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Regular DreamsI was having a hard time falling asleep, and wasn't even aware I had drifted off. As I lay in bed, I hear my neighbour talking to her friend through the wall. Then I hear a guy's voice, and his girlfriend. Then I hear several other girls talking. They're all talking really loud, and it sounds like she's having a party over there.
Lucid Dreams
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False Awakenings
G'day!
Clarity: 9/10
Importance: 7/10
Sleep: OK
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My neighbour tell everyone to keep their voices down so as not to piss off her crabby neighbour (me!). One of the girls says "Is that the Anglo guy you think speaks another language?". "Yeah," replies my neighbour "I had a conversation with him once".
"I feel like knocking on his door and saying G'day!" I hear one of the girls say. The other all chime in "G'day!" "G'day!" "G'day" "G'day!"
I want to let them know I can hear them, so I try to reply with a G'day of my own. I try to voice it, but it's slow in coming, like there's something stopping me, and I have to fight past to get it out.
I wake up and and yell "G'day!", and all the voices I was hearing die down, leaving me in silence.
I'm still not completely sure that was a dream. It seems unlikely she would have had people over that late. I dreamed I was in bed in the same position I was lying down in. The difficulty I had in speaking must have been when I was waking up. It was very confusing.
UniversityFor some reason, I end up switching apartments with my neighbour, her sleeping in mine, and me sleeping in hers. I lay on her couch and worry for a moment that my place is a mess.
Clarity: 4/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: OK
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As I'm trying to fall asleep, I her two guys in the apartment above me having gay sex. They are saying the most ridiculous things, stuff like "I'm the king of cock!"
The next morning as we switch back, I say to my neighbour "No wonder you wanted to switch, who can sleep with those guys going at it!". She has no idea what I'm talking about. She never hears them because she sleeps in her bed, while I was being polite and staying on her couch.
I go back home and get dressed, putting on pajama pants to go out. My apartment is now a dorm at a university. It's my first day at this school, and I follow my schedule to my first class. I see Sarah there and we compare schedules to make sure we're in the right place since there is no teacher. Mine has some extra numbers written in ink added to to the first class, which means were in the wrong place.
I see the class we're supposed to be in, with the teacher, who is a wizard, standing by the door. A pair of elves show up and ask if this is the right place, since their schedule was wrong. The wizard tell them yes it is, but only those worthy are allowed to attend. Finding the proper class was the first task. The wizard then tells the elves they don't want to come in, but the elves say yes they do, and enter. Inside, the elves are joined by a pair of gnomes, and then a pair of pixies.
Now I'm sitting at the back of a regular class. There are only about a half dozen people in the class and no sign of the teacher. There is a jar of eggs beside me. I take one and eat it raw. It tastes disgusting, but I eat another one, and start to feel queasy. Another guy in the class eats a raw egg as well and announces that he's going to be sick. He stands up about to puke when someone tells him "Fight it off, dude!".
He does his best not to throw up, but I start making retching sounds, causing him to hurl all over the floor. Everyone else gets up and walks away disgusted, and the puker says "Awww, come on guys... Don't leave!". He looks very embarrassed.
As we walk out of the class, someone says "Lets grab something to eat at the cafeteria, it's spaghetti day!". We stand in line at the cafeterian and someone says I look like that guy from some movie because if the way I'm dressed in my pajama pants. A girl walks up to me and says I don't look anything at all like the guy from the movie, and begins to make fun of my pajama pants.
I defend my style, and we end up talking and hanging out. The girl starts to sing folk songs at some point while someone else plays along on guitar. Some one plays a stoner movie in the caff, and my father who is suddenly there says he doesn't like the lead character, that he much prefers some guy from Half Baked. Everyone there thinks it's hilarious that my father would say that.
