It was a great dream; I think it might have topped the dreams in which I'm dying as the best I've ever had.

The best dreams I ever have are the ones where I realize I am dreaming (Lucid dreaming). It's great to have full control over your mind. >>37
I would love to have a dream like that during one of those nights.

Our boat sank. Me and my dad had to swim to shore.

I dreamt that I got banned from a registration-only Internet forum. Then I cried about it.

Dreams are so unrealistic.

Last night I dreamt that I was Satan, and I took over the mind of a loli and forced her to pee on the ground. Mmm.

I dreamt that the RIAA was taking a lot of flak for discrimination, as they had sued a fat person who weighed more than ONE MEGABYTE.

It made perfect sense at the time...

I dreamed that I was once again young (11-12), and that upon starting the new year, Nanoha(?!) was in my homeroom class. I was entranced, and wanted to sit next to her, but as I went to sit down, she got up and changed seats to sit next to someone else she knew. :(

I had a dream that involved zombie porn and knowing the mother of Sadako from Ring. Somewhere in the middle of it I halfway woke up, but wanted to finish the dream and willed myself back to sleep to finish it.

I think it involved incest as well, but I really can't remember at all.

I write down my dreams. Not as frequently as I would like. But I do it occasionally. After a while, I look back on my notebook (like right now) and seriously have difficulty remembering ever dreaming/writing a lot of this.

I must say this thread has valuable lol material.

Now for some of mine:
Two classmates from my old college, A and S, stayed over at my house. They kicked me out of my own damn room. They were lovers. They are not gay in real life, to my knowledge.

An Italian-American gangster walked into our house through the front door. He intended to rob us and he had a gun. I tried to grab the weapon and that just got him angry. I said it was just a joke and he calmed down. He demanded we give him fifteen items of software. Me and my sister went upstairs to find some stuff for him. I threw two inflatable hammers at him and muttered "hammertime". He smiled.

I still remember the dream in >>1. That was such an awesome dream, to come into a library with wooden shelves and big windows on a snowy day and find a book like that. It was a huge book, really like a phone book but full of otaku anecdotes from front to back. I should write that book.

I was chopping headcrab zombies in half with my gravity gun and saw blades, and fucking the freshly bisected unundead corpses.

I really don't 'like' zombies or corpses in real life. Really ;-;

>>47

so you were playing half-life 2?

>>48
Yeah. In real life. Or waking life.

This past year, I've remembered four dreams where I make out with other guys, and three or maybe less dreams that didn't have to do with making out with guys.

I'm not gay D^=

hah i never remember my dreams

Last night I dreamt that I had a Nintendo Wii and my step-dad was beating me up.

i dreamt some weird stuff. i dunno. i think there was a changing room and some symbolism.

I had a dream that was about a man who was in a gang. He found out after some time, that his late father was in the gang opposing his own. Then he found out that his wife was robot, and later he found out that he was an alien. And the dream went by in my head like a movie, and when it showed the man's true form, his head was big, foot ball shaped (like arnold), green, and when he moved it looked like clay-mation.

I dreamt I had just opened an IKEA store of mine, and suddenly this girl I've known for years comes to me and kisses me in the mouth.

And now I came to realize I do actually like her. FUCK YOU UNCONSCIOUS. FUCK YOU FREUD.

I dreamt that was playing a basketball game against the best school in the state. The first half we were losing but second half I lead the team back for a victory. Later I met this girl I use to have crush on but she moved away a few years ago. She was all over me but her jealous friend didn't like that and wanted to fight me for her. I told him that I don't deserve to have her and he doesn't deserve to have him too. So I left and I never looked back and he joins the army.

I dreamt that I woke up in a hospital after being unconscious for 7 days. I never found out what resulted in me being unconscious for 7 days, though, because the doctor I was talking to left the room for some reason.

Last night I dreamt that all the tuna in my cupboard had turned into kippers.
I fucking hate kippers.

I had a dream that i was in my old middle school. I had a master plan to commit a crime which the whole time I believed to be flawless.
I took every one in the class for hostage with an AK47, dressed up all the younger ones same clothing as my self ( khaki military uniform ) and gave them a toy AK47 with brown paper bags with happy faces on them and I wore one my self. Then I had the elderly on one corner (elderly in classroom? WTF) . I demanded a helicopter, but I had planned another escape route in my head and it was just a cover-up. Then as every thing was going flawless, I smiled in victory on how perfect my plan was as everything was going PERFECTLY.
1 second all went black
I saw back of my head in a sniper scope, then i saw the guy with a scoped gun ad a 100 M distance over a building.
1 second, again all goes black
I turne around and see that i had totaly forgot the windows. I think how stupid I am, one of the windows break and I die.

Last night I woke from a dream and decided that I did not want to remember it. I attempted to forget. I failed. Or maybe I succeeded a bit. I still remember the bit about... argh. I shall not type it out. It involved incest. FUCK YOU FREUD ;_;

I had as team that we were playing some weird sort of tag game, in which one of us got a card or something (I was the one) with a number written on it that we couldn't let the bad guy know, and also he couldn't find out which of us had it, or else he could take if from us.

So we al went inside some tower, with the guy coming after us, and we split up. Luckily, he didn't assume that I was the one with it. Insted, he was going after some woman who was on my side.

I decided to save her, and to get the guy to go away while trying to give her the hint that he was the guy after us, I started making out with her. But it was in oe of those "play along with me" sort of ways.

I got excited and woke up about then. :(

I had a dream that I dropped my keyboard while I was on IRC, but when I grabbed it it somehow typed "lawl". Then I was amazed by this and explained to loads of people on IRC. I don't remember the rest.

...yeah. I am a loser. I normally have interesting dreams though, I swear.

I dreamed that in Australia, they played baseball... but instead of running to first when they hit the ball, they ran to 3rd... because, you know, they drive on the wrong side of the road, ahahaha :D

When I was a child, I dreamt that I killed my mom and poured a bucket of water on satan (I was in hell and was a child of a demon). I won't go onto the details though. Ugh.

>>60
Yeah, I had an incest dream once. (or twice.) Tried the hardest to forget it afterwards.

>>62
lawl

i had a dream where i watched this retarded animated movie with dog characters, and at the end the main character died. then, for some reason, kin (from naruto) asked why he died.

then i'm in a tiny-looking room with benches and glass dinnerware.

i wake up and i'm like "what the hell was that?".

Last night I dreamt of shooting black, floating balloons with some laser weapon, which made them produce water. I was really thirsty and trying to drink the water. I woke up and went to get a drink.

I remember having a dream last night ... but I can't remember what it was.

I need to start keeping a dream journal to improve recollection.

Last night I dreamed I found a 100 million (or so) dollar bill from another country. But it turned out it was fake. What, I can't even get that lucky in my dreams?!

I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamt I was accepted into the the University of Haruhi Suzumiya, alias "Haruko Suzumiya" although nobody believed that. The University was so cool that the dorms and classes were in a giant condo. I had a hotel-room key, but all the kids even from the high school laughed at me because it was only a L1 key two weeks into classes, whereas the other kids mostly had L6 and L8 keys that let them go to much cooler rooms. I felt like maybe I wasn't magic enough to go to this school, but I knew that I did have power because I had a spirit guide who came to assist me when I needed help. Unfortunately, this spirit guide was the Spirit of DQN, so when I asked him for textbooks because they were magic textbooks that I couldn't buy in stores and the other kids had already made their textbooks appear somehow, he gave me books... but they were all HOW TO VIPPER books. And the CDs he gave me when I wanted music were BEST OF DQN CDs. I didn't even try listening to them. I mean, the people at this school were so great that even the women in the nursing home could press the call button by accident and get something they needed.

The kids made fun of my L1 key because it meant I didn't know the true identity of Haruhi. I asked my spirit guide what it was, but instead of initiating me he pointed me to Wikipedia, where the spoilers said that Haruhi's real name was Jesus Christ (spelled in some weird line language that I could read). Finally, I had acquired all my books through illicit methods except for two. I was worrying that I would be found out and expelled from school for not having Haruhi powers. I went outside to Starbucks and asked my spirit guide again. I felt reality being altered, but he had just given me a Vipper book again. Why did he go to all that trouble to give me such a worthless book? But suddenly, I understood, and I knew exactly what to do: I had to give the book to a random person on the street, and they would have the exact books I needed. So I walked past a couple of strangers-- I didn't want to give it to a stranger because if it didn't work they'd be weirded out-- then I saw Carol, a real life friend from college, on the street and I gave her the HOW TO VIPPER book. She looked at me, surprised, and said, "Thanks, I've been looking for this forever, take this," and gave me the exact textbook I needed. I dashed back to the Starbucks and showed my friends. Behold! I knew my Haruhi power! And what's more, I didn't even need the weirdd books my guide was giving me-- I could just give people any old random thing that was useless to me and they would exchange it for something I badly needed.

And that's how I became a true student of Haruhi University.

I dreamt I got an offer as a 10 year old to visit India together with my friend (alone, no peeps). Was a bit worred but said "alright"

Then this stupidly annoying kid who used always to be very awkvard&silent(my cousin) shows up from nowhere and debunks the whole thing by setting the teacher giving me the offer on fire. wtf?

Later I get out of class and move around the corridor and just thought for some reason I maybe should visit the school basement boiler-room
Then suddenly it all turns to Unreal Tournament and I'm just standing there until someone blasts me from behind.
Some teammate comes over and fakes sadness over my death and tells me we should thread out of the basement and head over to the HQ and meet up with L.

Yes that L, alias Ryuuzaki from desu noto. I have no idea and suddenly gets put in jail until I figure I'm supposed to be Light. And then I remember my plan not quite working out just as planned, because I'm pretty stupid.
So then I die of starvation. Obviously L forgot all about me.
suddenly Santa lights up the pitch black darkness and asks me if I'm happy with the way I've lived my life, so I answer I wasn't in hopes of getting revived. but
I die once again by getting told to turn the gun on my head

Last night, I dreamt I was a character in a 2d RPG (similar to FF4). My character was some sort of resistance fighter, and was about to be captured. So I took off my space suit (?) and started to glow, because I was being poisoned by nuclear waste or something. I was rushed to the hospital where I had to find room 109, which is where the radioactive elements treatment room was. I had one of those IV drips on wheels to hold on to until I got there.

When I finally found room 109, it wasn't me with the poisoning anymore, but rather some random female about my age. I sat down on the bench outside room 109, where there were two older women; one about 30 and one in her 40s. The 40-year-old (sitting next to me on the bench) started talking to the other woman (sitting across from her) about how cute I was. Then she started hitting on me, and I woke up.

>>70 ... dude, you've been playing too many video games and visit here far too often. Take a break from surreality.

Too many people make shit up and post it in this thread.

>>74
My dream really happened

I harikiri'd myself in a dream. I knew I wasn't actually going to damage myself, but I hesitated before sticking the sword in my belly. The blade effortlessly penetrated my flesh and came out the other side. I felt a slight stomach ache, and woke up.

I had this freaky dream where I got this voice mail on my cell phone from the future, and it was my own voice saying "shit! I almost forgot" and then screaming in horror. Then a few minutes later I was waiting for an elevator, and this girl reminded me that I had to be somewhere, so I said "shit! I almost forgot" and stared at this girl who was with me in disbelief. Just then the elevator opened up to an empty shaft, and as I backed away, something from the ground pulled me down the shaft, and I fell...

to Become a Diplomat

In a few moments I will have a nap and attempt to initiate a lucid dream. I'll post the results in a few hours.

>>78>>79
Hey what we are not the same person. ID Heaven = ???

Er. Yeah. I am >>79 . Change of plan. No napping now. I'm not alone here and television is on being noisy and disturbing. You care.

>>80
Your ID is set to heaven when you sage a thread.

>>83
Oh right, thanks.

I had an LD last night :D It didn't last long... I was waking up and tried to stop it by looking around. That didn't really work. But yay first LD in about a month :D :D

>>82

Trying to draw attention to your post by replying to it under another identity?

Oh yes, if the topic of this thread is of any interest to you (and it probably is since you're reading this),
Have a look at this:
http://www.anonib.com/bookchan/index.php?t=55

I had a great dream last night, but I woke up suddenly with a nosebleed and don't remember all of it. During the part I do remember, I was riding down a road at night in the front seat of a school bus. There were lots of cats on the road, and I was pleading with the driver to make sure he didn't hit any of them. He told me not to worry, because he was a professional. We kept passing a cat with an eyepatch. It was really cute. THE END

Last night I was dreaming of arguing with a loads of cats about theism. The night before that I went to the playground of my old school and pissed in the bushes. In a dream again, that was.

My stupid idiot landlady wanted me to leave because i said I'd leave in 2 months.

Oh yeah, irl, she had asked for the light bulbs. I'm not kidding, the light bulbs... as I was moving in.

I once dreamed that I was with somebody in my house. I can't remember who it was, but I know it was a girl of about my age and height.

We where laughing, and I held her wrist firmly as I guided - probably dragged - her into the bathroom.

I was then in 3rd person view. I saw myself walking into the bathroom, which had yellowish lightbulbs, dragging the girl. I began to take my clothes off: brown pants, a green shirt I like, and threw them to my companion. She began to put them on. I remained only with my boxers, which were red.

The house was pitch black, but there was daylight outside. I rushed out of the bathroom with her, and we hugged tightly, feeling our bodies vibrate with laughter. We rolled on the floor many times, and I saw the black walls being flashed by brown and white stripes.

