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Post by Jens Dietrich on Jan 8, 2005 20:54:15 GMT -8
Post your strange dreams here.
Here's one from last night.
I had a dream in which chickens, as they existed, no longer did so (existed), and so, little sentient bits of the chicken-products we ate had to be raised to a fit size, and then eaten.
I was a counselor at a camp at which said chicken parts were raised.
I took them to a mall where Elvira had an arcade, and all I wanted to do was play the Simpsons' Arcade Game, but there was a smeggin' pedulous axe swinging back and forth across it, so I had to play it in intervals of the six seconds it took for the thing to swing back at me.
Then Elvira tried to seduce me by baking and selling me chocolate chip cookies and warm milk, and then she egged me on to try and "pick up" a girl named Mandy, who looked like an early-teenage version of Tara Reid.
Then the bits and I left the arcade, and we had to float away on a canoe down a river, and I fell in the water and had a lot of trouble getting myself back up, but I eventually did.
After that, I led the bits to a waterfall area, where 5'8" basket-ball playing brunette high-school hotties screamed "F*ck you" at me from a yacht. I took the bits under the waterfall and they all perished. I survived and drifted downstream, but I couldn't figure out the mechanism that would lead me back to where the main camp was. So I nearly drowned.
Nearly.
But I woke up.
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Post by pmrsim on Jan 9, 2005 4:39:38 GMT -8
I woke up this morning thinking "I just had the weirdest dream. I dreamt of Aki and the Phantoms from Final Fantasy dancing to Michael Jackson's thriller." Then I realized it wasn't a dream... it's a feature on the DVD I had been watching before I went to bed. D'oh!
I did dream about the Alien film set. And that the guy who played the original Alien, was now no longer wearing the suit but had adapted some Alien characteristics and was killing the rest of the crew.
Also dreamt of a boy coughing up blood; and of a pretty girl doing some filing work. No idea where that fits in though.
pete.
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Emily
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Post by Emily on Jan 28, 2005 13:39:11 GMT -8
Honestly, I have no recollection of what I dreamt last night, but apparently I woke my roommate up shouting, "It was Angela, and the alien! They went in the room, the room with the old man. You know, the old man, the old man with the disfigured face?! You know?!" And then I continued mumbling and babbling.... Ok, so maybe it's just funny to me, but it does sound like a freaky dream, and I think I'm glad that I don't remember it. I talk in my sleep a lot. ~Emily~
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Post by Jens Dietrich on Jan 28, 2005 13:41:23 GMT -8
I woke my roommate up shouting, "It was Angela, and the alien! They went in the room, the room with the old man. You know, the old man, the old man with the disfigured face?! You know?!" Sounds like the twist ending of an M. Night Shyamalan film. Are you sure you aren't psychic?
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Mac Styran
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Post by Mac Styran on Feb 1, 2005 9:10:57 GMT -8
Did you ever notice that people suddenly change in dreams, but you just don't care / realize that?
I mean, you talk to your aunt and suddenly it's Steven Spielberg, but the conversation continues and you just play along.
Weird.
Very weird.
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Post by Jens Dietrich on Feb 1, 2005 9:58:17 GMT -8
I mean, you talk to your aunt and suddenly it's Steven Spielberg, but the conversation continues and you just play along. Actually, that happened to me in real life.
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Mac Styran
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Post by Mac Styran on Feb 1, 2005 11:25:37 GMT -8
Actually, that happened to me in real life. Must be unnerving for your uncle.
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Post by Olivier on Feb 4, 2005 14:56:30 GMT -8
Did you ever notice that people suddenly change in dreams, but you just don't care / realize that? I mean, you talk to your aunt and suddenly it's Steven Spielberg, but the conversation continues and you just play along. Weird. Very weird. That's a veeeeeeeery odd thing. Or places you know that look completely different or suddenly change, like a garden where there was a street a moment before.
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Post by Jens Dietrich on Feb 10, 2005 3:37:10 GMT -8
Here's another one:
It's night. I'm walking by a two-story office/industrial building, the kind that is filled with lots of small buisinesses, each renting out a small space. Here and there, lights are on. A few lone people working late hours.
For some reason I start wondering what it would be like to be working in a place like that late on Hallowe'en and getting trick-or-treaters. I imagine a stupid movie scenario in which trick-or-treaters are used to distract a security guard...
And I am a security guard. I am in a high-tech command station. It is about 3/4 of a circle in shape, open in the back to two walkways that lead off at a right angle to each other. I'm looking down into some sort of area that needs to be guarded, I guess. It is on the far side of the building from where I'd been walking.
Suddenly, trick-or-treaters come in from the walkway and start shouting for candy. I look at them in surprise, then remember that it's probably a trick, and turn back to scan the security area. Sure enough, people dressed all in black are trying to sneak in. I lean out the window and start shouting "Security!". Floodlights are turned on and a siren sounds. There is general hubub.
I turn around. The command station is now just a big rounded corner in the wide walkway that goes all the way around the industrial building, serving the upper floor. Fighting is going on all over the place. The bad guys are all dressed like commandos, and the good guys look like human-sized brightly-colored plastic toy robots, sort of a cross between transformers and power rangers.
One of the powerformers is trying to get my attention. It has noticed that I have no weapons so it launches some sort of missile that lands in front of me as a big duffel bag, containing a bazooka and a bunch of whataver the little rocket thingies a bazooka shoots are called. I wave my thanks and grab the bazooka.
Suddenly, I am down in the yard, but instead of a heavily-armed security guard, I have turned into a giant yellow plastic T-Rex type of thing. I am fighting a giant dirty-green sock-puppet dinosaur. We seem to be pretty evenly matched. There is also a giant-sized powerformer getting its ass kicked by a giant human-shaped sock-puppet.
Now I'm not the yellow T-Rex any more. I'm watching as it struggles with the green dino. The yellow T-Rex is standing behind the green dino and holding it. Somehow, the green dino tilts its head so far back that its mouth reaches over the yellow T-Rex's head and bites it on the neck, then uses that grip to flip itself over the yellow T-Rex and get behind it. But the giant powerformer is doing far worse, so I decide to help it. I am still giant sized. In fact I'm far larger than any of the fighting things. I grab the giant human sock puppet and pull off one of its arms. Then I sadistically pull off one of its legs too.
And I wake up.
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