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I had a weird dream a couple nights of ago.

I woke up at 5am and later on, I forgot what it was about...that's weird.
I think it had something to do with Joshua.

oh.. the one where they try and give the guy his badge back?

i've had a couple...but the weirdest one is where someone was trying to shooot me but whenever i heard the gunshot i ducked and it would go over me... this happeneed multiple times befor i knocked him out by hitting a golf ball or something like that...

I've gone over the edge.

I dreamt of MySpace last night.

...that's just wrong beyond all compare.

I know, I know.

It was about my Morgan. I dreamt I saw that his "Status" changed to "Married," and in my dream, I was wondering, "Did we get married?"

That'd be the one.


I used to have recurring dreams when I was about 8-9 where I'd be in a parking lot and there'd be bikers and a bunch of other tough guys and then someone would threaten me with a gun and I'd have to fight him for it before he could shoot me.

I also had a dream about 3 days ago where I had somehow got into a gun battle with some guy (I can't remember who) at my old house. He shot me in the chest first but it didn't injure me terribly and I kept on ducking behind things and shooting whenever I could. A little while later he shot me right in the head. I can't describe the feeling I had after being shot in the head and knowing I was going to die.

Being that you can't actually die in a dream I realized that I was going to be alright and ended up capturing the guy.

Kind of a weird dream, I really don't know how that was inspired because I hadn't watched any movie or shows with guns for weeks.

when I was very small, I dreamed that two bulls jumped threw my window, one normal one and one chinese bull (could tell because it had pincers ) then I ran to my parent's bedroom and only my dad was there.

Now talking about freudian dreams... thát is the role model

I've dreamed that I died dozens of times.

today I dreamt that we were under terrorist attack, and I had to leave my underwear at the reception of the company. Then the CEO got shot and I escaped outside, where there was a tank made of tin foil. I narrowly escaped into the city, but then they attacked the city. I hid in an appartment where the neighbours were having... rather sadistical sex. Then I went to the other apartment, and then I woke up

It was because in the morning, there was a big truck, with people talking very loudly and screaming and stuff, and a chainsaw to cut branches off the trees

I have one and it's bad. It still makes me shudder even now. Me and my mom were running late. We were meant to go to the USA but our plane was taking off without us. Because it was so high up in the air by now, we had to get stairs to catch the plane. Yeah, I know it isn't physically possbible but it doesn't make it any the less awful. We had finally reached the top but the stairs had got really thin, like tight ropes and I looked at my mom. She said we'd be alright and told me to go on ahead. We were really high up now and then suddenly, as I watched, my mom lost her balance and fell. I saw her body falling and she was screaming and looking up at me as if she trying to say "help me!" but of course, all I could do was watch. I wanted to jump after her but I couldn't. You know how dreams kind of restrict you from doing things. Then I woke up. Crying. Seriously. I'm just so glad it was a dream.

I dreamt last night that I was a cop, and I was driving down the road and decided to stop at a way-side. I threw a fork into a room to prove to someone that I could break pottery with it.

I noticed there was a camera and a TV screen and I had just been caught on tape breaking stuff. I then noticed on the TV screen somebody else; it looked like there was a guy behind a potted tree in the left corner closest to me.

I called for him to come out from there and he did but it was actually a girl with a gun. She pointed the gun at me and threatened to kill me -- or something like that.

There were other people with me and eventually the girl gave the gun to one of my friends (don't asked my why). I asked my friend to give me the gun but she wouldn't so I had to fight it away from her.

Eventually I got it and pointed it at the criminal telling her to stay where she was but she didn't look too afraid of the gun and continued to walk around. I warned her that if she didn't quit moving I was going to shoot her but she didn't listen. I didn't want to kill her so I aimed at her shoulder and pulled the trigger.

She dropped to the ground and looked like she was going to die but just got back up... the gun wasn't loaded!

Thinking quickly I grabbed a broom handle and held her down with it until more cops showed up. When they came into the room I grabbed some hand cuffs and put them on her tight. It took me longer to do than most cops because I didn't have much experience -- being new to the force and all. She scoffed at how slow I was taking, to which I replied "I'm new to this, cut me a break."

When I looked at the woman’s unloaded gun I then noticed it had orange on it, which is what toy companies are required to put on play guns so nobody mistakes them as real.

I realized then that I should have used my to control the situation, but when I went to take the gun out of it's holster it wasn't there. I yelled "Give me back my gun!" to my partner but he refused so I had to fight yet another person for a gun.

It seems nobody wanted me to have a gun in my dream, but I guess in this case it was good that my partner took my gun away or I might have shot a girl for threatening me with a toy gun.

It's weird that I'm having all these dreams involving guns though... I guess it's because I've mentioned my other dream involving guns which sparked this one. I usually don't remember my dreams in such detail either...

If my telling of the dream has fragmented sentences, weird sentence stops, poor punctuation, etc., it's because:

A) I'm telling a dream and dreams happen weirdly.
B) I was writing as the the dream came to me.
C) I don't feel like going over it and correcting.
D) Dreams are hard to write about.




You can't actually cease to exist in a dream. You may have a dream where you die and become a ghost, or die and go to heaven, etc., but you can't flat out die and actually be dead and not come back in some form.

I went to the Google hard copy headquarters (Think a museum where there is so much paper it's ridiculous) because I had been falsely accused of doing something and apparently they had google based evidence. They pulled out a file and said 'My my my, you have been busy, seven murders in Kazahkistan, mainly religious figures. An executed protestant ministers wife, a brutally strangled catholic priest, all very unpleasant.'

I was naturally like 'What the hell are you on about, since when was I in Kazahkistan?' But the google person was like 'Google never lies - While we have you here we might as well detain you...unless you do a little job for us'.

So then fast forward to me in Siberia in a Russian military uniform with the soviet anthem playing over a speaker in the background, I seemed to be helping to bury an entire train. Then cut forward again to me infiltrating a Siberian womans high security prison looking for 'Tanya'. It ended about there.

Damn that was odd.

Unless you're so freaked out you wake up, of course.

Like when you're falling off a building. But for the most part you're simply invincible.

When I die in my dreams I usually do become a ghost but there were a few times where I dreamed that I just stopped existing. Everything went dark, I couldn't breath or move and then I couldn't even think until I woke up.