-My father drops me off at the front of the University, and I start to chat with a hot redhead and a group of guys at a picnic table. The redhead leaves for class, but I notice she forgot her schedule on the table. I run after her to give back, pausing to see what classes she's taking before I do. She's an art student, and one of her classes is sculpting. "I'll see you later, Sarah Connor." I say to her, reading her name off the schedule.
The redhead says goodbye to the guy she was with, who is wearing a red checkered plaid shirt. The guy gets a shifty look in his eyes, and looks over to another guy in an identical shirt. This one get the shifty look as well, and looks over to another guy in the same shirt, who looks over to another guy in the same shirt, and on and on. I get the feeling they're in some sort of cult. The shifty plaid shirted guys keep looking at each other, chaining along one after the other. All the characters from the the beginning of the dream are part of this cult, I just hadn't noticed the identical shirts until now.
That dream was tough to write out. I had a page and a half of dream notes for it, and left out a lot of detail. It would have ended up being a novel otherwise.
False AwakeningsI wake up in bed and walk into my living room from a spare bedroom I don't actually have. The television is on, playing some movie. As I look at the television, a golden retriever runs into the room, apparently my dog. I can't remember ever having played with this dog, and I start to feel bad that I've ignored it, so I walk up to it to pet it. As a matter of fact, I can't recall ever having fed this dog either.
Clarity: 7/10
Importance: 8/10
Sleep: OK
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Just as I'm about to pet the dog, it hears something in my real bedroom, and runs off to investigate. I follow, and find a scrawny frenchman in my room with a backpack stuffed full of my belongings. He backs away when he sees me, begging me not to hurt him. I wrap my hands around his throat and begin choking him with all my strength.
Somehow the frenchman gets away, or I let him go, and I go back to bed in my real room. This bed is lumpier than the first one I woke up in. The frenchman at stops at me front door and brags about all the stuff he stole from me. The items he lists don't make sense, and I realize I'm dreaming, but wake up as soon as I do.
Fell right back asleep, and into another false awakening. Must have had about 20 of them in a row. I got lucid in most of them, but would wake up as soon as I did.
Whirly BirdSome guy give me a ride in a helicopter, and we fly around the city. We fly very low amongst the buildings, with lots of sharp turns and drops. It feels like a roller coaster.
Clarity: 4/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: OK
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We're not supposed to be flying around here, and police helicopters chase us around. My pilot is so reckless, the police have a hard time keeping up. Next some military fighter jets fly onto the scene to shoot us down. We lose them by doing a loop that leaves us upside down at it's apex. The G-force in intense and the blood rushes to my head.
Having momentarily lost our pursuers, we fly by a university that has an ocean beside it. The ocean is much higher than the university, but stops right beside it in a wall of water, with nothing visible holding it back. There is an outdoor party in progress at the university.
We make a sharp turn, and land on top of the corner of the ocean, knocking down a large satellite dish as we touch down. The dish falls into the ocean, and all the partying students let out a loud "BOOOOOOOOO!"
I watch the dish sink to the bottom of the ocean, where it fall onto the edge of a much older looking satellite dish, sending it flying upwards. The older dish flies up to where the original one was, and all the students cheer.
I join in the festivities and mingle.
Canada DayIt's Canada Day, and I plan on doing some serious drinking. But first I take a walk with my grandparents along the river, which is running the wrong way. The water levels are low, and we stroll along the exposed riverbed.
Clarity: 4/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: OK
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We come to a waterfall, and we see a flash of a television documentary that says this set of rapids is known as CannonBall falls. I look into the water and see all the stones there are perfectly round, and roughly the size of cannonballs.
I ride a tire tube back towards my place, my brother and parents tubing along with me. We approach the Pembroke marina with people gathered, drinking and celebrating. I show off for the people, turning my tube on it's side. It folds in two, and I use it to bounce into the air. I fly along above the water, and only come back down when I think about how long I've been in the air. I keep up my bouncing, jumping over people in the water, and generally showing off.
