ilovefuzz.com

I dreamed that I was on the internet on my ipod when the internet kept cutting out and the dream kept doing movie maker transitions to the modem (which was a giant glowing purple box on top of a computer I don't have anymore) and after a couple minutes of jump cuts/cross fades/slow pans/dissolve/ect. THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE appears on the computer screen and starts hitting it from the inside while yelling in the shittiest horror movie demon sound ever "get off the image booru!" While that's happening I'm just staring at the screen with the most WTF expression ever and said "bitch, I was on youtube." THE END

bob the r0bot wrote:I dreamed that I was on the internet on my ipod when the internet kept cutting out and the dream kept doing movie maker transitions to the modem (which was a giant glowing purple box on top of a computer I don't have anymore) and after a couple minutes of jump cuts/cross fades/slow pans/dissolve/ect. THE HUMAN CENTIPEDE appears on the computer screen and starts hitting it from the inside while yelling in the shittiest horror movie demon sound ever "get off the image booru!" While that's happening I'm just staring at the screen with the most WTF expression ever and said "bitch, I was on youtube." THE END

Allright... i was at some weird guitar convention and if i remember correctly i met someone from ILF... he let me try his guitars

they were all in bizzare tunings and i got mocked for not being able to play anything - THE END

Last night I dreamed that I was back working at this restaurant I used to pick up hours at, and the owner had decided to put in a jungle themed hot tub room by digging a hole in the walk-in cooler, I kept having to bring the people in the hot tub pizzas.

It was strange (obviously) but he is always expanding and setting up these odd side businesses so maybe not that far fetched.

Fell asleep briefly and draemed of caleidoscope windows. But, behind dark glass, light reflecting in shining colors. Fucking trippy! I felt it was looking at me as much as I was looking at it, both lost with each other.. Then I came to think where my family was, they should have been in the badrooms but nobody was in, just me. And the door wasn't there, so if they had gone I probably had to make a new one before they came back. Didn't panic, shrugged and lit a cigarette and sat down to think things over while watching the windows. What if I was dead and this was the afterlife?

In the carage, though I wasn't actually there to see it, two naked wretches shared violently desperate kisses. One excreted myrrh and vomited ointments; the other was torn apart, he handed his own pumping heart to and gave his body for animals to feed upon. I realised it was re-enactment of an alchemical emblem from Aurum Consurgens and snapped awake as I realised it was all a dream.

i had a really long and really fucked up dream today... can remember most of it but i can't really make any sense out of it so i probably won't bother with writing it here

...me neither, I'm not going to write that after the awesome alchemy /psychedeia dream I dreamed of my kids fighting over the speaking Mickey Mouse toy as I was trying to have a conversation with Iggy Pop, in my living room, about joining my band for the next album. Or something. And I had to leave to buy milk since Iggy preferred coffee with milk, which I normally don't have in the fridge, so was I to leave Iggy to look after the kids since he couldn't go to the shop for some reason. Something about the Mickey Mouse toy and Disney propaganda movies. Perhaps he had been shop lifting or talking dirty to the owners daughter, who knows. And in the super market I had a sort of dejá vu about being in there with my former band and buying beer before a longish drive to the other end of Finland for a festival show. And blah blah.

Didn't really make much sense either. Or rather, it wasn't that special. Except for the band concept that it suggested. Just imagine Iggy fronting a psychedelic doom/sludge metal band - fuck yeah

It was sort of a WW2 dream. For visuals, imagine scenes from Saving Private Ryan and Call of Duty 2.

I joined up with this group of soldiers holed up, surrounded by German forces. When I get there, the guy in charge gives me a shitty single shot rifle and a few bullets. It's evening; tomorrow we're going to attack. I somehow know that almost all of us will be killed. They break open a crate of machine guns, but there isn't one for me.

I start wandering around, looking for a gun and bullets on a dead body somewhere. There are destroyed cars and various mounds and pieces of buildings. Soon I realize that I've moved too far into the enemy area. I'm off to the side of the road in a car; back behind me I can see them posted along the road. Up ahead is their camp. I play it cool, stand up and walk on the road as if I belong there. It occurs to me that I should take off my military jacket so that I might be mistaken as a German soldier out of uniform, so I do.

