Dreams

[ToiletDuck]

Necrophilia much?  :o

come on, i was dead too!

[cannedpeahes]

Lucid Dreaming by cheating.

1) Diphenhydramine (benadryl)
2) Alcohol (really, don't over do it.)
3) Really, try to not go to sleep- but don't fight too hard, if you're doing this right you might actually win, you just don't want to go to bed at the first sign of drowsiness, make Hypnos rally his troops first. 

In the morning, you won't remember the picture you started drawing, or the sandwich you made and forgot to eat, but you will remember drifting in and out of sleep several times having incredibly vivid dreams that you can exert some measure of control over, this is mostly because you won't be able to distinguish between waking up thinking about the dream and actually dreaming. 

After thinking about who actually reads the boards.  Don't be a dumbass, don't try this.  Don't go "I'm gonna take a dozen pills and half a bottle of scotch and have trippy dreams man!" No, you'll pass out and throw up or you'll end up in the ER with tachycardia and disorientation, or both.  Small steps.

C'mon, that's a Friday for me, man. Do me one better.

[Budr]

Best dream ever last night. I was in a Hammer horror film but it was a Tarantino remake, so kept a load of the old school sensibilities but kinda remixed with a more modern flavour. Mostly just me running around this big compound catching Gman-esque glimpses of Christopher Lee's Dracula but then at the end I was in this real cheesy porn scene with Rosario Dawson. She had this massive 70s bush and there was an Olympian level of cunnilingus involved, with Tarantino shouting out encouragement in the background. Good times indeed.

[Eightball]

Necro'd since it beats making a new thread.

Strange dream last night. I dreamt that for some reason I was going to visit Ribozyme (why, I have no idea; maybe I subconsciously wanted to bang him). I was driving down to where he lived, in "Brookview, IL" (which is kind of interesting. I'm pretty sure my brain was thinking of the location "Northbrook, IL", where a package of mine is currently waiting, as that was the direction I was driving in). I remember it as a partly cloudy winter day, and I can pretty vividly remember the roads being heavily salted. I got to his house and parked at the side of the road. I was walking up to his house, which was white with a grey roof, and as I did so we started communicating some fucking how, like we were having a conversation telepathically. He was acting like some sort of mycophobe and warned that I not get any grease on him. I had to walk up around the porch to get into the house. It gets a little bit weirder here. He let me into the house, and I was met with the sight of someone incredibly short and skinny, like maybe 4 feet tall (I also perceived this sort of vague femininity, I guess I really did subconsciously want to bang him). To make things stranger, he was wearing a white hooded robe, pretty much exactly like this, except with more black stripes. It was worn so that his face was completely obscured (which make sense, because I don't actually know what Ribo looks like--I guess it was some sort of compromisory mechanism). I recall a christmas tree still being in his house, and we went downstairs to where his computer was. Pretty much the whole time he's facing away and scarcely talking. I later get the idea to call Caff up since he supposedly works nearby this location. Things start to get fuzzy here, but I remember him coming down the stairs while I was sitting in this gaming chair and Ribo's on TF2, and that's when the dream ends.

I know the details seem kind of arbitrary and dull, but I'm trying to write down everything I can remember. This is the first dream I've had that I can remember since the time I woke up with sleep paralysis 5 years ago. And so the most interesting dream I can remember so far involves me meeting with internet friends and other internet friends. I guess I need more of a life.

[Benito Mussolini]

Necro'd since it beats making a new thread.