I make it back home. It's only 8 in the morning, but I start drinking beer anyways, waiting for Steele to show up. When he does show, he's already half drunk. We go outside and see several strange buildings on the horizon.
There is a woman Steele works with I'm supposed to hit in the head with a hammer, so he can get the day off to go party. I see three versions of her, one beside the other, all with dates associated with them. The first one I've already hit with the hammer, but the other two just have targets right beside her eye. The dates on the other two are too close together, and I think there is no way it would look like an accident if I hit the other two as well, do decide against it.
I walk up the street and wait at the bus stop. I decide to meditate on the platonic solids, and picture a large cube in the intersection. As I do this, several strange office building drive down the road, fitting perfectly into my imaginary cube.
A bus pulls up, letting off a bunch of people who just stand around. I join up with a few of them and we walk off to a small section of beach. We're all cartoon characters now, and the woman I was supposed to hit with the hammer is with us. She falls down and knocks herself out. A cartoon redhead picks her up and carries the body out into the ocean. We can see the woman is still breathing.
As the redhead carries her out into the ocean, a guy with us says that the ocean isn't accepting any more burials at sea, it's full. The redhead replies that she just thought the sharks would eat the body. She continues walking out into the sea until they both disappear under the water, then reemerges alone.
The four of us stand chest deep in the water with our backs to the ocean. The woman we just dumped comes up behind me and sticks her finger between my butt cheeks, threatening to stick it up my ass! I freeze because her finger is so big, a poorly drawn cartoon finger.
This "scene" ends in a film studio as a director calls cut. He walks up to us and calls me a spineless wimp. He then turn to another one of the guys and says that he is even worse than me, and that he is fired.
I walk a little further down the studio into another room, and the other cast members are throwing a surprise party in my honor. There are large cakes stacked everywhere and plenty of beer.
Yeah, those probably mean something. I'll have to ask Burned Up for her expertise in interpretation.
I'm on the bus, and I'm singing and playing Pearl Jam's "Elder Woman" on the guitar. The bus begins to fill up and I change seats. There is a plate of relish on my new seat, which I pick up and hold in my hand so it won't spill. I feel dumb holding a plate of relish, so I set it on the floor, and it spills as we turn a corner.
I see a sign that says Downtown, and get off the bus on the Quebec side. I'll have to walk the rest of the way across the bridge back to Ontario. I walk down the street and see a plant with flowers that are gray like ash. I stop to take a closer look, and only one of the flowers has the slightest hint of color remaining. People are looking at me funny as I check out the flowers, so I keep on walking.
I see one of the french guys who went to my school, but didn't know to well, and we nod at each other. Then I see three more of them down the street in front of a store. None of them have any ID, and they want to buy cigarettes, so they ask me. I ask them what kind they want and go into the store.
Inside I see a girl with dreadlocks talking a guy working with her, and she's saying "You have to treat the kids around here with respect". I order a hot dog, and put a foot long on the counter and slathers it with ketchup, telling me that will be 25 dollars. Then she puts a handful of weed on the counter which I scoop up into a brown paper bag. I pay the woman and she gives me a large helium balloon on a string.
I go outside to hand over the goods to the three guys, who are all standing in a row with masks and funny hats. Just as I'm about to hand over the weed, I reconsider, in case they aren't the right people. The balloon is really pulling, and my arm is getting tired trying to hold it back, so I let it go and watch it fly away.
Body Separation Part 1
Clarity: 8/10
Importance: 9/10
Sleep: Nap
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I'm laying in bed on the verge of falling asleep, when I feel my imaginary arms moving around while still aware of my real ones. I wonder what would happen if I sit up with my imaginary body, and it works!
I'm in a version of my room at my parents house, and I get up a begin to explore. There is a bed next to mine which has a mother and a crying baby. I realize it's the neighbour and I can somehow see her through the wall.