Then, I was needed, or at least felt like somebody was calling me. We stopped rolling and got up. I walked away, saying goodbye to her, letting loose the hard grip of our hands. I was sad, suddenly. I walked downstairs, still black. I saw in the living room 3 guys with blurred faces talking to each other, watching a little blue television screen under a yellow light. I went through a corridor. I then stood before a window, which let me see the surrounding vegetation, green, GREEN AND ALIVE, big trees and a brick well encased beneath the leaves. I was holding a yellow telephone, felt the hard plastic against my fragile hands. I was waiting for a call, somebody. The phone never rang.

I woke up, only after 2 hours of sleep.

>>90
So... what drugs did you take last night?

j/k, j/k

>>90
i like you

I had this dream about 5 years ago. it's a bit sick, so don't read it if your a bit weak to this kinda stuff.

I was walking the the ally that i grew up in holding a wood chopping ax. I turned back and saw my mother walking on the other side. Then suddenly my body wasn't in my control any more and I started chasing her as she ran away. I started shouting to her to get away cause I can't control my body. she screamed and ran until i caught up to her. I was in tears trying to stop my own hand when i hit her neck and blood sprang out. It was one terrible feeling at that moment. After i done that I was again in control of my own body. I fell to the ground and my tears mixed with blood as they streamed into the cracks in the streets asphalt.

When I was little I had a recurring dream. In the dream my school class went to the community pool (for some reason). I remember I was wearing yellow swim trunks in this dream. Anyway, sharks and alligators suddenly appeared in the pool, and people were getting chomped in half as they were struggling to get out. The water turned red, and I was stuck on this weird platform in the middle of the deep end. My teachers kept screaming at me to dive in and swim for the side to get out, but I was too scared. Usually I lost my balance and started to fall, and then woke up. I probably had this dream 50-100 times from when I was 8 years old until I was 12 or 13.

last night i had a dream where my hands were tied behind my back and some guy was hitting me with a golf club.
and when i woke up i wished i hadn't because my life just sucks that much right now.

I dreamed I was a rocket man
http://tiddlyurl.com/q85arf

I dreampt I was a rocket man
http://tiddlyurl.com/?q85arf

ahh annoyance for the double reply. Pls delete one

It's a strange dream to be a rocket man...

I dreamt about... 100 GET

101 get
holy shit, that was easy

i'm going to get 111

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What the fuck man? This isn't 4chan, leave this crap there.

Last night, I fell asleep with a school book open in front of me that I was reading.

I then dreamt that I was reading a porno mag while jacking off with my hands under the cover. I then fell asleep (I think... either that or temporarily lost consciousness) with the porn mag still open, and while still jacking off.

Next thing I know, my older sister had come into my room to tell me something, and I was awake again. I panicked, and my mind first went to the fact that I was masturbating. However, I then realized that she would probably just think I normally had my arm under the covers, since she couldn't see anything. My mind then turned to the open porno mag.

She pointed at the magazine and said "So, this is the girl?" and I responded "yeah," without looking. I thought to myself (Ah, she saw it. Now what?)

She was then one her way out, and I looked at the magazine. Somehow, it was turned to a page that didn't have any nude models, and just had a girl in an ad, with text on the other side. I was both puzzled by how it was turned there and by her question.

I then yelled after her asking why she had came in in the first place, as I didn't hear it the first time she said it. She yelled back "Oh, I <inaudible> if I <inaudible> someone else would."

...I wonder what Freud would say about this.

>>114

Its normal you have urges of incest. (>_<)

>>115

I believe urges of incest is a NOT normal thing to have.

I was thinking about posting the Dickgirl sister copypasta in response to >>115, but Wiki-chan is down.

>>117
http://etherchan.info/
http://www.halcy.de/kopipe/

etc.

Ok...it's too long. By 12,948 characters it tells me. So...uh go read it yourself.

I had another dream lately. I just remember the ending of it.

I was in this court, like in a school, a playground of some sort, with people standing there. Most of them looked like teenagers, although a little bit older than me. They were fighting against some sort of being that created explosions on the other side of the court, smoke rose from the buildings. I couldn't make sense of what was happening because of all the people around me, I just could see guys throwing sticks and stuff at the "thing". Then this guy, older, tougher than me, grabbed hold of my body. He strongly held my torax and my legs and swung me around in circles. I could feel his hands almost tearing through my flesh, my guts screaming in pain. He let go of me and I flew away a few meters, then skid across the concrete floor. I stood up again, and saw only a bunch of girls and guys looking at the distance, like in a stance of readiness before an attack. The guy got me again, but grabbed my hand. He began to go in circles again, my feet rose from the ground. I put my other hand on his wrist. He let go. I flew, saw the girls and the guys about to start running towards the thing passing by me. I landed on the floor, but kept on going. I was going fast, my body got into a position in which a 90° angle was formed. My arms were open, lose from the speed. I saw the tiles forming the floor going past me, then patches of grass. WHAM!!!

I woke up, 6:17 AM.

I had a Long dream, and i am sure in part of it i found out what DQN really stands for, i don't remember now :/
seriously

i had a strange dream last night.

i was, for some reason, on a train which was thought to go back to my town. the train was about to start. i looked around and found that many pple from my cildhood were also on the train. actually we were together going back to our town.

the train started, and soon later, a girl tipped me off that on of the other girls loved me. i didnt love her, but it was good to hear someone loved me. sort of mixed feeling. confused but pleased.

and then, everybody was talking together. the topic was "love" and i said jokingly if i had known how to talk to girls better, i would held 2 or more girls in hand. for some reason, some of them, including the one who loved me, got so upset about what i said, and moved away from me but the pple who didnt get upset stayed with me.

but soon after, we realised we were on a wrong train, so we went back to the station where we started. on the way back, i told my friends i was just joking, and how stupid of the pple who left me to take my joke so seriously. i was so annoyed.

it seemed they felt sorry for me, but when we got back to the station, i found out that somebody told them what i said on the way back. i was so annoyed again, but i dicided not to worry too much about it.

by the way i and my friends changed trains and enjoyed talking about some stupid things. then i saw there was a different train from the window, and the annoying pple were on that train. yes. i took a wrong train again. i saw the girl who loved me was sitting alone, so i jumped over to the train from the window, and sat right next to her. i was still annoyed a bit, but i talked to her very gently to apologize. but she
didnt forgive me and said to that "it was sin to say such things. we have different religions, so u have to be careful of what u say. for some pple it can be so offensive".

i was so angry about what she had just said, so i said "what the fuck! i said i had been joking! watch ur fucking mouth, we have different religions..r u a comedian or something?"

then i woke up.

>>121
Was it Dee Queue Nnnn?

This thread needs a bump.

Also, recent dream of mine:

I was playing a game, which was also reality, where I was a prisoner in some sort of concentration camp. It was a tall grey-blue stone tower, and my fellow prisoners were teenagers like me. There were male uniformed Nazi Aryan ubermench guards roaming around. Eventually there were only 3 of us left... what happened to the others? I donno. I was there with a black girl and an Asian girl. I found a way to escape - a hole in the fence on the roof. They decided they didn't want to escape, and committed suicide. I escaped. ~HAPPY ENDING~

>>116
i think freud would say that everybody has these urges, but in normally developed individuals such urges are repressed and seen as incredibly dirty and wrong. so people who consciously have these urges are normal in the sense that everybody has that desire (even if they dont know it) but they are messed up in the head because they arent repressing that shit

>>123 No , it was ... how should I explain...: very shocking and somehow ancient!

Last night I dreamed I was a girl riding a bike naked, exposing myself and masturbating. At some point I got my penis back and spooged, in real life and in the dream. When I woke up I laughed.

2power7 get!

I think I dreamed I got a good GET last night! Among other things that would take longer to type.

I sometimes happen to dream the same thing or place on different days.

I dreamed, about a week ago, of something. I can't really remember what it was, but can only recall one part where I was following this girl on a desert. She climed this dune, which had a few plants growing on the upper part. I climbed afterwards.

When I got on the top of the dune, I saw a poisoned river, contaminated with green goo and plastics. It looked really sad, the water running from right to left carrying those depressing materials. I remember even seeing used condoms floating.

I looked at the trash flow by, and suddenly had a memory flashback: I had been there before! It was a blue, rich and happy river flowing peacefully across a desert, uniting the land with the wide blue yonder. I remember that in that old dream I saw people looking in the distance, with their feet in the water, as if waiting for something to happen or to come.

I sometimes think that my life was a waste, that I had very few good childhood memories. But I do have them, and many! It is my nihilistic and sad point of view in life that I often have that covers my memories like a blanket. I have a happy life, but I think it is rubbish because I just don't value it enough, and live in auto-pilot all day long.

And sometimes I wonder, was I really there, in my dreams, in my memories? Or was it just a byproduct of my strange mind?

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This dream is really bizarre and I don't know what the point is, but here I am, posting it anyway:

In last night's dream, I was walking around a hill in some area near, but downhill from, downtown. More open spaces, bright, spring-y or summer-y (or fall-y, but not wintry); trees and stuff. Went into a community college, there was this girl who had a physical disability of some kind. In my mind she had had limbs amputated (I remember thinking that, "she's had limbs amputated" or such), but she did not really. I don't know what the actual problem was.

Anyway, I went into a shower stall in the back right corner of a bathroom (the entrance being in the front left), and was showering, when this girl came in and asked to use the shower. She had to for some reason. So I left the shower stall, and then realized it would be appropriate for me to leave the bathroom completely, so I did that, too, and was out in some kind of a carpeted room waiting. There was a loud crash and the whole building shook and I thought, oh no, they've crashed it into something -- the whole building had been moving apparently, like a cruise ship on land.

I thought, those idiots running this place, they crashed into something. And I worried if the girl would be okay, having been in the shower at the time, and having a physical disability. "Oops," came a voice, and it took a second before I realized that was someone on the college building's PA oopsing. [One announcement had previously been made, also inept and casual, in a part of the dream I forgot.] "We seem to have crashed," the announcement went on, something like that, blah blah. The girl came out of the bathroom looking unnerved, I guess she had a towel on or something, didn't really notice, and part of what she said was, "I can't have my arms amputated again." This didn't make sense -- she definitely did have arms, in actuality -- but the whole amputating of arms was just more or less symbolic, existing in words and thoughts. In other words, a future crash of this sort could be problematic.

This is a great thread.

When I was little I had a series of dreams (or at least I think it was a series) in which I was pursued by terrifying sumo wrestlers. They ambushed me in my back yard, and as I tried to run, they managed to out-manouver me and corner me on my block, one of them uphill, the other downhill. As One of them grabbed me in a crushing grip, a giant oscillating drill extended out of his inflated navel. I panicked and tried to escape and managed to wriggle out of his grasp. I ran down the length of the street, but the drill chased after me as the sumo wrestler laughed like a cartoon villain. The drill pierced the back of my shirt right before I woke up.

I had the perfect plan to rob a bank, every thing was done flawless and was all right. then I turned to see the sun outside the window when I remembered that I for got them all together.

-Black-

through a sniper scope I am watching my self, I pull the trigger

-I wake up-

I dreamt that I was doing some shady business, and the shopowner gave me change in "Mexican money" which was like real money except it was large, brightly colored, and signed by a bunch of jokesters pretending to be the "Secretary of Women's Rights" and so forth. Somehow I knew that this Mexican money was a substitute for real money, but only working-class people would accept it and I couldn't deposit it at a bank, so I asked my friend to make change. I forget what the rest of the dream was about but it involved a lot of traveling.

Girl bouncing on top of me in my bed, was only there enough to half know what was going on, couldn't move, frozen I guess. WHen she left she left her cell phone.

I dreamt that I was sitting comfortably in a warm, heavy, oversized throne, barely awake; my head resting on my hand like Joey Bishop. And my hair was silver and short but at times appeared a cold blue. And there was a young handsome man, who I believe was my son, holding a sceptre and speaking to a great many people about some sort of system. But as I looked closer at these people, I noticed they were very mechanical in nature, like animatronics without the skin layer. And their movements were jagged and harsh, and their voices were very synthesized and incomprehensible, like listening to transformers in German. And I looked at the back of my hand and noticed it was marked with a hexagon, and then noticed all of these machines were marked with a hexagon. It was as if I was watching myself and being myself simultaneously. I forgot the rest.

>>136
I lied. I never had such a dream.

I dreamt that I was living in some weird kind of warehouse/garden house thing.

Then I recieved a phone call from a (cute) woman that I sort of know online and have "seen around" in real life.

I was sort of happy and wondering why she had called me when she started telling me why. However, as soon as she started, my mother came in and started yelling something embarassing.

I turned to ask my mother things like "who said you could come into my house?" and "Why are you yelling? I'm on the phone."

When I got back to the phone, she wasn't on anymore. :(

I dreamt I was working for Squeeks in a chip shop...

>>139
what is a chip shop?

>>140
Like the Frito-Lay factory I guess.

>>141
ahh....i get it now.

>>140
"Chips" are what Brits call Freedom Fries

now im confused again.

In my dream, I was looking for some information on Wikipedia, but I just saw a page saying Wikipedia was gone, like all the content had been lost in a crash. I thought, "But there were so many backups and mirrors! How could this happen?!" But all the Wikipedia clones and mirrors on the web displayed the same thing about the content being gone. I frantically tried to find a useful non-Wikipedia link in my search results, to get the information I needed, but I couldn't find any.

>>145
one time i had a dream where i found out that wikipedia had been gone for over a year and i hadn't noticed. that was a really good dream.

I don't remember much about it, but apparently there was this super-awesome hard-cover doujin that was going to be released(at an american con? lawl) , and I really wanted it bad... but something happened and I was forced to leave. I came back to my room late that night, and the guy I was staying with (who was no one I know) had fallen asleep with the prized doujin covering his face.

