Thread: Kraftwerks Dreamworld Adventures

AND BUT SO, 98 YEARS LATER:

the narration for that last dream was awesome, kraft

Wow, awesome dream! The part where your body disappeared sounds like a very interesting experience.

Originally Posted by cygnus

AND BUT SO, 98 YEARS LATER:

the narration for that last dream was awesome, kraft

Why thanks cyg! I stuck it in the dream gallery because I thought it was interesting. Maybe in some paralel dimension, my dreams are all hit movies.

Originally Posted by Hidden

Wow, awesome dream! The part where your body disappeared sounds like a very interesting experience.

It was very interesting. Oddly enough I had attempted a nap wild the other day where I completely lost all of my senses (Although I could regain them by focusing on them. I.E. I wonder if theres anything I'm hearing, then I could hear it or "I wonder if theres anything in the air I can smell" and I could smell whatever was there. I could feel my heart beating really hard if I focused) Sadly I didn't get to wild.

Originally Posted by Kraftwerk

Dear Reader. The following dream is probably the longest and most complex I've ever had barring the life dream. Please forgive me If I can't write it out properly.
And now for a Stephen Strutmeyer Film....
I hear a loud noise. Like that of a clock tick. TICK TOCK. I open the door to a house and walk inside TICK TOCK. I reality check. The ticking gets faster, and faster and faster, until it stops. I look around, and realize I'm not in my own house. I step outside. I am on my street. I think through all the dream goals I have, enjoying how extremely vivid it is. It is night, and day, at the same time. Am I even gonna ask? The first dream goal that comes to mind is that of super-speed. I sprint down the street, running faster than 'Flash'. I enjoy this sensation, but realize my street is much to long. I stop running, and see I'm almost to the end of it. I look around for something else fun to do, and see a car. I pick the car up, noting how heavy, yet how light, it is in my arms. I throw it at a house, and I can see a DC sitting inside, looking alarmed that a car just crashed through her window. I don't really care. I hear a faint ticking again, and walk back to the house. I go to the back yard, and decide I'd like to try teleporting. I decide on france, close my eyes, and visualize the effeil tower. I snap my fingers three times and jump, and when I open my eyes, I am not in France. I'm not even in my own body. MY BODY... Is gone. I don't have a body, I am a single point of consiousness, witnessing something I can't even think to describe. The best words I have for it, is a wheel raping a complex contraption. Everything goes black, and the words "98 Years later" Appear in white. I open my eyes (because it was black I assumed they were closed) and see a similar, yet more disturbing scene. It scares me, and disturbs me deeply, yet I'm not sure what I should do. Then everything goes black and the word "Meanwhile" comes up. I open my eyes, and my body is back. I'm standing on a street corner. I watch as a giant monster terrorizes the DCs. The monster is comprised of thousands of tentacle like fingers, with two legs, and two arms. The rest of him is just writhing fingers. He stops in his path, looks at me, and then turns to the wall he's facing, and makes an intricate shadow puppet display. It starts out as a bird flying, and morphs into a man being shot, and finally the monster attacking someone. I'm so amused with this I try it myself. I don't really think of what I want to do, so instead, I flip him off, and sure enough, two giant shadows of my hands appear on the wall. Suddenly, I hear a low voice. Like that voice you hear in the previews
"A film... That will change your life" I freak out and wonder where the voice is coming from. I can't find it. I search around, and run to where the thing was. He is there no longer.
"I film, that took 7 minutes to record." I freak out some more and start running
"A FILM.. THAT IS NOT YOUR WILDEST DREAMS COME TRUE, BUT YOUR WILDEST DREAMS." I freak out EVEN more and run EVEN faster.
"A STEPHEN STRUTMEYER FILM...." I stop, close my eyes, and hear a giant THUD.
"The dreams of.... KRAFTWERK" (But not kraftwerk, my real first name.) Everything goes white here, and suddenly text pops up on the whiteness (In black of course.) The text reads "Have you ever wanted to learn how to make a movie? NOW YOU CAN, FOR A LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW, LOW PRICE OF 19.95. The course is easy, and takes a whole 7.57 SECONDS! Order now!"
There is an abrupt scene change and I lose lucidity. I am suddenly back in that room. A girl I know runs in "KRAFTWERK. We have to go. SIXFLAGS CLOSES IN 10 MINUTES!!!"
I stare at her blankly, and remember all the dreams I've had about six flags. (What?...) I realize I am dreaming and follow her out the door. We come to some sort of party. Its a party where all of my friends was. I sensed it was a party I should be at. A voice, and a face, popped up in my minds eye.
"Kraftwerk... I have a job for you" He says
"You what?"
"Have a job for you. See that switch over there? Throw it. End the party." I run over to where the switch is, and flip off the lights. I run outside, and the man from my minds eye is standing right there.
"Good" He says "Now do it again!" I run in, and where the switch is, a big bulky jock is standing. He asks me if I'm going to flip this switch and I say no. I run outside the tent, and find power cords leading into it. I unplug all of them, and the dream goes black. I think I wake up, but its merely a false awakening. I want to go journal the amazing dream I've had, but I hear someone playing the piano down stairs. I check the time, and its 2:00 A.M. I run down, and see my dad playing the piano. I tell him to stop it, and go back upstairs. I start to journal down the dream, and wake up for realz, with the phrase "A stephen Strutmeyer Film" bouncing around in my mind.