I walk downstairs and am captivated by a large field with trees across the street. I figure that would be a convenient place to grow weed come the summertime. I see some people I know across the street. Nothing is as it should be, so I wake myself up to compare it against the real world, and find myself back in my apartment.
I only realized I was semi lucid after I woke up. Still being sleepy, I decided to try it again. Only this time remembering I'm lucid.
Body Separation Part 2
Clarity: 8/10
Importance: 9/10
Sleep: Nap
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Still on the verge of sleep, I try swinging imaginary arms and legs around. Once I can feel them moving (Still aware of my real body) I again try to sit up. It's a little harder to accomplish this time, but I manage to make it work.
I get up and I'm back in the strange version of my parent's place. The first thing I try to do is fly. But after many failed attempts, I give up and decide to try to walk through the wall instead.
I walk up to the wall and start small by trying to put my hand through the wall. As I lift my arm up, I see the section of wall in front of my hand is covered in short hair clippings. As I move my hand closer to the wall, the hairs all converge into a single point, then spread out again when I pull my hand away. I find that odd and play around with it for a bit, then get back to the business at hand, passing through the wall.
I try to put my hand through the wall (and also the hair cluster) fingers first, but meet resistance exactly like I would a real wall. I try about a dozen times using all sorts of techniques, like not looking or sheer will power, but nothing works.
I ponder this strange dream state I'm in, Lucid yet powerless, and wonder if it had anything to do with the odd manner in which I entered into dreaming. I eventually enter into normal dreams.
I was too distracted by the strangeness of it all to try any lucid tasks. The whole thing was very strange. Kind of like when I shake loose a dream body from the HI stage, but I didn't have a HI stage.
Going to have to try that again sometime soon if I can make it work again.
hey man!
those 2 lucid were great! I love the dream body thing! that is great, shame you couldnt fly thought. I bet that was annoying for ya
wow cusp
that was great :D
Cool dreams, Cusp! Did you do anything special? Were you trying to WILD, or was it just spontaneous? I try to WILD so often, and usually just fall asleep, but I figure one of these days I'll start doing it more than once in 1000 times that I try.
It kind of reminds me of the time I got "stuck" in my body, lucid for several minutes without being able to move, except you really got a lot further than I did.
Separating from your body - that sounds pretty cool. I want to experience that type of dream sometime.
hahaha
did you do this intentionally or did your dream convince you to wake yourself up to compare it against th real world? Like did you regret it when you woke up?
thats cool, kinda like you have a magnet in the point of your finger or smt.
Nope, was just tired and wanted to sleep. I can never fall asleep when I try to WILD.
Yes, I woke myself up intentionally. I was semi lucid there. I was aware I fell into a dream state from waking, but I was more intent on exploring because is seemed to me very much like what an OBE should be. Especially the way I entered it. I knew I wasn't awake, but didn't think of it as a dream the first time.
"Why are you wearing that stupid bunny suit?"I'm skateboarding down the street, laying on my belly on the board since I can't skateboard, pushing myself along with my arms and legs. It's really chilly out, and my only protection from the cold is a bunny rabbit costume which only covers my torso. There is a bunny head attached to the suit, but I let it hang around my neck.
"Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?"
-Donnie Darko
Bunny Suit
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 7/10
Sleep: Good
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I pull into a lane way, and my father pulls up with my uncle Gerald. They say they will be back to give me a ride, and tell my to wait for them where I am. I wait and wait and wait and wait. Eventually, some guy comes out of a house behind me and begins to spray me with the garden hose, then runs back inside.
The man come out and sprays me periodically as I wait. He become more and more vicious, and eventually begins to attack me while his son sprays me with the hose. I fight back, but he keeps coming out and spraying/fighting me. He even breaks my skateboard at some point. Night falls, and I'm still there waiting.
