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Similar to Ophelia's dream with Oneironaut from one night before mine (Yesterday).
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Similar to Ophelia's dream with Oneironaut from one night before mine (Yesterday).
- Robert and me stealing furnature then getting busted
- then he dumps me
- then the one about the crustaceans and the baby cardinals
Aw dude, that's creepy - I just went to a furniture sale last night, an after hours by invite only sale for their "special" customers. Been looking for a couple nightstands for months now but I just can't find what I'm looking for! They had this one design that I liked, but it was a filing drawer for office use! So... now I'm curious, what kind of furniture were you stealing? :wtf:Quote:
Robert and me stealing furnature then getting busted [/b]
dude check this out: in the dream, Robert said we should go steal some furniture because he knew of a place (he got a tip) where there was midnight sale at a store only a few people knew about, so he thought we could sneak in there without people noticing or something. Heh, weird.Quote:
Originally posted by Tornado Joe
Aw dude, that's creepy - I just went to a furniture sale last night, an after hours by invite only sale for their "special" customers.
Anyway, what we tried to steal, then ended up having to buy, was a big black sofa and a matching coffee table. Since we already have a black leather sofa, we decided to donate them to Habitat for Humanity lolwtf
That's a load of crap!Quote:
Originally posted by OpheliaBlue
...we already have a black leather sofa, ...
eh...? :wtf:Quote:
Originally posted by sloth
That's a load of crap!
You know you don't have a couch.
I was kidnapped by this guy and he brought me to his house to live. I was given my own room with a typewriter (for writing letters to friends and family which had to be reviewed by him first before sending), and I was allowed to keep my cell phone, but I was to immediately phone everyone on my list and tell them that I had moved in with this guy of my own free will. I made all the phone calls like he said, but when I got my mom's voice mail on the phone, I wanted SO BAD to tell her what had happened, and I managed to say (without him noticing) that "I think I'm having trouble with this relationship" or something to that effect, but then I had to hang up. Then he left the room and as soon as the door was shut and locked I started typing a letter to Mitzie (haha), explaining EVERYTHING, in hopes that she could help. But half way through the letter I remembered that he would be reading it so there was no way it would get sent. So I trashed it.
Later I was let out for dinner, and when I got to the kitchen, there were several other women of all ages. The oldest looked to be in their late 40s or early 50s, and the youngest looked about 16. They explained that they were all his wives (except for the 16 year old), and that I was to be the next one. Fuck. Ok. I didn't see any children around, but I was curious about the 16 year old, and they said he had adopted her when she was a little girl, and once she turned 18, she'd be the next wife. I was so about to freak out when I heard that, but the looks on the wives' faces suggested that I should keep quiet for my own sake.
So then he came to join us for dinner, and a weird thing happened. He took a really long, sharp chef knife from the kitchen (looked almost like a sword), and he began what looked like a sort of "knighting" process on me. But instead of saying "By the blah blah Mary Sir Joseph I dub thee blah blah" he was saying crap like "Swear that that you will love me, that will kill for me, that you will die for me, that you will do whatever I say" and I was like "Ehhhh?!" But those ladies looked at me weird again and nodded at me like "You'd BETTER do what he says." So I said all those ridiculous things. HE HAD A KNIFE.
So I guess that meant we were married by whatever fuck religion he thought he was practicing. So then we all had our dinner, and before going to bed, I remember one of this older ladies saying something to the effect of "Well now that she'shere, we won't have to please him at night as much." l.a.w.l. Which means I had to that night. And it was actually pretty good, but 1/2 way through, my mom returned the call. He said I could answer it, and the first thing my mom said was "Are you alright, what's wrong?" He was listening, so I just said everything was fine. Then she asked about the message I left earlier, and I knew I couldn't say anything with him there, so I just said "Ok mom, thanks for calling," and I just hung up on her. Then we finished boinking. Oh and after ward, he said "Next time, we will NOT be using a condom." Errrr...k?
After some time went by, I actually started falling in love with the freak. I wanted to ask him if he was Mormon, or what his deal was, but I never did. Plus I pretty much knew the answer: his religion was nothing short of orthodoxed INSANITY. Me and the other wives would go out with him, and basically he would get into trouble at work, or at restaurants, and we would continuously bail him out, beat up his enemies, kill witnesses, you name it. And I actually felt kinda proud doing it. But every now and then the thing with the 16 year old really started to bother me. And she really hated me for some reason...jealousy I think. He kept telling her I was his favorite, and he wouldn't let me go out much because of it.
