Thread: Dreams of Red Hot Lard Man

Dream 1:

I was watching a basketball game with some people. It was a really weird setting. Everything was outside, and the court was just out in the middle of a field. Or maybe it started out being outside, and then became a blend of both inside and outside.

Anyway, it started out with me waiting for the game to start. I was sitting on the highest bleacher, and it seemed to be pretty high. I could see a rolling graveyard nearby. There was a circle of crumbing pillars in what I guessed was the middle of the graveyard. In the center of the pillar was a dry dirt patch. Everything else was grassy exept for that part.

I was talking to someone, or overheard someone talking about something sinister about the graveyard. Soon after this, monsterous zombies erupted from the graves. They quickly ran toward the basketball "court". As the zombies were making their way toward us, the game began, and the players came out on the field. Right as they came out, the zombies attacked them. Really tall 7ft. guys were getting tackled by the much smaller zombies. People were running everywhere trying to get away. I was still on the top bleacher. Either someone gave me, or I already had some kind of special staff that would ward the zombies off if they attacked me.

The staff enabled me to go back in time, but I was too scared to try it. I also had a amulet that was either a part or seperate from the staff. An old man DC warned me that if I touched a certain part of the amulet, I'd turn into a clump of marijuana!! He also said that it would be impossible to go back and change it, because it would be "permanently set in time". I wondered why I couldn't change anything in the dream. Of course now I know that if I had turned into marijuana, I couldn't do anything, let alone go back in time.

I began battling my way through the zombies to make an escape. People were being bitten and turned into more zombies. Some people changed slower than others.

I succsessfully made my way down to the ground level. Now the whole place seemed more like a television studio. I was in the area where the basketball court was. I was trying not to touch the part of the amulet that would change me to pot.

I was confronted by one man who'd been bitten. He was incoherent, and I could tell he was fighting against the change, trying in vain to quell his growing agression. He started barking at me, and soon tried to attack. I fought him off with the staff, knocking him back and striking him in the stomach with the end. Another infected man staggered toward me. He was changing slower than the other guy. He was trying to keep his mind intact, talking about who he was but unable to remember where he was from. His mind was beginning to rapidly deteriorate, and I knew I should get out of there fast.

Some stuff happened that I can't remember. The dream gets sort of jumbled here. Word got out that the person responsible for the zombies was the guy who created the Esurance mascot, Erin Surance. The cute pink haired special agent girl. Me and a group of people made it to where this guy was. There were a bunch of emergency exit-type stairs everywhere, the kind on the outside of buildings. There was a door high up on one of the stairwells, and it was there that the Esurance artist was.

Here's an old dream I found:

Dreams from 8.29.09

Had a dream where I was in some kind of warehouse type of place. It started out sort of dim because of how much stuff was in there. It was like an overly-packed Costco, with the shelves reaching much higher than they do in real life. There was just barely enough room to comfortably walk in-between them. I also got the impression that the store itself was extremely small, like a bookstore almost ( a little hole-in-the-wall one ). I was talking to one of the very few people in there about Bob Ross, the painter. How before he became famous as the painting guy with the afro on PBS, he was a well-respected artist when he was young and just starting out. I thought it was funny that his famous paintings were exactly the same as the ones he painted on tv.

The dream shifted slightly. The store was now very open, with barely that much stuff around. Instead of giant shelves, there were fold out leg tables sparsely supplied with merchandise here and there. A girl named Sage who I work with was there. The Bob Ross dream loosely continued into this dream. I think either I was talking to someone how he died, or I was just thinking it to myself. He died from a secret addiction to some gross parasitic worms. I think the store I was now in must have been supplying them. They were horribly grotesque and varied in size. They were similar to slugs, in that they were mottled in color, yet their bodies were segmented slightly. And the segmentations looked somewhat like that rotten flesh look where there’s a bunch of putrified flesh with holes. The heads were fish-like, and to make that even grosser, the heads looked like those fish where only one side of the head faces up. The eyes of the worms were oval shaped, with the pupils being rectangular slits.

I think in the dream I may have been slightly drunk, because I actually wanted to try one or two of the worms to see what drug effect they were supposed to have. They were said to be highly addictive because of the psychedellic euphoric effects they were supposed to give. All you did was swallow them whole. I think I took only one. The next thing I remember is being in my room. My room very well could have been within he store, since this is how my dreams seem to work. I was sitting on my bed when that girl Sage came in. I convinced her to take the worms and she did. We both started getting extremely turned on. I remember getting frisky with her, but then sort of blacked out. The next thing I remember was being in my room alone.