Finally the man comes out and apologizes to me, inviting me inside out of the cold. Neither of us was winning this little war, and I'm grateful to come in out of the cold. In the man's basement, I see a television playing a recording of three men in bunny suits invading the man's home. He demands to know if I'm associated with those bunny men. I tell him no, it was just a coincidence that I was wearing a bunny suit as well.
I finally leave the area, pissed that my father didn't come back for me. I grab my shattered skateboard, and am surprised to find that I can actually use it standing up in it's broken state. I cruise on down the street and encounter a group of people I know near my house.
HangarI'm walking through a field with a woman who is leading me to a very small air field, so we can catch a flight. There are many small buildings and hangars all in a row.
Clarity: 3/10
Importance: 4/10
Sleep: Good
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We enter into one of the hangars, only to find it empty inside. "I don't get it," says the woman, "There were planes here before!" A pilot walks into the empty hangar and escorts us outside. Outside the hangar, there are dozens of televisions with rabbit ears stacked one on top of the other, with people fiddling around with the rabbit ears trying in vain to get some reception. I try fiddling with one, and a channel come in on the TV. It doesn't seem to be from the way I positioned the rabbit ears that is causing the reception, but rather my proximity to the television.
A woman walks up and tell us we have to leave. She looks familiar, and I recognize her last name. I ask her if she's Billy's mother, and she says that yes, she is. I ask her to give me a ride, and follow her through an empty field.
Bungle in the Jungle
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: OK
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I'm in a rain forest, amongst a group tree hugging environmentalists. They are all dressed the same, and I wonder at the similarities between these people and a cult.
There was recently a heavy rain, and a bunch of them are going to the river to swim and kayak in the turbulent flood waters. I follow along, and I'm disappointed when I see the river. It's little more than deep ditch. There are logs across the river every so often and I push one of them. It floats downstream, hits the next log, knocks it loose, and that one floats down hitting the next log. On and on until I lose sight of the floating logs.
Below the initial log I pushed is a small waterfall, and a clear deep area of the river. The hippies tell me to be on the lookout for a large black and white duck like creature. I see two of them right beneath me, along with a platypus. The hippies want the capture the creatures, but they crawl out of the water and escape.
Then I see the tiniest version of one of these creatures, about half the size of my baby finger. It's hopping along like a kangaroo, leaving tracks in the sand. It's so small I lose sight of it, but follow it's tracks up the trail. I follow them to a building and the tracks lead inside. I think I'll lose the tracks inside, but the floor is dirty, and I can still see them clearly.
The tracks lead into the women's washroom, and I follow them in with some trepidation. Luckily the place is empty of women. I follow the tracks through the washroom. They lead to a wall, then turn around and lead back out. As I'm about to leave the washroom, I see one of those bugs that looks like a leaf, about a foot long. Behind it is a giant flightless wasp about the size of a rat. The wasp creature is hissing.
I open the door to leave, and the leaf insect grabs onto the bottom of the door with it's legs. The swinging door rips it's leg off, then tears the insect in three. It's head still has two legs attached to it, and it's making the most god awful hissing sound. I just stand there looking at it.
Cusp, your dreams are very intriguing, well written and always a pleasure to read :)
If I saw a wasp the size of a rat I would run :P
omg I about passed out... and I watched cloverfield the other day... sheesh
You guys are going to make me blush!:oops:
If it had wings I might have ran! You should have heard the noises it was making.
Hopeless Planet and the
Wonder Plant
Clarity: 8/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: Good
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I'm on a planet with the crew from Star Trek TNG. We get in a shuttle craft and attempt to leave. We take off, but after rising a couple of hundred feet in the air, the ship suddenly loses power and we crash back to the ground. Our shuttle craft skids along the ground tearing up the earth. It seems there is something around the planet which interferes with our ship.
We get out and see some of the native inhabitants of the planet, who are warriors. We stand on a mound of dirt, and one of the crew says they will take us with them if we don't show fear. The warriors arbitrarily choose a couple of members of our crew and lead them through some sharp razor grass. To show them I'm not afraid, I yell at them "What the fuck are you looking at!?!?!?"