I only make make a nightmare every other decade, so yesterday when I dreamed the fucked up scene I'll post about, as soon as I woke up I knew the mental image would be burned forever in my mind. Basically, a woman underwent a surgery that made its whole body look like raw salmon. I have trouble remembering why, but I know there was a reason for this. Words alone won't convey just how fucked up it looked.

I had a strange dream last night. I had a dog (that looked very similar to a dog I had when I was younger). For some reason the dog was cursed and turned people into zombie-like things even though the dog wasn't undead itself. Then my couch was spawning zombies and they were crawling past me. One of the zombies was this girl I used to like. I tried to hold on to her but she told me to let go and she crawled off and faded out. (I think this was a dream within a dream but I'm not sure.) I decided to toss the dog out and another dog arrived to protect me from the cursed dog. But then for some reason the protector dog disappeared. The cursed dog was back in the house somehow. It turns out that the broomstick in the kitchen had this bacteria on it. The cursed dog would lick it and when it licked people they would turn into zombies (wtflol?). Skip a few scenes... and my sister became one and she was scary looking as hell. I ran outside and a car drove up. A stranger and my aunt showed up. The stranger got out the car and I got in and started to drive away.

I hate dreams.

I had a odd dream a few days ago where I was apparently a Russian soldier in East Germany, I and a KGB agent where driving around the countryside looking for a nuclear bomb the East Germans stole from us.

It ended with a big gun battle between the Spetsnaz and some East German mechanized infantry and tanks.

I dreamt that my Black Lagoon torrents had finished downloading, but they couldn't save because my HD was filled up. That was the closest thing I've had to a nightmare that I can remember in the past 2 or 3 months.

My dream is to be a professor!

I remember trying to fight off some girl with a sword. Being to afraid to sword fight, I started hovering in the air casting danmaku, but I found it very hard to stay afloat.

i had a dream last night that i was on a spaceship that was controlled by speaking SQL queries out loud, which sorta sucked. but i was wearing a really cool uniform so it was ok.

>>154
That is a nightmare

I had a dream in which I was female and going out with my normal self.. it eventually became a wet dream. (O_o)

>>155
you didn't see just how cool the uniform was.

I had a dream that was a mix of Clock Tower, Silent Hill, Chtulhu and a school trip. Suprisingly, everyone was in fact having lots of fun. Even when that tentacle-monster broke half of the mansion, and we had to sleep under the stars in our bedrolls. Then I became sad because I realized one of my best highschool friends was sleeping in the same bedroll as my high-school crush (my biggest ever), and I woke up.
Then I pondered how disturbed I have to be to dream of all that stuff altogether and not making it a nightmare.

>>158
according no a dream interpretation site, this dream represents the grief and misfortune you feel for wasting your potential in highschool

>>159
I don't know, I was having fun too in the dream. But you might be right, who knows. Anyway I sure do feel grief and misfortune for the girl, although my friend didn't get her either.

check it. its like i came out of the blue to say A and especially emphasize that one word B and then i write entirely about C and say D and E specifically, without even thinking about F, really weird, and then i see a thread about F and i say im going to take a look at F and like WTF?!?! its B C and D right there staring back at me and all i have to say is F is somehow Gng with me.

>>161
Wait... what?

>>161 my bad

> its B D and E right there staring back at me

fixed

More like, it's D E and A there staring back at you.

I had a nightmare. A large group of soldiers attacked my school and killed every one, it was really bloody, dissected limbs every where, people running and screaming. I got an RPG-7 in my head and woke up, all sweaty.

I dreamt that I failed out of school and so my parents kicked me out of the house. My friend let me stay at his place until I got back on my feet. While I was there, his sister would always flirt with me, and it got to the point where we were cuddling in bed, until her mom told her that she shouldn't sleep with me. Apparently, she was just feeling sorry for me and when I find out she really doesn't love me, I will be even more fucked up.

I dreamt that my friend was making out with his girlfriend in my room, and the girlfriend said "What?! How did you get so good at this? This must be somebody else's dream." And then I woke up and LOLed.

>>166
I hate to break it to you, but that wasn't a dream.

I actually had a dream the other day. I dreamt that I was in a very strange sort of school located in the downtown of some unknown city. Each department was a tall black skyscraper, and to move from one to the other, you had to cross very busy streets. I was terrified to look up, so I kept my head down towards the sidewalk or on a map. I was alone, I felt lonely. Each class I walked to had groups of friends and couples chatting and playing together. They seemed to be aware of my existence, but failed to recognize it. There were large staircases made of stone everywhere, with exotic plants scattered about. I kept wanting to follow a beautiful young couple, both of which had short hair and wore scarfs. They seemed so intelligent and in love. I could never catch up to them. I felt horrible for even being interested in their affairs at all.

>>169
Now that's a good dream to analyze your life situaiton.

Bump for being a great thread

>>169 scarves not scarfs moron

Last night I dreamt (wtf spellcheck error?!) that I got kicked out of my classroom for talking too much. I distinctly recall that there were windows in the ceiling so you could see the stars shining really clearly. I've had a few dreams where the night is glittered with stars and planets, always leaving me slightly in awe. Anyway, outside there was a boy classmate. I felt as if he was familiar, but I'd never seen him before. He keeps comforting me for some reason and gives me some loose change. I keep smiling at him and suddenly I have this longing to be safe in his arms. I wake up soon after that.

Last night I had a dream where I was talking to a girl I like about something, I don't remember what, and then suddenly my cousin walked over to me and kissed me o.o
More stuff happened after that, but I don't really want to even think about it right now. I was really glad when I woke up and realized it was just a dream. It was horrible ;.;

Oh, and in case anyone was wondering, my cousin is female.
Maybe it wasn't so bad... She is really cute... If only the idea of having that sort of relationship with my cousin didn't seem so wrong...
And if that really happened I'd probably have no chance of ever having any kind of relationship with the girl i like...

lol you fag

>>174 sucks for you. here there can be marriage between cousins and romance is A-okay! haha!

lol you fag

I recently seem to have light sleep. I manage to sleep, but my body is too aware of my surroundings. And I also can dream, but like static :( Images flip in my mind but I can't get a hold of anything clear.

In one of those dream flashes, I remember reading a text on something very familiar like this forum board. I can't remember precisely what it said, but I know it was something like this:

Originally:
Tienes flojeritis, o simplemente no quieres aceptar la realidad?

In english:
Are you lazy, or you simply don't want to accept reality?

I was so startled when I woke up, as if my mind or consciousness had written that to me.

http://www.treasuretrooper.com/157248

Last night I dreamt that my left eye was damaged. My eyes are brown, and my left iris was tinted red. The pupil was huge and dark red, with a bright bloody cut in it. It made my vision blurry.

I usually have no control in my dreams, It's mostly like I'm a bystander in myself. Anyway, last night I dreamt I was fucking some girl, she was quite anonymous and I wasn't really excited about it. The wierd thing is that, as the whole thing progressed, it suddenly became clear it was my younger sister! And, she's like 5?? Somehow in the obscurity of it all she still seems grown up, and still I can't control the content of the dream either, but I feel a clear sense of disgust as things develop. Then I was waken by the phone, luckily....

>>181
The original may have had less information, but I like it better than that fix.

>>174
Spoiler: you already have no chance. Make your time.

>>182

wtf r u talking about??

>>183
Wow, you must be psychic or something.
I just found out today that I really do have no chance at all with the girl I like.
And I don't think my cousin would want to have that kind of relationship with me either...
My life sucks.

I found this post in my internet photodiary, written on March 25th of 2006. A year ago! I can't remember what my dream was like -_-

I dreamt last night of a possible future, or an inverted, parallel universe, of the deformed reality I live in. I was in the living room, walking towards the kitchen, I think. The weather was great, sunny and warm, although the house seemed to be a little cool. As I approached the kitchen I looked left, towards the east, to the back garden. I remember the purity and life of the lifeforms hanging on the tree, round, tender leaves, reflecting light and covering a humid soil of low altitude vegetation, grass and weeds. There where a few leaves falling to the ground in peace, silent. The sky was partially cloudy, or maybe foggy, there was something gray between the mountains far away and the wide blue yonder.

Then, I looked left, in a natural way, as if I was just looking at the hills far away. In the distance, just a few meters away from me, on the backyard, a few friends where there looking at each other. Then, they came very close to each other and kissed passionately. I felt alien to the situation, but deep inside there was some joy or something about to implode. I saw a few looking at me to salute me, and I saluted them to, from the windows, transparent as fine air. I then looked right, and came upon other friends, but they looked much more older than they do in reality. We sat, and we began to chat. Nothing came to mind, as I talked to them with an incredible feeling of happiness. I remember them saying that I and another friend nearby where impossible to be taken apart, that we looked kind of similar and had great bonds with each other.

When I woke up, a sudden feeling of sadness came upon me, as I tried to recover the images I had seen in my dream. My brain deletes those dreams from my memory, but I know that deep inside remains of them are left behind. As I read in a spanish girl's blog, our mind seems to expire and decay periodically, when we come upon different situations that suggest different reactions, when we suddenly change our field of view and transfer to a different reality and another tomorrow, the elongation of the past.

Aah! I think I remember now

I dreamt about waking up for school. i passed every test that the teachers gave me. i was very happy. but i woke up and at school, experienced the total opposite of my dream... dreams never come true

ah that reminds me, 2 nights ago i had a dream about being back in school in an english class. but i didnt understand what the hell was being written on the board so i just sat there in a huff. so the teacher picked on me and i started having a massive go at her about how i didnt understand what the fuck was on the board so how the hell am i supposed to make notes from it. so as im yelling im also crying but just because im yelling so hard and its hard to make out my words. and everyone else in the class is just sat there like :| wtf? and then i realise i have a gum shield in (dunno what youd call them in the US, a mouth guard? used for sports like boxing etc) so i spit it out and man my mouth is so full of spit and tears and snot haha so i carry on shouting at the teacher but my voice is still really messed up.

I'm constantly having dreams about my super-cute lesbian friend (who is a really nice person). I dream that we go out to dinner and she sends me e-mails and stuff. The funny thing is, even in the dreams I can never seem to imagine her as straight. Fantasizing about her is impossible.

last night, i dreamed again that i'm just a ghost or somthing.
the strange thing is it's just that i've keep visiting a few couples, married and cohibitating types, over these years in my dreams.
They never ever seen me nor realized i'm there, so i've seen almost evry events in their love lives from their first meetings to sex scenes to fights between them and even some of their death.
the only name i've had is A&^%$%, a name some guy (the only one who can see me) called me and this guy kinda share my fate too. don't ask me WTF is that name given, it could be some kinda language that i don't know, and yes it sounded right in that dream.
anyway, it make me kinda attached to these guys yet i couldn't do anything to help them.

thaks for listening

I had this dream a few days ago.

So I was in school and it was over for the day, time to go home.
I got in this elevator, there were some other students in there.
Everybody in there looked the same, there were all wearing the same style of clothing.
I was wearing all black clothes, which is mostly what I wear in real life.
As we got out I looked at the city, it was dystopian, the time was in the distant future.
There were lots of cars around, and lots of tall buildings.
I got in my car and started driving, I noticed that this girl was driving on a really shiny black bike, kind of like a crotch rocket.
If you played deus ex then you know of those camera bots that hover around the area.
Well I had one and started to chase her with it.
She ended up crashing and the bike was on top of her, she couldn't get up.
Then this tapain shot into her face, and pulled out.
There was this hole in her head and stuff was oozing out.

After that I woke up.

I had a dream about a week ago, a really good one. I don't seem to dream anything memorable, although I dream a lot on a single night. Unfortunately, I have to force my mind to remember every part of it. My dream memory goes blank -_-

So, here it goes...
At school we were havng a physics exam. I remember I had to wait for my exam to come because we ran out of them. The exam was 6 questions long, and I had to use a calculator. It was such a fine, sunny day.

While doing the exam, I was eating a Gansito, a cake-like meal sold locally (Mexico). For some reason, my physics teacher was also eating one. I looked back, somebody alterted me that the director was near. She was wearing beige clothes and was talking to the prefect in her common tone of voice. Halfway through the exam, I was given a cilindrical eraser-like object which you had to slide sideways in order to reveal its insides. I forced the object and managed to open it. But I didn't see anything in it, so I reported it to the teacher. The classmates suggested rubbing it and sentences would form on the pieces. I did so.

I finished the exam. Other classmates did too. Our physics teacher was explaining something to some students, not related to the class if I remember well. I looked back to my friends behind me. They were happily listening to the teacher, and nodded occassionaly. I walked out of the classroom and saw the nature outside. The trees were so green from the sunlight. I was getting my stuff ready and asked my friends about a field trip we were going to a few days later. It was a thursday, because some of my someone else told me it was on saturday, two days later.

[Continued...]

Continued...

I came across this mathematics teacher. She is so cool but I am always afraid of her because of her tone of voice and sense of justice °_° I was going to go out, and she told me that she could take me through an alternate route, a short cut in a way.

She took me to this corridor. It was cold. Very cold. And it was raining, fog filled the sky. At the middle of the corridor, I stopped following her, and looked at my suroundings. The corridor's floor was packed with trash bags, corpses and rats. The corridor was connected to a street filled with trash too and was covered with fog.

I yelled out the teather's name. My phone rang and a message popped up asking me to make a decision of life and death, of planning the future and living life fully. I dashed outside to say goodbye to my teacher on desert streets.

._.