Apperantly I had purchased a bunch of the worms. I had a large glass gerbil cage in my room, and it had a bunch of the worms all in multiple Ziploc baggies. The floor of the cage had a bunch of gerbil cage sawdust stuff in it. All the worms were writhing around, trying to get out of the cage. There were smaller ones that weren’t in baggies and they were all crawling around the top part of the cage.

I had a regular PC right in front of the cage, on some kind of simple stand. I could see 8-bit representations of what was going on in the inner workings of he computer. Somehow, the worms were inside of it, trying to get out. With the worms, there were also two yellow jackets (all appearing as simple little 8-bit cartoony things). The yellow jackets were working their was up the computer monitor. I knew they were trying to get out. In a vent on the top of the PC tower, a real life yellow jacket started to emerge. I ran out of my room so it wouldn’t get me. The rest of the house was now fairly like it is in real life. I ran over to mommy and daddys room where I could see the screen from a safe distance. The second yellow jacket came out. They both flew around my room a bit, and then left.

Once it was safe to go back, I noticed that now some 8-bit worms were making their way up the screen and becoming real as the wriggled out of the tower vent. I collected them in a little box with dirt in it, and transported them to the gerbil cage. I thought about Sage. I started remembering brief glimpses of memories about us having sex and naked in my bed. I hoped that I hadn’t gotten her pregnant. I left my room, and there were a bunch of people around, unrelated to my family. Sage was there, and she seemed fine, maybe looking like she felt a bit awkward towards me, but nothing really bad. Some stuff happened that I can’t remember… dang

OHHH yeah.. I wanted more of the worms. I went to my room and looked at them for a bit. How ugly they were!! How could I even think of touching them, let alone putting them in my mouth and swallowing them!!! The nature of the worms was that they WANTED to be in a human body. And even if you didn’t ingest them by choice, they worked to get inside you anyway. They were constantly worming around, trying to escape to find someone to get inside. Instead of one worm, this time I took two. I went to find Sage to see if she wanted to do them with me again, and I think she did. We fooled around a bit, but this time I didn’t black out. I can’t remember what happened next.

I went back to my room again to see there was some commotion in the gerbil cage. I saw that a huge hummingbird had somehow found its way inside the cage. It was scared of the worms and was thrashing around trying to get out. As I got to it, one or two worms had crawled on it, and I brushed them off. I took up the hummingbird (which was about as big as a parrot or duck) and rushed to take it outside. I now noticed that it wasn’t a hummingbird (it had been, but now morphed due to how my dreams are) after all, but was actually…. A flying cat!!

The kitty had very soft, fur-like feathers and the whole body was a neat iridescent sheen. The wings were rather small, and were close by the base of its neck. The kitty flew up from the ground where I had set it, and onto a tree branch. The kitty spoke to me, and said it was a part of some flying kitty military. At this, three or four more flying kitties joined the one I had saved. They were all dressed in fanciful military outfits, each on completely different in design and color. I only remember what one looked like: All red like some old Chinese outfit, complete with one of those round flat fez like hats. They said it was the time of year they all fly to some place, like south or something. And then instead of flying, they all walked along the backyard sidewalk, out of view.

Old, old dreams:

