Topic: The dream thread

[Altara]

Wasn't super active on XF but I'm having a lot of dreams suddenly.

well the timer is going off, my chocolate quiche is done so I'll post my dream later.  Here's a bookmark.  haha

[Hippie]

Oooh, I frequently have incredibly vivid dreams, and often times they're pretty fuckered up. I could have a field day with this thread.

Let's see... two nights ago, I dreamed that my Uncle Ray had AIDS. In fact, he was near death, and his family made him sleep on the porch in a laundry basket because they didn't want to "catch it". I recall some discussion that the disease was transmitted through a cat.

Last night I dreamed that I helped Bill Cosby pick out a gift for his wife. We ended up choosing a rather cheesy set of Native American statuettes for her.

... No, I don't know what my problem is.

[Majestrix]

I generally have wierd anxiety dreams in which I'm in a haunted house or I'm in a foreign country and everyone is lost. 

I don't know why the haunted house dreams makes me anxious, I'd like to visit a real haunted house.  I think it'd be neat.

[TeroWasHere]

I have huge, epic dreams involving fantastical landscapes and events, generally either focusing on the experience of these epic locations or intense violence and conflict against odds that can only be surmounted by the excercise of so much will that the rules of the dreamworld are violated and the unbeatable foe falls.

[Zahnnie]

My dreams are almost always epic in nature- either fantasy type stuff or super-spy.  I'm either an awesome hero smiting foes and saving ladies, or if I've been having depression type stuff, my powers fail at the last possible minute and I'm left all worthless and ashamed.

Dreaming is an awesome experience for me.

[S*S]

My dreams suck ass. I rarely remember them, when I do it's usually as faint impressions, they are always simplistic, often annoying, and occasionally a particular dream will nag me into half awakening for the last hour or so of my sleep, so I wake up exhausted. I think it's something to do with my ADD, but eh.

The dream I had the night before last- which admittedly was sort of cool, in a screwed up way, was that I was sleeping with this guys wife (Who was sort of old, but a total MILF), and at one point he came in and sort of looked at both of us, and I sort of looked back at him and was like "Well, what can I say... Im sympathetic to you, though", and then he just abruptly left. And then a couple people from Zetachannel came in at different points and sort of stared disapprovingly but for some reason we just ignored them and kept having sex.

At one point it became weird because it started recreating a porn video I watched a while ago, which required me/my avatar to become this hot blonde chick, and the woman I was sleeping with to become a vaguely defined guy. Then BFG came in and said something vaguely disapproving and we ignored her, and she left, and things switched seamlessly back to me having sex with the mature woman.

Oh, and I had this realllly involved dream a couple hours ago, that involved me working at Somerfields and my old boss from Ottakars and some psychofuck asshole obsessed with carrots (which I think I kept eating), and then switched to the perspective of me as some guy who was a cross between my character in a Marvel superhero game and Dr Manhattan (at least asthetically). He grew breasts too at one point, actually... Im not sure what the hell was going on, there...

In retrospect, Im not even sure that first dream wasn't last night, as well...

[SteelAngelJohn]

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was back in high school, but that I was fully grown, and so was everyone else around me. And I only recognised all the people I had awkward, unrequited crushes on. And I was asked to answer a question about the music of Jimi Hendrix and couldn't do it. And then everyone started laughing at me.

[MetaCortex]

There was this really annoying kid, and he wouldn't leave, and then he got all violent and even more annoying, so my sister and I called the cops, and when they got there, the annoying guy turned the story around so that it seemed like my sister and I were the annoying ones, but the cop saw through his lie, and the annoying guy had three butterfly knives, but I took away two, and handed them to my mom, but then she just put them on the counter and the guy grabbed them back, and when I told the cop about his illegal knives, the guy told the cop about all of the illegal stuff that I had, so the cop took all of my cool stuff, and this guy was just so drunk and annoying that I had to exercise EXTREME restraint to not freaking snapping the guys neck, but then I couldn't hold back anymore and I punched him in the face, and it wasn't that hard, but he acted like it was, and he fell to the ground and pretended to be unconscious, so the cop wanted to arrest me and that's when I ran away and my next dream started.