Last night I had such a queer dream. I dreamt a short Chinese girl from my language class, let's call her Chen, and I were sitting nervously in a Victorian-style sitting room (I forget why) with a bunch of strangers. We're only acquaintances and we didn't know why we were there or who the strangers were. We were just chatting, trying to solve some sort of problem, and someone got all stiff, stood up jerkily, said something, and collapsed into his chair. It turned out that he had been possessed by the spirit of some friendly ghost who was sitting in on the conversation. Just then, Chen and I suddenly felt a tugging at our backs, and I lost control of my body. A ghost spoke through both of us at once and then sat us back down.

Then Chen confessed to me, saying "I love you," and I kissed her. Because apparently we were bonded in soul, or something. I wish this dream happened in real life.

>>196

Nice post. Except for the last sentence. Loser.

>>197

You got to remember, people write these things right after they wake up... okay, you got me, I'm a loser.

I dreamed last night I was in a giant French supermarket called 'OTAKU'. I don't know why they called their store that, and I remember wondering to myself why they named it OTAKU as I dreamed. I think it was kind of like Walmart.

That reminds me of a dream I had about Family Mart opening up a branch in California. This new branch was really classy, like a Starbucks. It tasted just like good old Family Mart food though. Mmm... Japanese fast food is delicious.

Also that was an excellent 200get and I don't care what anyone says

You know, I don't dream all that often, but I did last night. This is what it was:

I saw a person get chewed up by a worm-like beast that seemed like some 3-way cross between those worms from the movie Tremors, the sand-pit thing from Return of the Jedi, and a garbage disposal. It threw him up in the air and I could see it had already eaten everything below his waist... he was screaming terribly. I could've pulled him away, but I knew he was already going to die, and so I figured the best thing to do was to let the creature go ahead and finish eating him so he would die quicker. :\

After that, I dreamed that Gohan from DBZ had grown up (and grown a sharp-looking beard) and was beating the crap out of someone. After a while, he told them to not use their power for bad things anymore, and then Goku (?!) and two other guys just randomly decided to "hey, let's go on an adventure!" And this was the sudden, no-lead-up-to-it last episode of DBZ. The end theme for the show was set to the opening theme from Gankutsuou, and featured Emma running in slow motion, backwards... only to find out that, when she was young, she was Triela from Gunslinger Girl.

... that's CRAZY!

She came to the door with her friend and Jeff. He was angry at me and wanted people to know. She told Jeff. Jeff looked upset. Soon enough her friends started coming over. My Uncle was there and asking what was the problem. I told him to leave and for some privacy. I told her to leave. Her friends forced themselves in. I, one by one, beat them up and tossed them over the balcony. Later on Jeff was making him a sandwich in the kitchen. I confronted him about the situation and why he was with the girl. He was upset and loyal to me, but still angry. Later on I found myself downstairs lying in bed as a brown van pulled into the driveway. I approached the van and its two occupants, a young couple in their late thirties who were looking for directions to Gordon road. The directions were written by Tyler. I was confused as to how directions to Gordon road could lead them to my driveway. I tried to write new directions but decided to write them elsewhere due to my suspicion of the people in the van. As I walked away from the van, the father of the girl from before was walking up the stairs to the house and looking inside, holding some papers and a gun. He saw me and an altercation ensued. I took the gun from his hands and he ran away. I shot him twice, once in the forehead from a long distance and he lay dead, facing the house, against the tree. I looked at the van to see if the couple had noticed. They seemed to be laughing and completely unaware of what was going on. Relieved I began to approach the van, however; the woman who was in the van previously, was all of a sudden standing by the dead mans body pointing a gun at me. She shot me 5 or 6 times while telling me she was happy to do it and she would enjoy the rest of her life and I was going to die. I ended up dieing and feeling empty. I woke up.

Ctrl+v from my dreamlog, with edits:

Walking along the road where my old school was. It was raining. A crowd of kids were about; I guessed they were stone down students going on a school trip. The bright sun suddenly emerged, and the blue sky was scattered with about 20 rainbows of various shapes. It looked lovely. It caused strangers to comments on it to one another. I looked at them until they faded away, and remember wishing I had my camera to photograph them, then I thought ‘would I look silly, photographing the sky?’ Silly question.

With some family members at a grassy park/field place where some events were occurring… party? Lining up for food. Wasn’t sure if I had to pay or not… payment as with badges that were served with the food. No, makes no sense.

I remember searching for someone and some things (some various coloured items, in a videogamey fashion), in various ‘fun-house’ structures.

Waiit. I was actually playing a game. It was like that 3D Doctor Brain fps, in colours and chunky shapes. And in first person (I.e. I was ‘actually’ there). There was a level select zone, a large room with a large round ring of square panels on the floor, each panel was incorporeal and one could drop through it into a level. I explored aimlessly.

Went into forest there was one large, thick tree, with four massive mushrooms sticking out of the sides. (the tree was a rough square prism shape). My step-dad said he use to cultivate these fungi and eat them. They were also useful for sitting on. The one at the back was more irregular in shape. It was like a rough staircase, leading up to a hole going up into the tree. My cousin A went in, and didn’t come back out for a while… he said he saw bridges over pits of red water (not lava)

Going to find somewhere to eat. Went to some sports place… indoor football place. About six tiny pitches were here, all boxed next to each other. Decided that this was a rubbish place to eat. Went outside. Walking along a road with train tracks too… Mum was hit by a small, fast black old-fashioned-style train. It pushed her along for a few seconds, then knocked her over and started dragging her away into the distance. I tried to rewind time, which didn’t work.

Something about a cat.

Since I started meditating, I've had some strange dreams.
The first one really startled me...

I was in this city, I had no idea where I was. I think I was walking in a central business district, and went into an electronics shop. I remember that somebody had told me that in that building I could look into my memories as if my brain was a hard drive of some sort. I went in and asked this guy, who somehow looked like me ._. to help me check my memories. He ordered me to sit on a strange chair and wait for a while. Then he appeared with some gloves and opened my forehead with his hands. I could see how I was inside: my head had 2 compartments, the lower was where the brain was kept, and the upper had the memory drive. He took a black box out of the upper compartment and set it on a computer appliance. A set of images from my memories appeared on the computer screen. I was quite surprised to see my sister with some guy in the screen, flickering. I asked him if he could put my memory box back. He said he couldn't: once it's extracted and used, it cannot be inserted back to the person's head again. He gave my memory box back. I was holding it with such fear: I won't be able to remember anything anymore! I won't be capable of even remembering who I am!

Sadly, I walked out of the store. I came across with some friends. One of them had their memory box extracted too, but was still able to remember me. He didn't look worried. I was desperate.

A few minutes later I was walking with my friend and some strangers down a hill.

I remember, my friend was wearing a blue shirt. And I recognized the hill I was walking on, and the city I was in too. We kept walking down. My friend stopped. But I continued going down.

A sudden breeze came through, lifting leaves up from the ground and moving the trees and bushes.
In seconds, two little white dogs ran up towards me and bit my back. They hung to my clothes so fiercely, that I began to feel pain. I woke up, with a pain on my back from sleeping on my left side.

What is stranger in this dream is that I thought it was real. I placed my hands on my head, cursing. I was about to lose everything that I knew of. Every place that I have gone to, the thousands of persons I had seen, the people I loved, the things I learned, music, everything about life and death, even me. I was about to cry.

"If I lose my memory, I won't be able to turn in next week's project. And I have an important trip next month!" People I talked to in my dream were shocked by it. What was I going to do??? I was so relieved when I woke up and flipped back to reality. It was really scary.

Yesterday I dreamt that a friend of mine just got married.

Soon after that, it was my turn. My wedding day. I was so happy, and, mhh... "very in love" in my heart, you know, that strange kind of euphoria. Everything was organized, I had a nice white jacket, and a lot of my family arrived.

The strange thing is, although I knew her and all that stuff, I couldn't "see" the girl I was going to marry... [understand: in my dream, I knew the girl, but it was as if she "faded away" in the "dream picture", always evasive, disappearing - it's hard to explain as it was more "felt" than "seen"].

Suddenly someone jumped on my back. I guessed it was her but I wasn't sure, so I asked her to show me her ring, which she did. I noticed she was my aunt. I carried her to the rest of my family and when she got off my back, I saw her face and noticed she had a lot of bruises on the face. I asked her about it, and she told me she was assaulted some time ago, a guy beat her hard and then tried to pull one of her eyes out of its socket.

Then I was told to go to the marriage site, that was on the other side of the shopping mall I just noticed we were all standing in. I was late, so I had to run, and I crashed in the wine standings, miraculously breaking only two bottles, which I had to pay for. My father soon arrived and tried to pay, but I managed to before he could.

I then walked to where everyone was standing for the marriage, but when I got close to the 'girl' (who was still that "evasive" feeling) and I thought I'd finally see her clearly, I woke up.

I think I can guess "what" and "who" she was, but still... this was really disturbing, as well as sweet. And a bit depressing, too, given the fact that I'm a longtime single, hehe.

Sigh... speaking of dreams...
most of my dreams are either being chased by unforseen things (you know like in horror movie thing)
or either falling from a very high place and apparently its bottomless and i kept falling and falling and falling.
got a clue whats the meaning of it O.O?

Though recently even wierder, as much as wierd as it is whenever i tried hard to remember it, i never able to do so.

>>208
Normal case for being a closet-gay.

>>208
The reason you're having trouble with remembering your dreams is because dreams are stored in your temporary memory. Same case for everyone.

I suppose that is true, i wonder how some manage to remember what they dream about along with detail and such

lol

>>211
It's training.
When you wake up, grab the last thought that you had before waking up and say it loudly, or instantaneously grab a notepad and write it. If you don't, unless your dream is a really weird one that marked you, you'll lose it in seconds, because as >>210 said it's stored in your temporary memory. So like anything stored there, you have to quickly write it down/spam it in your head to actually remember it.

When you have the "last detail" you usually can remember most of the dream.

Then it's a question of training. The more you do it, the more often you can remember a whole dream and with the more details/accuracy.

I tried to post my dreams, but I just checked and my dreams are missing. T_T;

the weirdest dream well i should say nightmare, is where i'm a tub of butter and i get spread on some toast..and i'm squished in this sandwich it's actually quite terrifying -___-...how strange O__o...

>>215 that is hot if you are female.

I don't remember the specifics, but it involved a short, cute Asian girl with short hair and glasses, who was somehow Hazuki from Tsukuyomi. Later, I wandered around an enclosed, yet goes-on-forever smoky nightclub looking for her.

i had a dream me and my friends went to a party and got a heroin junkie to be a designated driver

I had the following dream:

I felt my hair and it hung over my face (in real life my hair is not that straight). When I looked in a mirror in front of me I saw there were two parts where my hair was longer, on the left and right side of my face. I repositioned that hair so it was a bit more symmetrical and in the mirror I looked really cute and feminine, Bridget-like (although I had black-ish hair). I felt really happy to look like that and walked away.

I had a dream where me and my freinds were at my dad's house and he was upstairs asleep so we went downstairs and turned on the radio and my friend pushed me into the bottom speaker, so I grabbed onto her leg and she grabbed onto my other friend's arm and we all went into the radio, we found a dark city where everything was brown and dark brown and dark red, we wandered around for a bit then we left and we were back at my dad's house, but when we got there this dude was trying to kill us so we went back into the bottom speaker, but this time i was the last one to go and I got stuck, then I woke up.

A few months later I had the same dream exept we were having a party and it was just me and my friend from camp, he didn't beleve me about the radio so i tried to go back in but I tried from the top speaker and nothing happened, he told me not to tell lies to him and he walked off, then i stuck my arm in the top speaker and I felt empty space and i knew it was the different world, i called him back in and he told me that if I was tricking him he would beat me up so i pulled my arm out and it was a Transformer's arm then as he was coming back into the room I stuck my other arm in and it turned into the same thing, he saw my arms and stuck his hand in and pulled it out and nothing happened so he was mad but he wallked away, then I relized I tried to get in the wrong way and I woke up.
can someone explain this dream to me? send the explanation to Zombiequeen12@aol.com please

I dreamy last night about DJing @ otakon and all the other djs sucked except for me :)

I dreamy last night about DJing @ otakon and all the other djs sucked except for me :)

>>221-222

same person.

>>223
lies and slander

I dreamt last night that I was falling indefinitely, in a void of complete nothingness.

>>225
/wrist emo

>>226
((/ デ.ㄟ) Don't hate... just feel.

I dreamed of the facesitting of moses!

>>226
For one thing, it's not "emo", and secondly, I don't have control over my dreams.

>>229
Ignore him, he obviously just learned the word a week ago and is trying to fit in everywhere he can.

I went back to Uni. Went to a different location from usual, a warehouse-like building in a place like outside of my old College. This class would, we were told, involve 80% skiing and 20% chemistry. (This has nothing to do with my actual uni course, comp-sci). One classmate requested that we do the bulk of the skiing first, because that would give us a chance to 'think about formulas and chemical compounds' and stuff. The lecturer seemed to consider the idea. I quickly realised I had neglected to bring all my stuff (bag, books, equipment). I wouldn't matter. I was given ski equipment and we just walked to the nearby ski slope. It was really nearby, just like 2metres from the building. It was an outdoor wooden structure, like an outdoor adventure-park thing, with parts that were inexplicably underneath cold weather. Snowing. We first had to climb up stairs. This structure had lots of them. It was like a maze raised above the ground on wooden stilts. I skiied for about 5 seconds. Then I tried to exit the 'maze'. Started off rather linear. Then came to a dead end, where the the path seemed to bend up 90 degrees, then off sideways to the right/back. Then the person behind me realised before I did - you could walk on the sidepart of this distorted section. (Actually, the structure changed while I wasn't looking at it. Blasted dream-physics.) He went ahead in front of me. This section had a piece of escalator embedded into the structure. There was a moving part, even. Further along the path... noticed a place I could climb-drop down to ground level. Some wooden bars made a mini climbing frame. I also noticed a crowd of other customers lining up to get onto the structure - to ski or play in the maze, I did not know.