The warriors leave, leaving the people they've chosen tangled in the razor grass. I try to follow, but the high grass is too sharp, lacerating my skin and cutting through my clothes. We give up and rejoin the rest of our crew, who are gathered at some picnic tables. There are houses all around us, but we can't reach them because of the razor grass.
I sit down at the table and see a starship fly by in the sky. It has a glowing green atomic symbol rotating around it, and I know that's why our ship failed, because we didn't have that kind of shielding.
Next to me is a woman holding four babies. I wonder who the poor woman is who has to breast feed all of them, but she tells me she's been feeding them milk made from a local plant. Our crew is all full of burns from trying to pass through a force field, which the natives seem to be able to pass through no problem. The woman with the babies notices that the babies were unaffected by the burning. SHe reasons that it must be from a skin cream, or butter made from the same plant, and tells me to rub it on myself.
I take several chunks of butter from her and begin to smear myself up, covering every inch of skin I have, even the slits of my eyelids. It's tough working it into my scalp through my hair, leaving my hair all greasy and clumped.
The others start to smear themselves up with butter as well. While they do, some of them talk about how they've grown to crave the food made from this particular plant, how it gets better the more of it they eat. It's also the only source of food we have, some sort of wonder plant that can be used to make anything. We are close to making our escape from this planet.
I wake up here, do a little recall, and slip back into the same dream.
We are preparing to leave the planet, and I hear Picard saying we can go as soon as we've gathered up enough boards made from that miraculous plant. I grab a fence and rip a large section off, then carry it to where the others are taking theirs. People are ripping off boards everywhere, and I worry the sound will give us away to the inhabitants of the planet. But then I see we are completely boarded off from the main compound where the aliens live.
There are scattered boards along the ground as I carry mine along, and I drop them on large pile of this white plastic like wood.
Squandered RichesI'm behind the medical center with my brother and my father. There are a few kids skateboarding, and my father says we should use some of the money we won to build a skate park here. My brother says that if we did that, it wouldn't be a cool place to hang out anymore, and nobody would come.
Clarity: 7/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: Good
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In an attempt to make the other kids think a skate park would be cool, my father begins to unearth a large rock atop a retaining wall. He starts to talk loudly about how some guy called Nick always wanted to tear that stone out back in 1942. This nick guy was some kind of local legend, and upon hearing his name, all the other kids come an help my father tear the stone out.
We go back home, and my father wants to use our money to turn the spare room in the basement into a large racetrack with those old electric cars. He's dug out his old race track set and set it up in the middle of the room, but wants to expand it so it runs the length of the walls. My brother suggests we build a Thunder Dome instead, but my father tells him our money is all gone.
We check out his race track and give it a try, making the cars go as fast as they can, sending them flying off the track. We try again, this time not going full throttle. The more we look at the track, the more interesting it becomes, with bottlenecks, and criss cross sections, loops and jumps.
A Tale of Two TerminatorsThere is a kid at school with his dog, an old german shepherd. There are two identical giants as well, who are at the same time Terminators. One of them is protecting the kid, the other trying to kill him.
Clarity: 4/10
Importance: 2/10
Sleep: Nap
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The kid walks down the hall, his dog barking ferociously at the evil Terminator. A teacher comes out and says she's going to report him to to principal. The kid's protector terminator is walking down the stairs ahead of him, and he chases after it. The evil terminator is hiding by the door to the stairs, but the good one ignores it.
As the kid passes the evil terminator, it reaches out and grabs the dog by the throat. I can hear the dog's thoughts, saying "What's going on here?" The dog mauls the giant's hand as the giant crushes it's neck and dashes it against the ground.
While the evil giant terminator is dealing with the dog, the protector terminator runs back up the stairs and throws the evil one through the wall.
