A thread for dreams that generally made me laugh, or were too stupid to be taken seriously.


1. I Ate His Sandwich

Me and my brother were at the YMCA (a recreation center) at some party. Then, my mom couldn't pick us up for the rest of the day. We would have to sleep there. I spent a couple of hours trying to avoid the janitor, and sleeping in a bed that just happened to be there. Then finally, I said, "screw this, let's go home."
We were about to walk home, and my mom was with us. Then, something tipped me off to do a hand RC, and I did. Got lucid on the first time. I didn't believe it was a dream before I did the RC. Finding out it was inspired a true "wtf?" I then vowed to take on BlackWater by attacking one of my neighbors. This would cause the entire company to be destroyed. Then, the BlackWater guy sent a 5 foot tall Golden Retriever after me, which never actually bit me. I just thought it was stupid, and closed my eyes for a scene change.
Instead, a FA happened. Some stuff happened in between, like me finding out I was still dreaming. Instead, however, it was a city environment. I ran up and knocked this guy out who was walking on the street. He looked like a metrosexual. I'm almost certain it was one of the characters on "Sex and the City." A couple of seconds later, he began to chase me again. I waited for him to get close, made a pistol with my hand (two fingers, thumb up), raised my 'hand gun' (literally my hand), and shot him. A low "pop!" came out.. I literally believe I was the one who made the popping noise. Whatever it was, it was a pretty half-assed pop. Then, he was running after me again, so I shot him again with my 'hand' gun, and he died. I was still lucid at this point, and he was really annoying. Then again, I did attack him.
Then, I was in Friendlies (a restaurant). I walked around a bit. Then I saw this guy sitting alone, with two plates of food on the table. I sat down. It was an egg sandwich. The guy says, "how's it going." He slides the second plate over to me. "Okay" I say, as I take a bite into the sandwich. I could taste it, and said, "mmmm just like home!' Then the man says, "so what's going on?" I say, "nothing much really. Just enjoying my lucidity." Then, a guy walks to the table, looks down where the second plate was with a confused look on his face, Then he looks up at me.

So, DC, sorry for eating your sandwich.