COMMENTARY: First of all. I've never had a dream so vivid. I didn't even have to stabalize. Second: A lot a lot a lot of parts where left out. Why? You ask. Because I don't remember them. I did my best to bridge the parts I did remember, but I have a feelings you wouldn't want to read about anything else like machine on machine rape some more anyways. Third and last: In case you didn't catch it, the whole first part of the dream was a movie preview. A movie preview for my dreams. Now THAT is strange.

Wow man wow. This reminds me of a dream I had about a movie. Check it out. Just look for Einstein in my DJ.

I'm just gonna copy this one from the blog out of lazyness...

Vivid Dreams
Dreams are getting more intense lately. I'm not sure why. Last night I dreamed I was a hitman for the mob. I was going to kill someone, when I got stabbed in the stomach and woke up. When I woke up there was an intense pain in my stomach, like I was gonna throw up. I ran to the bathroom, but couldn't throw up as hard as I tried. I curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor waiting for the pain to subside but it didn't I crawled back to my bed and pulled some sheets over me. It took my three more hours to get to sleep.

Thats not all though. My recall has gotten insanely better. I remember some dreams like I remember 10 minutes ago. Sometimes I wish I didn't.

No recall last night. I'm feeling lucky tonight. Maybe even lucid-lucky

Wow, that dream sounds super, super intense! o.0

Originally Posted by Kraftwerk

I'm just gonna copy this one from the blog out of lazyness...

Vivid Dreams
Dreams are getting more intense lately. I'm not sure why. Last night I dreamed I was a hitman for the mob. I was going to kill someone, when I got stabbed in the stomach and woke up. When I woke up there was an intense pain in my stomach, like I was gonna throw up. I ran to the bathroom, but couldn't throw up as hard as I tried. I curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor waiting for the pain to subside but it didn't I crawled back to my bed and pulled some sheets over me. It took my three more hours to get to sleep.

Thats not all though. My recall has gotten insanely better. I remember some dreams like I remember 10 minutes ago. Sometimes I wish I didn't.

So did you have the pain because of the dream, or the dream because of the pain?

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

So did you have the pain because of the dream, or the dream because of the pain?

Pain from the dream. It carried over into the waking life. Strange.

Dark Lucid Maze
Part of this dream I'd prefer not to describe public-ally, so I'll just leave blank space where that was.

I was in a weird dark maze of some sort. I was also aware I was dreaming, but only vaguely. The walls of the maze were big pieces of fabric on metal hooks. I was running through the maze, looking for something. I saw several DCs, who looked like they were high. I ignored them and kept running. I tripped. I heard the words "Meanwhile in Gabrielles Dream" (Gabrielle is a friend of mine) and the scene changed breifly. Her dream consisted of several finding nemo style fish all swimming around and singing. I've yet to hear from her on what she actually dreamed about. I come back to the maze and keep running.
Thus ends the part of the dream I'd like to describe.
Then I wake up.