1/22/05

Ugh...I had yet ANOTHER end of the world dream again last night. It seemed to last all night long too. It had something to do with Bush and Kerry. The election hadn’t happened yet, but Bush seemed to be the most popular vote. People were at each others throats over who should be the next president. Then Bush gets elected. He commissions this huge space station be built, along with a whole bunch of saucer crafts. America was at war with someone...the sense was that Bush was at war with a state or states within the U.S. But it could have been another country, not necessarily Iraq. So the fight was on, there was a big war, and the U.S. was winning. Intelligence said that the opposing side had hidden some sort of atomic mines under where the U.S. was stationed. The slightest rumble would set them to go off a little bit after. The flying saucer ships seemed to be the main line of defense. They were huge and silver, just like a stereotypical flying saucer. They had some little node that protruded from the bottom. They all hovered above the ground, with the node floating just a few inches from the ground. Americas victory was almost complete. But they had a pesky ace up their sleeves. They knew that whoever we were fighting knew that if those atomic mines went off, not only America, but half of the entire world would be destroyed, killing America‘s enemies too. All the soldiers and Bush’s men and all those who were for Bush boarded the flying saucers to be taken up to the giant space station which was orbiting the earth. The flying saucers all acted in unison. They began to slowly lift up into the air a couple feet and then, with great force, they all pounded into the ground triggering all the mines that were hidden. With only a few minutes to spare, they lifted off into the sky and headed to the space station. I saw all the atomic bombs go off in a bunch of different places. Just like in a movie, there was a city where there was people just living out their lives....when the blast wave hit them and killed them all at once. The bodies were flying everywhere. It was almost like...ohhh yeah! I think it was just one really powerful bomb that went off instead of a bunch. Well....The impression was that there was more than one, but I think I was seeing the destruction of just one of the bombs. When the bomb went off, it was just like how they show atomic bombs on tv. But the ring that came out grew and grew. It was some glowing yellow ring that never dissipated. It hit the city, and some woman with her baby in a stroller. The woman and baby went flying. The ring must have covered all of America, because it got all the way to an ocean (I have no idea if it was the Pacific or Atlantic). But the one giant ring became like an onion slice, with a bunch of rings coming off of it. Once it got to the ocean they lost their velocity, and were just bouncing around on the oceans surface because they were so hot and seething with radiation. There was some guy trying to swim where the rings were bouncing around, and he was all upset at them. He was saying something to them like “get outta my ocean!” or something like that. Then the dream shifted to showing the saucers in space, docking with the station. The space station sort of looked like a really fat jumbo jet. It was all black with millions of little lights on it (probably windows). It was very rounded. It looked like millions and millions of people could live in the space station comfortably. One by one the saucers, which now looked more like littler versions of the space station, docked into their own ports. I think in the dream I realized that the plan was to stay in the station for 50 or however many years it takes for radiation to wear off and the surface to be habitable again. For the most part, those are all the things I can remember in detail. There were a few other things here and there. Like, there were survivors on earth somehow. And everything was all rundown and dirty looking . There was a billboard showing some women in “fancy” clothes, but they too were all shabby and dirty. The billboard was like a tv, advertising a couple things, but also acting as a PSA about the things that you couldn’t touch, because they were radioactive. One of these untouchable things were dolls or toys that kids might find in rubble. I think maybe people were mutating, because I vaguely remember some black creatures co-existing with regular people. The dream just went on and on, following the lives of some of the people trying to survive on earth. I woke up a few times, but went back into the same dream. The last one I can remember was something about seeing eddie murphy walking around. I was eating a bag of chips, and he came up to me and reached his dirty hand into the bag and grabbed a handful of them and started eating them without even asking! I got all upset and didn’t care who he was. So he was all indignant and justifying why it wasn’t wrong what he did. I think I called him some racial slurs just to rile him up and get him to fight me. A car then pulled up, and I guess Eddie Murphy knew the person because he got in the passenger side and told the girl driving to get out of there. I leaped up on the top of the car and started trying to rip the top off. At this time I had turned into one of the black creatures. I guess maybe the radiation had given people the ability to change their forms into these creatures. The creatures were pure black and stood on all fours. They had very sharp talons and jagged teeth. The skin was all shiny and they had tails. The skin was also rough with some kind of plate scales and two rows of little horn things lined their spine down to the tail. I was trying to claw at Eddie Murphy, but couldn’t get to him. The car was driving all erratically, trying to throw me off. Murphy then pulled out a shotgun to try and shoot me off, but I grabbed it before he could do anything and bent the barrels. He started pulling out a whole bunch of shotguns, but every time he pulled another out, I kept bending them so they were useless. And that’s all I can remember.




Here’s some dreams I remember pretty well, but don’t have the dates for:

In one dream I had, I was some superman type hero. I went to attend a special dinner in my honor and the dinner was being presented by all these different alien creatures. We were all sitting at a huge banquet table, and one of the aliens got up to give a toast to me. My superhero sense must have kicked in, because I was overwhelmed with the feeling that they were about to try and kill me. So I got up from the table and took off flying (the whole thing took place outdoors. And I think I was on an alien planet. The table was in a well groomed grassy field). As I began to lift off, one of the aliens tried to stop me by grabbing one of my legs. To the aliens surprise, my leg just began to stretch and stretch as I flew higher in the air. I looked down and saw the alien holding my leg, when suddenly it snapped off. My leg immedeately grew right back and I laughed at the angry alien, who was shaking his fists in fury at my escape.