Too bad you weren't lucid, you would have gotten your wings :) That was a cool dream. I noticed today that Star Trek is having another movie, is that where the dream came from?
ha get in!! those scalextrics were great!! did you have one when yo uwere younger at all?
I like the terminator dream that was mad!
I'm at a huge soccer tournament, and Andre asks me to take his place on his team while he gets some sleep during the first half of the match. We take the field and I wonder what position I should play. I ask my team mates, but they have no idea what positions they are going to play. The game starts and it seems that there are three teams on the field at once.Had no idea they were making another movie. Must have had that dream because you can't change the channel without seeing Star Trek on TV somewhere.Shot in the Throat
No, we just had my father's old set. But it was still pretty cool.
Clarity: 5/10
Importance: 3/10
Sleep: Poor
The game starts, and the opposing team gets control of the ball. One of the female strikers on our team asks if she should fall back to help. Before I can answer, a man walks onto the field and shoots me in the throat! He begins to shoot at everybody.
The female striker gets shot in the throat as well, and the scene changes to her and Ted Danson sitting in a car. The woman is bleeding from her throat where she was shot, and Ted Danson has a sword shoved into his throat. The blade is buried deep in his chest, the pommel sticking out in front of his chin.
Ted Danson is holding a cell phone, and the woman tell him to call for help, but his phone is dead. THey sit there throughout the night, and when morning rolls around they are feeling better, and decide to go to the hospital.
The hospital is in my parent's house, and all the gunshot victims are there. I go to the bathroom with a bandage around my neck, and am aghast to find a humongous Lincoln Log of a turd sitting on the toilet seat. It's three feet long with one end tied off in a sausage wrapping. I try to knock it into the toilet, but it breaks apart, getting shit everywhere. I clean it up as best I can, but I just end up smearing it around.
The shooter shows up at the hospital holding a grenade. Blade is there, and the shooter leads Blade into a parking lot. While the shooter isn't looking, Blade presses a button on a remote control device which inflates a humongous balloon man with explosive gas. There is a motorbike idling across from Blade.
Blade pushes the shooter down, who drops the grenade. Blade then runs to the idling motor bike and takes off. The grenade detonates, setting off the inflatable man, which explodes in a huge fireball. Blade races the fireball, and pulls into some tunnels that look like a sewer system. He begins to run through the water, and as he does, he switches over to poorly animated CGI animation. My mother comments that this movie wasn't very popular. I tell her they did make three of them.
I'm now walking down the street in Toronto, and come across a lone gang member who was one of the ones responsible for the shootings. I tell him off since he's alone, but he disappears inside to get reinforcements, and I run down the street and hide in an alley. The whole gang is coming looking for me. I can hear them getting closer when I see Billy walking into his house. I sneak in after him and hide inside, watching the gang members search for me from the window.
I go to the top of the building and watch the gang members circling the block, waiting for my chance to run. They finally leave to go for dinner, and I run for it. Everyone at Billy's house follows me, including Penn from Penn and Teller. Pen wants to talk to me and runs into a door trying to catch up to me.
King of The HillI fall asleep in front of a wire fence beside a trail at night. When I wake up, I sense someone is there with me, so I feel around in the darkness. My hands find a pair of legs directly in front of me, and when I look up I see this tall, skinny old dude standing there.
Clarity: 7/10
Importance: 5/10
Sleep: Poor
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The old guy is giving me the most fucked up evil stare, scrunching up his wrinkly old face. He doesn't say anything, but he's clearly trying to intimidate me, so I swing at him. The old guy grab my fist in mid swing, and begins to gnaw on my knuckles. I tear my hand away and inspect it, expecting to see bone, since he was really chewing on it. At first I see only bite marks, but then it begins to bleed profusely, pooling on my hand, then spilling all over the ground.