Strange dream last night. I dreamt that for some reason I was going to visit Ribozyme (why, I have no idea; maybe I subconsciously wanted to bang him). I was driving down to where he lived, in "Brookview, IL" (which is kind of interesting. I'm pretty sure my brain was thinking of the location "Northbrook, IL", where a package of mine is currently waiting, as that was the direction I was driving in). I remember it as a partly cloudy winter day, and I can pretty vividly remember the roads being heavily salted. I got to his house and parked at the side of the road. I was walking up to his house, which was white with a grey roof, and as I did so we started communicating some fucking how, like we were having a conversation telepathically. He was acting like some sort of mycophobe and warned that I not get any grease on him. I had to walk up around the porch to get into the house. It gets a little bit weirder here. He let me into the house, and I was met with the sight of someone incredibly short and skinny, like maybe 4 feet tall (I also perceived this sort of vague femininity, I guess I really did subconsciously want to bang him). To make things stranger, he was wearing a white hooded robe, pretty much exactly like this, except with more black stripes. It was worn so that his face was completely obscured (which make sense, because I don't actually know what Ribo looks like--I guess it was some sort of compromisory mechanism). I recall a christmas tree still being in his house, and we went downstairs to where his computer was. Pretty much the whole time he's facing away and scarcely talking. I later get the idea to call Caff up since he supposedly works nearby this location. Things start to get fuzzy here, but I remember him coming down the stairs while I was sitting in this gaming chair and Ribo's on TF2, and that's when the dream ends.

I know the details seem kind of arbitrary and dull, but I'm trying to write down everything I can remember. This is the first dream I've had that I can remember since the time I woke up with sleep paralysis 5 years ago. And so the most interesting dream I can remember so far involves me meeting with internet friends and other internet friends. I guess I need more of a life.

Ribo is kind of hot...

[KarthXLR]

Had a bit of a strange dream myself last night.

It had to be taking place in the dark ages methinks, probably in the same world of Oblivion or Dragon Age. I was with some guy (apparently I didn't make a name for him) who was trying to erase his brother (the brother I apparently gave the name "Jack") from existance. Then we were at a table. The guy starts burning the table and removing items from the table. This went on for about 15 minutes. Finally he started breaking the table (while it was still burning) and said something I couldn't make out. Suddenly, Jack came out all sad and yelled, "Dang you, dang you straight to hell!" (I'm serious, he said "Dang you"). They both went away and I woke up.

I wish I could remember more from these friggin things.

[rumsfald]

...sort of vague femininity...

that's a good member group name.

[Luinbariel]

This is a REALLY long one but here's last night's dream. I keep a journal and charts and shit... I'm a loser. I love dreams and shit.

Also Eightball, that's awesome. The more you write down the more you'll remember.




Blaine was there, from the farm. It seemed he was just there to talk to us, and like he was in our house, only our house was like a shoe store or something. The longer he stayed the worse my family members started to treat him until someone that was supposed to represent either my sister or his daughter returned with a shirt of his which they had stained terrible with red marker. As I and the others talk with him I notice I am looking at my rock collection, but in the dream it’s different. It has rocks I’ve only seen in dreams, including some moonstone pendants that don’t exist in reality as far as I know. I see them on the wall and I have a very simple one in my hands along with two pieces of loose rough moonstone and one of loose rough Labradorite.

He asks her why she didn’t fix it and she tells him “I was going to but then I didn’t want to stop wrecking it” or something like that. He puts it on anyway and I feel a bit bad for him, though part of me feels that he deserves some of this treatment. As he puts the shirt on I tell him all of his shirts seem too big for him anyway, that he seems to skinny for his own health. As he leaves I follow him, seeing him off through what seems like the rest of a store into a section that appears to be like a hall-way or walk-way with little shops along the sides.

We stop for a moment and look at a store with knitted clothes for babies. Most of the clothes are green and the store is very busy. I ask him some normal questions and we have a good conversation, and I ask him if he knows where on the farm, if anywhere, stones and crystals grow naturally. I asked his son this same question earlier in another dream tonight and he said he does not know. He leaves at this point and I go back “home”.

I go back to my rocks which are all being displayed as though they too are in a store. I’m surrounded by stacks and displays of shoes, and it’s like I’m in a department store. Three girls are milling around, girls that I have been friends with both in the dream and in reality in high school. Sabrina approaches me and I know something is wrong; in the dream I know it’s like it was then, that we aren’t really close and that I’m the outsider.

She treats me like trash and I ask her why they’re doing this to me. She kind of laughs and goes back to the other girls at the end of this “store”. I can see them looking at me and laughing and I know that it’s going to come to an end, but to a nasty one. I start packing up all my rocks as best I can, starting with some tissue paper. It already has an extremely delicate necklace of some kind, it seems like Labradorite, wrapped up inside it with something else I can’t remember. I take a necklace with many strands of clear quartz chips and start wrapping it up as well.