But right now I have to go get renter's insurance, and I'll tell you about the rest later.

[etphonehome]

I know I have dreams, but I can never remember them more than five minutes after I wake up. Maybe I should start keeping a notebook next to my bed so I can record my dreams for posterity.

[PeachFish]

I have a lot of dreams where I'm being chased but run super slow and I even think to myself in the dreammmm"Oh god, it's THAT dream again."

Last night I had a dream that I was trying to play in a band concert from my car and my whole face was covered in blue shimmery makeup. I don't know what that was about. Oh! and then Joe and I walked to my house because for some reason I left my sax in my bedroom and on the way there he told me he was leaving me because tomorrow he has to kill the president.

[007bistromath]

I used to have much more interesting dreams, but for the past few months to a year, all the ones I remember are about the same thing.

A person from my past who I was, at some point, in some context, sexually attracted to that I may have had a chance with, but who I did not articulate my desires to, (not always the same person) meets me again in some place they don't belong in real life. They know I want them, they want me, we're finally going to do it. But there's all sorts of interruptions, like people coming home at inopportune times. I usually wake up before there's even any nudity.

[Bunner]

I haven't had anything really wild recently, but apparently my brother had a bit of a reaction to the latest allergy medicine he tried, and had soem wierd dreams. If I remember his decription correctly, it involved my family attempting to smuggle me into Mexico, because I was wanted for something here in Canada. Something about ramming into a police cruiser with a car made out of Lego. Apparently I was quite unwilling to go.

That's right, damn the man! DAMN THE MAN! Long live the Lego monster-truck of DOOM!

[MetaCortex]

I used to have much more interesting dreams, but for the past few months to a year, all the ones I remember are about the same thing.

A person from my past who I was, at some point, in some context, sexually attracted to that I may have had a chance with, but who I did not articulate my desires to, (not always the same person) meets me again in some place they don't belong in real life. They know I want them, they want me, we're finally going to do it. But there's all sorts of interruptions, like people coming home at inopportune times. I usually wake up before there's even any nudity.

I have that one often, actually.

[Lady Malchav]

I have very vivid, almost movie-like dreams every night.  Most times, I can rememebr them for days afterwards.  I dont get nightmares often (anymore), but parts of my dreams can be scary or unsettling.  Sometimes, I want to see how the dream turns out so bad, I go back to sleep  to see the 'end' *^_^*

[BF Bonebreaker]

Generally I don't remember my dreams.  But many many times I have been in an unusual situation and gotten an uneasy feeling about it and realize that I had dreamt about it.

[007bistromath]

Sometimes, I want to see how the dream turns out so bad, I go back to sleep  to see the 'end' *^_^*

Yeah, I do that a lot, too. With these stupid not-sex-yet dreams, it never works. There's always yet another stupid reason. By the time things finally get started, I am invariably awake enough that it's just a masturbation fantasy rather than a dream. It sucks ass to just think of things rather than experiencing them. I often wish I could dream more often in general for that reason. I'd like to find a way to make myself remember more of my dreams. I'm missing a whole other life in there, and a lot of it is much cooler than the real thing.

[Ramsus]

So last night I had a dream that wasn't too bad, getting in my quota of at least one dream involving dead things per week.

It started out with this nasty plague that was killing lots of children, and there was one little girl who was immune to the plague, but she could see the ghosts of all of the children that had died in her house.  Her older sister, who also had died in the plague, came to the girl and told her that she needed to go and say goodbye to the dead childrens' parents to appease the spirits of the children.  So she starts doing that and things get better.

Fastforward about fifteen years, the girl that could see ghosts is now in her mid twenties, and can still see dead things.  She's driving down a city street late one night, when this group of six motorcyclists drive past her, she gets a funny feeling about them and whips her car around to find out who they are.  They whip their motorcycles around because they recognize something funny about her too.  So she's standing about 30 yards from the group of cyclists, and she asks who they are.  One of them replies "We are the six damned for all eternity."  As he says this their flesh rots, revealing them to be nasty rotted demon things, with powerful guns grafted into their arms.  They start taking shots at her, and she dodges around, until finally they hit her and all of the flesh explodes off of her, leaving a bloody skeleton that slumps over.  They laugh and ride away, the camera pans down revealing the girl hiding behind some rubble, the skeleton lying on top of her, it was just an illusion of some kind.  She gets in her car and follows them.