Then one day I was feeling really depressed about it and started saying he was evil. I was scared and thought he'd like, beat me up for saying it or something, but he just looked kinda sad. Then I went out into the garden and grabbed this really sharp rock and I told him that I was going to run away, then slice my arms up with the rock and kill myself. He just sat there, looking at me like he was gonna cry or something, so I just left. And he didn't follow me. So I RANNNNNNN. Once I started running though, I DID have the sensation that someone was following me, so I cut across to the nearest house that conveniently had it's front door unlocked, yet no one was there. I ran inside, and escaped out the back. Then I saw a restaurant and I went inside. I sat down with some nice people and we just kinda chilled, ate, drank, talked about nothing. I felt so calm, happy, at peace. Free.
Then one of the ladies I was talking to looked past me with an odd look, so I turned around, and there was the 16 year old. That MOTHER FUCKER sent her to get me back. It was like he knew I'd feel bad for her and want to come back for her sake. So I reluctantly left the nice people, and followed the girl home. And on the way, I remember thinking "Oh Christ he's gonna be mad." But at the same time, I was looking forward to my punishment sex. That's all I remember. :P
That's a freakin novel! Was this throughout the course of the night or just one long dream? I mean, a couple nights ago I had a long dream somewhat like that, but it was really made up of shorter dreams. I would wake up for a few seconds, then fall back to sleep and the characters and plot would sort of continue into the next dream. The process seemed to continue all night.Quote:
That's all I remember[/b]
I need to get back to journaling. :?
- the corn coming through the floor, and the dudes fixing the fence and the "love" rose bush's leaves dying, but the plant was still alive, but the new growth was all weird and red like those terraformations from War of the Worlds
it was one long dream without waking upQuote:
Originally posted by Tornado Joe
That's a freakin novel! Was this throughout the course of the night or just one long dream?
I know it seems like alot of time went by, but you know how in dreams you jump ahead alot, it's not like I could recall 72 hours of solid dream or anything
boy oh boy what a night...I knew I'd probably have a WILD because we woke up around 4am, so I had a pretty cool LD, but first was another Josh dream:
I was going to surprise visit him in Kentucky. I think he had pissed off the friends he was living with, so he found a room to rent in this beautiful art deco home owned by this sweet old couple. I rented a room in a house nearby that had a view of the house he was staying at (omg dream me is a stalker). Then the next morning, I got up early and went over, unannounced, and just popped in through the kitchen door without knocking (lol dream me is an ass too). I remember having only friendly, benevolent intentions though, and I guess that caused my subconscious to create the old couple in a nice mannered way as well. They just came up to me in the kitchen and said "Ohhhh, you must be here to see Josh...well I think he's still asleep giggle giggle." So the old man went to watch some TV and I helped Granny clean up the kitchen while we waited for Josh to wake up. At about 10am, I heard someone come down the stairs. I was anxious and nervous, so I just kinda froze and stared, as Josh made his way into the kitchen. He looked just how I remember (except his hair was still long)...dressed all in tan with shoulder length amber hair, he looked like a golden watercolor, breezing into the room. He didn't notice me at first, so I walked up to him and kinda winked at him, like "Surprise, teehee." He looked happy and shocked at the same time, but didn't say anything, so I went up to him to shake his hand (because I didn't want to impose a hug), and said "It's me, Lisa." He said "I know who you are, derrr." And he gave me a giant hug. His tan suede shirt smelled like sandalwood. And I noticed right before the hug, his eyes were really blue. But in real life they are dark brown. Why does my subconscious make every guy's eyes blue? Weird. Anyway, then the old man shouted from the living room "I guess sleeping beauty won't be going fishing with me, chuckle chuckle." And that's all I remember from that dream.
Then the WBTB and subsequent LD: I was in some house and went up stairs, and passed a room where some really hot blonde dude was at his computer. We made eye contact briefly, and I just continued down the hall. Next thing I knew I was slammed up against the wall from behind, and I felt a substantial boner being pressed against my ass. Then I went lucid. Awwwwww yeah.......HELL yeah...... Long story short, it was awesome, looooots of french kissing, and extremely excellent detail, yet ended up AGAIN with me waking up before capping. Oh well.... My sheets and blanket were happily humped lol.
But DAMN, he was the perfect DC / LD sex partner. I give him a 10.