In my dream, Billy Corgan had been a designer or proprietor of the NES or some 16-bit game system. On a business trip to get a retailer (or other lower gnome on the totem pole) named Mark hooked up, he mentioned Lua (an embeddable programming language used in modern games) scripting and how it, though not ready for fully being rolled out, was in the testing stages. Mark was interested, and Billy explained his idea for wanting to test it, and Mark wanted to participate.

So I watched this video of the testing going down. The way it worked was, four testing volunteers including Mark each lay on adjacent beds, and starting from the guy on the right, they'd pass a bucket overhead to the person to their right (my left watching this). The bucket was wired to Billy's bloodstream so that he would be hurt in some serious way if the bucket was fumbled. Also, a high-velocity nail would be launched at the arm of whoever first fumbled it, drawing blood.

I watched the first two passers pass the bucket successfully on left, wondering when someone would mess up. One of the bucket passers was a woman. Then some Smashing Pumpkins fan and know-it-all who was watching the video with me spoilt it, saying, "Mark's the one who messes up first."

Indeed, I saw Mark throw the bucket in some weird, wrong way to nowhere, and say "Sorry". Then suddenly the camera was in on a closeup shot of only his head. I asked out loud why, but before the know-it-all could answer, I realized it was to spare us the gory details of his arm. The video footage was also cut, so he would go jerkily from saying one thing to saying another. "Sorry about that." "That hurts!" "Ow!" He then started going on about his insurance, how he needed insurance -- and fast -- to fix up his bloody arm, and he said, "I don't really have insurance", implicitly imploring Billy or someone to pay for his insurance.

Then I cut to the know-it-all's interpretation, and he said of Billy: "But he didn't want insurance. He didn't have insurance himself, and he didn't think anyone should have insurance. It went against the spirit of the thing." I thought: What a grisly demo, damn. This had happened in like 1992 when 16-bit consoles were fairly new.

I dreamed something cool the other night but I totally forgot what it was.

I dreamt that this girl I'm secretly in love with lost her virginity to some guy and was telling me all about her experience without knowing how much it hurt me.

>>234
Be glad that didn't happen to you in real life.

I dreamt I had amazing sex with a hot guy. Then I told this creepy guy (I know he loves me secretly) all about my experience, just to watch how much it hurt him.

Here are two dreams I had when I was a kid. I've had a few dreams in what I call "Horror Town". It's a very surreal place, always night time, and most of its inhabitants are non-humans. #1 is also the first in a series of dreams involving talking masks.

Horror Town Dream #1
I am standing beside a very, very tall house. The house is sort of set apart from all the other houses in the neighborhood. I look up, and I see a single small window on the house, just before the place where house is so tall it extends into the clouds. Aside from this window, there appears to be no entryway into the house. There is, however, a maze of thorns that could possibly lead to the front door. I stand debating whether getting into the house is worth the bother, when a giraffe runs widle-eyed out of the thorn maze. She turns to me, and her eyes are full of tears. "Help me find my baby!" she pleads. I agree. The giraffe and I walk through the thorn maze, she cries and tells me about her baby. The maze isn't very compliacted, and we end up in a sort of garden area, although the garden is dead, enclosed, small, and spooky. The front door of the house is there. I open the door, and the baby giraffe comes out. He and his mother are reunited, and they run off. I look inside the house. The front door has opened on a closet-sized space. About a foot away from the threshhold, a staircase begins. It is the only place possible to go, so I commence. I reach the top of the stairs, and enter the attic-like room, the room that has the window I saw from outside. The room is full of junk, there are some trees growing in there for some reason, and there is a large boulder next to the stairs. I look it over, and find that it has a fuse. How odd. A hippo in a tutu approaches me, and says urgenty, "Make a wish!! Hurry!! Or else we'll die!!!" I notice that the fuse has lit itself. I can't think of a wish, and the boulder explodes. Confetti flies everywhere, and I notice some curtains in the corner opening on a screen. There are flames. A red mask appears on the screen, and it introduces itself as Satan. I tell him I don't really care. He looks disappointed, and starts to say something, but then I wake up.

Horror Town Dream #2
I am walking down a neighborhood street. It is night time. People are out mowing their lawns and playing with beach balls, and doing daytime summer activities. The people, for the most part, are ghosts, zombies, wolf men and other typical monsters. They aren't vicious, just normal. I proceed down the street, and come to a white one-story house. I enter. It is empty, with leaves and small debris blowing around on the cement floor. I get the impression that it used to be my house. I head to my room, which is empty, except for the closet. The closet is full of my clothes. I walk towards it, and hear voices. I push some of my clothes out of the way, and see that there is a support group meeting going on inside of my closet. Some middle aged adults are sitting in a circle dicussing their problems. I ask them, "What are you doing in my closet?" One responds, "We've always been here." This is apparently a good enough answer for me and I depart. I head for the garage. When I open the door, a newspaper smacks me in the face. My hair is tossed up by a gust of wind, and when I remove the paper I see other papers and several food items flying around the garage. Somewhat more odd, is that Carrot Top is strapped to the garage door, and he's somehow spinning in circles, and he's screaming in terror, "THEY'RE TREATING THE PIGS LIKE CHILDREN!!! DON'T YOU SEE???" I look at the newspaper, and see an ad about a 'pig race'. Carrot Top continues. "AND THE DOGS!!!! THE DOGS, TOO!!!!" I look and see an ad for a pet store that just got some new puppies. Carrot Top's screams become incomprehensible and the wind blows harder and harder and then I wake up.

>>236
:(

I was naked in a forest in the rain, looking for my clothes.
Only to find they were used with firewood for fire.

>>239

A fire in the rain? Your clothes have magic powers.

In your dreams.

Why do people think anyone cares about their messed up dreams?

>>241
dreams are supposed to be messed up arent they?

>>242
My dreams don't come in color. :(

Why do people think anyone but themselves care about their dreams?

But, as Kurosawa Akira says:

*“Man is a genius when he is dreaming.”*

>>245
What if you dream that you have down syndrome?

Last night I dreamt I was Fate Testarossa...

What the fuck was that about?

I was in the twin towers when sept. 11th was about to happen or something, but not. Like, the building was rocking cause there were really hard winds gusting, and I was on the top floor. It was like a mall/office/school. Lynda and I went to the mall part to get food, and I got an M&M milkshake. There were also different weird ass flavors like Zelda Blast or some shit, and Fresh Prince something rather. I ended up running out of the building following Miles. Everybody else got lost, and probably died. It was raining outside, and I ran with my money in my hand, and my shake in my other. I guess I dropped my shake along the way from the building to the burger stand. It was really greasy inside there, and I didn't know which van to get in, because there were vans that came to rescue us by grade.
So I went and talked to these 4 dudes inside the stand, and they weren't much help, telling me to go to the other side of the street. Ended up that van was a van for elementary schoolers. So I ran back across the street, in a big hurry, as I knew that the building was going to explode. They offered me some alcoholic soda, and I was like, no. So I eventually got into a van, and me and the 4 guys smoked a bowl. They took us to this gym. It was a giant ass gym, and April was swinging from these crazy ass strings attached to pulleys or some shit, while cheerleaders tried to do stunts, but couldn't understand how the strings worked.
I guess some crazy shit happened where this giant ass monster (a really cool, nice monster I made friend with) saved all of us by eating the town to protect us, and spitting us back out. It was a giant grassland when I came out. I thanked him, but he was slowly dying due to the fact that he swallowed so much stuff. He told me, looking at what he did, "Did I really swallow that much?" I said yes. He was giant. A giant mouth with giant pointy teeth. He was fat and furry. There were animals on the grassland, antelopes and weasels. Lots of them were hurt. There were only two antelope left in the entire world. I lived in an abandoned building or house (I forget), with some people.
The only thing in the house we had from the world that we once knew was this Chinese meditation book. For every day, you painted something new, and meditated in a new way. I started doing it first, and then my roommates saw me, and started doing the same. I made friends with Will Smith in this big theatre. There were lots and lots of people there, and the announcer said, "Since we have no electricity, we will have blah blah blah play the blah blah blah." So I sat in this seat next to this English woman, and he kept waving at me, so I waved back.
The English woman's husband came back, asked me if he could have his seat, and I apologized and gave it to him. I eventually found a seat, but the view was not as good. THE END.

hm. last night i had a dream that started out incredibly nerdy and boring (it involved arcade games for fuck's sake), but ended with this guy i've had a crush on for years kissing me and me waking up with a massive shit-eating grin on my face.

which faded quite rapidly when i realised it was a dream and my life very rarely moves beyond the nerdy and boring stage

orz

For some reason, I almost never am the main character in my dreams, but the narrator - I see things happening and I think and comment them. Anyone else like this?

Anyway, when I actually am an active participant in the dream, something fucked up tends to happen. Last night, I dreamed I discovered a new flight of stairs in my house, which lead to three new rooms. The two first ones were pretty empty and boring. The third one was a gym, with eight absolutely identical shirtless muscular guys who also happened to be my enemies. I had this huge-ass sword, and moving exactly like a videogame character, I saw myself from the back in 3rd person perspective, and I killed them one by one, each one with an horizontal slash accross the stomach. Then I felt disgusted by all the bodies around me, each one severed in two. I felt like I should show compassion and make sure they are all completely dead so they don't suffer for hours (lol dream logic), but I couldn't do it (lol dream logic).

>>251

No, but that actually sounds pretty cool. Being a spectator, that is.

I'm ALWAYS the main character, and generally, I can never tell that it's a dream. I go from beginning to end of dream, acting as casual as hell, no matter what's happening.

Most of my friends say that whenever something odd happens, they know it's a dream.

I don't.

I dreamt that DQN, er I mean /General/ was interesting. Then I woke up.

So I've just had this awesome dream about a few of my nerd interests:

I was searching on Google the name of a site, and upon finding the first result I was physically transported to the subway. One exit lead to a secret bunker in a mountain, which I didn't entenr, as the exit I chose took me to a urban area.

I met an eccentric old man (whom I supposedly had already met a few months ago at the same station), and we talked about poetry for a few minutes, before he had to leave for a minute to go to the restroom.

While he was absent, some smoke appeared from the ground, and an huge ant appeared out of it. It was completely red all over, so I concluded it was a palette swapped monster. I attacked first, JRPG-style, and the setting changed to a RPG battle system.

Now I had become Shamal from the Nanoha anime, and I was riding a skateboard in a wooden half-pipe, seeing myself from a third-person perspective, and performing tricks Tony Hawk Pro Skater-style. Each time I performed a trick, the ant took damage, until it eventually died. I woke up immediately after winning the fight.

I dreamed

>>253 I lolled. Not hard, but I did.

I dreamed that >>257 stopped spamming.

Jeepers, I dreamed I was a golly black president.

I always dream of my own demise. I can't remember ever having a happy dream, or at least one where I get to the end with all my bits intact.

Can't remember much about last night's before the part where I was kicked in the stomach by an unknown assailant. While I was down, he grabbed my right arm and dislocated the elbow. Pinned down my left arm, took my incapacitated right, laid the hand on a table of some sort and brought down a knife. Sliced off all my fingernails on that hand and let me slump to the floor. Put his foot on my chest, grabbed a baseball bat and swung for my neck.

Then I woke up. Can't say I'm very fond of falling asleep anymore.

last night, i had a nightmare that i was still with my ex fiance, and he handed me his pinis which he had just cut off, and i was like, wtf? I freaked out and tried to stick it back where it belonged, or at least get him to a hospital, but he was like, no no no no no. I woke up horrified.
I went back to sleep, since i was still tired.
Another nightmare. This time i was in some massive, rich office, of some huge company or something owned by mr. burns, yes, the one from the simpsons, though he didnt look like that one, it was him anyway. I murdered him, and claimed it all as my own, and was all freaked out over how to make sure nobody found out i murdered him, and did a shitty job of trying to clean up evidence and such, while also being filled with greedy glee over all the vast fortune i had gotten.

I was dancing along the side of Highway 1 in the Bay Area for money, because the goddess Athena said it was my destiny. I drunkenly danced so well I became the richest person in the world.

Last night I had a real long and boring dream set on the premise that I had just graduated college and was trying to figure out what to do.

Things I was considering were:

1. Go back and try for a masters as well (PHD was out of the question since I didn't want to waste 5-7 more years).
2. Go back and spend 2 years in a Japanese-related major. (Indulging myself.)
3. Work for a year/half a year then go back. (Which would pretty much make me finish whatever I decide to do even later in life.)
4. Go teach English in a foreign country. (Although my people skills suck, and I have an accent?)
5. Go straight into the workforce. (What I really didn't want to do.)

What sucks is that I probably really need to worry about this, as those really are the options I would consider (but haven't really thought about).

I'm not even going to tell here what I dreamed last night, but I guess I'm just horribly fucked up. What the hell.

>>264
Then why did you post?

>>265
Why not? Is it mandatory to include a dream in your post? If so, why did you post?

This is what a lack of sleep + a messed up sleep schedule can do to you:

I was doing homework at my computer a few nights ago, but decided to stop and sleep since I had to wake up in four hours.