It’s like a school now as well and I find my school bag and purse laying about near the communal lockers, like the sort we had in early years of school at the back of the classroom. I’m gathering my things as quickly as I can but I know I will need help. Then Sabrina comes back and seems to be pretending that things will be formally severed now and that there are no hard feelings, but I know they are toying with me. To let her know I’m aware, when she says “… and we wish you all the best” I tell her to go fuck herself and get packing.

I know I’m in trouble. I’m running out of time before they do something, classes are ending (suddenly there were classes here too and it is no longer my home) and I have more stuff than I can carry alone. I try to ask someone nearby to help but he says he can’t, he’s going to a party right away. I phone up a friend, Justin, and ask him; he says “sure, any time you need me to help I’ll be there” but then he hangs up. I know he’s also not going to come.

I cry a little, and see someone nearby who looks like they are listening to me and are sympathetic, but they too walk on. I phone my mom, and for the first time in a dream I can recall (so far as I know) I dial the number correctly and get her.

My mom and I chat a bit, and the conversation starts just like a normal one between us would. She asks me what’s wrong and I tell her I need her help. I tell her all about what’s going on and that I need her help to carry everything out at once or that things will never be found again. As I’m talking to her I’m packing more things into a large shoulder bag I had with me, and I’m looking at the fridges the school has. They offer food here for free and I contemplate stealing some before I leave so that I can get at least some use from it.

Suddenly my mom makes some strange noises on the phone and she won’t answer. I think at first that she’s doing what everyone else is doing and that she refuses to help, so I hang up. I look through the cereal section somewhat rationally, not yet crying or showing more upset. I pick up a huge box of nutritional cereal, telling myself that I said I would eat better, and look at the front of the box. They all have the faces of black people fused with natural grains, but the images are made to look scary; it looks like some kind of piece of shredded wheat cereal is slowly devouring the face of the scared girl on mine. A girl next to me asks how much it is and I tell her its well over $6. I put it back.

I go back to my stuff and call my mom again. I can’t dial the number right at first and part of me recognizes this as being a common problem in my dreams while I’m dreaming it. Then I finally get through somehow and there is still no answer.

I don’t remember how but I realize that my mom has been hurt and probably murdered. I think I’m talking on the phone still, calling out “mom, mom?” when two boys from my class walk by and make comments about what they did to my mom, about sexually harassing her before beating her, etc. I drop the phone, and look at them in horror. “You murdered my mom?” I ask, as they laugh at me.

I go crazy on them, at least as much as I can. I grab the one of them that I hated the most in school, the one that was meanest to me, and I kick the shit out of him while his scared friend watches. I kick him in the ribs several times, in the back, slam my fists into his rib cage, etc. Then I grab his friend and do it to him as well. I catch sight of the girls, the three girls who arranged it, the ones whom cast me off earlier, and see that they are terrified that what they’ve ordered has gone way too far. I also see a teacher approaching and just as he gets there, I stop hitting these boys.

I know I don’t want to kill them, don’t want to be like them, but I know that they needed to feel only some of the pain they gave me. I just sob and howl as the teacher tries to figure out what’s going on.

The scene cuts a little. I’m happy again some many weeks or months later and back in school. I’m laughing and talking with some other students my age, but I know that I can never trust them and never be close to them ever again. I was never close with those girls either, realizing I was just latching onto them for comfort from time to time, but this time is different.

I go home and have something in my hands. I go to the little dollhouse I’ve created and put a figurine of myself into the dollhouse at the dinner table with the dolls of my parents, and I smile. I feel that something is complete, and I hear them conversing to me in my head. The room swims and seems to go strange, and I see myself as a girl showing them a picture of someone like I supposedly had in the dream as a child. I ask “Who is this?” and just like they did before (this part is all stuff I know in the dream but not stuff that actually happened in it) they say “Oh, why that’s (so and so)! They were a famous …” and they trail off.

I realize just before I wake up that I showed them my picture, and that this time their answer was different; they don’t know who I am anymore, and a part of me realizes that they are just dolls. Then I wake up.

[KarthXLR]

Holy crap.

