Thread: DCs Say the Darndest Things

I was falling from the sky in the dream. Before I hit the ground I saw someone that in real life, did not like me very much. She moved out of the way and I land with a thud. She then told me that she didn't want to catch a bug?

In a non-lucid, I said to myself, "Time to brush my teeth!" and reached in my mouth, removing all of my teeth as a set including my lower jaw. Then I grabbed a toothbrush and brushed my teeth, thinking about how much more convenient it was when my cheeks weren't in the way. Next, I turned to a random orthodontist who was standing there in the bathroom. "Does this look normal to you?" I asked, pointing to the set of teeth in my hands.

The orthodontist shook his head sadly. "You're going to need braces again..."

We’re protesting with a bunch of people for some reason I don’t remember, when a guy stands in the middle of the group with a microphone, and asks us to shout it loud the Spanish translation of “The people united will never be defeated!”. I fail to shout together with the other guys, for some reason I wasn’t able to remember the words. The guy notices it and asks the group to practice in groups, “first the ladies” he says, all girls yell the words with no problem, then a Quechua speaking kid who is clearly alone in the group is asked to scream alone. He shouts some unintelligible words that apparently were supposed to be Quechua. Everybody “Yeah! That’s it!” The microphone guy asks him to do it again, more scratch words that the rest of the people celebrate like he was doing his best.
Woke up after that to realize my alarm clock was off

I found myself standing in line, in the dream. People that were there were mostly people who had negative vibes. I guess, at that moment, I felt negative about myself?
I turn to the girl behind me, she had long dark hair with white streaks in it. One of those people that you probably don't wanna get angry with. She had dark makeup and an almost punk vibe to her.
She then told me that she was going to suck my soul out of my body. Moments passed when I didn't say anything to her. Then I asked, "Great! Does insurance come with that?"
People just stared at me in the line.

Oh, dream characters so beautifully weird. They sang this: "Are you stupid, are you slow, why are you watching that fucking show? Dance on the fence. No party pants. Uh! You never make sense. Water the plants. And don't forget to dance."

My reaction: Huh?? Ummm... *Crickets in the background*

Great, this classic thread still exists. It's been ages since I last logged in, but I'm going through some dream journals and cataloguing worthy dreams. I've just finished one in which someone called someone else a "greaser onion party farter." What does that mean? Who knows?

I had a dream about being in these big rooms. Breckin Meyer was there on a really big bed. He had the body of a Seal and half-human. I recall that he was screaming and crying, "Don't look at me! I'm a Dolphin! I'm a Dolphin!! Ahhhhh!! *bawling*
I tried calming him down, "Okay! Okay!! I won't look!"
He took the covers that were on the bed and threw them over himself and cried as if he was ashamed of being different.

From last night:
Dragon (indicating a weird dead tree we'd just flown past): "That's the Knob Tree."

Me: "The what? Uh, that sounds kind of..."

Dragon: "What?"

Me: "Never mind."

Dragon: "It's called that because of all the doorknobs."

Me: "Oh right. Of course."
(I looked closer and the tree's hollow had a pile of doorknobs.)

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And this one from a few nights ago:
A small black blob that was a "spirit" had just finished doing a literal song and dance. Cut scene to a little girl waking up screaming. "Ah! There was a spider under my pillow!"

Older brother: "So?"

little girl: "You don't understand. This was no ordinary spider. This spider... was jazzy!"

It seems to me that, dream characters, being largely representative of the subconscious mind, can violate the rules of syntax and semantics as they wish. And yes, the things they say sometimes do violate common sense and sound dumb. But I would render them useless. Because they are unconstrained by the strick rules of the known world that we are so accustomed to, they can help us to think outside the box (our box) and something out together great ideas when we have creative blocks. Tholey has conducted some research on dream figures which I find fascinating.

I’m about to have sex with a woman, when she climbs on me. I’m getting pretty excited when she says: “Let my BH on, I’m keeping it for my girlfriend.” I go like, Oh! OK.

From my dream this morning:



Me: "Why am I fighting a beast!?

Ring Announcer (through the PA): "That's because you are a beast!". Beast being in a demonic, scary, rogue context; not a good person.

Me (quietly to Riku (dream guide) (KH series)): "The world is a stage, I swear".

Riku: "It is, and they'll keep you there until they get what they want".

Back on 9-28-2019 Naming Ants!

I had a dream about this little boy who was selling Ant-shape sugar cookies at Comic-Con. We were discussing the names he called the ants, John, Scott, and so on.
I remember this kid couldn't have been more than 5 who was selling the cookies. He had brown hair and these blue eyes.
At one point, I remember the kid had put actual Ants on the cookies. I was like are you going to eat the ants?
Then I asked him if I may name some ants? I'll name this Anthony and this Ant-Bert Einstein. The little kid looked up with these big eyes at me and realized who I was in the dream. Then I remember kneeling and giving him a hug, his mother took pictures and videos.

HERE: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hum...28-2019-87778/

Question (posed to some female being whose race ate humans): "What do we taste like to you?"
Answer: "Mint"

I remember listening to people in a coffee shop, just spacing out, and all of the noise sounded like Paratopic radio chatter. Like, exactly.

Don't really know if it's cool to put videos here, but just as an example:

I don't remember the entire context but this is from a dream journal entry:

She said sarcastically “it’s probably a nit, hail, and corn chips.” Sure enough, three ziplock bags, the first containing one nit, the second and third containing hail and corn chips. This amused me. But the guy said, “no, it wasn’t meant to be a nit, it’s meant to be knit, knitting,” so we open the bag again, and sure enough now it’s wool and needles. This amused me even more!