The scene that just happened is now an episode of King of the Hill that I'm watching with my family. The incident with the old guy happened to Bobby Hill, and he's all messed up in the head because of it. Bobby and Hank are standing in a wooded gravel road, and Hank has some old country records on the ground he's looking at. My father recognizes the albums, and sings along with the songs.
Commercials come on, and I channel surf, losing track of the channel we were watching. We can't find it because everyone says it was a different channel, none of them the right one. Then I remember I had the show on the television in my room, so I go to check what channel it was. I come back and we put the show back on.
Now Bobby and Hank are standing in a field surrounded by the coolest, most elaborate tree houses. A guy sticks his head out the window of one of the tree houses and yells at them to get off his property. His two daughters come outside to see what all the commotion is all about.
I now take Bobby's place, and the two daughters invite me inside their house. They are wearing they sheerest night gowns, which I can see right through. I can see their breasts. The blond one is tanned but for her boobs, which are a glaring white compared to the rest of her body.
Cool your Wilding now! You should practice that more. You seem like you could get really good at it. I wish I could do it the way you did. That would be fun.
ha those dreams were awesome mate!!
Did it hurt when you got shoot in the throat?
Ah man I laughed at the 3 ft crap and your attempts to clean it up lol, it must have been cool to have blade show up in your dreams :)
and the next dream were the old man catches your fist mid flight and starts gnawing on it ha ha that is great lol :lol:
You'd think so, but when I try to wild, it just keeps me up all night. Never been able to WILD intentionally.
Luckily there was a lot going on, so I didn't have time to focus on the pain. No pain, just shock.
Pissed On/OffI spent an entire weekend partying in this dream. It starts off Friday night, a party at my grandparent's place. A group of us go into the basement to watch a play. The play is basically a bunch of people, including Allin from school, quoting bunch of lines and short scenes from a funny movie. It's a very short play, a complete ripoff not worth the money we paid to see it. The play ends with Allin mooning the audience. One of his butt cheeks is painted like a peach, the texture of which is very photo realistic.
Clarity: 6/10
Importance: 7/10
Sleep: Deep
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I see that one entire side of Allin's body is painted in a peach texture. My grandparent's dog has one side of it's body painted like a peach as well, and it gets into a fight with another dog.
I leave the party and my uncle Mike runs after, wanting to talk. He says him and a friend are going to start keeping dream journals on Dream Views.
I go to another party, and when I enter, I find three of my friends standing there naked, peeing on each other and laughing their asses off. That's too weird for me, so I leave and go to bed. My blankets are damp, and I wonder if they peed on my bed. Just then one them (now some guy I don't know) walks in and starts to pee on me!
There is nothing I hate more than getting peed on, so I rip a section of metal railing off the stairs, and start to beat the guy in the head. My other two friends run over and try to get me to stop, saying I'm going to cause brain damage, but I continue hitting the guy in the head as hard as I can. They all grab sections of the metal railing, and we have a little stand off.
Tired of this scene, I go to a beach party with a boat and drink till the sun comes up. As I'm watching the dawn, I think that I really miss doing this.
It's now Saturday night, and I'm going from party to party. I head to the beach party again to end the night. I get there and my three drunk pee friends are there, hammered out of their minds. They some how managed to sink the boat after invading this private property. The police are there, and people are diving for items from the sunken ship.
I spend the following Sunday on the beach for the end of the regatta weekend.
I had to leave out a novel's worth of detail in this one, most of it mundane party stuff.
2012 has arrived, and the very physics of the universe are changing. They are detailing the changes on the radio, and I have a map of cones and circles with formulae and and ratios on it.
The only thing I remember clearly is that electric lights no longer function properly. Fluorescent lights don't work at all, and filament lights only have a dull flicker to them.
Really wish I had gotten up to take notes of that one. I trusted it to memory instead, but it was just too abstract to make sense of in the morning.
lol that part with the peeing is quite amusing....and even more so when you start beating on him lol
oh whats with 2012 all I know is that is when england has the Olympics lol