[beep beep diglett]

a couple days ago i saw some picture on a forum with a caption about how it will crash your brain a few days after you see it, i called it bs and last night as soon as i went to sleep all i could hear was 3-4 seconds of one song looped over and over and saw 2 seconds of something looped over and over. my brain crashed. god damnit

[Sigmund Freud]

You guys are really screwed up.

[KarthXLR]

You guys are really screwed up.

Whoever made this, you win. hard.

[Turtle]

A couple weeks ago i dreamt i was on the normandy, and karth came running in (with a pirate suit on) yelling "THERES BLOOD EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE!!''

[KarthXLR]

A couple weeks ago i dreamt i was on the normandy, and karth came running in (with a pirate suit on) yelling "THERES BLOOD EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE!!''

Why do I feel like this was fabricated?

[If-I-Die-Its-Lag]

[quote author=Turtle link=topic=1181.msg134723#msg134723 date=1264896641]
A couple weeks ago i dreamt i was on the normandy, and karth came running in (with a pirate suit on) yelling "THERES BLOOD EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE!!''

Why do I feel like this was fabricated?
[/quote]
Because Turtle might have a man-crush for you?

[beep beep diglett]

[quote author=Karthkarthkarth link=topic=1181.msg134724#msg134724 date=1264896691]
[quote author=Turtle link=topic=1181.msg134723#msg134723 date=1264896641]
A couple weeks ago i dreamt i was on the normandy, and karth came running in (with a pirate suit on) yelling "THERES BLOOD EVERYWHERE! EVERYWHERE!!''

Why do I feel like this was fabricated?
[/quote]
Because Turtle might have a man-crush for you?
[/quote]

i know i do  :-*

[Duck, Duck, Goose]

Necro'd since it beats making a new thread.

Strange dream last night. I dreamt that for some reason I was going to visit Ribozyme (why, I have no idea; maybe I subconsciously wanted to bang him). I was driving down to where he lived, in "Brookview, IL" (which is kind of interesting. I'm pretty sure my brain was thinking of the location "Northbrook, IL", where a package of mine is currently waiting, as that was the direction I was driving in). I remember it as a partly cloudy winter day, and I can pretty vividly remember the roads being heavily salted. I got to his house and parked at the side of the road. I was walking up to his house, which was white with a grey roof, and as I did so we started communicating some fucking how, like we were having a conversation telepathically. He was acting like some sort of mycophobe and warned that I not get any grease on him. I had to walk up around the porch to get into the house. It gets a little bit weirder here. He let me into the house, and I was met with the sight of someone incredibly short and skinny, like maybe 4 feet tall (I also perceived this sort of vague femininity, I guess I really did subconsciously want to bang him). To make things stranger, he was wearing a white hooded robe, pretty much exactly like this, except with more black stripes. It was worn so that his face was completely obscured (which make sense, because I don't actually know what Ribo looks like--I guess it was some sort of compromisory mechanism). I recall a christmas tree still being in his house, and we went downstairs to where his computer was. Pretty much the whole time he's facing away and scarcely talking. I later get the idea to call Caff up since he supposedly works nearby this location. Things start to get fuzzy here, but I remember him coming down the stairs while I was sitting in this gaming chair and Ribo's on TF2, and that's when the dream ends.

I know the details seem kind of arbitrary and dull, but I'm trying to write down everything I can remember. This is the first dream I've had that I can remember since the time I woke up with sleep paralysis 5 years ago. And so the most interesting dream I can remember so far involves me meeting with internet friends and other internet friends. I guess I need more of a life.

That just sounds like you tripped out on something.

[CaffeinePowered]

[quote author=Eightball link=topic=1181.msg134690#msg134690 date=1264871935]
Necro'd since it beats making a new thread.

