Thu Jan 27, 2005 12:16 am
I had a dream.... where all people with birthmarks are not discr- oh wait, wrong idea.
Well, I had a dream where I had to bead a bracelet with 30 rows, that would take me weeks... and my alter-ego( I kinda have a sort of split personality thing where I can choose to make different personalitites within myself, its weird 0.o) who was at that moment bossy kept poking me with my needle, telling me to finish faster.
When I woke up, I had red rashes near each poke.
That happens a lot somehow. Like when I once dreamed that my cheek got frostbite, and my cheek was painful until yesterday. I swear...the brain is a scary thing. But then again, so is human psyche.
Well, I had a dream where I had to bead a bracelet with 30 rows, that would take me weeks... and my alter-ego( I kinda have a sort of split personality thing where I can choose to make different personalitites within myself, its weird 0.o) who was at that moment bossy kept poking me with my needle, telling me to finish faster.
When I woke up, I had red rashes near each poke.
That happens a lot somehow. Like when I once dreamed that my cheek got frostbite, and my cheek was painful until yesterday. I swear...the brain is a scary thing. But then again, so is human psyche.
Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:23 am
Hmm, last night I dreamt that I was at my aunt's house (except it looked nothing like it does in real life), and apparently there was a hidden closet full of clothes somewhere, but we had to find a key first.
We found the key, it was some kind of small black marker. So we went to one of the bedrooms, and my aunt had the marker, and she went to the wall under the window (which didn't make any sense to me, because you can't have a closet door in an outside wall with a window). And my aunt started writing numbers on the wall with the marker. Somehow that made the wall open up like a secret panel, and behind it there was a metal door.
My aunt opened the door, which revealed some kind of force field that I had to pass through. On the other side of it there was a hole leading downward, and a couple of metal ladders, so I climbed down. There was cheesy music playing.
I got to the bottom, and I was in this huge room. There were racks and shelves and tables just covered with random clothes. And there were other people that I didn't know down there rummaging through the stuff.
So I went to try to pick some stuff out. I wanted to find a formal gown, ut I also tried on some neat leather coats.
We found the key, it was some kind of small black marker. So we went to one of the bedrooms, and my aunt had the marker, and she went to the wall under the window (which didn't make any sense to me, because you can't have a closet door in an outside wall with a window). And my aunt started writing numbers on the wall with the marker. Somehow that made the wall open up like a secret panel, and behind it there was a metal door.
My aunt opened the door, which revealed some kind of force field that I had to pass through. On the other side of it there was a hole leading downward, and a couple of metal ladders, so I climbed down. There was cheesy music playing.
I got to the bottom, and I was in this huge room. There were racks and shelves and tables just covered with random clothes. And there were other people that I didn't know down there rummaging through the stuff.
So I went to try to pick some stuff out. I wanted to find a formal gown, ut I also tried on some neat leather coats.
Thu Jan 27, 2005 11:43 am
I sometimes have dreams about the end of the world. Usually I know the world is going to end (in my dream) and I'm desperately looking for shelter with my family. I do find some usually, but then discover it's not good enough...
I have dremt about meteors, atomic bombs (both being hit or killed by radiation) and tidal waves
I have dremt about meteors, atomic bombs (both being hit or killed by radiation) and tidal waves
Tue Mar 08, 2005 3:15 pm
I don't understand -- I'm not a violent person at all. But my dreams often end up very bloody and violent. I guess I'm so desensitized to violence (seeing people killed on TV and in movies barely fazes me) that it's free to show up in the dream world whenever. Oh well.
Anyway, last night's was a strange one. I was in a strange, massive house with a random group of people (about 40 of us). None of us could leave. With us were five murderous "fairies," young women with elemental shirts and evil glares who dispatched people at whim. After a couple days of finding corpses littered around the house, we decided it was time to defend ourselves. With the help of kitchen knives (I had a regular butcher knife and a long one with a serrated edge), we armed ourselves and took extra caution to avoid the "fairies."