strange Tornado Joe dream
We were somewhere making a pizza together. We even made the dough from scratch. Then we were in a bed just talking about relationships and stuff, and I remember saying "Joe, why do you have to be so fucking wonderful?" or something to that effect. It was like I had said it because it made it harder to resist him or something. I don't remember anything else from the dream, I woke up from it in the middle of the night because I'm getting a cold. :blue:
oh and one about Barbizzle the other day
Aww... I would have loved to have been a lucid fly on your dreamworld wall and listen in on THAT conversation. :)Quote:
Then we were in a bed just talking about relationships and stuff, and I remember saying "Joe, why do you have to be so fucking wonderful?" or something to that effect.[/b]
What, you don't remember me pulling out a pipe and beatin you with it after that?Quote:
I don't remember anything else from the dream[/b]
:chuckle:
threatening to kill that lady who was being mean to her son
dad was played by Bill Murray's brother, a la butcher from Scrooged
son played by the 2nd oldest brother from Malcolm in the Middle
mom by the mom from Cujo
I had mucho mucho anger in this dream
the one where I left Chris for 3 hours to go shopping while he was sleeping but I made an error
I dreamt that my left foot itched, right on that meaty part on the inside of the heal, and I just KNEW it was a parasitic worm (happened to my mom for real once). So I looked down at my foot, and I could see, just under a few thin layers of skin, a wiggly worm, about 1 inch long, and the width of yarn. It was moving around quite fast all along the underside of my foot, and it wasn't long before I figured out that the way it was moving so fast was by eating my foot dermis...so it was growing as it was going. So I started pounding my foot, trying to kill it through my skin, but it wasn't working. My mom was there, and she said I'll never get it that way. So I propped my foot up on the coffee table, and the worm gradually made its way back to the point where it had entered my foot, and poked its head out. It was coming out a little ways, so I asked my mom to help by pulling it out, then we could kill it. So she grabbed its little head and slowly pulled the whole fucker out in one piece (that felt ew). It was now about a foot long, and it was all fat and pink and segmented, like a giant earthworm. Then my mom handed me a skillet and I pounded it flat.
I woke up right after that and my foot itched.
Heh, I remember I had a dream where snakes, and bugs, and all these things were filling a hotel. Then, I saw a butterfly floating back in forth across my chest. It was perfectly level, just moving in one direction, and I knew that wasn't normal. I woke up just in case, and I somehow fell asleep with my arm across my chest. As a result, my chest was asleep. Yeah, it was a weird feeling, not quite as bad as having my stomach fall asleep, in public no less. Such a goofy feeling.
Yikes, what nightmares are made of! :eek:Quote:
Originally posted by OpheliaBlue
I dreamt that my left foot itched, right on that meaty part on the inside of the heal, and I just KNEW it was a parasitic worm (happened to my mom for real once). So I looked down at my foot, and I could see, just under a few thin layers of skin, a wiggly worm, about 1 inch long, and the width of yarn. It was moving around quite fast all along the underside of my foot, and it wasn't long before I figured out that the way it was moving so fast was by eating my foot dermis...so it was growing as it was going. So I started pounding my foot, trying to kill it through my skin, but it wasn't working. My mom was there, and she said I'll never get it that way. So I propped my foot up on the coffee table, and the worm gradually made its way back to the point where it had entered my foot, and poked its head out. It was coming out a little ways, so I asked my mom to help by pulling it out, then we could kill it. So she grabbed its little head and slowly pulled the whole fucker out in one piece (that felt ew). It was now about a foot long, and it was all fat and pink and segmented, like a giant earthworm. Then my mom handed me a skillet and I pounded it flat.
I woke up right after that and my foot itched.
Last night I dreamt that my mom, Robert, me and some dream character I'd never seen, were all shopping at Target for housewares. We wanted to redecorate the guestbedroom at her house or something. More importantly, let me tell you about this mystery dream character: he was about 19, a tall, dark Adonis. Nice lean, tan body, warm coffee eyes, dark thick curls that hung loosely over his eyes. He looked like he could be half Brazilian or something. He was wearing faded Mossimo jeans (note: Mossimo jeans are my favorite men's jeans because they make their asses look PERFECT), a t-shirt, and gray boxer-briefs (I know because I saw them later in the dream). I don't know who this guy was or why he was with us, I just knew that I wanted him. When Robert and mom were looking at crap, I pulled him into one of the aisles and told him that we were going to fuck when we got home. So we went to the pharmecy section of the store and bought a huge box of like 100 Trojans. I was looking for a smaller box but that was all they had. :P When we got home, my mom said "Oh shoot, I wanted to pick up some wall paper for the bathroom but I forgot. I thought green gingham would be nice." So I said "Robert, why don't you go with my mom, and I'll stay here with what's-his-name." I don't remember the guy's name heh. So as they were preparing to leave, the inner battle with my morals began:
"You are with Robert, and you are considering cheating on him. If you have sex with this guy, you will have cheated on Robert, which is wrong, and there is no way to rationalize it."
"But I'm really really really REALLY HORNY. I don't care, I'm still gonna do this guy."