After falling asleep I dreamt that I was at the house of a old friend of mine, doing homework in his room. I nodded off while doing so, and dreamt something short that I can't recall. I then woke back up and asked him how long I had fallen asleep for. He replied "only for 5 seconds or so," to which I replied "oh."

I thought for a bit and then asked him if I was dreaming, and he said I wasn't. I accepted it, but then thought for a bit and said "I must be, otherwise I wouldn't be at your house."

I then made an effort to wake up, and did so. When I woke up it felt as if I hadn't even been asleep.

The loveliest dream I've had is where I acquired a little brother. If I explained further, nobody would understand.

>>267
Epic.

>>261

Castration fears?

Maybe he's been acting a little too fem for your liking?

Or maybe it's subconcious penis envy

Or you're just really horny :\

I had this dream a week or so ago, it was a somewhat nice dream but after I had woken up I was scared to the point I never wanted to go back asleep.

I haven't gone back to school in a long time. So this is only scary if you're in a similar situation.

I was back in my old primary school, which (I think) is the equivalent of elementary school in other countries.

It was lunch and it was raining outside and the teachers at my school are somewhat overprotective; so the students were to remain inside the classrooms or just around the perimeter. I entered the classroom and suddenly people started running up to me and telling me how good it was to see me again after such a long time. This had surprised me because I thought they'd give me shit about it.

I also had a chat with this girl that was in my 6th grade class. I don't know why, because I don't even like her but I was flirting with her, and then my other class mates, including the ones that had said it was good to see me when I entered started to turn on me and started telling me to go back to my shell. I fled/woke up after that.

It was so bizarre.

I barely remember it, just a few scattered images...

I was working at a video rental place; not a generic Blockbuster type store, but a small quirky place with obscure posters plastered over the walls. I think I'd just started the job.

There was a homeless man outside my work, and I struck up a conversation with him. I remember telling him to wait a little while and I'd talk to him again on my break.

I also remember a beautiful tree.

I wish I remembered more. The scraps I can recollect are intensely beautiful.

(-_-;)

Does anyone else only have really boring and stupid dreams?

I don't often remember my dreams but when I do, it's usually me finding something I wanted on sale at the store and buying it.

Yesterday I dreamed I visited 4-ch. I went to DQN and noticed that "ITT >>71 is a handsome, amiable, intelligent person." thread had about 80 posts. I read it and >>71 was a shitty post.

Last night I dreamt I was living in the deep future. In the future, the invention of a cheap warp drive had caused people to spread to millions of livable planets throughout the galaxy. In order to keep the most biologically diverse planet clean and sustainable, most nations of Earth had moved their entire populations to their own planets. The United States in particular had divided up into 15-odd zones of 50 million people, each of which moved to their own planet. So, my dream started out in Planet California, which was a place with nice weather and lots of cars and smog, like the real California.

I had decided California was too crowded, so I got in my personal spacecar and went looking for a quiet planet to relax for a while. I found Planet Ellenka on the far end of the galaxy. I knew the name of the planet because their logo appeared on my screen when I came in for a landing (planetary logos looked like comic book covers in my dream, so it was the word "Ellenka" in bold over a picture of a forest). It was very pretty, but no particular group of people had chosen it for their home planet so it was almost uninhabited. I landed in a field of cleared trees. To my north was a small library inhabited by a lonely but friendly librarian. There were some other empty clearings around the library, and to the east there was the main attraction of the planet, an aeronautics museum built by a long-extinct sub-galactic tourism board. There were no other buildings on the entire planet, not even a house-- just a library, an aeronautics museum, and continents of unspoiled forest.

I went back to California and told my friend to check out the planet I had found, but when I got back there had been some sort of spacequake and everything on Ellenka had become weirdly twisted and fractalized. The library now had several wings and books were scattered everywhere. The librarian was nowhere to be found. We went into the aeronautics museum which had also been warped--now there were walls blocking us off from getting to other parts of it. It was very creepy and I didn't see any living people at all.

I was in shock over this sudden destruction so my friend told me, "The galaxy is a weird place. Get back in the car and I'll take you to a planet you've never been to before." So I did and we went to Planet New Jersey, which indeed I never knew existed. The logo for New Jersey was superimposed on a factory and a turnpike. We arrived on the side of the road and went into a dirty diner where I met my friend's New Jerseyite friend. I told him I learned in history class that the state of New Jersey had been part of the New York zone when the USA was divided up, so wasn't there no reason for this planet to exist? To confirm this, I pulled out my sub-etha Galactic Wikipedia, which over the millennia had been corrupted by a "Preserve Amusing Vandalism" policy instituted by bored Internet nerds who had given up, and now resembled a parody of an encyclopedia. So the "Zoning of the United States" article was someone's MS Paint rendition of a 24th century meme and a lousy drawing of New York that made it look like it simply covered most of the northeast. I laughed because the old meme was very relevant to the page, then I showed the screen to the New Jerseyite.

"That's not funny," he said. "It doesn't even talk about the brave seccession of the founders of Planet New Jersey." I admitted I had never learned about these brave founders in Californian history class, but I didn't see why anyone would want to preserve New Jersey in the first place. I have filled in some of the details about this dream but I remember that line very distinctly.

We went for a walk down the street and it was all industrial buildings and SUVs much like modern day New Jersey. We were at the top of a hill so I poked my head around the wall of a parking lot, and it was all bricks and turnpikes as far as I could see. On the horizon there was a river and some skyscrapers so I pointed and said "Look, it's New York City!"

A girl was living in the ruins of an abandoned city with her "village", she left to go exploring, but every way she went was blocked off. She decided to try to get across a break in the highway near the top floors of the city.

She goes back to the other people to tell them she is leaving, but an older woman is there and is mad at her for skipping work. They walk together back to the highway.

On the way, they stop at a sort of hollow pillar with a pile of rocks inside it. The woman explains to the girl that the older residents believe the rocks have protective powers, and gives two of them to the girl.

They get to the highway, and stand on the edge of the gorge separating the two parts of it. The woman asks her if the girl thinks it's fair that they give her food without her helping provide it. The woman pushes the girl off the buildings to her death.

I had a dream a friend died... but there must be internet in the afterlife, because he was still logging into messenger and we could send each other IMs. For some reason, no one was really surprised by this.

I've just read through the entire thread, and now I feel a little sick, and a little sad.

So many dreams, so many ersatz realities.
As for me, I forget my dreams pretty soon after waking. I think it may be a coping mechanism as I've a feeling that I only really live through dreams.

i want to dream right now, it is 3am here, but I have to leave my house to cycle 15 miles in the freezing fog in 2 hours for my minimum-wage service industry "job"

Sorry too much information there... anyway, I just remembered something... when I was about 11 or 12, there was a fad going around in school that basically involved putting your head between your legs, breathing heavily for about 30 seconds, then standing up quickly with your back against a building while a friend pushed as hard as they could against your chest. You'd get a head rush pretty quickly, and usually pass out within about 10seconds, coming round about 1-2 minutes later, usually with lots of fitting (involuntary jerking of limbs)

Anyway the one common denominator between pretty much all of us that tried this was, that although we could never remember the details, we were sure that we had been to another place, a +real+ place, and that the overriding sensation on regaining consciousness other than an unnerving presque-vu type sensation was the sense that "this place is fake"

This reality, or this life, or perhaps merely my own sense of self. I perceived it to be fake.

I think that might have been the only true feeling that I've ever had.

I've never really spoken about this to anyone, but that memory has been playing itself out in my mind for the last 15 years. I've never been able to recreate that feeling either, tripping on acid and shrooms sometimes leads to the superficial perception that certain scenes e.g. a streetlit woodland, a field of bluebells, etc, look "fake" as if they had been staged as part of a movie scene. Even when shared with others however, these types of drug induced perceptions are pretty easy to identify as mere delusionary notions induced by volatile externalities, as opposed to any kind of glimpse of a wider truth.
TBH I kind of feel that the pioneers of LSD experimentation, "free thinking" and all that jazz back in the 60s missed a trick somewhere, and should have perhaps applied their focus/energies in certain other directions...

Either way, I suppose I will never know in which direction the real fake reality lies until it's too late to do anything about it.

11-30-08
2:30PM - 5:30PM

Somehow, Susan, Justin, Chrissy (coworkers of mine) and I were in some bar on some island in the middle of nowhere. Outside the bar there was a tree that apparently had some sort of magical device that would teleport people to where they wanted to go. We felt the need to go home, but didn't trust this weird device, so we decided not to use that and try a raft to get home. The raft seemed to go pretty good, until we got to this one area where a bunch of like mermaid type people had there tails out of the water but there were like a bajillion of them so they actually formed a sort of path. Its kind of hard to explain, but the tails were like some sort of barrier, kind of lke in a racing game where you just collide with the sides of the course. We followed the "path" through some rapids, and next thing we were trapped unless we paid a harpy-type girl $550. We collected weird things along the ride which turned out to be the form of currency. After paying the fee we found ourselves at the bar again. This time we decided to try and use the device, which apparently worked for Chrissy, but when Justin, Susan and I used it it refused to work properly. We did get teleported but not to the right place. It was like a post office type place and there were more of the teleportation devices. We tried using them all, but none worked and one turned into a death machine that tried to kill us. Thats where the dream turns into a FPS/action game. We had to run past the death machine and get to the other devices. We "died" a few times, but we just respawned. I remember crawling through a duct and there were headcrabs in it. The death machine had lasers that were pretty much insta-gib. I somehow acquired one of the lasers, and it instagibs the death machine. The dream ended around that point.

I dreamt I was in a library, watching the librarian remove two of my greatest books from a shelf and placing them in the garbage. I woke up in shock and was unable to go back to sleep the rest of that night.

I dreamt there were three kids living in a house together: a boy, a girl, and a robot girl (who looks human, except she can turn her arms into blenders, fans, other robot-y things). The boy was sweet and nerdy but had a crush on the robot girl that could never be fulfilled, because she was twenty times faster than him in intelligence and reflexes. This is super obvious to both girls but they try to be polite about it. One day the human girl got the bright idea to ask the robot girl if she could turn the boy into a robot as well. She works all night to invent a super complex machine (it looked a little like Wall-E) that would take over his body, but tells the girl that it could drive him insane if they didn't figure out how to adjust his mind to a robot's sensory input. So, they show him the machine together, warning him what would happen. He was too engrossed in the robot girl's voice to pay attention, but then he looked into the eyes of the machine and it immediately hypnotizes him and swallows him up. His body becomes androidized, but he's overwhelmed and starts acting out his embarrassing dreams. They try everything but it looks like he's going to go insane permanently. As a last ditch effort the robot girl hides him in a bag and goes to the beach, where the tide is coming in. She locks them both in a shack and starts to drown in the water, yelling to him for help. Then he wakes up and saves her. She dismantles the robot making machine, and then they get robot married and have kinky loli robot sex. Okay, I didn't actually dream that last part but it's certainly implied in my mind.

I've had a semi-reoccurring dream for the past few years. The settings and characters vary, but there's always a confrontation between some random jerk and me. Eventually, one thing leads to another and I go to beat this guy up. I start punching him, either in the gut, the chest, or the face, but nothing happens. He doesn't fight back, and doesn't even seem hurt at all. No one says a word while I'm wailing on this guy ineffectually. Eventually, I stop, and I'm filled with this sense of shame - I tried my best to beat the shit out of him, and he didn't even feel it. Here, I either wake up, or walk away in silence. No one laughs, despite how comical this situation would be in real life. It's like they're not even there, just foils to my subconscious.

When I do have dreams, none of them are terribly pleasant. They're either explorations of my insecurities, brief windows to whatever my brain thinks it wants at the moment (leaving me inevitably disappointed when I wake up), or just flat-out nightmares. Apparently, I had night terrors as a kid, so I guess I've always been like this.

Then again, I rarely do remember my dreams. I could be delving into pseudopsychology here, but I wouldn't be surprised if "not remembering my dreams" was just a mechanism used by my subconscious to protect me (as a child) from the night terrors. If this were the case, it wouldn't be too strange for this "barrier" to have stayed around to this day, blocking out dreams...

>>282

I have very similar dreams, only in mine when I go to punch who ever is ticking me off, I lose all my strength halfway through, so when I actually connect with the person it's a very weak punch. I can feel how powerful it is at the beginning, it has power and weight and all my emotion in and I know that if I could just continue that it would do some damage, but then all of a sudden I'm just so weak and it's pathetic. It's not so much shameful for me as it is extremely frustrating.

I also have a reoccurring motif in my dreams where I have to dial 911, but I always fuck it up and have to start over or my phone is being a bastard and the buttons are sticking or my phone is being slow so I accidentally dial 9111 or something. That makes me extremely angry because I'm under a lot of stress and pressure and have a huge sense of urgency and here this peice of crap is being a fucking cunt.