As I stroll into the German camp, there's sort of a party going on. A happy, drinking soldier says something to me in German and I just smile and nod. I'm milling around the camp, through groups of soldiers and girls, and I find some bundles of guns and ammo. I grab them and get out of the camp.

That's it. Idk.

I had a dream last night(Wednesday) about getting on a scale only to discover I weighed 300 lbs(IRL,I'm about 205),but I wasn't any bigger in my dream. I was delighted to discover that I was carrying allthat weight in my pants. That's right,I had a gargantuan dingaling. What's weird is,I've never been hung up(for "better or worse") regarding the size of my wang. It's not something I regularly think about. But I was definitely stoked in my dream. wtf...

EDIT: If Freud's views of dream analysis are correct,then I think I may know why I had the Uber phallus dream: Fell down the wormhole and somehow wound up on a pic of Kokopelli,who is often depicted with a horsedick.

blooghost wrote:I had a dream last night(Wednesday) about getting on a scale only to discover I weighed 300 lbs(IRL,I'm about 205),but I wasn't any bigger in my dream. I was delighted to discover that I was carrying allthat weight in my pants. That's right,I had a gargantuan dingaling. What's weird is,I've never been hung up(for "better or worse") regarding the size of my wang. It's not something I regularly think about. But I was definitely stoked in my dream. wtf...

EDIT: If Freud's views of dream analysis are correct,then I think I may know why I had the Uber phallus dream: Fell down the wormhole and somehow wound up on a pic of Kokopelli,who is often depicted with a horsedick.

Sometimes a dream is just a dream, like Mr Freud said when he was asked about his fondness to cigars. But... One hundred lbs worth wang bar So what did You wake to, eh - the throbbing?

Last night I dreamt that I had an unusually large zit on my arm. I squeezed it, and half of a beetle grub popped out. Squeezed a bit more, and got out the rest. Then I noticed another bump, squeezed that, and a roach antenna popped out. Next thing I knew, I was in a doctor's office, calmly explaining the problem to him and squeezing more bug parts out of my arms. He freaked out, exclaiming "We have to figure out what's going on! I've never seen anything like this before!" We ran around the hospital, showing my issue to whatever doctor we ran into, attracting a huge crowd. Finally we reached some huge, weirdly steampunk-y cobbled together MRI-esque machine. They put me into the machine, turned on, and I woke up.

The funny thing was that, while the dream was fairly gross, it never felt like a nightmare. I was kind of detached from the whole thing even though it felt very real. Each time I popped out a new bug bit, it was just "Huh, this is odd..."

haha, i had one of those trainwreck dreams where everything is going so bad that you keep thinking 'I WISH I WAS DREAMING, THIS CAN'T BE REAL!' and there was a moment in which i was inserting whole hardboiled eggs into my mouth and chewing on them through the shell. i could feel it so vividly, which was absolutely disgusting in every single way.

nap dreams are more vivid in my experiences, anyone else?

unownunown wrote:haha, i had one of those trainwreck dreams where everything is going so bad that you keep thinking 'I WISH I WAS DREAMING, THIS CAN'T BE REAL!'?

The relief that accompanies waking from a dream like that is insane, feels so good.

I've never experienced a "boiled egg" dream though, what's up with that shit?

As far back as I can remember, I have had similar dreams. Like certain places, maybe 5 or 6, that I typically will dream in. I've come to know these as "dreamscapes." Later I started to realize, some of these places, are combinations of towns/areas I lived in, or used to freqent. Most of the time, the same type things occur at each 'scape, that happened before there. That being said, the past 2-3 weeks have been very different. All new places/events. I like it.

More times than not, I will know that I'm dreaming, or at least that it's not real; this does not always bring comfort in negative situations however. When I was in middle school, I had this dream I was being chased by a goblin. After running from this creature (down a straight, long, dark country road) for miles I turned and jabbed it in the face as hard as I could. Woke up after that with bloody knuckles...I had punched (& broke) one of the speakers to my stereo.

Did I mention I am 75% certain that I sleep walk from time to time? Even occasionally been known to dream something, then not realize it didn't happen till weeks later.