The scene cuts to two old men talking, one describing the night a strange man came and killed his son, and how he's vowed to take revenge one day.  Elsewhere in the house, the six demons show up and start killing people, one of them approaches the room that the two old men are in.  There is a window on the door, and a shade drawn over the window, but you can see the silouhette of the demon as it approaches the room.  The old man who was talking about his son sees the silouhette and wispers to the other man, "This is him, this is the one that killed my son!  Now I'll get him."  He opens the door, and the demon kills them both.  The girl shows up at this point, and enters a room next to the one that the two old men were in, and it turns out I'm in there too.  The demon comes into the room and walks up to kill me, but I grab his gun hand and throw him against the wall (rotted corpses don't weigh much), destroying him.

We move through the house killing the rest of the demons, and come up against a fifteen foot tall dead thing.  It's really lanky, like a scarecrow, we beat it up, and it's laying on the ground, we are about to finish it off when a man comes into the room and, talking to the scarecrow thing, says "Don't you want to tell her who you are?"  The scarecrow said that he didn't.  So the newcomer rips the scarecrow open, revealing that he's actually just a man in a suit, who we recognize as Cain(the son of Adam and Eve, plus he looks like Cain from Command and Conquer).  We let him go, because he's immortal, and there's nothing we can do to harm him.

Unfortunately, that's when I woke up.

[SteelAngelJohn]

I was in high school again. And I got into a really savage fight with a kid I don't know.I don't even really know why, but the kid had a lot of friends that I was worried about getting into it with too, but they left me alone after I kicked this kid's ass.

My English teacher tells me that basically I've failed her class because of it, and that bums me out; so I leave, and get stuck in this church-like building with a bunch of other kids that I'm not entirely comfortable with hanging around with - they're assholes, mostly. So I leave via a rooftop window, through the lady's toilets, where they are wandering around naked and don't care that a guy just walked through.

I walk past a big building on the street where I hear a couple arguing and it sounds like teh guy is beating up this woman, so as I walk away I call the police, telling them what's happening; I woke up just as the officer told me that my house was burning down.

[Lady Malchav]

Th eother day I had a dream that I was in some sort of correctional facility.  I was a teenager (though I am rarely an adult in my dreams) but I cant rememebr why I was there.  I had a bad attitude, and all the teachers/high ranking gaurds hated me.  I had the feeling they were going to kill me.  the headmistres had a remote controll-like device that killed you if she pointed at your forhead and pushed the right button.

Eventually, I got confined in the punishment room, and was waiting to be killed.  I made friendly with the guard (the lower class gaurds liked me cause I got away with shit), and eventually got him to open the window.  Then the headmistress came in, and brought my pregnant cellmate.  She put her to sleep, then butchered her and preformed a C-section, and gave the baby to some people who wanted to eat it.  She did it to punish me, even though she was just going to kill me next.

I ran to the window, and jumped out, climbed down the wall, then ran.  I ended up in a small town where this old guy helped me get on an airplane and get home to my mom, who didnt know where I had been.  Which leads me to believe I had been kidnapped or something.

Later in the dream, I was back in the prison, taking a test I hadnt studied for which would decide weather I would go free or die.  I ended up tricking another prisoner (who was a plant to get me to fail) into escaping with me.  He was going to kill me, but I stole his hovercraft and got away.

Then I woke up.

[S*S]

Sometimes, I want to see how the dream turns out so bad, I go back to sleep  to see the 'end' *^_^*

Yeah, I do that a lot, too. With these stupid not-sex-yet dreams, it never works. There's always yet another stupid reason. By the time things finally get started, I am invariably awake enough that it's just a masturbation fantasy rather than a dream. It sucks ass to just think of things rather than experiencing them. I often wish I could dream more often in general for that reason. I'd like to find a way to make myself remember more of my dreams. I'm missing a whole other life in there, and a lot of it is much cooler than the real thing.

I do that too!

It's not so bad, if you can get to the stage where you're kind of half-awake and the image of the dream is still fresh on your mind, you can have great masturbation visuals.