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i dream too, about fish

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i had this really freaky dream the other night. ok, so i was at school, at lunch with my freinds. one of my friends was sitting on the table and a teacher, Mr. P, came up to us and it was kinda like we were in gym cause he told us all to go run a lap since my friend was sitting on the table. so we went to go run a lap but when we got there, instead of running around the track, we were running around the block in my neighbor hood. i didnt really notice at first and i was like "hey this is weird. usually when im running the track, i can see how much further i have to go, but this time, theres too many trees and houses in the way." thats when i realized that we were really running the block and not the track. then we were like how do we get back to school? cause the streets and stuff werent like usuall and we didnt know how to get back. in a dream i had before, if you went to the park, you could see the school track from it, so i was like "hey why dont we go to the park and then we'll be able to see it." so we went to the park and we saw the track, and the school, so we went to it. but when we got there, it looked really different and i said "this isnt our school. where are we?" but it said our school name all over it and somehow, i knew it really was our school, but it looked so different! then, we kind of got over how different it was and decided to somehow get in without getting caught or we would get in trouble for taking so long on our lap. so we went over to the pool (pool??) and climbed up a ladder into a treehouse/poolhouse thing. by the way, our school never used to have a pool or a poolhouse before! once we were in the poolhouse/treehouse thing, we started planning how we would get back in since a teacher was sitting by the pool. we decided to just make a run for it. so we did. but somehow, suddenly, all my friends were gone, and i was alone. i walked into this room that i think was the locker room, and there were boys and girls in it. they seemed like they were getting ready for after school sports or something. by the way, i didnt recongnise anyone, which was kind of wierd since ive been going to this school for three years now and you'd think i would recognise some people from my own school...finally, i asked some kid how to get back to the actuall school instead of just the locker room. he looked at me like i was crazy for not knowing how to get around my own school, but he pointed out a window at the main building. i said thanks even though i didnt recognize the place at all. in between the window i was looking out and the school, were unfamiliar courts and a playground. my school had courts but not like these, and we never had a playground, and it was never this shady out here. in a way, it was the same school, but it looked like about 100 years had passed and they had redone everything and a bunch of trees had grown. i turned around to look for a door out of the locker room, when i saw a plaque on the wall. i went up to it and it said "in memory of (mine and my friends names), who got hit by a car and died in 2010. then i woke up...

I had a dream once that my best female friend (or, rather, my former best female friend) were dating. We weren't out on a date, but instead we were at her house and it was dark out. The lights were mostly off except for the light of the television and her head was in my lap and we were laughing and joking around and talking about nothing special. We kissed a few times. It was nice.

What's surprising about this is not only how non-sexual my dream was, but how believable it was. Then, from out of nowhere she started to ignore me. LOL.

Oh, I once had a dream that I was in school (I was still a HS student at the time) and the same girl and one of her friends had a Highlander-style battle in front of me. I then got shot in a drive-by by some people in a car that drove through the school in front of me... It phased right through everything until I got shot. Weird dream.

I sometimes have multiple, unrelated dreams while I sleep.

The first one I recall from last night (or this morning, rather) involved me and a lot of friends and acquaintances spending the night in an unrecognizable house. A girl that I like was also there, although neither of us spoke to one another. It was very strange. Nothing worth noting really happened.

Then I had one where I was a cast member of a TV show I really like, called Skins. It's a British show. I can only recall the dream starting at a point that was after filming, like, we were at some after party or something. As I was hanging off of a basketball goal (it was in a gym or something), one of the main characters' actors told me he once took scissors and cut some of the net off of the basketball goal, as a keepsake. I then said that I wanted a keepsake, so I got a piece of paper and asked everyone to sign it. It's funny, looking back, because only that one guy I talked to seemed to actually be from the show, the rest had been replaced with random people I didn't really recognize. But you know how dreams are, everything is implied, so I didn't think much of it. Only about two of them seemed enthused to sign it, after that they kind of seemed like they did it out of courtesy, and one girl asked me to buy her a drink. I did. That's pretty much where my recollection of it stops.

Then I went back to sleep this afternoon and had a dream where I was Spiderman. This dream is hard to describe, but it was awesome. It was very action-packed, which is rare for my dreams. I was in a house, looking for Eddie Brock, and he attacked me. It was kind of like a game boss, where there was a certain thing I had to do to defeat him. I chased him through the house, and I remember at one point he had pinned me down, or the symbiote maybe, and I was trying to pull it off of me. For some reason I thought to myself that they seemed like dogs, you know, when they get all over you. Well, eventually I defeated him, and he said something to the effect of "You'll see me again, Peter Parker." Then I began to walk to one of my town's elementary schools. Apparently I was taking part in a program where I would be staying there, like I said, things are implied so I didn't question them. On the way, I met a friend of mine, who just said something to me and walked away. I stayed for a while, and heard something, so I got down low. I remember someone saying to me, "Do you see a shadow in the air? Put a light on it!" And I commented that if it was a shadow, we couldn't see it with light. But I don't really know who this was, because the rest of the time I was alone out there. I was laying low, trying to avoid whatever it was that was above me, and eventually it swooped down, turned around, and flew off. I took my friend's camera that he left behind, and began to run to the elementary school. As I was running, I felt very scared, and began calling my friend's name, with no answer. By this time it was very early in the morning, far later than I was supposed to be out for the program. I met some kids who had sneaked out and were coming back as well, and we kind of just made sly, understanding remarks and left each other alone. From there we went into the building, where one of my family friends was working apparently and grabbed my stuff, threw it into the room where I would be staying, and that is around where I woke up.

http://dreammoods.com

It may be total horseshit, but I think it has some merit. Search keywords that happened in your dream in see if you can interpret it.

I often hear songs in my dreams that I forget when I wake up. Once I tried to write down the lyrics of one, to look it up on the internet later. It's only that I forgot you cannot take an object out of your dream, so the paper I wrote on was lost. Oh well.

Also, I'd like to learn to control my dreams, then try to do the same in my waking life and see what it does. No, I'm not crazy. Yet.

>>290 I mean trying to influence the material world the same way I would my dreams.

Abruptly remembered dream.

Entering a dimensional plane where few humans go. Pass through portal and customs--all the people there are unnaturally weird, Entlike. Don't want to stay, want to leave for my own plane.

Self gets turned into that sort of creature. Must go live with the other creatures. Enter place again, talk with wise elder who says I am now immortal. Want to see wife and kids--must wait 10,000 years before they pass through portal. Suggests I go for walk in deep wilderness.

Begin walk down path. Suburbs, kids playing next to road. Suburbs clear out and become forest. Walk through forest until I can no longer see civilization.

See beautiful lake that path curves around. Pause for a minute. Sun comes out behind mountain range on other side of lake. Relax and put feet in water. Water pulls me in, quicksand-like. I fall in, but someone pulls me out.

Self in house of very, very old couple (100,000 years). They tell me that lake is deceitful, don't get too relaxed. I thank them and walk down path, avoid looking at lake, towards mountains.

Overhead view--civilization speck in distance, miles and miles o trees, me walking towards mountains.

What is on other side?

I had a dream about

Dead fish

it would kill footballers

Live on WCW Nitro

with re-playes on WCW Thunder on Thursday

Beating WWF Boring Raw by 3.2 to 0.8

The fish would rape Vince McMano on WCW Worldwide

Cools as

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My views on people telling me their dreams and showing me photos are the same: If they don't involve sex or me, I'm not interested.

Two girls of my age were trying to break into my house and kill me. I tried to defend myself, while remaning oddly calm. For some reason, we reconciled in a moment. I caressed the hair of one of them. She smiled.

I dream about graveyards

Full of mud and rotten slime

old grave stone and tree with dead thing on rope

the world is gray and dead

the graveyard has a wall around it.

And all the people in this world are dead! apart from me!

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I had a dream where I was Densha Otoko. Except Hermes was my sister. At that point it became a nightmare.

In a small seaside town, ten or more years into the future, I met an old friend in a coffee house where we talked for an hour about the 'was' and the 'could have been' and the 'should have been'. Once beautiful, she had been single for most of those years while she followed her ambitions into the early stages of menopause. In times past I had desired her; but, she spurned my advances. Now, she tells me, she has taken a lover. Who he was she would not say and she asked me not to pry. But I just had to know what type of man would steal her for his side, even now as whiskers began to sprout on her chin.

Curiosity (and just perhaps a bit of lingering jealousy) drove me to visit an old Victorian library on the edge of a forest where, she told me, they had first met. Early in the post-dusk evening, I lurked amongst the dusty stacks waiting for this man to show. By a small window, on a knotted wooden table, was placed an unlit candle and an ashtray in which a hand-rolled cigar slowly smoldered away. When I idly lit the candle, what small light came forth revealed the silhouette of a man approaching from the woods outside.

It was him! it had to be!

Quickly, I took a position beside a bay window in a room adjacent to the foyer where I could catch a glimpse of this rogue and then steal out into the night before I could be spotted. However, his footsteps fell so silently that before I knew it he had come in through the side door, where he faced me directly.

It was then, in that instant before I could make out the features of his face, that a horrible screeching pulled me back to the city and cruel reality.

hello my friends

Today, while napping, I semi-lucid dreamed. I can't fully lucid dream because I'll wake myself up(A habit I learned in childhood to stop myself from having nightmares), but I can get to a point where I know I'm dreaming, I can hear whats going on in the real world around me, and I can kind of influence what happens by thinking of certain things and seeing how my brain visualize them in my dream.

Today was pretty boring. I forget what exactly I was thinking about, but it was manifesting itself as a computer screen, not my laptop, but a different one, and there was brightly colored shapes and text on it that moved when I touched it. It was pretty. Then at one point my aunt and uncle started talking, and I was listening to them, which made me dream of my living room, and finally I tried to make myself have a sex dream about my online friend, which I couldn't do. I think I get guilty or embarrassed, so next time I'll try to think of porn.

Last night I was dreaming about 2ch and the Japanese letters where boring me so I woke up.. then I don't really remember the other dreams.

Last night I had my first stable lucid dream. I didn't control anything on it, but I knew I was dreaming. It was short. I started in a house, and when I got out, everything was anime-styled. I looked to myself in a mirror, and I was a loli.

It was amazing while it lasted.

i had this weird dream, there were a bunch of 16-18 year old kids out at a temple. the temple was burning to the ground and each one of them had a sword. the devil was burning the temple. please, help me..this was so real, i woke up sweating and thought i was going to die. all i heard was whispering names. rausin, pete, talor, resecka, jay, and brown. please csomeone write back or contact me. thanks.

a woman contacted me about this dream, he said she had one similar. i dont know what she meant by "the yellow one saved the blue one" but i am researching. i wrote a book on this and im trying to publish it. i think its real. hyroglyphics show a blue and black demon, contact me.

neiko & neiko2. if you are the same people i may have some information on your dream. please reply to this if you want this information it might even help me out a bit

I was selected as an Eva pilot. I couldn't do anything but to cry helplessly.

I put a centipede in my eyes to see better.

a dream from some months ago.
me and Toji walking towards our eva's and our last battle for humankind (and we know that). i stumble upon a notebook lying in snow, i pick it up, turn it on, look at boot process and windows-like login screen with many users on it. next thing was a thought "this is a dream, i can't take this notebook to RL" and i somewhat realized myself in a dream. it ended shortly after i walked around on my own(?).

I had sex with my aunt in a dream...

>>306

So you were just Shinji then?

please anonymous, tell me what you know

Ahh... dreams, I kept a dream diary once, but for some reason I stopped writing in it. Maybe I should take up writing again... <.<

I found this site some time ago, but I'm not sure if it's all that helpful.

http://www.dreammoods.com/dreaminformation/dreamtheory/freud.htm

In my dreams, I often move around not by walking, but by hovering a few feet above the ground, sometimes going a little higher if I want so. It feels nice, but I never notice it's a dream.

yeah sure. here's one from god knows when.

Most the content of this journal appears to consist of dreams. Never have I been so profoundly affected by them as I have of late. And for, if not good, then logical reason. In addition to each day's collection of fevered imaginings I spent a great deal more time simply mulling over the scenarios and contingencies of various sleeping fantasies. They are treasured like memories from the outside world, yet more-so, for they are influenced solely by and occur wholly within the realm of my self. Signals from my very own world, messages to forge communication are what these memories mean.

Thus, even in the strongest or most horrifying of interpsychical experiences I find precious comfort by that they are still mine to love, learn from, and if need be, to change.

I only recently had one such dream. A lazy chorus of distorted, metal-esque guitars pumped some complicated and demonic arrangement as I became aware of standing atop a long flight of stone steps. Stretching down to an infinity drowned in thick shadow, high walls suffocating either side of the monotonously white structure. Every thirty or so steps were landings the size of a small bedroom floor which seemed to delimit new 'stages' met by its weary, unfortunate climbers. I stood at the very top, disembodied - I was the One, or God, but of a much more damning nature. From thence I bestowed my wicked stare upon the stairs and my potential visitors, forevermore looking downward into infinity.

Someone defies my position, dares to meet me as I am. The view of his stripped and emaciated body is seen at an angle, where a protrusion of bones in the ribcage is discerned. He does not gaze upwards, to me, or to his own tired feet. Though his eyes are fixed ahead there is nothing that they hope to see. What can only be most accurately described as his essence swirls faintly about, a purple-green mist which has diminished noticeably. Perspective switches rapidly - I am in his position, now also human. Immediately I lift my head and immediately the sight above petrifies my entire soul.

All the while some odd sort of vocals accompany the music. I can't remember them except that they had to do with dying, staying in one's place, not defying a master. Apparently defiance is just what I had committed as the mortal, and apparently I, earlier, assumed the role of master.

Returning to the situation - that single-mindedness which so incapacitates me from all but the object of focus - good or otherwise - forces my awareness full of nothing but the keeper; a polished, dark gray skull about three times my own height. Of course it levitates, and does so in perpetual animation. As my presence was noticed it turned slightly with smooth precision, boring its empty sockets into me, knowing that I feared to look upon the darkness I came from and so showing me in all its glory - and twice, at that! But those non-eyes were a hell far greater than my own. They reflected more than simply myself, for that is a thing I accept to some degree. They were alive, dynamic, twisting me consciously, crushing me at will.

