I had a dream recently in which the TV was interrupted for a special news bulletin announcing that Pick Withers of Dire Straits had been voted the greatest rock drummer of all time. 
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wierd dreams
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I had a dream a couple of nights ago where I was playing some old school video game on my computer (sort of like Space Invaders). I couldn't figure out what the objective of the game was, so every move I made resulted in more "lives" being lost. When I finally lost the game, I heard a deep voice from behind me say "This is the end of time". My suroundings faded to black and I woke up.
I think you should not eat chili and watch prOn before bed anymore.
and also, blech.
lol the thing is, there was no pre-gaming on chili or porn involved to instigate either one of the happenings
I gave birth to a horse, all my family was gathered round and there was midwife.....I'm a guy btw, guess where it came out of.
So did you poop the bed?
I have frequently recurring dreams where I am forced back into the military, even though I'm past maximum age and out of shape. Sometimes they take into consideration that I've been a medic for most of the last two decades and I go in as a medic. Sometimes they just read that I was originally an electronics technician, even though I haven't done that since the early '90's, and make me go back in as an electronics technician. The really vreepy ones are where they notice that I was a field medic and send me out into the field with a marine unit as their coepsman, even though I can't keep up anymore.
I don't like those dreams, but I have one nearly every month.
I had a dream a couple of nights ago where I was playing some old school video game on my computer (sort of like Space Invaders). I couldn't figure out what the objective of the game was, so every move I made resulted in more "lives" being lost. When I finally lost the game, I heard a deep voice from behind me say "This is the end of time". My suroundings faded to black and I woke up.
I had a dream very similar to that a few months ago where my failure to complete some trivial task resulted in me "breaking" the flow of time in the universe so that there was no more future. The weird part was that I woke up from this dream about 3 AM and I couldn't shake this sinking feeling that I was responsible for actually f****** up the whole universe, but I couldn't get back to sleep either. I just sat in bed staring paranoid at the ceiling until it was time to get up and go to work (no, I don't take drugs).
I dream about surf breaks that may or may not exist. I sometimes dream I'm falling. It's a myth by the way about the dying in your sleep if you land. I land all the time. I'm still here.
I had a dream today that involved my girlfriend from high school joining the Army ROTC at my school as a calvary women. Their uniforms looks suspiciously like boy scout uniforms and the school looked like the mall of America. I confronted her after buying a South Pole parka from EB games and got into a big argument with her and her boyfriend, who happened to be a guy from my history class. I got into a fight with him and then he turned into a crab. I deep fried him and ate him.
I woke up wondering what the hell happened in my childhood to spark something as bizarre as that.
I woke up wondering what the hell happened in my childhood to spark something as bizarre as that.
After not dreaming at all since august...
I get two in one night.
In the first, I'm sitting on the kitchen counter above the dishwasher. There's a noose of some sort around my neck, and one of my parents holds a small handgun against my temple. They fire once, and I feel a very small bullet go about halfway through my brain. I'm not dead, or even short of breath, so they fire three more times. Again, I feel the bullets penetrate my brain, though it doesn't really hurt. After a few minutes of sitting there, my dad says "okay, that failed", and the untie the noose and drive me to the hospital. While trying to find the unit that takes bullets out of skulls, I get separated from my parents, and wake up after spending a while searching on my own.
After thinking "okay, that was supremely weird", I fell asleep again, and found myself riding a bus home. I got off, and was halfway across an overpass when I noticed a big PDA on the ground. It looked rather cartoonish, so I picked it up, with the intent of calling "home" on it, so I could get it back to the owner. I walked all the way home (it fit with the area I live in, without missing a single detail), and as I was in the last hundred meters or so, I heard loud bangs getting closer. I look behind me, and two men in beige trenchcoats come around a corner. I immediately know that they are the source of the sounds, which are gunshots. I run home, following a zig-zag pattern. I hear one say that there's no point shooting, because I'm too far away. I wake up when I'm in my house, and they're at the back gate.
freud would think that I'm really screwed up...