Come nightfall, we knew the "fairies" wouldn't sleep and would come after us to kill us when we did. So we all curled up in a small room (I ended up sleeping on the floor), barracaded the doors, and assigned shifts for people to stay awake in case the "fairies" came. If they did come, they were to wake us up, and we would whip out our knives and get right to the chop-socky.
I was sleeping when a guy started screaming to wake us up. I grabbed my two weapons and yelled for everybody to do the same, but what threatened us was not a fairy but just a fat guy. He was forcing his knife into the foot of an older man on the bed. When I asked him why he did that, he said "For revenge." I twisted the blade of his knife so that it was unusable (I had super-strength I guess) and told him "An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind" (Thank you, Ghandi!). That seemed to sway him, and he then proceeded to tend to the old man's foot wound.
The rest of the night was uneventful. But the next day, the fairies began patrolling the house, and we spent most of our time running and hiding. I took a wrong turn and was cornered by one of them. I whipped out my knives and tore into it. To my surprise, it was stunningly weak and died instantly. I then decided to take out the other fairies in a similar manner. Having dispatched all of them, I finally felt that we were safe. That is, until the fairies came back to life. They said that since I defeated them, they would no longer try to kill us. But they never lost those evil glares, and we were always wary.
Weird, huh?
Anyway, last night's was a strange one. I was in a strange, massive house with a random group of people (about 40 of us). None of us could leave. With us were five murderous "fairies," young women with elemental shirts and evil glares who dispatched people at whim. After a couple days of finding corpses littered around the house, we decided it was time to defend ourselves. With the help of kitchen knives (I had a regular butcher knife and a long one with a serrated edge), we armed ourselves and took extra caution to avoid the "fairies."
Come nightfall, we knew the "fairies" wouldn't sleep and would come after us to kill us when we did. So we all curled up in a small room (I ended up sleeping on the floor), barracaded the doors, and assigned shifts for people to stay awake in case the "fairies" came. If they did come, they were to wake us up, and we would whip out our knives and get right to the chop-socky.
I was sleeping when a guy started screaming to wake us up. I grabbed my two weapons and yelled for everybody to do the same, but what threatened us was not a fairy but just a fat guy. He was forcing his knife into the foot of an older man on the bed. When I asked him why he did that, he said "For revenge." I twisted the blade of his knife so that it was unusable (I had super-strength I guess) and told him "An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind" (Thank you, Ghandi!). That seemed to sway him, and he then proceeded to tend to the old man's foot wound.
The rest of the night was uneventful. But the next day, the fairies began patrolling the house, and we spent most of our time running and hiding. I took a wrong turn and was cornered by one of them. I whipped out my knives and tore into it. To my surprise, it was stunningly weak and died instantly. I then decided to take out the other fairies in a similar manner. Having dispatched all of them, I finally felt that we were safe. That is, until the fairies came back to life. They said that since I defeated them, they would no longer try to kill us. But they never lost those evil glares, and we were always wary.
Weird, huh?
Tue Mar 08, 2005 3:21 pm
ChromeFox wrote:I don't understand -- I'm not a violent person at all. But my dreams often end up very bloody and violent. I guess I'm so desensitized to violence (seeing people killed on TV and in movies barely fazes me) that it's free to show up in the dream world whenever. Oh well.
Anyway, last night's was a strange one. I was in a strange, massive house with a random group of people (about 40 of us). None of us could leave. With us were five murderous "fairies," young women with elemental shirts and evil glares who dispatched people at whim. After a couple days of finding corpses littered around the house, we decided it was time to defend ourselves. With the help of kitchen knives (I had a regular butcher knife and a long one with a serrated edge), we armed ourselves and took extra caution to avoid the "fairies."
Come nightfall, we knew the "fairies" wouldn't sleep and would come after us to kill us when we did. So we all curled up in a small room (I ended up sleeping on the floor), barracaded the doors, and assigned shifts for people to stay awake in case the "fairies" came. If they did come, they were to wake us up, and we would whip out our knives and get right to the chop-socky.