I had another dream where I had some neat superpowers. I used to remember this one well, but because it was so long ago, I forgot exactly what happened. I was an evil guy with superpowers. I had the power to posess people, and project myself through solid matter by compressing all my molocules together. What I’d do is put my arms up and bent halfway at the elbows. I would then begin to compress all my molocules together. It was sort of like a geyser, where something that wants to come out is stopped up and once it is released, bursts out with great force. Thats what I did with my molocules. They became so compressed that they had to be released. I could control the force and where exactly each molocule went. When I started to feel like I was leaning up against a wall, I knew I was ready to project myself. The molocules erupted faster than light, and were so small and quick that they could penetrate anything. I vaguly remember posessing the body of some guy, but the thing I remember the most was that I used my powers for selfish gain. I broke into a bank. And, using my hyper molecular transportation, I whisked through the bulky safe door. After I collected all the money I could carry, I simply exited the door in the safe. The door had a green exit sign above it, which was extremely dumb and corny....why would a safe have a simple exit door....?

I had some dream recently that I can hardly remember. I have lots of dreams where I have powers of chacters in movies like spiderman, superman, T-1000, and wolverine. In this dream I had wolverines metal claws. Usually when I have these dreams, the claws hurt when coming out, and they take a long time, and some don’t even come out all the way. Other times they are all out, but it hurts to try and slash stuff. This dream it was just like I had his claws for real. I was slashing stuff up with no problems. It was pretty fun.

This is a dream I’d really like to make a movie about. I started out sort of dumb: Stephen King had had a house built for Mel Brooks. And of course, since Stephen King had drawn up the building plans and paid to have it built with his own money, the house was inherently evil. The dream was like a movie, following a group of I think four or five people. The house was set up really weird. More like a contemporary church interior than an actual house. There were large, carpeted hallways and big windows (it was night outside). And there were flourcent lights. Not all the house was like this, just one part of it. I can’t really remember what the rest of it looked like. The parts I can remember the best are: A woman was walking down some old stone steps into a cellar, or just a downstairs area of the house. It was all dark and she was calling for someone. The closer she got to the bottom of the stairs, the more scared she got. She knew something bad was down there, and her primal instinct of fear was beginning to take over. She was almost to the bottom when she could begin to see some of the stuff that was down there. One thing (I can’t remember what else) she saw was a life-size stone lion. It was strangely carved and the eyes were hollowed out. They were just shallow indents. When she saw the lion she decided she’d had enough and quickly turned around and began to run up the stairs. The lion then prang to life. It leaped from where it sat and pounced on the woman. I think it dragged her down the steps. The lion was holding some stone bat in it’s paw. It was like it was fused onto it. The lion then began to bludgeon the women. The lion took the head of the bat and started to grind the woman’s brains and bits of skull into the cold stone floor. It was horribly brutal and relentless, and the most disturbing thing about it was that the lions face had no expression. Those hollow eyes… It came to me in the dream that the house was alive and was trying to understand death and pain. It had no concept of hate, mercy, good or evil, but because the house was evil it gravitated to evil things like brutal murder. The next thing I remember was the remaining people (I was now one of them) were desperately trying to find an exit out of the house. We came to some giant room that was set up like some stream that one would find outdoors. There was a mock rocky hill and there was a huge stream of what looked like gently flowing water. There were stepping stones that let across the water and to a door on the other side of the room. There was three other people besides me, and we all started across the rocks. I was gripped with a terrible fear of the water....It wasn’t really water! I floated up and onto the fake rocky hill and turned around just in time to see the house kill the rest of my group. they were all doing fine, when the water level suddenly rose. The substance we all thought was plain water was really some nefarious substance. Once it came into contact with any part of a person, even their clothes and shoes, it immediately soaked up into them. I saw the people I was with swell up with the liquid and they began to vomit the stuff. It gushed from every oriface. They looked morbidly obese and began to swell more and more until they finally exploded. At this point in the dream, I was probably so scared that I woke up, because that’s all I can remember