I get two in one night.
In the first, I'm sitting on the kitchen counter above the dishwasher. There's a noose of some sort around my neck, and one of my parents holds a small handgun against my temple. They fire once, and I feel a very small bullet go about halfway through my brain. I'm not dead, or even short of breath, so they fire three more times. Again, I feel the bullets penetrate my brain, though it doesn't really hurt. After a few minutes of sitting there, my dad says "okay, that failed", and the untie the noose and drive me to the hospital. While trying to find the unit that takes bullets out of skulls, I get separated from my parents, and wake up after spending a while searching on my own.
After thinking "okay, that was supremely weird", I fell asleep again, and found myself riding a bus home. I got off, and was halfway across an overpass when I noticed a big PDA on the ground. It looked rather cartoonish, so I picked it up, with the intent of calling "home" on it, so I could get it back to the owner. I walked all the way home (it fit with the area I live in, without missing a single detail), and as I was in the last hundred meters or so, I heard loud bangs getting closer. I look behind me, and two men in beige trenchcoats come around a corner. I immediately know that they are the source of the sounds, which are gunshots. I run home, following a zig-zag pattern. I hear one say that there's no point shooting, because I'm too far away. I wake up when I'm in my house, and they're at the back gate.
freud would think that I'm really screwed up...
I had a dream where I woke up and started walking towards an apartment complex, as soon as I enter I am at a Insane Clown Posse Concert in which they haven't started yet. I stay for the opening band which was a very good metal band, but I cannot remember how they sounded just that they were good. They said it would take ICP forever to get ready so I left. I went to KFC and on the menu was a Beef stir-fry in a wrap the only item too. It was packed and I had to wait for an hour to order. I had finally got it and sat down and was about to try it when my alarm clock rang.
Zombies... I have a zombie dream at least once a month. Just remember to shoot em in the head and you should be all right.
Freud would say that you have an Oedipus complex, and your father doesn't like you hitting on his wife.
i used to have two wierd dreams when i was a kid, probably bording on nightmares because i had them so much (probably lets you know how F'ed up i am as an individual)
1) i'd be running through like a field, and Indians (American Indians i guess is the PC term now correct?) were chasing me on 4 wheelers (and one possible 3 wheeler). so i'm running from the'se AI's on ATVs waving there tomahawks in the air doing their loudest battle roars at me. so i run up and climb the one tree in the field and they just start circling the tree and continue with the battle roars. usually i'd either wake up when one finally threw their tomahawk (sp?) at me or i'd just wake up.
2) i don't remember this one quite as well, but it was at like a garage sale in almost a warehouse of a garage. the garage was detached from the house (which i'm pretty sure was the seaver's house from "Growing Pains"...and i'm pretty sure all the Seaver's were there. but anyways, i was just walking around and all of a sudden i see this one eyed little creature run from under one place to another. then i end up finding more and they basically try and kill me and it turns into this whole little adventure, that's basically all i remember from that one. Except i remember stabbing the one eyed creature inthe eye with a stick i found.
last night i actually had a wierd dream. so it starts off at a Vegas brothel. i go down to this room and this smoking hot chick comes down. she's like you want me or another girl. i'm like i'm cool with you, blah blah, next thing i know the dream goes black, then a price list comes up apparentilly listing all the stuff she'd done and it comes out to like almost 10,000 (which is rediculously high btw) so in my dream i'm like "what the F" right, then i start wondering if it was actually a dream or real and got worried about having to blow alot of the money i made on my deployment on sex that i don't even remember having. that was probably the worst and scariest dream i've had in a while.
1) i'd be running through like a field, and Indians (American Indians i guess is the PC term now correct?) were chasing me on 4 wheelers (and one possible 3 wheeler). so i'm running from the'se AI's on ATVs waving there tomahawks in the air doing their loudest battle roars at me. so i run up and climb the one tree in the field and they just start circling the tree and continue with the battle roars. usually i'd either wake up when one finally threw their tomahawk (sp?) at me or i'd just wake up.