I was sleeping when a guy started screaming to wake us up. I grabbed my two weapons and yelled for everybody to do the same, but what threatened us was not a fairy but just a fat guy. He was forcing his knife into the foot of an older man on the bed. When I asked him why he did that, he said "For revenge." I twisted the blade of his knife so that it was unusable (I had super-strength I guess) and told him "An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind" (Thank you, Ghandi!). That seemed to sway him, and he then proceeded to tend to the old man's foot wound.
The rest of the night was uneventful. But the next day, the fairies began patrolling the house, and we spent most of our time running and hiding. I took a wrong turn and was cornered by one of them. I whipped out my knives and tore into it. To my surprise, it was stunningly weak and died instantly. I then decided to take out the other fairies in a similar manner. Having dispatched all of them, I finally felt that we were safe. That is, until the fairies came back to life. They said that since I defeated them, they would no longer try to kill us. But they never lost those evil glares, and we were always wary.
Weird, huh?
Wow, that is a heck of a "fairy" tale.
Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:10 pm
Har har. It was friggin scary at the time, man!
Tue Mar 08, 2005 4:23 pm
Well, when I was younger I used to get this recurring dream. It would start off on a hillside. It was green and there was a gentle breeze running through the grass. And there was one lone flower growing on the grass. And as I got close to the flower it suddenly switched to a large machine with lots of large cogs and pictons. It was very noisy and it just wouldn't stop. But the strange thing is I never said anything ion the dream. I didn't even see myself, which is what usually happens. It was just like it was seen through my eyes. Anyway, that was basically the dream. The machine would just keep going and just as it felt the noise was going to blow my brains out I would wake up.
Tue Mar 08, 2005 5:27 pm
Last night was bloody weird, it involved somehow ending up on a bus with no pants, monsters made of clay, forging currency, the steepest street in the world (it was like a vertical drop) and a movie I had produced that only 17 people went to see.
Tue Mar 08, 2005 11:44 pm
Hm.
Dreams for me are almost always predictable, all I can remember have to do with things I somewhat experience in real life. Like, last night I dreamt I was going to Iceland on Friday with a friend of mine (Elena). I recently did a project on Iceland.
Most of my dreams have to do with people I think about/interact with a lot. Such as, I dream about this one guy often... so far it's been 3 dreams I can remember in a short amount of time. And he's one of my best friends, so I think about him and am with him a lot.
Most of my remembered dreams take place in places that I'm in often. Usually school, and the church I have club meetings in. Not usually home, but sometimes. And sometimes on the sidewalk, too. Ugh, I don't usually like sharing my dreams with people. Most are private things.
Dreams for me are almost always predictable, all I can remember have to do with things I somewhat experience in real life. Like, last night I dreamt I was going to Iceland on Friday with a friend of mine (Elena). I recently did a project on Iceland.
Most of my dreams have to do with people I think about/interact with a lot. Such as, I dream about this one guy often... so far it's been 3 dreams I can remember in a short amount of time. And he's one of my best friends, so I think about him and am with him a lot.
Most of my remembered dreams take place in places that I'm in often. Usually school, and the church I have club meetings in. Not usually home, but sometimes. And sometimes on the sidewalk, too. Ugh, I don't usually like sharing my dreams with people. Most are private things.
Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:04 am
Dawn2 wrote:Hm.
Dreams for me are almost always predictable, all I can remember have to do with things I somewhat experience in real life. Like, last night I dreamt I was going to Iceland on Friday with a friend of mine (Elena). I recently did a project on Iceland.
Most of my dreams have to do with people I think about/interact with a lot. Such as, I dream about this one guy often... so far it's been 3 dreams I can remember in a short amount of time. And he's one of my best friends, so I think about him and am with him a lot.
Most of my remembered dreams take place in places that I'm in often. Usually school, and the church I have club meetings in. Not usually home, but sometimes. And sometimes on the sidewalk, too. Ugh, I don't usually like sharing my dreams with people. Most are private things.
I agree, I have had weird ones, the last one I had I was this dectective dude, and was trying to find the killer of this girl. Then he killed my family and friends, and then finally I found him and broke out my ninja skills and killed him, all on some tropical island, and my friends and family were people I have never seen before. It was weird. Some of my dreams are private, some of them are disturbing, while some are just... boring, some have to with things that happen in real life. Some of them are also inapporiate.