I tried to look away; an attraction held me fast. Harder and with less awareness of my actions I tore midway from it, seeming to have lost a large portion of myself, which still faced the keeper. Everything grew blank as night, and even then I fought to escape. Finally I was thrown into wakefulness, my body paralyzed and my mind free at last. Having jerked my foot in a frenzy was the saving trigger, though I do not recall whether I intended to run and so acted from reflex, or was compelled to break the unconscious barrier, reminding myself of the body. In any case I continued this reminder, moving my foot and testing my hands until, their usefulness reinstated, I plunged into life at their first clench.

I would turn into a dragon and back. I was frustrated by my friends of mine and flew to the forest; then to a game played by athletic men. It was a mix of catch and fighting. I was very good at it in my human form, me being a dragon. I went to school in human form. There was no teacher and we weren't to go anywhere but I left anyway. the school is deserted when the classes are in session. I went to the hills and there were children climbing. I pretended to be one of the older children. I wanted to get away from people but here I am having fun with people. There was a sense of dramatic fun.

There was party there. I wanted to go deeper down into the hills and towards the ground but my father took me on a camping trip with my family. We got to the camping place, then walked to the nearest town and bought supplies and went back.

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Here's a site that will help you find the meaning to your dreams.

I had a dream about changing a lightbulb. Man, how lame am I.

Clinging to the rafters, gecko-style, in the dark. Anxious about the pressure in a bayonet fitting. Kind of dizzy.

...I don't even have rafters.

i dreamt that i was living in a refugee camp run by the US military and we were asked to design ready-to-eat meals for a tibetan diet using provided ingredients, which was like hot dogs, baked beans, and corn. my CO threatened to report me for laughing without permission, which made the other troops laugh. also i discussed with someone how oral histories of the military are completely different from the official story and someone should be writing down all the anecdotes

^ the impressive part, for me, was that i've never been in the military but it seems accurate

Don't you just hate it that its hard to remember things for work, school etc but you cant get useless shit out of your head?

this is one of my scariest dreams. I was sitting down on a couch in my dream. It was quiet and only about five people were there all the sudden one person grabbed a person and he took her in a room I heard her screaming and when she came out she wasn't even standing some how he had broken all her bones and teken them out .she was kind of sliding on the floor and then I woke up. I haven't had this dream sence I was five.............

Lol 2 dream threads in a row

I dreamt that I was a dog swimming in a giant humans ear.

>>306
Lucky bastard...

Last night I had a dream that I had sex with my 11 year old cousin, I came in my sleep. When I woke up I wanted to kill myself. What the fuck man? seriously? .... god dammit!

I dreamt about some futanari. I envied them: they seemed so beautiful and erotic, while I'm a mere man. I woke up in tears.

I made a brief visit to Hell. It was not as bad as it sounds. Some people were suffering, but only those who wanted to; the rest were just very bored. I met there a recently died relative.

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Last night I dreamt about seeing my ex-boyfriend who I haven't seen in 4 months. We met up in England and right before I was going to see him, his dad said that Josh ( my ex) is on a field trip with his class and so I told him I was content to wait for him to come back. When he did come back I tapped his shoulder and he turned around and was so surprised to see me and moved to hug me. There was one awkward moment but then I melted into his arms and it felt so good, even if it was just a dream.

When i call him my ex-boyfriend, well it's a bit more complicated. My family had to move out of the country for my dads job and I had to leave him behind... it was such a bittersweet goodbye and now, even 4 months later, I think about him everyday.

He told me he also dreamt about me last night and this was his dream: He saw me in America and right before he was going to come say hi, some dude came up and kissed me right in front of him and i just looked at Josh and then dissappeared with the other guy.
Josh told me that he got this wrenching feeling in his stomach when he woke up,, like something was going to go wrong.

god I miss him.

i dreamt that i was infront of a mirrir checking my teeth and every time i touched them another piece broke of or crumbled. blood everywhere. i woke up and my teeth were still there but there was still all the pain.

I was in a skyscraper with stairwells that were too steep. In a fire, people would have fallen to their deaths and piled up at the bottom. I was pointing this out to the minor Internet celebrity Ashens, who was not happy to be part of such a boring conversation. I can only assume there was some sexual undertone or maybe I'm just aroused by building codes.

I dreamt I missed my lab practical. I woke up late, someone stole my car, and I took the bus and someone stole the clothes I was wearing so when I made it to campus I was naked. I was able to borrow some clothes from a friend, but by the time I got to class the lab practical was over.

Last night I dreamt 2 friends and I were at a Japanese elementary school. We kept running around naked trying to avoid the kids from seeing us. There was no teachers present at all. Eventually class started and all the Japanese kids placed little leather purses on the windowsill so we ran around with flame throwers and heating them up through the glass.

Later on it was lunch time or something and the kids spotted us. One ran towards a friend with a knife repeatedly shouting "DIE DIE DIE". We kept running away, and he got stabbed a few times. I said "kick his ass!!!". to which my friend like grabbed the knife out of this little 8 year old kids hand. Then everyone started yelling at him saying NO NEVER EVER DEFEND YOURSELF AGAINST A JAPANESE PERSON IN JAPAN OR YOU WILL GO TO PRISON!!!. So then the cops chased us through some random jungle and he accepted the fact that he would go to prison.

Some Korean girl appeared and said. "its the same way in Korea you know" I dropped a bowl of cereal on the ground and the sun was rising. Then she lead us into an elevator covered in blood.

That was only one dream of the many I had last night.

I had a dream that I was hiding from someone. Im not sure who, but someone was trying to hide me. So I was taken to all these different places and eventually this man caught me and taken then person away who was trying to hide me. Then he told me that he wanted to make an agreement for me to be a part of his experiment. Testing new things and I would have had a %50 chance of surviving for each experiment he done. Then he said I would have been taken shopping each time the experiments were done with and I could have anything I want. So I vanished to different places keeping away from him and then he captured me so many times that I came to the agreement. So I done a couple of experiments then hid myself away again to different locations because I didnt want to die, and he noticed me running away and told me that he inserted a bomb inside my body and if i tried to escape he would set it off. so, towards of the end of my dream I ran away again and he sent out a warning saying if i didnt come back he would set it off. so i refused and there was a countdown from 3 2 1 then my whole body exploded. Then I woke up in a hospital and was told I wasnt existing 5 days after I died so when I was alive in the hospital and they told me they had found and had to piece together parts of my body like the pieces of skin. He made an example saying that I could have had a piece of skin off my leg or foot that had been replaced to my hand or finger so the parts werent exactly right. And they said they had to find my heart and all my other orgins to piece me back together. Then I woke up and I felt strange cus I actually seen my whole body explode in the dream

I was in a female washroom. It was huge. Everything seemed to be dark blue for some reason, with some patches of purple. It looked like some place from Yume Nikki. I went into a cubicle, ignoring the girls who were there (I don't think they noticed me. They seemed to be there, but not there. Maybe ghosts or something), took a piss and started to leave. As I was leaving, there was a part of the floor that was delineated. At first I thought it was a pool, but had the same dark-blue/purple color of the rest of the room, so I figured it wasn't. I started going toward the door to leave, and it started pulling me in somehow. I fell down, and was being dragged into it, in complete panic, and then woke up just before it swallowed me.

I had a strange dream. In real life, we just had our house redecorated. The decorator appeared in the dream.

For some reason, we were living in a hotel like building. And so there was an unknown balding/old guy sitting at the dinner table with a bunch of others (my family I think) and eating, and I suppose he was staying in our house as if it were a hotel. Then I heard, or it somehow came to my knowledge, that when the decorator had been earlier, he commented that it was a dark day. Then, I think he also commented that the balding/old guy was suspicious or something. Then I realized that I also felt that the man was suspicious. Then I had an idea, and I reached into my left trouser/short pocket and took out my digital camera. I took a photo of the man, and then looked at it. In the picture, he looked completely different. He looked a little bit like a 'tactical strogg' from Quake 4, but his armour was a red color, and he seemed to have some half-tranparent flames on him. I was shocked and a bit scared. I showed the picture to my dad who was also at the table. I don't remember what he said in response. Then the man, whose secret had been revealed, got up and walked through some doors. And then in through the doors came five or more men shaven completely bald! They were decoys to hide the suspicious man away. Then I started jumping around the same way you would do to avoid being shot in an FPS game, and taking photos of the men with my camera as the walked around the room. Then one man backed me into a short, dead-ended corridor (I think it was a toilet). Then he said to me in Swedish that he would be finished with me in ten minutes. I understood this meant he was going to beat me up. This is where my alarm woke me up.

I once had a dream where everything looked as if it were in a game of Doom. I was just wandering outside of the high school I went to and was talking with an old friend. Eventually the sun went down and we started to leave, but my friend walked over to some large device and touched it. She bursted into flames, and I began to cry.

I dreamed about being at a school for people with terrible physical deformities. Felt bad, man.

I had this weird dream that started in my geometry class, but I noticed i was sitting next to my latest crush in the back and no was talking, and there was no teacher. Anyways a fire drill happend and everyone started to panic and run out of the school (me included)even though there seemed to be no fire. When I reach outside everything morphs into blackness and it was like I blinked, and I found myself back at the begining of the dream in my seat. Then the fire alarm rings again but this the the whole hallway is on fire for real yet everyone is calm and walking in straight lines out the door this time. I dont usually get dreams... espcially weird ones like this.

>>344
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>>346
Get Out.

I am arguing with a close-up face of a barber, trying to make him follow law as a moral absolute. He laughs, says that morality is in the act, and cuts up my face.

Story idea I had after waking up:

A man comes to a village with a book that makes anyone who holds it lie. People start picking up the book and lying about each other, colluding to make the village change. Finally only the author is the one not lying. He writes a book about his predicament and gives it to the reader.

I was in my house and it was a zombie apocalypse. So in my dream zombies cant go to any light source. So it was me, Francis from left for dead, and a couple of other people. Next thing i can remember i was outside my from door and there was a zombie disguised as a human (kinda like in tf2) and i knew it was a human so i be it up, and as I did it turned back into a zombie, it was a very small zombie and it had one arm that was small and sharp like a knife, when i saw how small it was i stomped it until it was mangled. That was pretty much it, but I'm going to post a dream about fish taking over the world, that ones moar interesting.

OK, so here is the fish apocalypse dream: It was the end of the world and fish were taking over the world and they were going to eat everyone. So in the dream everything that was plastic would turn into a fish. So I told my dad, "Here watch" so I put a plastic Tupperware bowl under the sink and ran water over it. About three seconds later it turned into a medium sized fish and started flopping around; my dad was amazed and scared. The next thing I remember I was at my grandparents' house and they have a pool which was fill with moss at the time, so I got close to the edge and looked down into it and saw some minnows at the very bottom of the pool, then a couple of big sized fish! Suddenly a larger fish about a foot long jumped out of the water and started chasing me around the pool so I jumped on top of a table to hide. The next thing I know I'm with my mom and my friend Marcos, And we are trying to find a place to hide out and get food since MOST stores had been robbed. We came up to a seven eleven and entered it only to be met by the store owner inside. He was aiming a sniper rifle from tf2 at us. Some how we beat him up and took his store. There was this honey candy stuff on a shelf that Marcos asked my mom if he could have some and she said no. On A Table behind the counter there were about 6 high lighters scattered around, some of them had their caps on, some off. But the highlighter caps had Lego faces on them, like Lego heads because they were yellow. And tatz et gyze, howp yew el.oh.eled!

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I went to Korea, and suddenly went back here only to recharge my phone
My mom bought me the ticket to Korea
The ticket was stucked in air conditioner, and i had to get it
Finally i got it, and people around me sang boyfriend-boyfriend to me
After Mandarin's second monthly test, i'll go to korea
That was my dream in last saturday....

I am a detective on a nightime city street, walking along and I see a poster of blade runner being shown at a club on a telephone pole. Except the name is changed to REP-LI-CANT and Deckard is wearing dark shades. I am ambushed by a man with a gun and he tries to assassinate me the moment I turn away, only I grab his hands and force the gun towards him. He has so many revolvers in his pockets I think I do this at least 4 times, with a gun in each hand being pushed away. The assailant finally dies. I walk inside the club and there is some sort of discussion about whether the manager hired that man to kill me, I can't recollect the outcome. Then I am with a shy girl with glasses in a plane on some kind of adventure to stop something from happening. I am tintin. She knows how to fly the plane, but gets too embarrassed and refuses to help me. So I keep narrowly crashing and eventually have to stop somewhere in the bush away from what I had hoped. The girl then runs away on the path, and I run after her. I use my knowledge that this is a dream to try and slow her down, but it doesn't work for more than a moment. I pass several people with signs for discussion boards, and they are having some kind of event. The path is getting muddy and at the end is a mud pit surrounded by hills. I dive towards the girl's foot and go headfirst into the mud. She falls into the puddle. I wake.

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I had purchased several buildings on a US Navy base (like an officers' club, barracks, and an office building) somewhere, apparently overseas. My plan was to build a hosting company in these buildings, specifically by converting a gymnasium. The place had been hastily evacuated and was full of junk: furniture, clothing, medical equipment, and just garbage. The grounds were strewn with papers and cargo containers that someone had tried to load but apparently hadn't had the time before they had to leave. That or they were looted. There were also a lot of broken windows. I wasn't at all worried about the apparent defeat/collapse of the Navy and the first thing on my mind was wondering how I could justify keeping the swimming pool in the officers' club as part of my business...

I had just read some stuff about the Fall of Saigon so I think that's where this came from.

I dreamt I was wondering around a dirt road on mountain and at the top was 4-ch

for some reason there were ancient threads with literally thousands of replies, now derelict. I had a strange sense of awe and regret before returning to the foot of the mountain

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