Strange dream last night. I dreamt that for some reason I was going to visit Ribozyme (why, I have no idea; maybe I subconsciously wanted to bang him). I was driving down to where he lived, in "Brookview, IL" (which is kind of interesting. I'm pretty sure my brain was thinking of the location "Northbrook, IL", where a package of mine is currently waiting, as that was the direction I was driving in). I remember it as a partly cloudy winter day, and I can pretty vividly remember the roads being heavily salted. I got to his house and parked at the side of the road. I was walking up to his house, which was white with a grey roof, and as I did so we started communicating some fucking how, like we were having a conversation telepathically. He was acting like some sort of mycophobe and warned that I not get any grease on him. I had to walk up around the porch to get into the house. It gets a little bit weirder here. He let me into the house, and I was met with the sight of someone incredibly short and skinny, like maybe 4 feet tall (I also perceived this sort of vague femininity, I guess I really did subconsciously want to bang him). To make things stranger, he was wearing a white hooded robe, pretty much exactly like this, except with more black stripes. It was worn so that his face was completely obscured (which make sense, because I don't actually know what Ribo looks like--I guess it was some sort of compromisory mechanism). I recall a christmas tree still being in his house, and we went downstairs to where his computer was. Pretty much the whole time he's facing away and scarcely talking. I later get the idea to call Caff up since he supposedly works nearby this location. Things start to get fuzzy here, but I remember him coming down the stairs while I was sitting in this gaming chair and Ribo's on TF2, and that's when the dream ends.

I know the details seem kind of arbitrary and dull, but I'm trying to write down everything I can remember. This is the first dream I've had that I can remember since the time I woke up with sleep paralysis 5 years ago. And so the most interesting dream I can remember so far involves me meeting with internet friends and other internet friends. I guess I need more of a life.

That just sounds like you tripped out on something.
[/quote]

Next time you come to visit I'm getting you a bottle of absinthe to take back

[Luinbariel]

For the lulz, if anyone wants to read it.

This is last year's accumulated dream journal. I have a volume before this that covers about three years, only one of which is complete. It's not as big as last years...

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=COX0NO73

[Luinbariel]

I don’t remember much of the story now. I know that I was with Crystal and someone else at first, looking through a store that sold a ton of crystals and other things. It was attached to a store that sold all kinds of awesome candy, and we spent a lot of time looking through. We had to pick up a necklace and put it on when we were allowed inside to signify that we had permission to be there; I took the wrong one and ended up keeping it at the end somehow. It was a large chunk of rose quartz.

The dream shifted eventually, I’m not even sure how. I was now with someone else and we were investigating a group, trying to get jobs with them to infiltrate them and learn their secrets. I think it was Victorian era stuff and I was Sherlock Holmes, although the job applications were quite modern looking and even required giving blood.

My partner gave blood successfully and we thought things were going well. I lay down on the little blood-letting bed they had set up to have mine taken, but was a bit worried. Something seemed wrong. I lay on my stomach and offered the woman my arm, and winced when she pressed the needle into my vein. She was rough and I was still worried it was wrong somehow, but I tried to call her bluff. She snapped at me to suck it up and take it like a man.

As they draw blood I begin to feel pain, and the blood is now being taken through a tube in my fingertip as well. It’s my right index finger. I know it’s wrong, wrong, wrong… I tell them, fear in my voice, to stop. It’s wrong, something isn’t right and it shouldn’t hurt like that. I begin to feel faint and the two women involved just watch me with cold, calculated eyes.

I look up and see one woman screwing on the caps of far too many vials of my blood and I struggle very hard to keep conscious. I press my left hand to my lips and then I feel it; I surrender and I black out. I don’t know for how long, and it was such a strange sensation. I felt it as though I had really passed out, something I’ve never done in my waking life; I struggled so hard against it and just… lost it.

When I came to, they were placing me onto a bed with an intricate wooden frame. I was a bit delirious and confused, asking them what was going on. They just covered me with a blanket up to my chin and said it would all be fine, and not to worry. As they left the bed began to change, and I recognized it somehow from something else. Mechanics changed it into a box of sorts, almost like a coffin, very slowly. Suddenly my partner was thrown in with me and the box closed in over us. I panicked and was slamming my fists on it, very confused and weak. I wanted out.

I think at this point my partner was Watson, and he showed me that there was a little trap door off to the side by my head that we could sneak out of. I remember being embarrassed that I had lost hold of my wits like that, and then I pretty much woke up.

I was far more fascinated with the sensation of passing out, and I still am. I honestly believe I now know what that will feel like if it ever happens to me some day.