Wed Mar 09, 2005 12:24 am
The night before last I dreamt that Skittles were trying to take over the world. They were everywhere and I was trying to collect them all so I could destroy them.
Last night I dreamt that I was shopping with Dawn =3
I also dreamt that someone gave me a box. Inside was my cat. She died about 6 years ago. Inside the box, she wasn't alive, she was just a stuffed toy. And her head was cut off. Someone told me that if I sewed her head back on she would come to life. And I was preparing the needle and thread, but that's all I remember.
Last night I dreamt that I was shopping with Dawn =3
I also dreamt that someone gave me a box. Inside was my cat. She died about 6 years ago. Inside the box, she wasn't alive, she was just a stuffed toy. And her head was cut off. Someone told me that if I sewed her head back on she would come to life. And I was preparing the needle and thread, but that's all I remember.
Wed Mar 09, 2005 1:49 am
Dreams are wacky, aren't they? I feel bad for the people who don't remember their dreams, I remember one almost every night. I also tell them to my friends in excrutiating detail .
I've been having strangely adventurous dreams lately. Usually my dreams are kind of lethargic; no one in them is really interested in anything going on around them. But recently I've been dreaming about sneaking around and sabatoging things and trying not to be killed and such.
I did have a dream last night about being at an airport and listening to two women speaking in Jamaican accents...
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I've been having strangely adventurous dreams lately. Usually my dreams are kind of lethargic; no one in them is really interested in anything going on around them. But recently I've been dreaming about sneaking around and sabatoging things and trying not to be killed and such.
I did have a dream last night about being at an airport and listening to two women speaking in Jamaican accents...
Wed Mar 09, 2005 3:15 am
One dream I has recently involved me having to take in a foriegn exchange student from Mexico, but it was just a guy from my Spanish class (who isn't even hispanic). He just slept a whole lot, but he eventually woke up and went to some bar (underage, by the way), and I had to pick him up. This involved driving, and for someone who was doing it purely from imagination and no past experience (I don't have my permit yet, I'll get it soon), I'd say I did very well, except for when I floored the gas pedal trying to get out of the driveway. Anyway, I find the guy, but he's asleep again and somehow dissappears, and then I'm suddenly parking the car in my school's parking lot sometime in the evening so I can attend...something, I forget, but when I got in the building I saw a bunch of my friends running around and making loud chirping noises. At this point I woke up, because the loud chirping sounds was my alarm going off.
I have many dreams each night, it's just that I forget most of them.
I have many dreams each night, it's just that I forget most of them.
Wed Mar 09, 2005 3:44 am
I never remember my dreams . But the ones I do remember are a tad inappropriate for the forums XD
. But the ones I do remember are a tad inappropriate for the forums XD
Wed Mar 09, 2005 9:41 pm
Hmm, my dreams... There are two that are really memorable for me.
Okay, in the first dream, I was a guy, and it was Christmas time. In the beginning, I remember a news report about a haunted house. At night, I decided to take a walk. Now, instead of Christmas decor, there was Halloween stuff, like vampires, and witches, etc. There was even a sign that said Santa's Workshop, and 'work' was crossed out and replaced with wine. There was a burrow next to there, and I see a glimpse of the trademark red suit and hear a drunken sounding "Ho ho ho." So, rather disturbed, I keep walking along. Somewhere along the way, I meet some girl, who joins me. As we're passing a statue of the Grim Reaper, it suddenly comes to life! The girl and I ran to a store, and I hid in the clothes racks. I don't know where the girl went to hide, but eventually I go out looking for her (the Grim Reaper was gone) and the girl somehow ends up in a castle like building, and is spying on me throuh a crystal ball. Then, I woke up.
