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I Bleed Blue
06-30-2004, 10:49 PM
I'm a bit too lazy and cheap to buy a notebook for a journal. And my recall is really good, so I'll just post em here when I make my way down in the morning. OK, so here goes #1!

I'm running a marathon over countless dunes in a desert. I'm in first by two steps the whole time. I feel exhausted and parched, the dunes seem to get vertical and I'm paranoid about losing position. Then one dune turns into a cliff as I'm running up it and a ladder appears, I grab on and start climbing. The rest of the runners run straight up the cliff like they have suction cups on their feet and clear it, then disappear. As soon as I clear the cliff, the dream changes. I am now a large dog-like creature and I'm on sand dunes once again. Off in the distance, I see what looks like the Egyptian god Anubis (on steroids and about 15 feet tall) attacking a caravan. For some reason, I care, and attack the Anubis-monster knowing I will be killed, but I come out victorious. Then I see something that looks like its out of a movie appear out of a sand dune and I somehow think its the "Lost gates of Persia" even though I'm pretty sure nothing like that has ever even been heard of before. Then I wake up. THE END

dest
07-01-2004, 03:45 AM
cool dream :) Are you running IRL ? I mean doing sports like running or climbing ? :)

I Bleed Blue
07-01-2004, 10:08 AM
I'm training for a Triathlon atm, so I do anything and everything involving exercise (except for weights, I hate em). So ya, I run, bike, swim, climb, play sports etc whenever I can. Anyway, time for last nights dream!

K, this one is a 3-parter and very strange.....but here it goes.
I start off playing right wing for some minor league hockey team, we are winning. My entire team gets injured, so the game is forfeit. The whole team (I don't know any of them) gets on the team bus and we head back to my gradeschool, which is where we all live for some reason. The gradeschool is split up into 4 "wings" and each wing has its own hockey team living there. Some guy on another team keeps wanting to fight me in the girls bathroom (*shrug* dont ask lol), so I do and I beat him to a pulp. Ok, so now the dream changes. For some reason each of these teams no longer plays hockey, but they all still walk around with skates/jerseys on. There is now some type of sport involving different flavored Doritos (chips for those of you who dont know) in which there is a HUGE tub and each team has to get more of their chips in than any of the other teams. This is still in my gradeschool. My team was Lime/Guacamole flavored ROCK ON! (I hate that flavor IRL, its disgusting) Ok, so my team wins 1st place. There is an award ceremony and the dream changes again. 1st prize is what can only be described as a mask/mouthpiece. It looks like a patch of Frankenstein's face around his mouth area with the stitches and everything, its green. So one of my teammates puts it on, and then is somehow transformed into a creature that looks like a viscious green version of Gollum from Lord of The Rings but with the abilities of Spider Man. He becomes this ravenous monster that goes around and eats people's heads by ripping them off with his tongue (kinda like Reptile in the game Mortal Kombat). And I am now lost, running around this endless suburbia looking for my car. All the fences around the yards are about 20 feet tall, so I have nowhere to run from this green Gollum/Spider Man monster thing. Then as I get cornered and I'm about to have my head devoured, I think "Hm, having my head eaten by a frog thing, thats kinda funny" and the monster turns into a normal frog and gets hit by a car. I wake up, THE END.

I Bleed Blue
07-03-2004, 12:07 PM
K last night I slept on the couch in the basement (not too comfy, but oh so close to my computer), so I didn't sleep too well, and this is all I could remember.

I was in a department store with my dad. We came up to this huge rack of boxers. For some reason I was explaining the pros and cons of different types of underwear to him. Boxers vs. boxer-briefs vs. whitey tighties and cotton vs. silk vs. flannel. Thats all I got for this one...