2) i don't remember this one quite as well, but it was at like a garage sale in almost a warehouse of a garage. the garage was detached from the house (which i'm pretty sure was the seaver's house from "Growing Pains"...and i'm pretty sure all the Seaver's were there. but anyways, i was just walking around and all of a sudden i see this one eyed little creature run from under one place to another. then i end up finding more and they basically try and kill me and it turns into this whole little adventure, that's basically all i remember from that one. Except i remember stabbing the one eyed creature inthe eye with a stick i found.
last night i actually had a wierd dream. so it starts off at a Vegas brothel. i go down to this room and this smoking hot chick comes down. she's like you want me or another girl. i'm like i'm cool with you, blah blah, next thing i know the dream goes black, then a price list comes up apparentilly listing all the stuff she'd done and it comes out to like almost 10,000 (which is rediculously high btw) so in my dream i'm like "what the F" right, then i start wondering if it was actually a dream or real and got worried about having to blow alot of the money i made on my deployment on sex that i don't even remember having. that was probably the worst and scariest dream i've had in a while.
My most frequent recurring dream currently is STILL the one where I'm made to go back into the Navy. I'm forty-four years old and fairly desperately out of shape, so even if for some bizarre reason they wanted me, I'm pretty sure they'd check me otu and not want me. But in dreams they keep showing up at the house and telling me I owe them another two (or four, or however many) years and snatching me away right then without even letting me go back inside the house and tell my family.
This last one, I remember checking things out tactally in my rack, feeling the sheets and edge of the matress to prove whether it was real or a dream. The problem is that I was actually laying on a mattress with sheets and an edge, too. So everything I did that made me think "Holy $#!+ ! This is real !" was real, even though it was happening in a dream, as well.
Pretty messed up.
And for those of you who want to point out how irrational my dream is, and say that the military doesn'r shanghai people back in to the service unwillingly, long after they've completed their service, I submit to you my father in law, who went in to the National Guard as a Private, got out as a Captain, and nine years later was told he owed the Army two more years and he was coming with the MP's right that minute, much the way that keeps happening to me in my dream.
This last one, I remember checking things out tactally in my rack, feeling the sheets and edge of the matress to prove whether it was real or a dream. The problem is that I was actually laying on a mattress with sheets and an edge, too. So everything I did that made me think "Holy $#!+ ! This is real !" was real, even though it was happening in a dream, as well.
Pretty messed up.
And for those of you who want to point out how irrational my dream is, and say that the military doesn'r shanghai people back in to the service unwillingly, long after they've completed their service, I submit to you my father in law, who went in to the National Guard as a Private, got out as a Captain, and nine years later was told he owed the Army two more years and he was coming with the MP's right that minute, much the way that keeps happening to me in my dream.
I've had bizarre dreams lately. One was I was being chased by these epopel who wanted me to do heroin, and then there was a fight heroin needles, and I stabbed myself, and everything began moving in slow motion. the other was very violent. I don't remember much, just that it was violent.
And then there was the one with the six foot tall black human shapes with round red eyes.
I also once dreamed that I got a vintage SVT for $25 dollars.
And then there was the one with the six foot tall black human shapes with round red eyes.
I also once dreamed that I got a vintage SVT for $25 dollars.
sounds like a black guy...
There were no discernible features, just humanoid shapes with red eyes.And they were chasing me down a street, and it was scary.
did you get it from the black guy you dreamt about?
No. I got it from someone who fixes amps here locally [in the dream].
oh, i guess i overlooked the red eye part...unless you didn't original say he had red eyes...it makes a difference.
I had a wierd dream last night where I realized that I was dreaming and that I was dreaming in color so I asked someone else in my dream whether they dreamed in color too.
- Dave
Are you sure you werent just tripping on shrooms?
My friend once talked to a bear that was carved out of a tree trunk, full on conversation. And I once asked a picture of Kurt Cobain why he was so sad...