Okay, the second dream started out on my street. I was me, and still a girl, luckily. I was playing on the street with my friend Sean, my enemy Britney N., and some made up person named Matt Zinger or something. Well, anyway we played for a while, and I almost get run over by a trash truck. Well, I dove out of the way just in time. Then I woke up, and thought, 'This dream would be cool if it had dragons.' Lo and behold, I fell asleep and dreamt a continuation. In this one, I gathered the three friends from the last dream, and informed them of something. "Come with me, I found something in the creek." (There is a creek behind my house, and every detail in the dream was exactly like my community) They all followed me, and I showed them a bunch of eggs. "Dragon eggs," I said. There were somewhere between five and eight, and I wanted each of them to find another candidate, a friend of their's. Britney and I were the only girls, and I didn't want too many girls, so I instructed each friend to find a male candidate. I knew a female friend who would be another queen candidate. Well, eventually, after oohing and aahing, we went home. The next day, I went over to Sean's house to go on the computer. There, he found that he had an e-mail. A pop-up flashed, with a boy about to speak, but quickly closed. We looked at each other, confused, and closed AOL. Then, I noticed that his icons were disappearing one by one. I informed him, and somehow I knew if this got anywhere else, it would wreck every computer! We rushed over to our friend's house, but not before warning my mom to not check the e-mail (Somehow, in the dream, my family was completely different). We asked him if he had checked his e-mail, and he said no. We all quickly logged on, and I went straight to PPT. I posted about the virus, and I called a meeting for all PPT members. I gave out the name of my town, state, and zip code (somehow, the internet was uber safe from stalkers and the like), and told you guys to meet me at a park, three preteens would be sitting on the platform, two guys and one girl (me). Then, I woke up.
Whee, an uber long dream that ends on a cliffhanger. Isn't that great?
Okay, in the first dream, I was a guy, and it was Christmas time. In the beginning, I remember a news report about a haunted house. At night, I decided to take a walk. Now, instead of Christmas decor, there was Halloween stuff, like vampires, and witches, etc. There was even a sign that said Santa's Workshop, and 'work' was crossed out and replaced with wine. There was a burrow next to there, and I see a glimpse of the trademark red suit and hear a drunken sounding "Ho ho ho." So, rather disturbed, I keep walking along. Somewhere along the way, I meet some girl, who joins me. As we're passing a statue of the Grim Reaper, it suddenly comes to life! The girl and I ran to a store, and I hid in the clothes racks. I don't know where the girl went to hide, but eventually I go out looking for her (the Grim Reaper was gone) and the girl somehow ends up in a castle like building, and is spying on me throuh a crystal ball. Then, I woke up.
Okay, the second dream started out on my street. I was me, and still a girl, luckily. I was playing on the street with my friend Sean, my enemy Britney N., and some made up person named Matt Zinger or something. Well, anyway we played for a while, and I almost get run over by a trash truck. Well, I dove out of the way just in time. Then I woke up, and thought, 'This dream would be cool if it had dragons.' Lo and behold, I fell asleep and dreamt a continuation. In this one, I gathered the three friends from the last dream, and informed them of something. "Come with me, I found something in the creek." (There is a creek behind my house, and every detail in the dream was exactly like my community) They all followed me, and I showed them a bunch of eggs. "Dragon eggs," I said. There were somewhere between five and eight, and I wanted each of them to find another candidate, a friend of their's. Britney and I were the only girls, and I didn't want too many girls, so I instructed each friend to find a male candidate. I knew a female friend who would be another queen candidate. Well, eventually, after oohing and aahing, we went home. The next day, I went over to Sean's house to go on the computer. There, he found that he had an e-mail. A pop-up flashed, with a boy about to speak, but quickly closed. We looked at each other, confused, and closed AOL. Then, I noticed that his icons were disappearing one by one. I informed him, and somehow I knew if this got anywhere else, it would wreck every computer! We rushed over to our friend's house, but not before warning my mom to not check the e-mail (Somehow, in the dream, my family was completely different). We asked him if he had checked his e-mail, and he said no. We all quickly logged on, and I went straight to PPT. I posted about the virus, and I called a meeting for all PPT members. I gave out the name of my town, state, and zip code (somehow, the internet was uber safe from stalkers and the like), and told you guys to meet me at a park, three preteens would be sitting on the platform, two guys and one girl (me). Then, I woke up.
Whee, an uber long dream that ends on a cliffhanger. Isn't that great?