" :roll: "
So they finally left, and the moment I heard the car pull out of the garage, we rushed down the hall toward the guest bedroom. He was right behind me, and he grabbed me, pressing his boner into my ass. I think that is probably the most I have been turned on in a dream that I can remember. I was already imagining how great it was going to feel with his tongue in my mouth, when I started thinking how much it would suck if my mom forgot something and came back in the house. Then she did lol. I had JUST started kissing the guy and undoing his jeans, so I stopped and ran into the TV room and sat down, trying to look like I had been watching TV this whole time, hoping the Adonis had enough sense to do the same. My mom came in saying she had forgotten her blah blah and when I looked at her, I could see she was looking quizzically at the Adonis, who was standing behind me, trying to pull up his pants. I caught a glimpse of his boxer briefs as he finally got his jeans up over them. I just shrugged and said "Teenage boys....always wearing their jeans so low that their underwear is hanging out lol." My mom just looked kinda blank, turned and left.
We started to get into it again, but I woke up, humping the sheets, and too horny to get back to sleep right away and have any chance of finishing the dream. :blue:
Can you believe my dream morals? My god....I remember too thinking about how yesterday I was telling Robert how he doesn't have to worry because I already had my mid-life crisis. You know, screwing guys who are younger than me and stuff. Then this dream lol. Oh well.
eh... that's called a "crisis"? Hate to ask but at what point does someone just decide that younger attractive members of the opposite sex (or same) no longer turn them on?Quote:
...because I already had my mid-life crisis. You know, screwing guys who are younger than me and stuff. [/b]
I think the "crisis" is allways there in everyone (see dream for proof) - it's just the way the person deals with it or controls it that makes the difference. You get your urges out in dreams - nothing wrong with that. You're lucky really, you get to enjoy and not have to feel the guilt of having performed certain actions in real life. Best of both worlds...literally. Real world: steady meaningful relationship. Dreamworld: anything goes with anyone at anytime.
annoying CT dream lawl
wow, lucid mania last night!
Robert and I woke up in real life in the middle of the night. Took me ages to fall back to sleep, but when I did, I had several short lucids. Don't remember all of them, but I'll cover the ones I do.
In the first one, I dreamt that I woke up, but the room looked funny somehow. So then I asked myself if I was dreaming, and I just knew i was. So I hopped out of bed (the dream Robert was still in bed asleep :P ) and ran to the front door. I remember thinking "This is a lucid dream...I don't know how long I'm gonna get, so I don't need to bother with door knobs!" And I just pushed the door to the ground. So then I thought about what I wanted to do. I tried to summon the Adonis from that last dream, but he didn't look right. I bonked him anyway.
Then I woke up in mid-bonk as usual (just as well, it wasn't really working anyway). It was still dark so I tried to go back to sleep and have another lucid. I fell asleep pretty quick, and dreamt that I woke up in bed again. I looked around but couldn't tell at first if I was dreaming. I thought, "What if I get out of bed but I really AM awake. That would be stupid." I got up anyway...it felt like a dream. But I was getting all tangled up in the bed sheets. Even as I got to the bedroom door, some of the sheets were still wrapped around my ankle and I had to shake them off my leg to get into the hall. This time I didn't even bother with even going to the door. I just pushed down a wall on the side of the house. There was a fence blocking my way, and I hadn't dream jumped or flew in a while, so I decided to jump it. I crouched down, then sprung up and cleared the fence. The sensation was really awesome so I just kept flying around our block. It was really quiet and pretty. Everything was sundappled and cool. I went skipping barefoot through the road, and I made a point to look at my feet to see if they were well represented. They looked real, even saw long shadows on the road. I thought about what I wanted to do, so I looked down the street and said "I'm gonna paint this town SPRING." So I began flying and zapping all the plants with my finger, making flowers everywhere. I was having trouble getting the wysteria to bloom, then I woke up again.
Other lucid fragments I remember were bonking another DC who was kinda stupid looking, but had an enormous schlong. I also remember losing lucidity a little on one dream, so I looked at my hands to try and save it. It was difficult to focus on them I remember, so I tried to do that middle finger trick with them and I woke up. The last lucid thing I remember is lying in bed, feeling like I was about to wake up but not wanting to. I could hear the dream Robert in the kitchen doing stuff, and I couldn't tell if the real one was in the kitchen or lying beside me. I wanted tio shout "MORE LUCIDITY" but I was afraid of waking the real Robert up if he WAS actually in bed asleep. I yelled it anyway, and the Robert in the kitchen said "What?!?!" and I said "Oh just forget it." Then I woke up for real and Robert was asleep in bed next to me. Stupid DC's lol.
had a dream that I somehow accidentally knocked over some of the hangers in this picture, then fixed them
http://members.shaw.ca/hieraco/other...therCat-05.jpg
that's all I remember
Hahahaha @ that picture. :rolllaugh:
another dave mckee and wife dream where he was quite mad and I was trying to apologize, even though I'm not supposed to, but finally getting to +I think+